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indebted to you - PSH 🎐

; PAIRING - sunghoon x gn!reader

; SYNOPSIS - every house at hogwarts has a student that doesn’t fit in. ravenclaw, known for intelligence and wit, had park sunghoon, who was neither. everyone’s always wondered how he ended up in the house, but when you follow him into the whomping willow one night during your patrols, you might just find out why.

; TAGS - one shot, hogwarts au, fluff, angst, healing each other, ravenclaw!sunghoon, ravenclaw!reader, book smart!r, street smart!sh, oblivious reader ; WARNINGS - reader gets injured and hurt pretty badly, not proofread and literally no planning whatsoever i winged this entire fic, just me and the voices

; WC - 5.1k

; AUTHOR'S CORNER! - this was requested! the req was pretty vague so i had a lot of freedom and it ended up longer than i planned LOL

every house has an odd one out.

a gryffindor that’s too scared and cowardly; a slytherin that gives up easily; a hufflepuff that would sell out anyone in a heartbeat.

in ravenclaw, you had park sunghoon.

he was everything ravenclaw was not. wit? nope, he was pretty slow. intelligence? honestly, he had about as much knowledge as a first year muggleborn (and he’s lived in the wizarding world his whole life). good grades? god, you don’t know how he managed to make it to 5th year when he was barely scraping by with As (acceptables) in his tests. even being best friends with arguably one of the smartest ravenclaws in your year, jake sim, he still fell short of others.

of course, that undoubtedly led to him being cast out, often sneered at and made fun of by others. how could he be a ravenclaw if he was so stupid?

you didn’t agree with them when they’d call him names, and took the mickey out of the poor boy. there‘s a particular memory you have - in which he entered the common room all battered up and bruised, with jake at his side.

you’d been horrified to see him in such a state, and hurried to help him by healing his wounds. jake had thanked you profusely, but sunghoon had fallen fast asleep on the couch.

you scoffed at the other five students in the room that just stared either in shock or amusement. ravenclaws were never really known for their empathy.

that’s why you weren’t surprised when your patrol partner derided him when you two spotted the oddity slipping out of the castle.

“can’t even hide himself,” he scoffed. “is there anything good he can do?”

“i’m sure there is,” you frown at the other prefect. “there’s got to be a reason the sorting hat put him with us.”

“maybe the sorting hat made a mistake.”

“the hat never makes mistakes.”

“park is a sure evidence that it does. maybe the old thing’s getting rusty in its game.”

you rolled your eyes and walked ahead, dismissing the guy and telling him you’d do the rest of the rounds on your own.

peering out a window, you watched sunghoon casually walk down the steps, towards the whomping willow, you realised. you left the castle and followed him down too, to warn him against visiting the violent tree.

when you got closer, you paused when sunghoon backed away as the tree came to life, and its branches started whipping in his direction. he reached into the book bag slung over his shoulder.

you hid behind a tree and watched curiously as he pulled out a little toy mouse and what looked to be a controller. where did he get that? sunghoon switched it on and placed it on the ground, before using his joystick controller to move the mouse around.

the mouse rolled on its wheels, and escaped the branches, rolling under them and to the base of the trunk. you gasp when the willow’s branches stop lashing out and wonder how he did that.

sunghoon turns sharply when he hears you, and looks around, his stare lingering on the spot you had just been standing in. he reluctantly continues into the gaping entrance at the roots of the tree.

you stay in your spot for a moment longer, wondering if it was really smart of you to follow sunghoon into the tree, infamous for its violent tendencies to destroy anything within its range.

but it’s your duty as a prefect to make sure sunghoon is safe, especially having caught him on his escapade during one of your own patrols. if you left him there and he was found dead or injured in the morning, you would be at fault.

gathering your resolve, you decide to push forward.

nearing the tree, it comes back to life and starts to try attacking you. you have to run back and sit for a moment, wondering how to get through the branches. it’s not like you had your own little mouse and joystick - and besides, if you did, you wouldn’t even know what to do with it. you had no idea exactly what sunghoon did with his tools to calm down the tree.

you curse yourself for not finding out a way to calm down whomping willow trees, but can you really blame yourself? that stuff was NEWT level, only taught in sixth year. you were only in fifth.

you decide to suck it up and watch as the tree swishes around and around, waiting for the branches to leave an opening to the entrance.

when the opportunity comes, you quickly spring into action and sprint towards the open space, praying the tree doesn’t sense you in time.

that was a silly hope. of course it detected you, hell - it might have even purposely left the space open just so you’d come nearer. either way, it swung its arms at you and pushed you to the side causing you to fall and roll on your side. pain shot through your side, so much so you were pretty sure you broke a rib or two. you never knew how strong the tree was.

laying on the ground and waiting the pain out would have been preferable, if there wasn’t a tree trying to whack you to death. so despite the throbbing pain, you forced yourself to get roll onto your stomach (god, maybe you broke three ribs) and got onto your knees.

you scrambled on the ground and ducked your head when another branch came flying by, and crawled (or at least, something like it) towards the hole sunghoon entered through.

as you lowered into the entrance, another branch struck at you, slashing through your uniform and into the skin of your back. a shriek ripped through your throat, and you slipped on the loose gravel of the entrance, sliding down into the tree.

“what are you doing here?”

you cracked an eye open painfully and stared up at sunghoon from where you were sitting on the ground, scrapped, injured, and grumpy.

“oh, nothing. just thought i’d get my ass whooped by my lovely friend, the whomping willow. nothing special, just your average sunday night, you know?”

he huffed amusedly and pulled you up by the wrist. you hissed at the pain, which had him faltering.

“are you okay? sorry, that’s a stupid question.”

“i’m perfectly dandy!”

“here, can you move onto the chair?” he asked, pulling a wooden and splintered chair closer to you. you stood up and sat on it, albeit wincing at every movement.

you pulled out your wand and pointed it at yourself, cleaning your body of all the dirt and grime. sunghoon stared at you contemplatively, concerned lacing his features as he tried to figure out what to do.

“not to disturb you from appreciating my face or anything, i know i’m drop dead gorgeous and all. however, i would really appreciate it if i got some help over here.”

sunghoon flushed red and rushed to your side, kneeling as he pointed his own wand at your ribs.

“i don’t think i need to tell you that this is gonna hurt.”

“what are you doing?” you ask curiously.

he ignores you, speaking an unfamiliar incantation.

then followed: the longest, most agonising 15 seconds of your life.

the air was pushed out of your lungs, and your insides screamed as you felt your bones rearranging themselves. you thrashed as you begged for it to stop, for the pain to go away, or to just die right then and there, if only so the torture would stop.

as if the world was listening, it did stop. as abruptly as it started, it ended. hesitantly, you opened your eyes, to see sunghoon still kneeling in front of you, sweat rolling down his face, searching your face for any signs of further discomfort.

“are you okay?”

you blinked, staring into his eyes. there was a light in them - from where, you don’t know. there was barely any light in the room, the only source being the moon from outside the window.

“what… just happened,” you asked, almost forgetting to reply.

“i performed a spell the sped up the regeneration of your bones.”

you blinked again.

“…so, i’m okay?”

“i’m asking you that.”

“right.” you stood up and felt your torso with your hands, twisting your middle to test for any pain. “yeah, i think my ribs are fixed.”

“probably not fully,” he corrected, rubbing his nape awkwardly. “i haven’t mastered the spell just yet, so your bones may feel a bit stiff in the morning. just don’t do that again.”

“okay, wait. i have so many questions right now.”

sunghoon looked like he expected it, inhaling a breath and sitting on the dusty bed. “a question for a question, ‘kay? ask away.”

“where do i even start?” you sighed. you realised you still had scratches, and the slit on your back. you worked quickly to heal them, while sunghoon went over to help you with your back injury, seeing as you were struggling to reach it.

“how about, what’s your skin care routine, sunghoon?” he joked.

“and they say you don’t have a smart mouth,” you scoff, but laugh anyway.

“they also say i have pretty good skin.”

“i get it, your skin is clearer than any blue sky,” you roll your eyes, sighing in relief as sunghoon casts a (much more soothing) healing spell on your back. “okay, what are you doing here?”

“i was enjoying my peace and quiet, at least until you came.”

“you come to the whomping willow often?”

“i guess so,” he shrugs. “sometimes, when i can’t stand going back to the ravenclaw dorms, i go here.”

