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[witchthewriter]

𝑃𝑂𝑉: 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑓𝑓

You were nervous about the ceremony. Okay, nervous didn’t quite capture the full range of emotions you’d felt. Nerves were the tip of the iceberg; underneath you felt excited, ecstatic, joyful, and homesick. 

It felt like an eternity had passed before you were called to the seat. Professor McGonagall’s face was stoic, yet you saw the glint of kindness in her eye. 

The moment felt like seconds. It was on your head, murmuring and muttering. 

    “Loyalty ... yes yes. You have a good heart, not one for dishonesty. Hardworking too. It has to be HUFFLEPUFF!” 

A blush had crept onto your cheeks as a round of applause erupted from the yellow and black table. 

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[hollowwrites]

Blindsided

Ominis x MC

Part 15

Summary - Ominis has become sick of Sebastian’s possession of the dorm room and has temporarily moved into the Undercroft. Finally…some privacy…

Again feel free to swap Evelyn with MC or Y/N

Warnings - 🌶️ Fingering, Female masturbation, Mild Choking, Biting, Praise Kink (If you squint) the word gusset (I know some people hate it) all characters aged up 18+

Sorry if this seems really awkward. I personally hate smut that is written just a bit too smoothly. If I’m writing two people’s first time…it’s going to be awkward and slow. Sorry if that’s not what you’re into. Fair play to people who wrote smut I am deffo a fluff gal. Sorry if this is bad. No one look at me!!!

Word Count - 6173

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“Thought I’d find you here”

Ominis raised his head as though it weighed a tonne when he heard Evelyn walk into the Undercroft.

As normal when Ominis occupied the space, a faint piano could be heard from somewhere within the cluttered room. The smell of tea filled the cavernous space and the singular large chair he favoured had been pulled into a more central position, as though he were looking over the Triptych like a window.

Obviously he wasn’t.

But none of that really registered with Evelyn.

What concerned her currently was the way he flinched when she entered. Like she’d startled him.

“Hmmm, were you looking for me?” He asked lazily pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh…only all my life” she whispered scared to shatter the peaceful ambiance he had created.

He exhaled a laugh as she approached him her hands finding his shoulders and kneading softly into the harsh panels of his shoulder blades.

It had been a few weeks since the last trial and Sebastians attempts to try and solve the Mystery of the spider egg had been fruitless. It had gotten to be a bit too much, the boys dorm now covered in silk and arachnids from his initial attempts to solve its puzzle…Arachnids or Acromantulas, they’re weren’t entirely sure.

But all Sebastian was left with was an empty room full of spiders and an exasperated friend sick of pulling webbing from his hair.

Each night he attempted to resolve it but so far to no avail. And finally, after weeks of arachnid related torture, Sebastian finally asked everyone for help.

Ominis agreed, of course, on the condition that he would not be returning to the dorms until the trail was done. And only after every last eight legged demon had been purged from the halls.

So for now he resided in the Undercroft, a makeshift bed tucked under the Triptych, all blankets and pillows and no mattress.

Not that it was unusual for Ominis to sleep soundly in uncomfortable locations.

“Did I startle you? That’s very unlike you” Evelyn mused, softly digging into his shoulders. A long exhausted moan left his lips and his eyes closed slowly as she did.

“Sorry I wasn’t paying attention…I haven’t been sleeping” Evelyn opened her mouth to fuss, to ask the inevitable string of questions she usually did upon hearing that. He waved her off dismissively “Don’t worry not nightmares…been trying to figure out the next trial for Sebastian”

“I see…” her hands reached a standstill at the apex of his shoulders and as she did, he reached up, soothingly, brushing across her knuckles until a familiar dull poking, pricked his fingertips.

He smiled wistfully.

”You’re wearing my ring” he said mutedly

“Of course I am…It’s beautiful”

“You don’t have to…” he adds, though in a much quieter voice; not quite a whisper, but close.

“I know I don’t have to…but you gave it to me. It means something” she replied in kind, her tone matching his. Filled with love and adoration.

He smiles softly, taking her wrist between his fingers and pulling her around to his front. He rested his forehead against her stomach and sighed.

It was as though he was pulling her in for strength, using her warmth and affection to fuel him. And for what it was worth, it worked. He pulled away moments later, a charming albeit lopsided smile on his face. He rose from his chair, taking her hand effortlessly and looped his arm around her waist.

“Dance with me…” he demanded in a soft tone

“Is that how you ask?” He had already spun her around slowly, bringing her back to his chest as she said this. The smile on her face oozed into her words making her argument…completely moot.

“Oh…I apologise profusely” he said sounding not the least bit sorry. He took one long step backwards, heels clicking together as he bowed deeply. Somehow, his eyes never left hers…

“Please…” the word was lithe as it slithered from his lips and into her ears, sending a shiver down her spine. He chuckled before continuing; “May I have this dance?”

“Hmm…” she took a step forward as he rose back to his towering height. “Do I have a choice?”

“I’m afraid not, dear”

Despite his words, and despite the distinct almost predatory look in his eyes…he extended a hand to her.

The slight twitch of his fingers commanded her attention, and though she would never deny him, there was a pull towards him. Like destiny…or fate.

If one believes in such things.

She took his hand, though her fingers glided along his palm, wrist and forearm up to his shoulder as she tucked herself into him. She wanted to tell him to wipe the smirk of his face, but something about the curl of his lip…the smallest display of teeth as his smirk grew wider…

He looked…

…happy.

The eagerness at which he grabbed her waist was queue enough for Evelyn. She took his other hand gently in hers whilst his arm pulled impossibly closer. It had hooked itself just below her ribs and with his domineering height, pulled her almost off the floor entirely. She giggled softly, her toes the only thing keeping her grounded as their chests met.

Slowly, and with a more intimate nature than he showed her in the Common Room, he lead her across the desolate chamber.

Every now and then, he would stop to kiss her hand. Each time he paused, the kiss became less and less chivalrous.

First it was her hand, then her cheek, then his head stooped low so they could dance cheek to cheek.

And suddenly, he was nuzzling her neck, his nose drawing long arduous lines across her jaw.

Ominis took in a deep breath; her scent fuelling him further and made his eyes go glassy.

He strode forward, dipping her low causing her head to tilt back as he held her horizontal to the floor.

His hand splayed supportively across the small of her back, thumb stroking across her waist. His warm breath ghosted across her neck.

The sharp inhale from her lips snapped him out of his reverie. He gently shook his head and pulled her back to her feet, his hands sturdy as they held onto her waist just a touch too tightly.

His eyes remained fixed on her and unlike the usual calm pools she’d gaze lovingly into…

Two darkening wells stared back at her.

”How is it you never seem to fumble for my hands? You always seem to know exactly where I am….no matter what” she shifted uncomfortably under his direct eye contact.

She did want to know…it was a question she had on her mind for the longest time. But right now she just needed to move his gaze.

It wasn’t like he made her uncomfortable. It was the way he looked at her.

As she swayed, so did he.

As she leaned in closer, so did he.

It was one of an embarrassingly long list of things he did that caused her stomach to twist and turn.

And it was like he knew that too.

The look of calm and content happiness faded with the blink of an eye, replaced with this twinkle she rarely saw in Ominis.

She saw it almost daily in Garreth and Sebastian…but Ominis?

His devious nature wound the knot forming, tighter.

What is he concocting?

“Honestly?…” He started “…I’m not sure. Best I can come up with is my magic advances my sense of Proprioception, past what a normal person has”

“Pre…prop…what?” Evelyn tilted her head and he mimicked her, almost like he was proving a point.

“Proprioception…” he chuckled and the twinkle in his eye flared once more. “…let me show you”

He stepped away from her, his long fingers reaching up to undo the knot of his tie.

The last thing she saw before he wrapped the soft, silken material around her eyes was his wide, devilish smirk.

“Can you see?” He asked, amusement heavy in his voice.

“Not a great deal…” she muttered and lifted the tie slightly to peer at him. He paced back and forth in front of her before he disappeared just off to her right and behind her.

“No cheating…” Ominis scolded softly, plucking her wrist away from her body and keeping it there, letting the silken blindfold fall back to place.

“Do you see how you know where your arm is despite not seeing it?” He twirled her around as he had in the dance before and she gasped.

This is what he experienced on a daily basis and she can’t handle it for less than a minute.

It drove her insane.

She trusted him implicitly but the idea of him being in completely control of her in that moment…

…her stomach suddenly felt hollow and her lungs empty.

“That’s Proprioception, the sense of knowing where your body is in relation to itself” he let her arm fall back down to her side but not before kissing this inside of her wrist. She gasped again listening intently to the click of his heel against the stone as he started to circle her.

