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muzzzzle · 8 months

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Prefects’ Bathroom 🫧

Pairing: Prefect! Leander Prewett x Hector Fawley

NSFW 🔞 MDNI

I promised to finish this smut so ‘here I am as good as my word’ (c) It’s also my first work written specifically in English 👉🏻👈🏻

A friendly call for @prissaoe @soraimai @cranberryletters on the occasion!

The lights in the braziers twitched and the enchanted armor rattled unsettlingly. Leander had always found them sort of creepy, especially at such an hour, when every shadow in the castle was out to get something, whisper with muffled voices in his ear, and breathe down his neck, making the hairs stand. Prewett shivered lightly and straightened his back. They wouldn’t scare him after all this time. He’s been put into Gryffindor and rightfully so.

Though at this moment it was hard to tell if his quickened breath had more to do with suspicious noises creeping at him from all around the castle, or the excitement of his dream finally coming true. He’d almost lost his hope last year, getting roasted by Garreth constantly on the subject. But who’s laughing now, eh?

The proud Gryffindor Prefect was striding down the Faculty Tower, casting glances at the portraits and nodding to them familiarly. Who would know, that coming back to Hogwarts for 6th year, he would finally get the cherished pin. Gryffindor House was cheering so loudly and Leander couldn’t help but drop a few happy tears on the occasion. Finally, he got what he rightfully deserved. Even Garreth wouldn’t dare to pull his pranks on him now, not when Prewett got to flash his shiny pin and casually mention Weasley’s aunt, whom he was supposed to meet oh so very soon about yet another incredibly important matter. Garreth nodded understandingly and patted the roommate on the shoulder.

And today, after having bathed in respect, adoration, and glory, Leander was finally about to bathe in the place he had been dreaming of since he first heard about it. The Prefects’ bathroom. Retreat for the elite.

Faculty Tower appeared mostly empty, on his way Prewett only met Professor Garlick, mumbling something about Gillyweed. The redhead nodded to her pompously as well, trying to remember frantically if he’d handed in that essay on the Sopophorus plant. But Herbology Professor didn’t seem to be interested in that at all, a sigh of relief leaving his chest.

Leander finally got closer to the coveted door, enunciated every syllable of the password to the statue of Boris the Bewildered, and pushed the handle, his heart sinking in anticipation. After the dimly lit corridors of the Faculty Tower, bright lights reflected in the sparkling foam made him squint a bit. It was all he had dreamed of and more, bubbles popping playfully in the air, the stained-glass mermaid braiding her long hair, eyeing him with interest, lined up taps, erupting with all sorts of colors, fumes with musky scents, and… Somebody’s naked butt.

“Aaaah!” Prewett squeaked but quickly pulled himself together — in his dreams Prefects’ bathroom was his and his only, no other naked butts intended. “Sorry, mate, I was under the impression nobody had the place tonight.”

He turned his gaze away, embarrassed and bewildered just as much as the statue at the entrance, as the owner of the butt turned at him, his face with high cheekbones expressing the same surprise Leander’s had just moments ago. The Gryffindor Prefect's gaze brushed awkwardly at some uncovered parts of the bathroom occupant, who, apparently, hadn’t yet entered the water, before settling eyes on his face and dark hair. It wasn’t any of the Prefects, with all of whom Prewett was on a first-name basis, or the Head Boy, nor the captain of any Quidditch team, which was the only place Leander didn’t manage to get himself into this year. A seventh-year Ravenclaw, whom he had seen quite a few times in the Training Grounds, they even exchanged a few words last year – Hector Fawley. Leander raised his eyebrow with suspicion, trying to remember if there were any reasons for him to be privileged as high as to enter such an establishment. The musky scent was tickling his nose even more now, fogging his head a bit. The Ravenclaw caught himself faster.

“Leander, right?” his thick dark eyebrows straightened, and high cheekbones rounded up a bit as he cast a charming smile.

“What are you doing here, this is Prefects’ bathroom!” Prewett answered instead of a greeting, his face about to compete in color with his hair.

Fawley wasn’t in the rush to cover himself up at all, it was almost like he was proud to show his body off, the embarrassment of being caught wearing off quickly. Leander tried to seem stern, it was the first obstacle of any kind he’d encountered on his path as a Prefect so far, and he couldn’t quite understand how to react to such a situation. Was it a test? A weird initiation ceremony other Prefects prepared for him? Maybe they are testing if he had what it took to be harsh at times? Why on Earth did Hector Fawley have his dick out like that?

“So I am aware,” Hector shrugged, noticing just how wild was the expression on Prewett’s face, and calculating frantically the best way out of this. “I have certain… secret privileges, you see.”

Leander kept eyeing him with suspicion. If it was indeed the Prefects’ test, then he should just act as one. ‘What do you mean “as one”? You are one now!’ thought the redhead to himself and frowned his eyebrows. The musky-smoky scent was still pursuing him, he turned his head, trying to find the source of it.

“Then you wouldn’t mind testifying your ‘privileges’ to Professor Weasley, would you?” Prewett raised his chin and looked at the intruder with a challenge.

Hector arched one of his eyebrows. He was impressed. Leander Prewett didn’t have the best reputation at school, but apparently, he wasn’t so easy to fool. There was no point in trying to reason with him. But Ravenclaw's wits weren’t the only talent Fawley had taken pride in. If all the girls running after him were any proof – his charm was quite the force to be reckoned with. Hector never minded whether it was girls or boys. Whatever needed to be done. The Ravenclaw raised his hands up as a sign of peace, and tilted his head a bit, eyeing the freshly-baked Prefect with interest.

“Ok, I admit it. You got me, mate. I’m not supposed to be here.”

Prewett swallowed loudly, trying to keep his eyes at the level of Fawley’s head. Why was he so chill? What the hell were those fumes? And when did Hector get that abs so tight? And why did it bother him, Leander, so much? Even though some very inappropriate images were rising in Prefect’s mind (all of them had to do with a certain naked body right in front of him), the redhead was fighting them off quite bravely.

“I will accompany you to Professor Hecat’s, the Head of your House,” stated Leander.

The Ravenclaw clicked his tongue. He was preparing himself for quite a career after this last year at Hogwarts. His family had already pulled some strings and he was counting on a job at the Ministry. If it was up to Headmaster Black, he would have smoothly talked his way out of it, but Hecat… She was almost as diligent at staining the students’ records with minor misdemeanors as Weasley. He was thinking quickly, eyeing the sixth-year’s face. Leander was still clearly embarrassed but tried his best to look stern. Resolute face, plump lips pressed tightly – he was kinda cute, Hector thought.

