New Semester

Sebastian froze as Trilby called his name and stood in his path, barring his exit. Looking up into her face, he saw that she was smiling and he couldn't help but do so himself. When she kissed him back, Sebastian couldn't help but feel as if he were right where he should be. Even though it felt like it lasted forever, in truth the kiss they shared only lasted a few seconds. Sebastian knew that her words would stay with him forever though.

He looked at her shyly, seeing that her face was flushed from what she had just said. He was thrilled to hear that her feelings for him was every bit as present as his feelings for her had been. He placed his hands at her waist. "I'm not sorry either...that...that's been a long time coming, I think" he said slowly. He looked out of the window and noticed that the snow had stopped. Turning back to Trilby, Sebastian asked, "So what do we do now?" Sebastian knew that whatever they decided, he would always remember this moment in the greenhouse. This had to be better than anything he would have learned during an Herbology lesson.
 
With her hands still on his shoulders and now his on her waist, Trilby felt as if she were floating on cloud nine and was only being held in place by his hands. She could not help smiling at him, he was handsome and funny, intelligent and her best friend. It was remarkable how people came into someone's life when they most needed them, looking into his green eyes she knew she was grateful for fate throwing them together.

"Well we could stay here a bit longer and marvel at how accurate your grandmother was" she smiled at him, referring to his earlier comment about his grandmother not believing they were just friends, "or we could try venturing back to the school in that. Personally I think using some of the work robes to sit on and conjuring some floating blue bell flames to warm us is good enough for me. I feel as if there is so much about you that I don't know about yet and I want to start ... getting to know all there is to know about you."

As she spoke her right hand trailed up to his face, her fingers gently caressing the area from temple to cheek before she lay her palm against his cheek. Would he be terribly upset if she kissed him again? Trilby felt so unsure around him which was a new feeling completely for her.
"What did you want to do?" she asked, realizing that he had probably meant his question in reference to the two of them as either friends or a couple but hoping the answer she had given him was sufficient to clarify what she wanted.
 
Sebastian groaned as she reminded him of what his grandmother had said. He couldn't believe how perceptive that woman was, and knew she would marvel over it too when she found out. He listened to her response, realizing that she had either misunderstood his question or was ignoring it for the moment. He was definitely for staying around a bit more though. So far, it didn't seem that anyone knew they were in the greenhouse, and considering that the snow had only begun to trail off, it would be a while before anyone made an attempt to come this far from the castle.

He closed his eyes as she caressed his face, enjoying the feeling of it and feeling the urge to kiss her again. He didn't though, still hesitant to cross that line. Opening his eyes at her question, Sebastian shrugged his shoulders. "I'm in no rush to get back" he said softly, realizing that for the first time in a long time, he was really and truly happy. He couldn't help but be thankful that Anne, his guardian, had found that letter which resulted in his coming to France even though he had left everything behind when he left.

Pulling out his wand, Sebastian moved slightly away from Trilby and summoned two work robes. Placing them on the ground, he sank onto one, his back resting against the desk. He looked up at his best friend and patted the robe beside him. Smiling, Sebastian asked, "So, what do you want to know?"
 
Delighted that he was in no rush like herself she stepped away from him as he began summoning the work robes for them to sit on. With her own wand she conjured some beautiful blue bell flames and had then in a circle above where Sebastian chose to sit down. Walking over to the space he patted she sat down beside him, taking his hand once more in her own. It felt so perfect there, so right. Trilby hoped that she wasn't making more of this that there was. She had believed once before that she might have found someone to care for but that had just not been the case at all. Had simply not meant to be but now in her best friend she found someone she could genuinely trust and believe in and she loved that.

"What is the worse incident you have ever had in a potions class?" Trilby chuckled knowing he certainly wasn't expecting something like that but she had been serious when she had said everything. Twisting her body around so she was facing him but still holding his hand, Trilby watched the light from the flames dance across his face. Was it wrong for her to think he was beautiful, not just handsome but simply beautiful?
 
Sebastian looked down at their hands as Trilby sat down and joined him, linking her hand with his own. A small smile appeared on his face, and he looked up curiously at her question. He had been expecting something far more serious.

With a chuckle of his own, Sebastian immediately thought of an incident that had occurred when he first started school. "Well...I didn't know anything about magic when I started school because my mom was a muggle. I walked into potions class for the first time with a couple of the other students and the professor wasn't there yet." He tickled the palm of her hand with his finger as he continued, "So this one guy in the class dared me to take a sip of this potion that was brewing...it was all blue and bubbling, and...um...I did." He looked up at Trilby, wondering what she would think of his stupidity. Now, he realized how stupid it had been to drink an unknown potion, but at the time, it had seemed fun. "And, next thing I knew...I was in the hospital wing, so I never even got to go to my first potions lesson."

