#yeji slytherin

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by yunacita.

#kpop #kpop moodboard #kpop icons #kpop edits #stray kids #gidle #itzy #green #green moodboard #green aesthetic #aesthetic #icons #hyunjin #shuhua #yeji #shin yuna #choi jisu #slytherin

[tonicandjins]

the room smells like absolute shit

CHARACTERS: haechan | lee donghyuck and reader

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

GENRE: harry potter au, slytherin!haechan, ravenclaw!reader

WARNINGS: none, just teenage fluff

amortentia (the room smells like absolute shit) is the second installment from 23 moments with donghyuck.

It’s no secret that the ongoing cat-and-mouse game between you and Slytherin House’s very own Lee Donghyuck remains unceasing from the day you and him were sorted five years ago to this day. Today’s no different than the others, except it’s the day before Slytherin House plays against Ravenclaw, your very own, and Lee Donghyuck seems like he’s decided to make your day extra horrible—he’s done it five times already, and it’s barely two in the afternoon.

one

The first one was during breakfast, and if you are being completely honest, you should’ve expected it. Lee Donghyuck likes torturing you when you’re on your period; you don’t even want to remember the full story of how the fuck he even knows what week of the month you get yours. (Long story short: Lee Donghyuck had to be there the first time you got your period in third year.) He claims that he knows your period is on as soon as you enter the Great Hall, because your hair is always uncombed on your first day and your eyebrows are always furrowed when you’re in pain. Donghyuck says if pain and aggravation had colors, you’d be burning in hues now.

“You’re easily the most predictable person I know,” he’d tease, mouth agape as he laughs at the way you would huff from the pranks he’d do just to make your day worse than it already is.

Today was no different. You hadn’t even seen him yet, but he’s made his presence known as soon as you sit and the loudest, most obnoxious sound of fart comes out. It’s Lee Donghyuck who laughs first, and you’re not really in the mood to say anything, hence you take the muggle-made fart cushion off from where you’re seated and throw it from where he’s sitting with his equally cunning friends. You wonder which of his friends brought it for him.

Yeji finds it hilarious. “He just wants to make you laugh,” she comments.

“More like want me to drop out and move across the world,” you grumble as you take a treacle tart and a piece of crumpets from the dishes. The pain stings as you try to sit comfortably. “Fuck this period. Why did none of our ancestors ever think of a stupid charm that could rid period cramps?”

Yuna sighs, agreeing. Yeji smiles even wider and hands you a vial filled with blue-ish liquid.

“What’s this?” you ask, taking it and observing how poorly it’s sealed. “Looks like something a first year would make.”

Yeji shrugs, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “It magically appeared on your seat. The same time that fart cushion popped up under your seat.”

You click your tongue, opening the vial and drinking it anyway. The ocean-colored liquid tastes like absolute crap, if you’re being honest, but its effects come as quickly as the potion runs down your throat. The cramping pain from your lower abdomen vanishes. Like magic.

two

Whining, Donghyuck follows you around after first period—all out, arms wrapped around one of yours as he drags his feet wherever yours take you.

“Donghyuck, my books are heavy enough, stop dragging me with your weight!” you shriek. “I’ll come! I’ll come! Just let me go!”

Donghyuck cheers, surprising you with a big, sloppy kiss on your left cheek, letting you go while you stand frozen in place. “I knew you could never resist me. I will see you at Quidditch then. And you will cheer for me! Fuck Houses! I’ll cheer for you in the Annual International Wizard Gardening Competition!”

He runs off and waves goodbye as he catches up with other players clad in their Quidditch capes and jerseys, blending in like he’s always been born to be in this scene.

You can’t remember a time that Lee Donghyuck isn’t talking about Quidditch. You’d met him in first year, when his voice squeaked higher than it does now, and the first thing he had asked Madam Hooch was when he could join the tryouts. Poor little Donghyuckie spent the entire period sulking and pouting when Madam Hooch confirmed that he should at least finish one year of flying lessons and ask her again next year. It was truly all Donghyuck had ever dreamed about. Hence, he had spent his entire first year in Hogwarts learning about the Quidditch and practicing flying more than anyone in the entire castle.

Come second year, Donghyuck auditions the first day of class after summer break. You remember how the entirety of the Hogwarts had cheered when he showed off his flying skills. It didn’t take long for the captain of Slytherin’s Quidditch team to pick him that day. He’d started as one of the keepers, showcasing his impressive ability to defend Slytherin’s hoops, and made his way up as the team’s Seeker, having been promoted this year, fifth year.

And today was his first big game as their house’s Seeker. It’s Slytherin versus Ravenclaw for the first round, and the entire castle is just shuddering in excitement. Lee Taeyong was Slytherin’s most well-known Seeker, the second youngest Seeker after Harry Potter himself, and the longest one for House Slytherin—from first year until he’d graduated last year. This year is exceptionally intriguing because no one’s won against Slytherin because of Lee Taeyong—at least for the rest of Hogwarts.

It’s different for you, though. It’s appealing in some sense, but stressful in a way.

Donghyuck must feel so much pressure now. You’ve unwillingly known him for years, and despite the never-ending games of teasing and pranks, you and him are everything but strangers. Hence, you conclude that it’s normal to feel this way.

“Quidditch players are so damn lucky,” Renjun, a friend from Hufflepuff, huffs from behind you. “They’re excused for classes when it’s Quidditch season. I wish Slug Club get some sort of perks, too.”

You giggle, hopping and wrapping an arm around the Hufflepuff’s shoulders. “We get the Christmas party every year.”

Renjun shakes you off of him. “Hey, I don’t want to get in trouble with the Slytherins.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Why would you get in trouble with the Slytherins? That’s such a stereotype, Renjun-ah! You’re the last person I thought would have some prejudice over houses!”

“That’s not what I mean, idiot,” he replies. “Words say one of the Slytherins has a thing or two for you. And I don’t want to be in their radar.”

You slap him on the arm. “Didn’t take you to be such a gossiper.”

“It’s not gossip if it’s true!” he defends, ruffling your hair. “Off to Transfiguration?”

You groan. “Yeah. Let’s go together?”

“Sure. Did you finish the assignment—”

“Hey, idiot!” Renjun is cut off by Donghyuck running back to you. “I just remembered I need you for a moment.”

Then he’s pulling you away from Renjun.

You arrive late for Transfiguration. Because Donghyuck wanted you to look at his uniform. Talk about being annoying.

three

Defense Against the Dark Arts is in third period, and Yeji hurts herself halfway through the hour. Yeji and Chenle were playing around and were practicing hex-deflection; the scenarios happened too fast that nobody caught on that Yeji’s been hurt until Chenle started screaming.

“She’ll be fine,” Madam Pompfrey assures as she covers the now sleeping Yeji with duvet. “I’ll have her stay here for the night, too. You can go back to class.”

You nod. DADA is over by now, anyway. “By the way, Madam Pompfrey,” you call out just before she closes the curtain separating Yeji’s bed from the others.

“Earlier today,” you start. “I had really bad cramps because of my period. I found a vial with a blue, green-ish kind of fluid and recklessly drank it. It really helped. Do you have any idea what that is?”

Madam Pompfrey’s eyes widen. “So, that was for you?”

“Huh?”

She smiles. “Donghyuck from Slytherin house has been experimenting on that potion with me for weeks now. He’s been studying in the library, looking for the best ingredients to help with women’s menstrual cramps without any side effects that could compromise the condition of the rest of your body. I heard he had a sister in third year, so I assumed it was for her.”

Your heart somersaults like never before. Madam Pompfrey smiles knowingly. “I guess it was for you,” she concludes.

You leave the hospital wing with your breath hitched, each step making your knees weaker by the second. Lee Donghyuck knows how to annoy you even when he’s on the other side of the damn castle.

four

Lee Donghyuck pulls you away from your friends when you’re on your way out from the Great Hall after lunch.

The door of Room of Requirement appears before you, and Donghyuck pulls you with him, dressed in his brand-new uniform, different from the one he wore earlier before he ran off to practice at the Quidditch Tower. You wonder how he even finds the time to annoy you when the tournament starts in about two hours.

When the door closes, you observe that the room’s transformed itself into a room the size of a greenhouse, filled with lavenders, jasmine, and chamomile. And you have the slightest idea why Donghyuck needs a room full of flowers at this point. You gently place your copy of Advanced Potion-Making on a table that holds countless of ceramic plants holding lavenders.

He starts walking back and forth, anxiety showing in his eyes and the corners of his lips. You can hear how heavily he’s breathing from where you stand.

“Anxious?” you ask. Donghyuck only nods, still walking back and forth. “Here. Come here.” He stops, turning so he could look at you. You step closer when he doesn’t move and take both his hands in yours.

“Breathe in,” you softly say. Donghyuck follows. You start counting to five. “Breathe out.”

You and him repeat and stay like that until you hear his breathing go back to its normal pace. He keeps his eyes on your shoes.

“You’re gonna be fine,” you murmur. Donghyuck closes his eyes. You reach up and cradle his face in your palms. “Where’s all that confidence now? Did you run out of it after drowning me with an incredibly unnecessary amount of confidence all these years? This is the time you need it the most.”

Donghyuck falls apart in your touch and opens his eyes, chuckling. “I knew I made the right decision to pull you here. My confidence came back just now. You’re my confidence. Because you suck and I’m the best.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply, rolling your eyes as you step back, the space between you and him reclaiming its presence. “That, you are.”

He smiles. “You don’t suck that much. Just a little. Sometimes.”

“You, too,” you agree. “You’re going to kill it. I’ll cheer on you even if it means everyone in Ravenclaw House hates me.”

“No one could ever hate you,” he says like it’s a fact.

You smirk. “You do, though.”

“I’ve never said I hate you,” he bites back. “In five years that we’ve been unwillingly revolving around each other’s gravity, I’ve never said I hate you.”

You nod. “I know.” You reach up to gently pat his cheeks once again. “People will know you as Lee Donghyuck today, not Lee Taeyong’s replacement. I know that is exactly what’s been going around in that head of yours. They’re gonna remember you today when you show them No Hands and woo the crowd with Sloth Grip Roll. And you’re gonna win it out there.”

Donghyuck’s eyes follow your lips as you speak. He stares at it longer than he should, and you stare at his, like a magnet pulling you in. His honey-colored skin and tantalizing brown eyes look beautiful under the sunlight peeking from the windows of the room, and from where you stand, you see how much he'd grown. Part of you wonders if he feels the same, seeing you in this light and being taken aback to five years ago, the very first day you'd met in the train to Hogwarts. You mull over the possibility of knowing him beyond what the walls of this castle could show you, knowing him beyond teasing remarks and harmless pranks, knowing him beyond all these years of push-and-pull, knowing him beyond sneaking glances at his lips.

But you’re not about to kiss him in the Room of Requirement. Not when all your feelings are all over the place, scattered and lost. Not when you aren’t sure if he even feels the same kind of rush when you’re around.

It doesn't help that this, whatever this means, has been going on for years. You and Donghyuck are growing up together, and though you and him keep saying you're unwillingly spending your teenage years together, you can't help but think, if given the choice in a few years, would you finally, willingly spend your twenties together?

You're nearing the end of your teenage years together, involuntarily and as borderline friends. Does Donghyuck ever think of you in ways you—admittedly—daydream about him sometimes? Does he think of you when he drinks chamomile tea the way you remember him when you get a taste of butterbeer? Does he also wonder what you do in the summer and think of calling you, only to back out right before pressing call because his heart is thump, thump, thumping like fucking crazy just by the thought of hearing your voice?

Does Donghyuck feel the way your knees are weak now?

Your heart pounds, so loud that you can hear it beating right in your eardrums.

So, you flee, telling him you’re late for Potions, which you most definitely are, leaving Donghyuck and hopefully, the feelings you can’t seem to figure out.

five

The room smells like the Quidditch pitch when you arrive fifteen minutes into the class.

Professor Slughorn raises an eyebrow on you, but tilts his head towards the board where it shows which potion the class is working on today. You find your way towards Yuna and it’s only then that you realize you’d left your Advanced Potions-Making book inside the Room of Requirement. Yuna lets you share her book. The entire class is halfway done anyway.

The potion for the day is called Amortentia, which is apparently the most powerful love potion in existence, which you think is absolute bullshit. You skip through all its description, effects, and history, proceeding to the details instructions of how it’s done.

You start with boiling half a cup of standard potion water and later on adding ashwinder eggs, rose thorns, refined peppermint oil, and moonstone. Once it’s exactly as it’s described in the book, you drop the mother of pearl. The last ingredient was a drop of blood, so you quickly prickle a finger with a needle, pressing your pink with two fingers until the red liquid drops from your skin down to the cauldron.

You finish a little later than everybody, and you’re not sure whether you’d followed the instructions correctly, because yours still smell like the Quidditch pitch. You look around, and everybody’s busy smelling theirs. You lean over to your cauldron, and it doesn’t smell like anything exceptional in particular. Alongside the grassy scent of the pitch is warm tonka bean, deep cedar, and the overwhelming scent of rich jasmine and vivacious juniper berries, which isn’t really that impressive because you smell this all the time.

You smell it all the time because it smells exactly like Donghyuck.

You grab the book from the table you share with Yuna.

Page 62 says, “Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence. It caused a powerful infatuation or obsession from the drinker. It had a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rose from it in characteristic spirals. Amortentia is considered an incredibly dangerous potion, as one should have never underestimated obsessive infatuation.” Then why the fuck does it smell like Donghyuck? And the entire god damn room, too? Does Donghyuck bathe in Amortentia every day?

“Yuna,” you ask. “What does your potion smell like?”

“Sandalwood,” she answers dreamily. “And leather. And floral rose.”

Oh. Then you must have done something wrong. “I think I mixed up the ingredients.”

“Well, what does yours smell like?”

You shrug, “Something really weird.” You turn the page to 63 where the potion is described better.

“Amortentia smells different for everyone,” Yuna continues, and so does the book.

“Amortentia has a different aroma for everyone who smelt it, reminding each person of the things that they found most attractive," the book says.

“Basically,” Yuna’s voice fades in the background. “You smell whatever you’re attracted to."

"Even if the person did not acknowledge or was unaware of their fondness for the object of their affection themselves," the book shouts.

Oh no.

Yuna sighs dreamily, "I aced mine pretty well. I mean, for example, my potion smells exactly like—”

“Donghyuck,” you whisper when it truly, truly hits you.

“No, silly,” she laughs.

“No, Yuna,” you protest. “Mine smells like—”

“Donghyuck, what brings you here?” Professor Slughorn’s voice catches you off-guard. You and Yuna turn to where he’s looking at, and by the door, Lee Donghyuck stands, holding your copy of Advanced Potion-Making.

“I just wanted to bring this to Y/N. She’d left it when she was wandering around Slytherin’s quarters because she’s so obsessed with me,” he announces, smiling widely as he shows off the book.

You stay frozen in place. “What are you all cooking?” Donghyuck sniffs, looking around until he locks eyes with you. “What’s this horrible scent?”

Oh, no.

Donghyuck keeps his eyes on you, equally as confused when he starts realize what the potions smell like.

“Why are you wasting so much perfume, Y/N?” he asks. Everyone goes silent. “The room smells like absolute shit.”

Oh. Merlin’s Beard.

bonus

Slytherin House wins, of course, and you lose your voice cheering for Ravenclaw and Lee Donghyuck, which earned you side-eyes from your peers and at the same time teasing remarks from Renjun and Yuna.

His friends call you an honorary Slytherin and invites you to their Common Room. You're the first person that Lee Donghyuck looks for at the afterparty.

He arrives earlier than the others, and his mates gather around him as soon as he steps in the room, but Donghyuck, Merlin's Beard, Lee Donghyuck doesn't waste time and goes straight to where you stand and kisses the air out of your lungs.

You're on your fifth year in Hogwarts when you learn that Lee Donghyuck tastes like strawberries and that the perfume his mother makes for him is made from jasmine and juniper berries.

#haechan au #nct dream au #donghyuck au #slytherin haechan #slytherin donghyuck #haechan fluff #haechan fic #nct fic #nct au #haechan x reader #donghyuck x reader #nct haechan #haechan #lee donghyuck #lee donghyuck au #lee donghyuck fic #donghyuck fic #donghyuck fluff #faye's moving castle #23mwd

[heeracha]

## the disgusting scarf — l. heeseung

synopsis: lee heeseung, the bane of your existence, would always get you into trouble and you, of course, took revenge by getting him into trouble as well. when heeseung randomly gives you a puppy, sunghoon claims that maybe it's his way of proposing and maybe you can finally go around wearing heeseung's scarf. but you claim that you would rather go to azkaban than wear his disgusting scarf.

pairing: gryffindor!heeseung x fem!slytherin!reader

idols mentioned: all of enha, yeji (itzy), beomgyu (txt), seungmin, hyunjin and jisung (skz)

content/genre: hogwarts au, enemies to lovers, secret relationship, fluff <3 tsundere!reader

warning(s): swearing, bickering (lots of it), heeseung getting injured, falling off the broom, mentions of azkaban, tell me if i miss something !! unproofread

word count: 3.8k (oops)

note: this is very impulsive, i've been rewatching harry potter lately bcs idk,, i miss my childhood lmAO anyway !! i havent read the book in so long, so i must have forgotten some details, so if i got a detail wrong im sorry !!

As Professor Snape talked in front of the classroom about the potion that the class is going to brew, Heeseung’s cauldron suddenly falls to the ground, making a loud noise. Heeseung’s jaw drops as he watches it roll around, when he suddenly hears his teacher speak. “Mr. Lee, are you just going to watch your cauldron roll around until it stops or are you going to pick it up?” 

“Sorry, sir.” Heeseung mumbles as he bends down to grab his cauldron.

“Five points will be taken from Gryffindor.” Snape announces and Heeseung immediately stands straight, eyes widening as he puts his cauldron back on its place.

“Sir, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Heeseung defends. “I wasn’t even touching it.”

“And that’s for not being too careful, Mr. Lee.” Snape says as Heeseung frowns. His eyes go around the classroom, landing on you. You were looking at him, watching the scene unfold. When nothing is said anymore, you turn your head to your book as you read the lesson. “Who knows what else you could have broken?” Snape adds and you look at your teacher as he scowls at Heeseung. 

Snape turns around to go back to his discussion and then, you smirk. You turn your head to Heeseung, raising your eyebrows as you properly put your wand back in your robe. Heeseung shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he scowls through the entire class, cheek resting on his palm.

It had always been like that with the two of you. Ever since your first year, you always hated Heeseung and he felt the exact same towards you. Then in your second year, Heeseung accidentally dodge a bludger and sent it straight to one of the teachers’ office. While you didn’t know what was going on, you had a bat on hand as well when Heeseung let go of his. Then suddenly, the professor went to you and started scolding you while you were still confused. You were given a month’s detention and ten points out of you, but of course, you wanted to have revenge. So you pulled a prank on one of the teachers and framed Heeseung on it, causing him to get the same punishment. Ever since then, you two would always have each other getting in trouble.

“Jay, come on.” Heeseung turns to his friend who shakes his head as they get out of the classroom. “Please, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll give you 24 hours to let you do anything you want.”

Jay huffs. “Seriously, Heeseung, this thing with you and Y/L/N is getting silly. It was silly from the very start, but we’re 6th years now!” Jay says as they walk towards their common room. “Even sillier because you act like you hate her when you look at her as if she made the stars and moon.”

Heeseung immediately jabs his elbow on Jay’s side, causing the poor boy to groan. “Great way to convince me!” Jay says, shaking his head as they get to the common room. Heeseung says the password as the Fat Lady opens the door for them.

“Please, Jay?” Heeseung says and Jay sighs. “Last one and I’ll stop.”

“And if your plan goes to shit? What the hell are you going to do with me?” Jay asks.

“Who said I’ll do it? We’re going to get Jake.” Heeseung says with a grin to which Jay groans.

With Jake sighing as he follows Heeseung out of the great hall, he speaks up. “I swear to Merlin, Heeseung. If we get into detention because of this, I’m hexing your ass.” 

Heeseung laughs, shaking his head. Jake is a Ravenclaw, but somehow Jake is always with the two Gryffindors. As Heeseung turns to the left, out of the great hall, he is met by you with Sunghoon right beside you. Perfect timing. You stop, preventing yourself from running against the tall guy. 

“Hey, I was looking for you.” Heeseung says and you only look at him.

“The hell do you want?” You said and Heeseung holds his hands out, holding a small puppy. “The hell am I going to do with that?”

“Maybe it’s a new way of proposing?” Sunghoon suggests and you turn your head to him, questioning his response. “And then, I don’t know, you two would finally get together and you would go around wearing his house scarf.” Sunghoon teases, giggling to himself as he nudges you gently.

Jake was laughing lightly, holding his hand up to which Sunghoon claps with his. “Disgusting. I rather go to Azkaban than wear scarves from the other houses.” You dramatically say, looking at Heeseung. “Especially yours.” You say, pointing at him and he rolls his eyes.

“Come on, it’s my peace offering.” Heeseung says, holding the cute dog.

“No, I have a cat and I don’t have anything to take care of a dog.” You say, moving away from him, but Heeseung blocks your way. “Get out of my way, Lee.” You say and Heeseung shakes his head. “Stop it!”

“No!” Heeseung says. “I am giving you a gift and you’re not accepting it. This is very offensive.”

“It would be more offensive if I punched your face. Get out of the way.” You say and he only shakes his head. You groan. “Would you leave me alone if I take it?”

“Yes.” Heeseung says, nodding and you grab the puppy out of his hands, carrying it gently as its two paws rests on your shoulder, the puppy’s head snuggling on your shoulder.

“He’s cute.” Sunghoon says, petting it and the puppy barks, biting Sunghoon’s finger. You smirk, looking at Sunghoon who pouts, massaging his finger.

“You deserve it.” You say as Jake and Heeseung chuckle. You move away from Heeseung who doesn’t stop you this time.

“No thank you? Seriously?” Heeseung says and you roll your eyes. “Professor, Y/L/N turned Jay into a dog.” He says as soon as he sees his teacher along the entrance of the great hall. You turn around with wide eyes.

“What?!” McGonagall says, looking at you.

“WHAT?!” You shout, looking at Heeseung who’s just pointing at you.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I know you two have some sort of rivalry with each other, but you did not have to turn Mr. Park into an animal.” McGonagall scolds.

“Professor, no. I didn’t—”

“Ten points from Slytherin and detention tonight.” McGonagall says. “Put Mr. Park down.”

