Shadow of the Key | Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 9: Flames

Her brain felt fogged and her eyelids felt heavy. She could hear panting and felt herself pressed up against the bookcase inside the Restricted Section. Her skirt was pulled up above her waist and she could hear her own moans echoing throughout the rows of dusty books.

"That's it, darling."

That voice.

She threw her head back instinctively, feeling soft lips pressing into her skin, going across her jaw, down her neck to her chest. She could hear a low groan that vibrated against her chest and the feel of teeth biting down into the curve of her breast.

Oh Merlin.

"Fuck, you feel so good," the husky voice spoke into her skin, lips trailing lazily from her breast to her neck and sucking on her pulse point with heavy grunts.

Who's voice is that?

Her breathing grew ragged and felt a forehead connect with hers. She could feel lips hovering over her parted ones with heavy breaths.

When she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were met with the lust-filled browns of his.

Sebastian.

"You're so beautiful, Amie," he whispered before leaning in to close the distance.

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She woke up abruptly, head shooting up from the library desk with a heavy gasp. She was alone.

"What... the... fuck..." She whispered to herself.

Attempting to distract herself from her traitorous thoughts of her best friend, she took herself to the library to get some much needed study time to herself. But now it seems as though she's going to need an even bigger distraction.

Because what the fuck was that?

If she ever had dreams about Sebastian, which were rare considering that all her dreams consisted of were the night her parents died because of her, they only consisted of their adventures throughout fifth and sixth year.

Never did she have a dream about shagging him.

She wiped the back of her neck with her palm, realizing she was sweating rather profusely.

She took a quick look around the near empty library besides a few stragglers sitting around studying.

She was in need of a shower. A very, very cold shower.

She looked down at her History of Magic textbook and noticed a drool spot on the edge of the page. Merlin, she can't even stay awake to read about it.

But that dream. It felt so real that it genuinely terrified her. Sebastian had been her first and closest friend here at Hogwarts. It felt like a stain to their perfectly stable companionship. And she hated herself for that. For having those kinds of dreams about someone she had grown to care so much for.

She can't think about him like that.

She released a heavy sigh and closed her textbook before shoving it into her bag. When she goes to stand up from the desk, a familiar hoot rang through the air.

She looked up to see her own owl, Blinky, flying towards her with a letter.

"What do you got for me, Blinky?" She caught the letter in her hand.

Blinky stood perched up on the back of one of the chairs, blinking slowly at her and tilting her head slightly.

Amelia reached her hand out to pet her soft white coat, "My treats are in my dorm room Blinky, you'll have to head back there if you want some later."