For the last two years, Ominis Gaunt has plagued your mind. Ever since the disastrous events surrounding the Sallow family in 5th year, you two have grown close and relied on each other, creating an unbreakable bond as friends. But, despite your dee...
It was Saturday morning. The school week had been rather tense for Ominis, especially considering he had to perfect the art of avoiding Sacharissa like the plague. He struggled to make it to Saturday, but it was finally here.
He had scheduled for a thestral carriage to pick them up just after breakfast. They both sported their best brunch-style outfits: Ominis in a dashing off-white suit with silver trims and MC in an emerald green A-line off-shoulder mini dress with matching heels and rose gold accessories.
A stranger would think they were practically married by the way they complimented each other's presence. Ominis had scanned her with his wand as she descended the stairs in the Bell Tower wing.
"Goodness, MC. Am I really the man who's privileged enough to escort you to my family's home? You're a vision." He kissed the back of her hand.
She blushed. "Thank you, Ominis. I'm the lucky one being on your arm with you looking as dashing as that."
He eagerly held his elbow out to her. She linked up with him as they exited the doors towards the North Exit. He helped her into the carriage before settling in next to her as it took off into the clouds of November.
The ride only lasted about an hour. MC fidgeted in her seat the whole way, bouncing her knee and looking out the window. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous about meeting the infamous Gaunts. On their own home turf, no less. She knew they were a fastidious lot.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Ominis' strong hand resting on her knee.
"MC, you're going to jump out of your skin if you don't cease."
"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous, I must admit."
He scooted over and rested his arm on the seatback behind her. "It's alright, darling. You've handled far worse in these blasted hills. My wretched family is small time in comparison. Besides," he tucked some hair behind her ear. "I'll be next to you the whole time."
She was relieved at his reassurance. She reached over and took his face in her hands before planting a deep kiss on him. He immediately took his hands to her back to pull her into him.
As the kiss deepened, his hand traveled up to the back of her head and he grabbed a fistful of her hair. She whined into his mouth and matched his fervor, getting up and straddling him on the carriage seat.
He groaned at her position. "Oh, God, yes." Their lips welded back together, the makeout growing heavy. He balanced her with one hand beneath her ass and the other still behind her head.
He was sliding his hand that was on her ass up underneath her dress and began sliding down her black lace panties when the carriage began to slow. They both grumbled in disdain at the figurative bucket of ice water that had been dumped onto them.
With a final kiss, she sat back down on the seat. They both straightened themselves up and fixed their hair. MC reached over and adjusted his collar for him.
He couldn't help but imagine her doing that for him every day as his wife.
As the carriage finally came to a halt on the stoned driveway, MC was enamored with the grounds of the manor.
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