In defeat, you put the “dog” down on the ground and McGonagall flicks her wand, the dog growing as Jay. McGonagall lightly glares at you as she walks past to enter the great hall. You hit Sunghoon’s arm, turning to him.

“Ow!”

“Why didn’t you defend me?” You say as Sunghoon rubs the spot you hit.

“I thought you didn’t want me to stop whatever this… thing you and Heeseung are doing!” Sunghoon defends. “And seriously, man, did you have to bite me?” He says, turning to Jay who just shrugs, smiling.

“I didn’t tell you to not help me get his ass in trouble!” You say and Sunghoon laughs sheepishly. You turn to Heeseung. “You are so going to regret this.” You say, walking away with Sunghoon following you as he says bye to the three boys.

“24 hours, Lee.” Jay reminds.

“Not tomorrow.” Heeseung says and Jay raises an eyebrow. “Any day but tomorrow.”

Jay sighs, glaring at Heeseung. He just knows he will never get the 24 hour deal.

“Hey,” you hear, causing you to turn around. Heeseung smiles, but still, you had a scowl on your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d get detention.”

“McGonagall thought I turned Park into a fucking dog, Lee. What did you expect? For her to give me some reward? Give me a hundred points?” You say and Heeseung chuckles. “I had you deducted five points and you got to deduct ten points from me and had me detention.”

“I’m sorry.” Heeseung says and you shake your head, shooing him away with your foot as you hug yourself. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m Y/N.” You say and Heeseung laughs. He comes closer, pulling you into a hug and you softly sigh, wrapping your own arms around his waist as you snuggle against him.

“I thought you’re mad at me?” Heeseung asks and you softly pinch his side to which he lightly jumps at. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He says, kissing your forehead. “Where’s your scarf?”

“I forgot to bring it.” You say and Heeseung pulls away as he removes his red and gold striped scarf, putting it over your neck. “You don’t have to, Seungie.” You say, shaking your head and he stops his actions, raising an eyebrow. 

“Right, you'd rather go to Azkaban than wear my disgusting scarf.” Heeseung says and you close your eyes, breathing deeply which causes him to laugh loudly. He fixes the scarf around your neck. When he’s done, he grabs the front, pulling you to him as his lips catch your cold lips. You kiss back, Heeseung smiling against your lips.

Yeah, you two have been dating since last year. When your plan semi-failed, causing you and Heeseung to have detention together, you two went to the Forbidden Forest with one other kid. You two were partners, it led to Heeseung holding your hand with you trying to yank your hand off, but he pulls it to him, saying, “Listen here, Y/L/N. I’ve had feelings for you for the longest time and I’ve been dropping hints that I do. It’s time for you to tell me you like me back because I know you like me, too, okay?”

You being you, answered, “How sure are you? What if you’re wrong?”

“I just… know.”

“You know I hate admitting when someone’s right, you know that?” You asked to which he nodded. “I’ll make an exception just this one time.” You say as you pull him to kiss you. Then it began with you two sneaking around, but never did you stop getting each other in trouble.

He pulls away after a few beats, grabbing your hand. “Come on, let’s go to the Three Broomsticks. While our friends and mostly everyone are still in Honeydukes.” Heeseung says as you two walk through the snow.

“Ugh, you’re really going to make me walk around Hogsmeade with your disgusting scarf.” You say, holding his hand tightly as he gently pulls you with him.

“You say it’s disgusting as if you didn’t almost hex me when you saw Yeji wear it.” Heeseung says.

“If I wear Beomgyu’s would you be happy?”

“Whose girlfriend are you?” Heeseung says.

“Whose boyfriend are you?” You question back. Heeseung only chuckles, pulling you closer to him as you pass by a big tree. 

Where Sunghoon was hiding. He goes around the tree, making sure neither of you see him. He watches the two of you walk away as you jokingly pinch his side to which Heeseung jumped on again. Heeseung yanks his hand away from you and you hug him from behind as he walks further away with you waddling behind him.

For a second, Sunghoon thought you two were going to fight until Heeseung hugged you. He thought he just mistook you from someone else, turns out it was you. The girl who said that Lee Heeseung is the bane of your existence. Turns out, he’s the love of your life. He couldn’t even believe his own ears when you called Heeseung ‘Seungie’.

So, when you two were out of sight, Sunghoon runs to Honeydukes as he calls Jake and Jay… and everyone in there.

“Good luck on the match, Y/L/N.” Heeseung says as he passes by where you and Sunghoon are sitting. “Hope you miss the hoops.”

“Hope I hit your face with the quaffle.” You answer.

“Hope you fall off.” He says.

“Hope you get hit by a bludger.” You say.

“Hope you—”

“OH MY GOD. SHUT UP!” You two get cut off when the head boy, Seungmin shouts.

“But she—”

“But he—”

“I DON’T CARE!” Seungmin says, glaring at the two of you. “BOTH OF YOU. SHUT IT.”

You look at Heeseung who looks at you as well. He winks and you raise your middle finger to him as he walks away. You drink your juice before your captain calls you for the team has to go prepare. When you stand up to go with your captain, Jake sits beside Sunghoon.

“I really don’t see it.” Jake says. “I mean, it could be seen they like each other, but them dating without anyone knocking some sense into them? Impossible.”

“I’m telling you!” Sunghoon said. “Y/N even called him ‘Seungie’.”

Jake shrugs.

“Seungie! Not Lee, little shit, not fucker, not any of that, but Seungie!” Sunghoon says and Jake sighs, shrugging again.

“I did see them together in Hogsmeade.” Sunoo, a Slytherin who was a year below the two joins. “Just last Saturday. Y/N’s wearing Lee Heeseung’s scarf. And honestly, they’re very obvious, you know? And like, last week, I saw them sneaking at night. Lee Heeseung even walked her back to the common room.”

Jake and Sunghoon turned to the younger boy who just shrugged at them. “How did you know they sneaked—”

“Snuck.”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes at Jake. “That they snuck out?” He continues.

“Jungwon, Riki and I snuck out that time, too.” Sunoo says, raising his eyebrows as he stands and walks away from the two. Jake and Sunghoon only look at each other, but Sunghoon is smiling smugly.

45 minutes have passed since the game started, Han Jisung from Hufflepuff announces the scores as Heeseung makes a goal. The match is just mainly you and Heeseung chasing each other around with the quaffle. How come Sunghoon never noticed this? It was entertaining to everyone how the two sworn enemies are chasing around, but what Sunghoon noticed since he started paying close attention was that you and Heeseung were never harsh with each other. 

Heeseung hits your arm with so much force, but when it’s close to your arm already, it becomes a soft pat. You would elbow Heeseung’s side, but Sunghoon realizes that you only touch Heeseung’s elbow with yours softly.

Sunghoon comes to the conclusion that you two are whipped.

Almost an hour later, the Golden Snitch finally decides to make an appearance and the two seekers chase it right away. Jay throws the quaffle to Heeseung, but you manage to get in between and catch it. Heeseung chases you right away as you dodge everything going your way, seeing Heeseung advancing beside you.

“Fuck!” You hear your boyfriend say and you turn your head quickly to see if he is okay, but you stop when you see him falling, almost meeting the ground. You feel the quaffle being grabbed from you, but you don’t care as you turn your broom around to chase Heeseung.

“Heeseung!” You call and he lands on his back with a thud. “Shit!” You curse as you get down as fast as you can. When you’re almost on the ground, you jump off your broom as you run to your boyfriend who’s unconscious. You get on your knees beside him as you cup his cheek, other hand on his shoulder shaking him. “Seungie, wake up. I’m kicking your ass, if you don’t wake up, I swear on Merlin’s beard.”

You don't care if everyone finds out now. You don’t care that the audience’s eyes are on you now as you try to wake up your boyfriend. You don’t care that even the game has stopped as everyone watches you. You don’t care even if the teachers and staff are watching.

“What the fuck?” Jisung accidentally says through the microphone of the announcer and he feels McGonagall hit him on the head.

As Madam Pomfrey and some students snap out of the trance, they run to you and Heeseung, putting him on the stretcher, taking him to the hospital wing. You follow and everyone takes a minute to process everything.

The two sworn enemies… are actually together all along? That’s something else.

The sound of whistle snaps the players up in the air out of their trance. “Resume the game!” Madam Hooch orders.

“Y/N, calm down.”

“No! You hit my fucking boyfriend with a fucking bludger. What if you hit him on the head? How the fuck would you replace his head?”

“I didn’t mean to, I’m really sorry—”

“Oh, come on! I know your hands were itching to fucking hit anyone from their team because they were on the lead.” You say as Heeseung slowly opens his eyes, seeing you sitting by the edge of his bed, your head turned to your captain. His good arm on your lap.

“Who the hell are you? Y/L/N Y/N can’t take to lose and you—”

You were quick to stand, about to grab Hyunjin, but Heeseung was quicker to hold your hand. You turn around, looking at him. “Hey, how do you feel?” You ask, sitting back as you hold his hand in yours.

“Throat feels dry.” Heeseung croaks and you stand up, helping him sit up. You grab the pitcher, putting water in the cup. You give the cup to Heeseung and he drinks it right away as you brush your fingers through his hair. You put it away when he’s done and he smiles at you. 

“Oh my God.” Sunghoon says and you turn to him, seeing him that he’s looking at you with a judging look on his face. “You’re so… whipped, Y/N.”

“Okay, if you think you’re already forgiven about telling everyone about our relationship—” You say, standing up as you’re ready to fight Sunghoon who’s already taking steps backwards. “You are so wrong, Park. You are going to—”

“Hey, calm down.” Heeseung says, arm around you with his hand on your hip as he rests his cheek on your shoulder, lightly laughing. “I’ll talk to you later, I wanna be alone with Y/N.” He tells Jay and Jake who nod, finding the scene funny as well. The two were the first ones to leave, Sunghoon smiling at Heeseung who nodded before Sunghoon left. Then Hyunjin, your captain, was about to leave.

About to.

“Hyunjin?” You call and he turns around, looking at you. You raise an eyebrow, nodding towards Heeseung while you glare at him.

“What if I don’t—”

Hyunjin cuts himself off when he sees you tilting your head, clearing his throat, chuckling nervously as he walks closer. “I’m just kidding, you.” He nervously says, knuckles softly bumping against your chin. When he gets no reaction from you, he sighs, turning to Heeseung. “I’m sorry about the bludger. I was dodging it off, I didn’t know it would hit you.”

“It’s okay, hyung.” Heeseung says.

“No, it’s not—”

You cut yourself off when you feel Heeseung squeezing your side. You glare at Hyunjin and he smiles at you. Hyunjin exits the hospital wing and you turn to your boyfriend. “You’re scaring everyone off.” Heeseung says, chuckling. “That’s your captain and he’s scared of you.”

“And?” You said and Heeseung rolled his eyes, smiling at you. “How do you feel?”

“I’m good.” Heeseung says, nodding as his hand goes up to your collar, fixing it as he notices you’re on your uniform, minus the robe. “How long was I out?”

“Three days.” You answer as you take his hand, playing with his fingers. “It’s so boring. No one got me in trouble, I got no one in trouble.” You say, looking up at him. “Don’t do that again, okay? I knew the bludger was going to hit me.”

“Then why did you make Hyunjin hyung apologize?” Heeseung asks.

“Because he needs to aim upwards, I don’t know why he aimed it sideway.” You answer and Heeseung chuckles, shaking his head. “But seriously, don’t do that again.”

“If I didn’t do it, you’re the one who’d be out for three days.” Heeseung says and you shrug.

“I could use a rest away from you.” You tease and he smiles, shaking his head. You sigh, putting your arm around him as you pull him in a hug. He wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. “Everyone knows now, we don’t have to sneak.” You say, pulling away and he hums.

“How?” He asks.

You hum. “Uh,” you trail off, deciding to leave out the part that the match stopped because of you going to him when he fell. “Sunghoon saw us last week and told everyone.”

Heeseung laughs, nodding and you look at him through your lashes. “I really worried you, didn’t I?” He asks and you shake your head, looking away as you tighten your hold on his hand. Heeseung knows you’re lying.  “Look, I’m okay! Frankly, I think the bludger should’ve hit me harder.”

You look at him, raising your eyebrow. “I’m okay, really.” He says and you nod.

“I know.” You say, sighing.

“You know what would cheer me up, though?” He says and you hum. “Seeing my girlfriend smile. She rarely does it, but when she does, my heart just melts because I know it’s real.”

You shake your head, placing your hand on his head. “Go back to sleep.” You say and he laughs, grabbing your hand, pulling it down to his lips to kiss your palm. “Seriously, Heeseung, I haven’t washed my hands for over an hour.”

“But I can see you like it, your cheeks are growing red.” He says and you sigh, shaking your head. “Come on, baby, smile for me.” He says and you sigh, pressing your lips against him as you close your eyes. “Okay, this works, too.” He says against your lips as he closes his eyes, causing you to laugh which makes him smile.

“Okay, lovebirds. Cut it out, now.” Madam Pomfrey says, coming into the hospital wing and you pull away, causing Heeseung to pout. You look at him, shrugging. “As much as it interests me—and the whole school—how you two got together, Mr. Lee needs his rest and I need to mend his bones. He’ll be out of here before dinner, dear, don’t worry.”

You nod. “Thank you, ma’am.” You say and she nods, smiling. You press one last kiss on Heeseung’s lips and then another one on his forehead. You stand up as you grab something from the side and put it on Heeseung’s lap, walking away as Madam Pomfrey starts to pour the bone mending medicine into the cup. Heeseung looks down to see his red and gold striped scarf neatly folded. Heeseung watches your back as you turn to him, smiling at him which causes him to smile as well.

Like Madam Pomfrey said, Heeseung was out before dinner, going to you as he teased you how you went to him right away when he fell off his broom while putting his scarf around you as he pressed a kiss on your cheek.

Yup, Sunghoon outed you. But you honestly don’t care.

Let the whole world be chaotic, you don’t care. All you care about is Heeseung.

(You’d still kick Sunghoon’s ass, though).

— july 26, 2022. heeracha.

#im sorry it took long i got carried away with some stuff lmAO #Hiraya-M #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung reactions #heeseung fluff #heeseung au #heeseung x reader

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You're a Keeper | Olivia Hye

Hogwarts AU

Related Works: Ecdysis

Slytherin!Olivia Hye x Gryffindor!Reader

Main Cast: Olivia Hye, Kim Lip, Somin, J.Seph, Yoongi, Ryujin, Sly/Ecdysis OC, Yoohyeon Minor Cast: Gayoon Mentioned: Momo, Yeji, Lisa, Jihyo, Hyuna

Warnings: First date woes, mentions of anxiety and nerves

Word Count: 7.3k

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Premise: Asking some out on a date is a test of bravery, asking out your longtime rival is an even bigger one even if it is a dare.

A/N: Once again wanna blame team brainrot @sanccharine and @foolish-sparrow for this one. Took longer than I thought it would, it's also double the length I though it'd be.

Also set in the same universe and time as Ecdysis, but I don't think it's required to understand everything that happens, it just provides a little bit of context.

It had been Jungeun’s idea, a pointed barb-like jab meant to unsettle your rival,  to throw her off balance.

Still it's unseemly the way your knee bounces in place. 

“Alright today we’ll be learning the Muffliato charm,” Professor Byun’s eyes dance across the class, a soft click of his tongue. “Considering what happened last class. I’m forced to assign you your pairs.”

There’s a smirk as his eyes land on you. “Miss Son, you’re with the keeper.”

A scowl wrestles across her lips as she begrudgingly moves from her seat, she moves like she's weighed down by an anchor. 

"Gryffindork." She greets, barbed tongue. 

Your quill twirls through your fingers, "it's not exactly Christmas for me either."

Especially with Jungeun’s gaze lingering over, a tangy sweet smile that could only compare to the devil. 

Her hand sweeps through her ripe orange hair, a knowing wink flutters towards you. 

Your relationship with Olivia has always been… Complicated to say the least. 

Memories flutter like butterflies, you were… Enemies? Rivals? 

Still you understood little of her… Dislike towards you, tracing all the way back to your first year. 

Potions class, so young and fresh-faced at least by comparison, when the cold blizzard of her frosty demeanor was only but a snowflake.

You had to admit she caught your eye at first glance, even in the dark fringed shadows of the dim classroom. The sharp edge of her eyes, beautiful like a readied dagger.

If only she was only half as jagged.

Your cauldron bubbles as your hands tremble. Potions was a fine art, that you had little faith in yourself with, it didn’t help she seemed like a fish taking to water.

Her movements are efficient yet almost dance-like.

It was hypnotizing to say the least.

You’d later learn from a few others that potions were in her blood, her great grandmother had started a potion empire off of the back of her hard work.

Your family had no such claim.

One of the few problems being a muggle, acclimation.

Time blurs everything besides your early set infatuation, destroyed by the bubbling explosion of your cauldron coating you in viscous potion fluid.

The mortification still lingers in your veins, deep and detestable, you’re just glad the self-deprecation had long since passed, but a sprinkle of an unneeded ingredient.

She twists ever so slightly under your gaze, like the slow melt of ice cream. 

“Do you have an eye problem or something?” She bites, still even you can tell her fangs are nowhere near as sharp.

“Only when it’s you.”

Her eyes quirk in surprise, the slightest tilt of her head. “That… didn't come out the way you thought it would?”

You huff ever so slightly, maybe old memories were throwing you off?

“Just try the charm already.”

There’s the twinge of her familiar smile, a simple flick of her wand, “muffliato”

It looked simple enough.

Your eyes narrow across her features, “how do you know it worked?”

There’s the slightest roll of her eyes, an ever so charming smirk. “What’d you want me to do? Share a secret? As if Gryffindork.”

A sigh parts your lips, the ghostly remnants of annoyance. “Fine, just say something you wouldn’t be caught dead saying.”

She gives a soft reluctant nod. “Fine… You’re a better quidditch player than me.”

Your gaze hovers over the rest of the class, no raucous remarks or biting howls, nothing but burning silence as they focused on their own wandwork.

A victory no one else gets to witness. 

There's the illicit taunt of her smile, piercing and strong. 

"Your turn loser."

There's a burden that hitches itself against your chest, an opportune time to follow Jungeun's plan. 

It's weird frenetic energy that lingers in your veins as you command your wand, you know it's not the charm. 

Jihyo would say it was nerves or anxiety. 

Something you usually didn't experience, though scented candles often made a decent shield. 

"Muffliato," you feel the faint hint of magic in the air. 

It’s a relentless coil you can barely stop, the words part through your lips before you can stop them.

There’s a flash of surprise, a rare occurrence for the often aloof chaser, spiny and sharp. The slightest quiver in her brow ticks away like seconds on a clock.

The silence sucks all the air out of your lungs, something you hope she can’t notice. Still, if you knew that’s all it took for her to shut up you would’ve done so sooner.

“I-Uh,” a rare weak stutter as she melts slowly like forgotten ice cream in a heated summer. Her voice shakes almost unsure.

There’s a nervous dry gulp that racks through her throat, something you mirror instantaneously. 

Her eyes narrow against yours like focused steel.

“Sure, I um, would like that.”

Hogwarts has a slightly different edge in the wake of your bravery, an illicit secret held only by three. 

Still, no one talked about the annoying semantics of actually sorting out a date, when you both were so busy. 

Or how much you wanted to throw up afterwards, still there’s a frazzled excitement that lingers in your veins, a buzzing dancing limelight.

Waves bounce and lap at the boast, dancing with crystalised moonlight, the closest thing you and Jungeun had to a hideout. Neither of you were the smart or lucky type to find one of the mysterious passage ways that seemed to linger in every crevice of stone.

Jungeun arches an eyebrow, her eyes floating over you with a practiced poise, "and she just agreed? Just like that?" 

Still there’s a hint of strain, a world of magic and this is what she can't suspend her disbelief with?

"Yeah? Why don't you believe in me?" 

She smiles that dancing smile you're so used to, it plays against a knife's edge. "Don't get me wrong buddy, I love you."

Her lips boil and twist, machinations in sugar coating. 

"You're not exactly smooth to put it lightly," there's the blossoming dance of a light chuckle.

You bite back an annoyed grimace, considering she’d known you since you were kids it was hard to argue against her.

She places a palm against your shoulder, “still, there’s something wonderfully endearing about the way you throw yourself at everything.”

Your tongue pokes at the lining of your cheek, you can’t tell if you want to shove her into the lake or pull her into a hug.

The former would be funnier.

Her feet dance along the edge almost mockingly, the moon drifts through the night air. 

The sole spotlight. 

Still you catch the edges of a cocked eyebrow, as her fingers fidgets absently. 

"You don't think she's up to something do you?" 

Your eyebrows crease under surprised weight, "it's not like you to worry Lippie."

The slightest hint of a frown lines her lips, a slight twitch of her nose highlighted by moonlight. 

"I can handle myself."

"I know, it's just… You weren't supposed to actually go on a date." there's a roll of her eyes you can't quite make out, made only obvious by the flare of hip with a rested hand and an annoyed tilt of her head. 

It's almost piercing, when you feel her gaze level against you. 

Like staring down a dragon or a dementor. 

"She seemed… Earnest."

That wasn't a lie. 

You catch the slightest huff leaving her lips as she takes a seat on the concrete edge, her feet dance against the almost glassy surface of Black Lake. 

You swear there's the tiniest grumble before she pats the concrete right next to her. 

"Do you remember when we were first years paddling across the lake," her eyes bounce across the lake like skipping stones.

"It's hard to forget, it was the first time I saw a castle in real life." 

You catch the glimmer of her teeth, a heated chuckle bounces through the air. 

"Yeah, well I made a promise to myself that day," her eyes return to you with that piercing glaze. 

It holds tight in the air like frosted snow in an eternal winter. 

"And what was that?" 

You feel her fingers crest your shoulders, "that I'd always have your back."

You sense there's something else, something more. 

"But?" 

"But… I won't hide the moments I disagree with."

"...Wait, don't tell me you're jealous, Lippie."

There's a grimace of annoyance that flashes over her flared smile, a roll of her eyes as her fingers settle on the bridge of her nose. 

Still a chuckle rumbles past her painted lips. 

"No you idiot, I'm just worried. She's always been out to get you ever since we were first years in potions class."

Your eyes flutter as a shrug floats through your shoulders. "She hasn't, wasn't that bad."

"Do I have to remind you how many detentions you've been in because of her?" 

