Lying in my bed, I gazed at the ceiling while the sounds of my fellow Hufflepuffs preparing for the day filled the air. Sleep eluded me throughout the night, as the events that unfolded in the library continued to replay in my mind. Caught in the clutches of Ominis Gaunt, and by none other than Garreth Weasley, the most boisterous Gryffindor in Hogwarts' history. The mere idea of him witnessing me in such a vulnerable state is enough to make me crumble. I can't fathom the rumors that would spread if the entire castle found out. With great reluctance, I managed to peel myself out of bed after everyone had vacated the room. With a quick flick of my wand, I gracefully cast the Multicorfors Spell, transforming my night attire into the familiar school Quidditch uniform in the blink of an eye. Disregarding the need for my house robe, I decided against wearing it today. After all, Quidditch practice awaited, and I had no intention of succumbing to the scorching heat on the field. Collecting my trusty broom, I swiftly departed from the bustling common room. Disappointingly, I failed to cross paths with Ominis at the dormitory entrance. This lack of encounter shouldn't have come as a shock. Lately, I had been rising two hours earlier than my usual routine, solely to evade Ominis. Perhaps he grew tired of fruitlessly waiting and decided to head straight to class. With determination fueling my steps, I navigated through the sea of students, making a beeline towards the Quidditch Stadium. The bustling halls were teeming with fellow classmates, but I couldn't afford to pause and exchange pleasantries. As the Quidditch Captain, I couldn't risk being late for my own training sessions. Through relentless effort and unwavering dedication, I had earned my position as Hufflepuff's Quidditch Captain. It was no easy feat, especially considering that I was the only one to surpass Imelda Reyes, Slytherin's most skilled Quidditch Captain and Hogwarts' finest flier. I shattered all of her flying records, much to her chagrin. Imelda wasn't particularly thrilled about me surpassing her achievements, but she did appreciate the newfound challenge. Despite her aloof demeanor, she possessed a kind heart beneath her competitive exterior. Imelda may have been outspoken, but deep down, she was genuinely a good-natured person. Ascending towards the stadium, my gaze fixated on a restless figure pacing across the field. It was none other than Garreth. Merlin, what on earth could he be seeking? He was the very last person I desired to encounter in this moment. Abruptly halting his restless pacing, Garreth's eyes locked onto mine as he charged towards me in a state of sheer panic. "Thank Merlin you're here, Rose," He exclaimed, clutching my hand tightly, his trembling hands betraying his anxiety. "Garreth, what's happening? Why are you searching for ne? Please, tell me it has nothing to do with last night," I Anxiously Inquired. "Rose, I need you to promise me something. I won't breathe a word of last night to anyone, alright? Just please, keep Ominis at a distance from me. I have this gut feeling that he has more than just innocent intentions towards me. It's making me uneasy," Garreth said as he nervously shifted.
"But hold on, Garreth. Didn't he already approach you once? You two even left the library together," I questioned, trying to make sense of the situation. Garreth scoffed, his frustration evident.
"Left together? More like he forcefully dragged me away against my will. I swear, he was probably contemplating which Unforgivable curse to use on me. Thankfully, Professor Sharp intervened just in time. I ended up with detention for experimenting with one of my creations in class today. Thank Merlin it blew up in his face, or else I might not be here talking about it. Ominis Guant is a dangerous individual," Garreth explained, his voice filled with relief and lingering fear. I couldn't help but let out a giggle at Garreth's perception of Ominis. It was understandable, though. Most people saw him as just another member of the notorious Guant family, known for their twisted enjoyment of casting Unforgivable curses on innocent muggles. But I knew Ominis on a deeper level. I knew that he would never dabble in the dark arts, not after his own family had forced him to cast the dreaded Cruciatus curse on a muggle, after they had cast it on Ominis, himself , their own flesh and blood. "Garreth, I understand your concerns, but you have to trust me on this. Ominis is not the person you think he is. He has renounced his family's dark legacy, he wouldn't inflict harm upon anyone" I reassured him."
Garreth's expression revealed his lingering doubts, yet before he could reply he swiftly sought refuge behind me, gripping my uniform tightly. Peeking his head out from behind my shoulder, he whispered, "Merlin, its him, Ominis is approaching. I can't risk being seen with you." I couldn't help but roll my eyes, playfully nudging him away. "Garreth, remember, he's blind. He won't see anything." Garreth's gaze bore into mine, his expression filled with doubt. "Are we truly certain about that?" he questioned, his voice laced with concern. I paused, contemplating his words. Memories flooded my mind, recalling the countless instances when Ominis had somehow sensed my presence, even when I thought I was being stealthy. Whether it was sneaking up on him or attempting to play a prank with Sebastian, he always seemed to have an uncanny awareness. "Well," I replied, my confidence wavering, "I'd say I'm about 40 percent sure".