“Are you certain we have to go to Hecat’s?” Fawley made his voice sound as smooth and deep as he could. “Surely the two of us can work something out, no need to get the unnecessary attention.”

Prewett frowned, processing his words. Yes, it was definitely a test. The Prefects, probably, were here in the bathroom as well, concealed by Disillusionment Charm, watching his every move and releasing some enchanted fumes, making his mind race with dirty images. Leander exhaled loudly to find the courage to remain tough and ignore the sudden urge to run his tongue along Fawley’s abs.

“I have to accompany you to Professor Hecat’s at once, I’m afraid!” with all the will he managed to collect, the redhead blurted out. “Put your clothes on!”

But Fawley didn’t even take a look at his clothes, getting closer to Leander instead and grinning predatorily. A couple more steps and his arm pressed the Gryffindor against the wall tightly, Prewett’s eyes widened in surprise, as Hector shamelessly brushed his naked body against Leander’s. The closeness and the warmth made him feel a light twitch in his pants. What in Merlin’s name was this guy doing?

“What in Merlin's name are you doing?” the Gryffindor felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and abdomen, as Hector’s dark eyes were hypnotizing him. “I– I’m a Prefect!”

“So I’ve heard,” the Ravenclaw murmured hotly right into Leander’s ear, pressing on his neck a bit harder and in one sharp movement covering Prewett’s plump lips with his.

Leander froze, processing. Hector Fawley was… kissing him?! What kind of initiation was that?! His mind was already about to blow, when he felt Hector’s other arm unbuttoning his robes, stroking his sides, and travelling down, close to the buckle of his trousers. Prewett opened his lips wider in surprise, Fawley’s tongue invading his mouth immediately. The Gryffindor tried with all his might to think of anything else, but his imagination would only paint brighter pictures of where Fawley’s hand should go next and how gently Hector was brushing his tongue against his own at the very moment. It wasn’t Leander’s first kiss at all – a couple of times he awkwardly tried it with Lenora Everleigh, who would mock him about the fact he hadn’t ever kissed, and then suck on his lips like a hungry dementor. They were even trying to do other things, and all along it’d just been really weird for him. But this time he felt different. Musky fumes were making his head spin and the Ravenclaw clearly knew what he was doing, so against his own will, Leander grew hard, moaning slightly into Hector’s mouth and making him chuckle.

“That’s it, Prewett, let me make it up to you,” he grinned as he parted, feeling the bulge in the redhead’s pants. “Wouldn’t it be better than bothering poor old Professor Hecat?”

Leander opened his clouded eyes and, breathing hard, felt the weirdly natural fire rising within. Licking his burning lips, he grabbed Fawley and, with the strength he had hardly expected from himself, turned him around, this time being the one pressing another into the wall. Hector’s thick brows frowned, but his eyes twinkled with the sudden change of the Prefect’s character. He opened his mouth, going to say something, but Prewett with unlikely power grabbed his chin tightly and pulled him in for another kiss, warmer, wilder, wetter.

Leander never knew he had it in him, he felt dizzy with sudden boldness and power over the handsome Ravenclaw, whimpering slightly back into his mouth. He ran his hands against the broad naked shoulders, along the bare skin, that would cover with goosebumps at his hungry touches, down to the narrow hips, thrusting a bit forward, trying to brush his erection against Fawley’s hot body, feeling him grow hard as well. Hector gasped for breath, his eyes wide as the Gryffindor rested his hands on his butt and squeezed slightly.

“Wow,” he breathed out into another’s ear, chuckling. “Never knew you were so horny for me, Prewett, could’ve said so!”

Leander parted, panting and looking at the smug expression of the Ravenclaw searchingly, and smiled victoriously, grabbing his exposed dick without warning, squeezing it and making Hector whimper again. Redhead found himself enjoying these sounds more and more. He breathed in deeply, feeling the courage bursting out of him as the fumes took over — he wasn’t afraid of looking stupid or ashamed — it felt right. He pulled Fawley closer by his organ and kissed him again, feeling how the seventh-year tried to thrust into his hand.

“I think you’re in no position to mock me, Fawley,” said Leander hotly to his ear, brushing the dark hair with the free hand and pulling on it a bit to hear another moan. “I think you would need to put in some good work if you want to have me cover for you.”

Hector threw his head back as Prewett pulled on his hair, eyeing his face, flushed with lust and licking his lips. The sudden change in Prefect’s character was turning him on more and more, he had almost forgotten why he started doing it in the first place. Of course, he knew, what might have given redhead a nudge – he had lit the sticks himself not more than ten minutes ago, hoping to spend some quality time with the hot emerging fantasies in his head – through some smugglers’ connections he had managed to get a bunch of mysterious Indian incense, used widely in their wizarding houses of pleasure. Maybe, those were the fumes hitting him as well, but every touch of Leander made his skin burn and blood rush through his head. He grabbed the red-edged robes and in one swift movement removed them from the shoulders, starting to unbutton the shirt on the Gryffindor’s chest, when Prewett caught his fingers and shook his head. Hector obeyed with surprise and anticipation, taking a few steps to the side, as Leander’s hand, resting on his abs, pushed him insistently toward the pool, still full of colourful foam and bubbles. He stopped at the very slippery edge, his heels looming over the bath, one Leander’s hand wrapped around his cock tightly, another, in contrast, pressing him forward.

“Do you expect me to jump?” Fawley cocked his eyebrow, feeling his heart beating loudly.

“I expect you to fall,” Leander answered and pushed the Ravenclaw with both hands, looking with a clouded gaze at the water splashing as Hector fell into it.

His head and shoulders resurfaced the water some seconds later, he stroked his moist hair back, exposing his forehead, and thick eyebrows raised in utter surprise. Prewett watched him with the same wild, hungry, lustful eyes with widened pupils, slowly taking off his shirt. Fawley smirked, breathing deeply, eyeing the Prefect’s freckled chest and resting his gaze on the bulge in Leander’s trousers.

“Seems your clothes are a bit tight on you,” he said smugly. “Need some help?”

The redhead said nothing and unbuttoned his trousers quickly as well, taking them off in a hasty motion, remaining in his briefs, and got closer to the edge of the pool.

