Oh, Merlin. It's you. (Ominis x Reader)

The Last Visit to Gaunt Manor

Author's Note:

TW: Descriptions of violence, blood, and gore.

Second to last chapter! Next one will be the last! :')

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Your cheeks hurt from smiling. It was Thursday night. Who could possibly be that happy on a Thursday night? And in the library nonetheless.

The sound of your foot tapping repeatedly against the tile of the deafening room seemed to dampen the sounds of Ominis snoring next to you. His head, that mess of pretty blond hair, was slumped into the crook of a potions textbook. The same one he promised to study with and help you with later. Though, you hardly needed any help from him. Especially if the subject matter was...potions.

You set down your quill to watch him, admiring the way his brown lashes crashed against the paper of the book as if they had something to add to the diagram. His features so delicate.

Over the past four days, you had had more fun, smiled more, been given flowers and snacks, and everything lovely more than you ever had in your life. And despite your frequent adventures around the castle until the latest hours of the night, even those little purple crescents under Ominis's eyes were quickly fading. It was as if, for the first time in months, he was finally able to sleep. And sleep he did. In the moments in which the two of you were not brainlessly trailing each other around hallways or laughing at your little jokes, his head would fall and his breathing would slow. And then, he would be sleeping.

Though, to be fair, you found it was very easy to wake him. Especially now, as you'd grown plenty bored of your O.W.L. studying material from the time you'd spent cramped into the little desks in the corner of the library.

In the hours that you two were strangely not together or Ominis was not sleeping during the last few days, he would slip away for his curious and annoyingly unquestionable activities outside of the castle. You spent your own time training for the last of the seeker trials. Professor Fig, though always compassionate and understanding, was pushing for answers within the map chambers. Answers which it was only up to you to solve. And unfortunately, sleep did not come as easily to you even despite Ominis's calming presence.

There was of course...more of your mind. In four days, you had not left the castle. That had to be a record for you. Not as if you simply had just happened to not leave. But rather, were held hostage by an incredibly persistent (and handsome) boy who came up with any excuse to keep you locked up within the confines of the stone walls.

You ran your hand along Ominis back. Your fingers stretched over the expanse of his school robes, flattening the wrinkles which settled from how the fabric stretched to accommodate his arms outstretched over his head. His eyes did not open, but instead, a small smile appeared on his lips as his snores stopped. You did not even realize that your own face mirrored the same expression, your hand continuing to soothe down his back.

"Tell me if I'm dreaming." He said, unmoving. Words slow and sweet like taffy.

"You're not."

He opened his eyes now, though it hardly mattered. Straightening up, he felt for the textbook –or rather his pillow– and smiled. "Hard to tell lately"

"Your dreams consist of me rubbing you awake?"

He held his breath for a moment as he stared straight ahead of himself. "I don't believe you meant to phrase it like that." His voice gave way to a strained tone before he started laughing somewhat. "But yes. Amongst other things."

No. You had not meant to phrase it like that. But the blush on your face spread nonetheless. "Whatever." You laughed with him. "Did you have a good nap?"