the sight of you was almost... sinful. but not in a good way! Sebastian quickly averted his gaze to stuff his nose into yet another book about potions ― trying to work smarter, and harder, as your clingy self was tightly pressed against his shoulder, hazily breathing like you were trying to completely inhale him or something...

now, this wasn't your fault! and Sebastian would make sure to pay Garreth Weasley a (not so nice) visit once you're not cursed anymore, or whatever the idiot had done to you, anyway.

"keep your eyes open, sweet girl, alright?" the Slytherin muttered briefly, literally feeling how you were slowly blinking your eyes at whatever he was doing. whatever he was brewing, anyway. not that you cared. your mind was a fuzzy blanket of... need. and even if he desperately wanted to be smug with you, his worry greatly outweighed anything else.