Under Your Spell (Sebastian POV)

Chapter 1.

I think I'll take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You're too sweet for me

"Is that Firewhiskey I smell?" She says with a flirtatious smile. "Were you coming from Hogsmeade?"

"I was."

"And are you calling it a night so soon?"

I have been with Samantha plenty of times. Enough to know that if I keep caving into her attempts to sleep together, she is going to get the wrong impression. But my thoughts are too scrambled at the moment to say no.

"I have Quidditch practice tomorrow morning." I said, slipping my hands into the pockets of my pants. Polite but uninterested. "Just trying to behave."

"Isn't that a first..." She leans towards me to whisper with playfulness and I would lie if I say it didn't make me snort. "Would you like to walk with me to my common room?"

She smells nice. And she is also wearing a shirt with a low cut that she makes sure to dangle in front of me like it's going to convince me to do what she says. Her breasts look quite large from this angle.

Maybe whatever she's doing is working after all.

"Walk all the way to the Ravenclaw tower?" I engage in the banter, realizing that perhaps some company would do me good. "It's rather far but I could be persuaded."

Samantha giggles.

"At least it is not as far from here as the Gryffindor tower."

What a dreadful thing to say to me, out of all people. The smirk on my face doesn't falter, but if she looks closer, she might be able to appreciate the tension of my body. Samantha doesn't look closer, though. She is looking exactly into what I'm offering her. Which is no vacillation when I nod towards the stairs with my head, slow and intentional.

"Lead the way, then. I'll be right behind you."

She practically licks her lips in advance, starting the stroll. There are two reasons why I prefer to walk behind women.

The first one and most important is the views. They are always better and tend to put me in a brilliant mood. The second one is just that girls in this bloody school are sometimes inclined to hold my hand and the gesture makes me uneasy. I love sex, but somehow lacing fingers feels too intimate for me. Both Anne and Ominis never get tired of reminding me of how ludicrous that is.

I follow after Samantha, taking special attention to the curves of her bottom half, accentuated by the skirt she is wearing. I'm immediately reminded of our last encounter together and how eager she was to please me. Those thoughts work in my favor, because my body starts to warm up imagining how good it would feel to sink myself inside her.

The alcohol I consumed definitely helps. And it's also the alcohol that encourages me to become a simpering fool when I grab Samantha's arm and tug her against the wall. In between the dimmed torches, we are in the refuge of darker shadows.

"I was with someone else at Hogsmeade." I murmur, leaning her on the stone before I'm the one leaning onto her. "Is that something that bothers you?"

I'm giving her an opportunity to get out of this. To walk away if she doesn't want it. But I can tell that's not the case. Samantha offers an indolent smile.

"Oh, Sebastian..." With feigned timidity, her fingers stroke the collar of my shirt. "When are you going to settle down with a nice girl?"

Something prickles at me, but I dismiss it. Again, my smirk doesn't waver.