End of Sallow

Scribbled out the truth with their lies

CW: Yall on tiktok? Yall know that audio "fuck her, flip her, bend her backwards, baby put your back into it?" that's hawke's mind. 24/7. If need be I will CW every chapter here on out cause...

Yeah.

His fingers thrummed against the tabletop. Charlie hadn't been in any of their morning classes, and Snape's lesson was boring. He'd already learned everything Snape was teaching at the front of the room, and his mind was wondering. He was bored.

The night before, his nightmares returned to the day he found out about his ancient magic and he'd woken up in a sweat and tried to paint. But all that came from him was fear and anger. Red and purple brush strokes that were too chaotic. It hadn't helped calm him at all and he ended up having to take a sleep potion to force himself to sleep.

The noise of the door opening behind him pulled him back to the present and he turned around to see who had walked in. Then turned right back around and stared at the front of the room, wide-eyed.

Charlie had arrived, looking a mess. And Theo found it the most attractive thing he'd ever seen. Her shirt was unbuttoned at the top, which wouldn't have been anything big except for the fact that she'd been panting, her chest rising and falling as she did so. Her tie was loose around her neck, as was her hair. Her cheeks were flushed, and Theo had to truly focus on anything but the thought of if she'd look like that laying beneath him. He swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to think of anything that might make his trousers fit right again.

"Ms. Sallow. Thank you for joining us," Snape drawled, annoyance heavy in her voice, though Theo wondered if everyone else heard it or if he just knew her too well.

To his horror, he heard her panting breaths get closer to him, and he heard her pull the chair next to him out. A quick glance around and he realized it was the only seat left.

Merlin, fucking help him. Snape looked at him with an annoyed expression that seemed to say "Can you believe this?" But Theo kept his expression blank as he stared at the board, leaning as far away from her as he could. He felt the most bizarre need to touch her hair. It was long and curly and unruly and why hadn't he noticed it before? Would it be soft to the touch?

Fuck, he needed another distraction. He'd never needed this many 'distractions' in his life. Ever since fifth year, when he started realizing how popular he was among the girls, despite his stoic and uncaring demeanor.

Snape had gone back to teaching and he heard Charlie move her chair away from his. Good. Maybe that'd help him focus more.

Even though it didn't. He was biting the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. The tightness of his trousers hadn't changed and as soon as Snape dismissed the class, he was up and out of the room before anyone could see him. He made it to the boys lavatory to cast an illusion over his trousers to make his unwanted arousal not so noticeable. At least he could be seen around other people now, no matter how uncomfortable he felt. But he was sure it'd wear off soon.

The rest of the classes went by smoothly. He continued to sit in the back of the room, staring at the board as the teachers taught whatever subject of the class he was in. There was only one problem.

He was still so fucking hard. He could not get her out of his head. Panting, flushed, sweating. Chest rising and falling, skirt hiked up-

Fuck.

He tried walking around the school, distracting himself, but to no avail, until Levi came and found him.

"Did Charlie show up to your classes? She missed potions."