"Ah-Well-" 

None this year, though it did line up with both of you joining your respective quidditch teams. 

A rare moment lingers on the edge of your brow, you'd gotten dangerously close to detention during flying class at the beginning of the year. 

You remember the morning dew that danced in the green grass, the morning sun stretching with an aching need through the lawn. 

A hawk-eyed glare drags across the class with a flared scowl etched into the teeth of Professor Gong. 

"Why am I not surprised to see you centered in this mess, Miss Son?" Her tongue clicks at the edge of teeth, raking with a seething edge. 

Wind billows with a light breeze, your eyes linger on Olivia. A rare dance of remorse at the grasp of her lips. 

"I-" 

"I explicitly told all of you to remain off your brooms while I assisted Miss Hirai to the hospital wing," another flare dances across her eyes as her words sink like daggers into each and every one of you. "So why is it that I find Miss Son parading about on her broom?”

It had been her idea, a test of skill, a race.

Something you were happy to indulge in, anything to wipe the smirk from her face.

It’s rare to catch her almost shrinking underneath the instructor’s pointed glare, something was amiss.

Instructor Gong’s eyes twist across the class for any sort of explanation.

There would be none.

A beleaguered sigh dances from her lips, “very well. 20 points deducted from Slytherin and detention for the rest of the week.”

“But-”

It almost tugs at your heart, the way her voice begs.

“But what Miss Son? You’re a talented flyer and I’ve given you plenty of chances because of that.” Her eyes narrow. “You need to understand that your actions have consequences.”

Her mouth opens with a begging ache even if words fail to tumble out.

Perhaps Instructor Gong was right.

Olivia’s gaze twinkles over the class, with an almost foreign softness, edged with an aching plea.

It was rare to see her so… docile and wounded.

Whispers dance through class like fluttering butterflies, even you can’t ignore the ruffle of laughter.

“I heard Slytherin’s Quidditch trials are this week.”

“Well, looks like she’s definitely not making it onto the Quidditch team.”

“What a loser, it’s all she’s been talking about.”

It hits like an anchor, you were partially responsible for indulging her. Your lungs vibrate with electric anxiety as your eyes linger over Olivia's sullen look.

Still you speak up.

“Actually, Instructor Gong it was my idea.”

A bold-faced lie.

You catch the echoes of surprise that linger on Olivia’s face, a twisted tilt of her face and knotted brows.

Something mirrored equally by Instructor Gong.

“Did I hear that right, Keeper?”

“Yes, maam.”

No need to get further on her bad side.

Her eyes bounce between you and Olivia, a furrowed brow and a deep breath. 

“Very well, 20 points to Gryffindor.”

Jihyo was gonna chew you out for losing points, especially when Slytherin could’ve lost po-

“Wait? To?”

“Are your ears not working, Keeper? I would be remiss to reward your bravery, especially when Gryffindor would’ve gained more from Miss Son’s detention.”

Perhaps, that’s the moment that softened Olivia to your charm.

Jungeun’s chuckle snaps you back.

“I doubt it buddy. Maybe she just feels like she owes you?”

The fireplace dances with a charmed brilliance, the smell of firewood hangs cozily in the air. Your fingers flick through old worn pages, yet try as you may there’s an uncomfortable edge that clings to your skin despite the snugness of your common room.

Your hand rakes through your hair with an exasperated sigh.

“Everything alright Keeps?” He strides with a clam ease, his own book clasped tight in his grasp, the slightest hint of worry furrowed into his brow.

“Uh-yeah?” Your lips crease and bow, anxiety lingers at the fringes. “I just-”

“Girl problems?” Crescent moon eyes shine with a hallowed warmth. “As your senior, I don’t mind giving some advice.”

Another voice bounces against the familiar stone walls, you can practically imagine the way her eyes roll.

“Ugh, don’t listen to him, he's an idiot.” Somin prowls over your shoulder, catching the briefest glimpse of your textbook before deciding the conversation at hand was far more interesting.

Still, J.Seph has his signature calm smile. “What makes you say that? I’ve been on plenty of dates.”

Somin’s features dance with a teasing smile like a hunter catching prey in a trap. “Yet, here you are without a girlfriend.”

“I resent that.”

“You’re supposed to,” her gaze twists over you with a soft smile. “Who's the lucky person Keeper? Jihyo wouldn’t give us the details.”

“Probably scared we’d date crash.”

That was an issue you definitely didn’t want to think about.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna tell either of you.”

Somin just shrugs. “Fair enough, don’t blame you.”

“So did you ask them on a date or the other way around?” J.seph asks, finding a deep comfort in a nearby couch.

“What is this? 21 questions.”

Somin releases a sigh, “he means well believe it or not.”

“Just trying to do my job as a senior.”

“Mmh, sure sure J.”

“I asked if you must know.”

The warm crackle of fire is the only sound that lingers in the air, an awkward silence hangs thick like fog.

Still a question hangs at the edge of your lips, a weighted tension you’d done your best to ignore.

“What do I do if she only said yes because she felt like she owed me?”

“Well, uh…” J.seph shifts uncomfortably in his seat, fingers working at his chin hoping to channel great philosophers no doubt.

“I don’t actually know Keeps.”

“Can’t say I have better advice than J for once. Jihyo would probably know what to do… But you risk the chance of her getting overprotective.”

You’d heard stories from the other members. 

Well intended horror stories.

An undisputed counterweight to Slytherin’s carefree captain.

J.Seph hums a rare tune, akin to a light bulb electrified for the first time in centuries. “Regardless, I think you should take the chance you’ve been given, whether she agreed out of pity or genuine interest. Plus try to get a gauge on their general like if you don’t know them already.”

Somin nods along with a surprised countenance, “I would recommend going to Lisa for outfit advice though.”

“Agreed.”

It was weird to find Olivia mulling about in the hallway mere meters away from the hospital wing. Even weirder still was the pointed glare easily rivaling the ones she’d commonly level at you in years past.

It’s out of place in the usually calm atmosphere.

“Should I be worried or jealous that someone else has managed to draw your ire?”

Her glare is still piercing even if it isn’t aimed at you,still you catch the lingering menace in the air as she warns someone she has her eyes on them. 

Your eyes peek past her shoulder for the briefest of moments, you see the familiar flare of hair denoting one Min Yoongi, prefect, chaser prodigy and personal nightmare fuel for your hopes of being a decent keeper.

You also notice Sly, Slytherin Duel Captain and the center of a cyclone of rumors, many best left unsaid.

Well at least if you liked your bones being unbroken.

According to rumors at least.

Rumors and hearsay aside, you didn’t want to get on the wrong side of them. Their prowess had led to the dissolution of Crossed Wands on the off chance they’d participate.

Yet here she was prodding a sleeping bear, granted from a decent enough distance to maybe get away.

Her eyes never detract from the conversation between the two except for the brief moment she takes you in. 

“Oh, it’s just you.”

No insulting nicknames or scathing remarks.

It’s somehow more odd and unsettling than a stray dementor or boggart.

“Huh, I can see why you’re by the hospital wing, something is surely wrong with you.”

Her eyes clamp shut, a strained almost frustrated sigh drags along her throat. “Could you shut up? I’m trying to eavesdrop.”

Still, you can't help but notice the slightest softened edge to her hostility. 

"Anything in particular we're listening out for?" Your voice nothing but a hushed whisper. 

"Well, if you must know, it turns out Yoongi's leaning to the Ryujin side of things regretfully."

Cocked eyebrow is your only response, well, at least until you realise she isn't gonna look your way. 

Too focused on the hushed conversation. 

"Regretfully?" 

"Yes, regretfully I'm on team Yeji becau-" her eyes dart over you with a flash of surprise. "-That's beside the point, it's a whole thing in a quidditch team."

You do your best to make out the words exchanged, yet it's a swirling jumbled mess. 

"Didn't peg you for a romant-" 

You catch the briefest glimmer of fluster as she hushes you with a wave of her hand. 

"Shut up, it's just getting good."

It's rare to see the slow bloom of a smile on her lips, at least in your presence. Still you can't help but feel the slightest twinkle of joy in your chest as the tiniest curve of her lips graces her face. 

Still her eyes follow and bounce like a really good book, you swear she's so lost in the conversation that she forgot about your presence. 

The thought is punctuated with an ecstatic fist pump. The beginnings of happy laughter rumble through her cheeks before her eyes land on you. 

She clears her throat. 

"So?" 

"Oh, uh. Yoohyeon finally made a move on Sly."

"The muggle snake?"

Her eyes snap to you with a sharpened precision, the slow roll of her neck reveals a layer of frost and cold you hadn't quite seen from her before. 

"You want to say that again?" 

You hear the shift in the sleeves of her robe. 

The slow draw of a wand. 

You hadn't ever seen her so quick to fight, not in the years that you've known her. 

Well more of butted heads, but that made no difference. 

Still, you'd heard from the other Gryffindor kids about the Slytherin obsession. 

The Wizarding World was an odd place, a struggle that you were still having a hard time adjusting to even now. 

Your eyebrows knit together as you slowly raise your palms, "I meant no offense. I could never understand the wizard obsession with blood."

Slowly the layer of frost melts with realization, a flash of widened eyes as she stows her wand hastily. 

"I-" 

A deep sigh passed through lips, like a pressure valve releasing what it can. 

Her nose scrunches. 

There is the slightest hum of acknowledgement. "That does explain a lot though."

Her lips purse as her eyes linger softly against your face. 

"I'm sorry, I'm not usually so quic-" 

You knew that already, she was typically more bark than bite in the violent sense. 

Mutually assured destruction however, wasn't outside of the question. Many shared detentions had driven that point home. 

"To violence, I know."

You offer the briefest flutter of a smile, a small reassurance. 

There's a grumble of words you can't quite make out. 

"What was that?" 

"Hm? Oh, stress amongst other things has been getting to me. Professor K won't let me take my wand onto the quidditch field."

"Why's that?" 

There’s a hesitation, a smile slowly creeps on to her lips. 

“Violent outbursts.”

A laugh blisters through your throat, violent and abrupt. 

"Now, that sounds more like you." A smile teems at the edge of your lips. Crossing your arms you can't help but notice the slightly cute if annoyed glare. "But have you tried de-stressing a little? Scented candles and breathing exercises are usually my go to."

There's a shift to her eyes, an almost soft surprise. "Hm, you didn't seem like the type."

"We all have our secrets and quirks, Olivia."

You don't quite catch the small hint of a frown as her name rolls off your tongue. 

Months had fluttered by in the blink of an eye, even the sorrowful taste of defeat bubbles past without fanfare, you’re too focused on other things.

Your veins cackle with frenetic energy, matched only by the racing beat of your heart. Your feet pace against cobblestone paths, Hogsmeade was often a point of comfort. The delicate cozy warmth and the flow of butterbeer a shield against the stress of Hogwarts life.

Yet it’s anything but.

“Everything alright love?” An unfamiliar voice, a practiced glimmer of teeth, prim and proper.

Only now do you feel it, the ignored anxious edge that bites at your skin.

“You’ve been pacing around for quite a bit.”

“Uh-yeah, just a bit nervous.” Your fingers wash over the back of your neck.

There’s an almost knowing smile that blisters across her lips. “First date?”

“How’d you know?”

“You come to know the signs over the years,” a flash of recognition bursts across her eyes. “Where are my manners, Madam Heo, but Gayoon works just fine.”

She offers a hand, soft against the firm callouses of your own hand. “Everyone calls me Keeper.”

There’s the slightest twinkle in her eyes, a brilliant smile. “Keeper was my position back in school.”

You catch a slight quirk in her eyebrows. “You’re the one who asked Olivia on a date aren’t you?”

“Surely you didn’t gather that from nerves.”

A brief chuckle lingers against her lips, “No Hyuna told me. She was surprised that someone built up the courage.”

“Hyuna?”

“Ah, right. I believe it’s professor Kim now,” a finger taps across her cheek. “She teaches ancient runes I think?”

“You think? I thought she was a friend of yours.”

She nods, “we are, we’ve been friends since our time as students but I found some subjects awfully dull, ancient runes being one of them.”

“Anyway, enough about me. You should come inside, Olivia will be here any minute now.”

It’s calmer than you expected, lingering remarks from Lisa and Somin of garish tackiness fall on deaf ears. Candles hum with a delicate warmth, there’s a romantic moodiness that hangs in the air.

“What happened to the-”

There’s a hum of a smile.

“The tackiness? Got rid of it when I finally scrounged enough Galleons together to become the official owner. So please tell your friends it’s safe to come back.”

She guides you to a table nestled in the corner far from prying eyes. There’s a sudden seriousness to her expression.  “Actually, what made you decide to have your date here? It can’t have been the raving reviews of your peers.”

“Jihyo, my team captain. She said and I quote, if you intend to take your date seriously, take her somewhere serious. The Three Broomsticks is no place for romance.” You cock your head to the side, a slight chuckle dances across your lips remembering her barely veiled anger. “Do you think she had a bad date at the Broomsticks?”

A smile skirts across her lips. “Maybe? Did you want some advice?”

“Yeah, that’d be great actually, everyone has been less than helpful.”

“Compliment her when she comes in, tell her she looks great." She practically prances around your table. "Good conversation is a must but most importantly be yourself."

"Gotcha."

The front door bell rings with a crisp edge, the jingle instantly puts you on edge. There's a heightened prickle itching against your skin, an uncomfortable warmth. 

"Sounds like she's here, I'll be back with tea and refreshments."

It takes all your strength to not sink into your chair, it takes you even more to peel yourself away. 

You wanted to make a good impression. 

Needed to. 

Still your heart pounds in your throat with each step, the weakest parts of your mind begging to run and hide. 

The door clatters shut. 

She's beautiful. 

Well and truly. 

It socks you in the chest harder than a depulso charm, even in spite of the aloofness that lingers in her eyes and dances on her lips. 

Perfect wind tousled hair matched only by the shroud of her leather jacket. You can't help but kick yourself for not asking her out sooner. 

She's effervescent, a hand trails through hair. She looks like she'd pull you into the night on top of a motorcycle for the ride of your life. 

A troubled look lingers in her eyes, a tangle of worry knots her eyebrows. 

"Is there something on my face Gryffindork?" 

Her hands dive into the pockets of her jacket as her tongue runs over her teeth. 

"Uh, what? No… It's just ah you look great."

Do you offer a handshake? Go for a hug or what? 

Man you should've really asked for more help. 

Though it's not like you could Google it on Hogwarts ground. 

Her worry almost weighs heavier at your words, "thanks? I didn't think it would suit me but Yooh insisted."

She almost paces under your gaze. 

Right, you should take her to your table. "Our table's right over here."

You barely hide the tremble in your leg as you take a seat. 

"I didn't think you were the type for a tea shop."

"I'm not usually but I figured it would be a nice change of pace from the Three Broomsticks."

Her fingers dance in place with an almost pedantic edge. "That's certainly brave." 

Even in the candlelit warmth, her voice runs cold with a biting edge. 

A frown deepens across her lips as her eyes avoid yours, "Did you wait for long?" 

"No, not at all."

It bubbles in your chest, the lingering silence spoils and rots into anxiety unhinged. 

Her mouth opens, thoughts, words lingering on the edge go unsaid.

This was certainly going great. It’s not like you could both talk about the quidditch game either, a bitter point for both parties involved.

Even if Slytherin won.

Your throat runs dry.

There’s a subtle cough to your side, Gayoon. A small safety blanket against the waves of bouncing anxiety even if your heart feels seasick amongst the swell.

“Here’s your tea, as well as some cake, on the house,” she flashes you a smile, running a hand over your shoulder with a comforting squeeze as she places the cake on the table. 

Olivia's eyes light up with a barely concealed joy, "thanks."

Gayoon leaves without any further words only offering a thumbs up. 

Olivia's teaspoon swipes through a slice of cake like the flash of a knife. "Oh that's good."

"Should I be concerned that you get special treatment from Madam Heo?" There's a bite-like edge to her words, snarky and barbed. It only takes a gaze at her eyes to know it's unintentional, a brief flash of worry. 

"It's-" 

The front door jingles and your heart sinks. 

"okay."

Everything was not okay, your skin prickles, blisters with an anxious heat equivalent to the sun. 

Boots pad across the floor pounding against your heart. Still, there’s an almost wasted attempt at stealth on Yoongi’s part as his companion’s laughter echoes through the air.

“I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop,” there’s an almost unsung happiness to Ryujin’s voice, candid and real compared to the stories you’d heard from your seniors. 

A bright enthused smile.

She hardly seemed like the promiscuous type.

“If all it’d take was winning the Quidditch cup-” her smile sinks as her eyes latch onto you and Olivia. “There’s the other shoe.”

“Wh-?” A flash of panic dances across his eyes. “Fuck.”

His wand moves with a familiar poise.

Muffliato.

“Earth to Gryffindork,” Olivia’s hand waves in front of your eyes, there’s a hum that lines her throat as she scans your face.

“Sorry,” you offer the shake of your head. Still, you can’t quite focus on Olivia. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted some cake.”

It’s hard to focus with daggers pointed straight at your head, Yoongi settles into his seat with a muffled huff, eyes never quite leaving your head. You couldn’t help but feel like prey under the gaze of a snake-like predator.

Your teeth grind against each other, tensed with an anxious edge. 

If you weren’t over thinking every small interaction before, you certainly are now. The air feels stuffy and hard to breathe, it’s almost hard to believe this started out as a dare.

You’d taken the excuse and run with it, so too had your anxiety you suppose. A thinly veiled shield if she rejected you.

“Uh, I’m not hungry.” Her eyes narrow against you as you force a smile across your lips. “You have it.”

“...Alright.” There’s the slightest pout that you catch, yet, if she doesn’t believe you she certainly doesn’t say anything.

She eats slowly but surely in the suffocating silence.

You can't help but feel pinned against Yoongi's gaze, a scowl forms at the edge of his lips twisting into a frown. 

Olivia's eyebrows twitch, furrowed with thinly veiled annoyance. Her lips tighten, yet somehow there's a softness to her as she takes a deep breath. 

"Are you okay?" Fight as you may, your fingers tug at your collar as you gulp dryly on air. "You haven't touched your tea."

Words choke against your throat without a noise.

Her eyes trail, following your gaze, snapping against Yoongi. A grumble lines her throat, her grip tense against the table, you swear you can hear the creak of wood bending against her strength.

“Of course that idiot is here with Ryujin.” The venom simmers and boils, barely concealed in your presence. 

Even in spite of her anger, you can’t help but think about how you could’ve been a better date. You should’ve remained focused on your date, fearless like a true Gryffindor. Instead here you were watching a potential trainwreck.

Could’ve asked her about her day.

Hell, you should’ve brought flowers, despite her appearance she seemed like a closet romantic.

Could’ve been smoother overall.

The front door jingles with an almost panicked rush, everything comes to a crawl in that moment.

She already has her wand drawn, she always was quicker on the draw. Still your fingers fumble against your own wand before it clatters to the floor. 

You should’ve talked her down, instead of being lost in the mists of your own anxiety. Even then? What would you have said?  It almost feels like crossing a boundary, who were you to tell her what to do?

You catch an almost mirrored spark of magic at the tip of Yoongi’s wand, still there’s an almost reflexive panic like he was staring down a Graphorn.

Frankly you could see it.

Still, part of you moves instinctively to protect her, even as your wand lays forgotten to the side. Your muscles bounce and buckle as you push yourself in front of her. 

Your shoulder shudders under her strength as she shoves you to the ground, anger seethes in every fiber of her body.

“Depul-”

“Flipe-”

“Expelliarmus.” 

Both of their wands soar through the air, clattering to the floor.

The voice echoes without the deep-seated desperation you’d heard on the Quidditch field, instead you catch the wisps of an almost annoyed sigh. You’d never known Slyherin’s duel captain on a personal level, it came with the territory of being a Gryffindor.

Despite the look of pure mortification that flashes across Olivia's eyes, anger and rage still boils to the top as her fists clench, rushing recklessly at Yoongi.

“Seriously?” there’s a roll of the captain’s eyes, as they grapple against Olivia’s fury. Still there’s an almost pleased look that dances across their lips, impressed by Olivia’s gumption. 

“Yooh, why don’t you look after the kid while I deal with things in here,” there’s an almost honey sweet like quality that lingers against the nickname, despite the physical pressure.

You feel a soft hand tug you to your feet, an endearing smile. “Sorry about this, we’re not usually this bad.”

She pulls out of the tea shop and suddenly you can breathe again, the embers of sunset crest the hills soaking the world in an orange honey warmth. 

She checks you over with a soft smile, a stark contrast to the almost domineering warmonger that nearly maimed J.Seph on the Quidditch field. 

Her lips purse into a frown, “Sorry again.”

“It’s okay, I’m no worse for wear,” your eyebrows knot together. “Right?”

She chuckles, “Peak physical health, but I can’t imagine you have the highest opinion of Slytherin, especially given the last couple occasions.”

Occasions was one way to put it.

“I don’t mind if you dislike us, especially if it’s because of what happened on the Quidditch field.” her teeth tug anxiously at her lips. “But please don’t hold it against Olivia.”

“I mean I still came to the date didn’t I?”

“I mean, yeah.” she nods, “but chivalry is one of your house qualities.”

That wasn’t wrong. 

It’s like a gust of wind.

“I like her a lot.”

She smiles, “then you should tell her that. Though-”

The front door jingles as Sly stretches with a yawn. “It’ll have to wait, those two morons have to clean up the tea shop.”

You could never understand the duel captain’s nickname.

“And you’re not helping them?” annoyance knots across her eyebrows. “You should be making things easier for the lovebirds, not harder.”

There’s a roll of Sly’s eyes. “Because you made it easier for me right?”

“I-” she pouts grumpily, somehow it’s more cute than angry. She rolls her eyes in turn. “You stupefy someone once.”

“You did it more than once-”

“I did not!” Her boots stomp into the ground.

“You’re saying you didn’t make me stupid in love?” A teasing smirk lines their lips, you swear you can taste bile at the fringes of your throat.

Still, she melts, a blush blooms across her cheeks.

“Plus I distinctly remember someone avoiding me for a couple months,” despite the context you catch a smile on the feared captain’s lips.

“Because I was mortified, well that and…” her voice trails off lost in thought. “What if she does the same thin-”

“She won’t,” there’s firm confidence that you wish you had.

“What makes you so sure?” Yoohyeon’s eyebrows knit together much like your own. 

