DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Part 13 - Confessions and Protective

ꕀꕥ〡~𐀔~〡ꕥꕀ

❝and I decided to kiss her. ❞

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~Sebastian's POV~

-The past-
Year 1891 - Hogsmeade - The three broomsticks - four days ago.
;Conversation between Sebastian and a man;

I took a slow sip of my seventh Firewhiskey, the burn crawling down my throat as I sat at the bar, facing an older man who had become a regular listener to my drunken ramblings.

Whenever I needed to talk—really talk—he was there, silent but attentive. He never asked questions. Never judged. Just listened.

And tonight, I needed that.

I exhaled, swirling the amber liquid in my glass.

"Let me tell you a secret, mi amigo. (my friend)"

I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the back of my neck.

"I've felt more for her than I've ever felt for any woman. And that's saying something... because, in all honesty? I used to hate blonde-haired girls. I always preferred brunettes or redheads. But her? She makes me question everything."

I let out a humorless laugh, staring down into my glass.

"Angella Delgado is unlike anyone else. That golden skin, those piercing blue eyes, those full pink lips... That body she hides under layers of fabric, but I know—I know—it's beautiful. I've seen glimpses. Just enough to make me want more."

I took another sip, the alcohol making my thoughts heavier.

"She has this fire in her. That Spanish temper, that arrogance—it drives me insane. And yet... she's the only woman who's ever made my heart feel like this. Like it's starving for her. And by the time I realized it—by the time I really got to know her—it was already too fucking late."

I clenched my jaw.

"She didn't notice my flirting last year. Or maybe she just ignored it. And then—when I finally tried to tell her—I ended up nearly getting sent to Azkaban. By her and my own fucking best friend."

I scoffed bitterly, shaking my head.

"Can you believe that? She didn't even care. Didn't even read my letter. We drifted apart after that. No—she pushed me away. She hated me."

I stared blankly ahead, my grip tightening around the glass.

"But then... a few days ago, we went on a quest together. Just like old times. And for the first time in forever, I saw it again. That spark in her eyes. The one that tells me she feels something, too.

I couldn't help myself. I teased her—pushed her buttons, just to see how far I could go. 

She looked so fucking good in that fighting leather. I wanted to rip it off her skin. But I kept my hands to myself. Barely. 

And then I found out she was with someone else."

I exhaled sharply, running my tongue over my teeth.

"I tried to act like I didn't care. Like I didn't notice. But she did. She saw right through me."

I tapped my fingers against the wooden counter.

*"Then she got hurt. Badly. And I... I told her I cared. Even when I knew I was bad for her.

Because I am. I know I am.

I'm not the type of man a woman comes home to. I'm too damaged for that.

So I made the choice for her. I told her it was better if we kept our distance. Not sure if she heard me—she was under a sleeping draught—but I knew I had done the right thing. ...Or at least, I thought I did.