#sincerely the blue and silver gryffindor

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1.1 hermione granger’s society of love; a how to guide

sincerely, the blue and silver gryffindor 

a princess of magic novel

draco malfoy x reader

6TH YEAR; WINTER BREAK;

After several hours of more searching, Y/N was forced to admit defeat after the sun began to set over Diagon Alley and Gloria started to complain about her growling stomach. Y/N had brought her friend Gloria along to get some extra supplies before the term started at Hogwarts when they had ran into a rather disgruntled looking McGongall.  

"Ms.L/N! Oh, what a wonderful surprise!" Y/N shared a look with Gloria, it was a rather odd sight to see, as most Head of Houses usually weren't delighted to run into a student from another House, "Can I speak with you for a moment? Only a minute or two, you'll be free to return to Ms.Hanks very soon."

Y/N nodded and broke away from her friend, following her Transfiguration teacher out of the crowd. Once they reached the opening between Weasley Wizard Wheezes and Knockturn Alley, Mcgonagall started to talk, "Ms.L/N I have some exciting news for you. Hogwarts is bringing back a class called Herb Potioneering 101. Basically, it's an extracurricular class that gives you a broader sense of potioneering."

"Oh, professor, I barely passed Potions last year. I don't think an extra class on top of all my new NEWT classes is a good idea."

Professor McGonagall did not look impressed at all, but Y/N couldn't tell if it was from her interruption or what she had been saying earlier. Her perked eyebrows said it all, she had one furrowed and the other hiked up so high it almost disappeared behind her hairline. "Ms.L/N I will have you know that it will be very helpful with your career choice." Y/N was startled. She wanted to work with Madame Pamplemousse in Paris and maybe one day open up her own shop of incredible edibles.

Y/N's jaw clenched as she looked away from the Professor's harsh glare, "I don't think I have the grades, Professor."

"Well, if you certainly don't think so, then I will give you a day to think about it. Write back to Hogwarts within a day." Professor McGonagall handed Y/N a letter, "But just so you know Ms.L/N, it is not wise to turn down an opportunity that you are fortunate to be given, especially when you haven't tried it yet." The Professor walked back into the crowd again, leaving Y/N alone with the shock from her words and an envelope holding three very interesting pieces of paper.

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Forlean Fortescue's Hot Chocolate Shop was as busy as it usually was during the holidays. [a/n; yes, i know Forlean Fortescue owns a ice cream shop, but I have a headcanon that he turns it into a hot chocolate shop during the winter because no one wants ice cream when it's freezing.] Fortunately, Y/N had beaten the crowd of shoppers and got there just in time. She really didn't want to be waiting outside in the cold, it was already bad with Gloria blabbering on about the Malfoy idiot and the trio following him into Knockturn Alley.

"I just don't understand how it happened, Y/N! They just dissapeared! Harry looked mad, do you think Malfoy and Harry will get in a fight just like last year?" Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes, during a quidditch game, in the third year, Gloria had fallen off of her broom from a nasty bludger one of the Weasley Twins had shot at her and Harry had saved her from 'falling to her death', as Gloria liked to call it. Ever since, she had developed a rather idolistic crush on the boy and wouldn't stop talking about him.

"Probably," Y/N mused and sipped on her Hot Chocolate. Y/N took a sneaky glance at the letter that was sat next to her hot chocolate, it was rather fat meaning there were more than one piece of parchment inside. She badly wanted to open it, but didn't know if it was meant to be opened in front of other people. Afterall, Profressor Mcgonagall only pulled Y/N aside, she would have also brought Gloria if she was invited to contribute in the class.

"What's wrong now?"

"Hmm?" Y/N asked, she realized she had forgotten to nod at certain times during Gloria's rant.

"I asked you what was wrong. You started to daydream again. Did your parents forget to send the Head Chef a check again?"

This time Y/N let herself roll her eyes, "No, and I told you not to call him that."

Gloria shrugged and pocketed some of her money she had forgotten to put back inside her money pouch, "Well, that is his job isn't?"

She had to keep her cool, it wasn't fair to Gloria if she snapped at her. It was just got rather frustrating to be around her 24/7, but Y/N guessed that she would get annoyed with anyone's company everyday for the past 6 months. Maybe that was why Hogwarts gave Christmas Breaks, to let their students get away from school work, teachers, and peers for a few weeks. Too bad, Y/N had nailed all in one day.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

Gloria's eyes suddenly lit up and she started to freeze. Her eyes had widened to the size of the moon and she started to shake violently like an earthquake was happening but only under Gloria's seat. "Y/N, Y/N, it's them! It's the Golden Trio!"

Y/N's eyes widened at Gloria's sudden hyper mood, "Gloria, Gloria, calm down, just act cool, okay?"

Gloria nodded so quickly Y/N was scared she was going to hurt her neck, "Quick! Talk about something!"

Y/N looked around nervously, she hated how this stupid situation was now spiking up her anxiety. She didn't need this today and she certainly didn't come to Diagon Alley to stress over the Boy who Lived. "Um," Y/N's eyes picked up the sight of a sign at the front of the store, "They are giving out free Hot Chocolate on Christmas."

"Something interesting!"

"That is interesting," at the sight of Gloria's glare, Y/N stopped, "I'll tell you what McGonagall said." Thankfully, that seemed to catch Gloria's attention. "She asked me to enroll in this class. It's basically an extra potions class. I don't know if I want too though. You know how rubbish I am at Potions-"

"Hah!" Y/N raised her fist in the air triumphantly, "I told you I would turn you British!"

Y/N had been opening up her letter when Gloria had surprised her which unfortunately led to a paper cut, "Merlin's Blue Balls!" Y/N cursed, placing her pointer finger in her mouth. Judging by Gloria's facial expression, it seemed Gloria wanted to shout that out just as much as Y/N did. Her facial coloring was a bright fuchsia and was turnt up into such a weird wrinkly expression she looked immensely like a grape.

"Gloria, what is...oh, hello." Y/N smiled at the trio standing a few inches from them.

"Hello, Y/N." Hermione smiled warmly at the girl, they had been potions partners in fourth year. Y/N was surprised she had remembered her name, "It's Gloria, right?"

The girl nodded still all wrinkly but thankfully, her coloring had changed to a nice bright red, giving her the look of a tomato that had been out in the sun too long. Good thing Gloria liked vegetables otherwise Y/N didn't think she would have liked being compared to them.

Harry looked a bit concerned by Gloria's state but Ron looked more annoyed if anything. Y/N must have shown some sort of displeasure of Ron's being because Hermione elbowed him harshly in the stomach causing him to belch and whine at her.

She, however, ignored him and choose to sit down next to Y/N. She pulled down Ron into the booth next to her who grumbled under his breath. "How have you been, Y/N? It feels like I haven't talked to you in forever."

"Umm, yes, it has been too long." Y/N was confused. Sure, her and Hermione had gotten along quite well during the fourth year and Y/N would even go as far as to call them school friends, but she only would have said that in the fourth year. Now, her and Hermione had grown apart as they weren't forced to talk to each other every time they had potions.

"Hermione," Ron interrupted whatever Hermione was going to say next, "She obviously is confused as to why we are here. Why don't you just do all of us a favor and cut to the chase."

Hermione and Gloria made a sound of protest. It seemed the trio hadn't expected her to say anything and had all turned to her making her turn the last color on the rainbow again. Y/N reached over and patted her knee for reassurance. Gloria grabbed it tightly and forced a tight smile at everyone.

"Fine, Ronald. I was walking over to the line and couldn't help but notice the letter you had. It's the same as mine, you see?" Hermione pulled out the same letter out of her coat pocket, the only difference was hers was open and it wasn't as plump. "I was wondering if you knew anymore information about it. My meeting with McGonagall was cut short." Hermione sent a glare towards Harry who raised his hands in surrender. "Anyway, all I know is that it's an extra Potions class and that only a certain amount of people were picked to be in it."

"Oh, so, it is only a few people." At that comment, Hermione looked disheartened. "Sorry, Hermione, I haven't even opened up the letter yet. I'm probably the wrong person to ask about this."

"It's alright. Do you know who else will be in the class?" When Y/N shook her head, Hermione sighed and nodded. She nudged Ron to let him know to start getting out of the booth, "Well, thank you anyways, Y/N. I'll see you when the term starts, ya?"

Y/N bid goodbye to them, and was about to open her letter when Gloria harshly begged Y/N to bring them back. She said she wanted, no, needed more time with him.

"Hey! Hermione! Why don't you open the letter with me? Maybe mine will have something yours doesn't."

Hermione grinned and turned to the other two boys, "Do you mind if we join you two at your table? Ron wants to get Hot Chocolate real quickly."

Y/N felt herself nodding and turning over to Gloria once they left, "Well, Cassanova, I think by this rate you'll have Harry tied around your finger by Christmas."

Gloria snorted and shoved a laughing Y/N, "Shut up!"

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The line was pretty long, which gave more time for Gloria and Y/N to plan topic started for Gloria to talk to Harry about. So far, all they had was the topic of Draco Malfoy. Y/N had suggested for her to bring up the time he had saved her. But Gloria had immediately shut it down, claiming that it would be very embarrassing if he didn't remember.

Even though, Y/N thought it would be worth to ask, she could see where Gloria was coming from.

"Hey, guys," Gloria grinned at the Gryffindors, they greeted her back with equal enthusiasm which surprised Y/N. She thought Ron would be a little less vivacious but he seemed pretty content with his Hot Chocolate.  

"So, Hermione, I thought I saw Draco with one of those letters. Maybe he's in the class?" Gloria suggested.

The trio exchanged looks, all three of them looking the exact same. Y/N could tell how much time they spent together, overtime people tend to develop the same facial expressions as their friends. "I don't think that's what it was, Gloria," Harry said. Y/N cringed, wondering how Gloria would take it when he disagreed with him. But she looked delighted and Y/N wondered why. She sent Gloria a questioning look, only for her to mouth back 'he knows my name!' Y/N rolled her eyes and set her attention back to Hermione who was arguing with Ron about something.

"So, let's open the letter, shall we?" Y/N asked trying to break up Ron and Hermione's fight and Gloria and Harry's awkwardness.

The table was quiet as she opened it. First there was a letter explaining what Herb Potioneering 101 would consist of, what period it would take over, and the importance of accepting the class. Apparently, Hermione was right there were only a few spots available but Y/N still didn't know if she wanted to take it.

The Second Document was basically a supplies list. She needed the basic Potions supplies, ones she would already have due to Y/N taking NEWT Potions in her Sixth Year. But at the bottom of the list was a book. Y/N would have skinned over the title written in exquisite purple script if the name in the book hadn't caught her eye.

Madame Pamplemousse's Guide to Baking Incredible Edibles

A/N; so it looks like Madame Pamplemousse is a witch? Hmm, interesting very interesting. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I hope to update this book soon! And don't worry Draco will come and meet you very very soon. I mentioned him a bit in this chappy. But it's certainly not enough.

who's your favorite(s) lightining era hp character?

mine is probably Fred and George honestly. Those two made the series... interesting. It's so funny because I feel like no one's favorite character is Harry, I've asked so many people this question and they will be like 'Hermione! Draco! Dumbledore!' Not one Harry, poor chap.

[voldemorts-tap-shoes]

An AU Romione ficlet for IWSC

💚🐍 Sorted 🐍💚

Hermione’s quill taps a nervous rhythm against the wooden tabletop, the only sound in the quiet library. She must be alone here. The only person not at the feast.

She was so excited to come to Hogwarts, so excited to finally be around people like her. Except not everybody is like her. It turns out there’s a big difference between muggle-borns and those with magical parents. At least to her housemates.

Hermione read Hogwarts: A History cover to cover during the summer, so she knows all about the different houses. On paper, the rivalries and bloody purity standards appeared archaic. A relic as bygone as Salazar himself.

And yet, not one of the Slytherins had spoken to her after the Sorting Hat made its choice and she took her seat beneath the green and silver banners.

Shortly after that, Hermione had excused herself from the feast, seeking solace in the one place that had always been a comfort. She has survived this far in her life with only books as friends; why should the next seven years be any different?

A creak of hinges echoes through the cavernous library, and Hermione gathers her things. It can only be the librarian here to tell her off. First years don’t have free reign of the castle, after all. It’s not Madam Pince, however, who rounds the end of the bookshelf closest to her. The boy who appears instead looks as if he ran all the way from the Great Hall.

His red hair is tousled, and based on Hermione’s interaction with the other Slytherins, the smile on his face doesn’t match the green and silver striped tie that hangs loose around his neck. She remembers seeing him briefly on the train but never caught his name, and she didn’t stick around long enough to see him sorted.

“I didn’t think anyone else would be here,” he says, leaning against the bookshelf and yanking at the knot in his tie to fully unfurl it.

Hermione gives the boy a curious frown. “Are you hiding from someone?”

“My brothers.” He sighs and rolls his bright blue eyes. “I’m Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley.”

“I’m Hermione Granger. Why are you hiding from your brothers?”

Ron shoots her a rueful smile as he holds up the tie in answer before tossing it aside. “My whole family are in Gryffindor,” he replies as he slides down the length of the bookcase to sit on the ground. “Bloody hell, I’m never going to live this down.”

Hermione frowns. She’s never heard such language from someone her own age.

Before she can comment, Ron continues, “Reckon it’s my own fault. I went up there thinking ‘I just want to be different’. But I thought, y’know, maybe Hufflepuff. Not Slytherin. Never Slytherin.”

His frustration mirrors her own, and Hermione says, “I don’t belong in Slytherin, either.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m muggle-born.”

“That’s a load of rubbish. Anybody can be a good witch or wizard. None of us knows what we’re doing yet, do we?”

“No, I guess not.”

Hermione settles on the floor across from Ron, tucking her feet beneath her as she fiddles with the end of her tie.

“Why do you think you got sorted into Slytherin, then?” Ron asks.

She wonders that herself. She hadn’t really guessed at what house she would be sorted into prior to coming to Hogwarts, preferring to keep an open mind, but her chilly welcome into Slytherin is a clear sign she doesn’t belong.

“Well, I’d like to be Head Girl one day. So ambition fits, I suppose.”

“Head Girl? We’ve only just got here!”

“I know what I want.”

Hermione shrugs and gets to her feet. Ron seemed nice enough at first, but if he’s only going to tease her, she’d rather be alone.

“Hey, wait!”

She hears the shuffle of Ron’s feet as he scrambles to follow her, and she slows her steps to allow him to catch up.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s—I mean, I get it. It’d be wicked to be Quidditch Captain one day.”

He offers her a smile that she chooses to take as sincere. Maybe it would be nice to have a friend, after all.

“Perhaps the Hat sensed ambition in you, too, then.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” Ron holds his tie up in front of him as they walk, giving it a look of disdain. “But hey, at least we have each other,” he adds cheerfully.

His words put a smile on Hermione’s face for the first time since she was sorted. With Ron by her side, maybe being in Slytherin won’t be so bad.

[elliemarchetti]

Could you do a jealous fremione onehsot pls?

I hope you like it and if you want a sequel or any other story, please just drop an ask because I’m soooo happy I’m slowly able to go back to writing.

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As the most varied kind of rumours about the Yule Ball were spreading everywhere, the last week before Christmas break became increasingly turbulent: some professors gave up teaching them much when their minds were so evidently elsewhere, but others, like Binns, McGonagall and Moody weren’t as generous. Professor Snape seemed to have made his personal mission to contain the enthusiasm, and from what Fred understood of Ron’s complaints, he had even scheduled them a poison antidote assignment for the last day of class. If in other circumstances it wouldn’t have bothered the most charismatic of the Weasley twins, at that specific moment it was a huge problem se he intended to invite Hermione Granger, who now spent all her free time divided between the library and the Common Room, her head perpetually sunk between books and notes. He had subconsciously begun to think of her as something other than his brother’s friend about a year ago but only came to terms with it at the end of the previous school year. During the summer, he had found every way to catch her attention, but on balance, it was only stolen time, spent at a safe distance as she certainly didn’t seem bothered by his presence, but neither was actively looking for it. The Yule Ball was his opportunity for a more direct but still cautious step, if only Hermione, in her rare breaks, wasn’t always surrounded by friends: she never went anywhere alone, not even to the bathroom, so his only chance was to ask her to speak alone after the end of the Potions test. When she turned to look at him with her big, hazel eyes, Fred could’ve sworn his stomach jumped, like when you miss a step down the stairs, but he regained enough composure to ask if she had a few seconds to spare.

“It’s a private matter,” he added, glaring at his brother as he realized he was going to try to get involved, as usual. Ron had a good heart, it was undeniable, and unlike him and George, he didn’t do anything maliciously, but he could sometimes be a real meddler, and now he had no time to handle it tactfully.

“Sure,” she replied quietly, just a hint of bewilderment in her voice.

“See you at dinner,” Ron muttered, before sneaking off as if he had interrupted something. Whether he wanted to invite her or simply had no desire to be alone, as Harry had bolted out of the classroom so quickly he hadn’t even noticed him, Fred truly couldn’t care.

"Did something happen? If it has to do..." she began, but he interrupted her abruptly, asking the fateful question, words coming out of his mouth without the usual funny streak that distinguished him. He could feel his ears and cheeks warm, and he suspected his skin had become a chromatic whole with his red hair.

After a moment of embarrassed silence, she too started to blush.

“I’m so sorry,” she began, and somehow her tone was sincere. “But I’m already going with someone else.”

“Oh, okay,” he replied, hoping his disappointment wouldn’t be noticed too much, especially by Professor Snape, who was just walking out of the classroom; he was a mean man, and he certainly wouldn't miss such a glorious opportunity to make fun of a Gryffindor.

“I’m really sorry,” she repeated, when the Professor was no longer within earshot, but before it could become really awkward, Ginny, who looked far too happy for her standards, almost run to meet her friend, calling her from the end of the hall. Too heartbroken to notice, Fred didn’t even raised his head when the girl he’d just been turned down by looked over his sister’s shoulder, the sad expression of someone who wishes they could go back in time. Too curious to resist temptation, that same evening he joined the pleading chorus of Harry and Ron, who desperately wanted to know who their friend's mysterious escort was.

“It’s not my place to tell you,” Ginny replied peremptorily, ending the discussion for good before disappearing into the girls dormitory. The only ones who knew of his intention to invite Hermione were George and Angelina, so he let the latter take care of finding him a lady. Katie Bell seemed more than thrilled to accept his invitation and George tried to distract him with the booming Canary Cream sales. Their housemates constant hype and the spasmodic need to get out of his head the thought of Hermione’s secret date led him to focus more on another product, and even as the snow fell thick on the castle and park, making the Beauxbatons carriage look like a big cold pumpkin glazed with frost, he secluded himself in his bedroom with his twin, going out for longer than a meal only when the most awaited moment of the year came. Katie Bell wore a bright turquoise dress, while Angelina had chosen a decidedly more sober outfit. As always, he and George were in identical clothes, and the four of them went down to the Entrance Hall crammed with students just a little early. The students who had to meet with partners from different Houses made their way through the crowd, looking for each other, and since there was no sign of Hermione, Fred started to mentally go over the names of the Gryffindors not yet present, distracted only when the oak front door opened and everyone turned to look at the Drumstrang’s students entrance. Victor Krum was leading, accompanied by the girl Fred so desperately wanted to have beside him. Hermione had done something to her hair, now straight and flowing, tied in an elegant knot behind her head, and she was wearing a soft periwinkle blue dress that gave the impression she even had a different bearing, but probably it was just the absence of the twenty or so books she usually had hanging on her back. She was smiling, albeit rather nervously, and soon she began talking to Harry and Parvati. She had attracted everyone’s attention, more than Fleur Delacour, and it didn’t escape him how many guys let slip a few lewd glances as the pair of champions advanced towards a large round table where the judges had already taken their seats. By the end of the little parade, his blood was boiling, making him unable to enjoy the walls of the Great Hall covered in glistening silver frost and the hundreds of ivy and mistletoe wreaths crisscrossing across the black starry ceiling. When he took place for dinner at a table set with gold plates in which food would appear on command, the only thing running in his mind was the amount of possibilities the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve also existed in Bulgaria. For the whole dinner they chatted so closely that Fred was sure they were going to kiss right there, making him throw up the pork chops he was picking listlessly, completely oblivious to the fact that the worst was yet to come. When all the food was consumed, Dumbledore got up and asked the students to imitate him: with a stroke of his wand the tables shot away and arranged themselves along the walls, leaving a clear floor, where an elevated platform equipped with a complete battery, several guitars and bagpipes, a lute and a cello appeared. Not even the Weird Sisters’ entry managed to change his mood as he knew that soon they would start with one of their most slow song, the perfect excuse for Krum to hold Hermione tightly in his muscular arms. Just as he had feared, the two separated only after several rounds of dancing and Lee, who hadn’t lost sight of his friend for the whole time, surprised him by saying he could still invite her to dance, even if he wasn’t her escort.

“Look at Parvati,” he nearly yelled to be heard above the noise, gesturing across the room. Their housemate was spinning with a tall Beauxbatons guy wearing a perfect light blue suit, someone who definitely wasn’t Harry Potter. Even her sister wasn’t dancing with Ron and as sorry as he was that his brother had lost his partner, it seemed to give him some kind of courage, something he usually never lacked. When he finally found her at the drink stands, Hermione was looking for her escort, so shaken that she seemed to force herself to avoid his gaze.

“What happened?” he asked, jealously suddenly forgotten, replaced by the familiar need to protect her. It was something he had felt since the first time they met, and even if he had mistaken it for a different feeling maybe for too long, the truth had definitely revealed itself at the Quidditch World Cup, when he thought he was going mad not seeing her arrive at the meeting point. They were deep feelings, still too fresh to forget them because she accepted someone else’s invite to a stupid ball.

"Don't worry," she reassured him once she took a long sip of Butterbeer, "I’m being emotional over a silly fight with your brother. I just wanted everything to be perfect tonight, you know?"

All too well, he wanted to answer, but as it was evident that she wanted to let off steam, he let her talk freely. Almost without realizing it, they found themselves in the rose garden, where the dancing lights of the fairies flickered and sparkled, illuminating bushes artfully positioned to create winding ornamental paths, a temporary home for large stone statues and fountains. They ended up talking about other things too, like how Fleur Delacour had seemed unable to stop comparing Beauxbatons to Hogwarts for the whole dinner.

"I have to admit the champions table hadn’t the best company,” she let out with a sigh, but before she could continue, one of her diners turned the corner, with Severus Snape by his side. The Potions professor was blowing rose bushes away with the hostile frown he’d been wearing since the Yule Ball was announced, hissing reproaches and punishments at the dark shapes emerging from their hiding places.

“And what are you two doing?” he asked Fred and Hermione inquisitively. His companion looked rather annoyed to see them there, and rolled his goatee a couple of times around his index finger waiting for their response.

“We were looking for Viktor,” replied Hermione, who had gotten pretty good at lying to professors over her time spent with Harry. Fred felt his stomach tighten again. He had almost forgotten, so great was the joy of being there chatting with her, that inside the castle’s wall there still was a party, and partners to whom they owed dancing and entertainment. Again, that was just another stolen moment, a memory he would keep forever and which she would gloss over describing the evening to her friends.

“Then I advise you to go back inside,” replied Karkaroff. “There is no Durmstrang student in the garden.”

[loving-daisy]

Cry For Me | George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist | Cry For Me Masterlist 

Chapter 3 - Break Your Heart In The End

Words: 7.8k

Warnings: Small spaces, Bullying, name calling, underage drinking, truth of dare, jealousy, scheming

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Stay by your side and break you heart in the end.

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“Icestone, about last weekend…” George began as sat beside his potions partner from the Slytherin house, the ginger fidgeting his fingers as he attempted to recall last night’s rehearsal of the speech of apology he constructed with his brother. 

“I’m sorry about how me and Fred acted. We knew none of it was your fault, you weren’t even a part of the quidditch team! We just thought that since you’re the Slytherin queen you would…” The Gryffindor sighed, his eyes giving Icestone a sincere look of guilt. “I’m so sorry, Icestone. Let me make up to you.” 

The girl beside the ginger snapped her head up at him, turning her attention away from her half empty parchment as she raised a brow towards the Gryffindor. For a minute or so, the atmosphere between the two students from rivaling houses was quiet. Unlikely for a Gryffindor, George lost his confidence of gaining the forgiveness of the Slytherin, thinking that she had enough of him and Fred’s continuous distrust towards her. I mean, it’s not like they trust her. They really don’t. That’s why a plan was generated from the minds of the ginger pair. Take the queen down is what they said. And that’s what they’re planning to do. 

Meanwhile, the Slytherin had a few battles on her own. Mainly with her head. Do I accept his apology as simple as that or should I make him put an effort to earn my forgiveness? In all honesty, her head was telling her to do the latter but her heart was saying to do the first option. Should she listen to her heart or should she listen to her head? But then she thought that everyone deserves a second chance and from the look the Gryffindor has been giving her, she couldn’t resist but to simply say “Apology accepted.” 

As if the Weasley boy saw a ghost, he looked up from his fingers, eyes wide as his mind and face was enveloped with disbelief. “Wait, really?” 

Y/N plastered a small smile on her face before turning her attention back to her parchment. Shrugging as she directed a small nod. 

The disbelief from George’s expression did not falter. Placing a hand on top of the girl’s parchment to gain the attention back on him. “No kneeling, no crying, no cleaning your shoes?” 

Y/N scrunched her nose from the statement. “Excuse me, what?” 

George gave her a shrug. “Don’t you do that when someone does you wrong?” 

The Slytherin dropped the quill she was holding, crossing her arms and fully facing the ginger with an amused look on her face. “Is that how people these days pertain to me? Brainwashing the system now, huh?” Y/N scoffed. “Don’t let them get into your head, George. I’m nothing like that.” 

George Weasley, was once again, in disbelief of the Slytherin’s personality. Just a few weeks ago he and his twin were turned into cats for accidentally pranking the girl and then suddenly she’s been following them everywhere and has been endlessly flirting with him. And then she bullies some 1st years, gets lashed out but accepts their apology anyways. Now, they got even more furious at her for assuming that she was behind Slytherin’s foul play but she accepts George’s apology like he didn’t do her wrong at all. She could have turned me into a cat again George thought. 

George flopped his elbow on their shared desk, his chin letting it rest on a hand as he stared at the girl with a knowing smirk on his face. “You know what, Icestone? You’re not so evil like people describe you to be.”

Y/N dropped her arms, mirroring George’s actions as she rested her chin on her palm, rivaling the Gryffindor’s smirk with her own astonishing one. “Well that’s because I’m much worse.” 

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“Ms. Icestone.” A tall man with long platinum blonde hair muttered as his eyes as blue as the winter sky pierced at the next heir of the Icestone wealth. Y/N turned her attention away from her thoughts, feigning a small smile before doing a small curtsy as a sign of respect. 

“Mr. Malfoy. Lovely to see you here.” She greeted politely, hopeful for the man to not say another word and just leave and ignore her like what he does with the other students he encounters. However that would be less-likely, seeing as the man greeted the girl, a thing he does not usually do.

“Likewise.” Lucius answered, nodding as he examined the girl from head to toe. “Say, how have you been?” He inquired, which resulted in the girl to raise suspicion as to why senior Malfoy was suddenly curious about her well-being. 

Of course, with the Icestones being a wealthy pureblood family that has been present since the ancient times, respect is greatly handed down to them. Not to mention how the family runs a consistent bloodline of successful wizards and witches from the house of Slytherin, one would kill to be a part of it - whether letting their daughter marry an Icestone offspring or ordering their sons to sweep the feet of the current Icestone princess for their family to get involved.  

The Icestone family runs as early as Dionysus Icestone, one of Salazar Slytherin’s outstanding students. Married to Coraline Velvet, who bore Athena and Anthony Icestone, one of the most well-known healers in the wizarding world with their invention and contribution to the field. Generation to generation, wizards and witches coming from the name Icestone has been nothing but utterly successful. Not only in the field of healing, but in the ministry as well. Edward Icestone, one of the appointed ministers, the first ever Icestone to be so and definitely not the last, who governed for more than 8 years, maintaining peace and order in the magical world. A few more years later, John Icestone was conceived by the love of Alice and Cyrus Icestone, who then was married to Aurelia Phoenix, Y/N’s mother.

There must be something going on. She mentally scoffed at the thought. At least other families don’t make it so obvious, I’m just not stupid enough to not notice. 

“Aurelia, I am beyond delighted that you and your family could make it today.” A woman who looked like she was in her 30s, greeted. The woman was wearing an all-black outfit, covered in finest silver jewelries, as she gave Y/N’s mother a small hug. Breaking away, she turned to Y/N’s father, shaking his hand as she muttered his name with a smile. 

Retrieving her hand, the woman looked down at the young Icestone girl, giving her the biggest smile as she offered a small flower, in which Y/N gladly took. “And you dear, must be the lovely Y/N Icestone. Ecstatic to finally meet you.” She said. 

Y/N feigned a mirror of the woman’s smile. “It’s so nice to meet you. Thank you for inviting us to your lovely home. Congratulations on your birthday.” She remarked, obtaining words from gratitude from the woman before turning her attention back to her mother. 

“Aurelia, you raised your daughter so nicely. She’s beautiful.” The woman complimented. Suddenly, a young lad who resembled the appearance of the woman showed up, announcing his presence to who seemed to be his mother through a kiss on the cheek.  

“Great! You’re here!” The woman exclaimed. Directing her attention back to the young Icestone, she grabbed the boy’s hand on her right one and gently reached for Y/N’s using her left. “I would like you to meet the lovely Y/N Icestone.” she spoke, bringing their hands to rest at each other. 

