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01 | a hufflepuff and a slytherin

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 2.8k

warnings: none that i can think of :]

summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn’t complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes: red velvet's yeri, ateez's san and wooyoung; mentions viviz's sinb

status: ongoing a/n: here it is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

masterlist | teaser | chapter 2

The Hogwarts Express' deafening whistle greeted you when you stepped onto the platform. Young children—witches—too young to attend the school dashed past, laughing. Huffing behind them, their parents pushed trolleys with luggage threatening to fall. The commotion was expected. Missing the train was one of your deepest fears and you were already pushing it, being as late as you were.

In hopes of finding an empty coach, you rushed towards the end of the platform. The first few coaches would be packed with the early birds. Here and there, you could recognise your friends and classmates. The flash of green robes, a glimpse of the newest Nimbus, and a familiar head of bleached blonde hair in the crowd. The thought of seeing your friends made you smile.

Until someone crashed into your back, pushing you straight into your trolley.

“Move along, L/N!” You could single out your best friend’s scream from a raucous crowd, it was as lithe as its owner.

It had been a while since you heard Yeri.

Before you could take your revenge, the young woman was already ahead and left you sputtering in her dust. Yeri shoved her trolley through people and forced them to jump away as she flashed her blinding smile over her shoulder. Shaking your head at her antics, you decided to follow her. When you stopped by Yeri’s trolley, she had already headed into the train, probably trying to find an empty seat. As you pulled up your largest suitcase onto the train, Yeri appeared in front of you.

“I found one, just three down,” she said before jumping down to the platform to get her things. “Go quickly!”

You made your way down the train with your suitcase and shoulder bag. On occasion, you pressed yourself to the wall to let other students pass. Having found the empty coach, you opened the door and haphazardly threw your bag to the luggage rack above. Mustering all your strength, you lifted your luggage and tipped it in as well. But, it seemed to be too big to fit.

To get a better view of the cabin, you climbed up on the seat with a groan. Impatient as you were, you miscalculated the effect of dragging your shoulder bag out. A terrible decision on your part.

It happened in a matter of seconds.

The corner of your suitcase in front of your eye.

Your feet slipped away from the seat.

Your left hand yanked back by force.

Your shoulder bag spilt your stationery.

You bumped back into someone.

And finally, your suitcase toppled over.

Instinct finally kicked in, you turned on your back and raised a hand over your head. You waited for the deafening thud but it never came. After taking a second to get your bearings, you glanced over your shoulder.

Your suitcase levitated an inch above the ground. A deep sigh escaped from your saviour as your suitcase finally landed on the floor. When you turned, you found a pair of glassy brown eyes staring back at you with concern.

Non-verbal spellcasting. Quick thinking. The colour yellow in your peripheral.

Chou Tzuyu.

Even in class, your brain never processed information that quickly. Yet, her name came to you in an instant.

What was worse is that you said it aloud. She looked up, expectant, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

“Hi.”

To be fair, you couldn’t fault yourself. It was hard to not fluster under her stare. After all, this is Chou Tzuyu. There wasn’t a single witch, professor, or ghost at Hogwarts that didn’t know of her brilliance.

You’ve crossed paths with her, being in the same year and all. Though, you doubt she’s ever noticed you. Maybe apart from the few times you’ve miscast a spell, started a fight or chased around your teammates. These are instances when most people notice you, but looking back, none of them shine a positive light on you. But also because you were in completely different friend circles. You spent your time at Hogwarts eating grass on the field, she spent her time at the library with her study group. You wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t know your name—

“Y/N L/N,” she said, offering you a very awkward smile. Mimicking your intonation, she finished. "Hi."

Chou Tzuyu knows your name. She’s definitely noticed you.

With your ego boosted a little, you stood up straighter.

“Hi,” you repeated out of habit, with quite some confidence. Then deflated when you realized what you did.

Tzuyu chuckled to herself before she relaxed onto the seat she was knocked into. Only now, you were aware of the precarious situation that was your own doing. You were leaning towards her, back hunched enough for your faces to touch, you’ve cornered her onto the seat. With a gulp, you pushed yourself out to the hallway to allow some distance between the pair of you. Hiding her smile, Tzuyu helped herself up as you began your round of apologies.

"I am so sorry,” you began and Tzuyu raised her hand to shake your grievances away. But you were busy scanning her for visible injuries or discomfort. “You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?”

“The seat cushioned my fall, I really am fine,” Tzuyu said as she dusted her robes off. She must have arrived early to have changed already. “Besides, it's nothing compared to your falls.”

Quidditch. Of course, that’s why she’s noticed you. You were on the Slytherin team after all. That explains… everything.

“Would you like me to help clean—”

“Oh no, not at all!” you jumped forward, took her hand and pulled her out into the hallway with you. “You’ve already saved me from a huge mess, thanks for that!”

