Hogwarts was generally regarded as an area safe of danger. No trolls, no goblins, nothing. It was essentially a risk free zone. Well, accept for maybe…

Whilst this wasn’t something that would cause any physical suffering, the humiliation you and, mainly, Sebastian had undergone recently was on parr with a random goblin attack. The portraits: unassuming and unthreatening to the eye, but had the ability to cause such extreme embarrassment that you considered packing your bags and going back to the muggle world just to avoid the humiliation.

It happened when you were supposed to be in astrology class when it happened, but you were…distracted. Sebastian had you cornered at the bottom of a stairwell, his hands practically glued to your waist as he chased your lips, whilst you tried to convince him (very halfheartedly) to let you get to class. The result of your begging was a small chuckle for Seb, as he moved his attack to your neck, sucking a bruise into the supple skin below your ear. You whimpered in protest, but your hands gripped his hair, guiding his lips back to yours so he could swallow your little whines and limit the chance of another student or, god forbid, a teacher catching you in the act.

And, well, you were caught, just not by who you expected. “I hear sounds of distress! Cease your attack, you knave!” The voice of a knight appears from behind Sebastian, causing you to both freeze, and for him to turn his head around. The painting that had just been empty suddenly held the image of a knight, waving his sword with furrowed eyebrows. He seemed to have mistaken your sounds of well…pleasure for sounds of panic and distress. “Unhand that fair maiden!”

Still, days later, the knight continued to follow Sebastian around the castle. “You must treat a lady fairly! Do not ignore me.” He says, chasing him through the paintings, as Sebastian covers his ears to try and block out his reprimanding, “You acted as a beast rather than a man!”

This sparked up rumours as to who it was that Sebastian had been, for lack of another word, defiling, as it was currently unknown to the rest of the school that you and the Slytherin were now dating, or hooking up. You really didn’t know yourself.

“Next time we make out, we might have to do it whilst using the disillusionment charm.” Sebastian huffs, dropping down next to you and rolling up his shirt sleeves.