“You will be helping me in another way, Fawley,” he said hoarsely, the view of water streaming down Hector’s neck and shoulders turning him on even more. His briefs came down to the floor next to the crumpled white shirt, as Leander sat with his bare butt on the edge of the pool, which he just pushed the intruder off. He spread his legs wider shamelessly, feet in the water, showing off his cock twitching painfully as if inviting to be touched desperately. “Will you be a good Ravenclaw and guess yourself or shall I tell you what to do?”

Fawley's grin crept higher as he took a couple of steps closer, pushing the thick foam away. The incense was still burning, a pleasant musky scent tickling his nostrils as his hands rested on Leander's knees and his face right opposite his crotch. Hector was taking his time, clearly enjoying the impatient freckled face and dark eyes devouring him with lust. He slowly grabbed some foam and ran his fingers up Prewett’s right thigh, listening in to his quickening breathing and feeling the muscles tensing up at his touch. Getting closer to the groin, he teasingly brushed the inner thigh with his thumb and, burying his nails in the pale skin slightly, left red traces as he moved his fingers back to the knee. Leander clenched his teeth and whimpered.

“Have you done it before?” Fawley raised his eyes, still playing with Prefect’s thigh.

“N-not with guys,” even having been affected like this by the Indian fumes, the redhead sounded a bit nervous.

Hector nodded and stroked the left thigh with one long motion, resting his palm on Leander’s butt and squeezing it lightly.

“I will be gentle, Prewett,” he murmured as he brought his face even closer to the aroused dick, cupping his glutes with both hands this time.

Prefect’s heart was racing as he watched, holding his breath, as Fawley stuck out his tongue and slowly ran its tip along the hard shaft from the bottom up, knocking another moan out of him. Leander clung to the wet edges of the pool with his fingers, his knuckles white as he locked his gaze with Hector’s. The Ravenclaw was clearly playing with him, moving slowly and barely touching at times, tracing the net of veins on his dick with a deft tongue, leaving the organ wet and unattended as he started sucking on his balls, squeezing his butt harder.

Prewett clenched his teeth, panting, his dick hurting with desire. He was afraid it would be over too soon but experienced Fawley (where the hell did he learn all that?) knew how to keep him on the edge and extend the pleasure. He would start sucking on the very tip of Prefect's throbbing essence with filthy wet sounds, making Leander arch his back and push his hips forward trustingly, closing his eyes; but then suddenly bite the inner side of his thigh, grinning at yet another soft whimper and licking over the red mark. Prewett winced and grasped Hector’s wet hair, pulling it slightly again.

“So impatient,” the Ravenclaw chuckled teasingly, burying his nails in the bare skin, covered with goosebumps. “You Gryffindors need to be taught some restraint.”

Leander couldn’t even formulate words, he just forced Fawley’s face closer to his crotch by the hair, his dick brushing against the high cheekbone. Hector felt as his own hardness was driving him crazy already, his own tension building up even without any direct contract. He opened his mouth wide and wrapped it around Prewett’s swollen organ, sensing as its tip pressed against the back of his throat and hearing an inappropriately loud moan.

“Mmmph” whimpered Leander, finally getting the demanded attention and thrusting slightly at the pace the Ravenclaw had set.

Hector was accelerating fast, feeling that the Prefect wouldn’t hold much longer, helping himself with his tongue, his fingers at the back finding their way to the redhead’s hole. He was at his hardest himself, Prewett’s moans roaming wild in his mind. Before he knew it, Leander erupted with a hoarse groan right into the seventh-year throat, his body shaking vigorously, his fingers clutching hard on Fawley’s hair. With the release, the Gryffindor lowered on his back, his chest heaving as he was panting noisily. Without waiting for him to rise, Hector got up the slippery steps; water and foam streaming down his heated and tense body; brought one leg over Prewett’s pale torso, lowering onto his knees in the riding pose, and with a few swift jerks he came all over the freckled heaving chest with a deep moan.

The incense sputtered a thin wisp of darker smoke and went out. Fumes were still roaming around the bathroom, Fawley fell exhaustedly right next to the Prefect, breathing just as heavily, his face expressing utter satisfaction. Leander was eyeing the high ceiling decorated with the floral pattern and the lights flickering in the floating bubbles. The seventh-year suddenly got up and started pulling his clothes on. Prewett raised on his elbows.

“You are going?” he tried to conceal his disappointment but to no avail.

Fawley pulled on his pants and was now doing the buttons on his shirt clinging instantly to his yet moist skin.

“It seemed like you wanted to enjoy the place all by yourself,” Hector grinned, drying his hair with a wand and watching as the sticky white mess that he had made on the Gryffindor's chest got more transparent. “I reckon you might really use this bath now, Mr Prefect. Unless you still want to go to Hecat’s, of course.”

Leander blushed hard and pressed his lips, sliding slowly to the water and shaking his head negatively. Now that the effect of the incense and his sudden outburst of wild lust was wearing off, he was starting to feel embarrassed. But even more than that he was thinking of doing that again.

“You can go,” Prewett answered, hiding his eyes and leaning his back against the tiling of the pool.

The Ravenclaw watched him carefully and sighed, squatting down near the taps, decorated with some sort of mer-creatures, and running his fingers through the red hair reassuringly.

“That was fun, Leander. I won’t mind doing it again sometime, if you are up for it” he said playfully and rose, heading to the door, leaving the Prefect with the eyes hopefully fluttering as he reproached.

“He-Hector!” the redhead’s call caught up with him almost as he reached for the knob. “If you ever want to use the bathroom, let me know, I’ll… work something out.”

Fawley turned his head and cast a glance at the embarrassed sixth-year, smiling.

“I will be looking forward to us working something out together,” he said before slipping through the door.

Prewett breathed in noisily and dove under the thick foam. Well, that wasn’t at all what he’d imagined his first time here would be like. The other Prefects were right. Once you try the Prefect’s bathroom, you’ll never want to get back to the regular one.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #leander prewett #hector fawley #smut #hogwarts legacy smut #leander x hector #fanfic #prefect's bathroom

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weirdraccoon · 11 months

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*coming out*

Tom: Mom, Dads. I'm gay.

MC, Sebastian and Ominis: ...

Sebastian: Was it supposed to be a surprise?

MC: It's Harry, right?

Tom *pouting because he thought they didn't know*: Yes.

MC: I knew it! Pay up, bitch!

Sebastian *handing her a bag of coins*

Ominis: When are you going to stop betting with her? Aren't you broke now?

Sebastian: I could've sworn it was that Malfoy kid.