Grinning mischievously, Sebastian maneuvered his hand so that their fingers were linked together and their palms were touching. "My turn...have you ever been in trouble, Trilby? Like detention trouble...or worse?" he asked, curious to know. He had been in trouble more times than he could count, but there was something so good about Trilby that it was hard for him to believe she could do anything bad.
 
Trilby listened carefully to every word he said, at times she became slightly distracted by the movement of his finger across her palm but was loathe to have him stop. The gentle touch was sending the most equisite tremors through her, she looked at him a smile on her face as well as in her eyes.
"What did it do to you?" she asked all shocked and surprised that her best friend would do something so ... well, so stupid for lack of another word. Trilby had always been the font of right, goodness and modest behavior. She prided herself on her common sense as well as her intelligence. She was far from perfect but everyday she strived harder and harder to reach an state close to it. Never happy with herself or her achievements she was often told even by the professors that she needed to slow down, take things easily, not to take life so seriously and not to push herself so hard. She did not know where this inane drive originated from, perhaps the absence of her mother in her life and the neglect from a father who missed the woman he worshipped.

Sebastian's question threw her completely, her eyes widened. Trilby had never been in trouble in her life. Had ... and then she stopped. The Borely Mansion, it was not school related but she had gotten into trouble there. Probably not the type of trouble that Sebastian meant though.
"I was in ... trouble once but not for misbehaving. It was more... a life and death sort of trouble. My life was in trouble" she glanced down at their hands now seeming a mesh of fingers intertwining like a patchwork quilt.

"I went some place that was very dangerous. Do you believe in ghosts Sebastian? Spirits capable of reeking havoc on the living? Well I believed in the ghosts I could see about me here but I never believed that there were malevolent spirits. I guess I should have known better. My father told me a story in relation to my mother. I had always thought she was.. dead" she kept her gaze averted from his. This story was too personal and too difficult to tell. Suddenly she was too close to him, too trapped and could not breath the sheer memory of what had happened there that day was almost too much. She had not told a living soul about it, only herself , Carlisle and the spirit who had called himself Hunapo. Releasing his hand she stood up and walked to the window, leaning her head on the cold glass hoping that this would cool the intensity of the memories flooding her.
 
Sebastian shrugged easily. He had never fully known what the potion had done to him and he had never bothered to find out. The most important thing to come from that event was a healthy appreciation for the power of magic and more importantly potions, which he likely would have developed anyway since potions was his favorite class.

He watched amused as Trilby's eyes widened at his question. It was interesting that they were able to get on so well. He was a daredevil, clearly more interested in the experiences and not so focused on the consequences of those experiences while Trilby was a good girl through and through. They were opposites in so many ways, yet they seemed to get along great, bringing out the best in each other.

When she explained that her experience had been a life and death one, Sebastian's eyebrows knit together in concern. Her questions were equally captivating to the sixteen year old and he didn't know how to answer her. He had never thought about the existence of spirits before. Thought? he questioned wondering how she could think her own mother was dead but not know. He still couldn't see how the two things were related. "Did the spirit hurt you?" he asked with concern etched in every word.

As Trilby got up and walked away, Sebastian felt an urge to get up and follow her and comfort her in some way, but he didn't know how. Death or the thought of it was something he had never been good at dealing with. Instead, he looked down toward the ground and fingered a piece of the robe he was sitting on and was lost in his own thoughts for a second. Thinking about the own mother he had lost when he was nine, Sebastian asked softly, "So, she's not...dead?" He wondered where she was because it was apparant she was not with Trilby. He had only ever heard her speak about a father. "My mother died when I was nine" he revealed, "I sure wish her spirit was still around...I know she would've helped me when I lived with Anne." His eyes revealed a sadness he had not felt in years and he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, not wanting Trilby to see.
 
Trilby turned to look at Sebastian as he spoke for the first time about his mother. Her eyes were deep brown pools of sadness, she was sorry she had taken them both down this route. Something that had started as a lovely moment was fast becoming morbid. At least now they would know more about each other for sure.

She didn't know if apologizing to him as a means of consolation was any good or if it really was the right thing to do. She had never understood that sentiment, some one apologizing when a death was mentioned. It wasn't as if that person had killed the deceased or anything, so what had they to be sorry about. Instead she listened to him and when he had finished went and sat down beside him again. Taking his hand in her own and interlocking their fingers once more.

