Entangled Again || With Sebastian Sallow

Ch 13: Whipped 🌶️

"Showtime..." Sebastian murmured to himself as he got ready for dinner. He had paid extra special attention to his appearance, neatening up his hair, and buttoning up his nicest dress shirt. After brushing his teeth and splashing his face, he planted his hands on either side of the sink in front of him, gazing into the mirror as his heart raced uncontrollably. "Come on... get it together you Kneazle!"

He purposefully went to dinner late, to ensure that the most people would be present for his... presentation. And he made sure than Anne got Juliet there on time.

Sebastian burst through the double doors of the Great Hall, and with a confident stride, he made his way to the Slytherin table. To her.

"Excuse me," he whispered to Violet, as he stood up on the bench beside her and then onto the table, in front of Juliet.

She looked up at him in shock as he cleared his throat. He looked around at the others at the table who had paused their conversations, as his presence demanded their attention. He pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

"Juliet Brooks. I have a super important question to ask you. But first, I wanted to say some stuff," he cleared his throat again, and looked down at the parchment. "I don't know a lot about love, but I do know this. I love that you get cold so easily even on summer nights. I love that it takes you two hours to complete a meal. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when I suggest we do something crazy like explore an abandoned cave, but then ultimately you end up joining me and having a blast, killing more insects than I do."

"Spiders," she corrected him, a smile forming on her lips.

The others at the Slytherin table giggled, and the Gryffindor table began to hush and take notice of Sebastian.

"I love that you always feel the need to correct me," he smirked as he continued. "I love how you can always read me like an open book. I love the way you make me feel like I want to be a better man. I love that when I spend the day with you, I can smell your perfume on my clothes afterwards," he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, as if smelling it at that moment. "And I love that you are the last person I want to see before I go to sleep at night."

He knelt down on the table in front of her on both knees, bringing himself closer to her. The girls surrounding the spectacle gasped excitedly.

"We started out as friends, and even though when I first met you, I felt I knew you... for a while, I didn't see this coming. I think I was in denial. But something I've learnt is that my head gets so messy when I try to hide all the things I love about you in my mind. What I'm trying to say is... Jules... I want you. I want ALL of you. You and me, every day. Look, I've never done anything like this before, so I'm not sure exactly how it goes..." he pulled out his pocket-watch, the one from his father, and reached out for Juliet's hand, pressing it into her palm and closing her fingers around it as she looked up at him in utter adoration. "It's just something personal, something to show you..." he stood up and looked around, "and to whoever wants to know, that I'm whipped."

The crowd surrounding them whispered excitedly, a few of the guys made loud 'whoop whoop!' sounds. Sebastian held his hand out to Juliet, and when she placed her hand in his, he pulled her up onto the table with him. He kept holding her hand and gazed into her eyes as he continued, with a big smile on his face. "Yeah, I'm whipped. So... will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes!" Juliet squealed.

Sebastian wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her in for a hug as she wrapped her arms up around his neck. Screams of delight filled the Great Hall along with clapping and cheers.

"Kiss me," Sebastian whispered to Juliet, pulling back to look into her eyes.

She drew him back down toward her and planted a passionate kiss on his lips, which turned into a sexy french kiss, driving the onlookers wild.