”Mine is just a little stronger. It extends beyond myself…things around me. So I can see you in front of me and so long as you don’t move…” he was silent for a beat, her breath catching when his voice was suddenly right next to her ear “…too quickly…I know where you are. What you’re doing…”

His words felt heavy as though they carried more meaning than a simple explanation of his abilities.

“I can focus it too like duelling. It’s much stronger if I have my wand” he continued casually, like the breathe upon her neck and his words weren’t setting her stomach ablaze.

He had to know.

He knew everything else

“I…see” she muttered shakily, her hands twitching to remove the blindfold. Once again, he caught her fingers, entwining them with his own, his chest flush with her back. He held their combined hands against her stomach whilst he pulled her hair from her shoulder. His finger danced across her skin as he did so.

She took in a sharp intake of air through her mouth, her lips seemed constantly parted as though she anticipated him kissing her.

Maybe it was wishful thinking.

He remained stationed behind her, his hand falling to her waist, feeling the steadily increasing rise and fall of her breathing against her ribs. His breath was warm against her neck and she could feel his lips against her ear as he breathed.

But…Ominis was a gentleman. And so released her, rather abruptly, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know…” she whispered, a devious plan forming as she pulled the tie from her eyes.

He was showing marvellous levels of restraint.

Restraint she no longer had

Because of him…

“…‘Mystery Man’ still hasn’t asked me to the ball”

“Oh I know…” he grumbled, his voice low and strained.

“It’s starting to feel a little like no one wants to go with me” she sighed overly dramatically and took a step closer to him. His eyes went wide when he felt her getting nearer and nearer…until he could feel the heat of her chest against his.

He chuckled heavily.

“I don’t know. There was that Durmstrang…” he brushed some hair behind her ear, resisting every urge to pull at the strands and pull the noises he’d heard too few times. “…I think he learnt his lesson though. And there’s Prewett, but I think he knows better. It seems at least there’s some semblance of a brain between those ears”

Ominis laughed…darkly. It caused vibrations to emanate through both of their chests and he pulled away to ‘gaze’ down at her.

“I wonder why no one has asked me?” She pondered putting on the most saccharin, overly innocent tone.

“Probably because…” he growled out pushing forward slightly so their noses almost touched. He took in a calm breath “…they know you’re mine…”

“Have you staked your claim on me?” She whispered back, lips dangerously close to his to the point they brushed delicately against the full flesh of his bottom lip. “Because I don’t remember you asking…”

“I don’t need to ask…no one will take what is mine” his voice like music dancing it’s way across her skin but it sounded almost painful. The restraint he currently showed was…waning. “…I may no longer be a part of that family but…Gaunts are known for being quite possessive” His fingers brushed up her arms to cup her face, his fingers trembling against her cheek.

“Yes…of artifacts and trinkets…not really people”

“I’ve just found a different kind of treasure I wish to hoard away for myself”

“Stop…” she said sternly but playfully “Flattery will get you no where”

“Won’t it? Then why is that hummingbird of a heart of yours rattling agaisnt its cage” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

“Ominis…”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me…”

“I…I can’t…” he groaned his hands dropping to her waist, fingernails digging into flesh there as though he was physically keeping himself back

“You need to get off me before I do something…” his voice trailed off, low and husky. And filled with an emotion she’d not heard from him much before. He sounded…embarrassed

“What if I want you to do something?” She urged trying to sound level headed and calm, though she sounded whiney and needy as the words came from her lips.

His head dropped to her shoulder, as it often did when he sought comfort. His lips remained a breath away from her neck, trembling at the temptation to just sink his teeth in.

But that was selfish.

And that’s what he wanted.

He wanted to make her happy. Make her feel loved. Make her feel…

“I don’t know what I’m doing…” he confessed against her skin.

“Nor do I…” she whispered back, her hand reaching up to trace tiny intricate patterns across his back. She hoped they were talking about the same thing, she hoped he wanted this to.

She hoped she wasn’t making a fool of herself…

“It’s not that simple” he sighed and rested his full weight against her shoulder. “You can see. You’ll know when you’re…doing something I like. And there’s only so much books can teach someone with my…disadvantage” his face buried further into to her neck and hair. Like he was trying to hide away.

“Do you have any idea how frustrating, how much it pains me, to have you within inches of me and all I can do…is this?”

This was strange.

Normally he was quite confident with his abilities. Not moments ago he showed off how he saw the world around him with almost arrogant levels of confidence. Most of the time she forgot he was even blind, with how capable and independent he was.

But maybe this all felt a bit much. A bit too real.

Then suddenly she felt guilty for trying to coax him further.

“We don’t have to go any further than y-“ she started before his head snapped back up to look down at her, shaking his head over and over.

“No no no no no that’s not what I’m…I definitely do. If you do that is. I’m just…apprehensive” he tripped and stumbled over his words, trying to get her to understand his unique predicament.

Then her mind spiralled to how she had helped him in the past, how she’d taught him Herbology and Potions techniques, shown him the texture of materials, guided his hand when he needed it.

And her heart sank as an idea formed in her mind.

“Ominis, Do you want to try…being intimate…with me?” She asked shakily, her hands snaking up his arm to cup his cheeks, imploring that he listen to her. Thank Merlin he was blind, or perhaps her cheeks may have blinded him with how hot they were glowing.

“Desperately…” A dry, humourless laugh left him “…it’s practically all I have thought about since the First Trail…but”

“But…” she interrupted “…I have an idea”

She took a step away from him, his head quirked curiously to the right as he sought her out. It wouldn’t take him long, her fingers gently took his and she pulled him towards the armchair he normally resided in.

“Do you remember that Divination assignment? The palm reading?” She asked gently taking his hand and absentmindedly tracing over the lines on his hand. As she did he muttered softly to himself…

“Heart Line…Life Line…Fate line…”

He recited with perfect accuracy, though that lesson was weeks ago.

Then everything clicked and his cheeks burned hotter than he’d ever felt. Or that she’d ever seen.

“Are you…suggesting you can…show me how to…” Ominis’ words were careful and calculated. He’d come this far, he wasn’t ruining everything on a simple misunderstanding.

“It’s what other couples do…” She reasoned, suddenly feeling dirty or sordid for even thinking such a thing “…Only their method is trail and error and ours would just be a little more-”

“…Hands on” he smirked.

Bastard…how is he always so…so…

“Ugh…” Evelyn groans pulling her hand away from his palm and covering her face. “…It’s all just so unromantic now I think about it” she muffled from the sanctuary behind her hands.

“Oh don’t worry…” his long fingers looped around her wrists pulling them away and to her side. He took a step closer to her, his head bowed low to meet her gaze if she wished “…I have romance covered. That’s not what I’m worried about. I just need to know you’re okay with this”

As he spoke, his thumb drew tiny circles across her palm. It was almost as though they were dancing again.

“I am…” she breathed.

The smile he then wore was unlike any she had seen before. It had a softness to it initially. Like he was pleased she trusted him and she couldn’t help but mirror it. But then the longer they stood there, swaying slightly, the harder it grew. An edge to lips she hadn’t even seen when he’d pushed her against his bed.

And whereas last time there was a nervous, sickly feeling in her gut, now there was just…need.

Want.

He spun her again as he had earlier though instead of pulling her back to the exact same position, this time he pulled her so her back pressed against his chest.

“I’m so glad you suggested this, Evelyn.” He murmured over the shell of her ear, his fingers combing the hair from one side of her neck to the other.

“I am a fast learner. I’ve already learned what you like and what you don’t like…” she could feel his breath against her neck as he whispered down to her, his cheek nuzzling against the side of her face.

“For example…”

The smug smirk that tugged at his lips was so blatant in his voice.

And before Evelyn could question him, or combat him or flirt back gently as she usually would…

His teeth dug into the flesh of her neck, just below her ear.

She bit into her lip to stop the gasp from ripping from her. But he must have known. Must’ve heard the restraint in the hitch of her breath, or the way her shoulder squared in his arms. Because his teeth pulled back and he lapped against the divots he left behind. He licked broadly up her neck to her earlobe, making her shiver. And once again his teeth were against her as he grinned.

“Don’t silence yourself…please” he purred “I need to hear you. I need to know…”

“I understa-aaah!” She choked out. His lips closed around her earlobe, suckling softly before letting it go.

“Good…” he praised and even that sent a shiver down her spine. “…you must tell me if you don’t like something…”

It felt a little like he was trying to demonstrate what he meant. Like the next thing he did, he almost expected her to say no.

But she didn’t…

And she wanted more.

His fingers came up from her waist to undo the bow around her collar. When it fell away, he tossed it to the side like it offended him. Like he had some sort of vendetta against anything that kept him from her.