“L/N, stop flirting and help me!” Yeri screamed from somewhere down the hallway and you froze. As did Tzuyu, her widened eyes trained on your conjoined hands as she processed the words.

You could already imagine the havoc that mindless statement will wreak upon you.

Students peered out from their cabins, attracted to the commotion like moths to a flame. Yeri lugged her suitcase behind her and left curious students in her wake. When everyone’s eyes landed on the pair of you, their jaws fell to the floor. And when their eyes landed on your hands holding Tzuyu’s, silence enveloped the coach.

“What’s wrong?” Yeri’s question broke the silence.

The second you scrunched your eyes shut and pulled your shoulders to your ears, the noise erupted. Wolf whistles broke and all you could do was stare at Tzuyu awkwardly. You predicted this as soon as Yeri spoke, but hoped you would be wrong anyway. When the jeers continued, painfully highlighting the predicament you were in, you remembered you were still holding Tzuyu’s hand.

Amongst the yelling, there were also whispers. Now, both you and Tzuyu were no ordinary students. Both talented and well-known in your respective areas, and with recognition come rumours. There were a few titles you recognised; your positions and Tzuyu’s achievements. There were some nicknames you weren’t aware you held, some you’d never even heard of. And if the situation weren’t so strange, some of them would’ve made you proud. Yet, all those whispers could be boiled down to one simple explanation.

A Hufflepuff and a Slytherin.

The contrast was the easiest to make. It also happened to be the most harmful difference.

A distinct whining voice, somehow clear to your ears in the ongoing mess, made a comment. The voice was clear as crystal as if your ears were trained to pick up that voice. A tightness in your chest developed and you caught a flash of coldness in Tzuyu’s eyes. In an instant, Tzuyu yanked her hand away from yours as if burned. You were already searching for the owner of the voice, but instead, you found Yeri’s gaze. She had a determined look and shook her head before jutting her chin in Tzuyu’s direction.

Awful as the comment was, it had been said. The damage is done.

Tzuyu is your main concern.

But you weren’t sure what to do.

You were clueless.

So you just stared at her.

“Pack it up, people!” Yeri’s voice boomed down the hallway and startled Tzuyu. “And that's enough from you.”

Yeri shoved a boy’s face back with the palm of her hand as she passed. He shrieked in indignation, though it was quickly silenced when Yeri shut the cabin door.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve heard it all before, you’ll destroy my life, I know,” she said, before clapping. “Enough, nothing to see here!”

Collective groans left the students as your best friend cleared out the chaos of her making. You finally drummed up the courage to check on Tzuyu, instead of heading for a fight first.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about—”

“It’s okay. I’m fine,” Tzuyu said in a clipped manner. Though it must've sounded unconvincing to her own ear because she repeated. “I’m fine. Really. It happens.”

She shrugged and nodded to herself, it was an action you couldn’t really make sense of.

Tzuyu stepped to your right, ready to leave. But she stopped, her eyes were on her clasped hands, contemplating something. Then she looked up at you. “Don’t do something stupid, Y/N.”

With that, Tzuyu took her leave.

With a salty taste in your mouth, you watched her walk away. People shrank into their cabins as she passed, though Tzuyu paid them no mind. The comment—the insult—returned to you. The single word, a label that completely strips someone of their humanity. The word seemed to echo in your mind. Replayed in that irritating voice until all sound gave way to an incessant ringing.

When someone placed their hand on your shoulder, your neck snapped to them.

“Easy, easy, it’s just me,” Yeri said, unflinching at your rigidity. All her enthusiasm from the platform was gone, instead, her eyes were dull, exhausted. She watched Tzuyu disappear into a cabin before she sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—Nevermind, how is Tzuyu? Is she alright?”

You only shrugged before you turned with fists already tightened. A fist fight visualised in your mind. But Yeri placed a hand on your chest and held you back.

“Not here, not now,” Yeri said, her voice low and careful. Her eyes darted around as she said, “His cronies are all there in the cabin—”

“We can take them—” when Yeri pushed, forcing you to take a step backwards, you gave her a look. “We can’t let him get away with stuff like that, Yeri!”

“I know we can but what does that solve? What are you going to do? Punch him? Break his nose again? Beat him up until he’s bleeding? Okay, and then what?” Yeri asked, goading you. “What’s your plan here?” When you had no answer, she continued, “There are no consequences on this train. What do you think will happen when we get to Hogwarts? What happens when he enters with a bleeding nose and points his finger at you? Don’t you want to play this year?”

“I told you I’m not playing this year,” Yeri rolled her eyes at that.