“oh.”

“your turn. what are you doing here?”

“to ask for your skin care,” you blurt out. sunghoon barks a beautiful laugh. “i saw you when i was on patrol and followed you when i saw you were going to the whomping willow. i wanted to tell you it was dangerous, and stupid.”

“and yet, you’re the one who’s hurt and injured.”

“theres a reason students are forbidden from coming here,” you say.

“yeah, so why didn’t you just call a teacher? you didn’t have to follow me all the way here, and you knew how dangerous it was.”

you stared at your lap. you didn’t think of just calling a professor, but now that seemed like the more logical thing to do.

“you must have been doing this a long time then, if you knew how to get past the tree safely.”

“about a year and a half,” he confirms. “do you remember that day i came back all messed up?”

“you remember that?” you ask, looking at him with wide eyes.

“how could i not? everyone looked at me like i deserved it, but you were the only person who did anything,” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“i thought you were beat up by other kids.”

“nope. that was the first time i tried to get into the whomping willow. i just hated the idea of going back to the common room, but i didn’t have a way of getting past the tree’s angry arms just yet. jake found me beat up and bleeding on the ground, and brought me back up to the castle.”

“he didn’t bring you to the infirmary? otherwise you would have been perfectly fine when you came back.”

“i asked him not to. even the nurse hates me,” he confessed quietly. your heart ached, and you hated everyone else at that very moment.

how could people hate sunghoon so much for suffering in school? he, who was healing you right now in the dark room of the whomping willow tree. how did he even know that spell earlier?

“can i ask how you knew that spell earlier? i didn’t recognise it.”

sunghoon chuckled. “okay, but that’s two questions. you owe me two answers.” you’d forgotten you were playing some sort of game.

“fine.”

“sometimes, i like to read up on books from other nations. i used to do it only because i’d been searching for a spell to freeze a large body of water for ice skating - i like to do that too - but it turned into a genuine interest.”

“reading up on foreign spells? huh,” you thought out loud. “that’s actually really cool. i’d never thought of it. where was the one you put on my bones earlier from?”

“south asia. i practiced almost all of the spells i came across, but it’s not like i had anything to test them on. i wasn’t going to break some poor animal’s ribs just to see if i could fix it.”

“ah, so i was your lab rat, huh?”

“i guess,” he shrugged. “maybe if i had more practice, i’d have actually been able to fix them entirely.”

“don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. “honestly, the fact you could even perform the spell so well without much practice is amazing. thank you, by the way. i’d probably be at the infirmary instead by now, slowly healing with a stupid magic hot pack the nurse always gives.”

sunghoon laughed at that. “the nurses always give those out. pretty useless, huh?”

“if you ask me, i think they’re just lazy at their job.”

you turn to look at the boy appreciatively, but instead you’re captured in a trance.

the way the moon illuminated his features made him look ethereal; you were jealous. how could someone make a person this beautiful, only to put them through torment from others? it didn’t make sense. it wasn’t fair.

sunghoon squeezed your hand, and only then did you realise he’d been holding it. was he holding your hand the whole time?

“let’s go back to the castle. i don’t think you’d want to spend the rest of the night in the whomping willow.”

“you’re right. but what about you? are you sure you want to go back?”

“i’m feeling better about going up, now that i’ve talked to you.”

“glad i served two purposes by being hurt tonight,” you jokingly saluted. you two shared a laugh before starting back up the path to the castle, being careful not to get caught being out after-hours.

when you two reached the top of the spiral staircase to your house's common room, you approached the eagle knocker on the door.

"when is ninety-nine more than a hundred?" the knocker asked.

you paused for a moment to think, looking to sunghoon for help. he only shrugged at you.

"on a microwave," you realised. "press ninety-nine, and it'll go for a minute and thirty-nine seconds. press one hundred, and the microwave will only work for a minute."

the door swung open after a moment, allowing you and sunghoon to enter.

"i can never answer those riddles."

you looked at him confusedly. "really?"

"really. i've given up trying to answer them since first year," he chuckled quietly to himself.

"but you have to answer them to get into the common room and dorms. how do you usually get back in, then?"

he smiled at you, flashing his fanged tooth. "that's your third question. i usually always come back with jake or sometimes jungwon, and they'll answer it for me. if i'm not with them, well, i'll just wait until they come."

"on the times they don't?"

"then i go to the whomping willow," he looks ahead. "tonight was one of those times, actually. it was the main reason i went out. jake's sick and he's been in bed all day. jungwon is out probably picking a fight with some other smarty-pants."

"oh. that sucks," is your intelligent reply.

"i always said that a password like the gryffindors would have been easier than riddles," he huffs.

ever since that night at the whomping willow, you and sunghoon were considerably. more acquainted and friendly with each other.

smiles shared across crowded hallways and sitting with the other in the ravenclaw common room became normal. sometimes, when you waited for your friends in the great hall for breakfast, sunghoon would strike up a conversation with you, and you'd happily converse with him (and jake).

neither of you had told your friends about the incident. or at least, you didn't. if sunghoon told jake, or any of his other friends (who the school called 'enhypen'), they didn't show any signs of knowing what went down between you two.

that didn't stop your own friends from raising an eyebrow when you said a quick hi to the taller boy, though. the same could be said for sunghoon's friends. there were countless times jake had (very obviously) pushed you two together with a grin on his face and a glint in his eyes. you and sunghoon just rolled your eyes and shared a secret smile - one that had your heart beating a little faster, unable to hold his gaze for a second longer.

that was weird, you thought one day. sunghoon had discreetly levitated some small chocolates to you in class, before you started feeling warmer and found it harder to focus on the lesson. maybe you were getting a fever.

on another note, your newfound friendship with ravenclaw's outcast meant that you often asked about what book he was reading and from where. sometimes you two would even study it together in the library.

"hey, i wanna practice a new spell i found," he greets you as he enters the common room (with jungwon).

"good day to you too," you reply. "do you need to break my ribs and test this 'new spell' on me?"

"if you're offering," he grins.

"i don't know what you're doing, y/n," jungwon starts. "but somehow, this guy's gotten better at comebacks."

"i guess your sarcasm is rubbing off on me."

"i do have that effect on people," you shrug nonchalantly, but let a smile pull at your lips.

the new spell definitely did not need any broken ribs. if anything, it would protect you from them next time.

sunghoon had cast a shield charm on you - one like an invisible bubble around your figure. nothing could get within a two meter range of you, the bubble following you around wherever you walked.

"this is pretty cool," you wow in amazement. you walk closer to the boy, only for him to be forcefully pushed back before you can even touch him. "no wonder charms is the only subject you're acing."

"well, that's why i have you and jake tutoring me on everything else."

"i should ask you where you even get the books for these spells. the international selection in the library isn't exactly that big."

"jake's parents work around the globe, and send me them."

"jake's really got your back, huh?"

"yup. that's four questions, by the way."

"oh, c'mon!" you roll your eyes and groan. sunghoon throws his head back in laughter. "just ask me your damn questions."

"hmm," he said thoughtfully. "why are you nice to me?"

you looked at him meaningfully. "i'm not nice to you, sunghoon. i just have enough human decency to treat you with the respect you have the right to."

he stared at you for a moment with an unreadable expression.

after a moment, he cast off the shield spell, and walked closer to you. he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, making sure you were okay with it. you hugged him first, and felt him envelope you in an embrace after.

his warmth seeped into your clothes, which you welcomed wholly considering the cold february air. you could feel his heart beating fast - or is it yours?

with your chin sitting on his shoulder, you could see the great lake which had frozen from the winter temperature behind him, and remembered something he told you.

"you were looking for a spell to freeze large bodies of water."

"that's not a question," he mumbles against your shoulder.

"no, it's not."

"like i said, i wanted to go ice skating. it's fun, and i feel free when i do it. but you can't really go skating much at school when there's no ice rink."

"so you wanted to freeze the great lake? isn't there already some spell for that?"

"well, yeah. but that spell freezes it for a pretty long time, and i don't think the merpeople would appreciate their home being frozen for half the year."

"or that the school would allow it," you remind him.

"yeah, that too," he chuckled, his laugh reverberating through you. he finally let go and turned to the lake. "i wanted to find a temporary freezing spell - a few hours at most."

you hummed and stared into the cloudy sunset with him. you missed the warmth of his body, oddly enough.