Tom: wtf

#adopted dark lord au #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #tom riddle #tomarry #tom ended more sckoed than them #hes gonna stop talking to malfoy now #just a couple of days #abraxas is his bestie #and a prefect #tom needs that connection to use the prefects bathroom

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radioproto · 7 months

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@springbon-t-art You may remember this:

But I remade it!

Silly little gal…

#my bathroom is prefect for it too lmao #hope you like them!#furry #furry art #fursuit #dutch angel dragon #melody the dutch angel dragon #missing coworkers

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theodoradevlin · 1 year

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|Bathed & Bruised|

Summary: Sebastian Sallow x MC. Prefect Bathroom Shenanigans. Smutty Drabble at no particular point in time. Hurt/Comfort because life’s been SHITE recently and I could probably use some of it myself. So please accept this one shot as a result of built up life angst.

Also someone HALP …I fear I spend way too much time on the build up... but need to work on detail of the smut. So…maybe next time no build up and just smut LOL what a terrible excersice to try oh darn

Word Count: 3.4k

It had not taken Theo long to make quick work of those damned loyalists. There had been an irritating amount of them, but she had handled them all the same.

She had killed them all. Death had stained her hands in increasing measures as the weeks went on.

But it was to protect the school, she told herself.

She had to.

She didn’t let herself consider that there was some other reason she had become comfortable with that elephant in the room. The murderous side of her. No.. she wouldn’t think of that long. She couldn’t.

In the current moment, she didn’t know if it was late at night, or early in the morning by the time she got back to the castle. Luckily, she had managed to save enough Floo powder to travel from the coast back to Fig’s classroom, her battered body clumsily making immediate impact with the floor as she groaned.

An irritated scoff echoed in the hall, which she had anticipated to be empty.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” His voice was flat, and entirely unamused.

She heaved herself up on to her legs, only to see Sebastian laying on the bench across from Fig’s class room.

“Have you been sleeping here all night?!” Her incredulous whisper rang out in the hall, but not before Sebastian’s gaze snapped back to her.

“Have I been sleeping here all night? No. Mostly I was pacing a damn hole in this floor since I figured this had something to do with Fig, or some genius plan you hatched on your own, while failing to tell me. So again, no. I haven’t been sleeping much at all since you keep deciding to run off on your own and come back looking like this.” His equally incredulous whisper shot back at her.

Color rose to her cheeks in frustration as they regarded each other. As their eyes met, Sebastian paused to really look at her, his eyes turned hollow as they spotted a soft purple hue gracing her cheek. Blood smeared across those lips he had kissed only the night before. His exacting gaze took it all in, his jaw twitching.

He wasted no time making his way over to her in a direct line.

Instantly, his hands were on her. Gentle. Surveying the damage he could see, sick at what he couldn’t.

“Let’s go.” It wasn’t a question, but a demand.

Theo’s brows knitted together in annoyance.

“Go where? It’s nearly-“

He cut her off.

“Prefects bathroom is closest - and likely deserted at this time anyhow. So let’s go. You need cleaning up.”

She opened her mouth to protest again, but when she did she felt the pang of pain from the bruise deepening on her cheek. Looking down, there was undoubtedly a multitude of blood stains crusting her clothes, some of it hers, some of it not. She had used quite a bit of Bombarda, and it had resulted in some rather explosive debris. Perhaps he was right.

“Fine. I’ll go. But afterwards, promise to stop fretting like an old nursemaid, Sallow.” Theo consented as he gently grabbed her hand, leading them towards the staircase. He didn’t even look back at her as he growled,

“I’ll do no such thing.”

Then, another deep breath, and then most in a most confused voice:

“Nursemaid? Really?”

They stalked along the edges of the corridor, as fast as her battered body would allow, Sebastian giving gentle pulls on her hand as he led the way. Before breaking into the faculty tower, he essentially forced the wiggenweld down her throat…but despite her protests to not waste it, it thankfully allowed her to breathe a little easier, mending what must have been a broken rib.

As they rounded up the staircase, he peeked his head up to see that there were no prefects around - the castle all still sound asleep, save the two of them. The absence of their sleep schedules, as torturous as it was during the day, seemed to open up an entirely new world at twilight.

He ushered her into the prefect’s bathing room, before casting a lock spell on the door to ensure that no one else would find their way in. They had another few hours before the earliest of morning birds awoke.

Theo leaned against the wall, breathing in deep, her eyes taking in the extravagant room, with its multitude of golden faucets, and tiled mosaic lining every inch of the blue and white walls…she had only been in here once before, to nab a Demi-guise. She hadn’t had the time to appreciate the way the light from the stars gleamed through the stained glass windows, fleeting across the cerulean bath water like fairy lights.

It was calming in here. She couldn’t be terribly angry that this is where he had brought her to.

Her head swiveled back to Sebastian as he slowly took his robe off, heedlessly letting it drop to the marble tiled floor as he rolled up his sleeves coming over to her.

He moved aside her hair to see that the bruises continued to flower across her jaw, neck. He inhaled.

What did you do to yourself, Thee?” He said, his voice clipped, broken, as if he couldn’t bear the site of her battered body any longer. His breaths were ragged as his fretting and gentle touches brushed against her cheek, her arms, pausing on each purple bloom of the bruises on her skin.

She noted the panic in his eyes. She had seen that need, the burn for him to protect. She saw it when he looked at Anne, during the painful bouts of her curse. She would not be another burden to him.

“I’m fine, Sebastian. Nothing I haven’t done before… I’m absolutely fine.”

It didn’t matter how many times she said it. He passed her a curt glare, and lowered himself to his knees to inspect closer.

His breath passed along her abdomen as she stilled herself against the coolness of the wall, in contrast to the heat of him so near her.

“Fine? I think you’re lying to me.” He accused her gruffly, as his searching hands went to determine for himself, undoing her buttons of her blouse, gently parting the fabric to expose the trail of cuts and bruises that continued underneath.

Her beautiful abdomen had been painted in an unforgiving litany of dark and angry colors.

“Dammit, Theodora.”

He hissed sharply, his eyes squeezing tight as he looked away, his hands gripping her on each side as if to hold himself up, but still careful to avoid the bruises.

She breathed shakily. His reaction to her was startling. Startling enough for her to realize she had been pushing herself so hard, that she hadn’t even realized the state she had been in. Not until she watched as it crushed Sebastian in front of her. How could the destruction of her body not make her feel the same? She had been so focused…

“Seb…I..I’m really okay-“

He ignored her pleas, leaning his forehead against the plane of her thigh. Her beautiful body. She was fighting a war for everyone but herself, and yet the only one taking the hits.

