What He Noticed First part 2
Ominis Gaunt x fem reader/MC
Summary: Ominis finds himself dealing with a lot of complicated feelings, especially when he realizes he has a crush on the new fifth year.
A/n: Thank you everyone who read part 1! I was not expecting so much support/interest. Thank you @minichrismd for the help! This part is written from the reader’s/MC’s perspective and is fluffier with a happy ending. Enjoy! ☺️ tags: @rascal-20 @stuck-on-writing
Your head tilted to the side as you watched Ominis march off into the dark corridor. You considered chasing after him, but with the way he’s been avoiding you lately, you worried that your presence would only upset him further.
Ominis has never been what anyone would consider open, especially not with you, he seemed to keep all his feelings and thoughts bottled up. Very rarely he’d share what was going on in his head when the two of you would talk.
He always was the one to ask questions, constantly curious about you, but oblivious that you were just as curious about him.
You had hoped becoming closer friends with Sebastian would also bring you closer to Ominis. The way Sebastian talked about their friendship, their secrets, their bond, the more you wanted to become part of that world, their world.
When Sebastian spoke tonight of their time in The Undercroft, you imagined yourself experiencing something similar with them, even if it was just simply sneaking away to practice spells or play Gobstones.
With a long sigh, you slowly walked towards the common room.
The school year had just begun and already things were getting rather complicated, not that you were expecting anything to be easy after learning that you can see ancient magic, but boy troubles should’ve been the least of your worries.
Over the next few days, you focused on school work and completing the first task presented by Professor Rakham.
Ominis had continued to keep his distance, taking a different seat in every class. You weren’t sure how he seemed to know exactly where you were, even when you were as silent as a mouse.
One morning, you received an owl from Professor Weasley asking you to meet with her for an assignment. As you paced around in the hall, you thought about what she had in her letter.
You froze, wide eyed, when a grand door with an intricate design materialized out of nowhere.
“What’s this?” You mused.
“Already found it, I see,” Professor Weasley smiled as she joined you. “This is the room of requirement. Seldom few seem to find it.”
Another secret room, you thought to yourself as you wandered through the vast and cluttered space. Hogwarts truly was full of surprises it seemed.
Professor Weasley shared her story about how she and a house elf named Deeks discovered the room while she was in school. She had decided to share it with you, so you could use it as a place to study and catch up with your class work.
She advised you to close your eyes and that the room would become exactly what you needed.
When you opened your eyes, you gasped. The room that formed around you was incredible, the high ceilings, the beautiful details and designs, it was all absolutely stunning. It was literally something out of your very dreams.
Standing in the center, you slowly turned taking in all the details. Already you were feeling giddy about spending hours here honing your skills.
You paused as one of the paintings caught your attention. Your face began to burn as you spotted a familiar face amongst the random paintings and portraits. Hanging in the middle of the wall was a portrait of Ominis, his head resting on his hand. From the expression on his face, it seemed as though he was in deep thought.
You quickly glanced at Professor Weasley, who fortunately hadn’t noticed the portrait and instead was busy chatting Deeks.
“Why are you here?” You whispered to yourself. It was puzzling that there would be a painting of him, while the rest were of random wizards and witches.
Moving closer to it, you studied Ominis’s face. The image had captured every little freckle and beauty mark of his. You almost felt like you could reach out and touch him. He closed his eyes and a small serene smile formed on his face that made your heart flutter, but under your fingertips all you felt was canvas.
Perhaps that’s why, being near him again was one of the things you were longing for the most, this was likely the room’s way of making that happen.
As Professor Weasley approached you to start your lessons on Transfiguration, the Ominis in the painting wisely slipped away, saving you from any sort of embarrassment.
“Ready to begin,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
The following day, you found a seat in the back row behind Ominis who was all the way in the front. You stared ahead, watching him. A couple of weeks ago he would’ve saved the seat next to him. It bothered you more than you cared to admit.
“You should count your lucky stars, he's blind,” Sebastian muttered, taking the vacant seat next to you.