Then his hands were everywhere again. One tugged at the collar he had freed whilst the other moved towards the buttons of her blouse, again freeing more of her soft flesh for him to devour.

The moment her shoulder was available his lips found it, mapping across her skin.

And she was fine for the moment.

Her breathing fast and shallow as she enjoyed his attentions but she was fine.

Calm.

Collected.

Then his lips brushed over the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder and she gasped under her breath. A tiny soft sigh of pleasure that not even she was certain she made.

But he heard…

And in response his teeth dug harshly into the muscle. And she crumpled and fell against him with a loud and needy whimper.

She felt him grin, though his teeth still sunk in. Then his cheeks hollowed and the pressure against her neck felt divine.

“Ominis…” she whimpered and pressed against him.

“Too much?” he murmured as his lips left her neck with a sinful pop.

“Not enough…” Evelyn murmured, barely able to get the words out before his teeth were on her again.

Everything ramped up.

The pressure at her neck, the speed of his fingers on her blouse. Not even he could keep up with himself as he ripped a button from the fabric, pulling it from her shoulder.

The button pinging off and cascading to the floor broke something in Ominis and he groaned.

Deep and guttural from his chest.

She felt it vibrate through her back, arching against him to feel more.

That’s when her leg stumbled back and she felt a hardened bulge press against her rear.

The tiniest amount of friction that must have put against him caused him to growl, his fingernails digging into the flesh of her stomach as his hands started to explore under her shirt.

She inhaled sharply.

And her hand flew to her wand, tucked haphazardly in her waistband, directing it towards the Undercrofts entrance.

“Colloportus” she whimpered and the light at the tip of her wand fizzled out.

Ominis’ tore himself from her neck with a groan.

“What are you doing?” He asked but his voice was heavy, husky, heady.

“I’m not having a repeat of last time…” she murmured, staring at her wand in confusion. She shook her wrist and tried again…

…as Ominis’ hand drifted lower, his fingertips delving just under her waistband.

“Collo-portus” she gasped once again the spell failing as she muttered the incantation incorrectly.

Ominis just laughed besides her ear.

“Am I rendering you speechless? Powerless?” He purred, his other hand wrapping around her.

That hand hadn’t yet touched her skin. It had remained somewhat reserved, tugging at her clothes. So when it graced the skin of her chest it was significantly cooler than his other, forcing a gasp from her lips and her skin to pucker and tingle with goosebumps.

“You’re…” she started with a flash of venom in her voice, wanting to be frustrated at him. “…just stop a second. Let me lock the gates…” she breathed.

He chuckled darkly and removed his hands from her holding them up in surrender.

“Apologies, my love.”

“You’re not sorry…” she muttered and shrugged her blouse back over her shoulder, approaching the gate with a death glare.

She tried several times to lock the gates to no avail. Her hands kept shaking, her voice breaking. And just as she was about to give up and do it the ‘old fashioned muggle way’, the mechanisms in the gate forced themselves closed with a heavy ‘clunk’.

When she turned, Ominis was sat casually in his armchair, wand extended to the gate with a smarmy grin on his lips.

She approached once again muttering under her breath.

“Shut up…”

“Oh don’t be like that…” he crooned smoothly “…I like that I’ve affected you in such a way.”

His wand twirled between his fingers as she approached and she stood before him, pouting rather obviously. He simply chuckled and tapped his lap.

“Sit…”

His commanding tone sent a shiver up her spine and her knees buckled, bending to perch upon his thigh, despite her bratty and frustrated disposition.

His arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her back again, flush to his chest. His other hand lifted her knee to rest upon his, repeating the process for her other leg as he slipped it over his own.

Then as he spread his own legs, pulling and parting her along too, a startled little mewl left her.

“Tell me to stop…” he whispered against her ear, his hand stilling against her waist

“I don’t want you to…” she breathed shakily, arching into him and once again feeling that pulsing heat pressing into her.

“You’re shaking…” he stated as though it were a reason for him to cease his tormenting.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing”

“Oh I know…” he smirked against her neck. “…I just wanted to hear you admit it”

He knew he was probably being overconfident. But that’s what Ominis did best. He was blessed with a silver tongue and so he would use it.

So far it was working.

Each gruff grumble from his lips sent a wave of goosebumps over her skin, and his fingers followed.

She shivered and this time they prickled along her stomach where his fingers lay dormant. It shot a pulse through him, his fingers twitching back to life to explore her.

Feel her.

He was learning so much.

He already knew about the scar across her waist, he thought perhaps she would flinch when his digits brushed across them but…she was moaning again.

Her marred skin was…sensitive.

So very…very sensitive.

Then he recalled she had another. Another Sebastian had given her deep in that Scriptorium across her heart.

What a perfect excuse to test his hypothesis.

He bought his hand up and over her clothed breasts, that simple act itself causing her to shudder and whine.

So what would happen if I did this?

His middle finger traced over the swirling pattern at her chest and once again a wave of goosebumps puckered beneath him.

For a second, he almost regretted asking her to be more vocal.

Her constant shallow breath filled his ears. Her soft sighs, and whimpers were more distracting than he assumed they would be

But, oh, how those noises were heavenly.

And thankfully, he found his body acting on instinct, no matter how distracting she had become.

His hands roamed, explored, squeezed, touched…delving to places he had never dreamed of finding on her.

Mapping curves and valleys of hers he’d only ever fantasised about.

When his fingers breached the soft lacey material of her bralette, she stayed silent.

She bit into her bottom lip to try and ease her need for him. Because this was too much. How had he not even touched her and yet she was a pooled and sodden mess.

Ominis mistook her silence for displeasure, and moved further in.

The books certainly hadn’t covered this. The few points of research detailed many erogenous zones across a woman. And though he wasn’t idiotic enough to think all women were the same, most books, most erotic novels he had read said the same.

So, purely for academic purposes, he gripped her just a little bit harder.

And was rewarded with the most beautiful and sinful whimper he had heard. With that very moan came another wave of goosebumps that he greedily followed. Like her very skin was speaking to him.

Ominis squeezed again, the soft flesh of her breast spilling out between his fingers as her manhandled her in the very best of ways.

He kneaded her, much for his own pleasure as for hers, and when he felt the tiny puckered nub between his fingers, he squeezed again.

Another sharp whine pulled from Evelyn’s chest. He felt it vibrate along her chest and for a second he was enthralled.

He copied that same action, kneading and squeezing and stroking, pinching her hardening peak near his knuckle.

Only his other hand reached up to her chest. Where he’d felt that vibration.

And with every gasp and murmur and coo he felt it.

So he chased it, rumbling up her chest to her neck where it was strongest before it left her lips.

“Ominis…” she muttered as her head rolled back onto his shoulder.

“I can move my hand if you want…” he spoke, somewhat strained after he realised his fingers wrapped around her throat.

“I…like it” she whispered, somewhat shamefully.

But Ominis was well past the point of caring. He’d built such a strong image in his head of her splayed across him, keening and mewling for more. For him.

And he had the luxury of hearing, truly hearing, everything he was doing to her. Perhaps he was better off…

His fingers tightened only slightly against her throat, feeling for each rumble of a moan his other hand was causing her.

Then his mouth followed in his hands stead.

Nipping, sucking, tasting every inch of her neck that he could access, the soft and gentle tugging of her flesh turned her to putty in his arms.

It was almost like he’d caught a nerve and her whole body squirmed with a moan. And she pressed deliciously against the painful throbbing in his groin.

He hissed at the sensation, both foreign and familiar to him.

And in that moment he realised she was learning just as much about him as he was her.

Because she did it again.

On purpose.

And as he gasped, he relinquished the hold his teeth had on her shoulder, panting against the wet skin of her neck.

So she did it again, rubbing herself across the length that was forced down his trouser leg, thanking every god there was that multiple layers of clothing were between them. Lest she be confronted with the slick she most definitely would leave upon his leg.

He gasped again, croakier and huskier than before.

And she laughed. A low seductive little laugh that triggered something in Ominis.

“Show me…” he demanded with a growl, snatching her wrist up and dragging it to her opened legs.

Perhaps she was a little too eager. He’d spent the past…Merlin knows how long, teasing her and her body ached. Her stomach had twisted and tightened with a desire she’d never felt before. Even when she was alone.

So she fumbled with his hand in hers, his other still tweaking and kneading at her soft mounds.

He ghosted over hers, softly, delicately copying her movements as she pulled her underwear to the side.

Then his hand left, straying to the fabric of her skirt, bunched around her hips.

“This is long enough, isn’t it?” He inquired flatly.

“Er…it’s comes to my knee why do you-“

Then he tore into her underwear, ripping along the gusset and exposing her completely. Whether he knew it or not, his knuckle dragged over her centre as he did and she twitched at the new feeling of someone else touching her so intimately.

