This is Part 2 of my fanfiction series! Make sure you read Part 1 first! If you're lazy, I'll include a summary of the key points at the beginning of this story so, technically, you can jump right in.
Seventh year. Eighteen years old. Once a dream c...
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TW: This chapter contains descriptions of explicit sexual activity. You've been warned.
'This is the most important moment of our lives...'
Well...
'Nothing you will ever do again will be as important...'
I dare to question that too.
'It will require the utmost concentration... your life depends on it...'
'Imelda,' Sebastian finally says, shaking his head. 'We understand. You want the post with the Holyhead Harpies at all costs, but if you keep going round in circles, we'll miss the start of the game and your chances will be ruined.'
Imelda stops abruptly. I half expect her to put Sebastian in his place, but she just nods sympathetically and seriously. 'Right. You're right. Team, we have a game to win. At the end of this game, Ravenclaw will be wiped out. I don't want anyone talking about how I only put Sebastian on the team out of pity - we have to be that good.'
'Excuse me?' Sebastian raises his eyebrows. 'Who says ...?'
'That good,' Imelda repeats. 'So. Slytherins? Prove that you're not only good-looking but also good at playing.'
Sebastian's mouth is still open, but Imelda doesn't go any further with her side blow. She picks up her broomstick and looks resolutely at the curtains that separate the changing rooms from the Quidditch pitch. 'All or nothing.'
'Haven't they invited you to a try-out already...'
'All or nothing,' Imelda repeats, not taking her eyes off the pitch.
***
The weather is on our side for once. I've played more games in the rain than in the sun, which speaks for (or against) the Scottish weather. As soon as the whistle sounds through the stadium, I race up to the sky and oversee the field, trying not to be distracted by Sebastian.
The words of his last letters run through my mind. He never said it outright, but am I right in assuming that something has changed? I mean... you don't sign every letter 'forever', do you? Or maybe I'm just being naive, and this is just a friendly thing.
Lost in thought, I stare at Sebastian, even though I swore I wouldn't. He has his left hand on his broomstick, and I can see the veins on the back of his hand.
Merlin.
I need help.
I tear my eyes away with great effort, but only because I don't want Imelda to decapitate me and display my lifeless body in the Clock Tower. She would probably keep my head as a trophy.
Still, I can't help enjoying the exhilaration. Violet is under house arrest while she awaits trial. The Notts are all in Azkaban; the Ministry found them in Bulgaria, where they thought they'd be safe from detection but grossly underestimated my mother's abilities. Apparently, one of the idiots sent an owl to Gringotts to withdraw money. This was intercepted based on the warrant, and an Auror was immediately dispatched.
