Little Snake - A Black Legacy

Chapter Twenty Two - Sunny Sunday

"Hazel?" he called anxiously, putting aside the book he had been reading with his wand and standing up. When she did not answer and he heard only short breaths, he hurried to the door and knocked. "Hazel, what's going on? Do you need help?" he called out. He heard the lock click, opened the door and let his vision pass over his eyes. He blushed a little when he perceived that she was standing in front of him in undergarments, but his embarrassment disappeared when he realized what was going on. The corset was too tightly laced.

"Calm down, I'll help you" he murmured, fiddling with the corset's laces. He tried hard not to think about the fact that he could feel her body heat through the thin fabric. When he had finished and she had taken a few deep breaths, he took away his hand, which he had placed reassuringly on her back, and discreetly turned around. It was, of course, only for the reason that she didn't feel so exposed and not to hide his red head.

"Are you all right?" he asked sheepishly. "By all Gods, if I wasn't so grateful to you right now, I'd die of embarrassment," she muttered, clinging to the edge of the sink. "Th-that's what I'm doing for you right now. Everything okay now?" he murmured. She giggled a little breathlessly and turned to him, kissing him on the cheek from behind and putting a hand on his arm.

"Thank you. Hey, remember, you already sensed me half naked when you healed my wounds. And I don't regret that!" she laughed softly and pushed him away from the door to close it again. "I don't regret that either!" he called after her, shaking his head.

When she finally came out, she was wearing a white blouse with ruffles on the collar and sleeves, over it a green vest with lacing in the front and a matching green skirt, which looked two-layered, with ruffles at the end of each layer, which reached to her ankles. Underneath were tights and black boots. It was quite a simple and feminine outfit.

As she grabbed her brush from the nightstand, Ominis took it from her hand. As the brush got tangled in the charred strands, she sighed wistfully. "Is there a hair salon in Hogsmeade? We really need to do something about these charred strands. It looks horrible!" she moaned unhappily. Ominis smiled and carefully tried to brush out the charred bits. He succeeded only a little. "It's bad enough I still have to wear this bandage and this patch," she sighed.

Ominis ran his hand delicately over the plaster on her left cheek. "It's only half bad, darling. We can go straight to Madam Snellings first. She can definitely help you there, my darling" he assured her in a warm voice. She sighed.

"Thanks. Sorry if I mess up your whole plans for the day" she said apologetically, but he shook his head. "It's all good" he laughed softly. "I honestly didn't really have that much in mind when I asked you. I just wanted to spend time with you and get your mind off things" he confessed with a smile.

She sighed when he touched her cheek, grabbed his hand and gave him a kiss on the back of it. "You are so sweet to me" she sighed smiling. He tied her hair ribbon once again in a way that kept her hair out of her face, but open flowed down her back and then hugged her from behind.

"We both deserve some happiness, don't you think, my little snake?" he murmured in her ear, laughing softly as she shivered and then leaned against him. "You're probably right" she laughed softly.

When he let go of her, she turned around and carefully put her arms around his neck, not ready to let him go yet. Ominis laughed and put his hands on her hips. "A little clingy today, milady?" he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. In response, she stretched a bit to kiss him gently. "Today? Always" she replied, smiling. "I love you" he replied. "And I love you" she answered.