"could i borrow the book you got this spell from?" you asked him. "that's not a question, by the way."

he smiled. "no, it's not."

maybe you really should go see the nurse. you don't think whatever magical hot pack she'll give you would help with your fever, though.

lately, you noticed that your pulse seemed to increase every so often. when that happened, you felt a bit more nervous - picking at your skin, bouncing your leg, etc. you were struggling to focus in some of your classes too, and you really needed to pick up your weight for your upcoming OWLs.

"stop biting your lip," sunghoon tells you one time.

"i'm not biting my lip. i don't do that," you look at him confusedly.

"you were just doing it. you've been doing it often," he tells you.

"you noticed?" you asked, surprised. his demeanour turned bashful.

"i guess so. here, i got you lip balm."

sunghoon reached into his bag and pulled out a small chapstick.

"for me?" he surprised you again. sunghoon nods. "your lips have gotten uneven and red from all that biting. this should help."

"...thanks," you say, taking the item from his hand.

you don't miss the way his breath hitches when your skin brushes against his. or the way you, both go quiet, unable to make conversation for once.

"so!" you clear your throat, looking in another direction. looking at sunghoon definitely wasn't going to help with your fever right now, or whatever it is you had.

"you still have three questions for me."

"i do," he huffs with a lilt in his tone. "white or dark chocolate?"

you consider him. you didn't understand this little game he was playing - wasn't it supposed to be meaningful questions? one that let you learn more about the other? sunghoon was always unpredictable - you could never guess what he was going to do next. he wasn't just a book you could read and learn from.

a laugh escapes you. "milk chocolate."

something you could read up on however, was the symptoms you were feeling. unfortunately, none of the medicinal books you read had answers that suited you.

you found yourself spending late nights at the ravenclaw library, scouring the shelves for an answer. did you have a new disease, or something?

"y/n?" you jumped when you heard jake's voice call out from below.

climbing down the ladder, you glare at him. "you scared me. what are you doing here? it's like two in the morning."

"it's almost three, actually." you wanted to laugh as he pushed up his glasses. "and anyway, i was going to ask you that question first."

you set down the books in your arms and start flipping through them.

"i was looking for something - a disease, maybe."

"oh? why's that?"

"i've not been feeling well, lately."

"i know a fair lot about medicine and sicknesses," he tells you. "shoot."

"well, i guess my temperature's been fluctuating. sometimes, it would get hotter, at random points in the day. i start to feel ditzy, like my mind goes haywire. i feel anxious when it happens, and it's a little harder to concentrate in class."

"uh huh..." he says thoughtfully. "do you ever feel that in history of magic?"

you look at him with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. "i always feel it during that class!"

"okay, i wanna ask you a question," he faces you. you scrunch your nose.

"you're just like sunghoon. always talking about that stupid question game."

jake just smirked at you. "nevermind, i already got my answer."

"what?"

"i think... the disease you're looking for, is feelings."

"feelings?"

"feelings for sunghoon. i think you like him a lot. you feel all that during history - a class you share with him," he thinks out loud. "i was going to ask if you think about sunghoon often, but you literally mentioned him just now, before i even brought him up."

jake made his way over to you and tapped two fingers to your chest, right above your heart.

"i'm not an expert, but i think this is an easily diagnosable case of love."

you gaped at him, slowly taking your seat.

"i like sunghoon?"

"how long have you been feeling this?"

"maybe a few months, now."

"wow," jake whistled. "i think you should tell him"

"i think that's stupid."

"well, not every ravenclaw can be smart," he shrugged. you glared at him.

"what are you doing here anyway? i don't suppose you're also looking for a diagnosis of love. if anything, i'd diagnose you with nosy."

jake laughed at that. "nah, i was actually looking for you. it's getting kinda boring seeing you and sunghoon pine over each other. thought i'd finally do something about it."

you threw a book at him, which he dodged. unfortunately, he didn't anticipate the second.

"ow!"

"like i said - nosy."

"i do have a pretty good nose - one you'll break if you throw another book at me."

"ugh, you and your friend are so full of yourselves," you scoff. you begin to walk out the library, refusing to see the grin on jake's face.

the sound of his laughter was cut off by the slam of the library doors behind you.

"bring your skates," you shout excitedly to sunghoon as soon as you run into the common room.

he looks at you in bewilderment from the couch, where he'd been playing wizarding chess with jungwon and jake.

"it's the middle of march, the ice has melted. where the hell am i going to skate?"

"just bring it," you smile.

you drag sunghoon down to the great lake by his wrist, both of you guys holding onto ice skates. the sun shines, sparkling in the water of the great lake.

you stop by the lake and fix your skates on. sunghoon follows suit.

"i still don't get what's happening."

"i found a way we can skate even when there's no more ice."

"really?" he gasps, a mix of surprise and excitement on his face. "you found a spell? from where?"

"actually... i didn't find one," you admit meekly. "i made one."

"you made a spell?" he asks, astonished. "how? when? why?"

"you only have two questions," you tease him. it felt good to get him back.

"remember when i asked for the book that had that shield spell?"

"yes."

"i had an idea - what if we could make the water freeze around us? like the way the shield has a range around you where no one can hurt you. i put that concept onto freezing water, and made a spell where the water freezes into ice only around you. that way, you can skate, without freezing the whole lake!"

"that's- that's amazing..." he gawked at you. "have you tried it yet?"

"yep! i wanted to make sure it worked before i got your hopes up."

the both of you stand up and stumble towards the water. you point your wand at the blades on both your shoes, and said the incantation for the spell.

sunghoon tentatively stepped onto the water, wowing when the water around him froze. you watched as he slowly begun to skate on the lake, following him.

"you're crazy," he exclaims with joyful laughter. "you're literally insane. i don't know how you did that. but you're amazing."

you blushed at his praise, his words affecting you way more than anyone else's would have.

being distracted and flustered, you lost your footing on the water (or ice?) and slipped. thankfully, sunghoon dashed towards you and caught you before you planted into the ground.

"careful," he told you. "although i would like to practice that regenerating rib spell, i don't want you breaking any bones again."

you smile shyly, clinging onto his shoulder as he wraps his arm around your back, making sure you didn't fall.

"thank you," you say. "you're always looking after me."

"you did the same for me."

"just once, though. this must be the fifth time you've helped me."

"well, you're kind of clumsy."

"only when i'm with you, it seems."

sunghoon paused, and turned around to look at you, finally letting go of you. you gazed back at him.

"what do you mean?"

"that's two extra questions," you smile at him. "you owe me two answers."

you took in a breath and looked away. you weren't sure if you wanted to see his reaction.

"i think i like you, park sunghoon. meeting you and becoming your friend was a total accident, but a good one. i'm happy it happened, and i wouldn't have changed anything. otherwise, i wouldn't have ever experienced this carefree feeling when i'm around you. i wouldn't have felt what it's like to have my heart speed up, or to look forward to seeing a person every day. and i wouldn't have that person be anyone other than you." serendipity.

you turned to look at him, whose eyes were blown wide, mouth agape. his eyes put his feelings on full display. you could see the disbelief, relief, and affection in them. it gave you courage to say your next words.

"so, you owe me two answers."

he closed his mouth and nodded, gulping down in anticipation. you skate closer, inches disappearing between you two.

"sunghoon, would you let me be yours?"

"yes. yes, yes, yes," he nods, grabbing your wrists and pulling you closer. "if only you'll let me be yours."

you giggle, and lean into him. your faces are now centimetres apart.

"and lastly, can i kiss you?"

he chuckles back. "you really don't have to ask that question."

"just wanted to make sure," you smile, before he crashes his lips onto yours.

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princesunghoons · 22 days ago

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duelling for sugar quills (park sunghoon/reader) - ch.1

pairing: park sunghoon x reader word count: 2.6k genre: hogwarts!au a/n: i haven't used tumblr or published anything in like 3+ years so i'm rusty and idk what's trendy now. anyway i also posted this on ao3 (sunghoonz), so i'm curious to see what platform is more ~popular~ these days. god i feel old.

you and sunghoon are both sixth-year students at hogwarts—but in all other regards, you're complete opposites. you're a hufflepuff. sunghoon's a slytherin. you're a muggle-born. sunghoon's a pure-blood.

well, thank merlin that you two hate each other—mostly.

sunghoon's stomach drops the second he steps into the prefects' cabin.

of course. of course it's her. sunghoon shouldn't be surprised. jang wonyoung is the brightest student in her year, as well as the most popular now-fifth-year. really, it was a given that she would be chosen as one of slytherin's new prefects.

it's just an unfortunate coincidence that she had been sunghoon's girlfriend until the end of last school year.

while all of the other prefects greet him, including his fellow sixth-year kim minjeong and their other newest member, nikimura rishi (or as he prefers to be called, niki), wonyoung doesn't even spare a glance at him. she just faces the front of the cabin, arms crossed, eyes unmoving.