“Just call it a feeling,” Sly’s eyes wash over you with a piercing calculativeness that you previously didn’t notice. “You don’t have your wand right?”

Your palms pad over every familiar spot coming up with nothing.

A cocky smirk lingers, “She’ll return it, she has to.”

“That’s… Sly.”

Your comment earns you a wink, “it’s nice to know my genius doesn’t go unnoticed. Olivia might have to watch out before I have a new favorite junior.”  

“Anyway, Yooh. I can hear the Three Broomsticks calling our name so we should make our exit.”

Ironic that you’ve gotten more help from the Slytherin quidditch team than your own.

Well, Lisa and Jihyo were excluded obviously.

“Oh, and Keeper?”

“Yeah?”

“Good luck, you’re gonna need it.”

A yawn tugs at your lips as you rest against the edge of your bed.

Maybe you’d been a little pre-emptive in praising Sly. You feel it like a dripping leak  in your heart.

What if she only agreed to the date because she felt like she owed you? It’s a thought you shouldn’t linger on.

But you can’t help it.

Jungeun doesn’t respond to any of your messages.

Maybe she was already asleep?

The alternative was less than ideal.

Before you can mope any longer an owl swoops into your dorm practically throwing an envelope square at your face before departing.

You don’t even need to read who it’s from, the owl’s decorum was more than enough evidence to go off of.

We need to talk, meet me at the clock tower courtyard.

It wasn’t unheard of for you to sneak out, frankly the opposite. Yet, somehow there’s something illicit about sneaking out to meet Olivia. 

The cool night air whips at your skin, still it aches more in anticipation for what the night could bring.

You spot her sitting at the edge of the fountain, knuckle white grip holding her in place. A troubled look lingers with a staining grimace.

“Hey?”

A frown settles in place on her lips. There’s a curt coldness to her voice. 

“Hey.”

You settle next to her, “everything alright?”

She scoffs, “I dunno.” Her voice reeks with a biting sarcasm. “I spent my afternoon cleaning up a tea shop after a disaster date, so I’m doing fucking dandy Keeper.”

A sigh passes through your lips, flecks of cold settle in your chest. It takes everything you have to speak. “I’m guessing you don’t want to talk about it then?”

“What, no-” A deep breath as her fingers run across her eyebrows. “Yes. I dunno.”

There’s a frustration that bounces in her eyes, she huffs passing you your wand. “Can you do me a favor?”

Forget this ever happened?

Never talk to her again?

“What?”

“P-Light this candle,” she pulls a candle from her coat pocket.

“Why?”

Another deep breath as she closes her eyes, still you catch the embers of annoyance in her voice. “Because, Sly took my wand away.”

“Oh, yeah sure thing.”

The candle blooms with a subtle warmth, lavender saunters through the air easing the rough hewn edges of your anxious heart.

It’s easy to sit in the small warmth of the lavender candle and gaze at the stars, twinkle and glisten with an unrivaled luster. It’s easy to forget how truly beautiful the stars can be without the hustle and bustle of muggle life.

Your eyes trickle over Olivia lost in the enamour of the stars, a smile settles on your lips.

Your heart aches with burden, knowing you have to be the one to break such a beautiful silence.

“Oli-”

Her fist snaps its grip to your shirt, a frown settles on her lips. Yet her eyes remain starbound.

“Don’t.”

“Oliv-”

Her grip tightens, pulling at the fabric of your shirt. Yet somehow her voice is softer than a snowflake.

“Please don’t ruin this.”

“Ruin what?”

“You don’t get it, this was my chance.” there’s a soft tentativeness as she finally looks at you. “I know it was just a stupid dare but I thought maybe, just maybe that’d you’d fall for me if I tried hard enough.”

“W-”

“But I screwed it up, royally.”

You can’t help but smile, “it wasn’t that bad.”

“I’m sorry did you start a fight and shove your date to the side? No, I didn't think so.” 

“So you can be a bit passionate.”

“And I ate all of the stupid cake by myself and I didn’t compliment you even though you looked great-”

“Thanks.”

“I killed any conversation by being boring-”

You press your hand against her tightened grip.

“Olivia.”

You catch the burning flicker of annoyance as it threatens to bloom into a forest fire. Only now do you realize it was directed at herself.

“-What?”

“I like you,” a deep breath to gather your strength. “A lot.”

Her eyebrows knit together as her eyes narrow against yours, hesitation quivers at her brow expecting a trap.

“...I  thought you hated me?”

It’s almost bewildering to hear her say that.

“I thought you hated me since potions class.”

“What, why?” There’s a lingering incredulousness that clouds her eyes.

“Because you sabotaged my cauldron.”

“Oh my god you’re an idiot Keeper, I tried saving your cauldron after you fucked up.” Despite her annoyance you catch a glimmer of teeth straying across her features.

You’d take an annoyed smile.

“Huh,” still a question lingers. “Why’d you decide to help a random muggle?”

“You really don’t remember huh?” She rolls her eyes. “You helped me with my luggage after my parents bailed. I tried finding you after the sorting hat ceremony but by that point you were already joined by the hip with Jungeun.”

“She is more than a little overprotective.”

“You know I thought you guys were together for the longest time.”

“Me and Jungeun? Hell no, we grew up together plus she has her eye on a prefect.”

“Is that why she causes so much trouble? Please tell me it isn’t Yoongi, that’d be gross.”

You can’t help but laugh at the sour expression on her face.

“Indeed it would be, Olivia.” you turn to her with a wistful smile, if only your date had gone half as well as right now.

But what was a journey without a little bit of turbulence?

“Please, don’t call me that.” She frowns.

“What? Oli-”

“Yeop.”

“Okay?” One of the few times confundus could be replicated without magic.

“Hyeju.” She takes a deep breath, eyes lingering on the stars to give her strength. “That’s my actual name.”

Did you even want to ask? Probably not. Purebloods were always more than a little weird.

“Does anyone else call you by that name?”

“No one except for you… hopefully.”

"Why me?" 

There's the tiniest hint of a huff that flares at the edge of her nostrils. "Because, and I say this praying it doesn't go to your head. But I think you're a keeper."

There's an almost forbidden softness to those last few words, they ache with a feeling she can't quite put into words. It's undeniably her. 

"Thanks for noticing I am in fact a keeper-" there's the flare of a teasing smile against the edge of your lips. A pointed snarky jab finds its mark as you feel her grip tighten with the scrunch of her nose. 

"You k-" 

"Hyeju."

It's almost sudden, the way she melts. A flare of softness that you can't quite catch in the clouds in her eyes. 

She pulls herself deep into your shoulder, a flooded content warmth flows through your chest. 

Everything is perfect in those small stray seconds and minutes, the twinkle of the stars feels brighter and radiant. 

A kiss begs itself across your lips and onto the crown of her head as you pull her closer, basking in the starlight. 

Her grip tightens against your shirt with an almost dangerous strength before fading into the obscurity of your warmth. 

It's tranquil and perfect in those moments, lost adrift in a sea of stars. 

Your eyes dance and linger with mirth, brought out of step only by the soft gingerly touch of her fingertips against your jaw. 

There's a timidness that doesn't go unnoticed, a dainty delicate touch. A fear that the moment would shatter like glass under her touch. 

Still she musters her courage, a thumb swipes across your cheek as she peels herself away from your warm embrace. 

She presses her soft lips against yours. 

You'd always hear stories about how a first kiss is akin to fireworks or the strike of lightning. 

This was nothing like that, instead you feel warm, fuzzy it's the slow billowing warmth of something more. 

A cozy cottage in the middle of winter, where kids knock on your front door and ask how you stayed together. 

Three magical words only by her touch. 

"You're a keeper."

#son hyeju #olivia hye #olivia hye imagines #olivia hye scenarios #olivia hye x reader #olivia hye x you #loona #loona olivia hye #loona imagines #loona scenarios #loona x reader #loonaxyou #kpop #kpop idols #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop x you #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios

[rayssion]

Anyways so I had a bunch of strange dreams the other night.

In one set up there were Nico (who somehow has a white belt/tail) Will (who was tall tall, and his hair was also tall kinda wayv and tied at the back of his head in a man bun) and a giant of some sort. Nico was running from the giant so he hid under a massive glass table that somehow camouflaged him, his belt/tail holding him from falling till reinforcement came, it was Will.

The other set up there were Leo, Percy and Hazel digging someone's grave while laughing at some jokes. Idk what was that guys but I hope it's Octavian's grave.

The other set up there were Yeji, Ryujin and Chaeryeong from Itzy contemplating about a dance for a comeback thing and then LeeKnow casually slips in and dances with them.

And lastely, Barty force feeding Regulus cuz the latter refused to eat his vegetables, they were at the Slytherin table in the great hall, McGonagall was singing and for some reason Harry was sitting there with James and they were seriously discussing cupcakes.

Such a wild night y'all.

#idk what to tag again #I'll just drop their names #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #giant lol #leo valdez #percy jackson #hazel levesque #octavian #hwang yeji #shin ryujin #lee chaeryeong #lee know #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #regulus black #james potter #harry potter #minerva mcgonagall #slytherin skittles

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

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Summary: [a HP au] Park Jay is from a prestigious pureblood family. He is intimidating, everyone but his friends are afraid of him. Han YN, the muggleborn Slytherin. YN bumps into him one day and from there their fates seemed intertwined.

Taglist: @staysstrays @lightningdaze  @tomorrowbymoa-together  @c9tnoos  @le-chenle @itsjynop  @qghosty  @mymeloem19

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Writing this now, I realise this au had too many characters 😂. I'm pretty sure I forgot about half of them and this is only covering the main lot 😂. This turned out much longer than I expected so enjoy.

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We left off with everyone graduating. Well the 7th years atleast.

Yejigyu are engaged, they decide to hire a wedding planner. Who after meeting them and hearing the plans they have/want to do for their wedding quits.

In an attempt to save their wedding, Yejigyu try to get the whole bff's to help plan the wedding.... Yeah it was a complete disaster.

In a surprise turn of events, it's actually Jake who ends up being the saviour, he takes over planning and actually does it well.

So well that he's now starting a wedding planning business.

Moving on from yejigyu to Ynjay. They move in together and it's interesting 😂.

Despite being such an extrovert, Jay never realised how much YN talks. In the sense there's never silence and it works for them cause Jay's always listening.

He's listening to her rambles when she's half asleep, when she's telling him about her day and when she's just telling him some random childhood story she remembered.

Jay's family isnt really mentioned in the smau cause they aren't important but it's safe to say YN has met the important family members and ofcourse they love her.

One argument they do have is of YN doing too much for her friends. When the friends were helping to plan, it was very much YN trying to sort things out for both bride and groom.

Which lead to her being burnt out cause she was doing so much and Jay didn't like that his gf was literally exhausting herself for her best friends wedding.

So he went and talked to yejigyu who were horrified that YN was even doing so much, agreed with Jay and that's when Jake somehow became the wedding planner.

YN however wasnt so happy about this, in her head it was like Jay went behind her back and that argument wouldve lead to silent treatment but she can't even be mad at Jay for a second so it ended quickly.

Yejigyu however did have a massive argument that went on for atleast a week.

Over whether YN would be a bridesmaid or a groomsmaid(?). Both wanted her on their side and neither was willing to back down.

This lead to Heeseung and Ryujin forcing them to sign joint custody papers of YN. While Ynjay are just looking at this with fond exasperation.

In the end Yeji wins and YN is her bridesmaid but Beomgyu still insists she be there for his bachelor party and wear a corsage matching to the boys suits, to show she's on his side too.

The babies, are in their 7th year and obviously still running to YN and now Jay too for advise on everything.

Sunoo to everyone's shock is head boy with Giselle as Head Girl. YN is fully supportive of them both and they appreciate her support and love.

Despite not being at Hogwarts, the babies insist that YN come visit so on the odd Hogmeade weekend she goes to see them.

Without fail the babies receive care packages from her every month and extra on their birthday. Everyone else in Hogwarts is very jealous.

After the chaotic mess that yejigyus wedding, Jay starts to go ask everyone important in YN's life for permission to marry her.

Beomgyus parents kinda lose it with tears and hugs but they're also super happy and proud of YN.

Jay assumed it would be the guys and the babies that were the most territorial of YN. Nope instead it's the girls.

Yeji outright threatens him, Ningning tells him she will murder him if he doesn't keep making YN happy and Ryujin silently conveys how much pain he'll be in for hurting yn once....

The babies are really just touched that Jay came to them to ask permission too.

YN after the wedding is doing the same thing, Jays friends find it hilarious and use the situation to they're advantage...

Sunghoon demands baked goods every month for the rest of the year and YN laughs telling him she would've done it if he just asked her.

Which leads to YN finding out about Jay threatening his friends about asking her to bake/cook things for them.

They've both gone and gotten rings to propose bug haven't gotten to it yet. Everyone frustrated decides to get them on a date and then celebrate whoever proposes first.

Considering how YN is, everyone assumed she'll propose first, there's a bet going on, with quite a lot of money on YN proposing first.

That obviously doesn't happen, Jay proposes first and then YN reveals she did exactly what he did.

All their friends come out of their guiding spots, either crying abt losing money or so overjoyed that they hug Jay and won't let him go.

Unlike the huge wedding Yejigyu had, Ynjay opt for a smaller wedding with Jake planning ofcourse.

It's at the reception that YN is approached about teaching at Hogwarts, she doesn't commit to anything at that moment but says she would be happy to come back.

And that's how she ends up back at Hogwarts as a teacher in You Belong With Me.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

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[jihyology]

BROOM, CRASH, BOOM,, shin ryujin.

WARNINGS: mention of heights, ryujin slightly snaps at yuna ( how dare she ), Yeji pulls Y/ns hair, mention of food, Ryujin loses control of her broom, Ryujin knocks Y/n unconscious 😍, implied Hufflepuff!Yeji and Y/n, other than that an attempt was made at fluff <3

IDOLS MENTIONED: the whole of Itzy, Tzuyu and Momo (t), Lisa (bp), Minho (skz), Karina (æ).

NOTE: my tumblr is glitching, and I’m about to have a mental breakdown— so please ignore all of the paragraph replications.

WORD COUNT: 2.3k <3

RYUJIN carefully sat atop her broom, lingering a few hundred feet in the air, and relishing in the dampened dewy eye of morning. It was too early, and the dark haired girl's teammates practically carved the words into her brain, screeching, as if it were a chalkboard and their voices the sharpened claws. She knew it was early, she could feel it first hand.

“I need to sleep too, and if they don’t shut their yappy little mouths they’ll be grazed by the bullet.” Ryujin grumbled to herself, rolling her shoulder blades. She was rambling, and didn’t mean to seem so harsh, but there was only a limit to her tolerance; testing it in the morning was a cheat code to letting her temper free.

“Unnie-yah, can’t we have a five minute break? It’s literally the buttcrack of dawn!” She heard a familiar voice whine. The dark haired girl sighed, knowing that the girl was elected among her peers to try and sway the quidditch captain. They weren’t exactly wrong to select the girl over all else, Ryujin did have a small soft spot for her, and they were the closest. Nonetheless, the elder girl swivelled her head around, glaring at the younger girl; Shin Yuna.

“Unnie-yah, can’t we have a five minute break? It’s literally the buttcrack of dawn!” She heard a familiar voice whine. The dark haired girl sighed, knowing that the girl was elected among her peers to try and sway the quidditch captain. They weren’t exactly wrong to select the girl over all else, Ryujin did have a small soft spot for her, and they were the closest. Nonetheless, the elder girl swivelled her head around, glaring at the younger girl; Shin Yuna.

“Unnie-yah, can’t we have a five minute break? It’s literally the buttcrack of dawn!” She heard a familiar voice whine. The dark haired girl sighed, knowing that the girl was elected among her peers to try and sway the quidditch captain. They weren’t exactly wrong to select the girl over all else, Ryujin did have a small soft spot for her, and they were the closest. Nonetheless, the elder girl swivelled her head around, glaring at the younger girl; Shin Yuna.

“We’ve been here fifteen minutes, Yuna. You know we have a game later today, and that we always practice beforehand. Even if it is at the buttcrack of dawn.” The captain deadpanned, tilting her head down, and harshly sighing through her nose.

“Look, Shin, it’s one last practice, the game is in less than three hours. And the slytherins have hogged the slot closest to the game. It wasn’t my choice,” she almost whispered, but Yuna still heard her. If Ryujin hadn’t made them all use a spell that enhanced hearing, the younger girl was sure she wouldn’t have done.

The blonde haired gryffindor nodded, frowning at the fact she pressed the girl. All Ryujin was doing was her job as captain, and Yuna now saw that.

“I know. And there’ll be no more complaints from me, unnie. I’m sorry.” The elder Shin smiled at her teammate, softly patting her back in thanks, and soon dismissing her.

And yet, all Ryujin could do was wonder if a certain someone was going to be there.

Bloody hell you were tired. It was nine in the morning, and you had just endured the wrath of a very grouchy Yeji. You just wanted to sleep, for pete's sake! The only reason you were to wake up this early on a Saturday was for the quidditch match. And the only reason you were going to the quidditch match was out of a partial feeling of duty.

Quidditch is a staple of Hogwarts, and appealing to that fact you felt as if it was your job to attend a few matches. Namely the ones where your house were playing, and the final match of the season. ( But, if you were asking Yeji, she’d tell you it was for the cute gryffindor captain. )

You stretched out your arms, and yelled a little in satisfaction. You sounded a little like a dinosaur to Yeji, and she always reinforced the idea whenever you practiced the action.

You groaned loudly, and again, to try and affect the older girl occupying the bathroom. If she was going to wake you, she needed to hear your discontempt.

“Y/n, stop whining! You know fully well you asked me to wake you!” Yeji yelled from next to the sink, the bathroom was only to the left of your bed, so she really didn’t need to yell. You whined, swivelling your dishevelled head to the left.

“I can, and will continue, Yej! I have a right to sleep, and I’m not sure who you are to think you can take it away—“ you slightly rambled, your voice rushed and heated.

“Seeker Shin is playing~” Yeji sang, and -despite still in the middle of chugging along your speech like a whizzing train- you suddenly grew quiet. Your best friend giggled, knowing exactly what would quieten you.

“That is so not fair!” You yelled, rushing to acquire some flattering clothes. It didn’t really matter what you wore, though; you looked gorgeous in anything. You may not think it, but blimming heck does the rest of Hogwarts know it.

You ran around like a headless chicken, looking for your mustard wool jumper. Snapping your head around every few seconds, you finally locked your eyes on a tuft of yellow, peeking from a small pile of tidily folded clothes.

You shed our pajama shirt, an oversized piece of merch from the muggle group Red Velvet, and replaced it with the soft jumper. The fluffed material welcomed you, and you grinned in comfort.

Wiggling on some jeans, you ran into the bathroom, much to Yejis amusement. Quickly brushing your teeth, brushing your hair, and doing whatever to your face you felt like wearing.

Yeji smiled, coming up from behind.

“I love that jumper on you, you have to let me borrow it at some point,” she playfully pouted, pulling your hair from your shoulders and crossing strands over one another. You loved it when Yeji did your hair, she was always so gentle. You let out a small laugh, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.

“Thanks, unnie. I think you’d really suit it actually.” The elder girl smiled over your shoulder, securing the braid with a hairband.

“Come on, Y/n-ah, let’s go down to the great hall and eat.” The Hwang prompted, yanking the hair she had just tied. In response, you gave a squeak. You blinked a little, not expecting your head to be thrown backward in such a swift motion, and cupped the hair she had just pulled on.

“What the heck, Hwang!” You called, swiftly hurrying toward her running frame. All you heard were Yejis giggles as she escaped you.

You didn’t eat too much for breakfast, just a small nibble, and now you found yourself and Yeji walking to the pitch. The both of you trot up the stairs, thee stone barely cushioning the fall of your steps. You were practically the mirror of a heated dog by the end of the journey. Heaving breaths, the two of you ran to be rested, eventually finding empty spots next to Lia, one of their best friends.

“Jisu-yah, do you mind if we stand here?” Yeji asked the girl, slightly surprising her, which was evident in the little flinch she made.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you, unnie,” you softly stated, wincing a little in guilt. Lia simply smiled, her eyes closing in the process, her head jumped with her little giggle and she raised her hand in dismissal.

“It’s fine, you just took me a little by surprise. Go ahead, I was hoping you’d be the ones to sit there.” She patted the park of the wall diagonal to her, her face now sculpted into a calm grin. Yeji shared a look with you, before deciding to surge into the spot designated to the person right beside Lia. You smiled, completely fine with occupying the spot at the end of the row.

“Thanks, Lia!” The oldest girl hummed, and you followed narrowly behind. Lia simply laughed a little, again, dismissing the thanks.

“It’s going to start soon, we’d better pay attention now,” The Choi swivelled her head toward the space of green grass, adorned with hoops hanging in the sky that were propelled by metal bars.

And they were off, two full teams of quidditch players zooming around the air of the spacious land plot. You recognised a few of the participants; Shin Yuna, Gryffindors keeper; Lee Chaeryeong, one of Gryffindors chasers; Chou Tzuyu, Slytherins seeker; And, of course, Shin Ryujin, Gryffindors seeker.

The game had barely started and yet there was already a lot of action, for one, Chaeryeong had almost been hit by a stray bludger ricocheted from a very guilty-looking Lee Minho ( or, so the commentator, Yoo Ji-min, had claimed his name was ).

And, the second pile of action was the very heated beginning to the first score. An upperclassman by the name of Lisa, had narrowly missed the same bludger as Chaeryeong, and the flying ball had coincidentally diverted the quaffle into the direction of the Thai girl. It was quite a journey to get to the hoops, but luckily the Slytherin keeper had been too involved in trying to dodge a bludger.

And while the players were impressive, your eyes wouldn’t leave even the shadow of the seeker. Honestly, if your house hadn’t already had a seeker, you’d be a great candidate with how intent your stare was.

But, even then, your eyes would latch onto Shin Ryujin.

Anything she did captivated you, and your brain would melt into mush at the mere sight of her. And, perhaps, that was why all you could do was stare hopelessly as she flew right toward you.

“Y/N— LOOK OUT!” Was all you heard before it was overtaken by the sound of a thump, and a loud crack!

All Ryujin felt was guilt. She should’ve had more control over her broom's movement. But she didn’t, and now it was her fault you were in the hospital wing. That her crush was in the hospital wing.

She may have been in the infirmary, too, but that doesn’t mean she's going to get any treatment for the overwhelming emotion. So, she sat beside your bed waiting for you to awaken.