“This will be hard enough without things getting in the way” his voice resonated from behind her, his chest vibrating against her back.

That was…understandable. And she would be lying to herself if the act of Ominis ripping her underwear from her didn’t turn her into a living puddle.

And it was getting ridiculous how long this had gone on for. So she snatched his hand from the hem of her skirt and positioned him over her again.

His hand mirrored hers the whole way. Like there was a second delay to everything she was doing.

Though when her finger dipped between her folds, and his shortly followed, he snatched his hand away in an instant, bolting straight upright. His finger and thumb rubbed together feeling her slick desire on his finger and his breath caught in his throat.

“You’re…” he held a note on his throat like he couldn’t think of the correct word. The appropriate word.

“…so…” he gulped and swallowed thickly, the bob of his throat brushing against her shoulder

“…wet…”

And whilst he was struggling to think of words, Evelyn was struggling to not run her finger along herself like she knew she liked.

“For you…” she murmured on an exhale.

Ominis could feel himself twitching against her rear and again something snapped within him.

His arm scooped her up around her waist, pulling her closer and tighter to his chest.

“Show me…” he growled once more in her ear before his teeth attacked her neck once again.

His finger ghosted over hers again, shaking as they dipped into that pooling well of want.

Her fingers twitched back into action, immediately finding that bundle of nerves at the top that made her toes curl.

And made Ominis’ head spin.

Whether it was his hearing, how well they knew each other, or how quickly he picked things up when explained properly, he didn’t know. But soon he got the idea of what she wanted. And she was going too quickly for his liking.

He could feel her winding and coiling like a spring in his lap, her panting little breaths filling the air and his name tumbling from her lips. She writhed and whimpered on top of him.

Then suddenly his mind filled with fabrications of himself being deep inside of her, those same noises tumbling from her. That’s same warmth he could feel radiating on his finger, surrounding him. And his brain went foggy and instinct kicked in again.

Just as she reached and clambered for that peak.

And her thighs clamped closed for that little friction she knew would push her over the edge.

He ruined it.

All at once it was torn from her as long boney fingers dug into the softness of her thighs, pinning her eager hand to the side and spreading her legs once again.

She could’ve killed him.

“Keep. Them. Open.” he spat through his teeth, moving his leg to pin her ankles behind his calves. She gave a few tester pulls, desperate for any form of friction as she felt that heat slowly dying between her legs.

She couldn’t move.

And her breath stuttered and whimpered needily. She was about to cuss him, turning and demanding he continue before that knot tied itself back up again.

But Ominis had other ideas. Ideas that perhaps right now she wouldn’t appreciate but future her would.

His fingers trailed over her core mapping every fold and divot. Easily. He slid in between over and over, delighting in every time his finger circled that nub that sent her shivering.

Then his finger slipped down, deep, entering her slowly. Carefully.

He almost felt bad for a second. The noise that left her. It sounded pained. But he pulled from her and that same needy mewling spilled from her until he did it again, her back arching into him. And this time it wasn’t so pained, more of an anguished sigh of relief.

It was…delicious.

Every sinful sound from her lips and each soaked ripple between her legs. He was simply exploring yet to her it was everything.

Him feeling her

Him pleasuring her

Him filling her.

With each pump of his finger she felt that knot loosening once more and when his other hand joined his first, rolling tiny circles over her most sensitive spot…she halted.

She became undone.

That release so close to being hers.

And he knew it.

“Let me see…” he begged, his hand pulling from her and hovering just in front of her face, his thumb replacing his own absence with dexterous accuracy.

She pushed into his hand, not trusting her vocal cords to maintain a readable level. Imagine the Undercroft being discovered after centuries because she had moaned too loudly.

His fingers drifted over her features, taking in the small knot of exquisite ecstasy on her brow. The heat from her cheeks. Her swollen, plump lips from her own teeth.

And as his finger ghosted her lips she took it into her mouth, tasting her own desire faintly on his finger. Not that, that’s why. She just needed something to mute her…

Practically crying into his ear, her head lulled back as she mumbled his name through her own teeth clamped around his fingers.

A comfortable warm silence fell over them as she slowly recovered, the white spots of her vision fading. Only then was she aware of the gentle kisses he placed along her neck.

“Why…” she panted “…are you so good at everything you choose to do?”

He chuckled, deep and low.

“I had an excellent albeit impatient teacher”

Masterlist

genuinely if any of you have any tips or anything please tell me this genuine pained me to write but im proud my first smut

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[wishchthumblr]

so i like to imagine its kind of like an unspoken tradition at hogwarts to carve or write your name/initials in your bed before you graduate so later students can get a little mystery trying to figure out who slept in their dorm before them

so what if in aus where Harry is sorted into slytherin, instead of JP being scratched into the post of his gryffindor dorm bed, in a slightly hidden part of the frame in his slytherin dorm bed it says R.A.B in nearly carved letters

and what if (especially if this is an au where slytherin harry is an evil little shit (as a treat)) he eventually finds another older carving on his bed that says T.M.R

#harry potter #slytherin #slytherin harry #regulus black #tom riddle #headcanon #omg…. new thought.. what if draco has the same bed as either snape or his dad #(depending on who treats him better in this particular au) #idk if the ages match for this to line up but idc let me believe #cute idea for draco x astoria shippers: draco has lucius’ bed and astoria has narcissa’s #hnnggg now im thinking about all the students who could have the same dorm and bed as their older siblings or family… #or as someone who is connected to them in some other way or are similar to them #like deamus and wolfstar #or imagine students using spells or just a knife to remove/hide the carving of their toxic relatives names from thier bed #i have so many thoughts about hogwarts dorms and beds now

[welcometotheravenclawcommonroom]

Whenever a death eater tried to do legilimens on a bi/multilingual student’s brain, they weren’t able to get much because everything was in an incomprehensible mish-mash of different languages in a pattern completely incomprehensible to the monolingual brain.

#also some students have adhd on top of that #those students don’t even need to learn occlumency #their brains are so chaotic and frightening to outside observers that any attempted legilimancy results in the intruder pulling out ASAP #like IMMEDIATELY #mod des #Harry Potter #hogwarts headcanon #bilingualism #trilingualism #multilingualism #ADHD shit #death eaters when faced with a neurodivergent person be like ‘WTF do I do with this?!’ #oh! #also! #fuck jkr

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Ladies and germs, I have taken these (very bad) screenshots for all to see just how much of a big boy Aesop Sharp is. Next to him is Rowland Oakes, Adelaide's uncle, a fully grown adult. He's got a top hat on his head and Aesop's still taller. I'm not even talking about how the dear potions master also seems to be larger in body. For me, it's nothing less than a confirmation that Aesop Sharp is a bloody brick house of a man.

#hogwarts legacy #aesop sharp #professor sharp #he's a BIG BOY #HUMONGOUS #tallest of the professors #personal headcanon #of course some students are afraid of him how would u feel if this giant looked at u in a mean way #i mean;; id be turned on but thats just me lmao

[lostmyremembrall]

Asian! Hogwarts Student Headcanon

Y/N: *cutting flobberworm during class, elbows a student.

Y/N: Psst. Hey, guess what. We eat this stuff back home.

Insert Hogwarts Student: *mortified*

Y/N: Haha! I’m just kidding. We’re not that crazy.

#Asian!Hogwarts Student #tom riddle #draco malfoy #severus snape #ron weasley #harry potter #james potter #sirius black #harry potter reader insert #harry potter incorrect quotes #harry potter headcanon #harry potter fandom #harry potter funny

[nikki-312]

An hogwarts headcannon.

Sorry for formating I am writing this on a phone, and if there are grammatical mistakes and or something doesn't make sense (it's been a while since I have watched Harry potter) let me know so I can rewrite it.

Since there's been alot of heatwaves across Europe and other parts of the world, what if a heatwave hits Hogwarts?

The slytherins common room is in the basement, under the lake and because of that it's alot colder then other houses common rooms. Because of that, the students used magic to move all of the furniture in it, to the bedrooms, and the beds to the common room. There was still enough room left for the other houses to join, since they used magic to float most of the beds and use a magical ladder to climb up to make magical bunkbeds.

The hufflepuff students were the first of other houses to move into slytherins common room. They made some cold foods.

Later on hufflepuff students convinced slytherins to let others in to the common room, of course ravenclaws put their pride aside and moved in quite quickly, they knew that it was better to live with slytherins in the cold rather than in the heat of their tower.

Gryffindors on the other hand were stubborn. They can take the heat and don't need slytherins pity, some knew it was better with the slytherins so immediately took the chance to join them.

It took around a day to convince every single gryffindor, hufflepuffs used ice cream and cold blankets to convince them, ravenclaws said that the gryffindors are acting like idiots for not accepting this offer, slytherins didn't really care if gryffindors joined them.