"how was your summer?" minjeong asks, giving him a warm hug. it's a welcome distraction from wonyoung.

"pretty good," sunghoon replies. "my family and i visited our home in korea."

she whistles. "i'm so jealous! my mom made me stay home and study for our n.e.w.t.s all summer. she wasn't happy that i got a 'poor' in history of magic and divination. and a 'troll' in arithmancy and muggle studies, but let's not talk about those."

"that's not too bad," he chuckles, combing one hand through his black hair. "i failed astronomy, divination, and muggle studies. i think i got a 'troll' in ancient runes, too."

"oh, well." minjeong shrugs. "i passed all the classes i want to do my n.e.w.t.s in, so i don't care about my o.w.l.s anymore. i just want to—"

she's cut off by the door sliding open, revealing a gaggle of rather loud (as expected) and rather angry (unusual) hufflepuffs. out of the four, sunghoon recognizes only two: sixth-years sung hanbin and you.

his heart flutters a little when he sees you, in a way that's different from how it does when he lays eyes on wonyoung. you got prettier over the summer, he notices. your hair is just as shiny as ever, but definitely a little longer, and you seem to have gotten tanner. you're still sporting muggle clothes, a pair of shorts that show off your legs and a cropped halter top that exposes a thin strip of bare skin on your midriff. your wand hangs out of your back pocket, flouting the professors' reminders to "never put your wand there unless you want to break it". you dress unlike anyone else sunghoon's ever encountered, and he's still not sure if he likes it or not. but you sure are intriguing.

his eyes dart over to wonyoung without thinking. now she's turned around, staring at the gathering of hufflepuffs with an unrepressed glare on her face. she's fixated on your laughing form with gritted teeth and clenched fists. sunghoon winces, quickly dropping his eyes before anyone can notice.

maybe she's right to be upset. he remembers all the times she'd accused him of flirting with you, although sunghoon never did. the most that had ever happened between the two of you was that sunghoon found you attractive.

that, and the kiss you'd shared in an empty classroom late one night during your fourth-year. sunghoon had asked for your help in charms. he'd done so on occasion since you were second-years, when flitwick had requested that you help him with learning reducio and engorgio. sunghoon had always found you to be another obnoxious hufflepuff, but he discovered that it was easy to be comfortable around you. there was no sign of judgement as you guided him carefully through the incantations and wand movements. from then on, whenever he needed help with charms, he would ask you. and in return, you would sometimes ask him to tutor you in potions, although you seemed to prefer someone else, like your best friend, hanbin, for help.

that always bothered sunghoon. he didn't know why.

the kiss had happened spontaneously. sunghoon doesn't remember who kissed who first, or how, or why. all he remembers is the feeling of your soft lips against his, the explosions like fireworks in his chest, how he'd gripped his robes in his fists because he didn't know how to, or if, he could touch you. it was a short, chaste kiss, the innocent type shared by two teenagers who clearly didn't know how to kiss, heavy breathing and awkward stiffness and nervous giggles. the type of kiss that happens only once in your life, the first time. because it was sunghoon's first kiss.

not that anyone else knew. you and sunghoon swore that that was a secret each of you would take to your graves. perhaps his better judgement, he trusted you. he certainly never told anyone—not his family, not his friends, and never wonyoung. he was more than content to let her believe that their first kiss was his, because the two of you would never, ever do that again.

"late as always, (y/l/n), sung," slytherin head boy, seventh-year kim hongjoong, scoffs at the hufflepuffs as they saunter past.

"can it," hanbin warns. "it's not even the beginning of term yet."

you and hanbin escort who sunghoon realizes must be the two new fifth-year prefects over to where hufflepuff head boy and girl, lee taeyoung and kwon eunbi, are sitting, and immediately start engaging in a hushed, intense conversation. from where sunghoon is sitting, he can only see taeyong and eunbi's faces. and the two of them do not look happy.

sunghoon wonders what that must be about, but his train of thought and the hufflepuffs' conversation are quickly interrupted by gryffindor head girl, park jihyo, clapping her hands together.

"welcome to another school year!" even without an amplifying charm, jihyo's voice carries throughout the entire cabin. "let's get this meeting started, yeah?"

the prefects' meeting passes without much excitement. sunghoon finds himself nodding off around the thirty-minute mark, but a swift kick to the shin from minjeong, as reliable as ever, brings him back to reality. even the house meeting between the slytherin prefects goes in one ear and out the other, mostly because sunghoon spends all of his effort on trying to ignore wonyoung sitting across from him.

finally, hongjoon dismisses them and sunghoon leaps up from his seat, eager to escape the tension building between him and wonyoung. however, as he's speed-walking towards the door, you and hanbin stroll up to him.

"hey, park," hanbin greets him. both of you are wearing matching poorly-contained, shit-eating smirks that sunghoon really doesn't like.

"tell sim i said sorry, yeah?" you raise your eyebrows. "i hope that one of your friends has figured out prior incantatem already."

with that, you stroll past him and out of the prefects' cabin. sunghoon sighs, shoulders slumping, as he follows behind a little more slowly. there goes his wish of having a peaceful hogwarts express ride.

it's not hard for sunghoon to begin piecing together what happened. as he slides open the door to his friends' compartment, he catches jake ranting about "that muggle bitch", waving his arms about wildly with a half-eaten jelly slug clutched in one fist.

sunghoon raises his eyebrows at jake. "i guess this has something to do with why (y/l/n) told me to say 'sorry' to you?"

"she silencio'd me!" jake cries indignantly, pure rage painted across his features.

sunghoon glances across from him at jay and heeseung, whose expressions are somewhere between indignant at you and amused by jake.

"he told her that muggle-borns need to know their place," jay supplies helpfully.

"oh." sunghoon swipes a chocolate frog off of the table between them and slides in next to jake. he can tell that jake is a bit disappointed by his response, but he doesn't really care.

"i wanna get her back." jake changes the subject, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back.

"a duel?" heeseung asks. jake shakes his head. while all of them are competent duellers, you and hanbin are easily two of the best in hogwarts. maybe the two best duellers in hogwarts. in your first year, you'd managed to persuade flitwick into restarting the duelling club. after that, you'd racked up so many wins between you that a bigger blackboard had to be brought in to accommodate the sheer amount of tally marks hufflepuff was acquiring. in fact, sunghoon's pretty sure that the only person you or hanbin have ever lost to is the other.

"she used a nonverbal silencio, remember?" jay points out. "none of us can do nonverbal spells yet."

sunghoon chews on his chocolate frog thoughtfully. "we're supposed to learn those this year, though. so maybe we can—"

"by the time we do, she'll have moved onto wandless spells or something," jake grumbles, cutting him off. "let's face it. we can't beat her in a duel."

"maybe not," sunghoon acquiesces. "but if we have potions with her, we could sabotage her cauldron...?"

"or blatch her again," jay suggests.