The boy gladly held the young Icestone’s hand, raising it to his lips to give a small kiss. “It is an honor to be in your presence tonight, Ms. Icestone.” He declared, causing Y/N to mentally roll her eyes with the formality and with the act. Reluctantly retrieving her hand, she spoke with feigned kindness. “Please. Call me Y/N.” 

Uninterested with their building conversation, she eyed father, who was giving the boy a stern look. Meeting his eyes, she immediately caught onto what her father was thinking. 

Another one. Another one trying to slide their way up the family tree. The young Icestone thought. 

“Y/N.” The boy pronounced. “Lovely name for a lovely girl.” He continued. 

Great. Another one of those overused lines. Where is the originality? Y/N thought.

Throughout her encounter with the boy, the noise in her head was loud with her ranting and complaints. She was tired of being attempted to be used like this. She has had enough of these families' constant effort to pursue her for other intentions. 

“My name is Ethan. Say, would you be delighted to be offered some cake tonight? It is my mother’s birthday after all. We have chocolate cake. I heard you a-” 

“No thanks.” She answered, giving a charming smile like she always does that would hurt her suitor’s ego. 

It was basically normal for her to encounter elite pureblood families that try to get on her good side but it was not normal for the Malfoys to join her list. Throughout her life, not once did the Malfoys befriend the Icestones. Mainly because John and Lucius were best friends turned rivals, even if they were sorted into the same house during their Hogwarts years. 

Clasping her hands in front of her, she eyed the tall man, trying to read his body language to know his real intentions. Not that it worked though, Lucius Malfoy was just standing there like an old creepy statue. 

Clasping her hands in front of her, she eyed the tall man, trying to read his body language to know his real intentions. Not that it worked though, Lucius Malfoy was just standing there like an old creepy statue. 

“Splendid, sir. Are you here to see Draco?” She answered, deciding to ask another question in hopes to see some sort of emotion. “No. I’m here to see Severus.” He muttered. 

“Oh…” Y/N trailed off. A few moments into the awkwardness of the silence, the young Slytherin decided to bid her farewell. ”Take care then, sir.” 

Giving one last glance, the blue-eyed man nodded, tightening his grip “Likewise Ms. Icestone. I’ll see you soon.” 

“Soon?” 

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The same evening, the Slytherin found herself situated inside the Great hall with Daphne Greengrass surprisingly seated across the table, joining her for supper. Prior to digging on the plate her fairy prepared for her, she chirped a short teasing towards her friend as to how it's been so long since Daphne sat with her that she thought that her best friend forgot what a proper meal is for snogging the same boy every night at the same hour. “Got tired of tasting the boy’s lips after a few days?” She snickered, earning a piece of bread to be sent flying towards her face. 

Traveling her eyes passed her best friend’s figure, she slowly examined the Gryffindor table, seeking for a certain tall ginger amidst the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff table blocking her full view. Finally spotting two fiery redheads beside each other, she narrowed her eyes as she examined their faces, slightly being challenged to determine which is which because of the distance. Directing her eyes from the Weasley on the left to the Weasley on the right, she met eyes with the ginger who then gave her a wink with a knowing smirk on his face. 

Getting flustered at the interaction, on impulse, she gave the boy her signature ice-cold glare before reluctantly grabbing her goblet to quench the sudden drying of her throat as heat creeped into her frame. 

Daphne examined her friend, her eyes narrowing as she watched the interaction unfold. Sighing, she dropped her bitten muffin, drank on her goblet and set it down before resting her elbows at the Slytherin table, her hands clasping one another. “What now, Y/N?” She bursts out.

Y/N pried her eyes away from her plate, turning her attention towards her best friend, confusion enveloping her features by the sudden question. “What do you mean?” 

Daphne sighed, her chin leaning against her clasped hands as she was dying to know what her true best friend’s intentions towards the Gryffindor were. “You’re acting really weird these days.” She began. “It’s getting really suspicious. You told me that you’re just gonna play with the weasel’s heart but it seems like you’re the one being played!” She exclaimed, earning a small “huh?” and a confused look from Icestone. 

“I heard about your quarrel at the halls!” The black-haired girl retorted. 

“Oh.” Icestone answered casually with her realization. Shrugging, she continued to divulge in the feast prepared for her, muttering a short “Which one?” before taking a sip of her pumpkin soup. 

“Both of them! The one with the little Hufflepuffs and the one after that quidditch game. Especially the one after that quidditch game! That was crazy! How dare they accuse you of being the reason for their loss? Blimey! I would punch them if I could.” Daphne indirectly threatened, causing Y/N to giggle at her overprotective best friend. “Calm down, Daphne.” She encouraged. 

Daphne Greengrass was irritated at the thought of the Weasley twins crossing Y/N. She knew how that isn’t how Y/N is to be treated. Although her best friend built an ice-cold hard stone aura around her, she knew that all of those were just an act to protect herself. Past the icy stares, she knew Y/N Icestone’s heart was soft and fragile that should be handled with the utmost and proper care. 

“But they did you wrong!” She blurted out. “Remember when you told me about those little Slytherin blabber mouths that crossed you? You tortured them at the great hall the day after!” 

“Torture?! I did no such thing! I just warned them! Unless you think that asking for Weasley’s information was torture, then fine!” Daphne groaned at the response, earning a small chuckle from Y/N. She really wasn’t taking this conversation seriously. 

“You know, for someone who’s younger, you do nag me a lot.” Y/N piped, earning a small glare from Daphne. 

“I’m only a year younger than you, Icestone. Besides, we’re literally in the same school year! I don’t know why you suddenly care about age. You’re 15, I’m 14, we’re in 5th year, and most of the students in our class are 16 but so what?” She sassed, earning laughter from the Slytherin queen. This resulted in the students around them turning their attention towards the sound. It’s not everyday you hear Y/N Icestone laugh. This was a rare occasion! For once, she was actually in a good mood and she projected it, which was favorable to the Slytherins because they knew they wouldn’t get lashed out anytime sooner. 

Once Icestone’s laughter died down, Daphne did not hesitate to fire another question. “But why? Why do you still act so nice towards those Gryffindors when they have crossed you for like….too many times?” She asked, earning a knowing smirk from Y/N. 

“Daphne, you can’t have a plan if you don’t know how to execute it despite the challenges you may face.” 

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Two uneventful days later, as Y/N made her way towards her Charms class with Professor Flitwick, her arm was hastily grabbed as she was forced to mirror her kidnapper’s running pace. 

Finally being enabled to process what was happening after the heart-dropping shock, she found herself in an alcove, face to face with no other than George Weasley, who looked and smelled like someone who survived a small explosion. 

“What did you do?!” Y/N inquired, George immediately shushing her by covering her mouth. The boy had his eyes fixated on the entrance of their hiding place, a plan generating in his ginger head in case their cover was blown. Meanwhile, the Slytherin was glaring at the boy for bringing her into their mess. 

After the passing of a few minutes, George finally retrieved his hand, facing the girl as he offered a sweet smile. 

“How exactly did you know about this place? This is like...one the hidden spaces in the castle.” Y/N questioned, amused by the small secluded place. 

“Me and Fred know every hidden space in the castle, Icestone. We know every single corner, every single room, and every single shortcut!” George answered. Y/N nodded, however still not satisfied with the reply. “Yeah, but how?” 

“Well, that’s for me to know and for you to find out, Icestone.” 

“That’s why I’m asking you, Weasley. To find out!” 

“Touché.” 

Y/N suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be in her class a few many minutes ago. Growling before facing George with raised brows, she questioned. “So are you gonna explain why I got dragged to this?” 

George gave her a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck to think of a reason. “Because I want you here with me?” 

“George Weasley-” 

“Fine! Fine! You were blocking my way and I figured that if I was stalled by your presence, Filch would have caught me!” He deducted, causing the Slytherin to look at him in disbelief as she crossed her arms around her chest. 

“Then you should have avoided me then. I have a class in like...10 minutes!” She exclaimed. “I couldn’t avoid you. You’re Y/N Icestone! You would have turned me into ice!” George reasoned. 

Y/N rolled her eyes at the response. “Haha, very funny, Weasley. I don’t have superpowers that could turn you into ice.” 

“Correct, but you have a wand that could turn me into one, ice queen.” George sneered, shooting a teasing wink towards the girl. 

“Stop calling me that.” Y/N bellowed, unamused. “Why not?” 

“Just....stop.” 

“Fine. I’ll call you sweetheart then.” He mused, causing Y/N to drop her hands in defeat and sighing. Eyeing the entrance to the alcove, Y/N gave the boy another glance before declaring her leave. “I’m gonna leave now…”

“Aww! You don’t want to stay with me any longer?”

Y/N grumbled, her hand massaging her temple as she thought about the boy keeping her longer away from her class. “Why would I even? I’m already running late for class because of you!” She exclaimed.

“Alright, alright!” George confided, Y/N finally letting herself turn away and exit the small space. 

“See you this weekend?” The boy suggested, unsure if the girl heard him.    

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The next weekend, Y/N Icestone found herself being dragged by a certain female redhead towards the hospital wing. The Slytherin was confused. The hospital wing is not the place she wouldn’t want to be after the quidditch match. It was always full of injured players and their loud and obnoxious friends. Loud and obnoxious. Some of the things she really despised. 

The week’s quidditch match consisted of Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw to which Gryffindor succeeded in getting their victory. It was no match actually. Everyone knew that the team of lions would win anyway. They were the most promising team in the school afterall. 

Unfortunately, George was accidentally shoved off his broom by Fred as he dodged a bludger, which is why Y/N found him laid on one of the beds in the hospital wing, his eyes closed as a cast on his head and some bruises in his arms are visually seen. Right beside him was his twin and another familiar redhead who Icestone is yet to formally meet. 

The older Weasley twin caught the emotionless eyes of the Slytherin, his thoughts slightly clouded with disbelief and amusement as to how his sister managed to convince Y/N Icestone into dragging her here. “Surprised to see you here.” He stated nonchalantly, earning a small shrug of the girl.  

“Well, Ginny here told me that she was about to show me something really urgent. I didn’t expect it to be this.” The Slytherin explained. “What happened to him?” She asked, pointing her finger to the direction of the younger Weasley twin. 

“He went out of balance.” The older twin answered briefly, pushing to shrug off the question to satisfy his curiosity. “I didn’t know you and Ginny were close.” 

Y/N shrugged. “I guess you can say that me and Ginny are friends.” 

“This boy went out of balance?” She questioned, scoffing as she stared at the unconscious boy. “I thought he was the great George Weasley who is the master of Quidditch? Bragger.” 

“Actually…” The boy who Y/N knew was another Weasley boy that was friends with the famous Harry Potter spoke, turning his attention away from the snack that he was divulging and meeting eyes with the Slytherin. “Fred accidentally shoved him off his broom during the quidditch match earlier.” He informed. 

Y/N put her hands on her waist like a nagging mother who scolded her child for being mean to his siblings. “Oh…so it was Fred’s fault.” 

“Hey! I don’t even know why you’re asking me what happened with him when you should have known! You weren’t at the stands earlier!” Fred pointed out, crossing his sweaty arms around his chest. 

“Yeah and that’s because Slytherin had no match!” 

“But Gryffindor does! And me and George are there!” Fred exclaimed, causing Y/N to raise a brow and cross her hands on her chest. She really didn’t like it when someone raised a voice on her but it was technically her who started it and seeing George lying unconscious on the bed worried her, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Inside, she wasn’t really feeling herself. Outside, she tried to mask it. She wasn’t really keen on picking another fight with Fred today. Not to mention how the boy hasn't even apologized to her yet. 

“So?” Icestone questioned. 

Fred placed his hands on this chest, feigning hurt as his face portrayed a look of hurt and offense. “Ouch. Show some support, Icestone. I thought we were friends?” 

“Icestone? Y/N Icestone? Like THE Y/N Icestone from Slytherin?” The younger Weasley boy spoke again, the second sentence he has ever given since the Slytherin arrived at the hospital wing. This caused Y/N to turn her attention towards the younger redhead, the thoughts of cursing the older Weasley twin slipping out of her mind. 

“Uh...yeah.” Y/N answered awkwardly. She examined the boy from head to toe. “And you are?” 

“That’s Ronnikins. Our brother.” Fred cut in, earning a glare from the Slytherin for speaking when not consented and another glare from the young Weasley boy for bringing up the twin’s made-up nickname for him. 

The 3rd year Gryffindor turned his attention back to the girl, opening his mouth to speak. “I’m-”

Once again, the boy was interrupted but this time, by an entering pair of students who was known to be ⅔ of the Golden trio. “Ron! There you are! What happened with George?” The curly-haired girl asked, eyes full of concern. 

The redhead sighed. “Ron. My name is Ron.” He said, making the Gryffindor girl turn her attention towards the Slytherin. “Oh, hi. My name is Hermione. This is Harry.” She introduced, earning a small nod from the 5th year. “Y/N Ice-“  

“Icestone?” A hoarse voice called, making all 6 people who were surrounding the bed turn their attention towards the boy laying there. 

“Georgie!” Fred called. “You’re alive!” 

“Congrats.” The youngest Weasley muttered, gently holding her brother’s bandaged left hand.

“Wow...you wake up and the first person you call among us six is Y/N.” Ron stated, shaking his head as he made his way back to his chair, grabbing another snack from his pocket. This earned him a laugh from Harry and a smack on the head by Hermione.

“Quiet down, Ron! You’re not as special to George as you think you are.” Fred teased. “You’re not so special either, Fred. He called Y/N even before you!” Ginny clapped back, bringing realization upon the tall ginger. 

Once again, Fred placed his hands on his chest, feigning hurt. “Wait, that’s right! How dare you, George! I thought I was your best friend.” 

“Can you guys leave us for a moment?” The lying Weasley requested, earning a grunt from his twin who in the end, was pulled by Ginny to leave with the others. 

Y/N made her way towards George’s side, extending her arms as she gently caressed the boy’s bandaged head. “What did you need me for, George?” She whispered softly. 

“I just…” George began, looking directly into Y/N’s eyes. “...wanted to see your face as soon as I regained consciousness.” 

The brave Gryffindor’s cheesy remark caused Y/N to snort, partially not believing what just came out of George’s mouth. “You get shoved by Fred and fall off your broom, get brought up in the hospital wing but the first thing you wanted was to see me?” 

“...yeah. To heal myself.” He reasoned, causing confusion to flood Y/N’s mind. “What do you mean?” 

“Seeing your face makes me a lot better.” George recited. 

Y/N looked away, muttering a stern “Shut up.” 

“But it's true!” The ginger convinced. “Besides, I didn’t see you on the stands earlier. I was expecting you’d watch our game against the Ravenclaw.” 

The girl raised her brows in return, crossing her arms and interrogating the boy. “And why in Salazar Slytherin would you look for me?” 

George smirked. “For good luck.” 

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“Hey look! It’s the ice queen!” A group of Gryffindors teased as Icestone passed by them. She gave them a glance, shooting icy daggers but the group just mocked her even more. “Ooh I’m so scared.” One said teasingly. 

Suddenly, a group of Slytherins made their way towards the teasing Gryffindors, staring them down, their actions being fueled with hate and disgust as they dared hurt Y/N Icestone. “Leave Icestone alone you git!” One threatened. 

“Or what? Is she gonna turn me into ice?” 

“If you don’t stop, I’ll be the one who’ll do so. I-” 

“Icestone!” George beamed as he called, him and his twin suddenly bumping into the Slytherin as they turned to the next corner. Expecting a reply, George was disappointed to only get a small glance and a shove on the shoulder. 

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The boys’ dormitory was enveloped in light snores coming from young individuals who conquered another day and are trying to recharge their empty batteries. It was dark, but not pitch black as the bright moon that illuminated the dark sky, shined beyond their window. 

George laid on his bed as he stared into his room’s ceiling, failing to fall into a deep slumber no matter how he stretches his feet, no matter how he closes his eyes. He was completely wide awake on a Thursday night. The Weasley boy has had his own episodes of insomnia. This was not new to him and it frustrated him because no matter how tired he is, he couldn’t bring his mind to shut down. 

Looking at his side to see a sleeping Fred, he eliminated his warm blanket, got out of bed, and quietly picked up his wand. He tiptoed towards the door, his steps gentle to not wake anyone up and get caught. He made his way outside the Gryffindor common, illuminating his wand as he roamed around the halls of the wizarding school.

Somehow, George found himself climbing up the steps of the astronomy tower, suddenly wanting to find a secure place to capture the stars with his eyes. Upon entering, he saw a figure of a girl sitting on the ground, her arms snaked around her legs, her chin rested on her knees as she quietly stared at the sky. 

“Surprised to see you here.” George began, completely startling the girl.

Y/N did not fail to recognize the boy as his shadow was all too familiar for Y/N Icestone. Not to mention the deep voice the Slytherin has got to know for a while now. “Weasley.” 

George quietly entered the girl’s territory, sitting next to her own the cold wooden floor as the stars burned right above them. Silence was in their atmosphere. Silent, but no hints of awkwardness. Just peace and quiet. 

George eyed the girl, noticing how she showed no hints of slumber nor hints of falling into one, as she stared at the night sky. “Can’t sleep?” He questioned, whispering to retain the mood both were in. 

“Too many thoughts.” Y/N answered. The girl not taking her eyes away from the million sparkles the universe has to offer.  

“Care to share?” George suggested, finally earning the girl’s attention as she stared deeply into his eyes, contemplating whether to open her heart out and let the boy inside. She shrugged, shook her head from side to side before answering “I think I’m good.” 

But as the boy reciprocated the doe looking eyes of the Slytherin, he knew that the girl needed some sort of consolation despite her decline of the offer of a listening ear. Y/N Icestone’s eyes shined under the moonlight like a light illuminating the black lake. It shined like melting ice, with waters threatening to fall. 

Almost immediately, the Slytherin felt a pair of arms snaked around her figure, warmth enveloping her as the Gryffindor pulled her into a tight embrace. She blinked once. She blinked twice. She blinked multiple times to evaporate her ice-like eyes before seeking an answer to her head full of questions. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She croaked out. 

George moved a hand to the back of Y/N head, straightening, patting her hair as he pulled her head into his big chest. “Shush, Icestone. I know you want this too.” 

Y/N had her cheek planted on the Gryffindor’s chest, her ear directly above his heart as she heard the calm beating of the organ. She closed her eyes, focusing on the beat which washed all her worries away with the cold wind. 

“I didn’t ask for a hug.” She muttered. George had a grin plastered on his face, though Icestone couldn’t see as she still had her eyes closed. “Warmth, Icestone. It seems like you were asking for warmth since you were shivering like a wet kitty.” 

Y/N fluttered her eyes open, giving a glance towards George but not breaking away from their intimate position. She gave him a smile. “Thanks.” She whispered, her voice full of sincerity, earning a soft smile from the ginger. 

The Slytherin snaked her arms to the waist of the Gryffindor, reciprocating his warm hug, which made the boy feel cold sweat as he felt the familiar butterflies enter through his stomach. The girl once again shut her eyes out, unable to catch the reddening face of the redhead boy. 

“You know when I can’t sleep, I think of good memories. It makes my mind calm. Makes me feel a little bit better.” He began. 

“Well, I like to count stars whenever I can’t fall asleep.” Y/N answered. 

George looked at her in disbelief, huffing as he thought that it would be impossible to count something like that and for what? It’s not like you’re gonna get A+ on Snape’s class when you managed to count all the visible stars in the sky. “You know it's useless to count stars, right?” 

Offended by the statement, Y/N pulled away from their warm embrace, sitting straightly as she crossed her arms around her chest. “You know it's useless to count freckles too, right?” She began. 

Y/N raised a hand, moving it towards the ginger’s face as she gently poked a cheek. As light as a feather, she used her finger to trace the outline of the boy’s face. Cheekbone to cheekbone, to his forehead down to his nose then to his chin, and finally his jawline.

“But you have 41 on your face.” She stated, breaking the moment of silence as she retrieved her hand.

The Gryffindor felt sudden heat at his cheeks, getting flustered at Y/N’s statement. “Am I too good looking that you always stare at my face, sweetheart?” He covered up. 

Now it was the Slytherin’s turn to feel heat creep at her cheeks. “Shut up.” She growled, earning a light chuckle from the boy. 

“You’re so cute when you’re red. It matches my hair.” George further teased, poking the sides of the girl. 

“Weasley, it’s like you're inviting me to punch you in the face. Do you have a death wish?” The Slytherin threatened. 

“How brutal you are!” He exclaimed. “Speaking of invitation...are you perhaps busy this Friday?” 

“Are you asking me on a date, Weasley?” 

“...yeah” George confessed, the floor suddenly interesting to look at. 

Y/N raised her brows. “Well? Then spill the details!” 

“That incident during one of McGonagall’s class where you accidentally opened Malfoy’s invitation...the ones me and Fred sent to the rest of the class was an invitation for our party this Friday for the holidays! I was hoping you would want to come with?” 

“I don’t get a handwritten invitation?” 

“That’s why I’m inviting you right now.”

“Okay.” 

“Okay?!” 

“Yeah.” 

“Wow.” 

Y/N slanted her head with the comment. “What’s wrong?” 

“I did not expect you to actually agree on going on a date with me.” George beamed. 

“Why not? We’re friends. Friends go on dates too.” 

“But sweetheart, I’m not asking you on a friendly date” He teased, turning his head to mimic the girl which earned him a glare. “I have a name, and it’s certainly not sweetheart.”

“My apologies Icestone, it must have slipped my mind how your heart isn’t as sweet as I thought it would be. Ice queen.” 

“Right now, I’m not so sure whether I want to push you off that window or kiss you.”

George smirked, crossing his arms against his chest as he raised an eyebrow at the glaring Slytherin queen. “Can I pick?” 

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Friday night came, wizards and witches invited to the Weasley twin’s holiday party began making their way to the portrait of the fat lady. This included Y/N Icestone. Who carefully sneaked out the Slytherin dungeons, dodging anyone who would suspect to know her whereabouts. Reaching the next hall to reach the Gryffindor common rooms, she was met with a line of students, which she assumed was the line for the entrance. Making her way at the end of the line, she kept on looking towards the portrait, in hopes to see George and let her enter without having to wait any longer. Besides, the one handling the entry duty was seeking for the student’s invitations. Y/N Icestone didn’t have a handwritten one. She was just invited by George. 

“I can’t believe the Ice queen was invited.” Spoke the student behind her. 

Y/N turned her attention away from the portrait, turning around to eye the student who dared to talk to her like that. With her famous icy expression, she glared at the boy, shooting daggers. If it was any other boy, he would have whimpered like a puppy but this boy didn’t because it was no other than Draco Malfoy. 

“And you’re here because?” Spoke Hermione, who came to fetch Y/N with Ginny, as per George’s requests. 

“Here to stop Icestone from entering your stupid friend’s party.” Draco began, his expression sour as he started to fume. “She doesn’t belong here. And she definitely should not be hanging around with blood traitors and filthy little mud-” 

“Shut it, Malfoy. Or I'll turn you into a white ferret once again.” Icestone threatened, her wand at the tip of Draco’s throat as Y/N trapped him against the wall. She placed her left hand beside the blonde’s head, leaning her face closer to the boy. “You are to leave this place unless you want me to curse you. You do not ever tell me what to do and what not to do, Malfoy.” The Slytherin girl glowered. Draco smirked, raising both his hands up in surrender, before escaping Y/N’s grip and walking away. 

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The crowd trumpeted as the spinning bottle landed on Fred Weasley. Hours after their holiday party began, the sneaked firewhiskeys were finally served, but with a twist. In a game of truth or dare through spin the bottle, one is to choose between the two after taking one full glass of the said spirit. 

“Fred, truth or dare?” George asked with a full blown grin plastered in his face, placing the full glass in front of his twin. Fred smirked, grabbing the glass and gulping it in one shot, earning more and more cheers from the crowd. Once empty, he put it back down, stood up and boasted. “You think I’m a coward, George? Where’s the thrill in picking truth? I’m all in. I pick dare!” 

“Of course, he’s gonna act like he’s the star of the night. Typical coming from one of the twins.” Ginny muttered beside Y/N, causing her to spat a small giggle. 

George spinned the bottle once again, this time to decide who would be giving the dare to Fred. As the bottle came into a halt, it was pointed to no other than Lee Jordan, who gave the twins a knowing glance. 

“Fred, have you ever kissed a girl before?” He questioned, earning a cackle from Ron. “I picked dare, not truth!” Fred huffed, pouring himself another glass to consume, obviously tipsy now. 

“Well, then I dare you to kiss…” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at the statement, thinking that it was another attempt of the twins and Lee at helping Fred make a move on Angelina. 

“Y/N Icestone.” Lee called. 

This caused the crowd to go wild. Some gasping for not satisfying their expectation of calling Angelina’s name, some murmuring at the thought of a Gryffindor calling out Y/N’s name, and some disappointed for their name not being called. Y/N gave the boy a stone cold glare. Beside her, Ginny gave the same look Fred and George, who she was really suspicious of. 

“Excuse me, what?” The Slytherin asked, confused. Lee turned his eyes back to his tall friend. “Fred, I dare you to kiss Y/N Icestone.” He repeated. 

Y/N eyed the younger Weasley twin, the grin on his face no longer there as he blankly stared at his brother. Fred, clearly caught up in the moment with all the drinks he took, didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he made his way towards Icestone, kneeling down and grabbing her hand. 

The Slytherin stared at him with wide eyes, not believing that Fred agreed to perform the dare Lee gave him. Trying to get out of the situation, she gave the boy a glare, to which he was unfazed with. 

“Well?” Fred mocked. “What do you mean, ‘well?’” Y/N inquired, causing the ginger to chuckle.

“Well, pucker up, Icestone! I’m going to kiss you now.” 

In another attempt to avoid the unwanted rumors of her snogging a Gryffindor, more or less rumors of her snogging the twin of her controversial ginger friend, Y/N tried to flee but the grip of Fred on her hands was too strong. She then eyes Ginny, who was only giving her an apologetic look until the Slytherin decided that she would have to wake up to new rumors of herself being spread around the castle. 

Closing her eyes, she froze on her spot, waiting for Fred to lean in until she heard a “Ow! Hey, George! What was that for?!” Fred exclaimed at his twin, who gave him a glare, before grabbing the Slytherin’s arm and pulling her outside the Gryffindor common room. 

In the mask of Y/N Icestone, her form was confused as to why George Weasley would pull her away from his twin. Y/N knew that George was also on Fred's side for his crazy shenanigans. Fred was a troublemaker and so was George. Y/N did not understand what crossed George’s mind to not agree this time. But behind the mask of Y/N Icestone, she knew. She knew that the plans she told Daphne one night were coming true. However, she didn’t want to continue on what she was planning to do if ever her thoughts of what is to come next actually happens. 

With the couple swiftly arriving at one secured and quiet hall, she retrieved her hand to cross her arms, deciding to interrogate the ginger in hopes to unfold what the future holds for the both of them. “What has gotten into you, Weasley?”

Almost immediately, the boy in question answered “George.” 

“What?” Y/N mused. 

George sighed, running one of hands in his lustrous hair. “My name is George. Call me George.” 

Slightly confused at the answer, the Slytherin nodded slowly before continuing. “Okay, George. Tell me what’s wrong.” 

“Nothing is wrong!” The Gryffindor claimed. 

“If nothing was wrong, you wouldn’t have shoved your twin away from me.” 

“Merlin!” The ginger exclaimed, “Are you that oblivious, Icestone?” he challenged, earning a knowing smirk from the girl. “Of course, not. But I want to hear it from you, George. Tell me.” She demanded. 

Silence enveloped their shared atmosphere with George having a conversation on his head and Y/N watching him quietly. Getting impatient, the Slytherin scoffed, opening her mouth to say another word before she was cut off by George's confession. 

“Alright, fine. I’m jealous, okay?” He revealed, his heart beating 10x faster than it usually was because of the drinks he had or because of the situation he was in. It definitely was the lather. 

“And why would you be?” Y/N quizzed. 

George sighed, dropping his shoulders as he motioned for the Slytherin to come closer to him. Y/N obliged, thinking that the boy was probably being shy to say it out loud so he opted to just whisper it instead.

In a swift motion, the Gryffindor placed his hands on the back of the Slytherin, pulling her close for a quick touch of the lips. 

When he pulled away, he suddenly felt his stomach drop, butterflies filling in as he stared at the wide-eyed girl who looked at him in shock. George feigned a smirk, hoping to hide his nervousness. “Does that answer your question?” 

Y/N’s face went from shock to disbelief to confusion to questioning, in a span of seconds. She raised a brow, examining the boy before her before narrowing her eyes in interrogation And crossing her arms against her chest. “I told you, George. I want to hear it from you.” She demanded. 

“I fancy you, Icestone.” George croaked out. “Y/N Icestone, you have managed to steal my heart.” George declared, his eyes showing a glint of hope and his voice sweet and sincere like a lullaby. 

With George’s sudden confession, the Slytherin dived deep into her thoughts, carefully examining the ginger that’s in front of her and contemplating on what her next action would be. 

Under the moonlight, Y/N Icestone looked like a red rose full in bloom. Beautiful but hard to grasp. George did not understand Y/N Icestone. One minute she’s cheerful and the other she’s as cold as ice. He did not understand what Y/N was feeling. 

With no answer coming from the Slytherin, he felt as if her thorns were snaking around his neck like a serpent, prickling him as he waited with anticipation. “Well?” 

“Well, what?” She asked. 

“What will you do about it, Icestone?” 

“Y/N.” She answered. 

“What?” 

The girl’s face was plastered with a charming smile before taking two steps back and finally turning her heels away from the confused ginger. Walking away to retrieve back to her house dungeon, she gave the boy one last glance before saying “My name is Y/N. Call me Y/N.”

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“Be honest with me, Icestone. What is your deal? And don’t you dare give me one of those reasons on how I’m making this such a big deal. This is a big deal!” Daphne criticized as she paced in front of a sitting Y/N who was cuddling her pet cat. 

