Hey! I have an idea for a small fanfic! I love the idea of our favorite characters participating the Yule ball đ„ș I imagine something fluffy and cute. Everyone is excited but Ominis. He says that he hates those kind of parties and thinks it's useless. But in reality, he is just scared to be laughed at since no one taught him how to dance. Maybe MC can help him out even though he refused categorically first? (And I imagine a funny moment, where Garreth is a MACHINE on the dance floor and helps Ominis loosen up a bit) (Sorry it's a long paragraph đ
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Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x MC
Genre: Fluff, teensy bit of angst if you look at it under a microscope
Summary: MC teaches Ominis how to dance for the upcoming Yule Ball.
âSurely you canât be serious, Ominis?! Itâs the Yule Ball, it only comes around every five years, you must go!â MC exclaimed. âI was quite serious when I first told you I would not be going. You must think me quite fickle if you believe I could have changed my mind a mere minute laterâ Ominis replied in a rather agitated manner.
MC looked over at Sebastian, her usual partner-in-crime when convincing Ominis into things he did not want to do. Contrary to her expectations, the brown-haired boy just held up his hands in defeat and said nothing. This was odd. If even Sebastian did not want to get involved, perhaps there truly was no hope of persuading Ominis. MC did not feel right being excited for the Yule Ball knowing one of her closest friends would not be there, left all by himself in his common room.
âWell, maybe we can just have a dance by ourselves then? Just among our friends?â MC offered hesitatingly. She really did want to go to the actual ball, but also wanted to include Ominis in some way. âThat would not do much to solve my problemâ Ominis chuckled, his expression softening. âWhat problem?â MC asked. Ominis sighed. It seemed that he would not get out of this without revealing his secret. And why bother? He had revealed worse to MC before. Next to Sebastian, there wasnât a living soul on earth who knew him like she did.
âI canât dance,â he admitted. This took MC by surprise. Ominis does not know how to dance? But he is from a prestigious family. Surely, they attended and hosted dances all the time. Meanwhile Ominis, anticipating her thoughts, continued: âmy family did not find it necessary to teach me, as I was, in their eyes, a failure.â At this, Sebastian quietly slid out of the room, obviously feeling it necessary to give Ominis some privacy for this story. âThe Gaunts do not take kindly to weaknessâ Ominis resumed, âand with me being blind and, well, less inclined towards cruelty, they found me to be the very picture of weakness.â
âOh Ominisâ MC gasped, as she quickly moved towards him and enveloped him into a hug. He was quite a bit taller than her but, as he was currently seated, and she was standing, she could rest her head on top of his, embracing him firmly. âThey are so wrong about you,â she whispered. He looked up at her and smiled, his face closer to hers than it had ever been, causing MC to blush. She loosened her grip on him slightly but did not let him go. âWhat if I taught you how to dance?â she proposed. âYour familyâs unwillingness to see your true value should not stand in the way of your enjoyment.â âIâd like that.â he replied softly, his smile widening. âIâd like that very much actually.â
And so, she did. Clumsily at first, as MC herself was not such an experienced dancer either. But âafter a series of mistakes including stepping on each other's toes, bumping into each other, and at one point Ominis tripping, and MC falling flat on top of him, making both of their faces flush to such a degree MC was thankful only she could see thisâ they completed their first flawless waltz. âWe did it!â MC exclaimed, as Ominis spun her once more until she faced him, their hands linking above their heads. âWe certainly did, thanks to you! I could kiss you!â Ominis replied. Then do, MC thought, immediately shocked at her own mind. She really had not meant to teach him how to dance because of any type of feelings. She was just being a good friend, right? But being this close to him, by themselves, seeing him laugh, feeling his hand on her waist, his other hand still holding hers⊠perhaps she did have more motive to convince him than she had admitted to herself. Perhaps the Yule Ball was not so special to her after all if he would not be there with her.
âI..thank you, itâs really nothing!â she rambled, letting his hand go and taking a step backward. âIt is somethingâ Ominis said. âIt means a lot to me. Thank you.â He looked as though he wanted to take her hand again, but he did not.
âOf course, Ominis. I am so glad I was able to be helpful to youâ MC smiled. âWell, itâs getting late! I had better head back to my own room.â And with that, she left him.
âSit still, MCâ Imelda grumbled. âYouâre messing up my hard work on your hair with all your fidgeting!â MC genuinely was trying to sit still, but she could not. She was incredibly nervous. What for, she was not entirely sure. She was just going to a dance. In her own school. With all her friends. With Ominis. Oh. At the thought of him, her heart betrayed itself by skipping a beat. He is my friend. Iâve known him for over a year, we see each other all the time. And yet. Something had irrevocably changed between them. âMC, youâre doing it again!â Imelda yelled. âI canât with this girl, Natty, you take over!â
Natsai came over laughing, holding MCâs head in place as she pinned up the remaining strands of her hair. âWe must make sure you look splendid for your first introduction to the students of Uagadou.â Natty said, obviously excited at the prospect of her former classmates visiting her new school for the Yule Ball. She continued: âAh, but I can tell your mind is not on Uagadou, or any of the other schools attending. Who has occupied your mind so that you do not even notice a niffler is pilfering your jewelry?â
MC shot up just in time to see a niffler make off with the necklace she was planning to wear tonight. âOh no!â she shouted, but she was too late. The beast had run off already, followed by a frantic Poppy, who was profusely apologizing âSorry, MC!! Fitzwilliam, come back here! Sorry!!!â
Natty laughed heartily, holding MC back from following Poppy: âMC no, your hair! Poppy will bring him back, donât worry about it!â The Gryffindor carefully added the last pin to MCâs updo. âThere, all done. Stand upâ she beckoned. MC did, slowly turning to face her friends and the mirror. She was dressed in a light blue floor length gown that lightly shimmered as she moved. Her hair, neatly pinned into place, made her look regal, like a princess from a foreign land.