And, as if on cue, you groaned and your eyes fluttered into a wince. The Shin sighed in relief, and it could clearly be seen washing over her face. At the sound, your brows furrowed further, and your eyes snapped open.

The confusion infused into your face was almost comical. Why was Shin Ryujin holding your hand, and why were you in the hospital wing?

Wait.

Why was Shin Ryujin holding your hand in the hospital wing?

“Y/n! You’re awake!” Said girl almost cried, her presence further overwhelming your senses. The older girl almost surged forward to hug you, but stopped herself in the nick of time.

“I, yeah… What, what happened?” You groaned, unknowingly tightening your grip on the dark haired girl's hand. The girl opposing you’s reaction was almost instantaneous, shocking you as she looked sculpted from the mould of a scolded kitten.

“My,” she sharply inhaled, “I lost control of my broom, and I couldn't gain it back..” she closed her eyes, and let out a small awkward cough.

“It was too fast, and I wasn’t paying attention, and neither were you.. I accidentally crashed into you,” the older girl tore apart the bandaid, and slightly caved in on herself. She was honestly afraid you’d scream at her until your lungs hurt, and further than that. But, she’d understand if you did such, she gave you a concussion for goodness sake!

“Oh,” you blinked, raising your unoccupied hand to itch your eyebrow, as you did your eyes skimmed over the Shin girl. Realising your hand was in hers, finally, you squeezed it. She raised her head a little, probably to scope out if you had noticed the action; and when she realised you did, she may have blushed.

“I’m not mad at you. If anything, I’m thankful you’ve gotten me” you leaned a little closer, “out of potions, Slughorn is honestly insufferable,” you winked, acting as if you were telling her a low profile scandal.

It made her giggle a little, so you took that as a win. You were proud of yourself for making your crush giggle, even if it was a short one.

“Eh?” You suddenly heard someone shriek, making you jerk a little. Your eyes soon connected to Ryujins. She had made that noise.

“What’s wrong? You sounded like Momo unnie,” you nervously chuckled, seemingly confused by the large grin on her face.

“You.. have a crush on me?” She had answered immediately. Her face was no doubt cramping, but she still held the smile proudly. You blushed brightly.

You didn’t..

You said that aloud.

You gasped loudly at the realisation and Ryujin laughed at the visual of it. Your hands almost immediately ran to your face like magnets, and you blushed even darker at the newest revelation that your hands were still intertwined.

Taking charge, the older girl pulled your hands from their shielding positions and pulled them down onto your lap. Unlinking her right hand from your left, she raised it to cup your burning face.

“Don’t hide from me, love. You don’t ever have to,” she rubbed her thumb along your heated cheek, linking her eyes to yours.

Your lips parted a little.

Hers did too.

And then they darted to your lips. And at your nod, which was an unconscious plead for more contact, she placed her lips into the perfect puzzle slot. Her lips fit yours so perfectly, and that was all she had hoped to happen.

When the two of you reluctantly pulled from each other, another force pulled you close again, making you place your forehead onto hers. Your eyes didn’t open, and you let yourself linger in the memory of the kiss.

“If it isn’t obvious, a crush is the exact thing life replicated for me too. I have so many feelings for you Y/n.” She hummed. Your eyes finally fluttered open, and you stared at her, a pure look of adoration plastered onto your face.

“I’ve liked you for so long, and I’m not going to hide that anymore.”

“The second you kissed me, I didn’t want you to either.”

But, if, when Yeji checked up on you, the two of you squealed for a long time; that was something you wouldn’t tell anyone.

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[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ!

I thought I could give you guys some introduction about myself!!

My name is Jeong Aera, I'm a '03 liner, I'm a leo [ born on August 18]. My mbti type is INTJ {introverts supremacy} and I belong to Slytherin.

I have phobias, and the top one is Trypophobia (fear of holes) with Ranidophobia (fear of frogs)

And I'd like to add a TMI that I'm not single anymore. (An extra fact - he has the same name as one of my biases in the list🤭)

You guys can definitely dm me if you wanna be moots, I would be more than happy to talk to you guys!!!

I'm also interested in a lot of k-dramas especially Penthouse : War in life and The glory!!!

My biases in all the groups I stan

Boy groups

ATEEZ - Wooyoung (ult) | Seonghwa | San | Yunho

BTS - Jimin (ult) | J-hope

NCT - Jaemin (ult) | Haechan (ult) | Jeno | Mark | Yuta | Doyoung | YangYang | Renjun | Lucas | Chenle [too long lol]

SKZ - Jeongin (ult) | Felix | Lee Know | Hyunjin

SEVENTEEN - Jeonghan (ult) | Joshua (ult) | Mingyu (ult) | Dino | Hoshi | The8 [again too long]

EXO - Suho (ult) | Kai

GOT7 - JayB | Jinyoung

The Boyz - Juyeon | Kevin | Jacob

Treasure - Yoshi | Junkyu | Asahi

ITZY - Yeji (ult) | Ryujin | Yuna

Aespa - Karina (ult) | NingNing (ult)

Le Sserafim - Yunjin (ult) | OT5

[qyuoza]

Enchanted — FOUR: Yule Ball (1)

Disclaimer: This series is a work of fiction and all credit goes to J.K Rowling for the main inspiration of this story and I do not own any characters or any of the art used in this work. All credit goes to the original owners.

Pairing(s): Yeonjun x afab!reader, Beomgyu x afab!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, fantasy + romance

Warnings: Unrequited love, violence, A LOT of major time skips lmao sorry, tba.

Synopsis: Pining after your childhood best friend wasn’t exactly what Beomgyu had planned for his 5th year at Hogwarts, but how can she return his feelings when it seems like her heart is strictly reserved for another?

Taglist: @shiningstar-byulxx

Enchanted Masterlist.

prev. // next.

As the Triwizard tournament had kicked off and was in full swing the next week, a mountain of work had also come flooding towards Y/n.

Since Yeonjun was one of the champions, the head boy, Lee Minho, had decided to entrust his work onto her.

"You're his best friend" he would say, and leave Yeonjun's prefect duties to her, adding onto the list of responsibilities she already had for the week.

"Eunseo I'm so exhausted help me" Y/n whined as she plopped next to her best friend in the Great Hall for breakfast. Eunseo simply shrugged and furrowed her brows before her book before she turned to Y/n and pat her head as a form of comfort.

"The Triwizard Tournament will be over before you know it, so don't fret. Besides, you and Yeonjun can go have your little dates at Diagon Alley by then" Y/n choked on her bread as their housemate Ryujin had helped her by patting her back.

"Thanks Ryu" the girl nodded and continued talking to her fellow Slytherin, Kim Taeyoung.

Y/n sipped a bit of water and glared at Eunseo who simply looked unphased. "Yeonjun and I are not dating" Y/n whined, then she felt someone come up from behind her.

"Who said you were?" Taehyun laughed and the two girls turned to see Hueningkai and Soobin trailing from behind him.

"It's nothing— wait what are you three even doing at the Slytherin table? House divisions exist for a reason" Y/n sighed exasperated, but in reality she could honestly care less, they were her friends after all.

"It's seven in the morning Y/n, lighten up a bit. Speaking of lighting up a bit, here comes our Triwizard Tournament champion" Hueningkai says, as he motions towards the entrance of the Great Hall.

They all turned to see Yeonjun entering sluggishly as exhaustion painted his features. He approached them at the table and sat beside Y/n before turning to raise a brow at the other three.

"Where's Beomgyu?" Yeonjun yawned, but Taehyun just cringed and pointed towards the Gryffindor table at the other side of the room.

Sure enough they saw Beomgyu laughing along with some other Gryffindors, with his arm around his new girlfriend Lola.

"Already replaced us huh?" Eunseo chuckled bitterly and took another bite from her bread as well. Soobin scoffed as they all bid each other goodbye as the rest went to their house tables.

"Y/n, since Beomgyu blew you off, are you planning to go with anyone else to the Yule Ball?" Eunseo mused again, but the girl simply rolled her eyes as Yeonjun wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Are you going with Hueningkai? You're not my best friend anymore if you are" Haneul sulked, meanwhile Eunseo chuckled nervously. She immediately understood and crossed her arms like a toddler, still exasperated at how she wouldn't have anyone else to go with.

"Soobin doesn't even have a date and neither does Taehyun, but I'm not risking going with them. Soobin's alright I guess and Taehyun would probably leave me within ten minutes. I mean Yeonjun you're probably going to ask Yeji out anyway" Y/n pouted as Yeonjun only chuckled.

Y/n was an excelling student, but she seemed blind as a bat and was higher than an airhead when it came to anything else.

"I'm not going to tell you who I'm asking out, anyways here comes Beomgyu, a little too late now that everyone is back at their house tables" Yeonjun pointed from behind Eunseo as she turned to see Beomgyu himself.

"Where'd everyone else go? I'm sorry I was late I was kind of busy" he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, to which Eunseo could only really roll her eyes at.

"We'll meet later like usual at the Astronomy Tower so don't be so concerned, you were too busy with your other friends anyway" Yeonjun whispered the last part loud enough for only Y/n to hear.

She chuckled as Beomgyu nodded and left without another word. "You two are weird" Eunseo sighed again and continued studying for her divination quiz.

That same day in the afternoon, it was time for the first task of the Triwizard Tournament to begin. The six other friends were gathered close to cheer on for Yeonjun, but minus Beomgyu again who was in his own world with Lola, both being too close for comfort.

"This is so gross can they just start already, I hate listening to these two flirting and breathing down each other's damn necks" Soobin sighed from beside Y/n and scooted even closer, to which she could only laugh at in reply. Then the students went silent as they saw Yeonjun walk out of the tent.

He stood there, sucking in a breath and praying to do his best and come out without a scratch. Then the horn blew as Yeonjun immediately charged straight at the dragon, wanting to grab the egg as swiftly as possible. He mounted his broom and went off, but took a sudden sharp turn as the dragon had nearly breathed fire at him.

"Shit" he grit his teeth, and pulled out his wand. Whispering out a spell, he managed to distract the creature for a moment and grabbed the egg cleanly. The students cheered as Yeonjun threw the egg up and caught it, putting it under his arm and flying back towards the tent.

Upon his arrival, he saw his friends celebrating. "You did so well! Glad you're safe!" Eunseo cheered and he thanked her as Y/n hugged him tight. "You're back without a scratch, I'm so glad" Y/n breathed out as he hugged her back.

"I'd always stay safe for you no matter what, so don't you worry gorgeous" Yeonjun replied softly, while the others cringed or made gagging noises.

"No Beomgyu?" he mouthed at Soobin, and Soobin formed an 'x' with his hands as Yeonjun nodded. His cousin was starting to get on his own nerves.

After the ending of the first round, the three other boys that were headed to the Astronomy tower had almost forgotten to take Beomgyu with them, so they headed to the Gryffindor dormitory entrance and immediately ran into Heeseung.

"Hey Heeseung, do you have a second? We need to call Beomgyu" Taehyun smiled at the boy, and he nodded back in reply as the door closed behind him.

"Beomgyu's been so out of it lately, whatever that Lola girl is doing to him is not it. I just hope he comes back to his senses soon after not knowing that he hurt Y/n" Soobin sighed, genuinely worried for his younger brother.

Just as he said that, the common room door had swung open to reveal Beomgyu, but his usual happy aura was gone. "Woah what happened to you?" Hueningkai grimaced as Beomgyu kept walking.

"Lola didn't like that I was too loud so I decided to have a change of attitude I guess" Beomgyu replied, meanwhile the other three were starting to get worried enough.

As they went up the Astronomy Tower, finally reaching the top, they see the door wide open. Inside was Yeonjun and Y/n talking to each other under the moonlight.

"You want me to go to the Yule Ball with you and dance with you? Yeonjun…I'd love to go with you" Y/n replied gently, stepping closer to Yeonjun.

"Alright enough you two" Eunseo startled them and walked in laughing. As Soobin, Hueningkai and Taehyun entered, Beomgyu hesitated a bit. He didn't understand why he was hurting, after all, he had Lola didn’t he? So he shook off his thoughts and went in to catch up with the rest.

© qyuoza 2022 -. no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any manner without the permission from the publisher.

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[scoobiezobie]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀yeji as slytherin. 🐍 @sophieweebs

#yeji soft packs #yeji messy icons #yeji bios #yeji aesthetic #yeji soft moodboard #itzy yeji #yeji layouts #yeji lq #yeji edits #yeji soft icons #yeji soft bios #yeji soft layouts #yeji messy moodboard #yeji messy layouts #yeji messy bios #yeji messy packs #yeji messy headers #yeji slytherin #slytherin #slytherin icons #vsco soft effect #vsco moodboard #vsco icons #vscofilter #vscoedit #vsco #japan soft moodboard #anime art #harry potter #harry potter icons

[bangbaby]

are we destined to be friends?

#my slytherin queen and king #just leader tingz i guess #not to be annoying on the tl: but this is a chancy song #chancy #shot by skz #KAL1 #boyfriend chan #bang chan #girlfriend yeji #hwang yeji #messy moodboard #kpop moodboard #kpop oc #stray kids 9th member

[madness-maybe-managed]

M stop changing your layout every single time one of your biases drops a photo that makes you need a moment challenge.

We started off with Red Jennie (Cool) then we got Pink Yeji (Soft), and now we have Green Karina (Fierce).

#blackpink jennie #blackpink #jennie #red #itzy yeji #itzy #yeji #pink #aespa karina #aespa #karina #green #a mildly Slytherin theme now #no I am not daydreaming HP AU scenes when I should be doing Frankenstein work #yoo jimin #kim jennie #jennie kim #hwang yeji #probably gonna get a DREAMCATCHER Siyeon (Horror) next or something. Dunno which colour

[gossip-witch-second-gen]

The Second Gen & Hogwarts Houses

Astrid Lee-Delacroix & Slytherin

“You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that.”

#edits #hp edit #hp edits #slytherin #hogwarts #hogwarts house #kpop edit #female idols #itzy #yeji #oc

[kingmaker-a]

Ecdysis | Yoohyeon

Hogwarts AU

Slytherin!Reader x Slytherin!Yoohyeon

Main Cast: Yoohyeon, Yoongi, Ryujin, Jackson, Yeji, Olivia Hye

Warnings: Implications of reader not being a good person when they first met Yoohyeon, reader still isn't a good person technically, violence both mundane and magical.

Word Count: 14.6K

Genre: Fluff, slight hint of angst and slice of life

Premise: An exploration of a friendship built on a rocky foundation as it slowly blossoms into something more.

A/N: I was supposed to take a break after Minutes Before, but somehow @sanccharine and @foolish-sparrow managed to infect me with a heavy amount of hogwarts brain rot. This was only supposed to be a drabble at best, yet here we are. Also Happy Yoohyeon Day! Even if I only managed to slide this in on the last hour for me. Half of this was written in the last 36 hours, don't mistake that for a symbol of pride, but a warning label.

You do it almost without thinking, hands soft and gentle. There’s a cunningness to your ruse, a pressed almost genuine smile.

The sound of music echoes distantly so, muffled and restrained in the alcoves

“Come now, there’s plenty of time to bully the muggle snake later,” arms wrapped over foreign shoulders. “We should be enjoying the festivities.”

You offer a hidden wink, to your dear muggle

You huddle closer to the troublemakers, a hushed whisper. “I heard there’s a stash of alcohol hidden in the boy’s dormitory.”

You hear the giggle of excitement, a step ever closer to a trap. You make your way through the Slytherin common room, a melting pot of elation and disregard. The music slowly bounces with the tide of dancing snakes.

A snake den by any other name.

Off key singing rings through your ears as you guide the flies to the trap.

Yoongi catches your gaze, a subtle nod is all it takes to ensure his silence and his protection, there’s a glimmer of a smirk on his lips as he mouths his room number.

Still there’s a slight tremble in their shoulders, a hesitancy.

A little more honey to sweeten the pot.

“Rumour has it our lovely prefect Yoongi is the one who snuck it in,” a smile lined with poison.  

A carrot to hide the stick.

You watch as the gears turn, mumbles trail between the two of them.

There’s the glimmer of cunning caught in their teeth, “-that way he gets in the real trouble.”

You roll your eyes, cresting the border of Yoongi’s dorm room. Their eyes linger on you expectantly.

A faked laugh, “it’d seem I forgot my wand in the heat of the moment,” your hands pat idly at your pockets.

“You’d truly be a godsend if you could get this door open,”  a honeyed smile.

You watch as they fumble quickly with their wands, twisted and rushed chants of “alohomora,” unlock the door.

Two wands, you note. 

Easy enough.

Still your brain tosses with the idea of less harm, tossing them into the boys dorm and simply locking the door.

But then the message wouldn’t be sent.

You peer into the dark abyss, this was their last chance to escape your wrath.

Though you doubted they realised how much danger they were in.

Light pools on the tip of each of their wands.

“Where did you hear he hid it?” One of them asks.

“On the far end over there,” you gesture, wand hidden but at the ready. They skulk slowly to their prized location, you can’t help the smile that dances across your lips.

Redeemed though you might be, there was pleasure to be had in punishing the unsavoury.

“Colloportus,” you whisper aided with the swish of your wand.

The door slams suddenly and violently, there’s a startled snap of each of their necks. 

“Expelliarmus.”

Blood crusts your knuckles, compounding on each strike, yours or theirs you didn’t care, there was something satisfyingly personal about using your hands.

Every witch or wizard worth their salt was decent at wand work… Well not as good as you.

That was beside the point.

A wild swing brings you back to the present, clipping you square in the jaw. Pain radiates as a trickle of blood lingers on your lips. 

Your hand brushes away such distractions, a real genuine smile etches itself on your lips. “Huh, here I was thinking all purebloods sucked without their wands.”

There’s a flash of fear in the dimly lit room, muffled groans from their accomplice.

There was no student among the populace that could match you, wand or fists. 

At least among Slytherin, after all pride comes before the fall.

“What do you even want, Sly?” There’s a wince as you approach their hands nursing various bruises. 

Your hand grips tightly against their locks tugging ever so tautly. There’s a glimmer of anger as you peer down at them. “Kim Yoohyeon?”

There’s a hint of lingering confusion, “the mudblood snake?”

Your hand grips your wand, a scowl lingers on your lips. 

A piercing red light slowly flutters through the air, held aloft by your wand, you speak barely through clenched teeth. “I will curse you within an inch of your life, if you ever call her that again.”

Your teeth flare at the thought as your grip tightens, “or if you’re anything less than cordial… Do I make myself clear?”

There’s a weak, almost whimpering nod.

“Then you only get one more for the road,” your fist collides with their stomach, a soft muffled groan is all the release as your grip loosens as they crumble to the floor.

“Leave in about five to ten minutes, can’t have anyone thinking we got up to anything illicit,” there’s a crumb of laughter at the edge of your lips.

It almost feels like a different dimension when you leave Yoongi’s dorm room, assailed suddenly by a sudden heat and echoes of music.

The acts you committed seemed foreign and distant, enacted by hands that weren’t your own. 

You truly wonder how a younger you would react.

Your father would just be glad you finally had a passion, even if it was in a direction that he’d consider less than ideal.

The old wand pusher could up and croak for all you care.

Actually that would be a little far, you wished the old bastard nothing but good health.

Lest you be saddled with actual responsibility.

You part through a sea of jubilant youth, eyes burn into you with each, a shrug is all you can afford for such a common occurrence. 

Still there's a subtle difference you can't quite place your finger on. 

You needed a drink, well not that kind of drink. 

Violence is a tiring affair after all. 

You're able to find a smattering of your dear friends, the quidditch team. 

“How’s my favourite beater?” Jackson Wang, team captain and keeper. 

A roll of your eyes, as your eyes linger on Ryujin tugging at Yoongi’s sleeve. “You say that to both of us I’m sure of it.”

A smirk lines his teeth, an offered wink as he pats your shoulder. “But only my favourite notices.”

You watch a flash of concern knit his eyebrows, yet he’s pulled into the sea of merriment before he can voice any of his concerns.

The sea parts with a wide berth for a brief moment, a scowl hangs thick on Yoongi’s otherwise neutral face. 

Yeji hangs behind him this time, your eyes glimmering across her prefect badge, a matching pair with Yoongi’s own.

The pair of chasers were often welcomed in your company.

“No Ryujin?” You taunt.

There’s a roll of his eyes, a look of can we please have this conversation later. You were always one to push the envelope, though for the sake of merriment you’d cut him some slack.

“As long as you get it sorted before finals,” you shrug, still there’s a glimmer of a smile on your lips.

He shuffles on his feet, switching from foot to foot. His fingers drum along his chin, a twisted smirk. 

“You know,” his smirk deepens, “I wouldn’t mind having you protect me instead of Ryujin. Being best buds and all.”

The drawl of his voice is suddenly irritating in its low cadence. “I think I’ll stick to Seeker protection duty thank you~ As tempting as your offer is.”

His smile sours ever so slightly as Yeji taps his shoulder, thumb pointed to the throngs of Slytherin behind her.

“Speaking of our dear Seeker, why don’t you keep her company? I’m busy with…” his eyes dance over the ceiling. “Prefect duties.”

You knew a lie when you heard one, however, lucky for Yoongi, Yoohyeon was your priority.

Still his hands work quickly, a hidden language known only between the two of you. A relic from a shared youth.

His eyes linger in the directions of the dorms. 

“Trash taken out?”

“For now? It always piles up.”

A brief but sharp chuckle, as he’s pulled towards his duties. 

You dance ever so slightly through rough seas, making your way over to your favourite snake.

A stray drink manages to find its way into your hand, probably by Jackson’s will.

Her smile is deep and warm as you catch her eye, her arms raised for a hug before her arms falter and crumble. There’s a concern clouds her features, her fingers point to her lips.

Oh, how you wish it was here asking for a kiss.

“What happened to your lip?”

You laugh a soft chuckle, “got into a fight.”

You couldn’t lie to her. Eyes narrowing as she moves closer, inspecting every detail of your face.

Even someone as cold-blooded as you struggle under a microscope. A smile bristles across her lips.

“Trip down the stairs again?” Her fingers gently graze across your lips, focus furrows her brow as she draws her wand. 

Normally unease would crawl across your skin, battle hardened nerves reduced to mush at her gentle caress. 

Her wand moves with defined grace, a subtle whisper shared between the two of you, “episkey.”