Where were the teachers all through this?

Snape was trying to convince Dumbledore that they should make the rest of the rooms colder with magic.

McGonagall said that she sees no problem with all students sleeping in the slytherins common room, it was easier to find them. And all most every teacher agreed with her.

Dumbledore sent the younger students home before everyone moved into slytherins common room, because of that there weren't that many at hogwarts. So he didn't see any fault in it.

#harry potter #harry potter headcanon #slytherin headcanon #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #gryfindor #cute headcanons #dumbledore #snape #McGonagall #imagine #harry potter imagine #hogwarts #hogwarts headcanon #student #students #harry potter students

[foldingdragonsathogwarts]

Durmstrang Headcanons: Rules of Admission and Muggleborns

(Those are not canon, but headcanons based on the idea/implication that Durmstrang is an exclusive private school, as well as the name being based on Sturm und Drang.)

Technically, the rules of admission for Durmstrang did not exclude muggleborns.

That is, there was no written down rule of "Student has to have one or two magical parents".

Instead, the rules simply worked in a way that made it almost impossible for anyone without existing connections in the magical world to comply.

Unlike Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, Durmstrang did not send out invitations. Instead, students had to apply many months in advance, which of course required knowing about Durmstrangs existence first.

With the deadline for applications at the end of January, many muggleborns wouldn't even find out they had magic before it had already passed.

Next, Durmstrang taught students from all across Europe, but most classes were held in German. So, the application also required proof that students could speak the language, easily justified as a means to make lessons go more smoothly.

Of course, if you were a witch or wizard with the means to send their child to Durmstrang, you would start those language lessons early and not run into any problems. And while that still left all the German, Austrian, etc muggleborns born between September and January in play, it still excluded most of the muggleborns outside of those countries.

Which is what the general education test was for. Again, officially it existed to make the selection fair and ensure a smooth integration into lessons. But as this test also included some hard questions about the magical world, it was often the excuse used to deny the few muggleborns that made it that far.

And then there was the price point. Durmstrang charged a pricey tuition for attendance, and didn't hand out scholarships. Again, it wouldn't keep out every muggleborn - but it would keep out "the poor", which was probably even more important for the rich elite that send their progeny here.

Lastly, Durmstrang restricted the number of students that could attend each year, which meant the school made a selection out of all applicants.

There was no official rule that excluded muggleborns. But as long as Karkaroff was headmaster, that selection simply never included them.

#harry potter #hp headcanon #durmstrang #durmstrang makes no sense unless it's an elite private school #that can pick and choose students they want #beauxbatons on the other hand would be state funded #and accept as many students as they can accommodate #Also I still think the Bulgarian Witch as a founder was added later #to justify Krum being there #even though Hogwarts and Beauxbatons are both closer #not that it needed justification #and there are definitely more than three/four schools in Europe

[myheadisemptyffonly]

Barty Crouch Jr. was always an overly curious child, unable to leave a question unanswered and smart enough to make those answers if adults didn't give them to him. And it is precisely this infinite curiosity that leads him to leave his bedroom on his first night in the castle, when he realizes that the bed next to his is empty.

He had woken up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, to find one of his two roommates missing and, in view of the lack of light in the bathroom, he made the decision to go out to find him. Not that he was particularly worried about this housemate of his, he hadn't even properly introduced himself to him, but still he couldn't help but feel that start of curiosity creeping down his skin and so, with careful steps, he had made his way to the common room.

He wasn't sure what he expected to find, but certainly the sight of Regulus Black softly crying at the foot of one of the sofas with his arms wrapped around his knees was far from it. As if in a trance, almost as if a thread was pulling him in that direction, he took the few steps left to reach Regulus and stood awkwardly in front of him.

"Are you okay?"

A small shudder ran through the shorter boy, cutting off his sobs and forcing him to lift his face from his knees. "I'm f-fine"

"Sure, and you're crying for nothing then" he shot him a skeptical look and crossed his arms "Come on, why don't you tell me why you're crying?"

The answer was not immediate, the little Black boy looked suspiciously at Barty, but in the end, perhaps because of exhaustion, perhaps because of his sadness, can't help but start to cry harder again and start talking.

"My brother hates me. Siri doesn't want to have anything to do with me, he doesn't love me anymore and he doesn't want to be my brother anymore" the little sobs were shrill in the empty common room, bouncing on the walls and imprinting on the air. Barty let the little Slytherin cry for a few minutes, quite uncomfortable at not knowing what to say and racking his brain for a solution; he himself had no siblings or cousins ​​so he didn't feel experienced enough to deal with this, he had been a lonely child for so long, but right now he desperately wished he could remedy this situation.

"If he's not going to be your brother, then I will be." More confident than he felt, Barty sat down next to Regulus on the rug and placed one hand on top of the other's.

"W-what? I, we don't even know each other. How can you say that?"

"Isn't it like that with all brothers? They aren't born knowing each other, they learn to love each other along the way. Maybe we don't know us now but we will, from now on I'm your brother" and so a pact passed between them, Barty with serious eyes and steady hands, and Regulus with a shocked look and sparkling eyes.

They stayed in the common room all night, holding hands firmly as they shared little parts of themselves, letting their emotions flow. They were barely 11 years old and knew almost nothing about life, but it still felt like a moment of growth, a lesson that would always be with them, about how family can be who we choose.

Sometimes you love someone just by seeing them once, and it's terrifying, like fate is screaming at you "Here, right here is where you belong." For Barty Crouch Jr, the first time he saw Regulus Black crying, he felt like an epiphany, a destined moment coming into his life, it was understanding that here was a person he knew nothing about, but somehow it was already his.

#barty crouch jr #barty crouch #regulus black #regulus deserved better #harry potter #the black brothers #marauders headcanon #marauders #sirius black #barty crouch junior #regulus arcturus black #sirius and regulus #regulus and barty #slytherin #hogwarts #in slytherin you'll make real friends #The older students are going to enter the common room and receive the most adorable view #Barty and Regulus BFF #If Sirius ends up rolling down the stairs #it was Barty #he's not even going to deny it #Kids can be so dramatic sometimes #Fluff #I think this is cute #They are cute #Barty saw a little Reggie and think MINE

[green-cat-com]

Headcanon that in the hufflepuff common room there is a conversation pit but around it, covering the whole room, there are carpets of various shapes and sizes. These carpets materialise when a student is called out as hufflepuff in their first year and disappear once they leave school. What is important though, is that the carpet is the given student’s favourite carpet from their home so if they ever get homesick they can seek it out and see a part of home with them at school.

Also, each year a new tapestry is hung on the wall in the main room depicting every hufflepuff student from that year group - a bit like a yearbook. Since the tapestries are magic they can talk and move like the portraits do. When seventh years leave the school their younger friends often talk to their portraits on the tapestries.

#harry potter #hufflepuff #hogwarts #jk rowling #headcanon #harry potter fandom #hogwarts life #Hogwarts lore #hufflepuff common room #Hogwarts Common rooms #student life

[thatravenpuffwitch]

Back to Hogwarts! (HPHM continued)

#it’s the rest of my hphm kids! #and my headcanons for Barnaby #he doesn’t have a pet bc his dad won’t let him :/ #(shoutout to thealchemist for his faceclaim idea btw) #hogwarts student id #clary walcott #henry mcclarnon #jacob hopper #barnaby lee #hphm #hogwarts mystery #my edits

[greenerteacups]

the latest lionheart chapter had me cheering at my phone like i was watching a goddamn UFC cage match. i think draco should be allowed to beat peoples ass all the time, personally. shoutout to neil, i’ve had you for two seconds and i would die for you. minerva mcgonnagall is an archangel confirmed canon. this was great, this was splendid, thank you for your contribution to society <3

thank you very much! "draco should be allowed to beat people's asses all the time" is incidentally an opinion that you and draco share!

i always love writing a good old-fashioned fight scene. neil macdonald is one of the few real OC's I've made for this fic — like pure no-canonical-counterpart OC — and I'm very glad you like him! <3

#greenteacup asks #lionheart spoilers #minerva mcgonagall comes down and sees the golden quartet standing there like 'ah same shit different day' #what NOW #i also have this headcanon that students don't get cited for the (canonically rampant) out-of-classes/hallway magic #because the hogwarts No Fucking Snitching rule is IRONCLAD and ENFORCED #thank you very much! <3

[hollowwrites]

The House Cup

Ominis x MC

Summary - The night before The House Cup ceremony, unforeseen circumstances for Ominis and Evelyn back together

I was thinking about the first time Eve and Omi would have slept together. And then I spiralled into a deep sadness that I shall never recover from.

