Ominis Gaunt Loves a Pureblood

1. First Kiss

~Sorsa Fossey POV

I sit alone in the Undercroft. The large room's dusty and slightly burnt smell was almost comforting at this point. The pile of pillows and blankets had been my idea, and quite a good one, not to brag. There wasn't any place comfortable to sit before I made the little nest at the back of our secret room. I was hoping Ominis would decide to come here tonight.

Lately, when I would see him standing tall and handsome, head tilted toward my voice, smelling deliciously musky in his expensive cologne, I would find myself flirting in ways that surprised me. Touching him more, offering him earl grey tea, which I had noted his breath smelled like when he spoke closely to me, and giggling when he said something sarcastic about a fellow student, which he often did.

At first, I had to realize what was happening to me. It's been two years since we've been so very close. We even lived together, yet, I never realized what was happening in my heart. Ominis and I had a rocky start to our friendship, but in the end, he was so grateful when I stopped Sebastian from killing his uncle. Sebastian was grateful, too, of course. The gravity of the situation seemed to right Sebastian's mind, and he mellowed. Anne had been there, though, when he started to say the curse. We both knew what he was about to say. He would've succeeded if I hadn't sent that blast of ancient magic into him. And I put the fear of god in him that day when I rained lightning down from the very air into every inferi around Feldcroft and us alike. I told him I would do worse if he ever touched dark magic again, but the truth is, I don't even know how I did it. I think it had to do with fear and love for friends.

In all honesty, I'm not even that great at magic. I caught up well enough in my fifth year, and it was my hand that stopped Ranrok's reign by using my ancient magic. Still, that kind of magic doesn't help with transfiguration homework. This is why I'm hoping Ominis will appear and help me like he usually does.

When I realized I loved him, everything changed. That not just these years at school, joking with friends and studying together, but also the dreamlike days at our castle during our two summers there and breaks during the year, where Ominis would read his braille books to me under a moonlit night while we lounged outside, or help me work our garden with Sebastian, to discussing all manner of topic, debating animatedly with each other, that I want it forever with him. I enjoyed Sebastian's company, but Ominis was different. I wanted him in every way. I wanted to occupy his time, and likewise, I wanted him to fill all of mine. I only realized this in the past month, with only two months left until we graduate. When I accidentally flirted with Ominis, I noticed that he would blush lightly under his pale cheeks. It had made me hope, as I had scarcely allowed myself. My fear of ruining our friendship was great indeed.

The sound of the Undercroft lift sets my heart racing. I watch as Ominis steps out, light brown hair swept neatly back, even in his green silk pajamas. I'd seen it messy when he would have a nightmare, and Sebastian and I had rushed in to comfort him. He looked devilishly handsome with neat hair, regal even. But messy, that was a whole other kind of attractiveness. Lately, I fantasized about my hands being the reason for his soft hair's disarray. He's much taller than when I first met him, having grown considerably. His muscles had filled out, sparing with Sebastian and working on our castle. I hadn't grown at all; perhaps I had grown in certain womanly ways, though. Being blind, Ominis usually uses his wand, which is almost sentient, to navigate. Still, he doesn't have his wand out now, being so familiar with the Undercroft and knowing the nest is straight ahead from the lift.

"Ominis," I say quietly to let him know I'm here, although he likely already knows I am.

"Sorsa, this is the third night in a row I've found you studying here, Darling." He has called me that for years, yet now I feel butterflies whenever I hear it. "Nobody likes an overachiever. Besides, you'll never do well on your finals if you're exhausted." He chides as he approaches. He has a slight smile on his face as he teases me.