“You…You’re covered in more bruises each time I see you.” His breath was pained as it skirted across her lower stomach. She could hear how angry he was, and she didn’t know if it was at her, or at himself.

“It’s an occupational hazard…” She tried to lift the tension with a half hearted jest.

He gritted his teeth.

“Of what occupation, Devlin? Hanging around me? Or doing Fig’s bidding? Or of putting fucking everyone before yourself? How about you explain that to me? ” He snapped.

She stilled at the emotion in his voice. Her hand came up to his jaw, lifting his gaze up to her. In some ways, it could be mistaken for supplication. But she knew that couldn’t be possible. Not for him. Not towards her. Yet here he was. Kneeling in front of her, with fervor in his eyes as he looked up towards her.

She cleared her throat.

“…It’s not like that. It’s nothing that I can handle. You would do the same.”

He grimaced again at her words.

“Devlin - I swear you’re fucking wrong. Because this is something I can’t handle. I refuse to handle. You. Hurt. All the damn time….this is not something I can agree to handle. ” He breathed in admonition as his gaze reached upwards, she heard the strain in his voice, and saw the fear in those brown eyes that were near black in emotion as they gazed upwards.

“Ominis has told me you’ve been limping in the halls. Clutching your side in class. He had to help you up the stairs the other day when I was gone in Feldcroft for Merlin’s sake.”

He continued, breathless at the panic in his voice.

They stood there, as he remained on his knees, trying to force air in through his lungs

“I…” Theo swallowed again. Ominis had even been worried about her? She …she had been so busy with everyone…Poppy..Natty…Fig…she hadn’t even seen it herself. She hadn’t had a moment to. She didn’t even realize anyone had noticed.

As if Sebastian read her shocked expression, he laughed darkly, just once.

“You and that damn Hufflepuff need to put everyone first.” His eyes burned into her as he pressed a fleeting kiss to her stomach. “… I told you once. I’ll tell you again. I can’t loose you. I won’t. So please. Please. If for no one’s sake but your own - put yourself first Devlin… I beg you. You’re going to tear my damn heart out if you don’t tear yours out first from letting it bleed for everyone else.”

His pleas were murmured against her skin, but reached into her core and had her burning.

Gruffly, he stood, and his face was flushed. He gently shrugged off her unbuttoned shirt until it joined his robe on the ground.

“I’m going to take care of you, now.” He murmured.

Theo didn’t trust her voice to speak. Didn’t find it in herself to remind him that he always had taken care of her, anyhow.

His fingers unbuckled the buttons holding her skirt in place, then neither of them broke their gaze as the next piece of fabric hit the floor as well.

She slid off his own shirt, then tugged on his belt loops in protest of the layers of his own clothes that still remained.

As their last articles of clothing fell away, he led her slowly towards the bath, those doe eyes of his locked on her the entire way.

She shivered at the feel of the water as they sank in deeper, walking until it met her shoulders.

He brought her close to him, turning her as the warm water enveloped her muscles. She allowed her self to lean her back against his chest, his hands taking her arms, crossing his own over hers as he held her to his chest.

She shuddered at the weightless feel of the bath, of the blood and dirt slowly coming off her skin. Of the feel of his breathing against hers.

“Don’t let go.” She murmured deliriously at the feel of it.

He nuzzled her neck.

“Never.”

He drew up water in his hands, as he let it gently fall down her hair, smoothing it softly as he washed away any traces of the battle that was left. Her hair was always so curly, he forgot how long it actually was as the red tendrils spread across the water like a water nymph.

He held her like she was the most fragile thing, when he knew in reality she was the strongest thing he’d ever seen.

She allowed him to continue to rub the dirt from her face, her arms, inspecting every inch of her until she felt it all fall away.

He leaned in, pressing another kiss to her neck in reverence, and as the small moan slipped from her lips, there were multiple parts of his body that ached to take care of her.

He turned her towards him then, lifting her slightly up out of the water, backing them both up until she was arching against the edge of the tub. He pressed more kisses. She was his anchor. He was hers. He pressed a kiss against the darkest bruise. Against the scar he had helped heal across her abdomen.

His lips continued almost of their own accord, as he placed more pressing kisses against her stomach so intently that pressing she found herself letting loose a sigh.

“Ah..” She gasped softly, as he continued to press his doting lips on each mark, cut and bruise on her stomach and side, leaving no bruise untouched, shifting her up higher to grant himself access to her hip bones peaking over the surface of the water, just above the spot he loved most.

Her hands tangled gently in his hair as she enjoyed his fretting touches, her red wildly hanging in wet locks around her vision, and his brown curls dripping with moisture into his hooded eyes as he watched her.

“Mmmm…you know you make it hard to make promises to be careful when this is the welcome home I receive…” She murmured breezily as his fingers started to trail up her thigh, in tandem with his mouth trailing down her hips. Hoping to both meet somewhere in the middle…

“Mn.” At that most irresponsible comment from her, he gave her a gentle nip in warning against her thigh. “You’re missing the point, my dear Thee. This isn’t a reward. Don’t make me torture you instead - because I will.”

She had no doubt about that. A smile broke across her lips despite herself.

“I thought you were under the impression I did enough of that myself…?”

His kisses turned more relentless, as all of a sudden a finger parted her folds, slipping into her with confident and deft hands.

As she gasped against his palm, he chuckled darkly in agreement.

“You do..All heroes do it seems.” He nipped again against her hip, a demand for her to spread her legs slightly wider to allow him to continue his caress of her. His mouth trailed against her until it reached the bundle of nerves at her apex. His tongue flicked against it, but didn’t make another move until he murmured against her, “….And for whatever reason…You seem intent on being one.”

Her eyes met his in confusion, but his gaze shifted until it glazed over at what he wanted to worship more.

His breath skittered across the core of her, and she shivered at the feel of it. His tongue darted out to press against her, moved in circles at the center of her, while a second finger slipped in to press and curl in, parting, coaxing her, and making splashing noises as the water swirled around his movements. She shuddered at him undoing her.

“Despite….how it tortures me. I think you enjoy doing that…” She barely croaked out as she leaned back further over the edge, arching dramatically at the angle and his touches.

He didn’t answer, just watched as he continued to work, appreciating her writhe as he continued to taste her.

She keened at the feel of it.