Warnings - Vague depictions of a panic attack, Omi’s past, Nightmares, ANGST OUT THE WAZZOO

Word Count - 4016

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Everything had become…so exhausting.

Maybe it was her own fault. She had taken on so much voluntarily as well as the whole Keepers, Trails, Ancient Magic…thing.

After Evelyn and Ominis had snatched the relic and Spellbook from Sebastian, they fled, now stuck with two artefacts of immense power they had no hopes of destroying.

Evelyn was in two minds. That relic could help Anne. Could do good. But with Sebastian being the only one with the relevant research and willingness to participate in its ‘Dark Rituals’…it wasn’t an option.

Evelyn barely understood the magic she had, never mind learning an entirely new field of dark magic on top of the ancient magic the was researching practically alone.

Ominis would never participate in such Magic. He remained unwavering in his views despite Sebastian’s constant arguments and nagging ensuring ‘he knew what he was doing’.

Tossing the items into the Room of Requirement seemed the only way.

Anne remained cursed.

Ominis and Evelyn had betrayed their best friend.

Sebastian had ran.

And that act, combined with the sudden flare of goblin activity and movement of Rookwood and Ranrok had created a rift between Ominis and her.

They hadn’t spoken in weeks.

In those weeks, She had unknowingly murdered Rookwood, saved Hogwarts from collapse, maintained an ancient repository and lost…everyone.

Sebastian had been the first. He’d stayed with Anne after they all coerced him into abandoning his fruitless campaign to help Anne. And by the morning, he was gone. No note. No goodbye. Nothing.

Then came Anne. Days went by without Solomon returning from the market and with her curse getting worse and worse, everyone decided it was best to hide her away. From prying eyes and from Sebastian’s potential return. Her anger towards the only family she had left, had turned her into more of a shell than before. And so they bundled her off to Evelyn’s muggle home, so no one knew where she was, and no one could disturb her. Except Ominis…

Then he left too. He had kept himself busy, Evelyn assumed to keep the reality of everything from setting in. But it meant he had no time for her. After classes he’d immediately go to Anne, help her with whatever she needed and come back to Hogwarts, usually with just enough time to squeeze in some sleep and start the process over.

And of course, Fig. His support during all of this has been fundamental to Evelyn’s sanity. If she had not had him…she would’ve lost her mind months ago. And for him to die so…unceremoniously…her heart broke into a thousand tiny pieces. The sight of him clutching his wife’s wand to his chest would forever be seared into her brain.

“You’re in my spot…” a familiar posh and proper voice sounded from behind her. The barest attempt at humour in his tone.

And she was too exhausted to even react. So his words just fell upon deaf ears, but the words left his mouth with an unsavoury taste. Ominis flinched at her lack of reaction. If his wand hadn’t told him she was stood there, and he couldn’t hear the slow beat of her heart, he would think perhaps he’d made a mistake and she wasn’t there.

But she was…

She just stared out into the water, watching the streams of bubbles stream up around the windows. It seemed fitting he would find her here, where she first met him.

“Evelyn…” Ominis added, his voice even softer and lower with the first utterance of her name.

“Hmm…” Evelyn muttered as though he’d woken her from a trance. She turned to him, offering a polite smile she quickly realised he couldn’t see. Surely it hadn’t been so long she’d forgotten he was blind? The thought itself caused a lump to rise in her throat and she turned back away, unable to stand looking at the stranger in front of her.

It wasn’t an entirely harsh assessment. He looked nothing like the person she met at the beginning of the year.

The circles under his eyes were much darker than before. They always lingered but now they looked more like bruises than normal. As he approached her, she noticed he was in his pyjamas, a dark green robe pulled around him. And though she’d never seen him in his night attire before, she could tell even that wasn’t its norm. It was crumpled and creased, like he’d been tossing and turning.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked softly, taking a step closer to her in the alcove.

“Not really…” she replied flatly, absolutely no emotion in her tone, whatsoever.

“Me neither…” she saw from the corner of her eye, his tentative step to her side and she immediately craved his attention. His embrace. His warmth.

Her arm twitched towards him as though she wasn’t in control of her own body, and so she wrapped her arms around herself. In both restraint and comfort.

“Evelyn…” Ominis started, his tone soft and heavy. She turned slightly in his direction, keeping her head low still unwilling to address the distance that was now between them. “I know we had a bit…of a rocky start…” Ominis went silent again. He gazed off ahead, visibly thinking about what he was going to say.

Then she laughed, exhaling humourlessly “Mountainous…”

“It did have its peaks and valleys…” Ominis smiled lopsidedly

“The peaks were good though…” she muttered quietly, thinking back over her first year at Hogwarts.

It had been…awful. As a whole. But the person behind her and supporting her at every single low…was Ominis.

Ominis turned his head towards her and lifted his head so his eyes were no longer facing forward. His brow raised, and his lips curved upwards.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

A silence fell over the two of them as they occupied the alcove together. It wasn’t at all awkward like she assumed it would be. His presence, as it always had been, was calming and soothing. And she found herself leaning towards him.

His wand must have informed him of the not-so-subtle movement and his arm snaked around her shoulders, bringing her into the crook of his arm.

Their routine fell quickly back into place and she nuzzled into his chest, both of them finding the comfort the past few weeks had denied them.

She turned into him, sighing “Have…” she started before cutting herself off. Perhaps now wasn’t the time…

Ominis turned his head down towards her, smoothing the hair of her head down to rest his chin upon it. “…Have?” He prompted, noticing her trail off.

“Have you heard from Sebastian?” She asked quietly, aware that bringing him up could cause the rift to open back up between them.

“No…” he said, his voice sounding a little more harsh than it had been before, his arm tightening around her.

He hadn’t meant it as brutal as it came out, his own selfish worries muddying his tone.

He’d spent every summer whilst attending Hogwarts, at the Sallow residence. And with Anne now living with Evelyn and Sebastian absent, he would have no choice but to go back home.

He couldn’t ask Evelyn. She had enough with taking care of Anne. It would be beyond selfish to inflict himself upon her too. But every fibre of his being called out to stay with her. Anything but go back…

Back home to the family who neglected and left him to his own devices.

Back home to the parents that would’ve no doubt heard about this years antics.

Back to a house he had to call home.

His fingers dug into the flesh of Eves arm as his stomach dropped. His arms brought her closer to his chest, the pressure around her becoming less comforting and more…possessive.

“You’re worried about Sebastian…” she stated, unknowing just how wrong she was. He did care for his friend, he did.

But that family…

That house…

He felt a throbbing in his head. A reminder of the lack of sleep he now suffered, thinking about going back there. The nightmares that plagued his sleep each night since the realisation he had to return.

“Yes…” he lied, the guilt eating at him.

“We’ll find him.” She mumbled and pulled away from him slightly. He felt her breath against his chin, indicating she was looking up at him.

She was so small. So vulnerable. So why did he want her to save him?

“Come on…let’s try and get some sleep”

“No!” He barked releasing her completely and taking a step back. “No…no I can’t…” he spoke with a slightly more level tone, though the panic was clear.

“Are you- Ominis…are you okay?” She asked softly. He would tell her right? Their friendship hadn’t devolved that much, had it?

But as he stammered and stumbled over his words, his breath becoming ragged and heavy, she realised…it had.

“You can still talk to me…Ominis” she said quietly “I know a lot has happened this year but-“

“It’s not…” his eyes screwed up as though he were seeing something he wanted to get rid of. Wanted to push deep down. He sighed heavily “…it’s not you. I…Has Sebastian ever told you about the nightmares I used to have?”

“No…are they back?” Immediately she was back at his side, a comforting hand at his elbow and a sympathetic tone.

Ominis simply chuckled…

“I’m surprised he didn’t tell you. Told you everything else about me” a dry almost bitter smirk pulled at his lips before it instantly faded.

He shouldn’t mock a ‘friend’ whose current absense was partially his fault.

“…they are. I’ve been…struggling to sleep again” his head lowered slightly in shame “Sebastian, he…he was a great help back in first year…”

Evelyn hadn’t seen Ominis like this before. She’d seen him angry, disappointed, happy. She’d even seen him sad but this was…different. There was a wistful way about him, like he reminiscing but it…hurt him. He choked out a laugh and shook his head.

“I shouldn’t keep you…if you want to sleep then you shoul-“

“What did he do?” She interrupted, grabbing his elbow as he tried to move away from her. “To help you…What did Sebastian do?”

“Nothing. He would just…be there. Any time I woke up, screaming, sweating…his voice was the first I’d hear. If it even got that far…” Ominis laughed as a memory resurfaced “…sometimes he said he could hear when I was in a nightmare. He used to stay up reading late even before Anne was cursed so if he heard it before I woke up, he’d climb into bed with me and just…lay there. Bit of a shock the first time but…”

That same wistful sadness took over his features again.