"perhaps," jake muses. "we've already done those things, though. i want to try something new."

sunghoon remembers those two incidents clearly. jay, their residents potions ace, had secretly added bulbadox powder to your cure for boils their first year, causing a "delightfully blue" explosion that had led to a ten-point deduction from hufflepuff. and their third year, heeseung had blatched you while you were pulling a starfish-and-stick, letting you fall meters to a broken ribcage and collarbone. madam hooch had somehow missed the foul, so slytherin was never penalized and heeseung's name became the talk of the town. feeling a small amount of guilt by association, sunghoon had visited you in the hospital wing late one night with flowers, but you'd yelled at him to leave you alone.

the rest of the train ride passes without much incident. content to leave his plans of revenge for later, jake falls asleep quickly on sunghoon's shoulder, snoring loudly into his ear. jay and heeseung follow suit, leaning against one another and filling the compartment with snuffles more deafening than a thunderbird's roar. as a prefect, sunghoon has no such luxury. every few hours, he has to rise, gently push jake's head to the other side (which manages to never wake him up, despite his head inexplicably finding sunghoon's shoulder again the second he sits back down), and sneak out into the corridor to do his patrols. he's lucky that minjeong is always waiting for him and they can chat as they walk up and down the halls together. it helps the time pass by faster and makes it a whole lot less uncomfortable whenever they cross paths with wonyoung and niki.

eventually, the train grinds to a screeching halt and hogsmeade station. smacking their lips, stretching, and yawning, sunghoon's friends slowly rise to their feet. with a quick "see you later", sunghoon ducks out of the compartment once again to fulfill his duty of guiding the younger students to their places.

as he's comforting a teary first-year who confesses that she's feeling homesick, he hears professor flitwick's squeaky voice rising amongst the din. even though he can't see him, the crowd parts for him so that sunghoon can trace his trail through the students.

"jake sim! (y/n) (y/l/n)! with me, now!"

he does not sound pleased. sunghoon catches minjeong's eye over the gaggle of first-years and they exchange ominous glances. oh, well. sunghoon just hopes that they don't get expelled before the term even begins.

you and jake appear in the entrance to the great hall right as sunghoon is sitting down after helping some second-years find their places and mcgonagall is standing to approach the lectern. sunghoon glances behind her; flitwick is already back in his seat, chatting with longbottom as if nothing ever happened. meanwhile, you and jake could not be wearing more different expressions—jake is perfectly jovial, whistling a cheerful tune with a smirk on his face and his hands stuffed into his pockets, while you look like you're doing everything within your will to restrain yourself from reaching to the left and strangling him. you two split apart without acknowledging one another and jake saunters over to his friends with nary a care in the world.

"what happened?" jay whispers loudly as sunghoon scoots to the side and pats the spot that he'd saved.

"nothing too bad." jake shrugs as he takes a seat. "flitwick took twenty house points from both of us. told (y/l/n) that if she did anything like that again, he'd take away her prefect badge. told me that if i spoke that way again, i'd be in midnight detention for the rest of the school year."

sunghoon groans. "you lost us twenty house points already?"

jake shrugs. "we'll earn them back in slughorn's class, easy."

"shut up!" to his right, minjeong lands a hard elbow to sunghoon's ribcage that makes him nearly yelp. however, she gets her point across, and sunghoon turns to face where headmistress mcgonagall is making her typical start-of-term feast. his eyes stray over to the professors standing behind her. slughorn... flitwick... longbottom... scamander... trelawney... rowle...

sunghoon frowns. on the far right, beside sinistra, is a hunched-over, older man in ragged robes that he's never seen before. his hair and beard are long and scraggly, black mixed with gray, and an unpleasant sneer stretches from ear-to-ear across his pale, gaunt face. despite his posture, he manages to tower over the other professors. by the looks of it, he'd be nearing hagrid's height if he stood straight up.

there's something about him that sunghoon doesn't like. he can't place his finger on it, but whenever he looks at the man, he begins to feel queasy. glancing around at the other students, it's clear that they've begun to notice him too, exchanging uneasy whispers. some of the first-years in the front visibly recoil when they notice him leering at them.

for better or for worse, they don't have to wonder who he is for long.

"as many of you may have noticed, professor brindlemore is no longer teaching with us," mcgonagall announces. "she has decided to return to her work with the ministry of magic. taking her place as professor of defense against the dark arts is professor moriatty. would you like to introduce yourself...?"

moriatty glides over to the lectern with too much grace for his spindly, stooped-over frame as heeseung whispers to jay, jake, and sunghoon.

"he's our new dada teacher?" his voice is filled with a mix of fear and concern.

"we're never getting our n.e.w.t.," jay groans, head hanging low in defeat.

"look at (y/l/n)." jake points over to the hufflepuff table. it's not hard to spot you—you're already gesticulating wildly to everyone in your vicinity, talking animatedly. "she's positively fuming."

"makes sense," sunghoon sighs. "best dueller in our year and all."

"he better not be worse than brindlemore," heeseung grumbles. "some of us want to become aurors, you know."

"you got an 'e' in it last year, yeah?" sunghoon comforts him. "i reckon you'll be fine, even if moriatty is shite."

heeseung just huffs, shaking his head. even though sunghoon isn't planning to become an auror, he feels just as much unease. but he resolves it by peeking at the hufflepuff table again, where you've seemed to calm down, no doubt with hanbin's help. if anything, sunghoon reassures himself, he'll just ask you for help.

just as he's always done.

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𖤐One Kiss and A Quidditch Match — Chapter 3: Herbology𖤐

Prologue (recommended to read)

Chapter 2 (previous)

Pair: Cedric Diggory x Male Slytherin Reader

Word count: 2.3K words

Summary of the book: You and Cedric Diggory hate each other. It has always been this way. But everything changes one night when you kiss each other at a party. Now, it seems you can’t escape each other — from being partnered up in Herbology for an important project to having to help Cedric during the Triwizard Tournament.

Summary of the chapter: It's been two weeks since the party. You are nearly late to Herbology and Professor Sprout asks you to do something you are apprehensive about.

Notes: Please comment anything I should change to improve this. Also, I am not British so I am not 100% sure how to correctly write people from the UK.

Content warning: There are a couple curse words and in this chapter, but they are not frequent.

!PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE WITHOUT PERMISSION OR CREDITS TO ME!

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Wake up.

(Name!)

You jolted up, bumping heads with Brian, who recoiled, holding his temple in pain, “Ow! What the fuck? Is your forehead made of steel or something? Do you wear an invisible helmet to bed or is it just your dense skull??”

“Blimey, why are you so aggressive this morning?” You groaned, feeling a throbbing pain in your temple.

“Well I wouldn’t be this peeved if this wasn’t the third time this week you woke up late!” said Brian, throwing your covers to the ground. “Seriously, man, it’s Wednesday.”

Your jaw dropped, “What??”

“Yeah,” Brian huffed, “Class is in twenty five minutes.”

“Twenty five minutes???” You practically screamed, jumping out of your bed and frantically grabbing your uniform from Brian’s hands.

“Yup. You missed breakfast, but Winnie’s in the common room with a snack.” Brian said, sitting on your bed as you changed, “We just assumed you had gone to the library until Alistair showed up saying you were still sleeping like a cat in sunlight.”

You nodded along, trembling fingers struggling to button your shirt.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Brian offered. You let him button your shirt.

Slipping on your robes and shoes, you asked him, “How much time do we have to get to class now?” You prayed the answer wasn’t too little time.

Your prayers were answered when Brian pulled out his rusty pocket watch, “A little over twenty minutes.”

“What class do we have?”

“Herbology with the Hufflepuffs.”

You groaned as he passed you your already packed book back, “Fantastic. My day has already been ruined at the thought.”

Brian shrugged as he followed you, petting your sleeping black cat, Coffee, on the way out.

Winnie sat still on one of the leather couches, frozen like a statue, although you knew she was daydreaming. In both of her hands, she held a grilled cheese sandwich, and her pink bag lay on her lap. Brian’s was propped up on the arm of the couch next to her.

“Winnie!” you shouted to get her attention as you walked past her, and Brian grabbed his bag. “Let’s go.”

Winnie quickly got up from her seat, swinging her bag onto her shoulders and skipping to catch up to the two of you who were already out of the dorm.

She handed you one of the sandwiches, “Thanks,” you mumbled, taking a bite of the gooey snack.

The three of you raced up the steps almost as fast as your heart was from the nervousness of being late to class. You reckoned Professor Sprout would shrug it off as she often did, but it didn’t look good on your record.

“So,” hummed Winnie, keeping the second grilled cheese sandwich for you, “How come you keep waking up super late for class?”

You shrugged with a small hmm.

Truth be told, you did know what was ruining your sleep. It was that night. The night you and Cedric… yeah.

Even thinking about it made the back of your neck heat up, and your thoughts circle back to that moment.

The warmth of his lips lingered on yours like a ghost of the memory, a small reminder of what happened in that room. You recalled how the room seemed to disappear around the two of you.

You remembered the nights you spent awake, not studying or working or chatting with friends, but obsessively playing the scene again and again in your head like a Muggle movie. Over and over. It was stuck like that, and you would think about that moment until the wave of tiredness pulled you into slumber.