You gave him an irritated look, before returning your attention to Ominis.
“Honestly, it’s pathetic watching you pine for him,” he explained. “The whole school is going to know about it before he does.”
You groaned, shrinking in your seat, were you really that obvious?
“Go talk to him,” Seb urged.
“We haven’t talked since that night outside at the Undercroft,” you whispered as Professor Weasley slowly walked past you and Sebastian. “I think he’s still mad at me.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes, “His bark is worse than his bite, trust me. Underneath it all, he’s quite forgiving.”
You sighed, hoping Sebastian was right about that. You continued to stare at the back of Ominis’s head, trying to figure out how to mend things with him.
Suddenly, Seb started chuckling, his body shaking slightly beside you as he tried to contain himself.
“What’s gotten into you now?” You pressed.
“Just occurred to me that you probably wouldn’t mind if he did bite you,” He teased.
“Ugh,” you scoffed disgustedly, giving him a playful shove with your elbow. You must have pushed him harder than you meant to because he lost his balance and fell backwards out of his seat.
“Mr. Sallow,” Professor Weasley reprimanded. “Having trouble staying in your seat again?”
A few students giggled as Sebastian stood up and dusted himself off. “Sorry, Professor.”
Your heart skipped a beat as Ominis turned in his seat slightly, wondering what was going on in the back of the classroom with Sebastian. You really were pathetic, you thought to yourself.
Back in the Room of Requirement, you tended to your Mallowsweet plant as you worried about your predicament with Ominis.
Sebastian was right about a few things this afternoon, one being your attraction to Ominis and the other being that you needed to talk to him. However, that was easier said than done. You weren’t even sure right now if he’d be willing to hear you out.
You glanced over your shoulder at his portrait, the Ominis in the painting was resting his head on his folded arms, taking a nap. His hair was adorably disheveled as he slept. You wished you could brush back the strands hanging in his face.
You had to do something, you didn’t want things to continue down this trajectory, but the only way to fix any of this mess was to do something, anything.
Your best bet would be asking Sebastian for help. He’d be the one who could convince Ominis to at least meet with you. You’d figure out the rest.
You played with the sleeves of your robe as you waited for Ominis in the Transfiguration Courtyard.
A cool autumn breeze rustled the leaves of the trees as it passed. Several other students were out enjoying the mild weather, sitting around the fountain reading books and chatting.
You had stayed up all night imagining how this could go. You thought about what you would say, what he would say. You hoped for the best, but expected the worst, heartbreak.
You took in a deep breath as you saw Ominis. As usual he was hard to read, his expression remained blank as he headed towards you.
“Hello Ominis,” you said.
He hesitated with his response as a wave of vanilla carried by the wind greeted him too.
“Y/n,” he finally replied, his lips pressing together in a tight line.
“Thanks for meeting with me.”
“Sebastian was quite persistent on your behalf,” he muttered. “So what did you want to talk about?” He asked, getting straight to the point.
“I-“ you frowned, looking from side to side, there were too many people here. “I-I wanted to show you something.”
Ominis lifted a brow and gave you a questioning look. “Alright,” he agreed reluctantly. “Lead the way.”
You led him towards the direction of the Astronomy Tower. The walk was quiet, filled with tension, you still didn’t quite understand why he was being so cold to you.
Ominis furrowed his brow, wondering why you brought him to the middle of some random hall. “Why are we stopping here?”
Being blind meant that he had mesmerized Hogwarts’ entire floor plan, it took time, lots of time, but it was necessary.
“Just give it a moment,” you explained.
He perked up when he heard the wall beginning to shift and change. Reaching out, he felt wood instead of cold stone, his fingers tracing over the grain and patterns that had magically appeared down towards the handles.
Pushing the doors open, you followed Ominis inside. By the echo of yours and his footsteps, he could tell the space was large with a high ceiling.
“What is this place?” He asked, carefully moving about the room.
“The Room of Requirement,” you shared. “Not quite as secret as the Undercroft, but still relatively unknown to most.”