“…It was grounding. Having a presence there.” Ominis concluded with a sigh.

There was a silence between them that stretched in for eternity whilst Evelyn contemplated saying what she wanted to…

“I could stay with you…if you think that would help” she offered delicately.

“I can’t ask that of you. I-it would be improper…” Ominis fumbled over his words. Thoughts of Evelyn replacing Sebastian in his mind sent him reeling.

Her body laying next to him.

Her heat warming his side.

Her fingers tapping gently on his shoulder.

“If you’re worried about my virtue, you needn’t…” she laughed softly “…I simply meant you could sleep on one of the sofas, I’ll sleep on the floor. And if you need me, then I’m right there…”

Ominis couldn’t believe his ears. How easily she had agreed to this, she would definitely house him over the summer. He just had to ask…

…but he couldn’t. That was selfish and she had enough to deal with.

He’d personally cared for Anne over the past few weeks. He knew how difficult it was, mainly due to How she would be doing it alone. Because there is no way once his mother had her claws in him she would let him go before term starts again.

He gulped once more…

“We could try…though I will sleep on the floor” Ominis bargained, a charming smile tugging at his lips, lopsided and definitely tinged with apprehension.

“Always the gentleman…” her voice was accompanied by a gentle hand on his chest. Her touch equally as soft as her voice. He could feel it lulling him to sleep even now, stood perfectly upright in the cold alcoved window. Her hand drifted away and he felt her move towards the couches a little further into the Common Room. The sounds of blankets softly thumping to the ground and pillows being plumped filled his ears, along with the steady snap and crackle of the ever-burning fire.

“Not all the time…” he smirked, settling into the little nest she had built for him. As he sat, padding and preening at the surprisingly comfortable floor he could feel her inches away, doing the exact same on the hard cushioned sofa. “But for you? Always”

Evelyn tried to suppress the blush she felt in her cheeks, failing miserably. Not that it mattered, he couldn’t see it anyway. But he chuckled like he could…

“Goodnight, Ominis” she whispered, propped up on her arms, watching as he lay back against the cushions and ‘stared’ up at the ceiling, unblinking.

“I’m right here…” she added, allowing her arm to fall out of the blankets she’d tucked around herself. Her hand found his and give him a single squeeze.

She’d planned to leave it at that. A simple gesture that she wasn’t going anywhere.

But his knuckled turned white as he return the gesture.

And the pressure steadily increased around her fingers. Until she ran her thumb along the back of his hand. Then it stilled.

“Goodnight…Evie”

-

Evelyn fell asleep relatively quickly, his hand becoming a comforting gesture after the initial possessive grasp.

Ominis, however, lay in silence and darkness. Terrified of what awaited him when his body eventually succumbed to fatigue.

He’d released her hand quite a few minutes ago. A decision he’d made hastily when he heard her whimper softly in her sleep and her hand twitched back towards her body.

He regretted that decision.

Because though he could hear her steady breathing above him…it wasn’t enough. He’s grown far too accustomed to her touch and he’d gone without it for weeks now.

With a heavy sigh, he sat up…

…and was immediately greeted with her hand hovering static above him,

Her fingers brushed against his face as he collided with it. He was startled for a second. Till he smelt the rose perfume upon her wrist, faint and worn with the late hour. But unmistakably…her

Those same finger twitched against his cheek as she woke with a start.

“You okay?” She muttered somewhat breathless and sleepily.

“Yes…” he exhaled “…I was just trying to get more comfortable”

“Hmmm” - was all she replied with, her hand finding his again as he continued to sit up.

This was better. They were the same level.

He just needed her…closer.

So he sat up, wrapped the blanket around his legs and leant against the arm of the couch. The same arm that, Evelyn rest her head upon. He could feel her warm breath against his neck as she slipped easily back into her slumber. If he turned his head slightly, the tiny sighs that left her ghosted his cheek.

And that consistent soothing flow and her warm fingers tangled with his was enough to tip him over the edge.

His eyes grew too heavy to fight against.

And he found himself confronted with…dreamless sleep.

-

The next day brought the end of year. And with it, The House Cup ceremony.

There was a distinct air of misery as everyone filtered into the Great Hall.

With Evelyn and Ominis sleeping side by side, they spent the morning together, neither willing or wanting to be alone.

So when they took their seat with the other fifth years on Slytherins table, the tension was palpable. Further down the table the first years chatted happily, discussing who gained the most points for the House and if it would be enough for them to win.

In stark contrast, where they were sat was sombre.

Obviously, Ominis and Evelyn were miserable. That was almost a given with these last few months.

But Imelda also sat stoic and unsmiling. She’d gotten quite close with Evelyn, sharing a dorm with her, the time trials, listening to her problems. And despite what many would say about Imelda, she was surprisingly empathic. Not in the usual way of caring and consideration. Instead she got angry for Evelyn.

She didn’t know the full extent of Sebastian’s absence, just that it’s hurt Evelyn exponentially, at a time when she least needed it. And it wasn’t like her and Sebastian were completely strangers. In third year, he was positively ecstatic about Quidditch. They’d bonded over their shared enthusiasm for the sport and gotten close.

But as with everything else, Anne’s curse made it all come crumbling down.

So if Imelda wasn’t having a good time…no one was.

The potent mix of Ominis’ blank expressionless stare and Imelda’s fury meant no fun was to be had at the Slytherin table.

That was only further reinforced when the illustrious Headmaster decided to address everyone.

“This year we have seen our students exemplify the bravery of Godric Gryffindor-“

A chorus of cheers and hollers cut the Headmaster off before he even had the chance to start. Above them all, Evelyn could hear Garreth shouting over everyone else. His enthusiasm bought a reluctant smile to her face and when she looked over the far table, she saw him stood, banging the table in jubilation. Professor Weasley shook her head, but a distinct amused smirk graced her lips.

“Allow me to finish!” The Headmaster snapped, though the cheers didn’t die down. They only grew worse as each house joined from their respective founder…

“- The Loyalty of Helga Hufflepuff - ”

A chorus of cheers from the Hufflepuffs added to the Gryffindors.

“- The Wisdom of Rowena Ravenclaw - ”

A respectful cluster of claps joined the other two

“- and The Ambition of Salazar Slytherin - ”

…and nothing. Though the boastful tone Headmaster Black took on carried the pride of the entirity of Slytherin. A small group of first year clapped excitedly. But no one else did. The collective misery of the table spreading quickly.

And Evelyn saw Ominis tense up, just in front of him. He turned himself away from the pedestal, Evelyn just catching the way his eyes rolled in exasperation.

“And so the winner of this years’s house cup…” The pride in the Headmasters voice already strongly suggested who the winner was…

“Excuse me, Headmaster” Professor Weasley interrupted, earning a derisory sneer from Black. “If I may: one particular students heroism during the attack in Hogwarts, not to mention the level to which they have excelled in their coursework, as a new student no less-“

Evelyn could feel eyes on her from all around her, boring into the back of her head. She instinctively leaned towards Ominis, hoping his natural ability to repel unwanted attention would extend to her.

It didn’t…

“Well it would seem that it certainly merits, I’d say, 100 points to their house? - wouldn’t you agree?”

“Ah. Yes, thank you, Professor Weasley”

“I suppose we have our winner” Black announced heartily as the banners above them fluttered to a deep emerald green.

And despite the other houses losing, they all cheered…for her.

Garreth was the first at her side, his hands wrapping around her waist and hoisting her off the bench. He squeezed, tickling her side slightly, earning a forced giggled from deep in her chest.

Poppy was next. Her hands clasped Evelyn’s forearms and she spun them around before embracing her.

Then Amit, and Natty, then Lucan and soon the other tables were empty and the Slytherins were engulfed by every other student.

In the busy hubbub, Evelyn had lost her bearings. She turned to find Ominis, to celebrate, to ground herself, to have an excuse to leave.

But he was gone. Seat empty and no sign of him at all.

It was only when she spun around in desperation did she see the slightly messier than usual mop of blonde hair leaving the Great Hall.

She made her excuses to those who clung to her, but mostly she just pushed through the crowd.

She had to see him.

-

From a distance everything seemed fine.

Ominis, for once, stood tall between the giant House hourglasses.

It was only as Evelyn got closer could she hear the irregular and ragged breath that left him in short sharp bursts.

“Ominis…” she called softly

“Sebastian is the poster child for Slytherin” he snapped seemingly out of no where

“Ambition. Pride…that was his downfall. And they’re celebrating it” he whipped around quickly gesturing wildly in the direction of the Great Hall. His chest heaved wildly. She’d only ever seen him like this when they confronted Sebastian.