Winnie and Brian both knew about it—Brian since he was in the room with you, and Winnie since she was probably your closest friend. You both went through a lot together, and you kept some secrets between the two of you. You didn’t want to worry Elsie, and you knew Alistair would freak out if he knew about it.

You were certain the students in the room wouldn’t spill anything to the rest of the school. Ziggy made sure of that. He cast a spell on all of the members so that they physically couldn’t reveal what had happened during the game to anyone who hadn’t played unless they wanted a deformed nose and a shaved head.

Winnie handed you your second grilled cheese sandwich, which you gladly took.

“How much time do we have left, Brian?” she asked.

He took out his pocket watch and muttered a curse under his breath, “Five minutes.”

You choked on your sandwich, “Merlin’s Beard! Hurry!”

You picked up your pace, finally reaching the top of the stairs and sprinted out of the castle. Winnie slipped, but you caught her arm. Brian raced in front of you.

“Go!” You hissed, dragging Winnie to the greenhouse directly after Brian.

Out of breath, you looked around you. Luckily, the class didn’t seem to have started; students were loudly chatting among themselves around the table, casually putting on their dragonhide gloves and white Herbology cloaks.

You noticed Elsie standing on her own, chewing on her nails. Alistair was talking to Ziggy and the blond-haired boy while Destiny listened to her friends’ conversation. She occasionally glanced towards Alistair, her features displaying an evident betrayal.

You recalled that Alistair said she broke up with him because he kissed another girl during Spin the Bottle.

According to him, he responded with: “It’s Spin the Bottle; we’re supposed to kiss people.”

He said Destiny broke down crying about how he kissed the girl with more passion than he did with his own girlfriend and that she didn’t trust him enough to keep their relationship going.

“She was being overdramatic,” Alistair reasoned when you gave him a look of disapproval, “It was just a game. And if she didn’t want me to play, she should have said so.”

“Alistair,” you frowned, “Did you and the Gryffindor girl know one another before that night?”

“Nah, but we talked a bit and she’s cool,” he shrugged, and you decided not to push the conversation further.

One of your friends nudged you, and you realised you had been zoning out. Snapping back into reality, your gaze was met by Cedric Diggory’s grey eyes. Oh shit. You were staring at him. Out of all people.

You quickly diverted your attention to where Elsie had been standing. She had finally noticed your little group and waved for the three of you to come over.

“Finally, you arrived,” she scolded when you arrived, “I was worried you were eaten by a dragon from how much time you took! And you,” Elsie directed her focus to you, causing you to jolt in surprise, “Stop being the cause of my anxiety! I’ve already got enough to worry about…” She trailed off and glanced towards Alistair.

Ever since the party and the entire kiss fiasco, Elsie refused to be around Alistair and actively avoided him. He seemed to give her space since he often ate breakfast much later than she did and sat with other friends during lunch or dinner. You missed him but were still rather annoyed at how he talked to his girlfriend.

“Anyways,” Elsie said, attempting to change the subject, “Professor Sprout went out to get the Snargaluffs in the other room–”

“We’re studying Snargaluffs?” Brian cut her off with a grin that made the burned part of his jaw scrunch up oddly, “I read about them during the summer. They were discovered by the famous Irish Herbologist Luffy Galagher in 16-”

Elsie slapped her hand over his mouth, “Professor Sprout told us to change into our Herbology uniforms, not yap about ancient history.”

You glanced down at her outfit, and indeed, she was dressed in her white uniform. As you scanned the room, you slowly realised most of the other students already had the outfits on.

Winnie had already shuffled to the closet where the uniforms were stored, oddly quiet, and Brian joined her with an annoyed huff. You went to join them but felt a hand on your arm. You turned in confusion to see Elsie’s light eyes staring into your own.

“Meet me in the Library after lunch,” she glanced at Alistair, then to your other friends, “I have to tell you something.”

You smiled despite your confusion, “Alright, um–”

“I got you your uniform, (Name)!” you were cut off by Winnie hugging you from behind.

You quickly thanked her, glancing back to Elsie, only to find the space where she was standing to be empty. You frowned at how odd she was acting. Sure, the party was embarrassing, but you’d thought she’d stop acting so… absent.

“Alright, class, huddle around the table; I will be distributing your plants shortly.” You turned to see Professor Sprout hauling a trolley full of what you assumed were Snargaluffs. They were small, stump-like plants with short branches slowly curling around as if grabbing for something placed in a crystal clear jar.

You quickly slipped your white uniform on top of your clothes and stepped closer to the table in the middle of the room. Brian stood to your right and Winnie to your left. Elsie had materialised at the other side of the room. To your immediate surprise, she was standing right next to Destiny.

Brian frowned and pointed it out to you.

“Mhm. Since both of their hearts had been broken by my brother, they had decided to go through this tough time together,” Winnie said.

You tilted your head. Was this what she was going to tell you in the Library?

“Very well. As some of you may know, we will be working with Snargaluffs today. Since these are rather strong, you will be partnered up,” Professor Sprout smiled warmly, “I certainly hope you have read at least the first few chapters of your books on how to handle dangerous plants I handed to you in the first week because it explains how to handle these.”

You looked over at Brian, who smiled confidently. Sure, you hadn’t forgotten to read your copy, but it wasn’t as if you thoroughly studied it, so having him as a partner would be useful.

“This is our first big project for the year. You will be caring for it for a month with your teammate and you will be graded on how well you nurtured and controlled it.” Professor Sprout continued, raising her voice about the excited chatter. “You may now form groups of two. Make sure to choose wisely, for Snargaluffs can be vicious.”

“Should we ask if we can be a group of three?” Winnie inquired. "I think Elsie’s going to pair up with Destiny.”

You shrugged, but before you could vocally respond, Professor Sprout called you, “Mr. (Surname)! Could you please come here for a moment?”

You shared a confused look with your friends but slowly approached the teacher. To your horror and scepticism, Cedric Diggory was standing next to her, seemingly as uncertain as you felt.

Professor Sprout guided you and your enemy to another room at the back of the greenhouse, shooting an apprehensive glance behind her to make sure the students were still behaving.

Once the glass door slid shut behind you, the grey-haired woman turned to the both of you, attempting to conceal her nervous expression with a smile.

You and Cedric eyed each other, an abhorred expression on both of your faces. But despite your hostility towards him, your mind kept replaying the moment you kissed, and you could feel your heart beat a tad bit faster. You inhaled deeply, pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind and trying to calm your heart.

Professor Sprout broke the silence, “I’ll get straight to the point since neither of you seem to be up to small talk. I need you two to be a partnership.”

That caught your attention. Your head snapped towards her with such snake-like precision that you thought you heard it pop, “Excuse me?” You sneered, unfazed by the fact that you were disrespecting your teacher.

She sighed almost remorsefully, “Mr. Diggory, Mr. (Surname), I am well aware of your…” she paused, waving her hand around, “rivalry. But you are both very competent students — one of the most talented I have ever taught. I’ve seen how exceptional your spellcasting is, Mr. (Surname), and Cedric — Mr. Diggory — you excel in Herbology, your knowledge of plants is incredible and your wand handling is wonderful. You were perfect for — oh, why don’t I just show you.”

Professor Sprout shuffled to a container shoved at the back of the classroom onto a trolley. She brought it towards you two.

“This specific type of Snargaluff is incredibly rare. But also much more vicious than the normal ones,” explained Professor Sprout, “Since it’s too valuable to kill, I wanted someone to take nurture it, but I just don’t have the time.”

A small groan of realisation escaped from your mouth. You saw where this was going, and, glancing at him, you could tell by Cedric’s slightly ticked-off expression that he did as well.

Professor Sprout looked at the two of you with a pleading look, “Please, boys, you don’t have to do anything after school. I just need you to help out during this period, and perhaps check up on it in the mornings.”

As much as you loathed Cedric, you admitted you felt a tad bit sympathetic towards your teacher, and her small praise at the beginning gave you pride. But there was absolutely no way you’d accept it first unless you wanted to make yourself an incompetent fool–

“I’m willing.” Said Cedric with pure confidence. Your mouth hung agape, but you quickly recovered, acquiescing Professor Sprout’s proposal.

