❝hopeless, is how i felt when i realised. it's like it was inevitable that when we met, whatever path we'd choose to go, a tumultuous tide would eventually grab hold of us and push us together. i was falling for you by fate... and was more than happ...
⭮ where you sneak Ominis out of the Slytherin Dorms to spend a starry evening together (for the sake of this fic, there is a window to the outside in Ominis's room)
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Ominis bolts upright at the clink of a pebble ricocheting off his window. He shakes himself awake, mildly nettled someone woke him up from his nap. That was, until he recognised the voice that flowed through, following the shuffling of an unlatched window. Now he was only a little bit annoyed.
"Y/n? Would that be you at my window at this gloaming hour?" He asks, wondering what your business was here.
"The one and only," you smile, ruffling his hair as you perched on his windowsill.
"Ugh, Sebastian had just done that for me after dinner," he mumbles as he slides a hand down his hair, attempting to smoothen it down.
"Your hair looks cute out, gives it a bit more authenticity."
He smiles at that, defeated and turns to face where your voice was coming from, "So what do I owe this visit to? If I'm not mistaken, girls are meant to be in their own areas (/let alone their own house)."
"Just wanted to see your lovely face and check up on what's been going on."
"It's been 3 hours since we last saw each other. Sebastian's still holed up and sulking somewhere since he drank that disgusting potion of Garret's. Honestly, I don't get why anyone would trust to drink something from that vex," Ominis sighs and you laugh, "So why are you really here y/n? I know you better than that."
You smile again, it was hard not to do that in the presence of this soft but outspoken boy, "You got me Gaunt. What do you think about a late-night escapade?"
"I think it could go either horrible wrong or delightful, either way I'd love to experience it with you." he says.
And that's how you got to a lush, green pasture, nearing the side of a mountain, with Hogwarts behind you, a river beneath you and a net of constellations above you.
And Ominis next to you.
"It's quite chilly up here isn't it?" Ominis says, a wisp of condensation coming out from his lips into the breeze.
Don't look at his lips too much. You remind yourself, looking down to the ground and shuffling the sets of firewood.
"This should be perfect!" you exult and you stand back, wand outstretched in your hand, "Incendio," you chant and light and heat burst into raw energy and extend from your wand with careful precision taught through an eager lesson with Professor Ronan, igniting the wood beneath you and erupting into a comfy, roaring blanket of warmth.
