In the year 1900, Penelope Silverthorn returns to Hogwarts after eight years of leaving only to find herself struggling with everything she left behind, including Sebastian Sallow, who is betrothed to another.
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Chapter 49: Ho-Ho-Ho(rrific) Christmas
"We'll be a fine line. We'll be alright." Harry Styles
"Right there,"
"Yeah?"
"Y-Yes,"
Penelope's eyes fluttered shut, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her small hands gripped the edges of the bathtub for support as she took a breath.
"Like this?"
The whisper vibrated in her ear like a musical sound. Though they were the only people inside the space, keeping their mouths subtle was natural - and more attractive.
"Hmh, more," Penelope hissed.
"Harder?" Sebastian asked.
Penelope couldn't give herself a proper answer to the question. She embarrassingly let out a cracked whimper from the delicate hard touch and parted her lips.
Sebastian's wet hands released pressure from the skin and soon trained his long fingers along Penelope's shoulders, nibbling in her ear and whispering.
"You know," Sebastian's voice was a low murmur as he continued working his fingers over her skin, his hands moving with a skilled touch. "If you keep reacting this way to a massage, my fingers won't be the only pressure on your body, Pen."
Penelope let out a soft chuckle, her body responding to his touch with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. She couldn't hide the effect his words had on her, nor could she silence the eager response her body seemed to crave.
They were tired. The day consisted of being in New York's cold and snow. They were supposed to be exhausted.
Penelope turned her back from Sebastian, crawling back into the opposite side of the tub and resting herself across from him. Her body sank slowly with only her head out.
And there he was.
Sebastian Sallow reclined in the tub. He sat there with his wet brown hairs hanging over his forehead; water droplets trickling down the freckles of his nose that trailed his upper lip into his mouth.
His eyes were closed, hiding the faint shadows under them. He clearly had an exhausting journey the last week, the fatigue that had plagued him - but right now, he was relaxed.
And tiredly handsome.
Fuck. Penelope thought to herself. Even after spending so much amount of time with him, it was still a satisfying feeling to admire such a person. An attractive one.
At that moment, Sebastian opened one eye, like a wink, and caught Penelope's stare.
Penelope flushed and bent her knees toward herself in the water as she tried to hide her mesmerization from him.