"My mothers family once lived in New Zealand. If I tell you this story I have to tell you it from the very beginning" she said now in her detached matter of fact way, as this was the only way she seemed to be able to cope with it, "as the family grew they decided to move home and found a really cheap one that was big and had lots of land attached. At first everything was fine and then over time, the cattle started dying. Eventually one by one members of her family were being killed off. Her brother went insane and was locked up and my mother the only other survivor fled for her life. She was 17 I think."

Trilby took a deep cleansing breath to straighten it all out in her mind.
"She moved to France, met my father and they married. They had me. When I was four she got word that her brother had died. She had been in denial up until then, had blocked out everything. Shock trauma or something, but his death brought it all back and she went ... mad. She had to be incarcerated for her own good and .. mine. My father never mentioned her, ever after that so I always presumed as time went by that she had died. Then for some mad reason my father told me before I started school this year about everything. During one of the school breaks I went there. To see this house...."
her voice faltered, "I met up strangely enough with a boy who used to terrorize and bully me as a child and he came with me to look around it. The spirit that resided there picked me up like a rag doll and began flinging me against a wall, time and again. It was terrifying. I really didn't think we'd get out alive. It started cutting teeth marks into my skin but I.. I know I passed out at some point and when I did come too we were outside again and my cuts and bruises were all healing right before our eyes".

She looked at him realizing only when she had finished that he would probably think she was as mad as her mother.
 
Sebastian opened his eyes when he felt Trilby rejoin him and take his hand again. He was glad she didn't say anything about his mother's death. Sebastian had grown tired of hearing people say sorry for something they had nothing to do with.

He took a deep breath to steady himself and turned his attention to Trilby who was beginning to speak about her mother and what had happened to her family. It was all terribly sad. He listened in silence as Trilby shared with him that her mother had gone insane. He wondered why her father had spent so long keeping the secret of her mother's commitment in an asylum secret for so long.

Watching her face, Sebastian noticed that there was a visible change in her expression as she began to speak about her experience in some house. He let out a low whistle, his eyes wide as he heard that the spirit within the house had picked her up and flung her around. When she said that it had bit her as well, Sebastian's hand tensed as did his body. It took him a moment to realize that he was squeezing Trilby's hand and he released his grip.

The idea that her marks had disappeared as soon as she had managed to leave the house bewildered Sebastian. He sat in silence for a moment, his hand linked with Trilby's, taking in all that he had just heard. He felt painfully inadequate because he didn't know what to say. With his thumb, Sebastian gently caressed Trilby's cheek. "You don't plan on going back to that house...do you?" he asked, hoping that she wouldn't. Whatever was in that house sounded extremely dangerous and demented and he didn't want to see Trilby hurt. "So that thing's been around since...since your mother lived there?" he wondered aloud, slightly confused. Is that what killed of the family and the cattle? he thought to himself.
 
Trilby found her hand being squeezed tighter as she recounted her story, as if Sebastian was in some way in anguish over what had happened. His very words after concurred this thought and she sighed reaching up and trailing a finger gently down his cheek.
"I have no intention of ever going back there" she told him truthfully as her thumb glided gently across his mouth, she did not want to talk anymore about what had happened. Did not want to even think about it so moving her thumb very slowly away from his mouth moved closer and gently placed her lips there instead.

The kiss was gentle at first but she did not know if it were the awful emotions that were renewed from the telling of that story or not, but soon her mouth was igniting flames over his. Her hands cradled the sides of his face as she moved from her sitting position to kneel instead infront of him. Her position now simply meant she was over him by a few inches. Her mouth tasted him greedily, delighting in the union their mouths made. She broke from the kiss to look at him, her eyes dazed and her mouth swollen from the moment. She could not speak, her breathing coming in rapid motions. Wanting simply to kiss him again and again and again Trilby knew she had at least better wait for him to instigate at least one.
 
Sebastian was glad when Trilby assured him she wouldn't go back there. He closed his eyes as she slid first her finger and then her lips against his own. He felt the intensity of her kisses and returned them with an intensity of his own. When she broke the kiss, Sebastian took a deep breath and saw that her breathing was heavy too. He gazed at her, his best friend and the best thing about Beauxbatons, wondering why she had pulled away.

