Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secr...
How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's...
y/n has defeated Ranrok and been tasked by Professor Figs passing with the responsibility of guarding ancient magic, and the wizarding world. The task is daunting, and all y/n wants is to honor Professor Fig and do so with the support from her best friends, Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt. At first it seems so much...
''You seriously need to stop calling me your friend,'' Sebastian tells me in a low voice. ''Then what should I call you?'' I ask curiously. My stomach is fluttering like never before. ''I haven't quite figured it out just yet. But 'friend' is not it.'' He says as he squeezes my hand harder. ---- Sebastian Sallow x rea...