Pure Inheritance ~ Ominis Gaunt

Part 3

- I missed this - he murmured-. I missed you.

She felt the warmth surround her.

- I missed you too.

- I am sorry I didn't keep in touch – he rubbed his face with one hand-. I didn't know what to say.

- It's ok.

- It's not – he leaned forward and found the lace on her dress. He put his hand over her thigh and pushed upwards, trying to find her waist, her shoulder, her arm, and lastly her hand -. I want to do this again. Soon.

- But... you said we should not be seen together.

He gave a small squeeze to her hand.

- Would it be offensive if I told you "Nobody has to know"?

- It would be extremely offensive- she squeezed him back and let go of him-. Although I understand the thought behind it, I will not hide from your parents. Especially not when you are engaged. 

- I just don't want to lose another friend. Sebastian has my family's approval to be my friend, but I don't see how I can meet you otherwise. It sounds silly that a grown man needs his family's permission, but that's how it is.

- I just don't think that is a good idea. I want to meet you again. Of course, I do! But if they find out you have been sneaking around...

- That won't happen- he said in a harsh whisper.

- You don't know that.

He tried to wind her up.

- You sound scared of them.

- I am scared that I'll rip their vocal cords out if they EVER call me mud blood again.

Ominis let his smile fall at the mention of that last encounter. He was still leaning forward, trying to feel her smell and warmth. She was right, of course, and he was being immature.

But this felt ridiculously good. Like going back in time and sharing those moments of whispered secrets in the solitude of Undercroft, sharing a butterbeer in Hogsmeade, or just keeping quiet while sitting in the Transfiguration Courtyard in the middle of the night.

Sometimes Sebastian was there, sometimes he wasn't.

Sometimes, they both liked to skim past the point of no return in their friendship, but never quite made it far enough or at all.

But that was in the past. He needed to wake up and man up.

- Very well – he resolved to stop the encounter right there.

MC flinched at this motion and watched him put his clothes back on with elegance and without faltering.

- Are you disappointed?

- No – his face was wiped of all feelings-. Perhaps this is for the best.

She stood up to hand him his coat.

- It was good to see you, MC – his voice was unyielding and sharp.

Ominis put on his coat and headed for the door without the guidance of his wand. His hand reached for the lock and opened the door without making a sound.

- Ominis! - She didn't want him to leave. Not like that.

Her voice, the alarm fastened to his name, was provoking. He felt as if leaving her behind was final and the pain of it was almost physical. His entire body shook with the want to go back to the table and lose himself in her presence. Merlin, he was weak.

With a grunt unbecoming of his name, he slammed the door in front of him and turned to face her.

He took a deep breath to ground himself.