“Nothing, Daph! I have a plan, remember?” Icestone advertised, earning a grunt from the dark-haired girl. 

“Oh quit it with your stupid plan! You said you’re going to make him fall for you and rub it in his face that he’ll never have you. But now you tell me that he was able to kiss you?!” 

“It’s not a big-“ 

“Oh yes, it’s a big deal! He’s your first kiss! And you kissed back. Now tell me, Icestone. What. Is. Your. Deal?” Daphne repeated, a speculation already crossing her mind but she ought to confirm it with the proper words from Y/N Icestone. 

Y/N contemplated for a second before calling her friend. “Daphne….” 

“Go on.” Daphne pinned. 

“I think I’m having feelings. How do I make it stop?” 

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Fred claimed his place beside his twin after bidding Angelina a sweet good night kiss. The Gryffindor common room was finally calmed as guests made their way back to their dormitories. It was 5:00 in the morning of Saturday with George sitting by the fireplace around the Golden trio, as well as the youngest Weasley.  

“Nice acting skills, George. I didn’t expect you to push your face against Icestone.” Fred commented, breaking the silence. The statement caught the attention of Ginny, who sat straightly, praying that she misheard her brother. 

“What?! You did what, George?” She questioned, causing Fred to exclaim “He kissed her!” 

“You kissed Icestone?!” Ginny repeated. 

“Bloody hell!” Ron cursed. “Have you really developed feelings for her, George? A Gryffindor and a Slytherin, huh? You’d be the talk of the whole school! Not to mention how Icestone is literally labeled as the Slytherin queen and George is just...George.” He stated.

“Hey! What do you mean I’m just George?! Just George?! I am George! One of the greatest pranksters in Hogwarts history!” George claimed, unamused by his brother’s statement. 

“And what is so great about that?” The Weasley girl challenged.  “Ginny! Why can’t you ever let your own big brothers have some fun?” Replied Fred. “Besides, what are you even blabbering about, Ronnikins? It was all part of the plan!”

“The bottle was secretly enchanted by Fred to make it land on Icestone on purpose!” George confessed. 

“And George was to pull Icestone away before we got to do so!” Fred continued.

“To act jealous, that’s right.” George gloated as he nodded. “And to finally confess my non-existent romantic feelings!” 

“Georgie here has been doing really great with the execution. She must be mad for him right now!” Fred broadcasted, giving a proud pat on his twin’s shoulders. 

“I don’t know Fred. I don’t think it's such a good idea to mess with Y/N Icestone to this extent. You’re going to break her heart after this stunt!” Ginny protested, not really amused with her older brothers’ plan against the Slytherin. 

George smirked. “She has a heart?” 

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Author’s note: Hello~ it been awhile since the last chapter~ My apologies for taking too long to update. I was caught up with university work that I had to use my free time to accomplish requirements as well. To make up for it, here’s a longer chapter compared to the first two. Hope you enjoy <3 Thank you so much for reading! 

EDIT: I’m so sorry :’< This was meant to be posted earlier as this was supposed to be a scheduled post but I think something was wrong so it didn’t push thru aaa my apologies! 

[indigobackfire]

HPHM OC Profile ✧

Phoenix Nobleworth

" You're like a poisonous flower, Phoenix. Beautiful and inviting with all your colors and aromas and deadly force. "

Full Name: Phoenix Lazar Nobleworth Silverwood

Nicknames: Pheny. Birdy (by some of his Hufflepuff friends). Nobleworth. Silverwood (by Snape out of spite).

Gender: Male.

Birthday: 12th of May, 1973.

Born: Deva, Transylvania, Romania.

Mother: Biological: Antonia Lazar, full Veela. Adoptive: Clarin (née Tramer) Silverwood.

Father: Biological: Emilian Nobleworth, Scottish, Half-Veela, Gryffindor. Adoptive: Palmer Silverwood.

Siblings: Jacob Silverwood (b. 1968), Indigo Silverwood (b. 1973).

Ethnicity: Romanian, Scottish.

Species: Veela.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

MBTI Type: IN(TorF)P-T (I can't decide, so he's both).

Blood Status: Half-blood (I think.)

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff.

Appearance

Eyes: His eyes are a shade between green and blue with very light tones of lilac depending on the light. But due to his Veela powers he can change them into an shape or color he likes.

Hair: A light shade of golden blonde, wavy, usually grown below his chin. (At some point, he dyed a strand turquoise to impress his crush, I know, wild.)

Height: He's reasonably tall usually towering by little other boys, with long legs.

• He's got those handsome looks expected from a full Veela, structural face but round features give him a soft look. He's very strong despite his slim figure. His skin is pretty fair but he has a myriad of scars from past transformations.

• He's told he's a perfect mixture of his parents which gives him a friendly and suave look that easily turns authoritative and seductive when he uses his Veela powers of seduction.

Veela Form: Different from what's described in canon, I like to imagine Veelas having feathers that differ from people to people. Phoenix's feathers are fair golden with the inner side of his wing in shades of red, the feathers go up to the knees and elbows while hands and feet become bird-like with long black talons. His features and ears become sharper, and his teeth, fangs. His eyes turn silver-white when he turns by his will and bright yellow when forced to turn.

Transformation is hardly ever painless and he often hurts himself and takes longer to heal because of the Veela blood. Both spells and potions don't work as effectively, which is why he fights to control his temper, beyond the fact he can end up hurting somebody else.

Transformation occurs when he's either angry, instigated or when someone pulls out a string of his hair. Unless for the latter, he has partial control over his transformation/consciousness (nevertheless requiring practice and focus).

Magical Aspects

Wand: Pearwood with Veela hair core and an amber stone for stability, 14'' and flexibility. "Pearwood produces wands of splendid magical powers, which give of their best in the hands of the warm-hearted, the generous, and the wise, also among the most resilient." Veela's hair core is known to be temperamental — which is why Olivander had trouble making Phoenix's wand, having to insert molten amber to the torn wand for stability. The hair came from one shed by his mother which they used to keep stored for such use.

Patronus: Thunderbird. The Thunderbird is a large, magical avian beast native to North America. A close relative of the Phoenix. They can create storms as it flies and is highly sensitive to danger. They possess three pairs of powerful wings and have feathers that shimmer with cloud-like patterns.

Patronus memory: The day his wizard powers started presenting themselves — he stopped a sculpture from falling on his dad's head within a beat of his heart — and they had a real feast that night.

Veela Abilities: Beyond the popular ability to seduce - which really began when he turned 14 -, Veelas can also dwell and create fire from their hands in human form but requires training to control.

Boggart:

Penny (in specific because he hates to see her cry) holding his dead sister, hurt and bleeding, and hearing Penny say how could he have done that, because he's terribly afraid of losing his control and hurting Indigo.

Riddikulus: Penny tuns into Tonks and Indigo wakes up saying it was ketchup and makeup all along.

Amortentia: Regular burning candles, purple passionfruit, the smell of the house/apartment he lives in with his family, Peppermint tea, and the smell of fresh clay.

Once he gets over the fear of losing control somewhere around the end of his 4th year, his boggart in year 5 turns into Inferius versions of his parents after he learns about them in DADA, but even worse than described in the textbooks, with bugs crawling out of their mouths, a half-rotten dragon head on their lap and clothes stained with nearly black blood.

He has a hard time using Riddikulus on that one.

Miscellaneous

Pets: A Flama Squirrel (I made up from a real one), a magical squirrel that sets itself on fire when threatened, mostly predated by smaller breeds of dragons and Chimeras. The Flama's liver is commonly used in Erumpent potion with the intention of increasing its property but its lack doesn't spoil the potion, and their glands used to be common in perfumes for aphrodisiac fragrances until they started going extinct from excessive hunting.

Things he always carries with him: His wand, a chocolate bar, his favorite quill, a flask of water, and his class schedule cause he forgets them very often.

Lucky Amulets: A feather from his mom and another from his dad that he can wear on his hair and does on special occasions.

Best Friends

His sister, but as I did for her, I want to write their relationship in another post.

Aspen: Not only his cousin but also one of his best friends. Their personalities clash, her being outspoken and feral, and him being softer and more collected, yet they can't live without each other. He considers himself her protector, but from how savvy she is, it's her who ends up protecting him most times.

Boy!Rowan: His first Hufflepuff friend having met at the Hogwarts Express on their first ride. Rowan is his best friend and partner in crime. They usually spend time reading, walking open fields, and helping his sister with her plans of finding the cursed vault. Rowan supports him with tests and homework when his personal life gets overwhelming.

Chiara: They easily bond after he finds out her secret about being a werewolf, and they share support and help in times of instability. They like going out on picnics and to watch the creatures in the reserve. They actually enjoy dueling each other for fun, it's cute.

Penny: His first crush while still a boy in Hogwarts, he enjoys her company from her confidence and overall bright personality. Despite growing out of his affection for her, they're still good friends and enjoy each other's company. He offers a comforting shoulder when her relationship with her sister gets tricky.

Diego: He and Diego take a long time until they officially hit it off. Diego's personality being too grandiose and extroverted for Phoenix's taste. But as soon as he discovers that Aspen has a mad crush on him, goes out of his way to find out more about him, not trusting him to be a proper suitor for her. Despite his opinions, with time, their relationship evolves into a sincere friendship from Diego's good humor and adventurous heart.

Badeea: The one person he never thought he'd be friends with considering her intellectual (Ravenclaw-like) demeanor and collected attitude. But one day, when she gathers the courage to call him to pose for one of her paintings, he finds out she shared the exact same thoughts about him. Their friendship is quiet-like and profound, they share their thoughts about recent reads and go stargazing.

Orion: He first interacts with Orion when his sister joins the Gryffindor quidditch team and never he would've guessed how much Orion would mean to him. But with time he learns that Orion's presence is a suave and soothing one, and when he confronts Orion about how he can be that way, he decides to guide him into spiritual and mental balance. They meditate, chill and bond over shared experiences -- both being orphans, cool-headed, and deeply compassionate people.

Dormmates: It's him, Rowan, Diego, and two muggle-born boys, Lance and Edward, through which they learn a lot from the muggle world.

Academics

Favorite Classes:

History of Magic (when his friends are teaching)

Herbology

Ancient Runes*

Divination

Least Favorite:

Potions

Arithmancy

Favorite Professor: Minerva McGonagall. She's just so thoughtful and poise, the coolest animagus and the most powerful witch he knows.

Least Favorite: Snape for obvious reasons. He doesn't hate Snape but he also rather not be in his presence in potions class.

Quidditch: He cheers for Gryffindor when his sister is playing against the other houses, but his allegiance is to Hufflepuff. Imagine his excitement when Cedric Diggory joined the team and came down slaying with his abilities.

Yum,yum my Hufflepuffy boy, I love him. Can't wait to get into more detail about his past and romantic relationships.

[queen-scribbles]

Shepherds of Haven Recruit Form-- Rhyler

BIOGRAPHICAL INFO

Name, Nicknames: Rhyler Garrick, Rhy, Blue

Callsign: Cinder

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Pronouns:he/him

Age: 25

A tattooed male Mage with shoulder-length tousled pale blue hair and bold dark eyes. You're wearing the crisp, black-and-silver-threaded uniform of the Shepherds, the rampant hound shining proudly on your chest. . You sport a small tattoo on the inside of your wrist as a result of your Ket heritage. Your cloak sports a black spear clasp.

BACKGROUND INFO

Weapon: sword

Magic Specialization: Elementist (Aetherai)

Racial Heritage, Birthplace: Ket, Drummond’s Point

Education: Circle trained

MISCELLANEOUS INFO

Past Jobs: various guard work, bard, cook

Likes: Talking, making friends, animals, reading, cooking, stories(telling and hearing), sunny days, charch(sometimes)  

Dislikes: Sellouts, cowards, rainy days, being alone, the cold

Strengths:  Good at reading people, excellent negotiator, inspiring, hard worker, loyal, courageous

Weaknesses: Shit short term memory(long term is excellent, short term... eh), brash(especially in defense of his friends), garrulous, overly competitive

Hobbies/Special Skills: Cooking, reading, storytelling, singing

Guardian Animal/Daemon/Patronus: Eagle/Sea lion/Lion

Major Arcana: The Magician

DnD Morality Alignment: Lawful Good

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Meyers-Briggs Personality Type: ENFJ (Protagonist)

PERSONALITY

(Bold which way your recruit leans.)

Heart of Gold/Will of Iron

Rebellious/Loyal

Independent/Social

Tactful/Straightforward

Bold/Cautious

Charming/Stoic/Intimidating

Witty/Sincere

Resentful/Forgiving

Self-Preserving/Self-Sacrificing

Book-Smart/Street-Smart

One-God/Atheist/Old Faith

RELATIONSHIPS

Best Friend(s): Shery, Trouble, Red

Preferred Mission Partner(s): Trouble, Red, Ayla, Briony

Friendly Rival(s): Chase and Red(Red doesn’t see it at “rivalry” but Rhyler does, lol)

Love Interest(s): Lavinet

Ship Name(s): n/a

First Kiss Scenario:  Your first kiss with Lavinet is  interrupted by Caine just when it was getting good. // Your first kiss with Lavinet happens during sparring... and one of you is pinned.(Look, I love them both, and they could work together, so they’re both staying xD PS Lavi absolutely 100% pinned Rhy in this scenario)

Enemies: the Endarkened (fuck them) and Ebert

Reference Quote from Last Employer or Other Recruits:”Charismatic, comfortable with authority, great negotiator, just don’t be afraid to tell him to shut up or he’ll talk your ear off.”

Art’s just a picrew for now (so few good ones for guys, rip)

[carewyncromwell]

“A waltz when she walks in the room, She pulls back the hair from her face. She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight... Even her shadow has grace. A waltz for the girl out of reach, She lifts her hands up to the sky. She moves with the music; The song is her lover; The melody's making her cry... So she dances, in and out of the crowd, like a glance... This romance is from afar, calling me silently...”

~“So She Dances,” by Josh Groban

x~x~x~x

And to cap off my set of Valentine’s Day posts where I feature my MC’s and someone they care about...last but not least is my HPHL kelpie kid Ru! In the above picture, they’re pictured with Galen Stagg, who belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier, but this picture, this post, and this basic AF pencil test animation are actually about Ru’s relationship with their “keeper” and ttly-not-girlfriend Estrid Soelberg @that-ravenpuff-witch! (I wanted to overlay the two images, but the online sources I tried using to do so weren’t cooperating, so...eh. Here they are separately. XD)

When the kelpie who’d taken on the identity of the Ravenclaw student Rudolph Ollivander first encountered Estrid Soelberg, they did not like her. How could they, when it was because of her that they now wore a silver chain around their neck that she could use like a “leash” and keep them from transforming back into their true form and eating anything or anyone she disapproved of? Naturally Estrid didn’t care for Ru much either -- and really, considering that they nearly ate a first year, that also was pretty understandable. Over time, though, Estrid’s stance softened somewhat, upon realizing that there was an oddly sympathetic side to the carnivorous kelpie.

For one, Ru absolutely loved being at Hogwarts. It wasn’t obvious at first, given how laid-back and aloof they were, but their electric blue eyes were always bright and aware, never missing out on a single detail. Ru would spend hours and hours every day in the Hogwarts library, devouring every book they could. They would explore every corner of the castle grounds and memorize every shred of knowledge that came under their nose. They collected knick knacks and jewelry from Hogsmeade, even going so far as to pierce their ears in their third year, to the horror of all of the adults, both inside and outside of school. And this didn’t even touch on Ru’s great passion for history, magical creatures, Herbology, art, and especially photography. Their still Muggle photographs were always crystal clear and striking, from a view of the Black Lake taken from the Owlery to close-ups on the details of the winged boar statues near the front gates. Ru’s Muggle-style photography came alive in a way that magical photography -- which was still in its infancy and quite low in quality -- couldn’t capture. On the Christmas break of their third year, Ru also discovered and became very enamored with Muggle animation, which made crude drawings come to life -- Estrid, despite her best efforts, couldn’t bite back her laughter upon finding out that Ru had requested the permission of one of the snobbier girls in their year to use her as a model for an animation, only for the finished product to end up being of the girl picking her nose with her pinky finger.

As Estrid got to know Ru better, she decided to try showing them more compassion. For as inhuman as Ru was, and how eccentric, cold, and rude as they could be, their enrollment at Hogwarts truly didn’t seem to be motivated by anything malevolent -- it had truly just been the only way they saw for them to attend this school they’d been watching from afar and longed to see up close. And Estrid treating Ru with more respect and kindness, little by little, wore down Ru’s walls enough that they didn’t dislike her quite so much either. She not only was insightful enough to suss out that they didn’t like eating around other people and showed them the Hogwarts kitchens so that they’d have a place where they could eat in peace, but she didn’t see the need to fill the silence with worthless conversation the way so many of their classmates did. She could sometimes just let a moment be, let the emotions and time just rest for a while. With that, though, Estrid was actually a rather interesting person too, in her own way. She had her fair share of admirers for her appearance (which Ru acknowledged was decent enough, by human sensibilities), but she seemed actively disinterested and uncomfortable about it, instead being the type who was unafraid of being on her own. And yet despite this, Estrid truly wasn’t a loner like Ru was -- she had a gentle hand with creatures of all kinds, an artistic eye, and a soft smile that she rarely showed to much of anyone, but was always sincere. Most striking of all to Ru, though, was the way she moved when she danced. The way her limbs bent and stretched with such grace fascinated Ru. They wished they could slow down time sometimes, just to analyze every tiny little flick of her fingers or flourish of her ankle. Knowing that they couldn’t take enough pictures to capture the grace of her movements, and not yet having a camera that could take moving pictures, Ru settled on trying to animate Estrid. Most of the animations were very crude in the beginning, consisting of nothing but stick figures, but little by little, Ru studied the proportions of the human body (very different than that of a kelpie!) and tried to refine their technique. And before long, all of their animations ended up being modeled on Estrid some way or another -- the vast majority of them being her dancing ballet.

Another person who’d be in the room sometimes when Estrid was dancing was their yearmate Galen Stagg, who often practiced the piano while Estrid was dancing. Ru found the Gryffindor inoffensive for the most part -- like Ru and Estrid, he had a talent for Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures (Ru could sense that Galen in particular had a magical gift for communicating with creatures, even more than Ru themselves did, considering they were actually a kelpie), so sometimes the three of them would end up in the library studying at the same table before a test. Galen was a bit of pansy to Ru’s taste, given his dislike for conflict or confrontation, but he like Estrid was soft-spoken enough that he never gave Ru any real headaches.

One day while Estrid was dancing and Ru sat off on the sidelines (sitting with their legs crumpled up in such a manner that one could wonder if they’d ever learned how to cross their legs properly), Galen took a break from playing to come over and sit down next to the messily-dressed Ravenclaw on the floor. Although he himself really enjoyed drawing too, he’d always felt like Ru tolerated him more than liked him and so had been hesitant to ask Ru if he could see any of their artwork. This day, though, he finally mustered up the courage to ask.

“...May...may I see what you’re working on?”

Ru lowered the page they’d lifted to fine-tune and shot a look out the side of their eye at him.

“...It’s not finished,” they said bluntly.

“That’s all right!” said Galen self-consciously. “That is...I don’t mind, if it’s still sketchy.”

Ru considered him for a moment silently. Just when Galen opened his mouth, ready to say that Ru didn’t have to if they didn’t want to, the kelpie held their sketchbook out in one hand for Galen to take.

With a surprised, but relieved blink, Galen took it and looked at the top page. It was still only a cluster of loosely connected circles and ovals, but Galen could just barely make out what it was.

“It’s Estrid,” he realized, his jade-colored eyes lighting up. “Isn’t it?”

Ru nodded curtly, their gaze drifting off to watch Estrid at the barre.

“That’s just the last frame,” they said in a very low, nonchalant voice.

“Frame?”

“Of animation. Pick up the next eight pages and flip them one by one.”

Galen did so -- and to his delight, he watched as the little cluster of ovals and circles unfolded its arms and spread them in a graceful arc that flourished at the wrists.

“Wow, Ru,” said Galen, impressed, “it looks just like Estrid! I mean, the movement looks just like hers. You really captured the grace of her arms.”

Ru’s electric blue eyes swiveled absently in Galen’s direction, but they didn’t turn around or meet his eyes. Instead their gaze returned to Estrid as they brought up a hand and smoothed some of their long black hair behind their ear.

“...You reckon?” they asked, their quiet voice oddly contemplative.

Galen looked at Ru, surprised. Were they...blushing?

Feeling a wave of compassion for the Ravenclaw all of a sudden, Galen offered them a smile.

“...Yeah. It’s really nice, Ru. I’m sure it’ll be smashing when it’s done.”

Ru’s eyes stayed on Estrid, narrowing slightly.

“The way she moves...” they said lowly, “I’ve never seen anyone else move like that. Even other dancers. It...seems like something that shouldn’t just disappear into the void, when the moment is over...like everything does, sooner or later. I’ve tried to photograph her before, but it doesn’t capture the movement. Even when I take a lot of still pictures one right after another, or when I actively try to get shots that blur, it doesn’t work. And magical photographs...hmph! They’re an absolute joke. They deteriorate so easily, and their quality is atrocious.”

Galen smiled sympathetically. “Well, wizards really have only had them for a short while...I reckon they might need a little time to catch up, right?”

Ru scoffed loudly through their nose and mouth, sounding rather like an offended horse. “It’s pathetic.”

They rested their hands behind them on the floor, leaning back slightly.

“So...the only way I could try to capture the way she moves -- to make it last, past that moment, was to draw it. It’s not exactly easy to get her hands right, though,” they added sourly under their breath.

“Hands are every artist’s Achilles’s heel, I think,” said Galen with a quiet laugh.

His green eyes softened. “...You really care about Estrid a lot, don’t you?”

Ru’s face flushed a bit more darkly as they whirled on him with a glare.

“Don’t read too much into it, Stagg. I find her movements interesting. That’s all.”

Despite Ru’s denials, however, Galen thought to himself that Estrid was pretty lucky, to have someone in her life who’d put in so much effort to try to memorialize her in a lasting way. He wondered if Ru even realized just how sweet and selfless of an instinct that really was.

[slutforgoodliterature]

Draco Malfoy x Original Female Character - Devil In Me (part I)

DID SOMEBODY SAY DRACO MALFOY?!?! *cheering erupts as I arise from the grave* 

Trying something a little different with this one! should be about 3-5 parts, lots of nice smut but also a pinch of character development, a smattering of fluff, a sprinkle of angst and (shock horror) an original female character?? 

Let me know how y’all feel about this, should be fun! 

BTW IT IS SET IN THEIR FIFTH YEAR (GOF) TIME BUT IS NOT CANON OK? OK.

“Hufflepuff!” 

The shout echoes off the stone walls of the great hall and I slide off the chair, praying I didn’t leave any sweat marks behind me; it would be just my luck. Walking over to the table of cheering Hufflepuffs all wrapped up in their yellow scarves, I try not to let my prejudices get the better of me. 

But seriously, Hufflepuff is the worst house, everyone knows that. It’s for the kids who don’t belong anywhere else: the rejects. We’re basically just a band of outcasts with a reputation for being overly friendly. Maybe it is the perfect house for me. 

“Welcome to Hufflepuff! My name’s Phillip, I’m head boy. Come take a seat next to all the other first years.” A heavyset boy with an upturned nose and big eyes welcomes me warmly. I shake his pudgy hand and slide in next to an asian girl with jet black hair. She smiles awkwardly at me. 

“Hi, I’m Joe.” She says over the uproar coming come Gryffindor table; a lanky kid with fire-truck red hair slinks over to them.

“I’m Marnie. Nice to meet you.” I smile back, hoping to god I’ve just made my first friend. 

“Draco Malfoy!” The voice of the hat booms out and a pale kid with white blonde hair saunters up to the chair. He has an unmistakable air of confidence and he smirks as the hat hover above his head for a second before declaring loudly: “SLYTHERIN!” 

“God, he looks like a twat.” Joe says to me. I laugh in agreement, something about his eyes reminds me of a snake slowly constricting around its prey and watching them closely with sick fascination, waiting for them to notice that the end is nigh. 

“Too right. I tell you what, I’d rather be in Hufflepuff than in Slytherin.” We both turn up our noses at the raucous table full of green scarves and sly smiles. 

“I’m with you on that one mate, bunch of lunatics over there. No wonder they keep them in the dungeons.” I laugh loudly at Joe’s remark and the silver haired boy, Draco I think, looks up at me. Our eyes meet and my laugh dies off, quickly turning into an awkward stare down which he wins without contest. I look away quickly and study the engravings on my fork. 

“Don’t look now, but Mister Albino just caught me laughing at him.” I whisper to Joe. She very obviously whips her head up and stares back at him.

“Oh yeah. He just saw me look as well. Awkward.” She goes red and we both duck our heads down.

“That’s why I told you not to look, dumbo!” I whisper yell at her, giving her a side-eye through the curtain of my brown hair. 

“Well sorry! There’s a reason I’m in Hufflepuff, not Ravenclaw!” She whisper yells back, and we both burst into uncontrolled laughter. 

Yep, I’ve definitely made my first friend. 

++

FOUR YEARS LATER

“Ugh, you’d think they didn’t know what a shower was in Romania.” Joe turns up her nose as some exceedingly smelly Durmstrang students skulk pas.

“Is that where they’re from?” I ask absentmindedly, flicking lazily though the pages of The Quibbler. My head is resting on Joe’s back and we lounge in the sun, enjoying the final days of summery weather. Joe picks at the grass, her feet kicking in the air behind her. 

“What are you two losers doing?” A gleeful voice calls out across the grounds. Our friend Reggie makes his way over, not without gawking at some Beauxbatons girls strutting past. 

“Something that requires more than your one braincell, sorry Reg.” I quip back as he nears us. 

“Yeah, sorry mate! You don’t meet the requirements for our exclusive club.” Joe squints up at Reggie as he towers over us, which he doesn’t do often. The five-foot eight blondie with cherubic features is cute, in like a coochie-coochie-coo way. A shame, really, as Reggie has the biggest crush on Joe, who I’m pretty sure has no idea. 

“Damn, and all this time I thought you were too threatened by my knack for comedic timing to be my friends.” He pouts playfully and splays on the grass next to us. 

“I think an owl shat down your back.” Joe points out, sending Reggie into a fit; rolling all over the grass. 

“What?! Get it off me! Where??” He squeals, trying to tug his robes around to see the back. 

“There’s no owl shit, is there.” I mutter to Joe, not trying to hide my smile. 

“Of course not.” She whispers back before pointing to an unreachable spot on Reggie’s back. “Just there, Reg! You’re so close!” 

He rolls towards us with unexpected speed and begins to steamroll on top of Joe, which I guess has more to do with an excuse to be near her than any imagined owl shit. 

“And this is my cue, see you lovebirds back in the common room later.” I laugh as I heave myself off the ground, slinging my book bag over my shoulder.

“What! Where you going?” Joe looks up at me from under a writhing blonde. 

“I need to return some books to the library and give Professor McGonagall her copy of trans-fig four back. I spilt ink on mine, remember?” 

“Okay Marnie! See ya later!” Reggie has no problem waving me goodbye and pretty soon, Joe is back to laughing in fits as he continues to roll around. 

I walk back into the school and start making my way towards the library. I see a flash of silver and green disappear into an empty classroom as I turn into a deserted hallway. Draco Malfoy.

Curious, I creep quietly towards the door. As I near it, I begin to hear sniffles and shuddering breaths. Is he... crying?! 

Not wanting to intrude on an obviously private moment, I back away slowly. Before I can make it two steps, however, the door swings open and there stands an incredibly pissed Draco Malfoy. 

I freeze in my place, looking up at him startled. I didn’t mean for him to know that I knew that he was crying, but now, as he stares down at me with his cold blue eyes and permanent scowl, I know that he knows that I know that he was crying. 

Good god. 

“I’m... I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.” I straighten up, looking up at his towering figure sincerely. 

“Eavesdropping a habit for you, is it?” He spits at me. 

“No, it isn’t. I heard crying and just wanted to make sure that whoever it was was ok.” I explain, holding my hands out in a pacifying way. 

“You’re a stupid little busy body, go stick you nose elsewhere.” His anger only rises as I stand my ground. 

“Well that was unnecessarily rude, wasn’t it?” I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms. He looks taken aback. 

“Who do you think you are? You’re just a stupid Hufflepuff.” He laughs devilishly down at me, taking a step forward towards me. 

“And you’re an emotionally fragile little boy who can’t see a helping hand if it slapped him.” I shoot back. “Apparently.” I add, unsure as to why he was crying and not wanting to jump to any conclusions. 

“Help?” He scoffs, laughing sarcastically. “Does it look like I need help?” He spreads his arms out to apparently show all the great things he has going for him, but all I see is a sullen, silver haired boy with red rimmed eyes, wet eyelashes and dark circles as deep as tartarus, 

“I don’t know, Draco, I’m not the one crying in empty classrooms. Do you need help?” I ask him sincerely, taking a step towards him. My mother always said that too much of anything was a bad thing, including compassion. That was always going to be the death of me. I’d likely get stabbed by someone and hope it made them feel better. 

“Not from the likes of you.” He seethes

“Well, no accounting for bad taste. See you around.” I shrug, turning my back on Draco and continuing down the hall. Silence stretches out and the only sound is the clop of my shoes on the concrete. 

“I know who you are, Marnie Millicent.” He calls out after me, and the way he says my name has the hair on my neck standing up. “You’re on my radar now.” Although it sounds like a threat, I’m not too sure what being on Draco’s ‘radar’ entails. 

“Like I said, see you around.” I call back just before rounding the hallway and attempting to wipe any trace of Draco from my mind. 

But just like a red wine stain on white leather, he won’t leave. 