Garreth let out a frustrated sigh, his grip on my uniform loosening slightly. "That's not very reassuring, you know," he muttered under his breath. I couldn't help but laugh, i was certainly glad I wasn't alone in questioning the accuracy of Ominis' vision.
Ominis gradually drew near, and a wave of embarrassment washed over me as the events of last night in the library flooded my mind. The mere recollection sent shivers down my spine, as I reminisced about the sensation of his hands gently exploring my form and his lips passionately claiming mine. Every fiber of my being yearned for more, yet I knew I couldn't openly express such desires. The emotions swirling within me in connection to Ominis remained fresh and bewildering. It had only been a day since I believed my heart belonged to Sebastian, making the idea of pursuing anything further with Ominis seem utterly inconceivable. Caught in a state of uncertainty, I found myself at a loss for words, unsure of how to navigate this complex situation. While my body yearned for the touch of Ominis, my heart remained entangled in lingering emotions, leaving me unsure of which path to follow from here.
"Hello, Ominis," I managed to say, attempting to conceal the whirlwind of emotions within me. "Are you here to watch Quidditch practice?" The words slipped out before I realized how foolish they sounded. Of course, he wouldn't be here for that reason. I could hear Gerreth stifling a chuckle from behind me, and in my frustration, I jabbed my elbow into his ribs, shooting him a glare that could pierce through steel. He let out a subdued groan, bending over slightly in response. Ominis let out a soft chuckle, his hand gracefully sweeping through his brown locks, pushing them back into their familiar style. "I can't say that I am, Rose," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. "As much as I enjoy cheering you on from the bleachers during actual games, I'm afraid attempting to decipher what's happening during practice would be a complete failure on my part." His gaze shifted from me to Garreth, his expression contorted with disappointment. "Speaking of failures, if I remember correctly, Garreth Weasley, we still need to have our little chat," he remarked sternly. Garreth anxiously retreated behind me, using me as a human shield to protect himself from Ominis. "I'm terribly sorry, Ominis," he stammered, his voice filled with nervousness. "I'm actually quite busy at the moment, you know me, always running around collecting ingredients for my potions." With that, he hastily made his way back into the school castle, leaving Ominis and me standing there alone together once more. The air between us seemed to crackle with unspoken tension, as if the weight of our shared encounter last night hung palpably in the air. Uncertain of how to break the silence, I nervously fidgeted with the hem of my Quidditch uniform, stealing glances at Ominis, wondering if he could sense the conflicting emotions swirling within me. In a moment of serendipity, Ominis seemed to perceive my unease and reached out his hand towards me. Without hesitation, I gratefully accepted his gesture, gently squeezing his hand as I basked in the comforting warmth of his touch. A soft smile graced my lips, realizing how much I had missed the feeling of his hand in mine. Breaking the silence, Ominis started walking towards the Stadium bleachers, gently pulling me along with him. "Come on," he said, his voice filled with a mix of determination and tenderness. "We have much to talk about." A rush of nerves flooded over me once more, as I grappled with the paradox of Ominis simultaneously bringing me both peace and chaos. How could someone evoke such conflicting emotions within me? While I felt apprehensive about discussing what had transpired that night, I knew deep down that it was a conversation I couldn't avoid. I couldn't continue leading Ominis on when my own feelings remained uncertain. Ominis guided me beneath the shelter of the bleachers, seeking solace from prying eyes. His restless hand intertwined with mine, betraying his nerves. Avoiding direct eye contact, he mustered the courage to address me, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Rose, I need to talk to you about what happened last night..."As I held Ominis' hand tightly, a wave of nervousness washed over me, unsure of what lay ahead. His reassuring grip returned the comfort I sought, as he began to speak. "I need to know if what transpired last night was true. Did you genuinely share the same emotions as I did, or was it merely out of pity?"
"Pity?" I exclaimed, wounded, as I abruptly withdrew my hand from his grasp. "Do you honestly think I would engage in any intimate act out of mere pity? With anyone?" His words struck me unexpectedly, like sharp arrows piercing my heart, leaving behind a lingering ache in my chest.