“I …I don’t - I don’t - I’m not a…” She huffed out in gasps, struggling to speak as a result of what he was doing with his mouth.

His free hand left the grip he had on her upper thigh to silence her mouth, before he stood up. She whined at the absence of his mouth on her.

He pressed against her, and their wet bodies slid together perfectly. The hardness of his thick length was already pressing deliciously against her. He hadn’t yet removed his hand from her mouth.

“No talking.” His eyes watched her carefully, “…You haven’t listened to me- ever - it seems. So now you’re going to make up for it…and not…talk..”

“Hah…” She threw her head back obliging, as he continued to lean against her, his slick abdomen pressing against her own wet body, her breasts peaking at the trickle of water against air, against his chest as one of his hands stabilized her lower back, the other rubbing a thumb across her nipple gently.

He leaned into her as her legs started wrapping around him, his kisses soft as a butterfly against the tenderness left on her neck,

His mouth pressed against hers, coaxing it open as his lower lip pressed her own down, allowing his tongue to snake into her mouth. Her own pressed into his, the gasps of breath barely there between the absence of space as everything closed between them in frantic movements.

She stumbled slightly off the ledge, but his other hand quickly ran up the back of her thigh to hold her against him, as he grabbed her other leg to lift her completely off the ledge. He lowered them both back into the water, as their kisses pressed together faster, yet gently, Sebastian careful in each way he held her to not hit the bruises in a way that wasn’t tender. They were both bruised, and battered. And yet not one scar had not been left un-worshipped. Not since the first day. Their scars are what had bound them together. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

She could drown in this. In him. If she wasn’t already.

“Now…”He breathed against her mouth as he aligned his hips beneath her, pinning her against another edge. “How about I show you how well I can take care of you..?” He prodded at her entrance, the thick feel of him so enticing she was cursing the water for not letting her slide down sooner. She writhed towards him but he held her up.

“Tsk…none of that. Not until you promise….that next time your reckless..you’re not reckless alone. You’re reckless with me.”

His eyes met hers, and despite the lightness in his voice, she heard the serious question behind it.

Do not do this alone. Let me help you.

She nodded, pulling him back towards her. He gasped as her mouth answered in frantic movement. She would never be alone. Not as long as he was there.

“Never. Only with you. Only you.” She breathed out as she guided him into her. He groaned as her hand allowed him to slip inside of her. His only response in his hand that snaked into her hair, pulling her head back towards him, as he pressed into her, filling her deeper.

They both huffed gasping breaths at the feel of him inside her, moving together, letting the water ripple at the momentum of it all. Her legs wrapped around him as his arms gripped the sides of the bath for leverage.

There was nothing but them in this twilight. There was no hurt, there were no obligations - no promise but to each other.

She cried out as he hit her center, clenching around him. He responded in a grinding motion, groaning at the feel of her that enveloped him.

“Thee- gods…you …”

“Yes…”

“Ah..fuck.” His mouth captured hers again as he pumped harder, the water completely sloshing now, as he buried himself deeper and deeper.

She broke away, her head tilting back and falling against him, screaming out.

“Seb- You’re - ah - “

She moaned and cried out as her orgasm shuddered through her…her walls clenched around him, and he gave himself to her completely, sputtering and rolling until he completely spent himself inside of her, gasping into her ear.

Slowly, her legs unwrapped and his arms came around to her waist again, as they floated, her hands mindlessly twisted in his wet curls as he drew them both in the bubbly waters. He pressed a kiss to her neck, that he was currently nuzzled in as he held her against him.

“So…should we actually get clean now?” She murmured, blissfully.

He chuckled.

“While I prefer the dirtier version of ourselves, perhaps not a bad idea.” His eyes squinted as the silver light peeking through the stained glass started to turn the room amber. “..Especially since I expect dawn is here….prefects will be barreling in soon dying to give us another detention.”

She pouted, lamenting the fact they would have to hurry to get out and dried soon as to avoid being caught.

“Well like I said - I’m only reckless with you Sallow. And if this bathroom routine is reckless…I’d vote to make it a habit.”

He pulled her under the water, attacking her with aquatic kisses before coming up for air. Although he never felt like he could come up for air with her.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow smut #if you see typos...no you didn't #hurt x comfort #theo devlin #prefect bathroom fun #sebastian sallow fanfiction #probably needs more editing but again NO PATIENCE

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elilelibeli · 26 days

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guys how do we not have enough scenes in the prefects bathroom.

I remember them being absolutely spectacular (my memory can be lying but it’s a very vivid memory) and we do not have enough scenes in them but I know how gooood they would be! This is an untapped market and I beg for all of you talented people to give it to meeee

#i am requesting prefect bathroom smut scenes please #PLEASE #dead gay wizards fucking in the bathroom #marauders

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oxydiane · 2 years

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goblet of fire really feeds into my harry and hermione gossip about their boy crushes together agenda

#that whole scene where hermione is talking about how krum is ‘the more physical type’ and harry almost giggles and he’s like alriiiight #you cannot convince me he was not giggling and twirling his hair talking about cedric #he can’t talk abt his stuff to ron bcs if he went to him saying omg cedric told me to take a hot bath in the prefects bathroom ron would go #‘he thinks you stink?????’#can somebody write a fanfiction i need it so bad #harry potter #hermione grander #cedric diggory #ron weasley #hedric #cedric x harry #goblet of fire

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jamiemoonymarks · 1 year

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The struggles of shipping Hedric

#you guys have no idea how many prefect’s bathroom one shots I’ve read #there’s soooo many of them #and they all start the same #Harry is in the bath by himself #he talks aloud to himself and Cedric replies #Harry turns around and BOOM naked Cedric is there standing at full attention #I’m not really complaining tho bc I still read them and give kudos #it’s just the overwhelming amount of stories that start this way is concerning #Hedric #this is me #harric #hp #meme #hp meme #mine #funny #cedric diggory #Harry Potter

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wedonthaveawhile · 7 months

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The Serpents Hold // Chapter Ten

Summary: When Sebastian turns to dark magic to cure his sister, Nova and Ominis find themselves reluctantly thrust into a partnership to aid him. Amid the disapproval of Ominis' family, Nova wrestles with her growing feelings for him and also with the nagging suspicion that Ominis knows more about Anne's condition than he's letting on.

AO3 // Masterlist

Warnings: Gore, Nudity

Nova's fingers laced through Ominis' hair as she guided him back across the threshold. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against him as they stumbled in tandem. His other hand rose to her face, but as his fingertips grazed the gouge carved across her cheek, Nova recoiled from him with a sharp hiss.