âYou look beautiful! I sure wish Ominis could see you like this!â Imelda howled. âImelda!â MC reproached her. âI guess heâll have to behold your beauty in other ways⊠touch perhaps?â Imelda continued with a devilish grin. âOr smell?â Natty added, spritzing MC with perfume from an ivory bottle. The scent was deep and yet subtle, almost indistinguishably floral, like a field of white flowers that radiate light. âI have no idea whaâ âDonât start MC, naivete doesnât become youâ Imelda cut her off. âWe know all about your scandalous escapades to the boysâ dormitory to practice dancing.â âBut I reallyâ âAnyhow, itâs about time we head to the great hall. We would not want to keep anyone waiting.â And with that, Imelda led the girls out of the dormitory.
As they walked down the stairs, Poppy passed them holding Fitzwilliam the niffler. âIâll join you in a moment, no need to wait for me!â the little Hufflepuff said. âWait, who has my necklace?!â MC exclaimed frantically. âHe does,â Poppy beckoned. MC followed her gaze to see Ominis, waiting at the bottom of the stairs. âAnd thatâs our cue to leaveâ Natty nudged Imelda, giggling as they passed Ominis.
âPoppy asked that I give this to youâ Ominis held up the necklace, luckily undamaged by the nifflerâs misadventures. He looked stunning. A black tuxedo vest covered his intricately embroidered waistcoat. His hair, neatly slicked back as usual, perfectly suited and enhanced his formal look. MC descended the stairs. âYou look.. so handsomeâ she said, so quietly he may not have heard her had Ominis not had excellent hearing. âYou smell so beautifulâ he returned. âMay I?â he asked, holding up his hand. âYes.â Slowly, he touched her hair, careful not to undo anything. Moving from the top of her head down to her cheek, her chin, her shoulder, her upper arm, and eventually her hand. He smiled. âYou are beautiful.â
MC did not have the strength to respond to this, but she did not need to as he soon continued: âshall I put this on you? Turn around for me, please.â She dutifully turned, starting slightly at the cold touch of the jewelry on her skin, and Ominisâ fingers touching the back of her neck as he carefully closed the necklace clasp.
He gently spun her around to face him. âShall we, my lady?â he smiled, offering his arm to her. She gracefully took it and they walked, guided by the wand he held in his other hand.
The Great Hall was elaborately decorated, the usual floating candles complimented by endless snowflakes which seemed to dwindle downward but never reach the floor. Dozens of Christmas trees lined the walls and pillars, also covered in unmelting snow. A band made up of 3 wizards playing violins, a goblin playing the piano, and a dozen singing frogs, played merry waltzes.
As they entered the Hall, Ominis suddenly stopped. âOminis?â MC inquired. âThis is one of the dances we practiced, we should try it out!â âIâm not sure⊠Iâm not confident without my wand to guide meâŠâ he hesitated. âIâll be here to guide you, just lean on meâ MC reassured him. âYouâve done this before, in the dorm, remember?â Her words were interrupted by loud laughs and cheers coming from the dance floor. In front of them, Garreth Weasley was dancing like an absolute madman, now jumping up and down, now imitating the violin players, now ducking his face into his elbow and swinging his arms from side to side.
Despite his lack of eyesight, Ominis could tell immediately who the center of attention of such a circle may be. He chuckled. âWell, with Garreth so kindly hogging the spotlight, I believe I may be brave enough to try.â [MC wondered what this strange âspotlightâ word could possibly refer to, as such a device was certainly not in existence in 1890. Unfortunately, the author could not be bothered to find an adequate synonym, and thus MC, as well as any readers, shall have to live with this incongruency.]
The thing about Ominis is that once he was committed to doing something, he was committed. With renewed confidence, he led his partner onto the dance floor. He bowed slightly as he placed a gentle kiss onto her hand, not letting her hand go, but instead pulling her closer and commencing the waltz they had practiced. He placed his hand on her back as she placed hers on his shoulder. They stepped in unison, spinning along with the music, Ominis twirling her when appropriate and always catching her in time. He really had caught on formidably quick. MC could no longer hear the cheering crowd, could no longer see Garrethâs antics. The room spun out of focus and she could only see the face of the boy in front of her. Ominis. Her closest companion. Whom she loved. More dearly than any other friend. More dearly than... a friend at all. He was more to her than that. And something in the way he held her. The way his fingers intertwined with hers. The way he smiled down at her as though not another soul existed. Something in this look told her he felt the same. The end of the song approached. At the appropriate crescendo in the music, Ominis lifted her into his arms, spinning half a circle with her before expertly lowering her to the ground once more, supporting her waist as he dipped her low to the floor. The song came to a close.
Had MC been at all aware of her surroundings, she would have seen Natty & Poppy jumping up and down applauding them. She would have seen Sebastian high-fiving Imelda and paying her 5 galleons. He had bet her Ominis and MC would get together by the end of the night, Imelda had said it would not take that long.
But MC saw none of this. She only saw Ominis, who was still holding her and now pressed his forehead to hers. âThank you, MCâ he whispered. âI really could kiss you.â This time, she did not hesitate to reply. âThen do.â
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