Fueled by a mix of hurt and anger, I seized his arm and forcefully spun him around, compelling him to face me. "Do you genuinely believe I am capable of sinking so low as a person?" I demanded, my voice laced with indignation. Ominis' voice filled with regret as he quickly interjected, "No, Rose, that's not what I meant. I apologize if it came across that way. I was only aware of the feelings you and Sebastian had for each other, and..." Before he could finish his sentence, I angrily interrupted him, my frustration evident in my tone. "Sebastian and I shared nothing more than a deep friendship, despite any fleeting emotions I may have had. You should know that." Ominis stared at me, his confusion evident in his eyes. "So, you're saying that you and Sebastian were never in a relationship? He never confessed his feelings to you?" I furrowed my brow, puzzled by his persistence. "Confessed?" I repeated, unsure of what he meant. His expression grew serious as he approached me, causing me to instinctively take a step back. But my retreat was halted abruptly as my back collided with the wall of the bleachers, leaving me trapped between the unyielding surface and Ominis' imposing presence. His body leaned in, hovering over me, as his hands pressed against the wall on either side, effectively trapping me. His gaze bore into mine, his face exuding an intensity and tension that was uncharacteristic of him. Despite the situation, I couldn't help but be captivated by his striking beauty, feeling an undeniable magnetic pull towards his mesmerizing eyes. His voice, deep and hoarse, sent a shiver coursing through my body as he spoke. "Do you still have feelings for him?" His question caught me completely off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless. I found myself gazing at him, my mind engulfed in a profound silence, grappling with the uncertainty of how to respond. Even within the depths of my being, I remained oblivious to my own emotions. My heart, torn asunder, seemed to be divided into two distinct halves. The affection I held for Ominis was unmistakably evident, visible not only upon my countenance but also etched within the very core of my being. Yet, my heart also harbored a place for Sebastian, for the profound connection we once shared in bygone days. In response, I mustered the courage to speak my truth. "Yes, it is undeniable that I hold a deep affection for Sebastian, and that sentiment will forever endure. Just as he still holds a place in your heart, despite the pain he may have caused. He was not only your best friend but also your only family, and that bond will forever remain unbreakable within your heart.As for my own feelings, they remain a perplexing enigma, just as they bewilder you. However, I cannot deny the profound attraction I feel towards you. Until now, I have only regarded you as a dear friend, but last night awakened dormant emotions within me. I find myself inexplicably drawn to you, yearning for your touch and cherishing your presence. In your company, I find solace and clarity, yet simultaneously, you ignite a passionate madness within me." As I extended my hand, I gently caressed his face, my thumb gliding softly over his cheek in a rhythmic motion. Our eyes locked, and I found myself captivated by the profoundness of his pale gaze. He leaned closer, savoring the warmth of my touch, and closed his eyes, exhaling a heartfelt sigh. Tenderly, he placed his hand atop mine, his voice barely a whisper, "Please, my love, find it in your heart to forgive me." A gentle smile graced my lips as I leaned closer to him, delicately pressing my mouth against his in a tender kiss. Ominis reciprocated, his smile widening as he intensified the connection between our lips. His hand found its way to the back of my head, gently pulling me closer, his fingers entwined in the strands of my hair. A soft, involuntary sound escaped my lips as our kiss deepened, my arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders for support. The intensity between us grew, the kiss becoming rough yet passionate, but neither of us dared to break apart. We clung to each other desperately, our bodies seeking solace in the connection we shared. A gentle gasp escaped me as I felt the teasing brush of his tongue against my parted lips. His touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore. I eagerly welcomed his tongue, allowing it to explore the depths of my mouth, dancing with mine in a sensual rhythm. Our breaths mingled, hot and heavy, as the world around us faded into insignificance. His hands roamed my body, tracing the curves and contours with a hunger that matched my own. Every touch, every caress, fueled the desire that consumed us both. I arched into him, craving more of his intoxicating presence. Our bodies pressed together, aching to merge as one.In the midst of our fervent embrace, time became an ethereal concept, fading into insignificance as we surrendered to the intoxicating haze of passion. The outside world dissolved, leaving only the pulsating energy of our connection. Our kisses deepened, fueled by an urgency and desperation, as if we sought to convey the depths of our unspoken desires through this singular act of intimacy.
I moaned softly against his lips, unable to contain the pleasure that coursed through me. It was a symphony of sensations, a symphony that only he could conduct. His touch was both gentle and demanding, a perfect balance that left me yearning for more. As the kiss finally broke, we were left breathless, our bodies still entwined. Our eyes met, filled with a mixture of desire, love, and a hint of vulnerability. In that moment, we knew that this connection was something special, something worth exploring. With a firm grip, we clung to one another, savoring the lingering intensity of that unforgettable kiss. However, our moment of bliss was abruptly interrupted by the sounds of other Quidditch players converging in the stadium, jolting us back to the present reality. I discreetly cleared my throat, adjusting my uniform in an attempt to regain composure. Turning my attention to Ominis, who was also readjusting himself, I spoke softly, "They'll be searching for me. Shall we meet after practice?" He nodded in agreement, his hand gently enveloping mine once more, his lips pressing a tender kiss upon it. "I'll be waiting for you in the undercroft, my dear," he whispered. And with that, we reluctantly parted ways, each carrying the anticipation of our reunion in our hearts.