"Don't stop" he said in a whisper as he leaned forward and bridged the gap between them again, kissing her full on the lips. He could feel the heat between them spreading and Sebastian knew that he was reaching a point of no return as he continued kissing her. A moan escaped his lips as one of his hands reached behind her neck and the other stayed on the ground, bracing himself. He hoped Trilby would stop them before they did anything too stupid because he didn't think he'd be able to.
 
His words were like a balm to her soul, his mouth claiming hers again filled her with so much pleasure she thought she would explode from it. Don't stop he had said, how could she? When this felt so unbelievably perfect, her body seemed to move now of its own accord as she moved closer now straddling him, so that she was now sitting on his lap. Her mouth tasted of oranges, fresh and delectable. It was almost as if she discovered she knew how to do this without ever needing any practice perhaps the right person was all that was required. His hand behind her head, a gentle moan from his lips as her tongue found his. Her body seemed to be craving him, wanting to be closer and closer but she did not know how to be any more so than this. Her hands traveled from his face down to his shoulders, the urge to explore him seemed impossibly strong. Was this normal? Was it right? she had nothing to go on but the beautiful feeling inside her that he was igniting.
 
Sebastian felt as if they were one as they continued to kiss. He had never felt so close to anyone in his life as he felt with Trilby at this moment. He lay back slowly, bringing Trilby down with him until she was laying on top of him. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as their kisses increased in intensity.

Sebastian had no clue what to do next other than what he had heard from other guys in his dorm room. The guys in the dorm sure spoke a lot about what they had done with girls and Sebastian knew that nothing they had said could have prepared him for what he was currently feeling. They had spoken so easily about it as if the girls they had been with hadn't mattered, so Sebastian knew this was different. Trilby mattered. Perhaps that was explaining what he was feeling. It was like he was on fire, a fire that left him wanting to up the heat which was what Trilby was doing with every move she made.

Turning over so that he was on top of her, Sebastian slid his hand down to the hem of her shirt. He slowly began pulling it up and then stopped, pulling away so that his face hovered inches over hers. He was breathing very heavily, but knew he had to get the words out. His brain was having trouble complying though, especially as he gazed down on her face. "Tril...do you...do you want to do this?" he asked in a hoarse voice and then waited, frozen in place. He wanted to...badly, but he would never force Trilby to do something she wasn't ready for.
 
As they kissed their bodies seemed to gravitate downwards yet there was no reason for her to panic. She felt completely at ease, completely besotted. Sebastian was kissing her as if nothing else mattered and right at that moment nothing did. Just the two of them inside a warm greenhouse heated now even more so by the slow burning passion of two teenagers. Sebastian managed to roll them so that he was lying on top of her, it felt so different to have the pressure of his body on her. Different but nice, his hand touched her shirt sliding slowly down it and suddenly she could feel herself nearly on fire from that slightest touch. It felt at first as if he were going to move it upwards, exposing her skin to the cold air and his warm hand but he stopped. Broke their kiss and pushed himself up from her to look at her steadily.

Their breathing seemed to be coming in slight gasps now, it was only then that she realized that her legs were almost curled up on either side of him. Part of her thighs revealed where her skirt had hiked up. He was being a gentleman, asking her if she wanted to go further, if she really wanted to do this. A gentle hand caressed his cheek as she pushed herself up slowly, her hand moving to clasp the back of his head as her lips found his once more. So gentle her movements, so tender it was almost painful. Slowly she broke her mouth away from his and looked steadily into his beautiful eyes.
"Oui... I want this. I want this with you Sebastian" very slowly she lowered herself down again, the hand behind his head guiding him with her.
 
Sebastian allowed himself to be guided down by Trilby's hand. Content with Trilby's consent in both English and French, Sebastian kissed her with a fervor he hadn't known before. What he had thought before was a lie. This was the closest he had ever felt to Trilby, and he was glad that their trust was shared. Putting all other thoughts aside, Sebastian concentrated on what he was feeling, which was pretty much all his brain could handle at the moment anyway. His insides were on fire, and Trilby's touch was making him feel as if he were about to spontaneously combust.
Later... ;)


Sebastian lay beside Trilby staring up at the greenhouse ceiling, his breathing finally beginning to slow to a more normal pace. The greenhouse ceiling was covered in snow, but inside it was hot. Sebastian could only utter one word "Wow." He turned his head so that he was face to face with Trilby's, wondering if her expression would mirror his. A multitude of emotions were flooding through him and showing on his face- relief that he hadn't made a fool of himself, happiness that it was Trilby, his best friend, who he had shared this moment with and stunned disbelief at what they had just done. A silly grin spread across his face as he gazed at her and reached out a hand to caress her cheek.
 
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