[weasleytwinwheezes]

kpopprincesslover15 said:

hellllllo i absolutely love your writing, I would like a ship please . I am a Gryffindor, mutil-color hair with saved sides, I am 5'5 , blue and green eyes, I am very loyal to my very good friends, if you're not my friend I wont put up with your shit, if you mess with my friends I will beat the holy hell outta you. Thank youuuuu

AN: Sorry for the late reply, it’s been a busy week! 

I ship you with Draco Malfoy! 

He’d first notice your hair and find it so badass 

but you being a gryffindor would put him off from befriending you 

any conversation between the two of you in class is always civil and to the point, he doesn’t try to pull you into his feud with the golden trio 

you’d always catch him staring in potions, but just figured it was because of whatever color you had decided to dye your hair 

secretly you thought he was handsome and misunderstood 

then you catch him picking on a first-year year student 

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size? Pathetic, bullying a first year! He’s ELEVEN!” 

then his crush would begin 

eventually he’d apologize to the first year and you 

“I’m sorry, I know it wasn’t right” 

the sincerity in his voice is what makes you believe him 

thus an unlikely friendship is born although tension is definitely there 

he’d ask you on a date to hogsmeade and spend the entire time going wherever you want to go 

he’d ask you to the yule ball and only pick colors that would go with your hair 

all the compliments 

“You should really dye your hair silver and green, I’m just saying.” 

[nctxnation]

Heart of Gold

➳ Pairing: Jaemin x Female Reader

➳ Genre: Fluff | Hogwarts AU

➳ Word Count: 6.9k

➳ “The only thing I want is to be with you.” -- La La Love, NCT Dream

“Remind me why I’m here again?” You asked, pulling your beanie down to avoid the harsh pelting rain. “I can’t even see anything!”

“We’re here to scope out the cute players!” Your friend Anna wiggled her eyebrows playfully, her eyes fully trained on the clashing mess of red and blue in front of you.

“There are none,” You grumbled, twisting your blue and silver scarf tighter around your neck to block out the arctic winds.

“Your boyfriend certainly looks good in his uniform,” She tossed you a wink, pointing at Na Jaemin who was whizzing around with a Quaffle firmly secured in his arms.

“You can barely even see him through this damn storm!” The rain was coming down hard and fast, making it difficult for anyone to see through its haze.

“So, you admit he’s your boyfriend.” “Please stop,” You rubbed circles over your temples as a means to qualm whatever headache would surely come with your friends’ constant teasing. “I don’t even like him.”

“He likes you.”

“He likes to make my life miserable,”  You grumbled, plopping down on the wooden benches.

Anna was completely engrossed in the game, cheering loudly with the crowd. Your eyes wandered to Jaemin who was gliding through the air like a falcon, effortlessly dodging bludgers. The Gryffindor crowd began buzzing with electricity as he whizzed by. He pulled back his arm and aimed the Quaffle straight into the Ravenclaw goalpost. The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs madly cried out in happiness, while the Ravenclaws and Slytherins sunk down.

The game wasn’t finished yet, although Star Player Na Jaemin was certainly making it hard for Ravenclaw to beat out Gryffindor. The Snitch hadn’t been caught yet and the anticipation in the crowd grew.

“When is it going to end?” You groaned wanting nothing more than to curl up by the fire with a warm mug of hot chocolate, pumpkin pasties, and a good book.

“Almost,” Anna breathed out, her voice clearly strained from her incessant screaming. “Look, the Snitch! Oh my God Mark is gonna catch it!”

Mark Lee, Gryffindor’s seeker was blowing through the rain like a bulldozer. Huang Renjun, Ravenclaw’s seeker, was hot on his heels, tailing after him with great speed and a glimmer of determination in his eyes.

“I can’t watch!” Anna ducked down, knocking you over slightly as she tried to hide behind your shoulder. “Did they catch it? Did we win? Did we lose?”

“I can’t see anything,” You tried to see over the shoulders of the rest of your Ravenclaw classmates, but it was too hard.

For one, Anna was weighing you down with her death grip on your arm. Two, everyone was starting to stand up on the bench to get a better view. It wasn’t until you heard a collective groan from Ravenclaw house and raucous screeching from Gryffindor did you realize the finalized score.

“Gryffindor wins! Mark Lee has caught the snitch!” Lee Donghyuck bellowed into the microphone. “That’s my best friend everyone!”

“Well, damn,” Anna muttered pulling you up, as everyone began to shuffle off the stands. “Do you think your boyfriend will invite us to the after party?”

“One, he’s not my boyfriend,” You insisted for the millionth time, as you looped your arm around hers and ambled down the steps, “Two, Ravenclaw just lost their chance at the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup, this is no time for celebration.”

“But we’re not even big sports fans,” Anna pouted, wobbling as she struggled not to slip on the wet grass.

“It doesn’t matter,” You told her, grasping her tightly as the crowd began to push you around to get closer to congratulate the Gryffindor team. “We stand in solidarity with our house.”

“I was really hoping you’d come to the after party, I guess that’s out of the question.”

You felt your insides coil at the sound of the familiar voice. Na Jaemin was grinning down at you and Slytherin Lee Jeno steadily at his side, smirking devilishly. The rain was slowly turning into a drizzle, allowing you to get a better glimpse at the Gryffindor Chaser. His brown hair was matted, clinging onto his forehead and his face was covered in a sheen of sweat that gave him an angelic glow. He wore a shy grin, but looks could be deceiving.

“I wished you’d come,” He smiled down at you. “I’d really need a Ravenclaw to rub my victory in their face and you seem like the perfect candidate.”

“I think the party would be a lot more interesting if you’d join us,” Jeno’s eye smiles were not going to budge you from firmly saying no, although Anna seemed bewitched by his charms.

“Are these boys bothering you two?” Huang Renjun was ready to fight. Although smaller than the pair, he looked like he could still take them on. “You won the game, just leave us alone.”

You were surprised by Renjun’s actions. You weren’t necessarily friends with him, you shared the same classes and on occasion came across each other in the common room, but you two were nothing more than acquaintances. Last time you checked, he was good friends with them.

“Aw, c’mon Injunnie, don’t be like that,” Jaemin tried to pull Renjun into a hug, but the smaller boy quickly skirted out of his reaching hands. “You don’t have to take every game so personal.”

“Jaemin, you forget he’s annoyingly competitive,” Jeno said as the Ravenclaw boy hissed in irritation. “Renjun this wasn’t the Quidditch World Cup, Mark just got to the snitch faster.”

“I almost had it!” Renjun cried out, flailing his arms.

“Sure you did!” You can hear Mark Lee shouting back from somewhere in the crowd.

“Whatever,” Jaemin waved it off, his eyes focused solely on you, “I’m serious, come to the party,” His eyes moved to Anna, as he instructed her, “Bring her there. Renjun’s going to be there, so screw Ravenclaw solidarity.”

“I am not!” Renjun snapped as Jeno tugged him away.

With a flounce of scarlet robes and a playful wink, Na Jaemin shuffled through the crowd, smiling brightly at the girls fawning over him.

“We’re so going to that party!” Anna squealed as you began your trek toward the castle.

“We are not,” You really were going to suffer from serious migraines due to both Anna and Jaemin. “He just wants someone to entertain him and I won’t be the subject of ridicule at that stupid Gryffindor party.”

“Aw, you’re such a party pooper.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy celebrating with fellow classmates, but last time you went to a Gryffindor party Jaemin had successfully embarrassed you in front of Hendery, the shy Ravenclaw who had stolen your heart.

You weren’t going to give him the chance to do anything like that again.

“I can’t believe you actually managed to blackmail me to be here.”

“It was so easy!” Anna didn’t look guilty, not even for your sake. “Look, if Jaemin tries anything, I’ll hex him. Just relax and have some fun. It beats staying behind and reading a book.”

“Are you even a Ravenclaw?” You asked as you climbed through the portrait hole, the Fat Lady telling you to have fun.

“Stop sticking to stereotypes,” She poked her tongue out and then grinned mischievously, “Who knows, Hendery might even be here. If he is, please keep me updated on this love triangle between you, Hendery, and Jaemin.”

“There’s no love triangle,” You pressed, “I have no feelings for that jerk Jaemin.”

“Sure, sure.” She seemed thoroughly unconvinced and you were tired of trying to convince her you were saying nothing but the truth. “I’ll be back, I’m going to get us some drinks.

The party was in full swing, there was Gryffindors raging over their victory. Jaemin’s words rang true, Renjun was hovering around the multitude with a fresh smile, his loss forgotten. So much for Ravenclaw pride. You walked over to the edge of the party, waiting patiently for Anna to come back with butterbeers.

“I knew you’d come!”

Lo and behold, the bane of your existence. Jaemin was alone as he approached you with a spring in his step. His golden brown hair was a disarray of soft waves that glowed under the candlelight. His eyes were warm and inviting, which sent warning bells in your head and raised the hairs behind your neck.

“I came against my will,” You replied indifferently, focusing on a speck on the wall across from you.

“I didn’t force you,” He frowned, “I hope you didn’t take it that way.”

“Anna took your words very seriously.”

“Do you want a drink?” Jaemin asked, trying his best to peek his way into your line of vision. Your eyes went straight to the floor, trying your best to look unapproachable.

“No, that’s fine,” You told him, “Anna’s gone to get us some butterbeer. I should probably go find her, she’s been gone for a while.”

“Wait, Y/N,” Jaemin stopped you mid step, his warm breath fanned over your face as he spoke, “You’re not mad that we won, right? I mean, Ravenclaw solidarity, seriously? You were joking right?”

You pulled your arm out of his grasp, “I’m not big on house pride, Jaemin. I just don’t want to be here, I think I’m starting to catch a cold, so don’t take my indifference too personal.”

“Do you want me to walk you back to Ravenclaw Tower?” He immediately grabbed your arm and began weaving you through the crowd, “I’ll make sure Jeno keeps Anna company.”

“It’s nothing serious!” You protested, halting your steps. “Plus, I’d rather not have you walk me straight into one of your pranks.”

“Is that the main reason you’re acting like I have Spattergroit?” Jaemin quirked an eyebrow at you. “So, this isn’t about you feeling ill, it’s about you thinking I’m going to pull a prank on you.”

“I wasn’t lying about feeling sick,” You defended sharply, “I was out in the rain without proper clothing for the rain. But yeah, your pranks have left traumatic scars on me. Can’t say I trust you walking me back to my dorm.”

“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way,” It truly hurt you to admit he sounded sincere about his words. “I promise, you can trust me now. I’ve changed.”

“Since when?”

“Since, I realized we’ll be Seventh Years soon and we don’t have a lot of time to actually be friends.”

“You want to be friends?” This was news to you, you were used to being at the receiving end of his teasing and pranks, friendship was far from your mind. Civility, at most.

“Of course!” He beamed down at you. Jaemin wanted to be more than friends, but he’s never been too good at expressing his feelings. “So, how about that walk to Ravenclaw Tower?”

“But you’ll miss your party,” You noted, glancing around the room at the vivacious Hogwarts students flailing about. “You’re the Star Player.”

“The whole team is,” He told you, a tone of honesty and admiration in his voice, “There isn’t one singular player that is special, the whole team is. We work together to achieve our goal. Plus Mark was the one that ended the game. If anything, he’d be the one to be missed.”

Jaemin really seemed to shine, when he spoke about his teammates. There was so much conviction in his voice, so much love. It really had you seeing a different light to him. Tonight, was seriously adding to the list of headache-inducing moments. He was the boy who pulled your pigtails, not the one who made your heart grow warm in appreciation.

Before Jaemin could continue his tangent, a huddle of Gryffindors swooped in to congratulate him. He gave you a look to stay still, while he abated the swarm around him. Without his notice, you ducked away from the group.

You were serious about catching a cold. Your sinuses were starting to feel congested and your body heat felt like it was rising. Anna would understand if you left. You didn’t want to spoil her fun, by telling her knowing she’d go after you to play the role of a nurse.

You slipped out of the portrait hole and made your journey to Ravenclaw Tower. The dim moonlight pooled through the windows, spilling into the empty halls. The castle was eerie at this time, which had you hastily rushing through the darkness. In your haste, you nearly knocked down a display of a knight’s armor.

“Who’s there?”

Oh, no. Whoever was there will find you and give you detention. Not only that, but he’d have you squealing about the raging party happening in the Gryffindor common room. You didn’t have it in you to lie to your superiors. You were weak and natural selection would surely whipe you out.

“I said, who’s there?”

You sped up, trying your best to make it the nearest broom closet or alcove you could hide in. It was no use, as a toned body crashed into you.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” You spluttered apologies as the dark-haired boy groaned, “Are you a prefect? Oh my God. Oh my God.”

“Head Boy, actually,” Your eyes widened as Hendery’s gentle face came under the stream of moonlight, “Please don’t freak out, even more. You look like your going to pass out. I’m not that scary, am I?”

“N-no,” You heart felt like it lodged in your throat. “I was just getting a midnight snack.”

“Wearing that?” He nodded towards the outfit Anna had chosen for you, clearly not proper sleepwear attire. He reached a hand out to help you up. “I know there’s a Gryffindor party happening, just because I’m Head Boy doesn’t mean I’m suddenly immune to the knowledge of parties.”

“Are you going to dock me points?” You felt your insides freeze. You had never been in this situation before.

“Technically, I should,” He admitted, “It’d be righteous of me to do so, but I think Ravenclaw house has suffered enough tonight for me to go about taking their chances from winning the House Cup too. You know, Ravenclaw pride and all.”

“Right, thank you, Hendery,” You forced your lips to smile, your heart was pounding and your face was flushed.

“No problem, Y/N,�� He smiled warmly down at you. He rubbed his hands sheepishly, “It’s dark out and there’s all sorts of ghouls crawling around the castle, let me walk you back to the Tower.”

“Don’t you have rounds to finish?”

“Everyone’s probably at the party,” He shrugged, “Cassie, the Head Girl’s there. It’s Saturday night and I’m absolutely dead tired, I was heading to the dorms anyway. It’s been a while since we had a proper conversation.”

He led the way to Ravenclaw Tower, hair shining like polished ebony under the moonlight and a gentle smile on his lips. Wong Kunhang, or Hendery as he was more commonly referred to, was the one boy in the whole castle who melted you. He was sweet, sensible, and intelligent. Your crush developed in First Year when he helped you solve the riddle to enter the Ravenclaw common room. You’d see him around the common room or the library, sometimes he’d smile at you in the Great Hall.

It wasn’t until Fourth Year when you two were in the common room, unbeknownst to the both of you, reading the same book. You spent hours pouring over it, talking animatedly over every single part of it. Then last year, you were left embarrassed after Jaemin pranked you in front of him.

You two reached the Tower and quickly answered the riddle, he hovered next to you as you walked towards the hallway that led to the girls’ dormitories. With a flourish of his wand, he put out the fireplace and lit the room with a spell.

“Goodnight Y/N,” He hesitated for a moment, but then swiftly dropped a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You felt your cheek tingle from the touch of his lips. You waited until he was gone, swallowed by the shadows of the boys’ dorm hallway, then you hollered in joy.

Maybe going to the Gryffindor party hadn’t been such a bad thing.

“Pssst...Y/N.”

Something soft collided onto your shoulder, you ignored it, continuing with your notes. Jaemin sat behind you in Charms, he typically made it his duty to throw pieces of parchment at your hair every day.

The professor signalled the end of class and you gathered your supplies and headed towards the Great Hall where Anna would be waiting. A familiar smell assaulted your senses and you glanced up to see Jaemin falling into step with you.

“You left the party early,” He acknowledged, deflecting the gawking stares of passerbyers with a grimace. Of course, people would find it weird to see you two walking together. “I tried finding you yesterday, but I couldn’t find you.”

“I was pigeonholed in my common room finishing an essay.” Well, technically, you were mostly daydreaming about the school’s Head Boy.

“I wanted to apologize for not walking you back to your dorm.”

“It’s not your fault,” You said, entering the noisiness that was the Great Hall. “I made it back.”

“Yeah, but it was dark and late and I left you to fend off the professors and prefects just waiting to give you detention.”

“I’m old enough to walk myself to my room, Jaemin,” You deadpanned hollowly, “But if it makes you feel better, Hendery walked me back.”

“Hendery? The Head Boy?”

“Yes,” You stated, your eyes involuntarily searched for the dark-haired boy amongst the sea of Ravenclaws, “He found me and didn’t give me detention.”

“That’s surprising,” Jaemin chuckled, “He such a stick in the mud, I’m surprised he didn’t give you detention for weeks and docked hundreds of points. He’s quite boring sometimes, takes being Head Boy way too seriously.”

“He’s just doing his job,” You justified, sighing as a calm washed over you when Hendery’s eyes met yours and he gave you a soft smile, “He can be exciting. He’s just being responsible, you’re just too reckless.”

Jaemin noticed the softness from your face and the glazed look in your eyes, with a disgruntled groan.

“Oh, gross,” He spluttered, wrinkling his nose and pretending to retch, “Don’t tell me you like Mr. Monotone. Do you have no taste in guys?”

“W-who said I like him?”

“Oh my God, you do!”

Jaemin felt his heart clenched painfully, he pressed his hand over it and groaned in disgust again. Had he been going about it the wrong way all these years? Did you not find his jokes and pranks exciting? His teasing always got a reaction out of you, which he loved. You two bantered, it was your thing and he always felt excited about it. It was your way of flirting with each other, or so he had thought.

Should he have been reading an encyclopedia with you in the library instead? Told you about the history of Goblins rights? He never considered you falling into the stereotypical Ravenclaw category.

“How typical of you,” He blurted out, wincing as your eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean?” Your voice was icy and he was already floundering.

“You fell for the stereotypical Ravenclaw,” Jaemin said, his fists clenched at his sides as he spoke, “I just never pegged you for one to uphold stereotypes.”

Your rolled your eyes, you wanted nothing more than to be enjoying a nice meal instead of talking to Na Jaemin. “I’m sorry if I’m not the least bit exciting and reaching the level of spontaneity your Gryffindor self wants. I guess I’m just a Ravenclaw who admires Ravenclaw qualities.”

He tilted his head to the side, eyeing you curiously, “Wouldn’t you rather like someone more interesting?”

“Ravenclaws are interesting!” You exclaimed, your face flushed with a new wave of chagrin, “If you think your so superior just because you’re a Gryffindor than why are you still talking to me?”

“That’s not what I meant--”

“Jaemin, I am not in the mood to hear your stupid blabbering,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, your mind was already wandering to how tasty the pumpkin soup looked. “I don’t go around judging the type of girls you like, so please just stop before I do something drastic.”

“Yeah, but that’s because you’d really like the type of girls I like,” He smirked devilishly, winking ever so charmingly your way.

You scoffed, slinging your book bag closer to your body and already strolling off to the Ravenclaw table, “I doubt it. I’m leaving, Nana.”

You smiled to yourself, knowing it probably irritated him that you were calling him such a personal name only reserved for those close to him. Unbeknownst to you, Jaemin wore a bright grin as he heard you say his special nickname.

“It’s kind of hard to not like you,” He whispered as he saw you plopped down at the Ravenclaw table and immerse yourself in conversation with your friends.

Hogsmeade weekend had finally rolled around and everyone was scrambling out of the castle. You trudged through the icy planes of Hogsmeade arm and arm with Anna. The village was covered in a thick blanket of snow, arctic winds nipped at everyone’s cheeks making them resemble rosebuds.

“I told Wendy and Seulgi we’d meet them at the Three Broomsticks,” Anna told you as you passed by a group of third year boys salivating over the newest broom displayed at Spintwitches Sporting Needs. “I could really go for some warm butterbeer right now.”

You nodded in agreement and hurried your pace, hoping to get out of the cold quickly. The Three Broomsticks was bustling with sprightly Hogwarts student chatting around the room. You quickly spotted your roommates and the pair of you headed towards them with bags of Honeydukes candy ready to be eaten.

“We got some candy!” Anna trilled, piling some Sugar Quills and Chocolate Frogs onto the table. “Sorry we took so long, Y/N wanted to pass by Scrivenshaft's to get a new quill.”

“We ordered some butterbeer,” Wendy plucked a sweet from the pile and glanced at you with a smirk that nearly rivalled Na Jaemin’s. “Guess who’s sitting all by himself reading a book in the corner?”

Your eyes flickered to the corner of the pub where Hendery sat wearing a snug thick woollen sweater and sipping his butterbeer. He looked so soft and endearing sitting there with a snowy window in the background and the candlelight setting his skin aglow.

“His friends went to get some Honeydukes candy and he’s reserving their table I think,” Wendy gossiped, wagging her eyebrows at you. “Someone should go talk to him.”

“Yes!” Anna clapped her hands delighted at the suggestion. She shoved a blue Sugar Quill into your palm and nudged you out of the booth, “Go thank him properly for walking you from the party.”

“But--”

“No buts missy,” Seulgi interjected pulling you forcefully out of your seat and shoving you towards Hendery’s general direction. “Go talk to him or no candy and butterbeer for you.”

You wanted to argue that you had bought a good amount of the sweets they were gobbling up, but reluctantly began walking towards the Ravenclaw boy with the soft smile and gentle eyes. With your heart pounding, palms moistening, and eyes completely set on Henderey, you didn’t notice the raucous table of boys next to the demure boy.

Jeno elbowed Jaemin who was currently laughing at Mark who was ready to fight Haechan over a bet. Jaemin suddenly went rigid as you came into view, nervous and rosy-cheeked and looking as pretty as the first day Na Jaemin laid eyes on you.

Jaemin’s heart clenched as he noticed you weren’t walking towards his table, but the one one beside his where the Head Boy sat.

“Hi,” You whispered, not trusting your voice enough to come out smoothly if you spoke any louder.

Hendery dog-eared the page and cast a brilliant smile your way, “Y/N, hi. Are you here by yourself?” He started looking around in search of your friends.

“No, I’m with my roommates but I noticed you were by yourself and wanted to say hi.”

“Oh,” He nodded motioning for you to take a seat in front of him, “Yeah some of my friend’s went to go get sweets. I think Yangyang went to Zonko’s. I decided to stay behind, as Head Boy I shouldn’t be aware of the mischief he gets up to.”

“I brought you this,” You thrust the Sugar Quill towards him and he took it with a laugh that melts your heart. “It’s my way of properly thanking you for not docking me points and walking me to my dorm that night.”

“You’ve thank me plenty,” He insisted, “But I’ll accept this because blueberry Sugar Quills are my favorite.”

You made a mental note of that new tidbit of information. He suckled the Sugar Quill and you tried your best not to gawk at him, since he looked adorable. You were about to point out the book he was reading when a loud noise interrupted you.

“Ahem.” Na Jaemin was wearing his irritatingly large, face-splitting grin as he stared down at the two of you. “Hendery, Y/N. Fancy seeing you here.”

“It’s a public place,” You smiled tightly, as Jaemin nudged his way into the booth, sitting right beside you. His thigh brushing yours, sending a crackle of electricity through your body. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s a public place,” He threw your words back at you, winking as he did so before focusing back on Hendery, “Actually, I came to talk to Hendery. I had some concerns I wanted to discuss with him.”

“It’s Hogsmeade weekend, he doesn’t have time to discuss the lack of females that are at your disposal because you’ve dated all of them!”

“Sounds like your jealous,” He pinched your cheek and you swatted him away.

Hendery giggled, shoving the Sugar Quill to one side of his cheek, puffing it up cutely, “Actually, Y/N I’m always open to hear student’s concerns.”

“Of course you are,” Jaemin grumbled and you shot him a glare, “Before anything, I want to thank you for walking my dear friend Y/N back to her dorm.”

“Oh my God,” You murmured under your breath knowing this wasn’t going to go well for you.

“You see, Y/N, was very thankful you were the one to walk her back,” Jaemin said, nudging you slightly, “She has a very soft spot for you, if you haven’t noticed. She’s a bit shy so I brought upon myself to thank you for her.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Hendery’s eyes flickered to you and your face flamed up. “But she’s thanked me plenty.”

You stared silently back at Hendery, feeling the warmth of his gaze wash over you making you tingle. An arm brushed over you and the smell of spearmint wafted over you. Jaemin groaned, squeezing himself closer to you.

“Oh, gross, please get a broom cupboard,” Jaemin hissed, pulling you out of your daze. “Oh, wait, I think you guys already have, isn’t that what you were hinting at?”

“What?” Hendery looked taken aback, but not angry at the accusation.

You wish you could be so calm about things too, “Maybe that’s how you and your girls choose to thank each other but we’re not you.”

“Oh, I was just kidding,” He chuckled and Hendery eased up. “Don’t you wish you would have thanked each other that way? I especially know you would have, Y/N.”

You wanted to wipe that smile off his face with your fist, but instead you got up and addressed Hendery, “I have to go. Thank you again, Hendery.”

“Anytime.” Hendery looked frazzled and was blushing a deep shade of pink over Jaemin’s words.

“Yeah, thanks Head Boy,” Jaemin said, shooting out of his seat.

“What about your concerns?”

“I’ll owl them to you, don’t worry.” The Gryffindor yelled back and he caught up with you.

“You’re unbelievable.” You shoved past him, fuming and barreling through the crowd of Hogwarts students that had begun to trickle in.

“Me? Says the one who’s following someone around like a lost puppy,” Jaemin sped in front of you blocking you from making your way to your friends. “It’s sickening. I'm just trying to stop you from further embarrassing yourself.”

“How kind of you.” You really out to punch that smug look off his face. “You saved me from embarrassing myself, by doing it yourself.”

“I’ve been told I have a heart of gold.”

“Hmm,” Your face scrunched up in annoyance. “Look, Jaemin, I don’t know what your problem is with me, but can you please just stop.”

“W-what…” His faltered and you nearly felt bad. Nearly.

“Seriously, why do you make it your life’s duty to annoy me every damn second!” You were really getting heated now, which made you unaware that you were drawing the attention of everyone.

“I...I don’t...”

“You are always trying to rile me up or mess up something,” You snapped, feeling yourself drain everything you need out of your system. “It was understandable when we were First Years, but we’re older now.  I’m not here for your entertainment. Can’t you just leave me alone? I just want to go one day without you breathing down my neck, is that too much to ask? You go off ruining everything for me all the time, do you hate me that much?”

“Sorry...I…”

You took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension in your body. You were fed up with Jaemin and you didn’t want to continue shouting at him in the middle of the pub. You especially didn’t want to say more harsher things, further burying yourself in a proverbial grave. You dashed out of the Three Broomsticks and into the flurry of snow.

You thought Na Jaemin was annoying, but the hurt that flashed in his eyes when he heard you say it aloud was something you hadn’t expected. You had in the past called him annoying, but hadn’t snapped like this. He usually would brush this off, opting to respond coolly or smugly, but this time he seemed seriously hurt by your words.

You were currently set up in a corner of the library, finishing off a Charms essay. The area was hidden behind shelves but well lit as it was next to a large window that allowed a stream of sunlight in. You had an array of Charms books sprawled around you.

“Hey, do you mind if I sit here--” The voice abruptly stopped and your eyes flew up to meet Na Jaemin who awkwardly hovered by, books wedge in his arms. “Oh, Y/N. I’ll, um, just leave.”

“Wait--” You stood up quickly, sending parchment flying in your wake. “Jaemin, stop! Don’t leave, stay please.”

“I don’t want to bother you,” He glanced down timidly and you felt something pull at your heartstrings.

“You don’t bother me,” You said as you moved around the table to stand in front of him, “I mean, you do, but it’s...Look, I want to say that I’m sorry for lashing out at you.”

“You erupted,” He smiled slightly down at you, “I’m the reason for it. You had it building up. I’m sorry for all the teasing, pranks, and being nosy in all your business.”

“How about a clean slate?” You asked, reaching a hand towards him. “To civility?”

“I think I can manage,” He grinned taking your hand and squeezing it, “Friends?”

“Hey, one step at a time, this is all new to me,” You giggled as he rolled his eyes, “Okay, okay, friends.”

“Just promise you won’t fall in love with me, my heart can’t take that stress.”

You punched his shoulder lightly and he chuckled, dropping his books onto the desk. It was a little bizarre to have him sitting with you and not have him acting like his annoying self.

Now, that we’re friends can I give you some Gryffindor advice?” You nodded and he continued, “Seize the moment, you’ll never know how that person feels unless you tell them. Love is worth it, don’tcha think?”

“You actually have a heart,” You giggled. “Heart of gold, right? Do you listen to your own advice?”

He rolled his eyes sarcastically at you but his expression softened, “Sometimes I wish I could, but no. She doesn’t feel the same way, I know it.”

“Have you told her? You won’t know unless you tell her, seize the moment.”

“I like you.” His eyes were on you, powerful and overwhelming. His words ringing with sincerity and conviction that knocked the breath out of you.

Your expression faltered, you knew this was too good to be true. He was back to his teasing self again. Yet the way he said those words made your stomach flutter.

“Jaemin I--”

He broke out it giggles and you laughed too, knowing you looked like a bumbling idiot.

“I’m kidding, bloody hell, thanks for the ego boost,” He pulled out his own Charms book and stared at you with large, puppy eyes, “I might be charming but I’m not good at Charms. I need your Ravenclaw expertise.”

“I thought Ravenclaws were boring.” You asked deflecting the awkward atmosphere from the previous situation.

“You lot are the best house, now please help me.”

So you did. You spent your afternoon helping Na Jaemin with his Charms essay and the next day you helped him with Transfiguration and so on. It was to the point that it became a regular occurrence. You would meet up every afternoon in the same isolated corner of the library, and study and talk and laugh.

Soon enough you two were actually acting civilly in the classroom. Jaemin no longer dipped your hair in his ink pot when you weren’t looking or teased you about having feelings for the Head Boy, which was refreshing. You were actually starting to see the appeal that Na Jaemin had, the appeal everyone in Hogwarts had seen but you had never until now.