A cold-hot sensation bubbles through your bottom lip as it slowly stitches together. Her thumb traces over your repaired wound.

You have to fight the urge to press a kiss into her hand.

A pleased smile dances across her lips, “Good as new,” she beams, “don’t go fighting any stairs again though~”

“I fall down one flight of stairs in my first year,” you pinch your nose, the tiniest lick of a frown. 

Her smile deepens before shifting over the crowd, “Where’d Yoongs go?”

A chuckle bubbles across your lips, “He’d be less than pleased hearing you call him that,” your head lists to the side, a bored expression and a shrug, “where do you think?”

She leans back, taking a swig of your drink. Worries linger at the edge of your breath. 

“Duties.”

“Duties,” the bite of a familiar voice, Olivia. There’s the briefest flicker of a smile as she settles opposite the two of you. 

Yoohyeon places your drink against the counter, you notice a familiar inkling of worry on Olivia’s face, “Butterbeer?” A hushed whisper.

She swipes the mug before you can even answer, a pleased hum as she imbibes. 

“Sure,” a sigh and a roll of your eyes. “Everybody help yourself to my drink.”

She quickly returns the vessel to the counter, eyes wide in a hint of panic. 

A rare look for your junior, “sorry…” Her eyes flicker to Yoohyeon, busy entertaining Jackson, hands keeping him grounded in his hype. 

“Didn’t realise it was a you and Yoohyeon thing.” she gulps back, hand wiping back a stray trail of amber liquid, her tongue flicks over the liquid.

A frown, though you suppose it was more of a neutral expression for her. Her eyes bounce back towards your dear Seeker, “looks like we don’t have to worry about her getting drunk at least.”

You release a held breath, not to say Yoohyeon was a particularly bad drunk. It was just easier to protect her when she was sober, she was as manic as a pixie otherwise.

Fun nonetheless.

A scoff lines your throat, “it’s not a me and Yoohyeon thing,” you quickly point out, a twitch of a smirk on Olivia’s lips. 

Her eyes narrow as you pull out your wand, a flick of your wand refills your cup, a soft sip against your lips.

“Help yourself,” your lips smack with your own wry smirk. “Not that it stopped you earlier~”

You feel the grip of a bear clasp over your hand, was she always this strong? 

Your brain instantly runs through the scenarios of a fight, old gears begin to work. Normally, you’d win any fight under the sun and moon, with or without a wand. But as her grip tightens, her free hand slowly draws her own wand. You’re left to consider some potential exceptions.

Your free hand teases your own wand, if she disarmed you there was a small chance you’d actually lose.

Her eyes however aren’t focused on you in the slightest, they’re embedded deep in Jackson’s and Yoohyeon’s conversation. His smile dances much like it had with you.

You roll your eyes, still his eyes shift over to Olivia for the briefest moment, her hand stiffens against her wand, hidden out of view.

Your survival instincts instantly silence, she was certainly up to something to say the least. 

As soon as Jackson’s gaze returns to Yoohyeon, Olivia’s wand moves in a hushed flurry.

“Muffliato.” 

Not what you expected, she was hardly the one to have a hushed conversation, still her eyes snap to you in the instance she’s sure it’s worked.

Your eyes knit together, there’s a thrum of frustration that dances in her eyes. 

A soft cough pushes her words forward, “Sly?”

She winces slightly at the sound of her own voice, “What do you do on a date?”

Your brows bubble with surprise, a hand pressed to your chest. You weren’t particularly close to Olivia, your focus mostly held by a combination of Yoongi, Ryujin and Yoohyeon.

Yoohyeon had climbed to the top of that pyramid in recent years.

You choke on your own breath, sputtering ever so desperately for each breath. 

Still you remain focused even in spite of the surprise, you quickly clear your throat.

“You’re asking me?” Your eyes shift to Yoohyeon. “Yoongi’s pretty popular and so is Jackson. Hell Ryujin is a good bet.”

She rolls her eyes, teeth grazing against her tongue. She huffs ever so softly.

“I’m asking you for a reason Sly,” her arms cross vehemently, there’s a stickle of a frown, deeper than her usual expression. “I care about this person a lot and I don’t wanna screw it up.”

Ah, your tongue clicks with the realisation, her eyes shift over Yoohyeon, a knowing glance at you.

Well that definitely removed Jackson and Ryujin from the forum of advice.

“Still, I haven’t made any progress with her,” you already spy the laughter at the edge of her lips as the words leave your lips. “I’m sure Yoongi would be a good confidant.”

An annoyed scowl settles across her lips, pitched with a roll of her eyes, “and get the protective older brother routine as an only child? No thanks.”

“Right, right.” You nod, pushing the cup towards her. Your brain flutters with ideas, alight with the grace of the night sky. “Did you ask them or?”

There’s a soft shake of her head as she takes a swig. “No, they asked me.”

“Then, I don’t know what the problem is?” your head tilts to the side, “it’s their job to impress you.”

She pushes the drink back to you, still anxiety dances in her eyes. Maybe there was something you were missing.

Your fingers dance along the edge of the cup, “when’s the date?”

“We agreed to sometime after finals.”

Sensible, you didn’t want her brain clouded or upset before the game.

“What house?” An innocent question, a deep swig of your drink.

She frowns, softly and cute. A rare look for sure. “...Gryffindor.”

You choke once again, liquid spilling past your lips and out of your nose. 

Far from a good look, you were just glad Yoohyeon hadn’t caught sight of the incident.

“I can see why you didn’t want Jackson to know?” You wheeze between coughs, “Aren’t you worried more about the outcome of finals affecting the date?”

She shrugs, taking another drink.

Your eyebrows knit together, there’s the slight wince of utter confusion laced underneath, “do you not understand the gravity of the situation?”

She cocks an eyebrow.

“Have you been on a date before?” The question is a simple one, soft and supple.

Her features dance at a slow pace, you catch the very moment she considers lying before it slowly glimmers into dust, “...no,” her features deepen akin to a cobra before they strike. “But I doubt you’ve been on one.”

The bite belies vulnerability, still there was that one date with Karina at Hogsmeade. 

You needed to focus, bile fills your throat. It was to go against your nature to be soft, vulnerable and kind. 

Even Olivia is surprised by the way your fingers dust her knuckles. “I don’t matter in this equation, any ravenclaw would tell you that.”

Your words drift slowly through the air. “But just be yourself and if they have a problem with that I’ll sort them out.”

There’s a slow soft drag to the roll of her eyes, delicate like snowflakes, her tongue teases the glimmer of a smirk hidden also barely to all except for you.

The charm fades as Yoohyeon’s attention returns to the two of you, there’s almost a knowing glint in her eyes, knuckles pressed to your knee, her thumb tracing circles.

Still, she keeps up the ruse. “We were talking about Yoongi weren’t we?”

Olivia’s finger traces the rim of your cup, “are we still stuck on the Ryujin vs Yeji debate?”

“I’m personally on team Ryujin, maybe she’s turning over a new leaf?” you offer, but Olivia is having none of it. “I mean she’s also been my homegirl since we were kids.”

She gives you a reluctantly understanding nod, “they’ll make a hufflepuff out of you yet,” her eyes flicker over to Yoohyeon. “You?’

A frown dances slowly across Yoohyeon's lips, “I’m sorry, I’m with Sly on this one.”

Her fingers drum along her temples, “why am I not surprised?”

There’s an exasperation to her tone, “still a cop out.”

“Then why is your side of the coin so much shinier?”

“Well I’m glad you asked,” a smile saunters across her lips, a dancing glimmer of mischief lingers in her eyes.

You half expect her to pull out a highly detailed journal of notes or you suppose a muggle powerpoint as Yoohyeon would say.

Yoohyeon’s eyes tell you, you’ve opened a can of worms.

Still, she notices the silent exchange between you and Yoohyeon, a frown settles once again. “Friends to lovers is good but what about opposites attract?”

Yoohyeon’s eyes narrow for the tiniest microsecond, before a smile flares across her lips. “Opposites?”

“Quiet nerdy person and the popular jock, cats and dogs,” she muses, her eyes drifting like clouds in the sky. 

A wry smirk lines your lips.

“Slytherin and Gryffindor.”

Her eyes snap to you instantly, knife-like with their edge, eyes narrowing with focused precision. 

“Violent troublemaker and the golden retriever,” she bites back.

You weren’t one to back down from a fight, your own eyes narrowing against Olivia’s like cowboys at noon.

“Chaser and Keeper.”

Her tongue clicks with the slightest tinge of frustration, yet a smirk still dances across her lips.

“Pureblood and Muggle.”

Touche.

Yoohyeon pouts in thought, the slightest hum trickles through her lips, “wouldn’t that encompass Ryujin and Yoongi too then?”

“Wel-”

“Flirtatious and Aloof,” her hands clap together, the flurry of an epiphany a light by a gasp. “Wouldn’t that make them the best of both?”

“I guess?” Trailed by a defeated sigh.

Her lips drum up a warm, gummy smile, her eyes soften over Olivia, “Any particular reason you like opposites attract so much?”

It's in these rare moments that you realise why Yoohyeon is a Slytherin, her warmth pulls the truth with questions crafted with her smarts.

You attract more flies with honey rather than vinegar.

“Well, uh,” she hesitates, eyes dancing over the crowded common room. Her head cocks to the head slightly. 

“I think Jackson is calling me,” she mumbles departing from the table.

There’s a pleased smirk on Yoohyeon’s lips as she settles into her seat, “crush on a Gryffindor kid?”

“Date actually,” her features dance the briefest flicker of surprise, a slow impressed nod.

She smiles, “I’m excited for her.”

Still your eyebrows knit together,curiosity takes the wheel. “How’d you know it was a Gryffindor kid?”

An all too pleased smirk lines her lips, if it was anyone else you’d enjoy the prospect of knocking it off, instead there’s a brief flutter in your heart.

“There’s a muggle spell called lip reading,” she mocks with a radiant chuckle, her lips running over the edge of your cup. A pleased hum as liquid touches her palate.

There’s a glimmer of a frown as she places it back on the table, thinly-veiled annoyance. “I’ll go grab some mo-”

A flick of your wand and the cup bubbles and fizzes with more liquid. 

Joy hums through her throat, you had no doubt that her tail would be wagging if she had one. 

She imbibes once again, a refreshed ahh, crests her lips. “You really gotta teach me that charm.”

“You teach me something, I’ll teach you something,” normally you’d try to skew things more in your favour, but Yoohyeon was an obvious exception.

Actually the entire quidditch team you mused.

She nods slowly before her gaze twitches suddenly caught on a hook by a stray thought. “How’d you know it was the keeper?”

Your eyes narrow, “Lucky guess? How’d you know?”

Her own eyes narrow against yours, a smile curves the edges of her lips. A chuckle.

“Lucky guess? More intuition I guess,” she muses, there’s a twinkle of a story in the edges of her eyes. 

“You haven’t seen how frustrated she gets whenever we play against Gryffindor?”

“What?” A twist of your neck. “No?”

Too focused on your job, too focused on her in general. 

“Well you know Olivia… She’s usually so on to it, but something about the Keeper would always unravel her,” her fingers caress her chin. “I don’t think she scored a single point in our last game against Gryffindor?”

Well at least you both knew the course.

“Huh,” you slump deeper into your chair, a resigned sigh. “I’m surprised she came to me for advice.”

Her eyebrows knit together, a dash of something more lingers in her eyes. “Why?”

Your mouth opens but nothing follows suit, nothing but a tensed breath. 

Her hand trails across your hand, a gentle reassuring caress, it's a tender comfort. 

Her thumb skirts dangerously close to your knuckles, lingering spots of pain remind you of your earlier deeds. 

Your violent tendencies made you a bad choice, the thought that echoes as you slowly, reluctantly remove your hand. 

"I'm just sure there's a better role model,” your words were hardly self-deprecating, more an announcement of fact.

Your own pained knuckles were a fact of that.

Her lips falter into the briefest hint of a frown, “you’re not a bad person, Sly”

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Her hand tugs at your fingers, narrowly avoiding your knuckles, a wide smile plastered on her face as the music picks up slowly. 

Her favourite song. 

“Come on, let’s dance.”

“Am I a good person Professor Kwon?” His quill stops instantly at the utterance, lit only by a single lamp.

He removes his reading glasses, pressing his fingers into the bridge of his nose, a resigned sigh lingers in the air. “Sly, what on earth brings this up?”

Lingering shades and snapshots of sleepless nights linger at the tip of your tongue. 

He takes another deep breath, slowly striding to you, at your desk. A safe spot from the hustle and bustle of the other students.

It had also allowed you on occasion the rare treat of one on one lessons from the ex-auror. 

Something Jiyong didn’t usually indulge in.

His glasses clatter against the wood of your desk as he peers softly. “Because I could tell you, that I wouldn’t teach you otherwise.”

There’s a soft melted ice cream of a smile, “even given some of your rumoured personal activities.”

Still it lingers tickling at the edge of your heart, she deserved someone good.

The door to the classroom creaks and groans with a hurried shuffle, “there you are Sly!”

You feel a spark of joy as her hands rub over your shoulders, a giggle plays on her lips. “-Psy was about to do a love reading for Yo-”

Her eyes snap to the professor lingering at the edge of your desk, a feigned cough. “-Professor Park, I mean.”

Jiyong shrugs, a swaying sea of nonchalance as long as he was revered with respect.

“What were you two talking about?” She quickly shifts gears, more focused on the mystery in front of her.

Jiyong’s eyes quickly shift from you to her, “the Patronus charm,” he smiles, gaze flickering back to you. “Believed to only be capable by Witches and Wizards with a pure heart.”

An invitation to test your luck. 

Yoohyeon’s eyes quickly narrow across you as she shuffles into a seat next to you, “is this how you randomly got so talented?”

You were always talented.

There’s a tickle of a smile on Jiyong’s lips, a chuckle as Yoohyeon scoots closer to you peering deep into your eyes.

It’s been years since your arrangement started.

Duelling club in your second year, he’d seen the unfocused edge of anger, muddled spells and lazy wandwork. 

Countless visits to the hospital wing biting off more than you could chew.

Your pursuit of strength was unrefined, lazy at best.

It had been him who had guided you to Professor Byun, for charm mentorship. Even if Baekhyun disliked your preference towards violence.

You roll your eyes, “what do you mean randomly?” a chuckle ruffles past your lips. “As if I wasn’t from the outset?”

She smiles, pleased with ruffling you ever so slightly. “So how do we do it Professor Kwon?”

“I didn’t realise Miss Kim would be joining us,” he teases, placing his glasses into his coat pocket.

“I didn-”

He hushes her with a wave his hand, mockery a form of fondness. 

“Now,” he draws his wand. “I can teach incantation, the wand movement and the theory but it’s truly up to you to grasp it.”

His wand dances under his command, “you need to focus on a happy memory, the happier the better.”

There’s a subtle grumble in the back of your mind, happy memories were few and far between.

“Expecto Patronum,” wisps of trailing glowing mist echo from the tip of his wand, dancing as it drifts through the air, it coalesces brimming with life.

A dragon.

Regal and powerful, soars, glimmering wisps of silvery-white dancing through the air. 

One thought lingers through your head, otherworldly even for an act of magic it brims with majesty and power.

Still Jiyong dismisses it with a flourished bow.

His eyes flicker between you and Yoohyeon who is still lost in awe. You'd gotten so used to her presence that you forgot what being a muggle entailed.

Complete wonder and enthrallment when it came to the Wizarding World. 

Truly you wished to see everything through her lense. 

"Who would like to try first?" Jiyong smiles, yet it's Yoohyeon's hand that shoots up. 

"Me!" She beams. 

Still Jiyong's eyes linger on you, "Sly?" 

Echoes of your father drift in your ear, "A skilled wizard needs nothing but the dark arts."

Your fingers thrum over your temples, he tried to transfer you to Durmstang. 

"I'll just watch," Jiyong’s eyes narrow against your own, even you had to admit it was uncharacteristic of you. "I have the slightest hint of a headache."

A bold faced lie. 

Still the charm flickers on the briefest edge of fine mist, incorporeal.

Frustration scowls at the edge of your finger tips, digging deep into the wood of your wand, even the mist falters under the weight of your mental collapse.

“Fuck,” soft, muffled against your own sleeve as you scream out into the night, your grip weakens amidst your lingering feelings.

Your wand slips and falls into knots of grass and tangled roots.

A deep breath echoes past your lips, the ghost of Jiyong’s instruction. 

"Anger and frustration leads to the dark arts," you feel like he was referencing a muggle movie. 

The dark arts weren’t inherently bad, even if your father employed them where he could.

You crouch down amidst the dirt and grass, searching for your wand. 

A soft clatter echoes beside you, a disc with three smaller discs linked to the centre.

A fidget spinner is what Yoohyeon called it.

“Lumos,” light blooms to life behind you, stretching your shadow across the nearby lake. 

Boots crunch across dried leaves, the gait balanced yet cautious not to trip on anything.

Familiar to you like the fidget spinner in your hand.

A memento of her.

“It’s not like you to stay up past curfew,” you tease, the dance of a wry smirk.

She grumbles at your voice, “I was sneaking out long before you.”

You turn to her, your fingers dancing across your lips, “Why was that again?”

She’s as beautiful as ever, worn knit sweater, holes torn by early misadventures. Magic would fix it, but she enjoyed the reminders.

There’s a fleck of a smile on her lips, “Because someone wanted to practise Quidditch.”

You roll your eyes playfully, each footfall a playful dance number before prodding ever so softly at her collarbone. “Gotta say you have to be the first Slytherin, that snuck out for the equivalent of studying.”

Her smile falters for the briefest of moments, a fragment of a frown. There’s the glimmer of some hidden burden in her eyes.

If only you were a legilimens.

She shivers slightly, no doubt a result of her attire. Shorts and stockings were no shield against the cold nip of a Hogwarts night.

“It wasn’t all bad, at least it was Jiyong who snapped you,” the first domino to fall in the chain reaction that had you joining the Quidditch team.

Though there were worse deals for silence, let alone cooperation.

“Most people don’t avoid detention, let alone become Seeker for it,” you add, as you remove your jacket, offering to her in a lone hand.

Your wand was somewhere, you dread the thought of it landing in the lake. 

Though you don’t recall hearing it drown.

Still, you feel the weight of your jacket in your hand, your eyes peer back to her, cold like steel.

“Take the jacket.”

It wasn’t often you spoke to her like that.

Her hands are tentative and cautiously, even still the weight leaves your grip, “what about you?”

A smile dots your lips, “don’t worry about me, I’m cold blooded.”

Confusion etches itself onto her features, there’s the slightest tilt of her head. “But don’t cold-blooded animals need heat from an outside source?”

Huh, probably? 

You shake your head, “that’s besides the point Yooh.”

She bristles with a tender smile, “I’m trying to be cool here.”

Where the fuck was your wand?

Her arms loop around you, pressing a hug into your back, “you’re always cool to me Sly.”

You have to fight every urge not to melt right in her grasp, when did physical contact with her start to elicit such a reaction from you?

“Hate to ruin the moment and all, but do you maybe want to help me find my wand?” A grumble from your own lips.

The light glimmers against the fidget spinner in your hand.

You hear the hum of a pleased smile grace her lips, “you kept it.”

A small subtle whisper, you doubt she meant for you to hear.

 “Of course.” Just loud enough for her to hear, you remain focused on the task at hand. 

Thunder booms through the night air as you grasp your wand, a job made easy thanks to Yoohyeon’s appearance.  

“Thanks Yooh,” an offered smile.

Her head cocks to the side, a lingering gaze and a cocked eyebrow. A habit when she was trying to work something out.

Her hand tugs at yours, you feel a brief shard of panic settle in your chest. 

Your eyes flicker over your knuckles, fine and healed.

“You were practising the patronus charm,” her eyes narrow with a blemished pout. “Without me.”

You couldn’t lie to her.

A resigned sigh, “yeah.”

Soft like a mouse.

Her eyes flutter like she’s been hit with a flashbang, unsettled.

Her grip tightens, “...Why?”

You’re surprised at her brashness, worry lingers in her eyes like rain drops after a storm.

A deep, slow breath, “I’ve never struggled with a spell this much.”

An incorporeal patronus wasn’t good enough, it only helped to heighten the lingering dread of being an imposter.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Yoohyeon’s eyes twist and dance over you, a soft ballet. “Is this about your dad?”

A frown plays and tugs at the edge of your lips, “kind of?”

He wasn’t the same after your mother.

Her lips bounce under the pressure of her teeth, she pulls you to the edge of the lake, “I’m sure you can-we can do it.”

You follow her lead lackadaisically, still your mind is primed and ready.

The Quidditch pitch, the sweet rush of the cool evening air. 

Family.

“You’re not too bad when you finally stop complaining and get on a broom," Yoongi chides, hand patting your shoulder. 

The roll of familiar eyes, "You're the reason the last beater quit especially since you need my full attention to even be a halfway decent chaser."

"Yeah, yeah," he relents, yet a smile lingers on his lips. "How do you want me to make it up to you huh?" 

Ryujin stretches tired stiff muscles, rolling her shoulders from side to side. "A massage would be great."

Her eyes linger with the glimmer of mischief, "but a date would be even better~" 

His eyes roll before dancing over Jackson giving tips to Yeji, "What was that Jackson?" He feigns. 

A wisp of a frown lingers on her lips, a feigned smile. "It's good to have you on team Sly, it's been awhile since the three of us hungout," a flicker of a scowl as she gestures towards Yoongi. 

"What with him being a prefect, me being on the quidditch team and you being leader of the duelling club," her head cocks to the side. "You don't get any benefits from that do you?" 

A shake of your head, "no just responsibility and having to deal with the first years."

She winces in pain at the idea. "Fuck that noise."

You hear it before you see it, you're moving before you can even think about it. 

Your fingers steal Ryujin’s beater bat in a split second.

You catch the briefest glimmer of surprise in Ryujin’s eyes as a bludger screams through the air, focused on Olivia, entranced in her own practice with Jackson.

You tear through the air as fast you can, pure adrenaline bouncing in your veins. 

Not even a fragment of doubt lingered in your brain if you’d make it in time.

Even if time slows to a crawl, panic whips across Olivia’s face, mixed with wisps of annoyance. 

The bat crackles like steel meeting thunder, your muscles flex as your anxiety dances with the idea of it being Yoohyeon in danger.

Suddenly the wind ripples and it’s gone.

Gone gone.

Ryujin comes to a halt next to you, like she watched a fly use one of the unforgivable curses.