She sighed in relief, “Thank Merlin. I don’t know who I’d ask if you refused. I believe I should teach you the basics on handling this type of Snargaluff; you need a more experienced technique to control them…”

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Thank you for reading, please comment any suggestions you have or any issues I should fix.

Chapter 4 (Next Chapter)

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hello!!! congrats on 600 followers, that's a huge milestone!! i love this concept so much aaah so i couldn't NOT participate this may get very long i apologize in advance LOL

i'm trans and queer (they/he), i don't really have a particular preference in gender. i'd love to be paired with a character from buffy the vampire slayer!!

about me: i like to consider myself a pretty creative person! i've been drawing all my life, i love to write from time to time, and on rare occasions i have been known to put together random strings of music lol. i play guitar, ukulele and piano (although i am rusty in all of them) multiple people in my life have called me intimidating and i have never understood why they think that!! i feel like i'm pretty friendly i just am socially awkward DJFJDFH i'd say some of my strengths are that i'm very passionate, i think i'm pretty empathetic and very determined! some weaknesses are that i'm stubborn, i'm bad at regulating my emotions, and i am kind of a recluse

appearance: i am short. literally 5' tall. i have bleach blonde hair and my personal style changes a lot, but you can either find me in gay vampire apparel or white boy xander-esq apparel. or i'm just wearing a band tee and jeans

misc: my love language is a very close tie between quality time and words of affirmation, but i think quality time is more important to me. i like it when people listen to me talk about things that make me happy!!! if someone does that i would probably fall in love with them on the spot!!! i am a hufflepuff. i have always been a hufflepuff and i will always be a hufflepuff my dream date would probably be staying in, eating pizza and marathoning my favorite slasher films. or just my favorite movies in general because i have amazing taste

that's all!! i think!!! thank you for indulging me and i hope you have a wonderful, wonderful day :D

I ship you with Tara Maclay!

So with your artistic side, Tara would embrace it with her entire being. She would decorate her dorm or shared living space with paint, oils, easels, charcoals and all things creative. She would even offer herself up to be your canvas as you decorate her skin with colours and shapes. She would always be supportive of your creativity and wherever it takes you.

Tara is very shy in nature and through the course of the show, you can tell she is not much of a talker. She would much prefer to be a listener in social experiences. She enjoys listening to your infodumps about fun facts, media, your daily activities and just things that make up you. She just loves the way you light up, how enthusiastic you become, she just loves you happy.

Quality time would be Tara’s love language which she would show you through her thoughtful date ideas. She just wants you all to herself after a busy day of college so she’ll rent the newest movie. Or she’ll set up a creative space whether that be writing, painting, musical or just rearranging her dorm room. Any time with you is time well spent.

I ship you with Angel!

Angel has had his fair share of adventure in his years but nothing is more special to him than a night in with you. He will go the extra effort to find all your favourite snacks, decorate his home for your comfort, blankets galore to combat the cold that his home provides. As he watches your favourite movies, he will introduce you to movies that he loved throughout his time. Some may surprise you but that’s all part of the fun.

I have this image of Angel sitting next to you as you lazily play the piano. He’ll jump in with little notes to elevate the tune you were playing. In the end, you’d both be playing the piano, just trying to match the other rhythm. He would take your hands and guide you through the sheets of music, helping you shake off that rust and build your skills. I just feel this would be so romantic and gentle and sweet.

Angel has spent most of his vampire life hiding in the shadows, avoiding being noticed by human civilisation. So this can make him very inexperienced when it comes to emotions, social interactions and being well equipped to handle it all. So regulating emotions will be something that you both will need to navigate together. In time he will start to recognise your emotions and know a few strategies, while you will begin to feel comfortable around him to open up. It will be a huge learning experience for you both but it’s something that can only be done together

#Buffy the vampire slayer match up #Angel x reader #angel x you #angel match up #tara maclay x reader #tara maclay x you #tara maclay match up #btvs match up

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evelynndecipio-blog · 11 months ago

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Evelynn,

The Eat-More thingies rocked! My mom ate so many of them that I could only eat like 2. Scout (that's my baby brother he's not even 2 yet) tried to eat one but I think it might have hurt his teeth two much. I don't really know. But they were really really good. And vegan, too, which is great! The wizarding world sucks at being vegan friendly. Their like, diskriminating against us or something it sucks.

Janus is so dope, man. He's actually polite?? And he's very pretty too. Do owls even like being called pretty? Whatever, he's a very pretty owl- Evers is HUGE. I don't know why my mom needs an owl this big, but the big guy coughs up the nastiest vomit-clumpy-thingies I've ever seen. And he definitely will fight back... Dang, man. Now I'm kind of scared for Janus. If Evers keeps acting up just let me know and I'll tell my mom to tell him to stop. Lord knows he doesn't listen to me.

Amadea invited me to tent with her but she forgot to tell me who else we were gonna be tenting with... which really isn't her fault I guess but a little heads up could've been nice right? Safe to say there were a couple of unexpected surprises that came with that but nothing I couldn't handle! We got to choose who we were tenting with, and I guess the whole Ravenclaw team choosed to tent together. I'm not sure if Gryffindor or Slytherin tented together but I know Hufflepuff definitely did. Makes sense right since it's their big game?

And thank you! I think I would be a frightening beater too. I've been working out more because I felt like I was getting really out of shape you know, because I used to be like SUPER strong. And maybe you started out in the wrong position but I think Seeker fits you really well, so I'm glad that you stuck through it! I'll have to keep a special eye out for you on the field then, even if I don't end up on the team. But if I do, and I somehow do get beater (even though Hufflepuff's beaters are FREAKING AMAZING), I'm definitely going to have to take you up on that morning flying offer. My hand eye coordination may be unbeatable but my flying is a little rusty.

And yeah, you're right- sort of? I grew up in America with my dad who's a No-Maj and then moved to London right before I had to go to Hogwarts. And that electricity stuff kinda sucks I guess but it makes sense at the same time. Maybe that's why No-Majs have never actually had any good proof about her before. (Yes I know what a GIF is, but is it a hard g or a j? It's a hard G. There's no other right answer) Maybe we should talk to someone with a camera... I think that Sarah girl has one? God, what's her name? She's a Slytherin. Her last name's like Marshall or something? Maybe she can get us some good shots in general to put in the newspaper.

Also, you ride? That's super cool! Must be why you're so good at Quidditch then. You'll have to show me a video one day.

Interesting thing about your future though. I don't think I have, although my mom tried to make me get it read once. But your future... that sounds scary, right? But don't they always say that stupid thing about how you can be brave if you're not scared? Or maybe it's not actually that stupid. Either way, even if the lady's words do come true, I think you're very brave and that you'll be able to achieve whatever it is that you want to achieve, or what you need to achieve.

I don't actually take Divination, my electives are CoMC and Muggle Studies... I'm bad enough at Astrology AND Astronomy as it is, I don't need more pressure from the stars in Divination, you know? But I think if a proper wizard does it, if a proper magical person takes a look at your future... well, maybe there's something to it. Didn't crystal balls play a big part in the Harry Potter debacle in the 90's? Or maybe I'm making that up, I don't know. I'm not very good with history either.

Well, break's almost over, and I've done almost no homework. Mom's taking me to Diagon Alley on the 25th for all that back to school nonsense, maybe I'll see you there. Unless you already did all your shopping which is probably smart. But anyways I guess I'll see you at Hogwarts! Mom's promised to send fewer letters (she used to send them daily, it was insane) so I'll probably use Leo (that's my cat) to send you stuff. He's not the most reliable messenger but I think short distances is okay.

XO's Ami

(( In a different hand: ))

August 21, 2020

#letters #Ami

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kuriruki · 2 years ago

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Been think abt 💛💙 in Harrry Potter AU (continued in the tags)

#personally I think both Gryffindor!Aizou/Slytherin!Yujiro and Hufflepuff!Aizou/Ravenclaw!Yujiro both suited them well 😭#idk it’s been too long since I last read Harry Potter and my knowledge has gone rusty lmao #and Aizou plays quidditch #definitely #and Aizou’s patronus is a cat #for yujiro im think about a golden retriever or a shiba inu #Aizou may be pure blood? and Yujiro is halfblood/muggleborn #not really about them but hiyori would be Gryffindor/Hufflepuff #Ken would probably be in Gryffindor #Ravenclaw Arisa!#anyways I’ll leave it here and I’ll think abt it more later #and stuff I wanna write #the mirror of erised #ohhhh and I wanted to see Yujiro dragging Aizou into Honeydukes #*covering my ears and screaming in hell*#omfg I scared of what this is gonna become #*throws my brainrot out of the window #honeyworks #shibasaki aizou #someya yuujirou #veritaserum sounds nice too #shove it down the gays’ throats so that they’ll admit that they’re in love

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retrointhenow · 3 years ago

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Worth My Time

I do believe that i have corrected my mistakes. I've gone through a few times and double checked. I do tend to drift into first person so if it says 'me' let me know and I can fix it. I also haven't written anything in a while so I'm a little rusty. I'm not sure if I can make a part two to this or not but I can try and if y'all like it I can post it. I'm not a smut writer by any means so I can't do that, sorry. But either way, have fun !