It was a warm Spring day and you and Jaemin had agreed to study underneath a tree near the lake. Anna had spent the whole morning claiming you should make it into a picnic date. You had just shoved a pastie in her mouth and told her you didn’t see Jaemin that way, and he didn’t see you that way either.

It wasn’t that you didn’t find him attractive, you did. His personality had prevented you from ever seeing him in a romantic light. Now, you suppose he could seem attractive at times, but that didn’t mean you had feelings for him. You were barely friends, anything romantic was out of the question.

“Y/N.”

You glanced up at the sound of your name, Jaemin’s name on the tip of your tongue. Except it wasn’t the brazen Gryffindor with the alleged heart of gold, but a dark-haired Ravenclaw.

“Hendery,” The usual flutter you felt when you saw him was gone, but you still felt rather breathless as he plopped down next to you in a mass of black and blue.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” He said smiling at you in a way that made you swoon. In the back of your head, you thought it paled in comparison to Jaemin’s bright grin.

“I’ve been swamped with work,” You gestured to the piles of books surrounding you.

He nodded, “I want you to know that what Jaemin said doesn’t bother me. I know he said it out of jealousy--”

You snorted, “He said it to spite me,” You bit your lip, hesitating on the next words, “He knew how I feel something for you.”

There it was out. You were confessing to the Head Boy who was graduating Hogwarts in a few weeks. You had seized the moment, just like Jaemin had advised.

“I know,” Hendery’s eyes were fixed on the jade green grass billowing in the wind. “I think I have for a while.”

“Y-you have?” You spluttered, wanting to bury yourself in a pile of books and grass. “Am I that obvious?”

“You are,” He nodded, smiling to himself, “Or maybe I’ve just become more observant as time went by, which is why I know Jaemin’s obvious dislike of me is jealousy.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“As ridiculous as you two being friends now?” He looked at you, eyes staring straight through you, “I think it took too long, by the way. I expected it sooner, I think all of Hogwarts was betting on when you two would end up snogging in the middle of hexing each other.”

“I like you, Hendery,” You pressed, shoving all the books aside and sitting in front of him.

“You’re infatuated with me,” Hendery talked to you as if you were a petulant child. “There’s a difference. Jaemin on the other hand…”

“So, you think I have feelings for Jaemin then?” You scoffed. “I think I know my own feelings, Hendery.”

I liked you too at one point, but I’m leaving Hogwarts,” You barely had time to register his words. “I’m graduating and moving to France to do some extensive research. Y/N, you realize this is the most we’ve talked since we first met. This is how I know, what you feel...it’s not like with Jaemin.”

“You really are persistent.”

“It’s more like Ravenclaw intuition,” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, “The whole school has been watching you two for years, trust me I’ve got an outsider’s perspective. I just don’t want you to feel tied to an infatuation you built when we were young.”

“I don’t know what to say.” You really didn’t everything was too much. It was overwhelming.

You knew what everyone thought, Anna made it very obvious. She had always insisted Jaemin liked you. She had always said the school expected you to date and that he was pulling your proverbial pigtails as a sign that he liked you. You deflected those comments because you thought he was annoying, but know that you were getting to see his true colors those comments didn’t bother you.

“I guess thank you for this awakening,” You felt a little dazed, like you weren’t you and you had astral projected and were experiencing things from an outside perspective. “I don’t know if I’m suddenly having an epiphany, or if I’m coming to bizarre realization that you’re right.”

“Just in time.” Hendery brushed the grass off his robe as he rose from the ground, “I come in peace don’t worry,” He told the approaching Gryffindor. “I’ve got Head Duties to attend to, so if you’ll excuse me.”

“You looked like you’re having an existential crisis,” Jaemin pointed out taking a seat next to you, “What did Mr. Head Boy want, anyway.”

“I told him I liked him,” You blurted out.

“You did?” He looked panicked and your heart swelled at the hurt that swam in his eyes. “What did he say?”

“He said you liked me.”

“I--”

“Do you?” You peered over at Jaemin, who ran his hands through his brown hair, tousling it in a way that made your hands itch to touch it. “Seize your moment, Jaemin.”

“I do,” He sheepishly confessed, a deep blush dusting his cheeks. “That day in the library, I wasn’t joking. I’ve liked you for a long time, I just didn’t know how to express it other than immature ways.”

“I thought you genuinely just liked being insufferable and pestering me,” You quirked an eyebrow at him, “Your way of flirting has some flaws, you know.”

“Gah, I know,” He facepalmed as he cringed at the memories of him pranking you. “I’m sorry about that. I guess, I just wanted your attention.”

“You have it now,” You said, feeling emboldened, “I rather like this less immature, less insufferable side of you.”

“More than you like, Hendery?” He asked and you responded with a glare, “Hey, I had to ask!”

“I don’t know,” You teased making him growl back at you, biting back a grin you said, “How about we figure whatever this is out? We can go to Hogsmeade next weekend.”

“I’d like that,” He cracked a book open, a bright grin gracing his features, “So, does this mean that I can’t bewitch your goblet of pumpkin juice every now and then? Is that a turn off?”

“You really are the bane of my existence aren’t you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He beamed, leaning against you and twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers. Your heart thumped wildly. “I have a heart of gold, I can do no wrong.”

He pecked your cheek and winked at you, his focus falling onto the Charms book on his lap. His Gryffindor tie was loose and his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His brown hair glowed under the gleaming sunlight and his grin shone brighter than anything in the sky.

You weren’t sure if you still considered him the bane of your existence, but you were sure that whatever relationship progression you two were taking was something you felt like you saw coming no matter how much you denied it before.

Even though, throughout your Hogwarts years you purposefully dodged his presence, in that moment all you wanted to be was right next to him and that’s all that mattered for now.

[amarauder]

0.1 madame pamplemousse and her incredible edibles

sincerely, the blue and silver gryffindor

a princess of magic installment 

draco malfoy x reader

In the city of Paris, on the banks of the river, tucked away from the main street down a narrow, winding alley, there is a shop. A small, rather shabby-looking shop with faded paintwork, a dusty awning and dark, smoky windows. The sign above the door reads 'Edibles', as it is a food shop selling all kinds of rare and exotic delicacies. But they are not just rare and they are not just exotic, for this shop belongs to Madame Pamplemousse, and she sells the strangest, the rarest, the most delicious, the most extraordinary, the most incredible-tasting edibles in all the world.

Inside, the shop is cool and musty-smelling, lit only by candlelight. In the flickering shadows, great bunches of sausages and dried herbs, strings of garlic and chilli peppers, and giant salted meats hang from the ceiling. Rows of cheeses are laid out on beds of dark green leaves and all around there are shelves winding up to the ceiling, crammed with bottles and strangely shaped jars.

But look closer and you'll find these aren't just plain sausages, they're sausages of Bison and Black Pepper, Wild Boar and Red Wine, and Minotaur Salami with Sage and Wild Thyme. Among the dried meats there are Salt-Cured Raptor Tails, Pterodactyl Bacon, Smoked Sabre-Toothed Tiger and Rolled Tyrannosaurus Rex Tongue. The cheeses are of an unimaginable smelliness, some dating back to the medieval times, and each of the pots and jars have their contents written in fine, purple letters: Scorpion Tails in Smoked Garlic Oil, Crocodile Kidneys in Blueberry Wine, Cobra Barins in Black Butter, Roast Piranha with Raspberry Coulis, Electric Eel Pâté with Garlic and Prunes, Great White Shark Fin in Banana Liquor and Giant Squid Tentacle in Jasmine-Scented Jelly.

Underneath the shop, down a winding spiral staircase, at the end of a long, dark corridor, there is a door. A sorr that is forever kept locked. For it is behind this door that Madame Pamplemousse cooks her rarest delicacy sold in the tiniest little jar with a label upon which nothing is written. The label is blank and the ingredients are a secret, since it is the single most delicious, the most extraordinary, the most incredible-tasting edible of them all.

But even though Madame Pamplemousse sells the most-delicious food ever tasted, her shop is by no means famous in the city of Paris. And nor would she ever want it to be. For she makes enough to get by and is happy each day to awake at dawn, drink a small black coffee and open up her shop, serving her customers and meeting her suppliers. And come sundown she likes nothing better than to sit on her balcony above the rooftops with her cat, Camembert, discussing the day's events over a bottle of Violet-Petal Wine.

Camembert was a stray that had wandered in off the streets that had wandered in off the streets one night after a particularly vicious encounter with a pack of Siamese. During the fight, Camembert had lost one of his eyes, but this was nothing compared to what happened to the Siamese.

Suffice to say, he had since become known as a cat you don't mess with. From the first, he and Madame Pamplemousse had taken an instant liking to each other, and they lived together in perfect harmony, even though he would sometimes upset the customers by threatening to bite the ones he didn't like.

One person Camembert disliked intensely was a big pig-like man called Monsieur Lard. Lard ran a restaurant in the center of the city-a big, flashy restaurant called the Squealing Pig. The problem with the restaurant was that although Lard thought his cooking some of the finest in Paris, it was, in fact, absolutely revolting. Whatever he cooked either turned out too greasy, or too sugary, or too fatty. The other problem was that Lard used to treat his customers in a way that was even greasier than his cuisine. On one occasion, to impress a Hollywood film star who had dropped by for a light lunch, he served up a whole baby lamb deep-fried in batter and smothered in orange syrup, which had the unfortunate consequence of making the film star violently sick.

Monsieur Lard had a team of chefs working in his kitchen, many of them were excellent, but only a fool would dare criticize Lard's very own 'Specialities of the House'. For Lard's only real talent was to make people afraid of him. Experienced cooks, who had worked in some of the best and busiest kitchens in Paris, wobbled like jellies and began dropping things the moment Lard entered the room. Even the restaurant's Head Chef, once a talented cook, had been reduced to a quivering wreck after years of Lard's bullying and from being forced to prepare such revolting recipes as Pig's Ear Pizza, Kidney Burger with Double Cream, Offal, and Seafood Sausages or Crab Ravioli in a Warm White Chocolate Sauce.

By far the best chef at the Squealing Pig was, in fact, Lard's niece, a girl called Y/N. Y/N was sent by her parents each summer to stay with her 'big jolly uncle'. When she told them her uncle was not really jolly but a greedy, fat bully, her Mother nearly fainted and her Father told her not to be so selfish. So ever since, while they went off on Safari or a Round-the-World Cruise, she would be sent to work in the Kitchens of the Squealing Pig. This usually involved doing a lot of smiling. Lard was obsessed with smiling. Everyone-the waiters, the waitresses, the cooks and even the cleaners behind the giant kitchen doors-was required to smile at all times.

The resturant actually did quite well from the rich tourists and passer-by, who assumed the food has to be good since it was so expensive. And apart from Lard's Specialties, it was all quite palatable. However, this wasn't enough for Monsieur Lard. More than anything he wanted to become famous. He wanted to be recognised as a great chef.

Sadly for him, this wasn't going to happen. Probably because he was actually known as the worst chef the world has ever known. And the harder he tried, the more repulsive and ridiculous his cooking became. Until one day he made a remarkable discovery, and that discovery was due entirely to Y/N, his niece.

master masterlist 

sincerely, the blue and silver gryffindor masterlist

[bewitchingwitch]

Great Gatsby AU pt.1

So this is the first part of my Great Gatsby au! It’s a reader x Theseus fic and it won’t be as long as Constellations it will probably only be like 5 parts. I know it’s short but I wanted to post something so I hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 1,900

Theseus glanced at you from the corner of his eye. You both were sitting in the Minister's office. She had called you both in for a special mission, and Theseus was thrilled that he got paired with you. He had known you since 4th year in Hogwarts. And he had had the biggest crush on you since forth year.

He met you by chance durning a quidditch game. He was chasing the snitch not bothering to notice where he was going, and the snitch led him into the opposing teams side. He had lept off his broom to catch it and had collided with you knocking you got he floor of the stands.

He had apologized profusely and all you could say to him was I guess you just knocked me off my feet and you winked at him. He remembered turning red and stuttering, unable to form a complete sentence. He hadn't even caught the snitch, his teammates had to come and drag him back into the field. You had just giggled and blew a kiss at him as he resumed playing.

For the rest of the game he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and Hufflepuff ended up losing the game to Gryffindor. Right after the game he  scanned the crowd looking for you. And he had found you only to find that you had a boyfriend and was heartbroken.

Nonetheless you two still did become friends and even after you had broken up with your boyfriend he still couldn't find it in him to ask you out. But he did stay by your side all through Hogwarts and all through Auror training. You both had been stationed at the British Ministry, and even after all these years he could never bring himself to ask you out. He didn't want to ruin your guys friendship so he silently suffered as he watched you flirt with Charles from The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.

He hated Charles with his perfect American boy good looks, with his slicked back blonde hair and blue eyes. He was always flirting with you and you always flirted with him and...

"Mr Scamander. Mr. Scamander can you hear me!" The Minister yelled at him knocking him out of his thoughts.

"I- um. Yes Minister." Theseus blushed at the realization he hadn't actually been listening.

"I'm sure you were." She glared at him and he wanted to sink lower into his chair. "As I was saying you two will be infiltrating the big party Jay Gatsby is having tonight."

"Jay Gatsby? Why isn't he just another harmless, rich and snobby muggle?" You asked as you crossed your arms across his chest.

"Muggle no. Harmless he’s far from it." Theseus answered cutting off the Minister. The minister leaned back in her chair clearly not impressed with Theseus’ interruption. “I’m sorry Minister.”

“No I insist continue since you think you can provide a better explanation to Ms. (y/l/n). Than I, the elected official Minister, can” Theseus turned bright red and cast his eyes downward. You stifled a giggle. Theseus smiled at the though that he had done something to make you laugh. “As I was saying Jay Gatsby is not a muggle he is a wizard.”

“What really?” Your eyes widened in interest. you leaned forward and the hem of your dress slid up and Theseus averted his eyes.

“Do you really think an ordinary muggle would be able to bootleg that much alcohol?” The Minister tosses to Manila folder at Theseus and you. You both took them and opened them up.

“Fair point. And I knew no muggle could be that good looking.” You starred down at the folder that had a picture of Gatsby attached to it. He moved in the picture turning over his shoulder as if the photographer had caught him my surprise. Theseus felt a rush of anger as he watched you admire the picture of Gatsby.

Ahem.” The Minister cleared you out of your fantasy’s about Gatsby. “And normally we don’t intervene in these types of things but Gatsby is becoming hazardous. If he continues scamming muggles at outrages prices he could get caught and expose our world.”

“Your assignment is to attend the party Gatsby is having tonight and bring him back so the ministry can... handle him. You will posing as a couple interested in becoming involved in Gatsby’s scam. You do whatever it takes to bring Gatsby back.” You looked up at the minister and gave her a curt nod.

“We don’t let you down.”

Theseus was over the moon. Sure it was fake but nonetheless he got to pose as your boyfriend even if it was for only one night. And he wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste.

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“Do you think this looks bad?” You twirled around in a blue flapper looking gown.

Theseus was laying down on your bed. He turned to look at you. “As I’ve said to the last 5 outfits you look marvelous.”

You opened your mouth to interject but he cut you off. “And no I’m not just saying that because it’s getting later and we should be there.” He smiled at you the corner of his eyes crinkling. “I sincerely mean it.”

You just rolled your eyes. “I don’t know. I’m trying to match your outfit.”

Theseus looked down at what he was wearing, it was simple black suit with a white dress shirt with a black tie. “Any gown will match I’m wearing black. And I can guarantee any gown you wear will look ten times better on you than I look in this suit.” Theseus propped himself up in one elbow so he could see you clearly.

“Aren’t you a charmer.” You playfully teased.

“Quite.”

You began to take off the dress not bothering this time to go back into the bathroom to change. “W-What are you doing?” Theseus turned completely red as he watched you slide the dress down exposing him to the black lingerie you were wearing.

“What?” You asked innocently.

“Why are you changing out here?” He tugged at the collar of his suit feeling it becoming tight.

“Cause were in a hurry.” You went over to your closet and flipped through your dresses.

“But-“

“Theseus the longer we argue over this the longer I end up taking getting ready.”

Theseus shut his mouth and plopped back down on the bed. He grabbed one of your pillows and placed it in his lap. Why did you do theses things to him? He couldn’t get the image of you out of his head, the way the lingerie hugged your body the way your stomach spilled so eloquently over the edge of you underwear making him want to hug you around the middle. The way the bra pushed up your breasts allowing him to see the stretch marks that decorated right underneath, a pattern that he’d want to spend all morning tracing.

He needed to stop thinking about you like this or else you guys would have a special guest coming with you guys to the party.

“Okay I think this is the one.” Theseus sat up still making sure that the pillow was resting on his lap.

You were now wearing a black gown that stoped at your ankles. It had a deep v neck cut with an intricate silver design. The black stopped right after your hips and the fabric after was tassels. So if you sung your hips enough Theseus could almost see under your dress. Stop that he told himself, he didn’t like the way that dress made him think about you. It felt wrong like you were his to see but without your consent.

But you had worn it because you saw the way he looked and you, and you loved it. The way his eyes scanned your legs up and stopped at your chest. It made you feel special because when he looked at you some part of you knew it wasn’t just out of lust.

“So what do you think.” You smirked and you twirled the dress reveling more and more of your legs.

“I- um it’s- you’re stunning.” He stared at you with an open mouth.

You felt your face heat up. “Thank you.” You’d aid softly as you avert your eyes. You grabbed your coat and made you way to the door. “Are you coming?”

“Yea I am just, give me like 15 minutes I’ll meet you in the car.” He smiled awkwardly hoping that you wouldn’t catch on to why he needed to wait to go.

“Okay.” Complete oblivious you made your way to the car that was parked outside of your apartment. He plopped back down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Theseus joined you exactly 15 minutes later, you were reapplying your lipstick when he got in, he noticed, smirking to himself, and pressed on the gas real quick making your hand drag the lipstick across your chin.

“Theseus!” You shouted as you hit him across his chest.

He chuckled and actually began to drive while you angrily tried to wipe the red off your face. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” He looked over at you giving you a soft smile. You fought not to give him one back but you did.

You arrived at the big mansion to see cars piled on top of one another making it impossible to get in. “This is it?” Your eyes widened as you watched the fireworks explode above the white mansion in awe.

“I believe so.” You guys parked and you took Theseus’ arm he melted into your touch. Your heels clicked on the pavement as you slept walked up watching all sorts of unusual people make their way into the mansion. Circus performers and singer, dancers, one of whom who winked at Theseus making you tingle with jealously.

You walked through the door and the noise surrounded you. There was something going on in every corner of the room. There were flappers dancing around an indoor pool, and trapeze artists swinging from the roof. The entire room seemed to be covered in this pinkish purple smoke. Everything about it made you giddy.

Your eyes wandered to the stairs in the middle of the room. There was a balcony and then the stairs led off to the right and left. Standing on the balcony was a man in a white suit who had his back facing you. Streamer flew past him along with corks from champagne bottles. The roof above him had a sky light that allowed you to see the fireworks.

As he turned you took a sharp breath. It was Jay Gatsby, the colors from the fireworks illuminated his features. He looked around and his eyes seemed to land on you. His blue eyes sparkled. He seemed to smile at you. Theseus glanced over to find you memorized and decided right then and there he hated Jay Gatsby.

Gatsby continued to stare into your soul and you starred without shame back. And you though that his picture didn’t do him justice. He winked and gave a small wave and then disappeared in the doors behind the balcony. It seemed like he was inviting you to come along with him.

You took a step forward and Theseus reached out to grab your hand. “Where are you going.”

“To go find Jay Gatsby.”

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[malereader-inserts]

Nervous

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Ron Weasley x Male!Reader Summary: Ron’s absolutely terrified for you to meet his parents Word Count: 1520 Prompts: 24) “What I feel for you terrifies me.”

You were a happy boy, a Ravenclaw kid who roams the weekend days dressed in flannels that were covered in paint. Your fingers constantly painted with pencil lead and there was always one person who loved all your various looks.

Ron Weasley was a complicated boy, a Gryffindor who was utterly in love with his Ravenclaw boyfriend.

“You look absolutely nervous, what’s wrong?” You questioned.

Ron inspected you, your blue and silver tie loose at your neck whilst your shirt and jumper were rolled up to your elbows. The sunny light beams down at you as you asked with bright eyes and an easy smile.

“Ginny blagged to my parents that I was dating someone and they’re practically dying to meet you,” Ron grumbled, leaning his head back against the wall as he dramatically looks out the window, “Christmas is coming soon, so they want you over.”

“And the problem is...?” You tilted your head to the side, “It’ll be great, Ron! My parents are off visiting my brother in America and it’s cheaper for me not to tag along - I’m staying at Hogwarts for the break.”

Ron looks back at you and he gives you the same look he has been doing for the past year of you two dating each other. You were a soft gentle boy, who cared a lot for Ron and helped him with his studies. You helped Ron become comfortable in his own skin, helped the trio in their adventure and doing their homework when they couldn’t.

“Well, the problem is that my parents don’t know I’m... you know...”

“Ah, the big G word, terrifying right? To come out as if it’s an abnormality,” You scoffed, Ron admired you as he started to smile at your bitterness, “I mean there shouldn’t be fear on your part.”

“Why? Because I’m a Gryffindor, I’m supposed to be brave and fearless?” Ron rolled his eyes and frowned but when you chuckled, he looked at you confused.

You rolled your eyes as you closed your potions book and opened your arms, he hesitated before crawling towards you. His back against your chest, between your legs, stretching slightly down so your chin was leaning down on his head. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as his arms gripped your stronghold. He felt comfortable and safe.

“No, there shouldn’t be fear on your part because we’ve been dating for a year. If you think I would leave you because if your parents don’t approve then you are wrong. Besides, the twins and Ginny loved me, teased me as if I was their own brother during the DA meetings. Hell, even Harry and Hermione approved of me and they’re not even blood.”

You kissed your boyfriend’s hair.

“Plus, from stories, I’ve heard. Your parents sound amazing,” You felt Ron chuckle as you smile, placing your chin against his hair once again, “Anything else you want to get off your chest while we’re here?”

Ron stays quiet for a bit before moving his head to lean against your shoulder, so he could look at you, “If we’re being completely honest, what I feel for you terrifies me.”

Ron was ready to face anger, but you just knitted your eyebrows together and tilted your head to the side, to which his heart probably swelled to a concern.

“Is that so? Explain,” You calmly spoke

“I love you so much that the thought of losing you frightens me, I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone as much as I do.”

Your lips curved upwards, “If that’s so, then I’m absolutely petrified for what I feel for you.”

Ron smiles before stretching up to place a passionate kiss on your cold chapped lips. As you slowly parted, you stare into each other’s eyes longingly. Unknown to both of you, Ginny and Hermione were spying on you two. Internally squealing at the cute moment.

“I think we’re not going to lose each other for a very long time.”

“That’s good enough for me.”

Ron looked outside nervously, as you were asleep on his lap. Hermione and Harry grinned at each other before passing Ron a reassuring look.

“What if-”

“Enough Ronald!” Hermione exclaimed before hushing quickly so it wouldn’t disturb your slumber, “Your parents are very loving and accepting people, and (Y/n) is a wonderful person and loving boyfriend.”

Harry nodded, “I don’t think I ever have seen a couple who’s so in love with each other than you guys.”

Ron nodded as he noticed the station coming ahead, he looks down at you and smiling, you have always made him feel a lot softer than he is. He poked you as you stirred awake. Opening one eye to be greeted with your boyfriend's dorky smile.

“We’re here.” 

You sat up and stretched, Harry and Hermione greeted you before dashing out of the compartment to find Ginny, so they could spill the beans to Mrs and Mr Weasley. Ron looked even more nervous as you pulled down yours and his suitcase.

“You’ll be fine, Ronnie,” You teased before pecking a kiss on his nose and wrapping your Ravenclaw scarf around his neck.

Ron scrunched up his nose before grinning back at you, “We better hurry, I’m terrified what the others could say about us.”

Meanwhile, Ginny gave her parents a massive hug before tackling the twins. Harry and Hermione greeted the Weasley kindly before Molly furrowed her eyebrows.

“Where’s Ron?” 

“Oh, mum, you should see him! He’s so loved up with him,” Ginny sang, teasingly as the group of teenagers snickers, “He’s so kind, mum, so perfect for Ron.”

“Him?” Arthur questioned, confused.

“Ah, (Y/n) coming with us?” Fred asked before grinning at his twin.

“Always loved that boy, excellent for Ronniekins,” George spoke with a grin, but everyone knew that the twins were sincere since they were very protective of Ron early in his relationship with you.

“There! There they are!” Ginny spoke excitedly.

There the ginger parents saw a happy boy jump off the train, a bright grin on your face before they noticed their son following you. Molly and Arthur see their boy wearing a Ravenclaw scarf, instantly thinking that it was yours, and see how nervous Ron looked.

They watched how you teased Ron, who gave you a look and a grin. They observed how you laughed and threw your head back, as Ron beams at you. 

“Don’t be upset just yet, Ron,” You teased, “Just you wait till next year Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor match.”

“Shut up!” Ron exclaims happily as he holds his suitcase and walks by your side, “It’s not my fault that you’re distracting!”

You shake your head as you watched where you were going. You noticed how Ron saw his family and became stiff next to you. Your hand moves to nudge his, which you took that opportunity to intertwine your fingers together. You gave him a reassuring squeeze before walking to his family.

“Hi mum, dad,” Ron mumbles, looking at the sheepishly before looking at you, which his stare completely changes, “This is (Y/n), my boyfriend.”

Molly and Arthur noticed that look before, his son was in love with you and they’ve seen it so many times. Just like in James and Lily Potter. Molly turns to look at you, you smiled friendly and there was a glimmer in your eyes.

“Pleasure to meet you two!” You joyfully greeted.

Molly’s heart swelled, mother knows best and she liked you a lot within the space of two minutes. She engulfs you into a hug, which made you let out a small noise. Arthur joins the hug as Ron’s nervousness wash away and beamed so happily.

“Welcome to the family, (Y/n)!” Arthur exclaims happily patting you on the back, “You have to tell us if Ron is a romantic type of guy.”

“Dad!” Ron whines, but you snicker as you stand by his side.

“I can answer that!” Ginny exclaims, “Ron just loves (Y/n) so much.”

“Shut up,” Ron snaps as you grinned behind Ron.

Arthur looks at you, just like a protective father, was very wary with your intention but the moment he sees the fond look at Ron he knew that you just cared about Ron and that you truly do love him.

“I’d say Ron is a very romantic guy,” You inputted, cheekily grinning at your boyfriend, “He once snuck into the Ravenclaw tower, which by the way is taller than your Gryffindor tower, to get me out of bed so we can have a midnight walk at the lake because the stars reminded him of me.”

Ron blushed red as Harry bumped shoulders with his best friend, his eyes daring for a tease as the Twins went mental with your confession. Molly got excited as she clapped her hands.

“Come on, better get home so our dear (Y/n) can tell more about Ron.” 

The twins disapparated quickly to the burrow, leaving the youngsters with Molly and Arthur, as they began to walk.  You and Ron trailed behind. Hands still interlock as you pressed a careful kiss to his temple.

“Told you it’ll be fine.”

[spidermando]

Oh, Merlin {7.0}

Pairing: Eventually Sirius Black X Reader, Readers!daughter x Fred Weasley

Word Count: 1.6K +

Warnings: NONEEE

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Morgan didn’t believe her mother for one moment and decided she’d have to do the hard work to find out the truth. However, with all the snooping and research Morgan had been doing, Christmas Eve seemed to jump up from behind her. If Ron, Harry and Hermione hadn’t talked about it, she wouldn’t have even realised that Christmas was only hours away. But never the less, she went to bed with a tinge of excitement jumping around in her stomach.

She woke up early the next day to find a pile of presents at the bottom of her bed. She went over to them, quickly gathering them in her arms and taking them to the common room where she could share the experience with all her friends. It didn’t take long for everyone to gather, including Hermione, Harry, Ron, Fred and George. Once everyone was down there, they all collectively tore into their presents. From Harry she’d gotten a ‘Hogwarts: A History’ (she wanted to keep up with Hermione), Ron a large collection of her favourite sweet (chocolate frogs), Hermione a new luxury quill (max accidentally snapped her old one), Mrs. Weasley a yellow jumper with a blue ‘M’ (she pulled it on right away) and Christmas cake, and from Hagrid a black jumper (it was her favourite colour). 

She was meeting with her mother that night to exchange gifts, so she smiled as she looked among her presents- thanking everyone in the room who had gifted something. She then got up, about to head into her bedroom to write a thank you note to Ron’s mum, when she ran into someone. She was halfway up the stairs and fell back slightly, but the person reached forward and pulled her back. 

“Oh- sorry.“ Her eyes caught the blue jumped with a yellow ‘F’ on it, her smile growing as she looked up at the ginger boy. “Hello Fred, merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Morgan.” He grinned as he took his hands away and reached into his pocket. He then handed her a box wrapped in black. Her eyes widen for a moment as they studied the box, hesitantly taking it from him. “I wanted to give it to you in person.”

She continued to study the box, both hands now firmly clasped around it. Her stomach turned as she glanced back up to Fred, only one thing on her mind. “I-I didn’t get you a gift.” Guilt flooded her, how could she have not gotten him something? She wanted to, but last year they didn’t exchange gifts. “I’m sorry.”

He took one long glance at her, his hand coming out to meet hers. Her stomach lurched now, he was going to take the gift back. How had she been so stupid? She must’ve really hurt him.

“It’s okay.” Instead of taking the box like she assumed, he just took her hand and intertwined their fingers. “I didn’t want a gift.” There was a weird tone of sincerity in his voice, making it smooth like honey and warm like a summers day.

“A-Are you sure?” She looked into his eyes now, searching for any sign he was lying. But there were none. 

