Obsession || Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Chapter 10

POV Sebastian

Tuxedo - check, shirt - check, tailcoat - check, shiny shoes - check...

Loved woman - no check.

Penelope doesn't talk to me. She moved her detention to Professor Weasley's, she ignores me in class, she doesn't come to the Undercroft, and she is hanging out with Garreth. Ever since the moment I saw them at the Great Hall I've been wanting to kill him for smiling at her, for touching her, for...for everything he does.

And all that is because of Imelda.

Not that blackmails me or anything, but the common sense forbids me from calling off "my" invitation since she has already told everyone about it.

The evening that was supposed to be the best one in my life turned into the worst by the simple game of truth or dare.

Imelda is waiting for me in the common room. She wears a plain emerald dress with some ruffles, nothing out of ordinary in my opinion.

"You know, usually the man waits for his lady, not otherwise."

"Oh, shut up." I answer while we walk to the Great Hall.

"So, you don't like my company, do you?"

"I did like your company until you tricked me into going with you, resulting in...never mind. Resulting in something I certainly didn't wish to happen."

"We had a deal. And we still do."

"Alright, listen, Imelda." I say just before we enter the ballroom, "I don't want to be here with you, I hate you for your deed, but I will not ruin the event. We will dance, we will eat, we will stand together, but only because I don't want to embarrass you. Don't think that I'm going to enjoy that time."

She looks at me and...smirks?

"As you say. Shall we?"

The Great Hall has been significantly renovated. Tables have been moved to the corners, creating some space for a fourchette. The ceiling is decorated with blue, pink, and green ribbons, moving from the blows of the conjured breeze, which comes from numerous roses and lilies on the columns. The space looks like a fairytale, especially with pairs, already swirling around to the music.

No sign of her though.

Imelda runs off somewhere, leaving me to be looked at with oblique glances. The Great Hall is filled with chatter, melodies and laughs, but suddenly it all stops, except for the music, of course.

Penelope and Garreth are here.

She floats into the room and immediately draws all the attention to herself. Of course - her look is marvelous. The dress is the most beautiful in the room, her coiffure makes her hair look like liquid sunlight and...I can't stop looking at her. It is simply impossible.

I would sell my soul to make it all mine.

When did I become so possessive?

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POV Penelope

I've noticed Sebastian's look when we entered. He looks impressed, and I must say I'm not surprised - that is exactly what I was going for.

"Everyone is looking at us." I whisper.

"No, they are looking at you." Garreth answers, "I bet each and every girl is nothing but jealous of your dress and that thing you've done with your hair."

He is an excellent dance partner. We've been practicing for a week and my dancing skills went from zero, to decent, to say at least. Garreth taught me everything - how to put my feet, where to put my arms, how to avoid nausea after swirling.