Up and Down

Control and Relinquishment

TW for: minor blood play, bodily fluids, consensual corporal punishment.

The Room of Requirement clearly thought she needed comforting. The lighting changed from cool moonlight to bright and warm sun without her prompting, and every available surface has been covered in soft pillows and cushions.

So, she decided to accept what the Room was offering and curled up in a small ball in a literal blanket fort. Just like she did with her cousins when they were little.

She is safe from the hurricane raging outside while she is in here, her little castle inside a secret room inside an actual magical castle.

Anna ended up not going to the last lesson of the day, completely exhausted by what was happening and the sudden revelations. It was a day of truly monumental downs and unexpected ups, and she has no more strength left to give.

She hears the ironwork door open and footsteps come in, soft on the now carpeted floor. The steps halt at the different texture, as if unsure.

"I'm here, Ominis," she calls out. He isn't the only one who can tell people apart by their footsteps alone, "the layout of the Room is the same just... with more pillows?"

"Did you conjure all this?" His approach is cautious and she can see the flickers of red bouncing on the walls as he gets closer.

"Not directly... clearly, the Room thought I needed comforting..."

"It would appear so..."

Anna sits up and get out of her little fort to run up to Ominis and throw her arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace. He sighs as he holds her close, his nose burying into the crook of her neck.

She would be happy to just stay like this but an obvious question must be asked.

"Where is Sebastian?..."

"Ah. He has gotten himself detained. Apparently, he slammed Zabini's face into a table at Divinations for talking filth about you. Hard enough to knock him out cold. His Quidditch practices are about to become a lot more interesting after that..."

"Oh... He didn't say anything to me at Potions..."

"Of course he didn't. You've had a bad day as it is."

Anna sighs. It comes out more like a sob.

Ominis' hand reaches up to pet her hair. His fingers are gentle but she cannot help the hitching of her breath at the caress.

He hears it, of course he does. His lips are on her pulse and he can feel her heartbeat speeding up. He smiles against her skin.

His fingers tighten in her hair and she gasps. The hold isn't gentle anymore.

He lifts his head up and looms over her, sinister shadows etched deep into his handsome face.

"You've been through a lot today, darling... and so have I. You and I can help each other, methinks."

"And... and how are we going to do that, pray tell?" She whispers, her voice suddenly losing all strength with him all but glowering down at her with his unseeing eyes.

"Simple. You relax. Give in. Give yourself to me. And I... will take care of the rest."

She whimpers softly at what he implies, heat pooling in her loins instantaneously.

"I..."

"I won't be gentle," he promises, his other hand cupping her face, fingers digging into her skin.