“Positive.”

Her eyes went back to the box, “I’m still getting you a present. It might just take a while.” 

“You don’t have too,” he watched as she fiddled with the box. 

“I honestly don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t.” She started to tear at the paper. “But I want too.”She then skillfully unwrapped it, meeting a plain white box. She took a silent breath, before flicking the lid up. Her heart instantly melted as she saw it, a gentle blush rising to her cheeks. “Wow,” she breathed out. Inside was a gold necklace, a charm shaped like the golden snitch hanging off it. She’d loved quidditch ever since her mother introduced it, but unlike Harry, she didn’t have the natural skills to be a chaser. “Thank you, Fred.”

Their hands were still somehow intertwined, so she used it as a tool to pull him into her. She then wrapped her arms around his waist, stuffing her face into his chest. “I love it.” She’d said, her voice muffled by the fabric of his bright jumper. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as possible. “It’s alright, love.”

Her heart jumped at the pet name, snuggling further into him. They stayed like that for a while, before someone shouted from downstairs. 

“Fred, where are you?” They instantly jumped apart, giving each other sheepish smiles, before heading in opposite directions. 

Morgan finally went to her room, a feeling of complete and utter bliss filling her. She placed the white box on the end of her bed, reaching around her neck to unclasp the necklace she was currently wearing. She then put the one Fred gifted her on, hand embracing the snitch, as she closed her eyes and let out a deep exhale.When she opened them again, she saw another box on the end of her bed. It wasn’t wrapped but Morgan was sure she hadn’t seen it before. 

Her curiosity getting the better of her, she let go of the necklace and approached the mystery item. Her hand instantly went to her wand, using it as a tool to see if the box would strike back. When it didn’t she reached forward and flicked the lid open. A note slipped out and onto her bed, but her attention was on the contents of the box.Inside sat a silver bracelet, a charm of silver dog and another of a paw hanged from it. She then reached for the letter, flipping it open and re-reading it a few times.

Merry Christmas

Thank you for always taking care of me,

Max.

Could it be possible? How could Max, a large black dog, get into her bedroom without being seen? How did he write the note? When did it even get in here? How had he gotten his hands on a bracelet? Never mind an expensive looking one like this?

Her mind ran a million mile a minute, however, she still reached over and put the bracelet on. He would certainly be getting a visit tonight. After she wrote a letter to Mrs. Weasley and sent it off with Hedwig (with Harrys permission, of course), she made her way back down to the common room. Everyone was still in there, Fred and George in the corner talking while Harry and Ron played exploding snap and Hermione watched. She went and joined the threesome, taking a seat beside Harry.

“Nice necklace, Morgan, who gave it to you?” Harry asked after he stated ‘checkmate.’

Fred and Morgan’s eyes met across the room and some-how she knew not to blurt it out. “That’s for me to know and you to not.”

Ron rolled his eyes, before he caught a glimpse at her wrist. “What about that?”

Another gentle blush rose to Morgan’s cheeks, but she looked down to try and cover it up. “Oh, it’s from my friend Max.

”Morgan felt Fred’s glance snap to her and could just tell his eyebrows were furrowed. In fact, she’s pretty sure everyone looked at her. 

“Who?”

 “My friend…” She finally looked up, seeing as everyone stared at her. “Max,” it came out more like a question.

“Max?” Ron tilted his head, “we don’t know anyone named Max.”

“Yeah, that’s why he’s my-“ She pointed at herself, “friend.”

She spared a peek at Fred and George. One had wide eyes and a slightly tilted head while the other had red brushing up his neck, strained smile and angry, squinted eyes. Guilt flooded her again, Fred was probably thinking that she was seeing someone else. But how would she explain to him that Max was a dog that could read and write?

“I-Uh, I’m going to go down to the hall quickly.” She kept flicking her glaze at Fred, trying to tell him to come with her. But when she stood up, he merely crossed his arms and pouted, his eyes avoiding her. Just as she walked past them and towards the door, she saw George shove his brother and them whisper something inn his ear. Fred looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, but George simply got up and went over to the other three. “Fancy a game of exploding snap, Hermione?”

Morgan was just about to close the Fat Ladies door behind her when she saw Fred stand up from his seat, they made brief eye contact and then he walked in the opposite direction. She expelled a big breath and then closed the door.The Fat Lady saw her face and frowned. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she lied. “Thank you.”

She then went down the hallway and towards the great hall, she’d always found it calming in there. Her hand went to reach for the door handle to push the doors open, when someone else’s hand landed on her shoulder. She jumped a bit, before turning around to face the stranger and was pleasantly surprised to see ginger hair. However, it wasn’t the ginger she wanted to see.“Hello, George.” She greeted him, shining a smile.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Wow, you really can tell us apart.” 

“Of course, I can.”

George shook his head and laughed a little, before going a bit more serious. “Look, Fred really likes you and finding out about this Max guy has really shook him up. I know it’s a bit off character for me, but if you could just explain who Max is to me, I might be able to sort something out.” 

“Thank you,” she brought her arms to the sides of her arms, rubbing them through her jumper. “Honestly, I don’t know who Max is. I only knew him as a dog that I give food to and sit with.” She shrugged, “but I’m starting to think he may be an Animagus. I found this,” she pointed at her bracelet, “in my room with a note. He said, ‘thanks for always taking care of me.’ But I’ve never actually seen him in human form before.”

George nodded, “so, he must be a part of Gryffindor.”

“I should think so, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to drop it off in my room.”

Morgan then cleared a few more things up for George. Finally, when they were in a mutual understanding George said goodbye. “I’ll go talk to Fred.” And then he left her in the hallway, heading back to the common room.

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[jimlingss]

A Serpent’s Flower [1/2]

CO-WRITTEN WITH @dovechim

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Read the Sequel - Sowing a Sapling: Part 1

Words: 16.2k Genre: Fluff, Smut, Smidgen of Angst, Hogwarts!AU, ??!AU Summary: The wizarding community has learned from its past mistakes, sure, but that doesn’t mean that house rivalries aren’t still an issue. What transpires between you and a certain Park Jimin seems to go far beyond just house enmity though - it’s downright personal, and one might even say you go out of your way to torment him. But when a love potion gone awry, it may just force you to walk in his shoes. 

Warnings: Male masturbation, unprotected sex, mentions of sex toys.

“That’s twenty points docked from Hufflepuff.”

The first year student begins to sob. His tears dribble down his cheeks to soak the yellow scarf around his neck. You grimace in distaste. Weaklings, the entire house is a disgrace.

But she’s not alone, however, since her housemates - third years, by the looks of their acne blemished skin and awkward, half broken voices - start to voice their protest. “H-how is that fair?!”

“Do not question my authority.” You snap back, gathering your emerald cloak about your figure in slow, deliberate movements to remind them just who they’re talking to. From your superior height, you make sure to stare down at the youngest of them with such intense disgust that even Salazar Slytherin would be proud. “Ten more points docked. Keep talking and I’ll keep going.”

The Hufflepuff children seal their lips, the younger ones diverting their eyes to the ground and the older ones glaring at you with sharpened pupils. You whip around, letting your robes slice through the air in a sharp motion as the green shade burns into the back of their vision.

“That is so not fair…”

“She h-hates us,” the other traumatised little first year is sobbing incoherently.

“You’re not wrong there,” a second year mutters back, patting the crying boy and attempting to soothe him. A Gryffindor walking past snickers under his breath and a Ravenclaw continues to bury her head in her Muggle Studies textbook.

“It’s not us she hates...” A fifth year shudders out and he looks towards the blue sky. “It’s our Head of House….”

“Professor Park.”

*//*

Contrary to popular belief, you love to teach. Potions has always been your speciality, and in some aspects, it suits your personality to a tee. The amount of precision needed, attention to detail, and most of all, patience, are all attributes that make you one of the best Potions Masters of your time.

You sigh and lean in your hard backed chair, massaging your temples. Your office is the only place where you can get a little respite from all those rowdy little children, and all the better since you’d long ago placed a Jelly-Legs Jinx upon the threshold to whoever dared trespass.

With the curtains drawn and the portraits asleep, it lulls you into a sense of contentment. You briefly watch your pencils sharpen themselves on your desk, the rhythmic sounds of metal against the oak coloured wood serving as white noise as you flip through a stack of completed assignments.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Come in.” You mumble underneath your breath, halfway through marking the written portions of the most recent experiment. The door hinges swing open gently and for a moment, it seems as if the sun itself has graced you with its presence.

It’s a blindingly bright shade, one that sears to the back of your own irises. It reminds you of amber flickering flames on a cold winter’s night, marigold and daffodil flowers that filled verdant fields of your childhood home. It’s the sand at the beaches, the lemons of your grandmother’s muggle farm and the gold jewelry she carefully stowed away in boxes for future generations. It’s the icing on the cupcake, the hue that reminds you of happiness...of kindness…

And of Park Jimin.

Hence, you despise the colour yellow.

“Good evening, Professor ___.” Jimin is nothing short of respectful as he greets you. His silver hair and sharp jawline is a striking mismatch to the house that he belongs to. He almost looks like a Slytherin, if you did say so yourself, but the thought of it immediately makes you want to hurl in disgust at yourself for tarnishing the great name of Salazar Slytherin. But the gentle aura, rounded cheeks and crinkled eyes, the colour of his robes tells you that there’s no better place where he belongs.

But then your eyes drift to the two students flanking him. You recognize Min Yoongi, a third year student and Lee Kihoon, a second year student, both from your house. You’d dealt with their mischief more than a couple of times already, which explains your familiarity with them. But with the pile of scripts sitting in front of you still waiting to be assessed, you can’t help but feel your fingers twitch in irritation at the silver haired man who’s currently puffing out his chest, arms folded and appearing indignant.

Hufflepuffs and their sense of justice. They’re no different than those god forsaken Gryffindors, really, just with a tad more self preservation.

The two students are held by the back of their shirt collars and forced to plop down into the two seats in front of you. “I caught these two in the corridor just now, engaging in a… well, why don’t you tell your Head of House exactly what you were doing.”

You cock an eyebrow up at the undercurrent of anger that accompanies his usually mild, easygoing tone. Yoongi scratches the back of his neck and inhales sharply, embarrassment written in every single line of his body, but the stubborn snake refuses to show even a hint of weakness. Just as a Slytherin should. You can barely stop yourself from smirking in satisfaction. Yoongi was always one of your favourite students, after all. “Well, go on, boy.”

“It’s not my fault.” The blonde shrugs nonchalantly, having absolutely no qualms about throwing his friend under the bus. “Kihoon was the one who suggested it.”

“Hey!” Kihoon protests but at your hardened glare, they stop bickering, quieting down immediately. “I-..we...both spilled water in the hallway and..uh...used the freezing charm.”

“And how many slipped on the ice and got injured?” Jimin interrupts and then looks straight at you. “Ten kids! Ten of them! They’re all in the infirmary and one person almost broke their neck!”

You sigh internally, rolling your eyes heavenwards as you eye Park Jimin with a sort of disinterest. What could he possibly want you to do? Bringing a matter as trivial as this to your attention, when it could have easily been handled on the spot like that. This is why Hufflepuff is a disgrace - their Head of House is such a bumbling, incompetent fool.

Taking your time to glare at the two students in emerald robes, a small jolt of satisfaction soothes your vexation just a smidgen when you see them cower before you. They visibly gulp at your menacing aura and you lean back in your chair. Jimin taps his foot and waits for you to utter anything at all. Silence weighs heavily in the air, as both your students and Park Jimin are hanging onto your every single breath. “Alright...I think they’ve learned their lesson.”

“Excuse me?” Park Jimin’s eyes widen in disbelief, and he looks as if he’s about to protest.

“I’ll just dock off three points from Slytherin house. And don’t do that again, boys. Do you understand me? This is my final warning to you both.”

“We understand.” Kihoon dips his head, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips. This is not the first time he’s been issued a final warning. “I’m sincerely sorry, madam.”

Jimin’s mouth is wide open, “that’s it?”

Yoongi shoots you a lazy little smirk in appreciation as well, reaching to adjust the knot of his silver and emerald striped tie. “I believe we should be going now, Professor Park. Kihoon and I have to get to class.”

The two children quickly leave the room and as you’re packing your belongings to prepare for the next period, Jimin lingers. You lift your eyes. “Yes?”

“Do you know what you’ve just done?” He crosses his arms and despite looking stern, the Hufflepuff only looks irritably cute with his pout. Even a house elf would be more aggressive and frightening than him. You wonder how he manages to stay on top of discipline in his own house at all, being the pushover that he is.

“You’ve undermined my authority, Professor ___. As two professors of equal status, I expected the punishment to be harsher. I hope you’re not favouring those students because they belong to your house.”

“They’re my students.” You bite back, ignoring the way his eyes are glittering with indignance, and how they resemble two orbs burning bright. “I get to discipline them however I see fit. Don’t undermine my authority.”

The pair of you stare at each other. Despite your best intimidating glare that would have sent even the strongest Death Eater themselves cowering, Park Jimin is unaffected, and it leaves you a little uneasy. He doesn’t even appear angry or remotely annoyed at you. Instead, he looks at you with a sort of defeated resignation, such a far cry from his usual bright and cheerful self that you feel a little disconcerted.

You clear your throat hastily. “Are you going to move? I need to leave.”

“Oh…” He shuffles back. “Sorry.”

You brush past him in a rustle of emerald robes, leaving him to scamper after you as the door to your office slams shut. Professor Park is left in the dust as you strut down the hallway, not looking back once.

Once you turn the corner, you let out a sigh you didn’t even know you’d been holding. Park Jimin is an incompetent fool, too kind-hearted and generous for the rigorous job of Head of House. You shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind, but it’s no use. The burnished gold of his robes has been imprinted into your mind, and you spite the foolish kindness that he displayed to you.

He’s spineless. Unfit for the job. Weak.

*//*

“Afternoon, ___, hope your classes went well?”

You settle into your seat at the oval shaped meeting table beside Kim Namjoon, Arithmancy Professor and also Ravenclaw’s Head of House. The brunette man in his rounded spectacles has always been rather pleasant for you to chat with. His high intelligence doesn’t make it a headache to converse with, unlike some fools you know.

The room is already mostly filled with teaching staff for the monthly progress meeting, and you smile back at him in response. Just as you’re about to answer, a boisterous voice cuts in.

“Oohhh! The Ice Empress smiled! Won’t that melt your unfailingly cold heart or something?” Kim Taehyung grins from ear to ear as he waits for your scathing response, and you have half a mind not to humour him.

Being Gryffindor’s Head of House, he always has a way of getting right under your skin, and not in a good way. You’d tried to look past the typical house rivalry, you really did, but something about him just rubs you the wrong way. You’d rather not interact with him at all.

If you had an extermination list, which you may or may not legitimately have, Kim Taehyung would be on the top of the list.

“I don’t know about you, but some of us don’t have the emotional range of a teaspoon, you know?” You shoot back, but as always, your barbed comments do nothing to dim the enthusiasm in his eyes. If anything, it only serves to encourage him further.

“You’re so sexy like this, madam ___.” Taehyung wiggles his brows up and down. You muse that the scarlet colour of his clothes is rather convenient. If you were to kill him, it wouldn’t stain too badly. “You should yell at me more. I love the sass.”

You drop down across from him, the tip of your want being pulled out from your sleeve. You’re about to mutter a silencing charm but-

“Ladies and gentlemen, please! I beg of you!”

A frazzled looking raven haired man cuts in from his position at the head of the table, and he appears as stressed as he sounds. “What did I say about House Unity? We can’t have the Heads fighting amongst ourselves if we want to set a good example for the students.” Jeon Jeongguk pushes his full moon spectacles higher on the bridge of his nose as his eyes scan over each and every face. His hair is absolutely wild, pixie dust and strings of cotton attached to the strands. Past the glasses and doe orbs, you find anxiety and panic.

The room quiets down in response, waiting for him to go on.

“Now, I believe we should start this meeting before the next Wizarding War breaks out,” he chuckles hysterically a little at his own joke, although no one else in the room seems to find it funny. You wonder if he’s losing his mind. Jeongguk clears his throat and continues. “Hoseok, why don’t you start us off? How have your Charms classes been going lately? Any problem with the OWLs?”

It’s mostly the same thing every month. There’s nothing new and you find yourself peering around the room in slight boredom as you wait for your turn to come. As your eyes survey the other end of the table, they lock upon another pair of caramel glazed ones, and you freeze in your seat.

Park Jimin doesn’t flinch under your stone cold gaze, and for the second time that day you find yourself a little unnerved at how unintimidated he is. Hufflepuffs are pushovers, right?

Then why isn’t he backing down?

“...Professor ___?” You blink, and the spell is broken. You immediately snap back into reality, only to realise that the entire room is waiting for your report.

“O-oh, right,” you clear your throat in an attempt to mask the slight tremor in your voice, even as you avoid Park Jimin’s gaze from across the room. It’s unlike you or any Slytherin to become flustered.

You regain your natural composed state in less than half a second. “My students are on track to taking their OWLs, and there are a few promising individuals who show interest in doing Potions at a higher level. Although…”

Your voice trails off as your gaze is reluctantly drawn back to the silver haired man across from you. “There was an incident earlier this term. A few of my students got injured while making the Draught of Living Death. The cause, as it turns out, was due to a few faulty ingredients, namely from the Herbology gardens…”

The effect is almost like a whiplash, every head at the table turns toward Park Jimin as he receives the brunt of your glare, but still, he doesn’t back down.

“U-um, well, Professor Park, d-do you have anything to say about this?” Jeongguk can almost feel the tension in the air, even as he withers under your gaze that isn’t directed at him. He knows all too well how things will go, because it’s like this every meeting. First, Park Jimin will respond with an acerbic bite-

“Well, last I checked, the Potions Masters are the ones responsible for harvesting their own ingredients for their students.”

-then you’ll match him blow for blow-

“And last I checked, Professor Park, it was the Herbology Professor’s responsibility to cultivate only the finest specimens for our students.”

-and it goes on until someone steps in. Jeongguk glances around the room in mounting desperation, most of his staff look bored or have already begun chatting with one another, leaving him to be the only one privy to the full out bickering in front of him.

Jeongguk sighs, massaging his temples as he gathers every single ounce of courage that he possesses. “This won’t do.”

Thanks to his position of authority, the two of you become silenced, and Jeongguk thanks his lucky stars because were he not Headmaster, he doesn’t think he could withstand that piercing, intimidating gaze of yours. “I won’t stand this any longer. Every single meeting we have, the two of you take as an opportunity to go at each other’s throats. You’re going to have to find a way to resolve this, or I will.”

His threat hangs in the air, and you swallow hard, raising your voice to protest. “Headmaster, it clearly isn’t my fault…!”

Jimin rolls his eyes from across the table, having heard this line way too many times. “Yeah, it never is, is it?”

“What exactly are you insinuating, Professor Park?” Your hackles are raised again, and you tighten your hands into fists. “The safety of our students is not on my shoulders alone. If you do not accept at least partial responsibility for what has happened, then I think you’re unfit for this job.”

“If you are that concerned with the safety of the children within this castle, then you would discipline your own kids first. Being biased towards students depending on the house they belong to is unjust discrimination. Your favoritism is harmful-”

“Excuse me?!” You scoff out. “If you have the audacity to accuse me of such things, then I think your time is better spent working on your own disciplining skills. I have an important subject to teach, Professor Park. I cannot sit around all day to help you reprimand delinquents. You may have the time but I do not.”

Taehyung raises his brow at your remark and he takes a long sip of his drink that you swear is secretly butterbeer. Namjoon is reading over his written report but seems impressed with your biting response. Jimin frowns, a flash of hurt appearing over his face and for a moment, you feel guilty for what you’ve said.

It only lasts a single second, however.

“If you are indicating that herbology is not as important as potions, then I fear we have another discussion, ___.”

Jimin doesn’t address you under the respectful title of professor or madam and you laugh mirthlessly. As you begin to stand up, the Headmaster lets out another long suffering sigh.

Children. He’s working with a bunch of children. Sooner or later he’s going to have to make the two of you have a time out in the naughty corner or a time out chair, or else-

“PROFESSORS!” He bellows, and the two of you glance at him. “Now, since you can’t get along like the mature adults that you are…” He clasps his hands together to hide the slight tremor in anticipation of your reaction. “I’ve decided that the two of you should combine classes. Not only would it foster a better working relationship between the two of you, I feel like it would go a long way in promoting some much needed House Unity as well.”

House Unity - It’s been Jeongguk’s motto ever since he’s been working as Headmaster for three months. He may be lost and an utter mess but in every conversation, he’s been advocating for his one and only message. House Unity. It haunts you at every single meeting and encounter you have with him, and sometimes, you have to admit that you voluntarily pick a fight with the other Houses just to piss him off.

Inwardly, Jeongguk is cringing, ready for your striking blow that should come any minute now, when in actual fact, all of this is ridiculous, he’s the fucking Headmaster for Merlin’s sake, he shouldn’t be this afraid of a measly little Potions Master-

“I. Will. Not. Have. It.” You punctuate each word with your fist on the table, and Jeongguk has to stop himself from flinching on reflex. Taehyung curls inwards and Namjoon finally looks up. You’ve somehow managed to regain the attention of all the sleepy professors around.

“If I am able to speak, I don’t believe this is the right course of action.” Jimin responds kindly and eloquently with a smile, coaxing the Headmaster. You roll your eyes at his idiotic gesture. “It would be more fitting if Professor ___ and I would discuss our own matters privately.”

Jeongguk is almost at his wits end as you glare at him and Jimin merely smiles back. The kindness pisses you off even further, darkening your expression into a murderous look. If you wouldn’t get fired for it, Jeongguk is sure you’d leap over the table and claw the Hufflepuff’s eyes out. But the Headmaster is pleasantly surprised. He never thought Jimin could hold his own against you. Even Taehyung wouldn’t be able to challenge you to this extent.

To be quite frank, Jeongguk feels that he, himself, can’t argue more than a sentence against you without it making him feel like he’s about to burst into tears.

“I’m the Headmaster, so my word is final,” Jeongguk clenches his jaw, and for the first time since the Dark Lord was defeated, he actually fears for his life when you turn that murderous gaze upon him. He thinks you’d make a pretty good Death Eater, actually. “A-and that’s all for today, meeting dismissed, see you all next month!”

He runs for the door with his tail between his legs.

*//*

It may be quite irrational for you as a Slytherin to be hostile towards a Hufflepuff.

Jimin has never particularly committed any crime against you that has been audacious or cruel. You even went to school with him for seven years, granted, only sharing a few classes and never an exchange of words. Kim Taehyung, the head of Gryffindor, is the one who you should despise with every bone in your body. But there’s something about Park Jimin that gets under your skin.

It’s the unrestrained kindness that you cannot understand or begin to wrap your mind around. No matter what venomous words you may spit out to the man adorning the colour of yellow, he always treats you with benevolence and courtesy. There’s not an ounce of hatred in his eyes and his smile drips with tender sweetness and tolerance. It’s something you can never do.

Sometimes you wonder if Professor Park is just plain stupid.

“Alright children, take your seats.” You join him at the front of the room, the sweltering greenhouse causing sweat beads to accumulate at your hairline. “Today and for the next few weeks, we’ll be combining herbology and potions classes.”

There are a few puzzled and incredulous looks exchanged amongst the students, mostly the Slytherins, but the other half of the room seems genuinely excited to have Professor Park around. It’s not classified information that he’s the better-liked teacher. You prefer to rule with an iron fist while he likes to hand out flowers to everyone and shower them in compliments.

“There a lot of similarities between the two subjects.” Jimin speaks up with a grin, “most of the potion ingredients used are part of magical plants and we’re going to teach you how the entire process from just a mere seed-” Within his palm, a seed appears and all the first year students lean over with glistening eyes and a ‘woah’. “-to a potion.”

A purple cloud and a ‘poof’ later, he’s sloshing electric blue liquid in a phial. As you discreetly roll your eyes, Jimin basks in the applause he receives. “Listen up, this assignment for the next weeks is going to count for forty percent of your grade, so take it seriously or you’ll fail my class.”

Immediately all the children sit back down in their chairs, smiles vanishing without a trace, posture straight and hands folded on top of the wooden table like you’ve trained them to do. Jimin, obviously a little perturbed by the sudden dip in the previously charged atmosphere, glances at you from the corner of his eye, biting his plush bottom lip.

You ignore him, keeping your gaze trained on the row of Hufflepuffs before you as they tremble slightly under your scrutiny. “We are going to be making a Pompion Potion. Does anyone know what that is?”

A girl instantly jolts her entire arm up. You call upon her name and she answers in a heartbeat, “it’s a potion that temporarily turns the drinker’s head into a pumpkin.”

“Correct. Five points to Ravenclaw.” You twist on your feet and a Gryffindor swallows nervously. “Can anyone tell me what are the ingredients to make the potion?” You stop in front of a Hufflepuff who has his head down, eyes boring into the sheet of blank parchment before him in order to avoid meeting your incendious gaze. “What’s your name?”

“K-Kim….S-Seokjin.”

Upon hearing the boy’s name, Jimin immediately recognizes the student, recalling him to be one of the more playful and outspoken ones of his year. Typically he’s a boisterous, rambunctious mess, sporting dark fluffy hair that refuses to be tamed, but under your intimidation, he’s reduced to nothing more than a meek, shell of his former self.

“Tell me, Seokjin. What are the ingredients?”

“D-dittany-”

“Wrong.” You immediately cut in, like a vulture swooping down for its prey. “Ten points taken away from Hufflepuff.”

Seokjin can only bite his lip in consternation, and even from across the room, Jimin can see that he’s bravely trying to hold his tears back. He quirks his eyebrow at your unusually harsh punishment.

You spare Seokjin one more scathing glance before turning away, internally regretting asking the class this at all. Clearly none of them did their prescribed reading, but you’ll be damned if you have to give in and answer your own question like a bumbling fool.

“Can anyone else answer?” The same girl from earlier raises her hand but you turn towards the Slytherin side of the class, hoping that at least your house won’t let you down too badly. “Tell me.”

“Flitterby Moth, Bouncing Bulb and….Foxglove. In that order...” A boy with round glasses sitting in the back pipes up.

“Correct. Fifteen points to Slytherin.” A hint of a smile tugs at your lips at his answer, and the boy grins smugly in response. “You must crush the flitterby moth, stir it clockwise until it turns green, not blue. Then, the plant is grounded and poured into the cauldron until it’s red and we add the foxglove. The result is an orange colour.”

There's a flurry of action that bursts within the classroom as the students reach for their quills and parchment, scribbling down your instructions. Returning back to the front of the classroom, you glance over at Jimin before giving him a taciturn nod. Your part of the lecture is over, at least for now.

He patiently waits for them to finish writing, when you would have proceeded on with the next part nevertheless. Irritation bubbles up in your chest as you watch the way he beams at the class, and you swear you can even see some students slow their hurried scribbling when they realise you’re not actively interrogating them any more.

Jimin gestures to the rows of neatly lined up red brick pots at the front of the classroom. “This is a Bouncing Bulb seed. When it’s mature, it bounces around but it’s easier to handle when it’s young so each of you don’t have to worry. Professor Jung will teach you the Fire-making spell which is used to wither the plant.”

His golden robes glisten in the sunlight piercing through the glass ceiling and his smile is blazing, even as his eyes travel the span of the room, taking in the worried expressions on some of the student’s faces. “I don’t want any of you to become anxious over this assignment. Professor ___ and I will be here every single step of the way. You will tend to your plant until it’s mature enough to be made into a potion.”

The children nod and upon his instructions, move to take their pots and seeds. You and Jimin had debated beforehand and after two hours of bickering, the plan had been set. Today, the kids would be planting their seeds before decorating their own pots.

At first, you told him the idea of paints and art was ridiculous, adding no value to the actual subject of Potions or even Herbology whatsoever, but he insisted, arguing that it would help instill in them “a sense of individuality”, or whatever he called it. Park Jimin may be a Hufflepuff, but he doesn’t back down from an argument, and you find that his persistence has worn you down considerably.

Pick your battles, ___. A Hufflepuff somehow manages to spill an entire bottle of red paint all over herself and the floor, so you take in a deep breath, reminding yourself that you love your job, you love your job, you love your job-

A knock on the door interrupts you, and you frown when a familiar blonde head appears in the doorway.

“Min Yoongi. What are you doing here? Do you not have class to attend to?”

“He doesn’t.” Jimin grins and throws his arm over the Slytherin third year student who is visibly sulking. “Yoongi, here, has become my assistant for this class. I found out that he has a free period and he’s willing to help me every single day until it’s over. Isn’t that right, Min Yoongi?”

He makes a strangled noise at the back of his throat, making eye contact with you as he desperately pleads for you to somehow get him out of this situation. You glance over at the rows of children behind you, giggling and shouting as they play fight over the paints, sighing internally.

You and me both, buddy.

You wonder if this is Jimin’s new disciplining technique, but you can’t dismiss Yoongi without it being a blatant undermining of Jimin’s authority. So you have no choice but to shrug wordlessly.

“Well go on,” Jimin pats the Slytherin’s shoulder. “Go forth and help your fellow first years.”

Yoongi begrudgingly plops down next to the student you recognize as Seokjin.

“Lovely day to teach, isn’t it, Professor ___.” Jimin turns to a batch of potted Asphodel, running his fingers gently over the alabaster lily petals as they shudder under his touch. He seems completely at home in the tiny little greenhouse, the humidity not even bothering him a tiny bit, only resulting the translucent glow of his dewy skin. “I do find your teaching very…”

“You have an issue with it?” You’re quick to jump down his throat, immediately taking the offensive as a reflex action.

