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chapter thirteen

Clicking gears filled my ears once again. The sound has become quite comforting over the past year, but this time it didn't feel as comforting as it should. I've met with Sebastian numerous times, but I couldn't help but to feel anxious about this visit. I found myself pulling at the black skirt I was wearing, another skirt that was at the distruction of Nellie, shorter than it needed to be. I continued wearing the sweater from that day, the warm cozy feeling was hard to want to take off. The platform stopped, and the gate rose at a speed that felt slower than usual.

My eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight. Sebastian stood with his back away from me, wearing his new Quidditch sweater with gray tight slacks. His head turned to his right, looking at me from the corner of his eye. I could hear him closing a book and setting it down on the table near him. I made my enterance.

"Nice of you to join me this evening," Sebastian said with a smile as I made my way over to him.

"Well, the birthday boy should get what he wants."

"I'm eighteen now, Y/N. I'm a man now," he smirked, once again his eyes looking me up and down. I bit down on the lower lip at his sight, he didn't even try to act like he was admiring what was in front of him.

"A man?" I laughed, shaking my head.

"A man." he grinned before letting out a sigh. "Shall we started?"

I nodded silently as we made our way over to the couch. Flashbacks of being tangled around him were flowing through my brain just at the sight of it. We took seats on the opposite sides, yet sitting in a way where we were facing each other.

"Tell me what was the last thing you remembered."

"I remember feeling really hot.."

"Like you had a fever?"

"Y-yes."

He sighed out, nodding his head a single time. "Well, after that I found this book," he begins to say, reaching out to grab the book that was on the table behind him. I took the book into my hands.

"Isn't this a book about.. you know."

"That's not the point here, the point is this book has some answers about love enchants."

I nodded, signaling for him to continue what he had to say.

"Then I had turned around and saw you took off your robe," He said, looking like he started to get nervous about the words coming out of his mouth.

"I remember what I was wearing.."

"Okay, good." He chuckled, biting down on his lip.

"I tried to explain the enchant, that it causes temporary amnesia and extreme lust whenever overpowered. Then y-you."

"Then I?"

"Straddled me."

And there it is, the bad part. I sighed in frustation. My face became instantly flushed from the embrassment I had more myself.

"Sebastian, I'm so so-"

"Y/N.. there's more."

I threw my hands on my face, sighing yet again, "Continue," I mumbled under my breath.

"You demanded for me to kiss you.."

All of my blood rested in my cheeks. At this point, I feel like I've done less embarrassing things while drunk. This possibly couldn't get any worse.

"It stopped there," A sense of relief flew through me. "You asked me to stay the night with you, so you couldn't get yourself into any trouble."

"Thank you, Sebastian. I'm sorry you had to deal with me like that."

"I was one of the safest hands you could have landed in," He laughed, giving me a smile. In a way, his smile insured me that everything was okay. No hard feelings.

"So when you said I straddled you.. what exactly is that?" I questioned, purely out of curiousity. I wasn't very experienced in sexual relations, or truly anything outside of platonic relations at the matter. Sure, I had a crush on Sebastian last year, but I never acted on my feelings. I didn't know how. Everything I knew so far where from romance novels I found in Professors Weasley's home during the summer.

"Y-You know.. straddling.." He nervously chuckled, looking like he was lost for words when asked. I could see his face blushing, probably thinking back to that night. "It's when you sit on someone's lap.. you know."

"That seems harmless then."

"It's not, like at all. It's honestly oddly attractive." He looked embarrassed at his comment. His face was starting to look more red than mine was minutes ago.

"How can sitting on someone's lap be attractive?"

"Well, it's the way you sit on their lap," Sebastian looked over at me, biting down on his lower lip. "It's a situation that better demostrated than explained."

A knot grew in my lower stomach. I started to feel.. intrigued.

"Can you.." I began to question, trying to force out the last word, but it just wouldn't come out my mouth.

"Uhm.. yeah, s-sure." The man studdered out. I watched as he slowly scooted to the middle of the couch, turning to lay his back against it. He offered his hand to me, I accepted gently as he helped me making my way onto his lap, straddling him.

The feeling was comfortable in the oddest way. I felt like I fitted perfectly in his lap. My skirt protected the sight on my underwear in the front, but I could feel the cold air brush against my bum. I knew I looked flustered, but Sebastian, he looked worse. I looked down at him, into his eyes that appeared to look darker than his usual light hazel eyes.

"I-I'm sorry," I choked out a giggle from embarrassment.

"Please don't be."

My lips come apart. A warm sensation filled my lower region. Sebastian's voice suddenly became the most attractive thing about him. We continued to just look into each other's eyes in pure silence. Neither want of us looked like we intended on moving away from this position we were in.

"Do you remember what you said about the birthday boy should get what he wants?" He questioned, looking quite hesistent. The once warm sensation started to become hot.

"Of course.."

"Can I have a kiss?"

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spicy content ahead ;)

- ella