Sweet Nothing (Hogwarts Legacy One-Shot Collection)

Big Brained*

Additional Tags:
Sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), exactly one spank, and some Sebastian dirty talk.

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The last place Sloane wants to be is the Ministry of Magic.

She has managed to avoid a permanent place at Whitehall, despite Minister Spavin's constant and personal invitations for her to join their ranks. Her answer is always no—she does not want a career in the wizarding world's government, preferring her freedom and whatever anonymity she has left. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for her husband, who is technically under their employment, contracted to work as a curse-breaker with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

At twenty, Sebastian is young, but incredibly talented, and one of the Auror's greatest assets. He is usually in some far-off destination, exploring ancient tombs and collecting artifacts with a rag-tag crew, helping to chase down Dark Wizards and undo any havoc caused. Sloane travels with the group as an unofficial healer, treating mysterious and mundane wounds while researching remedies both magical and muggle. They are a dynamic duo of sorts, and the Ministry knows that the Sallows are a package deal, the bond inseparable—unbreakable.

After spending the last three months in the Austrian wilderness, they are back in London to receive a new assignment. Sloane spends the morning checking in on their dusty flat and shares a few cups of tea with Poppy in the local shoppe before venturing back to the second floor to find Sebastian. Even though he is rarely in-office, the Aurors keep a room clear for his use, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of what she calls the 'bull-pen'.

Sloane can hear a few familiar voices as she approaches the open door, peeking her head in to see Sebastian in the middle of a fervent discussion with two of the officers who accompanied them in Salzburg. The other men don't seem to notice her presence, but her husband acknowledges her entrance with a quick glance, the corner of his mouth twitching up before he refocuses his attention.

"Have the scouts reported back?"

"Yes, sir," Jeffries, the older and more skeptical Auror replies. Sir—Sloane sees the subtle pride in Sebastian's expression, even if the title causes her to bite back a laugh. Jeffries continues, "the rumors about increased activities on the Nordic coast are true. Intelligence suggests a small, but powerful group of heretics are attempting to locate bloodrunes, magic the Ministry hasn't encountered in...centuries."

That you know of, Sloane muses to herself as she idly peruses the nearby bookshelf, overflowing much like the shelves at home.

"Bloodrunes require significant power to activate," Sebastian states, not bothering to specify if this knowledge is based on first-hand experience or not. He leans over the map spread out across the desk and traces a finger along the supposed site. "There are probably laylines that can be disrupted, but I won't speculate until I see the area for myself."

"Perhaps we should wait before sending a team—"

"Wait for what, exactly?" Sebastian interjects, raising an eyebrow in challenge. He straightens his posture and crosses his arms. "A blood sacrifice? Neither of you studied ancient magical tribes, so I won't fault you for your ignorance, but the last time runes like these were activated, it triggered a tidal wave that destroyed the sea walls along the Nordic coast. Thousands of people were killed."

Sloane glances up from the book she is pretending to read and feels only a little shame for ogling her husband when he is in the middle of an important conversation. But she enjoys watching Sebastian showcase his intelligence—he's always been a little cocky, and rightfully so—he won't back down when he knows he is right. With his coat discarded and sleeves pinned up, she can see the way the muscles in his arms flex as he waits for either man to respond.