He nodded, taking it all in, he paused in front of your potions station, it smelled of leech juice. “Brewing Maxima potion?”
“Yes,” you replied. “I’ve been using this space to catch up on class work.”
As Ominis continued his self guided tour, you tried to work up the nerve to tell him. It seemed so much easier when you thought of this plan yesterday, but the words just wouldn’t come out.
“So,” Ominis started, turning towards you. “What was it that you wanted to talk about?”
“I- um-“ you sighed, frustrated. You want to lose this chance, but you were just sputtering like an idiot.
But before Ominis could finish his sentence, you pressed your lips to his. Your hands gripped the front of his robes and pulled him closer.
The kiss took Ominis by complete surprise. He didn’t exactly kiss back, but he didn’t stop you either. He was in such shock that his poor mind struggled to accept the fact that you were actually kissing him.
The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, before you slowly parted. Shyly, you looked at him. The expression on Ominis’s face was priceless, his eyes were wide, cheeks tinted pink, and his jaw was hanging open.
You rubbed the back of your neck, “Sorry, that’s not exactly what I had planned to do, but I was worried I’d lose my nerve.”
Ominis blinked, still processing the last few seconds. “What?”
“I like you,” you finally admitted. “A lot, and it’s been driving me crazy that you’re not-“
“You like me?” He repeated.
“I do,” you confirmed in a small voice.
Clearing his throat, Ominis smoothed out his robes and licked his lips nervously, “I like you too.”
He hated how childish and simple the words sounded, originally when he had planned to confess, he had a more eloquent speech prepared, but at least he finally confessed. And he couldn’t even begin to describe the relief he felt knowing you liked him too.
Cautiously, he reached out, fingers extended as he tried to find your face. He swallowed thickly, as the pad of his index finger brushed over your lips.
His touch was so light that it made you shiver. His hand traveled lower, palm resting on your neck. Ominis closed his eyes and tilted his head.
As he leaned forward, you met him the rest of the way. This kiss was slower, more tender. His lips were so soft and plush as they moved against yours.
“I’m sorry for avoiding you,” he murmured, with his eyes still closed. “I was… I was jealous of how close you and Sebastian were becoming.”
Ominis buried his nose in your hair and inhaled deeply, drowning in the scent of vanilla. “I just want to be close to you.”
The next afternoon, you and Ominis walked into the Great Hall hand in hand. All morning the two of you had been attached at the hip. You had explained to Ominis that you both had to make up for lost time and he was happy to oblige.
“Ah, there’s the happy couple,” Sebastian greeted as you and Ominis sat across from him. “I believe I deserve some thanks for this,” his gaze drifted over to Ominis. “One of you is terribly stubborn.”
“More stubborn than you?” Ominis questioned. His hand remained clasped with yours during lunch. Both of you idly conversed with Sebastian and each other while you ate.
“I’ve got Herbology next,” Ominis pouted. “Dreadful subject.”
“Want to meet in The Undercroft after classes?” You asked, leaning close and whispering in his ear. Ominis smiled sweetly as he felt your breath tickling his ear.
“Of course,” he replied and then kissed your cheek.
“Ugh,” Sebastian scrunched his face in disgust and pushed his plate away with part of an unfinished sandwich, “Think I liked it better when the two of you weren’t talking.”
You kicked him under the table. “Maybe we should stop talking to you, then,” you joked.
“Go ahead,” he retorted. “Might spare me from having to hear and see all this lovey dovey nonsense.”
You laughed, “Didn’t know you were so easily offended, Sallow.”
Ominis shook his head, “he’s a real prude, no better than any of the professors.”
“Hey,” Sebastian shouted.
“Come on,” Ominis started, rising from his seat and offering you his hand again. “I’ll walk with you to your next class.”
“Come on,” Ominis started, rising from his seat and offering you his hand again. “I’ll walk with you to your next class.”
Ominis shook his head, “he’s a real prude, no better than any of the professors.”
“Hey,” Sebastian shouted.
“Come on,” Ominis started, rising from his seat and offering you his hand again. “I’ll walk with you to your next class.”
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