“Nice… reflexes?” Her words are soft and genuine, too busy inspecting her bat. She turns to you as you pass her bat.

Worry sears deep into her brow, you’d never seen her make such an expression, she tests the weight of her bat. Only now did you notice some almost microscopic splinters in the back.

“You didn’t happen to disenchant my bat… or the Bludger did you?”

She shakes her head, focused on the smallest critique she can, “Regardless of how nice that was, putting that much power into a swing will leave you or worse yet.” Her eyes shift over your potential teammates. “Leave them wide open.”

Perhaps it’s the brief look of fear that causes your patronus to sputter and stay incorporeal, wisps of silvery-white fold out of your wand, forming a misty shield.

There’s a dance of emotion in Yoohyeon caught in a briefest window. 

First, a sense of relief, a heart warming smile as rain slowly begins to drizzle. Rain dances down her picturesque skin.

Second, the briefest glimmer of melancholy and worry for a reason you can quite decipher, until it falters, broken by her words.

You almost can’t make it out in the slight pitter patter of rain. 

“What memory?”

“The day I tried out for the Quidditch team.”

A surprised smile, “I’d never seen Olivia become… so trusting of a new person before. I was almost jealous.”

Almost.

Still even if a sense of bittersweet relief dances in her eyes, they soften noticing the lingering weight on your shoulders.

“Professor Kwon said most wizards were lucky if they could even produce an incorporeal form of the charm.”

It still wasn’t good enough for you, what if a Dementor or a Lethifold came for her? Even under the face of good intentions your core ached.

What if you weren’t good enough for her, would she still look at you the same on top of your throne violence?

Just because it was for her, doesn’t make it justifiable.

Worse yet would be to wear off on her in all the wrong ways.

“Well Jiyong sai-” Maybe you were wearing off on her. “That the memory helps determine the strength…”

Her eyes coyly linger on the fidget spinner in your hand. Her lips open and close, mulling over her choice of words. 

Her jaw clenches tensely.

Her hands toy with her hair before finally pulling it into a ponytail, a determined look. “I almost forgot about that christmas.”

Thunder booms once again, calling forth a heavier downpour.

Her voice falters, “but…” A frown, lost in thought. “It’s my happiest memory and…”

Her eyes snap to yours, serene and piercing like moonlight. You’d fall for her a second time if it were possible.

“Since you kept the fidget spinner, maybe it’s a happy memory for you."

You smile, "on the count of three?" 

"One." 

"Two."

"Three."

"Expecto-" your eyes linger on Yoohyeon, a trailed smile and focused eyes. 

Your grip tightens on the fidget spinner. 

Ecdysis, a noun used in Zoology, the process of shedding old skin.

Your first year at Hogwarts, well your first four months to be precise. 

You'd delved on various classes long enough to know your favourites… And the ones you abhorred. 

Despite Ryujin and Yoongi's predilection for flying lessons, they were something you truly despised. 

As a result you naturally drifted away from childhood friends ever so slightly. 

Enough so to enjoy a new pass time. 

Though it mattered not, originally you had plans to return to the estate and hopefully spend time with Ryujin and Yoongi. 

However, by some truly cruel twist of fate, the Min and Shin families had become preoccupied with their own familial activities. 

Yoongi was charged with looking after younger relatives, while Ryujin was happily brought along on one of her father's business trips. 

You didn’t even have the luxury of your own father fulfilling a promise he had laid. 

He too was busy with one thing or another. 

The Slytherin common was devoid of any life in the weeks leading up to Christmas. 

Disgruntled, Christmas was a joyous occasion when your mother was around. You didn’t even bother checking the foot of your bed for presents.

The only gift you’d receive would be disappointment.

Unfocused, your heart leaps into your throat as your feet miss a step. 

Your ankle folds painfully inward, a surge of white hot pain before your face even meets a step. 

Let alone multiple, each collision dazes you slightly with the force of each impact. 

Before you meet the cold hard floor. 

You swear you hear the smallest echo of a chuckle bounce through the common room. 

You probably had a concussion you reasoned. 

However unlikely. 

You groan against the floor, mortification sears through your veins. 

Still, you're thankful no one was around to witness it. 

Bruised pain lingers in your ankle as your hands push against the ground, you’re unsteady at best but you manage with the slightest yelp of pain.

You’re greeted by hurried footsteps, a flush of worry etched into distantly familiar eyes. Her hand traces your tender ankle, a flare of pain.

You grimace, venom ready to spell from your mouth.

“Episkey.”

The pain folds away into an eerie cold-hot sensation, before slowly fading away altogether.

So too does the venom.

A pleased smile teases the edge of her lips, until her eyes catch yours. 

There’s a molten mixture of panic, surprise and the slightest hint of fear. Her words tumbled out of her mouth in a flurry as she moved in a haunted gust.

“Sorr-I mean you’re welcome-sorry?” She lingers for the briefest of moments, awkward and unsure. “Bye.”

She was surprisingly quick on her feet, scampering out of the common room, you're left alone in the tender warmth of lit braziers and the cool dancing lights of the lake.

You stand with a new found ease, pain no longer licks through your veins.

It would seem the muggle had a proficiency in healing magic.

An odd fit for a Slytherin, though in this rare instance you were thankful.

What would your father think? 

Consorting with muggles? Perish the thought.

You’re surprised when Headmistress Boa stops you before the Great Hall, her eyes sharp and pointed, yet her voice is soft and delicate.

“You and Miss Kim are the only students who have chosen to remain at Hogwarts this winter,” her lips pursed and her eyes narrow. “I expect you to be on your best behaviour… at least for today, it is Christmas.”

Her eyes pin you to the spot despite her soft words, "very well Headmistress."

As if you were the one offering her a concession. 

There's the slightest tug of a smirk, "I hope to see you in my office less in the coming year or at the very least for differing reasons."

Your footfalls echo through the mostly empty halls, festive decorations dance through the air, alight with joy. 

You spy Professor Kwon dancing with another member of the staff, someone who had yet to teach you, or you were far too distracted by the bonnet on his head. 

Still, you hesitate on the boundary, even as your stomach grumbles. 

Your eyes settle on the muggle, happily stuffing her face. 

Surely, you could get away with sitting as far away from her as possible?

Professor Kwon's humming pulls you out of your machinations, the bright pink bonnet clashed terribly with his professional attire and his 'cool guy' vibe. 

A stain on the Auror name. 

He offers a Christmas cracker, as he nods towards the object of your avoidance. 

"Come on, it's Christmas."

You roll your eyes as you accept the cracker. 

"Fine," you grumble. 

Everything moves in a stir, you hardly remember what happened when you sat down opposite her aside from the brief smouldering embers of awkwardness.

An offer, or a suggestion on what food was best. 

Ironic considering you were the wizard, however she was faultless in her approach. The Christmas cracker lay forgotten in the wake of your shared hatred of flying lessons.

“But why does she have to be so… intense,” a nicer word than you intended to use.

Still her head sways side to side in thought, “I heard Instructor Gong used to play a wizard sport, that’s why.”

“Quidditch.”

An eyebrow arcs, like she expects the sharp edge of another word.

It doesn’t come.

Shadows stretch in the Great Hall, surprise twinkles in her eyes as the cracker rewards you both with a chess set.

“Wait… so they move by themselves?” You bite back the urge to point out the obvious, it stings like bile in your throat.

Strategy was never your forte, often left to the realm of Yoongi. Still, you’re surprised at her eye for openings and gaps, even then you can tell she’s stalling her victory.

Giving you a chance.

There’s a weird lull, eerie and silent as her eyes tremble over yours. “Why are you being so nice?”

Your eyes avoid hers, choosing to move your pieces by hand, you’re surprised when your brain flickers over your brief encounter in the common room.

She was cute.

“Consider it,” your lips scrunch, lost in thought. “A thank you, a gift or a Christmas miracle. You decide.”

She smiles, dorky and all teeth but it’s endearing all the same.

Only now do you catch the vomit green sweater that hangs loosely against her shoulders, an ugly colour, a couple sizes too big and an overall visual travesty. 

Still there’s a loving glitter hand stitched in each strand that even your dull eyes can’t miss, the sweltering warmth of Yoohyeon’s family even if they weren’t here.

“How come you didn’t go home for the holidays,” off-handed small talk. Still she notices your lingering gaze.

There’s the slightest pout to her lips, crested with the dew of kindness. 

“To save money.” 

Oh.

There’s a hint of worry in her eye, a subtle frown nested in your silence. 

Her eyes jitter over you, the anxious tick of her mind. “Ah,” rancid with hesitation. “What’d you get for Christmas? Anything cool?”

You can’t help the scowl that settles on your lips, the tip of an iceberg of disappointment. Her eyes wide with panic, another misstep in what you hoped wasn’t a long dance number.

Maybe it's the Christmas spirit, maybe muggles aren’t as bad as your father says, your words are soft, vulnerable even.

“Forgotten like always.”

You remain focused on the game despite her floundering, even if you know it’s a losing battle, brief vulnerability was one thing.

Prolonged conversations on your personal wounds was another thing entirely.

Your gaze lifts, from the board and your opponent is nowhere to be found, perhaps she’d grown bored of your predictable stratagems.

Though, if she left surely that means you won by default?

While you loathed the idea of winning in such a way, it was better than the alternative, which was losing to a muggle.

Moments trace by without even a whisper. 

That’s when you hear it, heavy foot falls and haggard breath. An exhaustion akin to prey on their last legs, an oddly shaped item in her hand.

“Here,” she mutters between desperate clutched breaths, your knotted eyebrows remind her of her place.

An awkward gulp for air, her eyes dodge yours but still she speaks with a cradled weak voice, “I know it isn’t much.”

Her hands clasp over yours with a hidden strength, “please take it, as a thank you, if you must.”

 “Just because I’m  a pureblood, doesn’t mean I’m above accepting a gift from a m-... from you.”

She smiles, a deep well of warmth despite your tentative hands. 

You toy with the odd object as it rests in your palm, “it’s a fidget spinner, it’s for… well, fidgeting.”

It was also the first present you’d gotten in years, a foreign bloom of warmth gathers in your chest.

It’s nice, if a bit unsettling.

Still, a question lingers on the tip of your tongue. “What’s it thanks for?”

There’s a glimmer of frosted sadness at the edges of her lips, a despondent glass sheen to her eyes.

A lingering sheet of bittersweet melancholy, “For being my friend.”

She forces a smile despite the knife that twists in your gut, a paper cut compared to her pain. Her eyes dance coyly away from yours, lingering on the chess game. 

A soft, sweet chuckle lines her lips, “you’re probably my first friend here,” still she smiles.

It dawns on you, the drawn out game wasn’t to appease your ego, a soft sadder truth. 

To delay what she believed was inevitable, “It was nice, even if it was only for today.”

Perhaps that was the first moment that started it all, your own ecdysis.

“Come on now, you have to annoy me at least until everyone comes back.”

“Patronum,” your voice calls silvery-white light blooms from your wand much like it had before, your eyes dance over Yoohyeon, as she struggles

The boom of thunder and the crackle of lightning, a warning, a timer.

The rain grows heavy with each passing moment, your hand clenches tight against the fidget spinner, even as the rain threatens to tear it from your grasp.

Slowly but sure, through gritted teeth, Yoohyeon’s blooming light slowly knits together into strands.

You weren’t one to be outdone.

Your jaw clenches tight as you focus on the days following Christmas, filled with nothing but mischief at the staff’s expense.

The bounce of her laughter fills your ears, you catch a fractured glimpse as her strands slowly knit together.

She was on the precipice.

Yet, you hear it in the way her breath hitches, so close, yet so far.

The building blocks of a mammal, four legs and an excited tail, a dog of some sorts? It almost fades and whimpers back into a shield, still you feel power in it despite it’s small size.

A puppy.

It was fitting for her.

Your own strands slowly circle around hers, dancing in their own way, strands pull, tug and knit together before devolving into a ghostly semblance. 

You're so close, it's almost like tasting fresh air for the first time, or feeling the warmth of the sun after years in the cold. 

A single hand that reaches out, an escape from your family's dark legacy. 

You catch Yoohyeon's pained frown as slowly her Patronous melts away into nothing but mist. 

Suddenly your heart races, sinking with each moment. Your own Patronous begins to melt away, dark thoughts ambush your weakened mind. 

Your brain scattered under the weight, that maybe regret lingered in her. 

Your brain cracks like a whip, as the downpour deepens. Rain pelts your skin harshly and soaks through your clothes in seconds. 

Yet her frown lingers in your mind, sobbed whimpers echo and leak bouncing dangerously in your mind. 

"Mudblood," trickles easily past your younger, more ignorant lips. 

The smattering of laughter as you hid her wand during charms class, the tear stained panic and mortification grips and haunts you. 

You were her first friend and bully. 

Blood caked, bruised fists and that still wasn't enough. You remember claw-like hands tearing into your dress shirt. 

The trembling terror in her eyes, fighting desperately to pull you off Kris. 

"Sectumsemp-"

No amount of blood spilled by or from you would be enough. 

A snake is still a snake even if it sheds its skin. 

Your hand claws deep into your wand, as if some hidden fortitude would reveal itself. 

You feel a soft comfort roll over your knuckles, a tender kindness that could only be Yoohyeon. 

Torrential rain batters you both, the flicker embers of each of your patronus the only light. 

A single weak candle in a storm. 

Even as the rain soaks through the both of you, she smiles that soft dorky smile. 

The flag you'd follow to the ends of the earth. 

Even the howling wind grows silent under her soft velvet gaze. 

You feel a desperate pang in your chest, still in these little moments your patronus lingers in a state in between. 

Silvery-white wisp like embers dance around the both of you, beautiful and iridescent. 

Your heart leaps in your throat as she pulls you, the briefest caress of her hand against your cheek. 

Every fibre of longing blooms tenderly accompanied by silvery wisps. 

A forceful tug brings your lips crashing into hers, a smile pressed against your lips. 

The deep caress of her lips, soothes every heart-wrenching ache of longing. 

Still, she pulls tighter. 

Scared you'll fade away with the howling winds, muffled under the heat of her tender warmth. 

You feel it like a mirror onto yourself, the deep-seated hunger and want as she melts against you in the surging rain. 

You could be washed away now and you'd have no regrets. 

Her hands cling desperately to you, rolling through your hair, peppering your skin wherever she can. 

The boom of thunder and the crackle of lightning is what finally separates the two of you. 

A silvery-white serpentine shape dances gracefully around Yoohyeon, you command it instinctively with the flick of your wand. 

It doesn't obey, instead it moves at Yoohyeon's beck and call. 

An Occamy.

Swaddled in its embrace, a silvery-white pomeranian. 

Your patronus. 

There's a rare child-like happiness that settles in your chest, it's a soothing comfort to have something so innocent despite your violent nature. 

You watch as Yoohyeon tries to command the pomeranian charm, a twist of lingering confusion as her eyes follow the silvery trail to your wand. 

The Occamy evaporates in an instant, as pure unbridled panic settles in her eyes. 

Wide eyed like an owl, there's a tremble in her wand hand. 

A look you're not quite used to. 

"Yoo-" An unspoken spell hits you like a slug, your breath is torn from your throat as you collapse to the floor. 

Your head throbs and dazzles with stars. 

Stupefy. 

You were thankful it was non-verbal, even as you fought to stay conscious. 

She's already gone by the time you get to your feet. 

Yoongi is the only one that visits you while you're in the hospital wing, Olivia only offers you pointed glares and the threat of death from the hallway. 

You'd been so caught up with your own stuff you forgot about her whole date conundrum. 

"I told you I'm fine Madam Lee," you groan, annoyed by her over concern. "It was a non-verbal Stupefy."

Her eyes narrow, "well until you tell me who did it, I believe it's within our best interests to keep you under observation."

You roll your eyes, "fine, fine. Yoohyeon told me there's no point in arguing with you."

Her lips pursed, focused on a great multitude of things. "You wouldn't happen to know where Miss Kim is, would you?" 

You click your tongue, "in case you haven't noticed I've been here for the last day and a half."

You shake your head, "so no, I haven't."

"Odd, I thought she'd at least visit you, she's seemed strangely distant as of late."

You really hoped it wasn't a you thing. 

You shrug, "finals is coming up, so maybe that's taking up all her attention?" 

You couldn't tell if you were trying to convince her, or yourself. 

As long as someone felt better you suppose. 

"Maybe," her words drift off upon noticing Yoongi, "Ah, Mr Min keeping out of trouble I hope?" 

"That's what the badge is for right?" Emblazoned by his signature gummy smile.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," her eyes patrol the wing, "I'll leave you two to it." 

You notice a familiar glint of metal dancing in his hand. 

"Geez, I stay in the hospital wing for longer than an afternoon and you're already helping yourself to my stuff."

A flick of his fingers conjures a non-magical flame. 

A muggle zippo lighter, one of Yoohyeon's many Christmas gifts over the years. 

"Still no Yoohyeon?" 

"Nope, I'm getting more love from Olivia than her at the moment," you offer her a wave. 

She scowls back with a simple gesture, I have my eyes on you. 

A smirk teases across Yoongi's teeth, "Geez what did you do?" 

"What did I do?” Why does he assume it’s you? “It was all her.”

“We are talking about Yoohyeon right?”

“Well we’re certainly not talking about you, even  if your lovelife is far more glamorous.”

He quickly pockets the lighter. Still his fingers poke and prod, an anxious tick, a hankering for a cigarette.

He seethes ever so slightly, with bubbled stress. Fingers, still ticking aways as his eyes dart from side to side.

His tongue rolls over his teeth, lost in thought.

“Fine.”

“Fine, what?”

You can’t help but notice the strained scowl akin to a wet cat. Still underneath it all you can tell he's troubled.

“We’ll talk about me and my… issues.” You fight the absolute primal urge to clap like a seal, or any sort of hoopla. 

After all, you didn’t want to ruin such a rare experience.

“Alright.”

He grabs a nearby chair, placing it with the back to you. Still he ticks nervously as he sits, arms crossed on the backrest.

The silence is all consuming, like a hungry void.

“So…”

He rolls his eyes, “I’m sorry did you wanna do the muggle thing, and paint our nails and twirl our hair?”

A chuckle rumbles through your lips, “honestly maybe?”

His words catch at the edge of his lips, ‘tch.”

You roll your eyes, “fine, how about I help you. Yeji or Ryujin?”

He muses to himself ever so slightly, it’s like every other time you’ve seen him do smart guy shit.

Though, love shouldn’t be a formula or an algorithm to solve.

There’s a glimmer in his eyes, almost like the beep of a microwave. “My personal preferences aside, don’t you think they’d suit each other better?”

Not what you expected.

Still, you lean forward, “why?”

“Well I remember Olivia’s obsession with opposites attract,” his lips scrunch together. “Which is honestly vaguely close to enemies/rivals to lovers?”

Olivia’s interest in a certain Keeper definitely comes to mind, though you bite your tongue.

You hush the calculations with a wave of your hand, “who cares about semantics? Get to your point already.”

“Well, Ryujin has known Yeji for nearly as long as she’s known us,” he adds, fingers padding his chin. “They’re also distinctly different.”

You roll your eyes, “same thing applies to you dumbass… or me for that matter.”

“I’m surprised Ryujin hasn’t tried hitting on you act-”

“She has, she only stopped after the fight I had with Kris,” you quickly point out.

“Ah, right, right.”

“So?”

“So? What?” There’s an expression of lingering confusion.

“Ryujin or Yeji?”

He sighs, “I mean I had a crush on Ryujin when we were kids.”

You’re not surprised, most people did… Most people still do.

Still, you were banking 50 Galleons on Team Ryujin.

As long as he didn’t say both of them, someone from the Quidditch team was winning a decent pot.

“But Yeji’s a comfortable person to be around, it’s calm an-”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be a loser Icarus.” Plus that’d mean Jiyong would win the whole goddamn thing.

He rolls his eyes, “we both know I’m not like that.” Territory solely of one Mr Jackson Wang.

“There’s just pros and cons for both,” you had to admit he had a point.

“Fine, list them off… but make it quick.”

He rolls his eyes, a flare of a grin.

“Well, instead of reducing people to pros and cons, I’m just gonna limit it to my potential problems.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Prince Charming.”

“I don’t know Yeji as well as Ryujin, so I don’t know if we’ll clash.”

“Right, right. What about Ryujin?”

“Well, I’m not sure if she’s actually into me or not?” Your eyebrows knot together.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, maybe I’m just overthinking it. But what if she’s only interested in me because I’ve denied her so far?”

“Ah, I getcha,” a soft nod, until eventually you shake your head. “Why don’t you just talk to her about it?”

“Well, I mean there’s another issue,” surely Jackson’s hail mary bet wasn’t gonna work.

Your face meets your palm ever so ungracefully. “Don’t tell me.”

“Don’t tell you what?” Wood carved confusion lingers on his features, a true curiosity dances in his eyes.

You take a deep breath, “I’m Yoongi-bear, but I sadly have to let you down gently.”

His response, a solid punch to the shoulder. 

“Ouch, that almost hurt.”

Despite the punch, a smile lingers on his lips. “First of all, don’t you dare call me that, second of all I have to fight the urge to vomit everytime I look at you and finally this is serious.”

You wave him off once again, “fine, fine.” You were just glad Jackson was out of the running.

As far as you could tell.

Your eyes narrow.

“I’m not like everyone el-”

“You’re werewolf?”

“What n-”

“Vegan?”

“What the hell does tha-”

“Oh you’re a Jonas bro-”

He does his best to scowl at you, even if he’s a bumbling mess of laughter, “would you fuck up?”

“Fine, fine whatever you say Mr Jonas.”

“I don’t know if I’m able to…” His tongue struggles against his teeth, there’s the briefest flicker of torment in his eyes and almost self-disdain. “Be intimate with anyone.”

Your brain struggles ever so slightly, not on the topic but rather… on what to say. “I can see why you’d worry about Ryujin in that case.”

“Yeah.” There’s a deep billow of a sigh, like a tire slowly letting out all of its air. Still you feel like some amount of pressure has fallen off his shoulders.

Your brain lingers on what his family would say… He’s been through enough today. 

“Still, I think it’s worth talking to her about,” he grimaces slightly at the idea. “You gotta remember that despite her nature, she does have very real feelings, if anything I’m surprised she didn’t get sorted into Hufflepuff with how tenacious she’s been.”

His lips purse in thought, “what I’m trying to say is even Ryujin will give up one day. So you should at least talk things out and that’s not my 50 Galleons bet talking.”

