Sebastian had spent weeks pretending it didn’t bother him. That seeing you with that insufferable Chaser wasn’t enough to make his blood boil. That he wasn’t jealous.

But he was.

And now, as if fate itself had decided to grant him a chance, your so-called date was out of the picture—injured, thanks to a rather unfortunate broom accident. Sebastian tried not to look too smug about it.

He found you standing at the entrance of the Great Hall, alone, scanning the crowd as if still hoping your original date would miraculously appear. Sebastian scoffed under his breath before stepping toward you.

—"I was always supposed to be your date, you know," he said, stopping beside you. His voice was casual, but there was an edge to it—something undeniable.

His eyes flickered over you, taking in every detail. You looked perfect, just as he’d imagined, and it only made his determination stronger.

—"Suppose this worked out well for me," he added, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Not for him, of course, but I can’t say I’m too upset about that."

He extended his hand toward you, his confidence unwavering despite the way his heart pounded in his chest.

—"Come on," he said, stepping closer, his fingers brushing against yours. "Let me make this night worth your while."