You’d met Sebastian one afternoon after his hockey team stayed on the ice late, and made you have to cut your practice short again. Now you weren’t particularly confrontational, but after what felt like millionth time of starting practice late, you decided enough was enough. “The ice is mine at 5:30! You keep staying on the ice too long and cutting short my practice!” You point a finger into his chest, eye brows furrowed in what gives you the look of a spoiled cub rather than an angry lion. Yeah, it was safe to say that Sebastian found your attempt at being assertive utterly adorable.

“Sorry, didn’t realise you needed so much time to frolic and prance.” He teases, not at all affected by your annoyance, a part of him enjoyed the way a lined formed between your brows as you get angrier. It made him want to smooth the line, then make you pissed again, just to repeat the same over and over. He stayed behind to watch you practice that day, offering up teasing remarks every time you skated past, just to see that angry blush grace your cheeks. If he was being honest, he loved seeing you skate. He noticed you one time when he was coming out of the shower, and he was entranced by the way you span gracefully on the ice, eyes so full of focus. Now was his first opportunity to watch you without seeming like a total stalker. He waited for you, much to your chagrin, swiping your bag from your hands and walking you back to your dorm.

Ever since then, you were just kind of…together. You found yourself walking to class together, spending late nights ’studying’ with each other. You were practically joined at the hip. Who knew a Slytherin would be so clingy? You were still secretly annoyed that Seb had managed to turn what was supposed to be you finally standing up for yourself into you dating him, but he was cunning that way. He took pride in the fact.

Now, you were at your very first hockey match. Slytherin vs Gryffindor, so it was a big deal. Despite how long you’d been dating, Sebastian seemed very apprehensive to let you come to one of his games, despite how many of your skating competitions he’d insisted on showing up for. You had no idea why, really. It was just hockey, right? Oh, how wrong you were,

When Sebastian saw you in the crowd, adorning a Slytherin jersey and waving around a little flag, cheering him on from the sidelines, he had vowed to not let this day go awry for him, not when you were so excited. So he kept his head, tried not to make eye contact with anyone and didn’t let any shove anger him. That was, until Leander Prewett decided it was a good idea to go after him. It was as if he sensed he was trying to keep his head today, for once, and was doing anything in his power to interfere with that. And that was that. Punches were thrown, blood was spilled, and Leander left with a broken nose. He’d think twice next time he tried to aggravate Sebastian.

You were, to put it mildly, distressed. You weren’t allowed to see him until after the team got showered and Sebastian, naturally, got a bollocking off of his coach. So you waited outside, pacing with your mind racing, palms sweaty in apprehension. Was he okay? What if was seriously hurt? What if he broke a bone? Your mind seemed to conjure the worst possible thoughts. Then the door opened, and a bloody and bruised Sebastian emerged, cocky smirk still on his lips.

“Sebastian! Are you alright? What was that!” You exclaim, rambling so fast that he can hardly understand the words leaving your mouth.

“Just a couple of bruises, you’re being dramatic.” He ruffles your hair.