How Could I Ever Forget You? // Sebastian Sallow / Professor Sallow x reader/mc

"I need you"

The Professor cleared her throat as silence echoed the dusty halls, your eyes focused firmly on the ground.

"Professor," Sebastian acknowledged, in an awkward huff as he barged past her, fading into the darkness ahead.

He had completely abandoned you.

You stood up straight, tucking your hair behind your ear in an attempt to make yourself presentable, as if that would somehow ease the tension.

"Professor Weasley, I-" your voice trembled.

"It's none of my business," she snapped, making you look up at her in pure disbelief. "Just.. clean up this mess, will you?"

Her glance peered over the frame of her glasses at the books scattered by your feet. As you knelt to the floor to retrieve them your eyes met again. The expression of discomfort slapped across her face spoke a thousand words. This wasn't the mess she was talking about.

~~~

Books in hand, you made your way back across the castle under flickering candlelight, stumbling on the green gown that still hung from your body. By now it was likely very early morning, as this eventful night had dragged on for hours.

As you passed the Great Hall once more, a trickle of light caught your eye, revealing the grand old door to be just slightly ajar. Your curiosity was getting the better of you, as who in Merlin's name would still be partying at this hour?

Passing through, you were met with the dim empty hall, candles bobbing gently in the night sky overhead, accompanied by quiet twinkling music playing only for one lonely figure that stood by the drinks.

Turned away from you, broad shoulders in that same white shirt rolled up at the forearms, holding a bottle of something that it was far too late to be drinking.

You gently crept in, and slammed the pile of books on the table in front of you, causing him to turn with a shudder.

"Thanks for that," you stated, glaring at Sebastian. "For just abandoning me in there."

He took another swig of his drink before wiping the sweat from his forehead and leaning onto the table. His fingertips landing on the books you'd just placed down. His head turned, investigating the titles that graced the covers.

"I did wonder what had taken you to the library at such hour," his soft lips hummed. "An architectural guide to hogwarts?" He raised an eyebrow, a simmer of a smirk in the corner of his mouth. 

"So no apology?" You stood your ground, furious that he'd avoided it the first time.

"That's your mess, MC. Not mine," he teased.

You gasped, accidentally letting a chuckle out with it. The audacity of him.

Arms folded, you responded so slyly that anyone would have thought it was you that was in Slytherin.

"A mess you created."

"And how exactly did I do that?" He leaned in close, once again inhaling the alcohol on his lips. "I didn't force you to play lovey dovey with Weasley, it's not my fault you can't resist me," a grin plastered across his freckled face.

"Actually you did," your lips slipped out, instantly realising you'd revealed too much.

"I'm sorry?" He questioned. "I forced you?"

"Enough, Sebastian!" You snapped.

The energy shifted as Sebastian dropped the teasing in an instant, giving you both a moment to breathe.