“It’s peculiar.” He says with a soft smile, leaving you behind as he turns to the rose bushes right next to him. The Hufflepuff Head of House produces a small pair of gardening shears from his pocket, snipping a rose from one of the growing vines, cutting off all the thorns. “Flower?”

The man hands it to you without allowing you to reject his offer.

The thin, delicate stem is a rich shade of green, perhaps beryl or jade. An enticing, temptingly sweet yet delicate and light scent wafts from its deep ruby stained petals. But the moment your fingers grip around the stem, the scarlet hue morphs into a bisque and bright yellow.

You gaze at it before flickering your orbs upwards. “How?”

He grows sheepish and shrugs casually, going back to tending to his garden. “I cross bred it with some other things and tested a few spells. The flower alters based on the person’s favourite colour.”

Your heart hammers against your chest.

You laugh. “That’s impossible.”

Jimin gives you a knowing look, and it feels as if he’s crawled right under your skin with just a single glance, gained access to some intimate part of you that you keep heavily guarded; it feels as if he’s unraveled you just like that. He gives you a small little smile, harmless and innocent on the surface, but then again, nothing about Park Jimin is as you thought.

But then he shrugs nonchalantly. “Is it?”

Before you can snap back a harsh retort about how inaccurate his silly little plant is, a Gryffindor comes bouncing up to the pair of you. “I have a question, sir and madam. If we must focus on one particular part with this project, shall it be the potions aspect or the plant? I want to train for my Quidditch match and-”

“Of course, the end result is the most important.” You tell her immediately. “If the potion works then that’s all that matters.”

“I’d like to disagree with that with all due respect, Professor ___. The potion can be spoiled but a plant is a life and needs to be taken seriously. A potion can be remade or fixed and it does not require as much time as the plant.”

You chortle in disbelief and the Gryffindor student is left in the middle of the argument. All the children in the room stop their art project to turn around and stare. Yoongi listens in amusement while Seokjin widens his eyes. A Ravenclaw kid facepalms at why a Gryffindor would ask such an idiotic question.

“Are you saying that they should start a potion with the intention to ruin it completely, Professor Park?” You cross your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes into slits, and usually this is when most people would relent and let you have your way.

But Park Jimin doesn’t recognise the signs of danger at all, doesn’t seem to realize that you’re a coiled snake, ready to strike. “No, what I’m saying is, we should value the life of a plant over something as inanimate as a potion.”

“Is that so? Well, then I shall have you know, that the art of Potions Making is in itself a life form, and…”

Neither of you seem to be backing down from this, and the argument only grows more and more intense, till it threatens to engulf the entire room with the heat of your rivalry with each other. The first years shift in their seats, eyes darting back and forth between the two of you, and even Yoongi starts to fidget a little as well.

Never have they seen the loving Professor Park in such a heated quarrel, and they’re secretly afraid for their beloved Head of House as they watch him go head to head with you. Even witnessing your venomous glare from the sidelines makes them dread to ever be on the receiving end, and it’s in that frozen state they remain till the bell chimes to signal the end of class.

“We need to do something.” Yoongi mutters and Seokjin slowly nods.

The innocent first year Hufflepuff student tips his head to the side, “like what?”

The thought of having to assist Professor Park in this class every single week for the rest of the semester has Yoongi incredibly annoyed, he’s supposed to be taking a nice long nap right about now. If only there was a way to somehow end this collaboration between the two of you...

A smirk grows on his face and Jin quietly begins to scoot away, only to have the older one throw his arm over his shoulder casually, stopping him from any further movement. A slow, malicious little smirk spreads across the older’s lips, one that makes sends shivers down the younger boy’s spine. “I’ve got just the plan.”

*//*

“Do you not understand the meaning of crush, kid?” Yoongi exhales through his nostrils in an attempt to keep a hold of the last remaining shreds of his rapidly vanishing patience. “When you crush something, you do it like this-”

Yoongi slams the handle of his knife into the chopping board, smashing the root of the poor plant so that its juices seep out copiously. Seokjin flinches at the older boy’s violent aggressiveness, but tries his best to remain put as he watches Yoongi drip the plant’s essence into the cauldron.

Once the peppermint is in the cauldron, it morphs into a green shade. The Slytherin takes a look at the pages of the ancient textbook he stole from the back of the library and he mutters underneath his breath.

“What are you adding now?” Jin blinks innocently, watching as Yoongi throws a handful of pearl dust and a cup of moonstone. “What’s that? What are you putting in? Why is it turning orange? When are you putting in the rose thorns?”

“Shut it.”

There are numerous variations of the potion and it’s an advanced one for that matter. It also doesn’t help that Yoongi’s doing something someone twice his age would be learning and that there is no one true recipe out of the millions of variations. The concoction was banned from an incident years prior and he had to scour the dusty bookshelves in order to find the ingredient list.

The Slytherin is a rather courageous fellow but he was still sweating, hidden in the Room of Requirements, on edge from every single noise outside. He had stolen the materials and the equipment. Yoongi isn’t scared of many things, his mom and maybe a zombie apocalypse. You were certainly on the top of his list, however.

“Is it done?” Jin shoves his nose close to the cauldron and coughs from the intense floral scent. It’s glittering in a shade of bright pink, foaming and nearly oozing off the sides. “It looks…”

The third year student unwraps the food he’s stolen from breakfast and he drops it into the shining liquid. The bread soaks up the pink and in the next second, appears completely untouched, bobbing above the cauldron.

“Listen, kid, so you’ll take this,” Yoongi shoves the two pumpkin pastries into the younger boy’s hands. “And deliver it to both Professors. Alright? You know where their quarters are?”

“N-no,” Seokjin glances down at the two items in his hands, eyes widening as he realises the severity of the crime he’s about to commit. He only thought he was going to be a bystander, maybe a sidekick. Jin begins to sweat profusely.

Yoongi sighs. He should have just done this entire thing on his own, except it wouldn’t be wise because then he wouldn’t have a scapegoat should things go wrong. “Their sleeping quarters are connected to their offices. Professor ___’s office is in the Dungeon Corridor and Professor Park’s is before the kitchen, near the basement. It’s relatively close, only one staircase away.”

“I-I…”

He cocks his eyebrow up and stares at the quivering eleven-year-old. “You don’t think you can do it?”

“I…” Jin begins to cry, tears marking his cheeks. “I don’t want to kill them.”

His voice increases significantly in pitch as he considers the various consequences that could befall the two Professors, and while he doesn’t particularly like you, he doesn’t want to see you die either. “I can’t kill them!”

“No, you idiot!” Yoongi laughs, unable to believe that the Hufflepuff truly thought he was evil enough to murder his two professors. “Were you not paying attention?! This is a love potion, Amortentia, specifically. Look, stop asking questions. I know this might be too much for your tiny brain to handle, but you just have to do your part and make sure they get this. Alright?”

If someone else was here, they’d tell Yoongi off for bullying the boy into doing it.

But no one’s here and a smirk begins to grow on the Slytherin’s face when he sees every detail of the Hufflepuff and how he’s breaking down. “O-okay.”

“Great! Now go! And remember, if you fail, we’re gonna get expelled.”

Jin’s face blanches but he’s pushed out of the room before he can make even the slightest squeak.

*//*

The first part of the task doesn’t prove to be of much difficulty.

After standing outside his Head of House’s door for what seems like an eternity, Seokjin finally gathers the courage to rap his knuckles on the sturdy oakwood. Immediately, it swings open, revealing the kind, bright smile of his Professor, still dressed in his golden robes even though it was outside of class hours.

Upon seeing the tiny little boy on his doorstep with messy black hair and a slight frown decorating the space between his eyebrows, Jimin grows a little concerned. “Seokjin, is there anything I can do for you? Are things going okay? Have you been keeping up with your subjects? Do you need any help? I can try my hardest to assist you in anything you need. I’m not the best at Astronomy but I think I could help you in that too.”

Professor Park’s deluge of concern only weakens his resolve and makes the lump in his throat grow larger. Merlin, he was really going to hell for this, were there even eleven year olds in hell? Seokjin didn’t know. “Ac-actually, Professor, I made this for you…”

It’s only then that Jimin notices the glazed, golden brown pastry that rests upon a paper plate in Seokjin’s grasp, still hot and steaming. Jimin gasps lightly and he grins as the pastry on the paper plate slides onto his desk. “You made this? How did you know my favourite flavour is pumpkin?”

“I made it in my transfiguration class.” Jin rubs his sweaty palms together and he swallows hard, wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his robe. “I-It was originally an apple.”

“Very impressive.” Professor Park smiles and picks up the plate, bringing the pastry closer to in order to sample it’s enticing, savoury scent. Seokjin’s eyes widen as he suddenly wonders if Professor Park’s keen sense of smell, honed from years of working with plants and herbs, might detect ingredients that are definitely not supposed to be in a pumpkin pastry.

But the older man replies with nothing but a distant hum. “It smells quite delicious. I’m even more happy that you wanted to share with me. Five points for Hufflepuff.”

“T-thank you, sir.” Jin holds his bottom lip in between his teeth, taking even breaths in order to keep his tears at bay. “I-I….”

“If there isn’t anything else, it’s getting quite late. You should return to your common room now before you get in trouble with one of the Prefects.” Jimin smiles, eyes crinkling into crescent moons as he beams at his student. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to enjoy this with some tea before heading to bed tonight.”

Jin’s about to crack. He feels the wails rip through his throat and his eyes are watering up. The guilt is too much and it feels like a monster, eating at his flesh, screaming out in pain. But then, the boy remembers the older student.

“And remember, if you fail, we’re gonna get expelled.”

The word ‘expelled’ echoes and reverberates in the hollows of his mind. Expelled. The cackles of the Slytherin rings in his ears. Expelled. It haunts him and he finds apparitions of his parents faces, crying and shaking their heads in disappointment as he hauls his luggage home. Expelled.

He braces himself with the courage of a Gryffindor. “O-okay.”

As Kim Seokjin leaves the room and the door shuts behind him...he runs.

This time, it’s not from the usual fear or terror. The adrenaline courses through his veins and he laughs to himself at what he’s done. He runs down the hallway, darting through the other students. Jin is on top of the world, completely invincible. He doesn’t care that Yoongi might be polluting his innocent mind. Seokjin feels powerful. Nothing could stop him now-

“Come in.”

-except for you.

The scarlet rose is in a thin vase on your dark oak desk. You’ve been transfixed by it for the entire evening, unable to finish grading any assignments. Every time you touch the flower, laid a single finger or even grazed your skin against the stem, the petals ripple back into a shade of golden yellow.

But for now, you’ve managed to shatter the reverie. “Is there something you need?”

Seokjin would pee his pants on any other day. He would probably soil himself, standing alone in your office plunged in darkness, in front of your pointed gaze. The Hufflepuff, however, is still riding on his adrenaline and he clenches his fist before he can back down. There’s no choice.

“Madam, I would like to apologize for my mishap earlier. I made this in Transfiguration class and thought you would like it.” He lays down the pastry on your desk and steps back. “Please enjoy it.”

You hum, not paying any mind as your quill circles mistakes on a Ravenclaw’s parchment. “If you have so much time as to attempt to appease me with home cooking, I believe your time is better spent studying to improve your mediocre grades.” Your eyes flicker upwards, “I do appreciate the gesture but you can’t bribe me too easily, Kim. If there’s nothing else you need, you should leave.”

He needs to see you take a bite of it.

“But-”

“See you in class tomorrow. I’ll be asking you a lot of questions considering how much free time you have.” The emerald shade of your robes eradicates any built up courage he has and the profuse sweating returns on the boy. Jin nods and he runs away from the office.

As the door closes behind him, you drop the quill in your hand, indulging in a well needed stretch. Silly little Hufflepuff. What was he thinking, trying to get into your good books with something as common as a pumpkin pastry? You shake your head with an amused smile, rolling your eyes and fully intending on going back to your marking. But hours of being cooped up in your tiny little office, staring at page after page of nonsensical essays have taken a toll on you, and you find your gaze wandering back to the flower resting in your vase and you sigh in exhaustion.

The scent that wafts on the otherwise still breeze in your office is enticing. You frown, glancing over at the innocent looking pastry that rests just beside the vase. Well, just a snack break wouldn’t be that bad, right? And it was from a Hufflepuff after all, so it’s not like he could have any other ulterior motives other than trying to butter you up.

You reach for the glazed bread, finding it still warm to the touch and bring it to your lips without a second thought. In hindsight, it is a terrible, terrible mistake.

Your mouth parts and you take one single bite.

*//*

Your chest feels tight and uncomfortable, and every breath requires a whole new labouring effort. The thudding in your ribcage quickens its pace and then quiets down, only to race again underneath your skin, to the extent that it might even bruise.

Your vision is encapsulated entirely by the single shade alone. It’s the bright, dancing leaps of flickering flames or sunspots, the creamy frothiness of freshly made Butterbeer, the plump sorbet lemons growing on trees, their citrus scent floating through the verdant fields. It’s daffodil and marigold flowers that sway in the crisp breeze, basking in the sunlight beams. The spaces between your toes are tickled by the tall grass and a gentle laugh drifts from your parted lips when an amber butterfly kisses the tip of your nose.

But amongst the meadow of flowers, there’s a distant figure. His silver hair and gentle aura calls to you, tugging your heartstrings closer and closer, causing your chest to shake beneath your hand. He turns around to you and smiles, rounded cheeks and crinkled eyes, whispering your name softly with his lips.

“___”

You reach out to touch him-

The entire universe slips away. He’s gone, your world has turned to black before a piercing light jolts your entire body. You let out a pained groan as you lift your arm, not quite remembering that it ever felt this heavy. Your eyelids peel back and you’re met with…

Yellow?

A gasp leaves your mouth as you lurch back into a state of wakefulness, after lingering in the limbo dreamland for what seems like an eternity. Blinking rapidly to clear the remnants of your hauntingly vivid dream from your consciousness, you groan as you sit up, every single muscle in your body protesting simultaneously.

What happened last night? You vaguely remember finishing the stack of Potions essays before collapsing into bed at nearly one in the morning. It’s nothing too unusual from your daily schedule but why are you so out of sorts this morning?

You swing your legs out of bed, wobbling to get ready for the day. The sluggish, heavy feeling is brushed off as you hope it will vanish once you’re well into your morning routine. But as you walk over to the adjacent bathroom, your steps are heavier than normal, and your body feels foreign, as if it had been rearranged somehow, the ligaments and joints not moving how they typically would.

You’re unusually limber this early in the morning.

Reaching up to stretch the kinks out of your body, you pause to gather your hair up into a bun and push it out of the way, freezing when your fingers encounter nothing but short, silky strands that don’t go past your ears.

Fuck.

It must be that fucking Hufflepuff, he put something into that damn pastry, you swear to Merlin you’ll skin him alive-

Your hasty retreat into the bathroom is met with more than a few bumps and knocks along the way, and you can only wince at your body’s uncoordinated attempts as you wrestle yourself in front of the mirror, and are met with…

Your worst nightmare.

Park Jimin’s sleepy, dishevelled bedhead stares back at you in the mirror, perhaps with the most disgruntled and pissed off expression you’ve ever seen on his face.

Glancing down at the rest of your body, you’re met with toned biceps that flex all too easily, partially revealed by the short sleeved shirt that you- he slept in. Your eyes continue to travel down the flat chest to land on thick, muscled thighs left bare by sleep shorts, thankfully clothing the thick bulge hanging in the air.

You scream.

*//*

“You want a what?”

It’s a little disconcerting to be faced with your own body and talking to your own face like this, and even more uncomfortable to see the way Park Jimin’s very essence still pours out of every single pore of yours even when he’s occupying your body.

You’ve never seen yourself sporting such a neutral expression in the face of a calamity this catastrophic before. This must be what they mean by an out-of-body experience, but you’re in no mood to joke about such things.

“I want an Unbreakable Vow. That you won’t touch what you’re not supposed to, and in return, I’ll leave your bits alone. As best as I can.”

Park Jimin stutters in response, and your first, knee jerk reaction is to recoil in disgust at the utter cluelessness, bordering upon idiocy, that presents itself on your face. Every single bit of you hates the fact that he’s now in control of your body, from everything to facial expression to speech and action.

“How is that fair? Your body is absolutely off limits and mine isn’t?” Park Jimin moves to fold his arms across his - your chest, but freezes in place when you shoot him a warning glare for daring to move his- your - arms that near your breasts.

“How is that not fair, Park? I can’t walk around the castle when your pants are blown up. You nasty boys always have to jerk off at least twice a day. If I don’t touch that tiny little carrot stick of yours, I won’t be able to function properly.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows, a slow smirk that looks eerily familiar spreading across your face, fully intent on making some kind of innuendo. “Oh, so you’re willing to touch my little carrot stick, then? How generous of you.”

You realise you set yourself up for that one, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

“I- I didn’t mean it like that!” You hiss at him in annoyance, running your hands through your hair in exasperation only to stop short when your fingers glide through his silky platinum locks without resistance. “Oh, and you’ll have to get dressed with your eyes closed too.”

Jimin leans against the side of your wardrobe with a teasing smile, and it still disconcerts you to see his mannerisms upon your face. Perhaps it's a coping mechanism, but he finds it quite fun to tease and banter with you in the face of this predicament.

“Didn’t realise you were such a prude, ___.” He drops the title of professor in front of your name which causes you to raise a brow. “Never let a man see you naked before? Or has a man never touched that body of yours either?”

“That is,” you spit out, “None. Of. Your. Business.”

Jimin could get used to this, really, seeing his body move in such an unfamiliar manner, and being forced to rethink his every action in a similar way as well. He supposes it’s an inevitable part of an accidental body switch between opposite genders, since the basic differences in muscle and bone mass construction forces males and females to move differently. This morning when he woke up, he wasn’t accustomed to being so much lighter on his feet, and had even stumbled around his room due to the slight change in the centre of gravity that puzzled him to no end until he brought his hands to his suddenly much heavier chest and found out exactly why.

You would not be pleased to know that he’d already groped a handful of your breasts upon waking up this morning.

“How am I supposed to go to the bathroom?” Jimin continues to tease, “or do you want me to piss in your pants?”

A mumble of curses tumbles from your tongue and you squeeze the bridge of your nose, slightly startled to the coarse texture of your new hand. “Just close your damn eyes.”

“Alright, fine. We’ll do it your way, if you want,” Jimin acquiesces easily. “But we need to figure out what happened. Who did this to us or how we became this way.”

You already have an idea of what has occurred but you cannot erase the overwhelming emotion of helplessness. You are lost in a foreign exterior, in absolute distress. If it weren’t for the man standing in front of you, you’d be in complete hysterics. Despite Park Jimin being in your body, shorter in height, smaller than your own frame and your eyes are the one you see, he’s still the same person. He is warm, strangely reliable.

The fear is more bearable with him.

Jimin’s voice is stern and serious, a loss of the previous humourous tone. “If you also don’t trust me and you sincerely want to make an Unbreakable Vow as well, then we need a third party to be the binder. That would mean letting one more person know about this…slightly embarrassing situation. Someone who has less of an obligation than I do to keep this under wraps.”

Jimin doesn’t know when he’d become this eloquent, and cunning even, if he does say so himself. He’d like to attribute this to being in your body, and not that he’s actually thinking like a Slytherin would, Merlin forbid. He watches the realisation dawn on his own face with a slight fascination, wondering just how his facial features could look so familiar yet different at the same time.

“...Alright,” you agree reluctantly, running your hands through his hair again, and honestly, Jimin has never been more entranced. He doesn’t usually have the habit of playing with his hair like that. He supposes it’s your unique habit, but that simple action alone is enchanting when it’s you in his body. “We need to tell the Headmaster, at least.”

“That would be a good idea.” As he turns around, ready to strut out the door, a thought hits him like a freight train. “Oh no.”

You’re immediately on alert, halting on your toes before you can bump into your own body’s backside. “What?”

There’s nothing else that could possibly go wrong.

“Jeongguk is out of the castle.” The realization dawns on you as well and a groan leaves your parted mouth. He’s out at some meeting at the Ministry of Magic, remember? I-I don’t know when he’ll be back.”

Jimin forces his voice to remain stable, the thought of switching bodies with you for an extended period of time causes him to become nervous. There’s a full minute of silence where you spend staring at each other, or rather, your own face. It contorts and you can quite literally see how Jimin is craning his brain. You forgot your face had such a wide range of emotions. Usually, you’d paint over a facade of calmness or appear blank, making it even more frightening to the students who try to speak to you.

“Are you suggesting that we-”

“There’s no other choice. We shouldn’t disclose this to anyone until we can talk to him.” Jimin doesn’t know how he’ll do it. “In the meantime, I’ll have to teach Potions….I’ll have to act as the Head of the Slytherin house.”

Jimin is a literal sheep in wolf’s clothing.

The thought of being with Hufflepuffs and dealing with plants all day is already beginning to give you a headache. “Do you even know how? I mean this is...I-..” You’re at a loss for words.

“We can do it.” He reassures you with a smile that’s meant more to ease you than for his own display of mirth. “I’ll try my best. And if it’s you, I know you can.”

“O-Okay.” You’re surprised at how confident he is in your abilities. It’s flattering and sends a disarray of emotions that you can’t organize into your stomach. Your temples are beginning to pound and you despise Jimin for making you this way while being thankful that he’s with you at the same time.

You curse the fate that has somehow made this possible. Fate or rather a student.

“U-uhm, can you tell me where all your stuff is? We should get down to breakfast, and we should get dressed if we don’t want to be late and arouse suspicion.” Jimin awkwardly skirts around your wardrobe, giving you plenty of space to maneuver around the room.

You realise that for this to work, despite how embarrassing this entire ordeal is, you’d have to really set your shoulder to the wheel and merely do it. Hence, you open all your drawers to show him where everything is, skimming over your underwear briefly as Jimin intently soaks in all the information.

To his credit, Park Jimin is the ultimate gentleman, even averting his eyes when you realize you’d accidentally left a stray pair of underwear in the corner of your room. When you’re done orientating him to the basic layout, he motions for you to follow him across the hallway and down the staircase to his own room.

You’re more relieved than you would ever admit when you realize that the morning routine for Jimin is infinitely simpler. Everything is straightforward, quicker to explain. He’s done in just a few short minutes, standing awkwardly at the door to his own room. He never thought that from your height and eyes, all the objects would look a lot larger.

Jimin has always been one of the shorter male professors around and within his group of friends as well but standing beside you, who’s in his body, it makes him realize that he’s quite tall and his frame isn’t small in comparison. He wonders what it would feel like if he was able to envelope you in a tight embrace, if you would be swallowed up his torso…if he would ever be able to return to his own flesh and have the opportunity to do so.

Jimin’s not sure he would be able to let you go.

“So, um… see you at breakfast?” He asks hesitantly, and scratches the back of his neck. The tension has risen, though not one of hostility. You simply nod in reply, feeling much too unfamiliar in your new body to throw out your usual sarcastic bite.

“See you at breakfast.”

The door closes, and you’re left all alone in Park Jimin’s room.

*//*

Park Jimin has never considered himself to be much of a womanizer - but perhaps he should have been, because then he wouldn’t have this much trouble getting a bra on. Then again, if he remembers correctly, bras are much easier to take off than to put on...so there’s also that.

With the additional rule that he has to keep his eyes closed, trying to clasp the back hooks of your bra is made infinitely more challenging than he ever thought it could be, and his sore arm muscles are begging him for a break. He muses that there should be a spell for this sort of thing, a charm of some sort. It would also be a lot easier for him to peel back his lids but the Hufflepuff Head of House would feel too guilty to do so. Without the Unbreakable Vow, he has promised you with the deepest part of his heart instead and feels the need to respect your wishes. Thus, the struggle ensues.

A knock on the door distracts him, and he realises that it’s your voice, throwing him into even more of a frenzy.

Finally, he decides that doing this with his eyes closed is just physically impossible, so he gingerly places his hands over the cups of the bra to make sure your flesh is covered, before opening his eyes and glancing behind him in the mirror to guide his fingers. Success.

Although he can’t help but notice the mustard yellow shade of your bra, and how they sit so nicely and perkily in their - lace - cups.

Huh, he never would have guessed. It actually looks quite nice-

More furious knocking interrupts his thoughts and feeling like a pervert, he hastily tugs on the rest of the clothes you picked out for him and opens the door to his own face.

You give him a once over to make sure everything is perfected before nodding in satisfaction.

“D-did you have any trouble?” You almost want to kick yourself in mortification when you stutter, forcing your expression to remain neutral as you speed up to walk a few paces ahead of him.

“Not really,” Jimin lies, you’re better off not knowing about the small mishap that happened while getting dressed - what you don’t know won’t hurt you.

“Great, and one more thing,” you turn to him briefly, just before entering the Great Hall. “We need to really convince people, alright? That means altering speech, gaits, expressions, all that. Act meaner, Park, I can’t be prancing around Slytherin house singing melodies and lullabies, grinning like an idiotic fool.”

“I do not-” Jimin gasps in indignation, but restrains himself when he sees the slight smirk on (your) his face. “Fine. But that means you have to act nicer, I can’t be stomping around Hufflepuff house looking like I’ve got a broomstick up my ass.”

“Fuck you, Park.” You growl back at him, and the two of you glare at each other for a few heated seconds, before another voice breaks in.

“What are you doing standing out here?” Taehyung seems to appear suddenly out of nowhere. “The longer you wait, the less pancakes there are!”

The two of you jerk away from each other, startled by his sudden presence. For a second you fear that Taehyung might pick up on the way you’re practically oozing with self-assured arrogance in Jimin’s body, and how Jimin looks more than a little awkward while walking in a long dress, but the Divinations Professor only ushers you in without another word.

“There’s something different about you today, Professor ___.”

You take your seat at the long table, unaware that you’ve taken your usual chair instead of Jimin’s. But there are more pressing matters. You internally groan at the way your eyes are widening, something that you would be caught doing and you watch as your mouth opens and closes several times, at a loss of what to say.

“Really?” - is all Jimin manages and you want to facepalm.

“You’re even more beautiful today, Madam.” Taehyung winks as he slowly and seductively peels his banana, taking an agonizingly slow bite of the very top of the fruit. “Is that a new dress robe? It compliments your figure perfectly, if I do say so myself. The sleek black gives a very funeral-sexy vibe.”

His lecherous eyes trail down the front of your sweetheart neckline, and you curse yourself for not choosing the bulkiest sweater in your collection. Your fist clenches in your lap as he continues to ogle your chest, and really, you would have been fine had it been you in your actual body. But watching yourself being drooled over like this is more than uncomfortable, and you resist the urge to smack the Gryffindor Head of House off his seat. It’s especially painful to swallow down your toast when you feel the urge to throw up and you try your best to motion to your body to shut the hell up but Jimin doesn’t see you.

The body that is no longer yours, tips its head to the side and your lashes flutter enticingly at the Divinations Professor in an expert display of the feminine wiles, something you’d never even think of wasting on a fool like Taehyung. “Thank you.”

Taehyung moans loudly in spite of the students sitting meters away. “I love it when you shout at- wait...what?!” It dawns on him and his mouth full of the banana begins to slobber out. He drools and quickly wipes it disgustingly on his robe. “Thank you?!”

You’re gaping at him too and you watch Jimin become bashful, causing your cheeks to become a shade of coral. It’s a sight that makes you want to scream and launch across the table.

“Are you sick or ill? D-do you need to go down to the infirmary, Professor ___?” Taehyung ventures cautiously.

Your grip tightens around your goblet even as you force a pleasant smile upon your face.

“I’m quite healthy, Taehyung, but I appreciate your concern.” Jimin’s eyes finally flicker over to you, finding his own face pale and twisted in complete anger. The kind smile on your face falls and your lips make an ‘o’ shape as Jimin realizes he might’ve fucked up. All you see is the colour of red, and it’s not because of Taehyung, and your fingers itch to snatch the wand in your pocket, to hex these two boys all the way round the world and back.

For a split of a second, as Jimin is gazing at you through your own eyes, you swear that a smirk pulls on the corner of his mouth. Your eye- Jimin’s twitches.

“Actually, I’ve been wanting to apologize to you for my behaviour as of late...” Your voice is suddenly low and smooth. Jimin uses your body and leans in closer to the Gryffindor who has stopped eating all together to stare. “I’ve been unnecessarily rude to you in the past and it’s because I’ve been...frustrated.”

“Oh.” Taehyung is at an absolute loss, unable to wrap his mind of what’s happening. If only he knew that it was Jimin and not you. “Have you now?”

Don’t do it.

You try to send a telepathic message to the Hufflepuff, your hands are shaking in your lap and a muscle in your cheek is having a spasm as you try to maintain control. Jimin’s eyes flicker to yours and he has the audacity to lay his hand up high on Taehyung’s thigh.

“I just wish there was a way for me to alleviate my stress...riding something…” Your voice drips with honey, “a broomstick just isn’t thick enough.”

Park Jimin, that little fucking bitch. That sleazy greaseball is becoming sneakier than a Slytherin, and you’re not too sure how you feel about that.

Taehyung gulps. You clear your throat obnoxiously loud, speaking in such a rumbling timbre that you didn’t know Jimin’s vocal chords were capable of. “I think that’s enough, Professor ___.”

The two of them completely ignore you.

“You know,” Taehyung whispers in your ear that’s really Jimin’s, “I’ve always wanted to call you mistress instead of madam.”

The Gryffindor Head of House wonders if he’s in a dream, maybe he passed out on his desk after drinking too much butterbeer. There’s no reason for you to be fulfilling every single one of his fantasies right now unless he’s dead and is in the afterlife.

Jimin whips his head, meeting Taehyung’s face and a millimeter away from his lips. “I would love that.”

This is unbelievable.

One minute, Jimin acts completely innocent and naive. He couldn’t hurt a fly or shout at a student. He radiates kind gentleness, too soft and pure for his own good. The next, he’s hiding his discreet smirk, mischievous and basking in your humiliation. It’s as if he’s trying to take his revenge, let you get a taste of your own poisonous venom.