He scoffs at the mention of Galleons, “You’re a scoundrel.”

You give him a wink, “now did you wanna hear about my end of the stick?”

He instantly peeps up, “completely forgot about that.”

He shuffles desperately close, like you’re about to tell him about a secret entrance into Gringotts. “So spill.”

Suddenly he holds up a hand, “wait, let me guess.”

You roll your eyes, always a guessing game with him. “Fine.”

He places two fingers on his temple and one hand out in front of you, “You guys were out past curfew… I’m seeing pictures of the lake… or the forest?”

“Anyone could’ve guessed that moron.”

His hand tenses at your words, “a dark wi-”

“Already wron-”

“Let me finish at least.” Still he continues with the act. “He launched an attack at your dearly beloved, and you dove in front taking that attack, now she can’t bear to look at you because it’s a reminder of pain she put you through.”

You scoff, a smirk tickles your lips.

“Honestly I would’ve preferred your version, but also not at all.” You smile, “Can I talk now?”

“Oh, yeah of course.”

“I was out late practising the Patronus Charm, when Yoohyeon found me.”

You watch as Yoongi’s eyes slowly glaze over as if he’s working on Arithmancy homework. “So you started practising together.”

“Yeah, it still didn’t go too well until we both remembered that first Christmas,” he leans closer, inspecting every inch of you like the twitch of a smile could predict the lotto numbers.

His eyebrows knit together, “how’d that go?”

“I can show you if you’d like.”

He shakes his head. Though you hear the briefest mumble, “so they know the Patronus Charm now.”

It seems he was already picking apart the strands. Hoping to spoil the outcome.

“So how’d you do it?”

You let the silence slowly sink in around him, drowning him in anticipation.

“She kissed me.”

“Shut up,” you’ve seen feigned surprise on Yoongi before, that’s why it’s all the more surprising watching his eyes bulge out of their socket.

“Not able to deduce that, were you Sherlock?” You can’t help the simmering grin on your lips,to give Yoongi credit he gives a slow clap.

“Didn’t think she had it in her,” there’s almost the smile of a pleased older sibling on his lips. However, slowly the smile fades, gears clicking into place with a haunted look. “Wait a minute.”

“What?”

There’s a cocky smirk on his lips. “That means your Patronus is a fucking pomeranian.”

It’s your turn for your eyeballs to bulge, as Yoongi laughs a hideous cackle. You hear sobs slowly begin to emanate from him. 

“Oh my god… the best duelist in our school has a pomeranian as a Patronus,” he wheezes between desperate laughter-riddled breaths.”Fuck, you can’t make that up.”

You seeth at his laughter, a friendly scowl is all you can offer as he slowly recovers.

“How’d you know?”

He smiles that irritating gummy smile, “because that would’ve been Yoohyeon’s obviously.”

Well you couldn’t argue with that.

It made sense.

“But then why is mine the pomeranian?”

His smile still taunts you, though you all had a field of strengths. 

Yoongi’s just happened to come up more often than everyone else’s

“Same reason her Patronus is an Occamy. Do the maths.”

The Patronus is meant to represent your hidden strength, a faucet of yourself hidden, unknown but necessary.

Did that mean you were both necessary for each other? Like yin and yan-

“Judging from the way your face is scrunching, you’re thinking too hard,” he jibes, a trickle of laughter. “Not that I need to explain this to you on your end at least. But she’s in love with you, too moron.”

Still he hums with a thought, “though you two have been rubbing off on each other too… So I guess they also represent the faucets of yourself you don’t often bring forth.”

“But that’s the boring part,” he continues.

Part of you hates to admit that your penchant for violence might just be due to the simplicity of it all, because a question lingers at the tip of your tongue.

“Wait? If she’s supposedly in love with me, why is she avoiding me? Riddle me that Sherlock?”

He shrugs, “I dunno… Probably something muggle-related? Give her time, maybe she’s going through her own Ecdysis.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “way to go Yoongs, you know how to read a dictionary.”

“At least I know how to read unlike a certain duelist~”

“Fuck you,” still there’s a glimmer of a smile underneath the venom.

“That’s what I thought.”

Days stretch into weeks as seasons take their time in the limelight, a dance with spring in the eves of march before an easter intermission. 

Yet you’ve seen hide nor hair outside of Quidditch practice, she’s been accommodating for the most part, yet any attempt at a prolonged conversation fumbles and sputters like muggle technology on school grounds.

Still you catch her escaping past curfew most nights.

There’s an uneasy edge to you even without the nerves of ‘finals’. 

Slytherin’s last game of the year, though you suppose it’s also Gryffindor’s as well.

Quidditch wasn’t really your circus, flying in general wasn’t your thing.

Though as your eyes scan over your team, you realise they are certainly your monkeys. Excitement hangs thick in the air for most of the team.

Only Olivia seems to share the same harsh edge, a mounting dread.

Though your reasons differed, there was a unique solidarity.

“You wouldn’t happen to have your lighter on you?” There’s a slight tremble in her hands.

“How would your Keeper feel about that?” A smirk tugs at your lips, if only to hide your own worries.

She scoffs, “I’m not a loser like Yoongi… plus Jackson always keeps his eye on me.”

A frown tugs at her lips, she chews anxiously at the bottom lip. A scowl settles in its place.

“If you must know, I want to light some scented candles… to relax or some bullshit,” she paces ever so slightly despite her efforts.

“You don’t have your wand on you?” Your eyebrows  crease, “wait when were you into scented candles?”

There’s the slightest grumble in her throat, like a cat ready to pounce. “Well, Professor Kwon and Jackson seemed to agree that I’m prone to violent outbursts, before, during and after a game.”

She attempts to prod at you with a glare, an attempt at intimidation that is sub-par at best, instead she was more akin to a grumpy cat.

More adorable than threatening, though you wouldn’t say it to her face.

“Have you considered being sneaky? It’s kind of Slytherin’s thing.”

She just rolls her eyes, as her nervous pacing only intensifies.

“As for the scented candles thing? It was suggested by a… friend.”

“Your dearly beloved Gryffindork? Gotcha,” you tease, you watch as her muscles wind up to hit you. However she stops when notices the shimmer of your lighter. “Take care of it.”

“Of course,” her words are surprisingly soft, as she takes it into her grasp. A soft treasured touch that you didn’t expect from her. 

You feel Jackson’s palm crest your shoulder, the glimmer of his confident smile nearly blinds you. “Speech in five-ten minutes, then game time alright?”

“Yeah, sure, sure.” His eyes soften over you, almost able to sense your anxiety. 

His grip tightens, massaging all the good vibes he can into you. “There’s nothing to worry about chief, you wouldn’t be on this team if I thought you’d screw up.”

He wrestles himself into almost a baseball stance. “You have a good arm on you, so just channel the bad vibes and go for broke.” His invisible bat connects with what you assume is a ball, you can almost see how far he hits it. “Plus I think you’d be able to pull off the legendary two for one special.”

A smile bristles past your anxiety and onto your lips, “thanks Jackson.”

There’s a flash of a sudden idea on his face, “Oh, could you gather the team? I have to sort some things with Professor K.”

It was a rare thing for Jackson to thrust any semblance of responsibility on you. “Yeah, sure Cap… But Olivia is,” you poke a thumb behind you as the smell of jasmine and lavender saunters through the tent.

He shrugs, “leave her it’s hard being Romeo or Juliet when your families have to fight… I dunno, I've never read it.”

“Wait, you know?”

“It’s my job to know things,” he smiles, flourished by his devil-may-care attitude. “Though if you’re wondering who found out first, that honour is yours alone. Pom-pom.”

He gives you a wink punctuated with the click of his tongue.

The click, Jackson’s true mark of favouritism.

Not an honour you were actively looking for, especially if it meant being called Pom-pom.

There’s a soft tender almost tentative tug at your sleeve.

Yoohyeon.

She waves awkwardly, eyes avoiding yours. 

“Hey.” It’s almost like speaking to a mouse. She chews anxiously against her bottom lip.

Hey stranger, is your first thought, a joke to ease the strained atmosphere. But as you watch her almost shrink in your presence, you decide against it.

You muster what warmth you can, “what’s up?”

Her mouth opens for the briefest moment, words on the tip of her tongue. “She raises a clenched hand revealing a familiar broom.

A coy smile.

“Uh, thanks for the broom by the way…”  Her eyes still dance away from yours, you're almost tempted to kiss if it would get rid of the awkward tension. 

Too bad it was game day, you didn’t want to rattle her.

Still Christmas had long since passed, you remember her almost unending thanks. 

One of the few times she’d managed to actually get on your nerves.

“I’m sorry all I got you was an electric guitar you can’t even use.” 

“I appreciate every gift you get me, it’s just enough to be thought about by you.” You swear she almost halves in size despite her reasonably tall stature.

Her cheeks a slightly rosy pink, still her eyes finally bore into you like cold steel. 

“...We’re still friends right?”

Sadly.

“Of course.”

Her mouth pretends to work again before failing to make any noise. “Jackson told you to gather the team right?... I could do that if you want.”

“Uh yeah sure?” Having extra time to centre yourself before game time would be invaluable.

She takes a couple of steps before pausing, there’s another gentle tug of your sleeve. “We need to talk after the game.”

Great. 

Any confidence Jackson managed to instil in you is thrown and torn asunder in the wake of Hurricane Yoohyeon.

Maybe Olivia had the right idea with scented candles?

Deep breaths.

Your lungs burn with each deep breath, the only consolation was they didn’t hurt as much as your arms.

Your arms weigh heavy at your side.

You knew Quidditch games could go on for a prolonged period of time, it was truly different to play for that amount of time.

Amber embers stretch over the field, shadows towering at their highest before sunset, it’s beautiful, almost picturesque like a family outing before the holiday. 

Well, if there wasn’t a trophy and bragging rights on the line.

Olivia’s broom shakes and sways under her exhaustion, she was a beast in her own right. But stamina was her greatest weakness.

If anything you’re surprised she’s still flying. She fights desperately even soaked in sweat and sapped by exhaustion. 

You remember when the game started it exploded like crashing thunder and lightning. Every minute an exciting uproar of cheers and chants.

You still remember the smile plastered on Olivia’s face when managed to score three times in a row.

That meant mocking her sucking during practice was on the table.

Still despite her stellar performance at the beginning of the game, exhaustion quickly sapped her strength.

Even Yoongi’s broom trembles ever so slightly, a symptom of a larger problem.

His pride.

Ever since you were kids he’d push himself past his limits, it’s thanks to the trifecta of Ryujin, Yeji and Him that you guys were still deadlocked.

Ironic really.

320-320 

For how much longer you wouldn’t be able to tell, your strength as a team were the quicker games. 

All you can think of is how cosy your bed would be right now, soft and comfy.

Your own broom begins to shake even as you conserve your energy. You’re just thankful the teams are evenly matched for the most part.

Even still you notice Yoongi’s scowl aimed at Jihyo, a begrudging respect. Even with her own haggard breath she offers a soft radiant smile.

No doubt she considered him an equal to some degree.

You watch as Yeji and Lisa zip and dance almost like fireflies. You hated to admit it but Lisa was a decent amount faster than Yeji, even if the latter was craftier.

It’s hard to be sneaky when someone finally notices you.

You hear a whistle from Jackson to Jihyo, “Time out?”

She nods softly as he flies over, a hushed conversation that you can’t quite make out, perhaps it was the tiredness leaking into your bones?

Their mini-meeting is quick and succinct.

There’s an oddly serious edge to Jackson, “Olivia.”

Her broom shakes and stirs like she’s been woken from a nap, her eyes glazed over. “Hm? What?”

“Go to the changing room and have a rest?”

There’s the flicker of a defiant ember in her eyes at those words, “bu-”

“Please,” his face softens. “You’ve done well, you don’t need to worry they’re also benching one of their players alright?”

The ember is snuffed out with his gentle entreatment.

She slowly makes her way to the changing room. “Yoongs?”

“Yeah, boss?” You can hear the dry crack of his throat.

“We’re going on the defensive,” he returns a soft nod. 

His eyes shift to Ryujin, “guard me and Yoongi, if you can aim the bludgers away from the seekers alright?”

She wipes a sweat soaked brow, “Are you sure, because if a nail the seek-”

“What if they redirect to Yoohyeon? She’s our ticket out of this soaked hellhole and to the party of my dreams,” you’d never seen Jackson force a smile before, but there was a first time for everything.

“Alright, no guarantees. “

He turns to Yeji, “I trust you to help out where you can alright? If you think you can score some points to keep us in the game, go for it.”

“Alright, chief.”

He turns to you and Yoohyeon last. “My dynamic duo, I need you to kick things into overdrive alright?”

You raise your fist as high as you can, still you feel your muscles slowly descending into the muck of lethargy and pain.

Yoohyeon turns to you, “we got this.” Her fist collides with yours. 

Still you notice she’s still springing with energy.

Probably all those late night training sessions.

Slowly everybody assumes their positions as Instructor Gong readies her whistle. Still you feel the bristle of Jackson, “Protect her with your life, you got me, Pom-pom?”

You roll your eyes.

“It’s what I always do.”

As the whistle’s wail pierces through it awakens something almost primal in you, the last of your reserves.

You cling desperately to Yoohyeon’s side, as close as you can manage. She’s a blur just out of your reach.

How she managed with one of the school’s brooms was beyond you.

Each second at top speed stretches and feels like a minute, each minute feels like an hour.

Still you hear the roar of the Slytherin crowd, either a successful defence effort or a sneaky goal by Yeji.

Your muscles ache and beg for you to stop, you’d hate to imagine the pain of hitting a bludger right.

Bile builds in your throat as your head whips around, keeping track of Yoohyeon and any bludgers, a dangerous strain on your neck. 

You can’t even see the snitch.

Still, you fight the burn the builds in your throat, your eyes catch the shadow of another person, J.Seph one half of Gryffindor’s beater duo.

He lingers not too far behind you, laboured sweat-soaked breaths. There’s a glimmer of surprise creased in his brow.

Yoohyeon must been on the right track, Jungkook probably wasn’t too fa-

That’s when you see him, Gryffindor golden boy and seeker supreme. Sweat soaks his hair as he pushes his broom slowly inching ahead of Yoohyeon.

That’s when you see it, the fluttering golden wing, almost like a hummingbird, it’s hard to make out the finer details.

Then you hear it, the sound of a beater bat crash like thunder against a bludger. You almost snap your neck, unsettled panic rattles through your bones like chimes on the wind. 

Your eyes lock with J.seph’s, the flurry of worry in his eyes mirror your own.

You hear it tear through the air with a ravenous hunger, howling for Yoohyeon.

Yet her eyes don’t tear from the snitch, you can’t tell if it’s a lack of awareness or complete and utter trust in you.

You’ll shortly see if it’s unfounded.

Your body shakes as you slowly try to stand on your broom.

A risky manoeuvre for sure.

Your legs shake like jelly at the briefest of the ground, you’d probably just become a pancake from this hei-You see it, you truly do as everything comes to a crawl.

The legendary two for one.

Jihyo and Lisa.

It’s almost like you’re safely on the ground, steady and solid as your hands grip strong against familiar wood and leather. 

The game was as good as over so long as Jungkook didn’t get the snitch.

Your eyes don’t falter, they don’t linger on Yoohyeon. 

An almost serene calm comes over you, like an undisturbed lake.

That’s why it’s all the more disturbing when something feels off, you almost can’t place your finger on it.

The bludger makes a sound a fraction of a second before you hit it, your eyes widened. Still everything is tranquil and slow, despite the panic in your heart.

No one else hits your bludger, it sails straight and true, pain ripples through every muscle fibre as your arm swings wide.

Your grip falters for a second and a second is all it takes for it to flutter out of your hands, you curse through gritted teeth.

A mistake, yet the unease still lingers even as you watch your bludger connect first into Jihyo and then Lisa.

Really putting the L in Lisa huh?

The other bludger.

Your eyes snap to Ryujin as she watches in horror.

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, a saying by some muggle.

Still you hear it before you see it, the crack of J.seph’s bat against cold bludger metal, you react almost without thinking.

Your eyes snap to her for the briefest microsecond, her fingertips mere millimetres from the snitch, unaware of the danger she was in.

You could give up the snitch and the game. 

No danger would come to her, you’d be the last person who hurt her.

A simple promise to yourself.

You couldn’t deflect it, your bat was gone. Hopefully she won't get too mad at you.

You were too slow on your broom to take the hit.

You draw your wand, fluttering memories linger, mostly lectures from Yoohyeon, what was and what wasn’t considered a foul.

Wand usage was considered fair game on your team and on your brooms.

J.Seph looks at you like you’re insane.

All you can offer is a toothy smile… while you still had them

“Flipendo.” Your broom splinters against the sudden force, for the briefest moment you feel like a bird, sailing through the air.

Too bad falling was very much on the menu.

J.Seph moves in a panicked frenzy, attempting to strike the bludger again to alter its course, but it’s far too late.

It hits you like a steel wall, launching the wind out of you. Still, it keeps pushing, crushing your ribs slowly but surely.

There’s an apologetic worry in J.seph’s eyes that mounts with each strike, it rings deep in your skull like a bell.

Slowly your vision darkens at the fringes as you fall.

Muffled distant sounds as your consciousness fades.

“Rennervate.”

You awake suddenly and violently on the pitch, somehow not worse for wear, you catch a brief glimpse of Sunny running to various players healing what she can.

Your hands clutch a nearby person, you almost expect it to be Yoohyeon by the tremble. However it’s Yoongi’s tired, lethargic eyes.

The smell of martial magic hangs thick in the air, who the fuck was dueling on the pitch?

You groan involuntarily, pain grips at every vestige of your being, still you move.

Only now do you hear the… arguing? 

Was that Yoohyeon?

“Sectumsemp-”

Where the fuck did sh-“Expelliarmus”  you cast with a practiced graceful ease.

Her wand flitters through the air, discarded in the grass, you can feel the smouldering anger from here.

Her eyes burn a hole in her hand, her eyes snap to you and for a moment even without her wand fear for your life.

Her eyes soften, even as your legs give out beneath you, still the grass is soft and bouncy.

An odd comfort.

Her panicked run, a sweet reminder of where you began as she slides next to you, checking you over.

“You think you’d never seen someone get hit by a bludger before?” You give her an almost disappointed look. “Seriously? Sectumsempra over a scratch?”

“One minute you were right behind me and the-” Her voice cracks, only now do you notice the tears that well the edges.

“Tch, next you’re gonna hit people with an unforgivable for looking at me funny,” you tease, maybe an Occamy wasn’t too far off for her?

“I was worried oka-” her fist slams against your chest.

You do your best to muffle a grunt of pain, as you take a deep breath in.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologies quickly.

“I mean I had it coming, shouldn’t have been a dick.”

A pout lingers on her lips.

“Where’d you learn Sectum anyway?” 

Her eyebrows crease as if it’s obvious. “From you, duh.”

“Hold up,” you wave your hands in front of yourself, “I did not teach you that.”

She rolls her eyes as her hand pats your cheek, “Geez you purebloods act like magic is hard or something.”

You feel her smile as she presses a kiss into your forehead.

She smiles that sweet dorky smile and you’d wish for nothing else in the world.

“-Oh,” suddenly she freezes, “ah.”

Your wand is already in your hand, a rushed “Protego.” Glimmers to life in front of you.

She looks at you with a heavy weight of confusion.

“Hey!” Your eyebrows knit together, “you hit me with a Stupefy last time.”

“...You know I completely forgot about that,” she laughs awkwardly, her hand caressing the back of her neck.

You watch as she contemplates laying down on you before she tugs you softly into her embrace.

Even still there’s a tender shyness she has under your focused gaze, you’d easily forget that nearly maimed poor J.Seph.

Her fingers play absently with the grass, her eyes never quite meeting yours.

You poke her nose softly. “What was the freeze about?”

“Oh,” her face blooms with a cheeky smile. “Close your eyes.”

“Fine,” you roll your eyes, still a smile lingers on your lips.

“Hold out your hand,” you offer an open palm.

You feel a soft almost magical warmth, finely detailed grooves and a metallic sturdiness. 

“You can open your eyes now,” you can hear the small pleased hum of a smile.

The golden snitch, you hadn’t really bothered to look at one up close before.

“Oh, shit that means we won!” A smile tugs at your lips as you balance it between your fingers.

Before you finally offer it back.

“It’s yours.” Her fingers trail through your hair. “A real present instead of a re-gift or a hand me down.”

You smile softly, as you fight the tears that well up. “Are you sure?”

Just her comforting presence was enough. “Of course, I just wanted you to know you’re worth all the effort I can muster.”

“Even if you’re fine with less.”

Your fingers dance along her cheek as she stares lovingly at you, you fight through the lingering aches and pains to press a kiss into her velvet soft cheeks.

She feel her basically melt against your touch.

“I’m surprised you caught it and still had time to cause a commotion.”

“Well…” her gaze diverted away from you, her tongue dancing along her teeth. “I didn’t know I had it.”

“God damn it Yooh,”  

A cheesy smile bubbles across her lips.

Still a question lingers in the back of your skull, you lean up gazing directly at her. “What was the thing you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Well,” she starts and never quite finishes. 

Her eyebrows crease followed by a deep breath. “What are you doing over Easter?”

“You already know the answer to that, Yooh.”

“Well… I was,” her eyes hesitate even if her mouth doesn't. “...wonder ifyou’dliketocometomyplace.”

There’s the slightest scoff that parts your lips, an act of surprise. “I didn’t realise muggles were so forward.”

She rolls her eyes, “It can’t be helped when Purebloods don’t make a move, you and Yoongi are as bad as each other.”

“I get it, I get it.”

“You’ll get to meet my mum,” she beams at the thought.

“Should I be worried?”

“...No? I mean I’ve told her all about you,” still, her gaze avoids your ever so slightly.

Your eyes narrow, “....wait, is that why you were being so… confident.”

She shrinks ever so slightly at your words, “...Maybe?”

A chuckle tickles past your teeth.

“Hell, if we have the chance you could even meet my Dad.”

Her expression falls ever so slightly, replaced with pointed surprise. “Really?”

“...Yeah?”

“Damn you must really like me,” you feel the ever so soft nudge of Yoohyeon’s elbow against your ribs, a cheeky smile on her lips.

It’s cute and endearing.

It doesn’t stop it from hurting, a grimace tightens across your face.

Still you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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