Whispers of my heart - Sebastian Sallow x OC

-one-hundred-sixty-

The morning of the highly anticipated Slytherin versus Ravenclaw Quidditch match arrived, and the air in the Great Hall buzzed with excitement. The clatter of breakfast plates and lively chatter filled the room as students prepared for the clash of two rival houses. Ophelia, Anne, and Ominis joined Sebastian at the Slytherin table, offering words of encouragement.

Ominis, with his strategic mind, explained potential tactics Ravenclaw might employ against Sebastian. Anne playfully teased him, reminding him of his innate talent on the broom. The trio reassured him that luck was unnecessary; his skills spoke for themselves.

Sebastian nervously fidgeted with his fork, occasionally stealing glances at the Ravenclaw table. Ophelia reached across to place a comforting hand on his.

"You'll do brilliantly out there. Just fly like you do during training, and you'll be grand," she reassured him.

Anne chimed in, "Absolutely! We'll be cheering for you the loudest, Seb."

After finishing their breakfast, they made their way to the Quidditch pitch. The tension was palpable, both within Sebastian and across the students. Slytherin's locker room was a cacophony of Imelda's spirited pep talk. As she fervently spoke about tactics and strategies, Sebastian spotted Ophelia searching for him at the tent entrance.

Sebastian swiftly sneaked away from the ongoing pep talk and pulled Ophelia behind a nearby curtain, a playful glint in his eyes.

The space was dimly lit, a soft glow seeping through the fabric. The distant sounds of Quidditch preparation and Imelda's ongoing pep talk became a distant hum.

"Well, well, what brings you here, my lady?"

Ophelia, with a teasing smile: "Just offering a bit of pre-game luck, that's all."

Sebastian, leaning in: "Luck, you say? How about something a bit more... personal?"

Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss. It started slow, a delicate exploration of each other's warmth. Sebastian's hand cupped Ophelia's cheek, while hers found a place on his chest. The world outside the curtain seemed to fade away as they reveled in the intimate connection.

Ophelia, playfully pulling back: "Just a taste of luck, not too much."

Sebastian, with a smirk: "Can't promise that."

Their kisses deepened, each one filled with a mix of desire and longing. It wasn't just about the physical closeness; it was a connection that went beyond the Quidditch pitch, a shared moment before the upcoming challenge. Time seemed to slow down as their breaths synchronized, creating a rhythm only they could hear.

The gentle rustle of the curtain, the subtle scent of love in the air, and the tender caress of their lips painted a scene of intimacy. The lingering taste of the kiss remained, a promise of more to come.

Sebastian, breaking the kiss with a playful grin: "Luck or not, I'm ready to conquer the skies."

Ophelia, breathless but smiling: "Then go dazzle them, my star."

As they lingered in each other's arms, the excitement of the upcoming game mingling with the shared secret of their clandestine moment, a screech interrupted it. Imelda's voice rang through the air, calling Sebastian's name. The duo separated, and Sebastian emerged with swollen lips, messy hair and a mischievous stupid grin adorning his face.

"Where did you go? What was so important to leave my speech?" Imelda demanded.

"Had to wee," Sebastian smirked, his nonchalant response doing little to dispel the blatant evidence of his distraction.

With a deep sigh, Imelda motioned for him to return to the team. Sebastian winked at Ophelia before heading back, his mind filled with anticipation for the upcoming game. He felt more than ready to crush the Ravenclaw team.

The Quidditch pitch was a sea of excitement as the Slytherin and Ravenclaw teams soared into the air. The sky was clear, and the audience roared in anticipation. The head-to-head game was intense, with bludgers zooming across the field and players executing strategic maneuvers.

Sebastian proved to be the star of the match, scoring one goal after another. Ravenclaw fought fiercely, with their chasers making skillful attempts to close the point gap. The crowd erupted in cheers as Slytherin pulled ahead, but Ravenclaw's seeker was hot on the trail of the elusive golden snitch.

The match lasted for three hours, the intensity building with each passing minute. Ravenclaw managed to score a few impressive goals, but Sebastian's spectacular performance kept Slytherin in the lead. As the game approached its climax, the Seekers engaged in a thrilling chase for the snitch.

In a heart-stopping moment, Slytherin's Seeker successfully caught the golden snitch, while Sebastian made another score in the exact same moment. Slytherin gained 160 points, securing the win for their team. The Slytherin stands erupted in cheers, and the Slytherin team basked in the glory of their hard-fought victory. Sebastian, with a triumphant smile, flew towards the cheering crowd, knowing that his efforts had contributed significantly to the success of the team.