🥀 Roses and Novels | Hogwarts Legacy Fanfic | Sebastian, Ominis and Evander

🥀 - Chapter 12 -🌹

(Helena's Perspective)

I yanked open the front door, dragging Ominis by the arm through the downpour toward the Ambrose house. His soaked white shirt clung to his skin, outlining every tense, sculpted muscle beneath.

We stepped into the warm living room where Guinevere sat at the table, sipping wine and savoring a square of chocolate. She stood quickly, alarmed at the sight of us drenched and shivering.

"My darlings, you're soaked to the bone!" she gasped. "You'll catch hypothermia like this. Go upstairs and take a warm shower—I'll grab towels."

Ominis staggered up the stairs, wand in hand, while I waited politely.

"Thank you, Guinevere," I said. She nodded, opened her mouth to speak, then thought better of it and sat back down, swirling her wine.

Upstairs, I found Ominis in our bedroom, struggling with his clothes and mumbling to himself in frustration.

"Here—let me help you," I said, stepping closer.

"Don't touch me, Helena. I don't need help!" He took a step back, voice defensive.

*Oh, hell no. Drunk or not, you're not doing this alone.*

"You don't have a choice."
I grabbed his shirt and began unbuttoning it slowly, from top to bottom. The fabric peeled off, clinging slightly to his skin before falling away. I moved on to his belt, then his trousers.

"Lena, are you undressing me right now?" he asked, a tipsy smirk forming on his lips.

"Shut up, Ominis."

I pushed him toward the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and with one final nudge, sent him into the steam, still wearing his soaked underwear.

Just as I turned to leave, he pulled me in by my hair. The hot water hit my clothes, soaking me all over again, but this time it felt... electric.

His hand slid from my cheek down my neck and tightened around my waist—his grip firm, possessive.

shoving him away. "You're drunk, Ominis."

I stepped out, grabbed a towel, and dried myself off quickly. Back in the bedroom, I dressed in fresh clothes and pulled on a jacket. I couldn't sit in that room any longer—not after that. My mind was spinning, and I needed clarity. I needed air. And for some reason... I needed Evan.

I walked quietly down the hall and stopped in front of his room, knocking softly.

"Evan?"

No response.

I knocked again, then opened the door. "Evan?"

The room was empty.

I approached the bathroom and heard the shower running inside. Through the narrow crack in the door, I caught a glimpse of him. He hadn't gotten in yet—just preparing.

I took a step back. *Helena, no. Give him privacy.*

But curiosity—and something else—took over.

I leaned closer, peeking through the crack. He was brushing his teeth, pushing his damp hair from his face. One by one, he unfastened the buttons on his soaked shirt, revealing a toned, bronze chest that glistened under the bathroom light.

*Dear gods...* My jaw may have dropped.

I started to back away, but the floor creaked under my foot.

Shit.

"Hello?"
The door swung open. There I was—half-bent, caught in the act.

"Evan!" I exclaimed, pretending to dust off my pants. Totally casual.