Duello D'Amor // Sebastian x Reader Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction

Chapter 4 - Secrets

I stayed in the living room while Sebastian contacted our friends, but that didn't stop me from trying to eavesdrop when I heard Sebastian's voice fade to a whisper as he talked to them through the fireplace. I didn't want them keeping things from me, but the hushed tones and quiet conversations told me that there was something they'd rather I not hear, and I didn't like it. 

The last thing I wanted was for them to keep things from me because they thought I couldn't handle it. At most, I got a migraine when things became too much, but I wasn't weak. I could handle it--whatever they were choosing to keep from me.  

When he appeared in the hallway once again, I immediately confronted him about it. 

"What was all that whispering about?" I asked, crossing my arm over my chest. 

"Oh, that," he started with a small laugh, refusing to meet my eye. "I was just updating them on the situation. They know there was some memory loss, but I was letting them know the extent of it." 

"That's not a reason to get all whispery," I retorted. "If I find out there's something you're all keeping from me, I won't be happy about it." 

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he pocketed his hands again. His eyes met mine for a split second before meeting the floor again. He kept doing that--kept avoiding my gaze, ever since I woke up in that hospital bed, and I hated it. It was because of this that I knew there was something he wasn't telling me--something big. 

"I'm giving you a chance to tell me," I went on, stepping closer to where he stood. "Whatever it is, you tell me right now, and I promise not to be upset about it." 

Sebastian opened his mouth as if to speak but promptly closed it again, squishing his lips together into a thin line. He ran a hand through his sandy, brown hair and exhaled sharply through his nose. 

"It's nothing you won't find out in due time," he finally said. 

"So there is something, then, that you're keeping from me." 

He shrugged. "It's not good to overload you on your first day back from the hospital. That's what Hathaway said. I think it's better for you to learn about things as you go." 

"How dare you tell me what's good for me?" I scoffed. "You can't treat me like I'm something broken and expect me to regain anything this way." 

"Believe me, I want you to remember. I do," he said. His eyes met mine again for a split second. Whenever those hazel eyes met mine, it was like an itch in the back of my mind--letting me know that I'd forgotten something important--but I couldn't scratch that itch no matter how hard I tried. 

It was only an inkling of a feeling- one that would disappear as quickly as it came on. 

"But everyone agrees that it would definitely be too much, too soon--this specific thing, anyway," he continued. "I promise to tell you anything else you want to know, but I have to keep this one thing from you for the time being." 

I frowned. I didn't like it, but I could understand where he was coming from if the headache forming in the back of my skull was anything to go by. 

"Fine." I turned around and collapsed on the sofa, massaging the back of my neck with stiff fingers. 

"Fine?" he replied. 

"Yes, fine! Keep your secrets, Mr. Sallow. But if there is anything else I want to know, you better tell me." 

I wasn't happy with it—I really wasn't—but I was tired of arguing about it. 

"I promise."