🥀 Roses and Novels | Hogwarts Legacy Fanfic | Sebastian, Ominis and Evander

🥀 - Chapter 72 -🌹

(Helena perspective)

After our tender night together, Sebastian made us dinner. He conjured a small table and two chairs beneath the stars, and we shared a candlelit meal bathed in moonlight. Later, I read one of my favorite books to him by the fireplace, our bodies curled together under a thick blanket. When it was time for bed, we snuggled close, wrapped in warmth and peace. The next morning, he woke me with breakfast in bed, right after another gentle round of lovemaking. We spent the rest of the day finishing homework and assignments, a quiet rhythm settling between us.

By nightfall, my arm felt nearly healed. The potions, spells, and rest had worked wonders. Sebastian even helped me restore my hair to its natural deep black. It had grown out a little since I last cut it, now brushing just below my shoulders.

One day, he let me ride on his back through the woods in his Animagus form. The experience was exhilarating, I finally understood why he loved running free in the wilderness. Being turned into an Animagus was never his choice; they forced it on him in Azkaban. But now, he ran by his own will, no cell doors or guards to hold him back.

Sometimes, he'd share bits of what he saw or endured in that prison, brutal, dehumanizing memories. And I never judged him. In his shoes, I might've done the same.

He asked about my life during his absence, everything. He wanted details. And so, I gave them to him. I told him about Evander, not Ominis, being my first. He was surprised, maybe relieved. I described Evander's healing hands, his gentle words, our soft connection. And yes, I even told him about Ominis, what we did, where we went, what he liked.

Sebastian listened without interruption, soaking in every word. He was grateful for my honesty.

By the end of our week at the cabin, my arm was fully healed. He had taken such good care of me, and I was ready to keep my promise.

I pushed him into a kitchen chair and told him to wait. I rushed off to change, black lace lingerie embroidered with flowers, heels, and a tousled mane. Music filled the air as I returned to perform a private dance for him. The rule? He could watch, but not touch.

I moved between his legs, onto his lap, teasing him with every sway of my hips. He groaned in delight as I unbuckled his belt, got on my knees, and pleasured him with slow, deliberate attention.

Just as he neared release, I pulled away, leaving him desperate and ravenous.

He stood, eyes burning with hunger, and grabbed his tie. With one smooth motion, he bound my hands, laid me on the table, and made me his once again, rough, wild, completely lost in the moment. I couldn't touch him, and that drove us both mad with need. When I finally broke free, he pinned my wrists above my head and thrust deeper, harder.

He moved us to the bed, lifting me effortlessly onto my knees. I gripped the headboard as his hands clutched my hips, his nails digging into my skin. We moved as one, grinding, craving, tasting every ounce of intensity between us.

Then came the slow round, softer and filled with the same love we'd started with. We spent the day floating in the high of our connection, saving our next release for nightfall.

The next morning, we returned to Hogwarts, fingers laced, hearts full. As we walked through the castle halls, we kissed and laughed, ending up at Professor Weasley's office. We told her everything, our assignments, the healing progress. She saw the look we gave each other and understood immediately.

With a smile, she pulled us into a secret, joyful hug, whispering her congratulations before sending us on our way. Matilda Weasley had always felt like a second mother, and her support meant the world to me.

When we arrived at the Slytherin common room to unpack, we bumped into someone on the stairs, Ominis. His wand shot up instinctively before he realized it was us.

"There you are! Where the fuck have you two been? I've searched everywhere!" he snapped.

I gave him a sheepish smile. "I was expelled... for attacking Adelaide."

"I know that," he bit back. "The whole school does. But where were you? Where did you stay?"

Sebastian's grip tightened around my hand, and he grinned. "Somewhere safe. Somewhere no one could disturb us."

Ominis's eyes flicked between us, lips thinning. "So you left me again? Another secret. I'm such a fool for trusting you."

He turned to leave, but I reached out and grabbed his hand. "No one knew except Professor Weasley. Alaric's men were lurking around Hogwarts, we had to keep it hidden. It was for my safety."

He hesitated, glancing down at my hand. His gaze caught the glint of the ring. His breath hitched.

"You didn't..." he whispered.

Sebastian wrapped his arm around me, smiled gently, and kissed my cheek. "We did."

Ominis pulled his hand away, his expression shifting from sorrow to fury. "Congratulations," he muttered bitterly before storming off. We didn't see or hear from him again.

Anne told us he went straight to her, eyes filled with tears. He apparated to the manor shortly after, despite her attempts to stop him. She came to speak with us later, half celebration, half reprimand. She hugged us both tightly, congratulated us, but made it clear Ominis's pain wasn't easily brushed aside.

As the final trimester passed, Sebastian joined the Quidditch team, and I helped younger students with spellwork. We hadn't seen Ominis since, until the last day of school.

He appeared at the ceremony, dressed in a sharp black suit and white tie, his hair neater than I'd ever seen it. A silver ring adorned his finger. He collected his certificate and vanished before we could say a word.

Anne later told me he had taken over the Gaunt family business, on his terms, and married a woman of status. He never responded to any of our letters.