Ominis looked shocked, then upset, then downright furious. He fumbled for a handle before muttering a terse "Excuse me" and stormed out the doorway.

The ensuing slam gave way to retreating footfalls echoing down the hall. Nova fought to draw breath, brushing her thumb over the lingering sensation of him on her lips.

Her memories were shrouded in a thick mental fog. She couldn't muster any details between waking up with Ominis earlier that morning and finding herself now, staring blankly at a swirling pool of bubbles. All she knew for certain was the lavender-scented water beckoned to her with each melodious ripple against the tiles, so that's where she directed her focus.

Her cloak was thrown to the ground in a puff of dust. She winced in pain as she wrestled with her trousers, the fabric saturated and heavy with coagulated blood. Whimpering softly, she eased them into the water and wrapped her body in a veil of frothy foam.

Moonlight danced through the stained glass window, casting various colours across the wavelets. She floated onto her back; the pull of the water teased her hair into its depths and her mind with it.

Her meditation was cut short by a jarring rap at the door. It took her a moment to register Ominis' return, clutching a nurse's satchel at his chest which had likely been pilfered from the hospital wing.

He muttered what she assumed was an apology, his cheeks flushing crimson at the inappropriate intrusion. "I... The nurse was on to me."

Had it not been for the thick blanket of bubbles, she might have felt embarrassed too, but they concealed more of her skin than her clothing had. However, she supposed his visual impairment concealed enough.

"You're fine. I'm fully clothed," she said, just to see if he'd believe it.

He huffed in lieu of a reply and turned towards a nearby bench, rummaging through the contents of his stolen goods. "This won't fully heal you. You'll be scarred unless you decide to wise up and go see a nurse."

The back of his head was awarded an irritated glare. He turned to toss a vial in her direction, and the small container sank through the bubbles, disappearing somewhere beside her.

"Thanks."

She made no effort to retrieve it.

He pulled some bandages from the bag and flung them onto a chair before striding toward the door.

"Ominis, are we alright?" she called after him.

"We're fine."

"Are you alright?"

He halted, his grip on the doorknob so tight his knuckles turned white under the pressure. "I'd prefer if we could just forget tonight ever happened."

She would have interrogated him further, but dealing with his tantrum exceeded her current mental capacity.

"Forgotten," she said flatly, knowing her immediate surrender would ruffle his feathers.

He drummed agitatedly on the doorknob before loosening his grip and turning around, his feathers duly ruffled.

"If someone were to… If my family were to assume I had any involvement with..." A wave of self-disgust contorted his features as he choked on a word.

Half-blood.

The pain had been more bearable when she was slammed against a cave floor.

"Understood."

"I don't mean it like that." he snapped, shoving his thumb and forefinger into his eyes.

"How else am I supposed to interpret it?"

She could barely detect his silhouette dithering by the doorframe, veiled by billowing steam and the haze of tears threatening to spill.

"You should leave."

Not one to follow orders, as evidenced by his punctual arrival in the catacombs, he slumped cross-legged at the bath's edge. His fingers combed through the grit on his cheeks, leaving angry red marks in their wake.

"I didn't mean it to come out like that." He repeated the sentiment, gathering a handful of bubbles. They stewed in an oppressive silence as he bounced the frothy cluster between his palms.

"I presume Sebastian has divulged more about my private life than you will admit."

"Possibly."

"I suspected as much." His brow was creased into a frown, but the usual fire in his tone was absent. "As far as my parents are concerned, there hasn't been any formal cancellation of plans."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Her body sagged against the side of the bath, too depleted to pick up what he was putting down.

"Living with Sebastian serves everyone's interests. My family don't have to look at me, and I'm spared of their presence... but they still view me as their commodity, and when they have a use for me, they'll want me home."

"Sebastian told me you were emancipated."

"That's what we tell everyone, and it's what I like to believe." He sent the bubbles scattering into the air with a decisive clap. "But I'm under constant surveillance; I must second-guess every move I make."

"By Black?"

He nodded, "and Alice."

Nova wrung her hands together, the mention of his prospective wife igniting a pang of jealousy.

"Have you had any recent encounters with her?" Ominis asked, submerging his hands into the water to embark on the task of scrubbing acromantula guts from his skin.

"Not since you pushed her down the stairs."

"She believes that was you. You shouldn't have taken the blame," he shifted to clean the other arm despite the first still being marred in a watery brown tinge. "Do you remember one of the first things I ever said to you?"

"That I'm ignorant?" she asked, the opportunity to deliver a jab lifting her spirits slightly. "Or that I was framing Sebastian?"

He dipped his foot into the water and launched a splash in her direction.

"Ew, don't pollute my bath with your grotty foot," she shot back, retaliating with a well-aimed splatter that drenched his sullied hair.

"I warned you that Alice's bite is worse than her bark."

"Alice doesn't scare me."

"She terrifies me," he confessed with a heavy sigh before arriving at his point. "I can assure you, she's been waiting to uncover something to use against you. She'd waste no time running straight to my brother if she suspected something between you and me."

"Are you intending to live by your parents' rules forever?"

"I have to somewhat, until I'm eighteen at least, and even then..." He didn't need to finish his sentence; Nova knew the tactics his family employed to get their way. "I have plans, but there's no place in them for anyone else."

Despite being on the receiving end of their kiss, she felt rejected. She couldn't muster the energy to point it out.

"Got it."

"Would you like me to leave?"

She didn't want him to, but her pride prevented her from asking him to stay. She kept silent, hoping he'd get the hint—and he did. Shrugging off his jumper and rolling up his shirt sleeves, he ran his wet fingers through his hair, dislodging clumps of thick dirt that amalgamated into a muddy sludge.

"I can't see anything through all the bubbles and steam. You can hop in and wash your hair if you want to."

"Have you been paying attention to anything I've said?"

"I absorbed about twenty percent. I'm pretty sure that spider gave me a concussion," She took pleasure in his exasperated groan. "Anyway, there's nothing scandalous about two friends sharing a bath fully clothed."

"I know you're not fully clothed."

"A slanderous accusation. I will be notifying Black."

"Don't even joke about it."

"Ominis, he's not policing the bath schedule on Christmas Eve." She told him, her lungs beginning to ache from the exertion of conversation. "I understand where you're coming from. I'm just... I could have been killed tonight. I can absorb only so much dysfunctional family drama right now."

