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

The party was absolutely amazing, and as it went on, I'd definitely had too much to drink. the music was pounding, and I hadn't stopped dancing. I blamed the fact that I hadn't found Sebastian on my blurry vision, but still wondered why he hadn't come to find me yet.

I was still thinking about how we'd spent the afternoon together. He made me feel warm and comfortable, and I was even able to get some sleep with him around. I seriously didn't want to admit it, but I definitely had feelings for him. I think he might like me too. 

That was the scary part- not knowing if my feelings were requited. If I ever told him how I felt and he didn't feel the same, I don't know what I'd do. It might make it hard to be friends after that, and I wouldn't want to wreck what we already have. The thought of having feelings for him in general- it scared me.

"I'm going to take a seat," Imelda told me, heading away. Natty and Nerida had gone off somewhere, but Poppy was still with me. We were chatting with a group of sixth years from her house. I wasn't familiar with them, but it was definitely easier to communicate with others whilst I was under the influence. Any inhibitions I'd had before coming here, were completely washed away in this moment. This would definitely go down as one of my better birthdays. 

After a little bit, Ominis had come up to me, looking concerned. "Have you seen Sebastian?" he asked me.

"No, I haven't seen him for a while now," I replied.

"I haven't seen him, either. I wonder where he's gone off to now." With that, Ominis had turned around and began to ask others about where he was. He frequently bumped into others as he attempted to navigate the crowd, even with his wand in use. 

"I'm sure Sebastian would turn up. I don't think he would have left without telling you goodbye," said Poppy.

"You're right," I said. But I was still a bit worried. A little while later, Poppy dragged me back out onto the dance floor, eager to blow off more of her plentiful energy. I wasn't really focused on dancing in the moment, though. I did miss Sebastian a bit. I hope Ominis was able to find him. 

Sebastian didn't seem to be a party type, so he might've gone off to find some quiet for a bit. I convinced myself that was all it was. 

I left to the drink table to refill my cup. As I reached the table, someone grabbed me by the shoulder. "I've been looking for you," they told me. I recognized the voice and turned around. It was Sebastian.

"There you are!" I said. "Ominis has been looking for you, did you run into him?" I asked. I stumbled a bit, but he caught me. I fell into his chest, but he steadied me. 

"I did see him," he replied. "Had a bit to drink there, y/n?" he chuckled.

"I was just about to get a refill actually," I told him. 

"Well how about you come and dance with me first?"

"Okay," I said, setting my cup down. He led me out to the middle of the floor by my hand, clasping it tight as we weaved through the crowd. 

We danced for a few minutes before he stopped. I looked up at him, and he took both my hands into his. 

"I wanted to ask you something," he said, rather suddenly.

"Okay," I replied.

"And you have to be honest with me, y/n," he said, his voice low. 

"I'm always honest with you." Where was he going with this?

"I want to know what your true feelings are for me." 

I fell silent, and stopped swaying to the music. What was he saying? How am I supposed to answer that?

"You promised me honesty, y/n. So tell me," he pushed. "I want to know what it really is you feel towards me."

"I..." I trailed off. It was hard for me to pick the right words as I spoke. "I really like you Sebastian, and I think I always have," I stated. He only stared at me, giving me no response. I couldn't tell what emotions were behind his eyes. They looked flat, almost like there was nothing there at all. "I think I like you as more than a friend," I finally added. He looked away, considering what I'd said. 

Here is where I find out if I'd been misreading him all along. He was the one who asked, so I'd assume that means he feels the same way? What will you say to me, Sebastian?

"I was afraid of that," he suddenly said. My stomach dropped as he spoke. He let go of my hands. "I only liked you as a friend, y/n, nothing more. It's never been more than that. You can't go around getting the wrong ideas, okay?" 

he seemed so, so cold, like it didn't bother him to be saying it at all. Why was he saying this to me? It didn't make sense. 

I was already dizzy from the alcohol, but now, my head was swimming. I felt like I was underwater. He put his hands on my shoulders. "I don't think it's wise that we be friends anymore," he went on, shattering me even more. I didn't even know how I hadn't started to cry yet. I could feel tears edging inside me, rising like an ocean. I didn't want to cry in front of him, but if I started, I don't know that I'd be able to stop. "I don't want you to talk to me anymore," He added.

No.

This was not happening. This can't be real. I'm just drunk, so incredibly drunk, that my head is inventing things now. 

I wished that were the case, but I knew it was real. 

I watched him as he parted the crowd with his arms, walking away from me, leaving me in the middle of the room all by myself. 

I watched as he left the common room, ascending the stairs. 

I watched as he disappeared around the curve, not even sparing me a glance.