After All This Time// Sebastian Sallow x Reader Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction

Sebastian's POV//

Herbology class was absolute hell. She was so smart, commanding the group in the way she did. I swear, that girl could outdo anyone at anything she set her mind to. She's always had a knack for herbology. All I wanted to do was give her my congratulations whenever she got something right, or even address her like I could the others. But I just couldn't. 

After class, I got out as fast as I could and headed for the Undercroft. No one was there when I got there, as per usual. I know I needed to be studying, or doing something worth my time, but I just couldn't get y/n out of my head at the moment. After a while of pacing and practicing a few destructive spells, Ominis headed into the Undercroft as well. 

"Sebastian?" he queried.

"Yes, it's me," I replied. He entered the room and leaned against one of the pillars. 

"What has you so worked up today? I noticed you left herbology in a hurry." He was always one to notice when I wasn't feeling my best. 

"It's nothing," I grunted, while blasting another confringo spell at a set of barrels against the wall. They lit up in a blaze, and I put the fire out with glacius before it got too out of hand.

"I can absolutely say it's not 'nothing'," he told me. "You're my best friend. I have a mind to know when something's bothering you, and, you're in the process of setting the whole of the Undercroft ablaze. What's bothering you?" 

"Like I said, nothing!" I was beginning to get defensive, not wanting to spill my secret. 

I had been harboring feelings for a certain someone.

Even after everything I'd done to her, I still had feelings. It felt wrong of me. 

"It's y/n, isn't it?" he asked. I remained silent. 

"Your silence is always answer enough," Ominis told me. 

We then got into a bit of an argument about her. He thought that she still wanted to be my friend. Even after everything. After how I used her. I told him that she most likely hated me, but he didn't seem to believe that. 

Maybe he was right though, maybe I did just need to talk to her. I could always send her an owl and ask her to meet up. But would that be too sudden? I hadn't hardly said a word to her since our fifth year. I can imagine she's not too thrilled about that.

I kept every owl she ever sent me, though. 

I even brought them here to school with me. Even though I was never brave enough to reply to her, I kept them and cherished them. I could see that she also knew there were things we needed to talk about. But part of me always wondered about her intentions.

If she did ever have a crush on me, I could see why she did all those things for me. If she didn't have one on me anymore, she might feel differently about it all. 

Every letter was dripping with heartache and emotion, though I can tell she meant well and tried to just check in on me and seem her usual happy self.

No one is okay after going through what we did that year. Yet in her letters, it seemed as if nothing had happened at all. It sort of scared me, wondering if she expected me to act like nothing had happened as well.

I didn't want to burden her with everything that was twisting inside me right now. I couldn't do that to her. If she still held me in the same regards as she did in our fifth year, I know she'd still do anything for me. But it was a dangerous, slippery slope. I didn't want her getting caught up in the mess I've become.