She sank under the water before he could respond, savouring the blissful silence. Her tension dissipated into the gentle ripples of the water as she exhaled slowly, descending to the floor to begin unravelling the tangled knots from her hair.

When she emerged with a gasp, Ominis was on his feet, ready to leave. He shifted his weight between them uneasily. "I'd appreciate it if you kept what I've shared with you to yourself, for both of our sakes."

"What happens in the prefect's bathroom stays in the prefect's bathroom," she assured him, eyes clamped shut as she rubbed away the droplets infiltrating them. She anticipated the closing of the door, but after a prolonged pause, she instead heard Ominis withdraw his wand and whisper an incantation. A swath of black fabric was conjured and wrapped tightly around her eyes.

"Really?" Her hand struck the water's surface indignantly. "You could have just asked me not to look."

The rustle of fabric hitting the floor was shortly followed by splashes at the opposite end of the bath. The waves of his entry lapped against her neck.

"Can I get rid of this now?" She tried to adjust the fabric covering her face, but her hand recoiled involuntarily before she could remove it. "What... Have you brought your wand into the bath?!"

"I bring my wand everywhere," the distance in his voice suggested he hadn't ventured past the steps. Nevertheless, she counted it a victory that he had chosen to join her.

"You make quite a racket for someone aiming to keep a low profile," she said, alluding to the cacophony of splashes as he lathered his hair.

"You said it yourself: no one will be wandering the halls at two o'clock on Christmas morning."

"Oh, shit!" She jumped, colliding with a tap and further adding to her assortment of injuries. "Merry Christmas!"

"Mmm-hmm. You too."

"What have you asked Santa for this year?" she persisted, trying to coax some holiday cheer out of him.

"To be dragged into a catacomb and cursed, and yourself?"

"Santa's diligent tonight," she said, feeling a lightness in her heart when he chuckled. "Thank you for taking the curse, by the way. How bad was it?"

"Not quite as dire as the Cruciatus Curse, but still unpleasant. I know I'm not, but I keep feeling like I'm still under its influence."

"You're not, I assure you. I watched it drain from your eyes. Though, you can pretend you were still under when you kissed me if you want."

They floated silently for a few minutes before Ominis broke it.

"What happened with the acromantula? You had the ingenious idea to set its home on fire; what happened after that?"

"I can't... really remember." Nova entertained the possibility she might genuinely have a concussion. "It hit me before I could even grasp what was happening. Sebastian wrestled it off, but not before it slammed me into the ground... It burrowed into a crack at one point, I think?"

"So, picture me about a minute behind you. I heard shouting and some deafening crunches, then it fell silent."

Guilt churned in Nova's stomach. "You thought it had killed us."

"For a moment, yes, I did. I admit tonight has seen me make a few impulsive decisions, but I was genuinely shaken. I hope you can understand."

"That's why you kissed me; you were still reeling from my death?" Her cheeks inflated with stifled laughter. "When's Sebastian getting his?"

Her brain responded too slowly, and the splash stung as it smacked her squarely in the face.

"Ow! Don't do that. I'm broken."

"Use the dittany, you idiot," he scolded, though there was a hint of a smile.

Nova's toes groped along the bottom of the bath until they located the vial. She unhooked the latch with clumsy fingers and felt the warm oil spill across her hand. She slapped it onto the deep wound, prying her fingers under the blindfold to rub it in. The pain immediately subsided into a dull throb.

"Is there any more in that bag? I spilt it before I could get my legs."

"Legs?" he repeated, clearly unimpressed. "Sliced your face and your legs, likely gave you a concussion, and you still don't want to see the nurse?" She heard him grab the satchel from the side of the bath and rummage through it. A splash accompanied his warning of "incoming."

"Could you stop throwing them at me? I can't see shit."

"Welcome to the club."

"I'm a new member. I don't have seventeen years of echolocation experience."

His laugh got cut off as he ducked beneath the water, resurfacing a moment later, wiping water from his face. "Here."

Her fingers collided with his outstretched hand, and a rush of heat scurried through her at the connection.

"Thanks," she idly rolled the vial between her fingers without any immediate intention of applying its contents. "Don't tell the matron I spilt her dittany. That woman terrifies me."

"Don't tell her I stole it, and I won't mention the spillage."

"Deal."

"What happens in the prefect's bathroom stays in the prefect's bathroom, doesn't it?"

He'd established his boundaries, but that remark felt too much like an invitation.

Nova extended her hand, which met his chest with an almost immediate collision. A fingertip skimmed along her cheekbone, sweeping aside the damp locks clinging to her skin. The fabric of the blindfold was slid over her head before being tossed aside.

Though Ominis was mostly underwater, Nova stole a moment to appreciate him. Beauty marks were scattered over his moonlit shoulders, his untamed hair framing his pale eyes. He was beautiful.

His soft touches mapped every rise and fall of her features as if he were sculpting each detail into his mind.

"Your verdict?" she asked, barely above a whisper, afraid the slightest noise would startle him away like a deer.

"I don't have much basis for comparison," he replied, "but... pleasant." He stepped closer, pressing her against the cool tiles, their foreheads meeting in a soft clash.

"I'll take pleasant."

His sigh of surrender prickled against her skin as she slowly pressed her lips against his. He continued his exploration, weaving his fingers through the strands at the nape of her neck. His smile quirked against her mouth when he caught a knot, and the ensuing tug coaxed a soft moan from her.

"We should go," he whispered, planting a final kiss on her forehead before tearing away.

Nova's mind spun too wildly to track his movements with her eyes, fixating instead on the scattered cluster of bubbles where he had just withdrawn.

"Here."

She finally glanced up upon hearing his voice.

He had managed to pry open the prefects' lockers and helped himself to a black cloak, extending another toward her. He waited as she struggled to extract herself from the bath and cocooned her dripping body in the robe.

Any trace of emotion was concealed behind a mask of stoicism as he vanished their soiled clothes, drained the bath, and removed every other trace of their presence.

When they emerged from the Slytherin floo, the common room was empty. Presumably, Sebastian would hole up in the Undercroft to study for the foreseeable future.

"Would you like me to walk you to your dorm?" Ominis offered as he slowly backed towards his own.

"Uhm, I'll probably just..." Nova's eyes flitted towards the sofa, where their makeshift nest of pillows still awaited. "I'm alright, thank you."

"Well... Merry Christmas. Goodnight." With that, he bolted to his dormitory, leaving her abandoned in the dark.

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