“It’s okay…” Evelyn soothed “…they’re just children. They don’t know what they’re celebrating”

“It’s Black!” Ominis shouted “You heard how he delighted at the notion of Slytherin winning. The Pride in his voice.”

Ominis scoffed and began pacing along the hourglasses, his hands shaking.

“You are so loved…” he breathed, coming to a stop once more in front of her “…More so than anyone else in Hogwarts. And I’m happy for you…”

“But…” she finished for him, a single laugh leaving his lips as he shook his head.

“…It just feels as though…anything Slytherin touches…gets ruined. Except you. And I’m terrified that the thing that will ruin you…is just…waiting…”

She was such a positive force for good.

A Muggle-Born Slytherin.

Not prideful or boastful. Just cunning and quick, using those things for good, not the continuation of generation long prejudices.

She was good.

And he didn’t want her spoiled.

What if she was?

What if it was him?

He spiralled, the only thing he could hear and focus on was his own ragged breath in his ears.

Until her tiny delicate hand reached his chest, his heartbeat thundering against her fingertips.

“Shhhh…” Evelyn hummed “…you’re good. And I have you…”

“I am not good, Evelyn. That blood…it sits within me waiting. I’ve done awful things and sometimes it feels like it’s only a matter of time”

Evelyn’s jaw tightened and her brows furrowed. Though he can’t see the anger he has caused in her, he would certainly feel it.

She gripped his face, possibly harsher than she should have and forced him towards her. After she stared into his sightless translucent eyes she realised the action was fruitless. He couldn’t see how adamant she was. But he would feel it.

“You. Are. Good” she muttered through her teeth.

It’s like she knew he was going back to his family. She didn’t. He hadn’t told her. She had enough to deal with…

“Evelyn…” he started

“No!” She released his face with a huff, and smacked his chest with an open palm “No. You are good. You have helped me so much this year…you have done so much, you…”

She sighed.

His face remained unchanging whilst he listened to her pleas. And though he didn’t believe what she said her conviction broke through to him and he found the weight on his chest alleviate slightly.

“Can we…please…” her tone was pleading as she continued to beg, her forehead pressed to his chest “…please…just have one last day like it used to be? Before I have to go back to a home that has no magic”

He couldn’t do this.

There was no way he could go six weeks without her. No contact at all.

Let me help you

Let me stay

Let me be another burden

He swallowed down every thought that rose into his mind, his throat bobbing as he gulped.

“Of course we can” Ominis whispered into her hair, his arms wrapping around her middle and pulling her tightly to him.

Maybe he could stay like this.

And just never let her go.

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Imogen believes the Selwyns don't engage in House-of-Black-style erasure of undesirable family members, where even mention of their names are stricken from family records. It's a point of... not pride, so much, but something, definitely... that her family is at least less morally bankrupt than the Blacks.

Her belief is incorrect. (Not on being better than the Noble House of Incest, morally speaking - that's a bar so low only the Gaunts managed to dig under it.) There is at least one notable instance of the Selwyn family metaphorically blasting someone off their family tree, and it produced the character I created for the Hogwarts Legacy game.

Cyril Selwyn was the scion of the family: first-born, talented, likeable... a little eccentric, but still a marked improvement over the youngest son, Silvanus, who seemed determined to affiliate the Selwyn name with unsavory characters (and was then killed during the course of the HL game). Then Cyril went and broke off a betrothment to a lovely young pure-blood to elope with a muggle, of all things. His parents not only disowned him but destroyed any evidence of his existence. The inheritance went to their second child, Imogen's Great-Great-Great Grandfather.

Meanwhile, Cyril and his wife, Mandy, had a daughter they named Cecilia Seraiah Selwyn. She went on to be my HL character (the one who killed Silvanus aka her uncle), and if Imogen had any idea an ancestor of hers had the ability to wield a powerful, mysterious form of magic so ancient even the knowledge of its existence was lost to time? She would go absolutely out of her mind with jealousy. Which was precisely why I made Cecilia a Selwyn, of course.

#ringedstar #the world isn't split into good people and death eaters ( headcanon ) #i did not teach you this ( verse ) #help will always be given at hogwarts to those who ask for it ( answered ) #whatever you say blood's important ( family ) #you would be wise not to underestimate this student ( cecilia )

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Hogwarts is in Scotland, therefore the Scottish (and Irish and Welsh students), by virtue of “bonded through English oppression” most definitely say “oy, these bloody English” whenever an English classmate gets the answer to a question wrong. Minerva McGongall, proud highlands woman, tacitly pretends not to hear. This is all well and good, until one day Harry (who is technically English-raised via geography but is also a proud desi boy with absolutely zero reason to like the English) accidentally lets slip in snape’s class “oy, these bloody English” after Snape says something particularly mean to Neville. Snape loses his shit. So does the class. It becomes another iconic “no need to call me sir, professor” Harry moment

#mod des #Harry Potter headcanon #English kids may be the majority at Hogwarts but also they’re in Scotland #on the Scottish student’s home turf #and thus very much the minority in every way that matters #desi harry potter #hari potter #snape #Snape #severus snape #hari making fun of Snape my beloved #Harry Potter #also fuck jk Rowling she’s a transphobe

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pairing: theodore nott x gn!reader

credits for idea: this fic was highly inspired by @colablue 's fic "theodore nott meeting you headcanons."

word counting: 779

notes: it is so fluffy oml. theo is being an adorable little love strucked puppy!! :) also, this is my first fanfic ever so don't judge hahaha. just enjoy reading it and please leave a like if you enjoyed!

after a week of adjusting to hogwarts, classes start going again. professors were making seating plans, talking about everyone's summer, or going straight into the syllabus for this year.

it was your third period of the day, charms. and you saw your best friend walking in, you waved and signaled that she could sit next to you. before she could though, theodore nott took her seat instead. your friend looked confused, but you were even confuser. you shrugged your shoulders and mouthed an apology. she just gave an empathetic smile, knowing your problems with the slytherin boy.

at the start of your education at hogwarts, you always felt like you did something to upset theodore. he looked at you with those cold, scary-looking eyes and it made you very nervous. even your friends notice his starings and they only confirm your suspicions: theodore despices you.

your best friend took a seat a few tables away from you, and professor flitwick started his lesson. your eyes kept shooting glances at theo. he was now looking to his book in front of him, but it didn't look like he was actually reading. his knee was shaking what made you kinda of feel bad for him, but you were also trying to figure out why he even chose to sit next to you.

you kept wondering if he was finally going to confront you or at least tell you what you did to wrong him. but no, complete silence from the boy. you did feel his eyes on you from time to time like he was observing you, or maybe he was making a plan on how to kill you, because that's what it looked like to you.

the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the lesson. the professor said something about an assignment but his voice was overpowered by students packing up their bags and chairs scratching the wooden floor. "theodore, wait-" but when you looked up, he was already out of the door. "why is he so fast?" you mumbled then threw your stuff in your bag and rushed after him.

"theodore!" you yelled after him and this time theo actually heard. he turned around slowly, his cold gaze fixated on you. he didn't say anything, that seemed his thing, but he did show that he was listening. you took a deep breath and spoke softly, "did i do anything to upset you? you keep looking at me like you're angry at me. because if i did upset you, i'm so sorry!" you were talking very fast and theo blinked to process what you were sayinh. after an awkward silence, he said with a smile on his face, "you haven't done anything wrong." his voice sounded hoarse from but also very soft and soothing in some way. before you could say or ask anything else, he walked up to you and took your books out of your hands. he then started walking away, leaving you confused.

he turned around when he realized you weren't following him. he looked at you and nodded his head, signaling to follow him. you sighed and caught up with him. you looked up at him and then at your shoes, trying to suppress a smile.

theo saw your smile and didn't say anything, but he did smirk. his posture changed, conveying his newfound confidence now that he had made you smile. he walked with you to your next class without saying a word. you didn't say anything either, the silence was kinda peaceful, not at all awkward.

theo stopped once you had arrived at your next class. he tilted his head and examined your face intently. "you're intriguing, you know that? there's something about you..." he trailed off, contemplating the best way to express his feelings and thoughts. you took him out of his haze by taking your books from his hands, slightly touching his hand accidentally. you were smiling up at him and slightly blushing when you said, "thank you for walking with me. but i suggest you hurry to your own class... i don't want you to be late." theo chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "see you, theodore." you wanted to turn away but he spoke up yet again, "it's theo." you turned back and nodded, "alright... then, see you theo." he smiled and gave you one last look before leaving for his own class.

you watched him walk away before going inside of your class. you took a seat far in the back where you thought about your encounter with theo. so he didn't hate you.... he was intrigued by you. and to be fair, it made you blush all over again.

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