“That’s enough!” You stand up from your chair and the strong reverberating voice captures the attention of the entire Great Hall. All the students and professors have turned to you in utter shock, unable to believe their eyes and ears that the infamously benevolent Hufflepuff would ever raise his voice or seethe in anger. You instantly realize your mistake. “I-”

“You’re absolutely right!” The vocal chords that boom are the ones you recognize as yourself. Jimin stands up in your body, “Herbology is as an important of a subject as Potions. I’m sorry for disregarding it and the Hufflepuff house.”

You can’t believe your own lips have uttered that aloud to every witch and wizard that Herbology is as valuable as your precious Potions. But everyone in the room seems to turn away when they understand it was a mere debate or another one of the banters that you usually share.

You’ll admit that Jimin saved you there.

Taehyung is confused. “What?”

You lower yourself down to meet his eyes. Typically, Taehyung thinks of Jimin as his best buddy, perfect if he wanted to sneak in a few butterbeers between classes here and there. But today there’s something slightly off about him, his dark grey eyes practically oozing with a dark aura that’s oddly familiar somehow. For the first time in his life Taehyung feels a shred of fear upon looking into the Hufflepuff’s eyes, and that’s when it strikes him, the look reminds him of-

“You will never speak of this conversation and you will never call ___ by the name of mistress again. If you do, I’ll turn you into a pigeon and roast you over a fire. Is. That. Clear.” You practically hiss at him, eyes narrowing into slits to make sure you get your point across.

Taehyung looks at Jimin’s face, then to you, then back at Jimin’s. He scratches the top of his head. “Did something happen to the two of yo-”

“Nope.” Any trace of aggression or malice immediately vanishes, and you grin cheerfully at him in a manner befitting of the Hufflepuff whose body you’re inhabiting. “I had a nice chat with you but I have to get ready for class now. Have a good day, Professor Kim!”

You have to quite literally drag Jimin out of there.

“What the fuck was that?!”

He smiles sheepishly but when you continue to glare daggers at him, he grows serious. It feels intimidating to have a shadow looming over him and he wonders if you’re merely so unpleasant all the time in order to protect yourself, a shield of some sort. “Did I go too far?”

A sigh leaves your mouth that’s really his. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of the situation and teased you. I just thought a little humour would lighten things up.”

“You practically sold my body to the greasiest, most revolting male in the castle.”

“Wait, Taehyung isn’t that bad now is he?”

“You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve caught him sucking face with the female professors, that one time he even-”

Jimin cuts off your tirade by taking a step closer to you, going on tiptoe and lifting your smaller hand to brush aside a few wayward strands of silver locks that you didn’t secure in place this morning. Your heart skips a beat at the proximity, and even though you’re in his body now, you’d never realised just how tall Jimin is, always brushing him off as one of the shorter professors in comparison to, say, Namjoon or even Headmaster Jeon himself. And from this angle you realise just how broad his chest is, such that you look positively tiny by comparison. You blink slowly at him, watching as a slow smile spreads across your own face occupied by Jimin, and you never thought you’d be capable of radiating such kindness.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You barely stutter out when he continues to run his fingers down over your cheek.

“Hmm?” Jimin flicks his gaze to you, and there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. “Oh, just checking if you shaved this morning. Looks like you didn’t. You didn’t think I was trying to flirt with you, by any chance?”

“N-no, of course not!! That’s absurd, Professor-”

Your pupils divert as you feel your cheeks begin to heat up but they land on a flash of yellow. There’s a figure hidden behind a pillar. Jimin turns around to see what has made your mouth drop and what you’re staring at-

It’s Seokjin?

“Get back here, brat!” His deep timbre that shakes the walls has returned and you unknowingly push Jimin out of the way, unable to measure your strength and causing your body to stumble back. You don’t pay any mind, marching down the hall and the Hufflepuff student takes off running.

You begin to chase him and Jimin tails you.

“Get back here this instant!”

The first year boy is rather nimble.

“It’s not my fault!” He screeches at the top of his lungs, darting between the other students who gasp at the sight of two professors chasing a child. Seokjin is crying hysterically, eyes filled with tears and unable to see where he’s going. It’s the type of hysterical sob that would lead one to believe a family member has died, his tears and saliva and running nose mixing to drip down his chin. “It wasn’t me!” He hiccups, “i-it wasn’t me!”

Jimin didn’t realize how much energy it takes to run with your legs. And just how fucking breezy skirts are, he has to slow down considerably in order to keep the fabric from flying up and flashing the entire castle, somehow he doesn’t think you’d be too appreciative of that.

In contrast, the superior agility in Jimin’s bones prove to be effective. It takes less than two minutes for you to snag the Hufflepuff’s collar, dragging him upwards by his robes. “Y-you…” You huff and puff, “are in big...big trouble, young man.”

Seokjin cries harder when it occurs that his Head of House is holding him up in the air. The once kind professor that showered him in compliments and constantly asked if he was adjusting well is now shaking him like he’s a rag doll, eyes blazing in animosity.

Jimin manages to catch up and he’s in much worse condition than you are. You’ve never been happier to switch bodies considering how unfit you are. “P-put him down, ___.”

The Hufflepuff continues to cry when his feet touches the ground. He shakes his head and for a second, you fear that he might pass out. “I-I can’t be expelled! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

The hallway has completely cleared out, no soul or even ghost wanting to stick around when it’s you that’s sprinting down with your emerald robes swishing the air. Little do they know that the current Hufflepuff Head of House is more to fear.

“Listen to him…” Jimin manages through steadying breaths.

It didn’t make sense for Seokjin to harm the two of you. There had to be something more. The older man knew the younger too well to know that he’s not capable of doing such things.

He crouches down to meet the eleven-year old’s height and your eyes are crinkled with unusual tenderness. Seokjin tenses up when he sees that it’s you, the Slytherin but he strangely feels calm. “You won’t get expelled. Take a deep breath and calm down.”

Jin nods and takes a full inhale through his mouth, exhaling through his nose. He nods and focuses his eyes onto your face rather than Jimin’s twitching eyes that are really your own.

“You won’t get expelled. I can make you that promise.”

You immediately protest, “But-”

Jimin sends you a sharpened glare that reminds you of the typical expression you wear. You seal his lips together and he continues speaking in a quiet voice. “You won’t be. I’ll do everything in my power to assure you that.” Seokjin nods along. “Now, what you gave us last night, I need to know what it was and I need to know who it was that did this. Can you help me with that? Me and Professor ___ really need your help right now, Seokjin. You’re the only one who can do this for us.”

Seokjin frowns in confusion when you seemingly refer to yourself twice in that conversation, but he’s in no position to be asking questions. “I….It was a love potion and a third year helped me...Min Yoongi.”

“Fuck.” A laugh leaves Jimin’s mouth and the student jumps, startled, and Jimin turns to glare at you for your use of profanity in front of a student. You tilt his head back, chuckling from the deepest part of his chest. “I knew it.”

Min Yoongi.

You are going to kill him.

*//*

The Headmaster’s office is a circular room with numerous paintings on the wall, each belonging to different Headmasters of the past. On the shelf, the Sorting Hat lays along with numerous other trinkets, records and ancient books, sealed boxes that rumble every so often. There’s a tiny train that rolls on its tracks around the room, puffs of smoke appearing with the sound of a tiny whistle.

But what is most evident is the stacks upon stacks of parchment, towering up to your chin that surrounds the wooden desk. They’re piled up so high that only Jeongguk’s head can be seen from above them, and said Headmaster is currently sporting a very worried frown between his eyebrows as he surveys the situation. When he said he wanted the two of you to exist in harmony, this is certainly not what he meant at all.

He only left for one goddamn meeting. How did things become so wrong?

Seokjin is shaking, though no longer crying and he stares down at his lap. Yoongi is seated next to him, and true to Slytherin fashion, refuses to show even an ounce of weakness, opting to keep his features perfectly neutral instead. But you’ve spent years dealing with wayward students like him, so you see past his facade in an instant, the way he keeps his smart mouth shut when he would usually be asking for permission to leave already.

“Don’t make me use Veritaserum, or I guarantee it will be much more painful than it needs to be,” you threaten while slamming the truth potion on the table. “Tell me. Now.”

Min Yoongi clears his throat, eyes darting from Jimin to your figure, obviously startled that the sweet Hufflepuff Head of House and Herbology professor could sound so sharp and glare at him like his limbs were going to be butchered off. But he reminds himself that this isn’t Professor Park that he’s seeing. It’s you.

“I already told you the truth.” He mumbles quietly, “I used all the ingredients that was listed for Amortentia. I even followed the recipe I found in the book without skipping a single step. It was supposed to be perfect...”

Jimin is leaning against the brick wall, observing the situation and it’s unusual to see your own face entirely unfazed. “Well, it isn’t perfect. Something went wrong!” A deep scream, bordering on hysterical emits from the throat you’re using and Seokjin jolts, almost beginning to sob again. You have to remind yourself to control your emotions and slip your mask of indifference back into place again, only this time it’s so much harder when it’s not your body.

Yoongi flinches from the mere booming volume and again when your fist pounds the surface of the desk. He’s never seen Professor Park’s face contort into such rage before, and it’s beginning to unnerve him.

“Professor Park and I are obviously not in love,” you eye Jimin and he doesn’t make any comments, “so clearly you did something wrong with the procedure or with the ingredients and I need to know what it is.”

“I-I really don’t know what it is, sir-” Yoongi quickly corrects himself, “madam. I swear it on everything I have and my own parent’s lives. I don’t know.”

A rage equivalent to that of a Fiendfyre erupts inside you, and you clench your fists to stop yourself from hexing these stupid little children till they’re unrecognisable. Consequences be damned, these little brats truly deserve this, and more. You might charm them to silence for the rest of their lives. But before you can legitimately lose it, Jimin steps in.

“It’s not your fault.” He says softly and your mouth drops open. What?!

Of course it’s their fault!

The Hufflepuff currently occupying your body continues, oblivious to your indignance. “We, as your professors, should have monitored you more closely. The ingredients were easy to steal and so was the equipment.” You scoff at that and he ignores you, “but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. We have to punish you for what you’ve done. You could’ve seriously harmed someone and you’ve used magic irresponsibly.”

Seokjin’s tears run down his face. “I’m sorry.” Yoongi shares the same sentiment, apologizing as well, and for once in his life, he looks ashamed.

“You won’t be expelled.” Jimin keeps his promise to the youngest student. “But I’m docking fifty points from each of your houses and for the next three months, after every one of our classes, you have to come help clean up. You will also serve five detentions and have an earlier curfew. There will be no excuses.”

A thankful smile spreads on Seokjin’s face as he nods. Yoongi registers the words and internally weighs them out before he decides that it’s quite lenient for the offence they’ve committed. “Thank you.”

When the students rush out of the room, nearly tripping on their feet, the two of you turn to the Headmaster. He’s in his chair, elbows propped on the desk, hands holding his skull. “What do we do?”

Jeongguk doesn’t respond.

The pair of you exchange a look before you go over, nudging the Headmaster. His head lifelessly falls to the surface and he bangs his forehead on the table. Jimin winces and Jeongguk immediately jolts upwards. “I was listening.”

“Good.” You raise an eyebrow in slight disbelief, but decide to go on anyway. “It would be a shame if our own Headmaster was sleeping and wasn’t paying attention to such an important matter… one that threatens the reputation of Hogwarts itself.”

Jeongguk clears his throat uncomfortably, taking a look at you and then Jimin.

“I can’t deal with this.”

“Excuse me?”

“I can’t do any of this.” Jeongguk sniffles and wipes his eyes. You cannot believe that the Headmaster might be weeping in front of you. His black hair is completely riled up, sticking in all different directions and his eyes are bloodshot. Jeongguk’s voice cracks in sobbing hysterics. He’s having an emotional breakdown, the stress eating him alive.

“I don’t know how I got this job! Do you know how?! I don’t! They just hired me and lo behold, now I’m sitting here in this office, running the entire castle.” Jeongguk tangles his fingers into his locks. “I don’t know how to do any of this! I don’t know how to fill out the paperwork or where to sign. No one taught me and I didn’t receive any formal training. I think there was a phoenix I was supposed to feed but it’s nowhere to be seen. And I think I need to hire someone to cut the grass outside but I don’t know anything about that either!”

Jimin puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder for comfort. The expression that he wears on your face is calm, collected and kind. On the other hand, you’re rolling your eyes, in disbelief that such a bumbling fool is in charge. Your attitude is a stark contrast for the colour of the robes that you’re wearing.

“I’ll try to figure out something...I’ll figure it out.” Jeongguk slowly nods as he regains composure. “For now, let’s keep it discreet. If it’s exposed, it would be a huge scandal and there’s too much paperwork to file an incident report for the Ministry. We would have to contact the parents of the children involved as well. It’s too much.”

“Okay.” Jimin exchange a mutual nod with you. “That sounds reasonable.”

Jeongguk nods again in agreement, though it seems more to reassure himself than anything else. The room is quiet for a moment, with the Headmaster himself deep in thought before he jolts upright in his seat, bright doe eyes coming to rest on Jimin’s body, before belatedly realising and glancing at the right figure instead.

“Hey wait, come to think of it… you’re the Potions Master here, ___. Aren’t you the most qualified candidate for this?” Jeongguk seems all too pleased with himself as his shoulders begin to relax. He supposes this is why the Ministry appointed him- for his sharp wit and intellect, if nothing else. “You should be able to handle this on your own just fine.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation, you resist the urge to roll your eyes at the Headmaster’s gross oversimplification of the situation. “I don’t know what was in there. I can’t do anything if I don’t know every single detail of that concoction. If I try to whip something up, I could kill the both of us.”

“Oh… I see,” Jeongguk seems to deflate again, but he stands from his seat and heads for the rows and rows of bookshelves aligning his office with what seems like a renewed vigour. For a second, you suppose he might pull a book from his shelf with some ancient remedy, or even suggest looking in the Restricted Section of the library.

But the Headmaster only grins at you. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually, Ms. ___. You’re the best Potions Master Hogwarts has ever had, after all.”

And then he claps his hands and disappears with a dark ‘poof’ before the two of you can even protest.

For a second, you’re left staring at the empty space that he occupied just seconds ago, with increasing disbelief that only serves to fuel your rage. At this point, your hit list of witches and wizards is growing so rapidly that you briefly consider becoming the next Dark Lord.

Jimin only shrugs at you with that incessant smile still on your face.

*//*

There’s nothing to do but to accept the situation. You literally have no other choice.

You still have to attend class, there are other professors and students to meet, and you can’t spend your entire day cooped up in the classroom to mess with potions. The love potion antidote failed and Polyjuice was only but a temporary fix that wasted too much time and ingredients. The second trial of potions you gave to Jimin made him hiccup for two hours. The next ones made caused you sit on the toilet the entire night, another antidote turned invisible and the most recent batch caused his- your voice to resemble a mouse’s.

You swear he’ll never let you live this one down, Jimin just about had a field day teasing you and calling you cute. Which you are most definitely not.

It takes more effort than you thought it would to act like Jimin all the time, it just isn’t natural, and it’s not you. You can’t help but go about your day feeling like an utter imposter, truly in someone else’s shoes, and constantly worrying if your actions are up to par or not.

“Merlin, I’m so fucking exhausted,” you collapse onto the desk after the last student has trickled out of yet another one of your combined classes with Jimin. “I think I’ve worn out my ‘nice’ quota for the rest of my life.”

Jimin is currently halfway across the room, tidying up a mess that one of the students made. “Looks like you’re gonna have to be naughty for the rest of your life then.”

His innuendo makes you chuckle, and you reach for a quill to toss at his head, not really intending on hitting him. You watch him make his rounds to make sure everything’s back in their rightful place, and it strikes you just how selfless he is. He must be as tired as you are, more so because he’s currently inhabiting your incredibly unfit body, but not one single complaint have you heard from him.

As if it doesn’t haunt you enough to be in Park Jimin’s body, you have to sleep in each other’s respective beds. Awake or asleep, you’re constantly surrounded by him and his belongings. His sheets and covers smell like him, freshly cut grass and the lingering scent of flowers. It reminds you of the pumpkin pastry that started all this and you scorn yourself for not detecting it beforehand.

A second flickers in your mind for a mere moment...that perhaps Min Yoongi’s love potion didn’t fail after all.

You shake your head with a strangled moan, rubbing your temples to dissipate the thumping headache. It seems like no matter what body you occupy, you’re always prone to anxiety and stress.

“We can make this work,” Jimin assures you in a sickeningly sweet voice that you can’t believe is your very own. “You’re doing fine, ___.”

It doesn’t bother you as much anymore when he doesn’t attach any titles to your name. It almost sounds nice to hear him call you in such a straightforward manner.

The Hufflepuff plops a steaming hot cup of tea in front of you, a tiny lotus flower floating at the surface and specks of glitter dancing above the mixture. When you stare at it suspiciously, he sheepishly smiles. “It’s to help with the strain.”

You nod, bringing it to Park Jimin’s pink lips and taking a sip. Instantly, the warm liquid quenches your thirst and elevates the pressure off of your chest. You blink, feeling lighter than before.

“You know, you need to stop frowning all the time. You’ll give me wrinkles.” Jimin giggles and moves his hand upwards. You start to pull away, but his finger finds the scrunch between your brows, poking at them and you relax. He pulls back and smiles again. “It’s kind of strange looking at me from your eyes.”

“I know what you mean.” You take another sip. “It feels like I’m talking to my reflection but I know it’s you inside.”

His little grin turns into a smirk. “I never knew I was this handsome. Is that why you’re always so on edge? Are you afraid of falling in love with me?”

“Please.” A scoff leaves your mouth but a tiny smile soon takes its place. “If anything, I’m surprised about how gorgeous I am. But I never knew my skin was so bad and my nose...” You’re allowing yourself to ramble on, spilling your deepest insecurities without a second thought and your hand raises to poke the nose on your face but Jimin catches your wrist. You realize your hands are much smaller than his despite having made fun of his fingers before, but it doesn’t sink in when you’re startled from the movement.

“Trust me, you look fine the way you are. More than fine, actually.”

His sincerity causes you to slowly pull away. Jimin snickers at your flustered reaction, the dim light of his desk lamp casts a warm glow onto your skin and he basks in the intimate moment. Never in his life would he dream of you sitting so close to him in his own office. Even if being in your body is rather peculiar, he enjoys the seconds as they pass.

You shift slightly under his scrutiny. Being in such close proximity with him has you a little nervous, and his intent gaze fixed on you isn’t helping either. You clear your throat to diffuse the tension.

“Anyway, we have another problem. We need to take over each other’s classes, and we both know you can’t go a single minute without smiling, and I can’t help but terrorize any living being wearing the colour yellow.”

“That’s easy. Act more Hufflepuff,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “And by that I don’t mean prancing around or singing Christmas carols,” he narrows his gaze into slits when you open your mouth to tease him, a gesture that looks eerily at home on your own face. “Just try and understand others more, put yourself in their shoes before you do anything.”

A pout appears and he wishes that he could see it on your own face. But if Jimin concentrates hard enough, he can look past the appearance and your own body manifests in front of him. The power of imagination has sometimes been more powerful than magic itself.

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

“For starters, when you speak with a student, you should be gentle with them and be tolerant. You should answer any questions they have and ask if they need help.” Jimin seems to be enjoying your obvious torment, the expressions of disgust that flicker on your features. When you ask him what happens if the children are simply incompetent, he shrugs. “You should help them anyways. Patience and kindness are Hufflepuff qualities.”

“Basically, before I do anything at all, I have to think ‘what would Park Jimin do’?”

“Exactly.”

You let out a short burst of laughter that for once, isn’t rooted in mockery or maliciousness. The very thought of constantly having Park Jimin on your mind is strangely not as revolting as you would have thought it to be, but you get where he’s coming from.

“Well I guess it’s a good strategy. I’m gonna need way more than just ambition if I’m supposed to be that dedicated, hardworking and compassionate all day.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you realise it, and they aren’t even uttered in a tone that could be considered ridiculing or condescending. You realise that you actually mean it, and the traits you’d just listed were ones that you’ve always associated Park Jimin with, be it subconsciously or not.

“And… what about me?” Jimin seems a little hesitant, and maybe it’s because you’re reading your own facial expressions, but he looks more than a little scared at the thought of having to handle a class full of Slytherins on his own.

“You obviously need to be a lot more strict, I don’t cut anyone any slack. It doesn’t matter to me if my students like me or not, I just want them to take their lessons seriously so that they can become better students.”

Jimin hums in thought as he takes in your advice, and a sudden thought occurs to him: you and him aren’t too different after all. Both of you just want the best for the children, and beneath that prickly, stone cold exterior lies something that is all too vulnerable.

“We don’t live on other people’s terror, you know,” your voice softens when you take in the pensive expression on his face. “Slytherins aren’t evil. We only like to test and challenge the boundaries to see how much we can get away with. As long as you’re firm with them, you’ll be fine.”

That’s as far as you’ll go before outrightly admitting that you think he’ll do well.

“Right. So, resourcefulness, ambition and a cunning personality.” He names the typical Slytherin characteristics but as he stares at you, his voice becomes softer. “Being clever, a leader, having determination….appearing immaculate without even trying.”

It doesn’t occur to you that he’s begun to list your own specific traits. You nod to reaffirm his beliefs. “Imagine what an authoritarian ruler would do.”

“You mean like Jeon Jeongguk?” A giggle escapes from your own lips as Jimin tilts his head back in laughter. “Word has it that he’s a Slytherin, you know.”

“Never,” you find a smile tugging at the corner of your lips in response. “He’d be kicked out within a day.”

Jimin’s laughter takes a while to subside, you find yourself admiring the way he makes you look so genuinely happy and carefree, a side of yourself you’ve scarcely seen recently.

“And anyway, who knows,” you nudge him lightly, “maybe you’ll find my style to be better.”

Without contemplating, he throws an arm over your shoulder and pulls you closer. It feels strange to have your own limb wrap around your body that’s much larger and the illusion of speaking to Jimin like he’s in his own body shatters. Still, you feel oddly comfortable.

“Maybe, you’ll grow to be a better Hufflepuff than I am.”

“I highly doubt that.” You give him a wry laugh in response, “try your best not to pee your pants, Park.”

“Will do.”

Writers notes: This was a collab with the wonderful writer, @dovechim so make sure to send her an abundant of messages and love! Check out her masterlist and other works too!! The next and final part will be released over on her blog!

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[edream93]

You’re a Gryffindor, Hook...

Hey, so the day’s almost over but I wanted to do a Huma Harry Potter AU since it was “the boy’s who lived” birthday. This beginning is based off of an earlier post with Huma HP AU headcanons that I did that you can check out here. I can’t promise that I’ll update this but I had some free time on my hand today. Anyway, hope you enjoy, let me know what you think, and please like and reblog.

“Slytherin. Slytherin. Slytherin.”

“Another Hook, eh? Hm...you’re definitely brave, boy...to the point of recklessness even...and that temper...HA!

“Slytherin! Slytherin! Slytherin!”

“But you’re not just a hot head, are you? There’s something else there...loyalty...honor…”

“SLYTHERIN! SLYTHERIN! SLYTHERIN!”

“...well it looks like it’s gotta be… GRYFFINDOR!!!”

“....no…”

This couldn’t be happening.

This...it..it just couldn’t be happening.

No...No...Nononononono-

“Mister Hook, I need you to move on along to your house table so that we can continue the sorting ceremony,” Fairy Godmother spoke next to him, a hint of annoyance in her otherwise calm tone as she removed the Sorting Hat from one Harry James Hook’s head.

Harry stood up, oddly compliant as Professor Godmother gave him a gentle nudge towards his assigned house table. He took a shaky step forward, nearly tripping over his robes as he went down the short set of steps towards his newly assigned house table.

His body moved on its own, mind blank except for one thought: “I’m a Slytherin, like me da. Like ‘Ettie. Not a Gryffindor...This can’t be right. It-it just can’t!”

But as he neared the table filled with crimson and gold wearing young wizards and witches, glaring at him like he was the upchuck that his father’s old familiar Tic Toc had spat out, Harry’s once plain black robes began to magically become trimmed with the colors of the brave and valiant house of Gryffindor.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he flopped himself down at the end of table, his earlier appetite gone and oblivious to the glares of his own house; oblivious to the sorting ceremony continuing; and oblivious to his best friend, Uma Triskelion being sorted into Slytherin, and the look of guilt on her face as she passed him, heading to the excited welcoming cheers of the Slytherin table.

---

Hours earlier, Uma flopped back into her seat, Mal’s annoying little cackle seeming to still echo throughout the room despite her having been gone for the last ten minutes. “What if I don’t get into Slytherin with you? What if Mal is right? What if-”

“Don’t ye even finish that thought, lass,” Harry hissed, jumping across the space that separates them in one of the small compartments of the Hogwarts Express to cover her mouth with his hand.

The young witch slapped his hand away, glaring at him before turning her head quickly to look out of the window, black braids nearly smacking her oldest friend.

Harry huffed, falling back in his seat across from her, the shirt of his uniform already untucked and his hair as messy and wild as always. “Come on, Uma,” he sighed. “You’re gonna be there in Slytherin right there with me and prove to that momma’s girl Mal and everyone else that they ain’t even half the witch you are.”

The compartment was silent for a second before Uma spoke, insecurity still in her voice. “If I’m not in Slytherin, Harry…” Uma began before cutting herself off, clearing her throat as she stared down at her shoes. “Will...will we still be friends?”

The boy looked at her quietly for a second before breaking out into a loud laugh. “Is that what got ye worried?” He ignored Uma’s scathing glare and moved to sit down next to her. “Uma, even if you get sorted with them lousy ‘Puffs, we’ll always stick together. No matter what.” Harry stuck out his hand towards her in a promise. “That’s a promise. I swear,” he murmured sincerely.

Uma let out a small smile. “Okay,” she nodded, taking his hand. “We stick together.”

---

Trying to sleep had been useless for Harry and it showed with how easily the bags underneath his eyes had formed.

The upperclassmen in Gryffindor had made it clear from the very beginning that they didn’t trust him because his da had been a dark wizard. That they thought he was gonna throw a killing curse at them while they were sleeping. When the rumors spread, noone, not even the other first years in his house wanted to be near him.

And he didn’t even want to think about how his eldest sister Harriet, a former Slytherin herself, was going to skin him alive when she found out about this. Hooks had been sorted into Slytherin for generations. He could just hear the hollwer that Harriet would send blaming him as always for something that wasn’t even his fault.

Harry groaned at the thought as he made his way to his first class. Honestly, he would have ditched class to avoid the staring and whispers if it hadn’t been for his damn head of house strolling into the dorm room Harry shared with some of the other boys in his year and tugging him by the ear out of bed.

“Merlin’s beard,” he paused in front of the classroom door. He wasn’t ready for this. He couldn’t do this. Nope. Nope. Nope. He may be a lot of things but he wouldn’t be the laughingstock of the school. He knew that once he stepped foot into that room full of Gryffindors and Slytherins he’d be surrounded by untrusting lions and devious snakes ready to exploit him. He couldn’t let that happen. He had to-

“Geez, did you get petrified by a Gorgon or something, Hook?” a familiar voice startled him. Harry spun around, coming face to face with Uma, an expectant look on the girl’s features. He couldn’t help but notice her robes, with their silver and emerald green trimming and matching tie. He should be wearing those colors too.

Harry would be lying if he didn’t admit a curl of jealousy crept into his throat at the sight. But it only lasted for a second as he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness for his friend. At least she would be fine. At least she would finally be able to show Mal and the rest of this stupid school that she was a witch not to be messed with. It was nice to think that he could at least look back on this and say he used to know Uma Triskelion before she left him behind for better things, the witch that-

“Quit your internal monologuing Hook before we’re late for class,” she hissed pushing past him, surprising him when she grabbed his arm as she passed, pulling him along.

Harry wasn’t prepared for the sudden shift and nearly fell on his face, catching himself just as Uma gave another forceful tug on his arm, pulling him further into the room. Any conversation that had been occurring immediately stopped, everyone watching as the short Slytherin girl determinedly pulled the outcast of Gryffindor into an empty seat before she sat down next to him. No one said a thing, neither on the Slytherin side of the room nor on the Gryffindor side. Even Harry found himself speechless as he watched Uma casually ruffle through her bag for her materials for class.

Uma seemed to allow a few more seconds of being stared at before she turned around, glaring fiercely at the other students until they averted their eyes, going into hushed conversations, pondering why the heck a Slytherin and a Gryffindor - members of the two houses with the biggest rivalries against each other for centuries - were sitting with each other.

When Uma turned back to Harry, she was met with pure shock and awe in his bright blue eyes.

“Uma, why-” Harry began but was cut off by a small hand against his lips, reminiscent of what he had done to her only the day before.

“Don’t you even finish that thought, Hook,” she hissed, the look in her eyes firm but not harsh. “We always stick together, right?” she stated more than questioned just as Professor Godmother came in to begin their Transfiguration class.

Harry bit his lip, tilting his head down just slightly so that his always messy hair obscured his eyes for a moment. “A-aye,” he managed to get out.

Uma didn’t say a word but she shifted slightly closer to him so that her leg brushed against his, ignoring the lingering eyes of their fellow classmates, in order to provide the simple comfort letting him know that she was there for him, that she would always be there for him.

When Harry finally did lift up his head, his eyes were bright and he flashed her his usual mischievous smile, making a face to mock Professor Godmother and her lecture whenever her back was turned back to the class.

They nearly got caught and given a week’s worth of detention on their first day when Uma couldn’t hold in her giggles at a particularly funny face Harry had made but it didn’t matter. Not to Harry at least.

Slytherin or not, he had Uma.

That would be enough for him.