Three Heads Are Better Than Two {Sebastian Sallow + Ominis Gaunt}

Denial is Better Than Rejection

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☼SEBASTIAN☼

Sebastian Sallow was never the type of bloke to have a crush. He was not the type to pine, to sneak longing gazes, or scribble hearts in the margins of his notes. This is why he most certainly did not react in any such way when he met you. His breath didn't catch in his throat, his mouth didn't suddenly feel very dry, and his hands were not clammy, thank you very much. But there was something about you that intrigued him. Maybe it was your eyes or the way you smiled at him like he was the only one in the room, or perhaps it was the genuine curiosity in your voice when you asked him about his spellbook. Whatever it was, you were magnetic. He simply had to have you- As a friend, of course. Having the new fifth year as an ally would come in handy.

What began as an interest quickly grew into fondness. After the incident with the troll in Hogsmeade, he knew what he'd sensed about you before was power. He could use that. That power could even save Anne. But if he were telling the truth, which he rarely did, he would say it was never just about that. He liked you, honestly. You were more than a match for him in a duel and witty conversation. He felt... free when he was with you. In a way, he no longer could with Ominis. Ominis was his dearest friend and excellent comfort, but he reminded him of Anne. You were something fresh; you were something new.

One thing was sure: as much as he may like you, his feelings were entirely platonic. He didn't wait up for you in the common room whenever you went out to make sure you made it back. He didn't inhale your scent when he was lucky enough to hold you. He didn't lie awake at night tortured by his brain with every possible scenario in which you might disappear forever. He never thought about the one kiss you shared in the Undercroft, wondering why you'd pulled away when he was so sure you'd wanted him to.

No, Sebastian never did any of that nonsense. None of it at all. Sometimes he might pull your legs onto his lap when you sat together in the common room or rest his head on yours and let you brush your fingers through his hair. But it was entirely platonic. Sebastian just expressed his fondness through physical touch. Platonically. He may occasionally grab your hand in the halls if he saw another looking your way; or come up and hug you from behind with a threatening glare if he felt a conversation you were having was getting too friendly.

It wasn't that he fancied you. Of course, he didn't fancy you. But you were his best friend besides Ominis, and he was fiercely protective of his friends. It's only natural. The three of you were a perfect little unit on your own. You didn't need anyone else in the mix. None of them were good enough for you anyway. That was all. That's why he was so possessive—no other reason.

Usually, Sebastian was always able to scare everyone off. But, unfortunately, this was not the case with Garreth Weasley. Anything Sebastian said to try to intimidate him was always met with laughter. That damned Gryffindor just didn't take Sebastian seriously. This is why it angered him so much when Grace suggested you had a crush on Garreth. Of all the bloody people at Hogwarts...

Garreth was a red and gold thorn in his side. He hated Garreth with his stupid experiments and immature pranks. Mostly he hated him because he made you laugh. Ever since fifth year, you always chose to be Garreth's partner in Potions. Sebastian never understood it, for you always sat with him or Ominis in any other classes you shared. Besides that, Garreth plus a cauldron was always a recipe for disaster. One day when he pressed you about it, you'd finally admitted that you liked being his partner because he was funny.

Funny?

Idiotic was more like it... After Grace said you might have a crush on Garreth, Sebastian became even more fixated on the two of you. The following day after that conversation, he watched the two of you in Potions class. He noticed how Garreth would lean over to whisper something in your ear, and you would giggle. You would put your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep quiet, so Professor Sharp didn't hear. What was he saying to you?! The possibilities drove him mad. He was so distracted with glaring at the two of you that he hardly paid any attention to the task at hand.