Ominis Gaunt. The blind heir of Slytherin. A name steeped in venom, whispers, and the suffocating weight of his family's legacy. To Velvette, the new seventh-year at Hogwarts, none of this mattered. With a lineage as mysterious as her arrival -parents born as Squibs but tied, it is said, to Rowena Ravenclaw herself- she wasn't here to worship purebloods or play by anyone's rules. But rules were something Ominis lived by. A leash to keep the Gaunt darkness at bay. Yet the moment her quiet defiance crossed his path, her presence unraveled the very restraints holding him back. Velvette sees what others don't. The cracks beneath his pristine mask and the venomous hunger in his unseeing gaze. This is not a story of heroes. This is a tale of seduction, defiance, and the perilous cost of wanting what should never be yours.

Gaunts are possessive, cut-throat, and notoriously remorseless when it comes to getting what they want and protecting what they have, traits that have secured their power and position in the Wizarding World and traits that Ominis Gaunt has spent the better part of his life convincing himself he doesn't possess. His strong aversion to the Dark Arts and his family's practices comes from a crippling sense of guilt and a desire to separate himself from his blood, though his budding feelings for the new 5th-year and events involving his best friend might just force him to reconsider everything he thought he'd ever believed about himself.

"I will never understand how they allowed someone like her into our school. A Muggle-born witch who used a killing curse on her own mother." "That's rich coming from someone whose family abuses the Cruciatus Curse against Muggles for sport, Ominis Gaunt." Y/N joined Hogwarts late in her fifth year. She's now in her sixth year with little to no friends from her sudden arrival. The girl shrouds with mystery and terrible rumors of her past upbringing. She's able to survive under unforgiving circumstances and yet she loses all calm from a boy named Ominis Gaunt. What's so great about pure-blood wizards anyway? Being a Muggle-born in a mostly pure-blood wizarding world has it's challenges for Y/N. But nothing is more challenging than unexpected love towards an enemy. - - - - I *do not* give anyone any permission to translate, create videos, or republish my work. I have all rights to my stories and would appreciate everyone to enjoy them on the platforms I post these stories on. These stories are free and I don't feel comfortable knowing others are making money off of them. (｡•́︿•̀｡) If you see my work anywhere else other than Wattpad and AO3, just know I did not give them any permission. - - - - 【!】 Characters do not belong to me. - - - - #1 in ominisgaunt (05.13.23)

His fingers were cold. He barely touched her, his fingertips a ghost against her skin, brushing her hair back. "It looks like a lightning bolt," murmured Tom. His index finger traced the scar. Hermione sucked in a breath. It was shaky. Tom noticed.

Abducted to a world of hunter, you learned the price of defiance was death and the cost of survival was servitude. Now, you are the property of a cold and fearsome Elite, a master whose gaze strips you bare. But one accidental glimpse into his primal world shatters the fragile peace of your existence, igniting fury in him that promises consequences far more dangerous than the arena. In the silence between your two chambers, a new and terrifying game has begun. YAUTJA X FEMALE READER !!!CONTENT WARNING!!! Before you continue, I'm 'warning' you! This story contains deceptions of violence, enslavement, verbal abuse, and potentially distressing thematic elements. Reader discretion is advised. I, the author, holds NO responsibility for how this content may affect readers. This is a work of fiction and fanfiction on the Predator / Yautja universe. All original characters, lore, and rights belong to their respective owners. This a non-commercial, transformative work created for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended. Again, please read responsibly.

in which the devil meets his match. "I'm going to cut that sharp little tongue out of your pretty little mouth, even if I have to do it with my bare hands."

When Hermione comes home from a meeting with the Order, she is shocked to find a masked Death Eater waiting for her. She doesn't know who he is. He doesn't speak. But SPEAKING isn't exactly what he has in mind anyway... Soon she finds herself wrapped in a whirlwind of lust and forbidden attraction. But who is this man? What does he, a Death Eater, want with her, a lowly Mudblood? She's determined to find out- even if it's the last thing she'll ever do. UNEDITED AND UNBETA-READ Loosely inspired by LIGHTS OUT