“We’re sixth years now, Y/N. And you, what you do, it reflects on the team. Reflects on Hwang Eunbi. Whether you’re playing or not!” The mention of your captain’s name stopped you in your tracks, you couldn’t look Yeri in the eye. “I took care of it for now and Tzuyu said she is fine, that’s it. And trust me, he’s going to do something stupid again and we’ll take care of him then, get him in real trouble. Now can we get settled in, please?”

A moment passed, your stare still focused on the hallway. You could imagine his face, sneering as he spat vile things. The image alone was enough to provoke your ire, a feeling uncommon to you. When Yeri’s grip tightened on your shoulder, you exhaled. Your body deflated along with your breath. Finally, you turned your gaze to your best friend, she didn’t waver. A look of understanding passed and you nodded.

In complete silence, the two of you set up your luggage. It was easy, having spent years beside each other. You cleaned up your mess before making sure all the bags are safely placed. Your brooms and pet cages were also secured. All you had to do was change into your robes and pass out for the length of the train ride.

Outside, through the window, parents hugged their children goodbye. You observed them, taking mental notes of the people as you tried to find familiar faces. Yeri made herself comfortable opposite you and took up the entire seat to lie down. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have the pleasure for too long.

“Saved seats for us, did you?” Wooyoung said as he pushed back the cabin door. Behind him, San peered over and waved with his broom. “Now, scooch over.”

An elongated groan escaped Yeri. With a small jump, she made herself cosy once again, but at the expense of your comfort. This time, her head found purchase on your lap and once again her feet were on the seat. Though you didn't mind. Filled with an odd fascination, you watched Wooyoung and San settle in. Although the latter seemed a bit slower.

Then the object of interest was placed by your feet.

“That's the newest model,” you said, mouth agape, almost in a daze.

If anyone was going to parade around with the most recent Nimbus broomstick, it was Choi San. Not necessarily because he liked to boast, in fact, he did the opposite with how gently he treated the thing. Rather it was his parents' pride in their son that landed him such treasures. You couldn't say the same about your parents, they never valued your affinity for Quidditch. Of course, there was also the fact that he was stinking rich, the crème de la crème of purebloods. When you first met him, you expected the worst, and yet, Choi San was nothing but kind.

On your lap, Yeri turned, her eyes never leaving the broom. Your body anticipated it before your mind processed it.

Your best friend lunged forward just as you wrapped your hand around her body. San, expecting the same of his long-time friend, pulled his broom back.

“Not happening,” San said with a knowing smile. You only chuckled as Yeri folded her arms like a petulant child.

Soon the train left the platform, leaving teary-eyed parents behind as they watched their children depart. The sight made you smile, your parents only showed up the first time. Your friends chatted amongst themselves while your gaze was glued to the scenery. You let yourself get taken away by the rolling hills.

Occasionally, new and old faces stopped by. Some looking for seats, some to greet you, and some to join you for a moment. Some of the younger witches were there only to fawn over Quidditch. Your best friend basked in the adoration, but you only wanted to sink into comfortable sleep.

“You think Eunbi is going to be okay?” San's voice filtered through, breaking you from your dreamlike state. When he noticed he caught your attention, he turned to you. "She's the head girl this year.”

That was no news to you. Ever since you laid eyes on Hwang Eunbi, you knew she'd be the head girl. Besides, she'd sent a letter a few weeks back. Her wording had seemed odd but Eunbi's words were often stilted. She could be unfamiliar with her own shrewdness. But you trusted her. This is why you didn't understand San's worry.

"She'll be fine," Wooyoung said, concluding your thoughts. His head was on San's lap as he fiddled with his yellow and black tie. "It's Hwang Eunbi."

"I just feel like it's a lot of responsibility," San said, mindlessly playing with Wooyoung's hair. "She might be overwhelmed."

Yeri didn't say anything, instead, she caught your gaze.

Don’t you want to play this year?

Sighing, you let your eyes turn back to the scenery. Instead of the sport, something else took root in your mind. Your thoughts wandered back to her.

Chou Tzuyu.

A name etched into the back of your mind, much like the spells you learned in your first year at Hogwarts. The same name every teacher squealed with pride as she completed the charm first. Or every time students grumbled when she got another answer right. Or when Lee asks students to demonstrate the new transfiguration spell and she had it mastered already.

It was her name—Chou Tzuyu—whispered in classrooms and corridors, followed by the word 'muggleborn'.

On its own, muggleborn was no insult, only a mere descriptor. Of course, this is laughable coming from you, someone who's never been in her shoes. Quite the opposite actually. Though harmless at the surface level, even you understood the insinuation behind the comment.

You were worried about her. And you didn't know how to approach her about it.

With a shake of your head, you let your eyes droop and allowed exhaustion to seep in. Wishing to be awakened only when you reach Hogwarts.

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a/n: surprisingly my mind did not screech and yell when i wrote this,,,like i don't hate this and i hope you didn't hate it either :] and when will the second chapter come out ? who knows, definitely not me :D

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