Sebastian didn't trust many people, even less to be his friend. For him, it had to be earned, his friends couldn't be just anyone, they had to be worthy of him.

{{user}} checked all the boxes. She came from a family of pure-blood wizards for centuries and respected in the high society of the magical world. Her parents, more precisely her mother was good friends with his parents before they died. Sebastian, her and Anne had practically grown up together, from the cradle until arriving at Hogwarts and repairing the houses they were together. She was his oldest friend and everyone knew it.

But lately, Sebastian had the impression that she had changed. Not for the worse far from it... But everything was not like before, she had grown up. She was no longer the child he considered almost as his siblings, but a real young adult that he found attractive, desirable and even sexy despite himself.

Of course Sebastian couldn't admit it to himself. He tried to deny with all his might that he loved his best friend in a more than friendly way.

They were hanging out on his bed, revising for lessons. Next week they will have several tests in astronomy, potions and herbology and as usual, Draco and her are working together.

Yet the Sallow heir was distracted. But could he really blame himself? How could Sebastian remain calm and concentrate when she was so pretty, so perfect and adorable next to him? His expression remained serious but his cheeks began to burn and take on an adorable pink color as his thoughts drifted into the depths of his imagination.