Word Count : 1.6k Mattheo X Hufflepuff Reader

You swore after him you would never let another guy in. Not after the heartbreak he left you with. He was sweet and caring, everything you had wanted from a guy. But things didn't seem to work out. It was not a mutual break by any means. You didn't want to let him go. It didn't help that you were in the same house so you were bound to see each other every once in a while. You didn't hate him, not even a little bit. You resented yourself for falling so hard and getting so caught up in your feelings. From that night on you swore to yourself that you would never let anyone get that close, you would never feel that way again.

After a while you started to get back into the social life of Hogwarts. You attended almost all of the house parties and smaller ones that your friends held. The Slytherin parties attracted you the most. They knew how to throw real parties. You often got tipsy or drunk and found yourself waking up on the common room sofas, sometimes in the room of your latest fling. You never felt more free. No one was there to hold you back and you didn't have to worry about hurting anyone's feelings.

Tonight was another Slytherin party, they beat Gryffindor in the quidditch match earlier. You quickly ready before heading to the common room.

"My dearest Y/n. Always a pleasure to see you." Theo Nott greeted you. "Always a pleasure to be invited my love." You kissed his cheek and walking into the party. You and Theo were a reoccurring flight. You found it more interesting that way. Always a steamy make out session and a little more, never sex though. You didn't like the idea of being easy and letting anyone claim you like that.

"Enzo! Fire Whiskey for one please ?" You gave him a soft smile. "One fire whiskey for our Hufflepuff coming up." He handed you a shooter. "Whose your victim tonight?" You both stood back from the dance floor. "Guess we'll find out. You know I never coming looking for someone." You took your shot and made a face. You never liked the harsh alcohols. You liked the sweeter and more toned down drinks like mimosas. "Looks to be whoever gets to you first." He glanced at you. "Depends on if I deem them worth my time." You shrugged. "Everyone must be worth your time then." "I choose not to see it that way Enzo, It does no good. Better to turn a blind eye at my actions and enjoy myself." I turned to him. "So it seems. Such a dangerous reputation for a Hufflepuff you know. Not so sweet and loyal as you'd think, huh?" He smiled. "Judging a book by its cover." You handed him the empty bottle and made your way to the dance floor. You had no idea who you were dancing with but there was never enough time to figure it out because every time you looked back there was a new person.

"Y/n. You are looking good tonight." Draco grabbed you by your waist. "Oh well thank you." You danced rather closely to him. He was your 'victim', as most called them, last party. "You could have woke me up before you left. Could have let me properly thank you." He talked in your ear. The music was rather loud tonight. "I never stay long Draco. You know that, besides I like to make a quick get away. Staying any long could lead to feelings." "Right of course. Can't let anyone hold you back." You could see the annoyance in his face, but just like that it was gone. Draco doesn't show emotions often but when he does it's hardly anything nice. "Maybe next time you'll stay for a little?" "Might be a while before there's next time Draco. I'm not looking for anything serious, you were fun though." He nodded and went onto a new girl after the song ended.

You left the dance floor and made your way to the group of Slytherins playing cards.

"Pansy my love !" You hugged her and looked at her cards. "Good set I think." You whispered. "Indeed. Any contesters for tonight ?" She smirked and played one of her cards. "Really Parkinson? Setting me up for failure !" Blaise groaned. "Only the greatest play Zabini. Can't handle then let Y/n take your place. She manages to win almost every time." She laughed. "Not every time. I've lost a couples here and there ? Not fun." You smiled. You looked around the table to see who was playing. A few Gryffindors, two Ravenclaws, and a bunch of Slytherins.

"10 o'clock. Who is that?" You studied the boy. You knew a few Slytherins and he looked to be in your year. You grew to knew almost everyone in your year by this time. "Mattheo Riddle. Thinking of picking him up tonight?" Pansy turned her head to you. "Need him on the dance floor first. You know my ruse. He could be fun though." You played a card for her. "No no no! Pansy that's cheating, she is not allowed to play for anyone." Theo pointed. "Let's look at your hand then Theo. I'm sure you won't complain if I played a round for you." You walked to the other side of the table. He was sitting next to this Mattheo character. "I think I could work with this T. How do you want to play?" You took his cards and traded seats with him. "Play to win darling." He stood up and pushed the chair in for you.

It took a couple rounds for you to get into the grove. You knew how Blaise , Pansy, and Enzo played. It took a minute for you to pick up on the others. But you couldn't figure out Mattheo's angle, and you two seemed to be fighting to win.

"Looks like you have some competition Y/n." Theo smirked. "Such little faith in me Theo? Checkmate." You played your best card and sat back. You had him, he had a slim chance of out playing you. "I think Theo is right." Mattheo played his card and ended the game. You stared at the card as everyone whooped and hollered that a newbie had beaten you. Everyone moved out of the table and let a new group take their places.

"Y/n. But I'm sure you've learned that." You grabbed a drink from Enzo and winked to him. "Mattheo, but I'm sure Pansy told you." He smirked. "I like to size up my opponents." You smiled. "You didn't do too good of a job then. The grand master was beat." He took your drink from Enzo. "You're not at heartless as you think you are." He looked at you. "You don't know me." You leaned against the bar. Enzo watched eagerly, most of the boys try to impress you and make good impressions. "You don't think? You're not an original. A girl who gets her heart broken then goes off on a hookup spree? I've heard about you Y/n." He smirked. "Exactly. You've only heard about me. That doesn't mean you know me." You turned and headed back to the dance floor.

"He's a cutie ain't he ?" Pansy giggled. "He's something that's for sure." Most of the boys you talk to aren't as hard to break. Usually a few minutes of talking and they're ready to go. But Mattheo was gonna put up a fight, that made him different a quite desirable. If there was one thing you could get, it would be boys, and that made it even more fun when they acted like they didn't want you.

Pansy and Daphne kept handing you drinks and pulling you around the dance floor. A few of the guys tried to get you off the floor but you weren't ready to leave, no one seemed to interest you. The night kept going on and on, guy after guy. Finally you ended up with Mattheo again. But not before the line of Slytherin boys.

"Back again Y/n?" Mattheo kept you close. "Looks to be that way doesn't it Riddle?" You swayed back and fourth. Your mind was already a little frazzled and your eyes were starting to bug out. "Rumor has it you're waiting for me to give you the green light." He pulled you closer. "I always have a back up if you don't." You smirked. "Do you ? Because your back up just left with a Ravenclaw." He nodded to Theo trailing after a girl. "So he did, Then it looks like you still have time" You lightly grinded up against him. "There are a dozen other guys here who are waiting for you to give them the opportunity. What are you waiting for ?" He returned the gesture. "I'm sure the boys have told you my tactics. I've got to make sure you're worth my time." His hand on my waist tightened slightly. "But from the way this is going..." You leaned up to his ear and whispered, "I think you might be." "Let me show you then." He whispered back.

It did take a few more songs before you ended up making out while dancing, high with tension. Then after flirting and a drink or two you went off to his dorm. As you climbed the stairs you heard Blaise yell, "There they go !! Riddle and Y/n are off!!" There was a burst of cheers and drinks being thrown as you ran up the stairs to Mattheo's dorm.

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gunilslaugh · 2 years ago

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OMG I DIDNT KNOW YOU DID HOGWARTS AUS!!! Could you please do a Slytherin jooyeon x Hufflepuff reader- enemies to lovers? You can do this whenever, make sure to take care of yourself and not burn out ily ❤️❤️❤️

Aww 🥰 ily2 and make sure that you take care of yourself too :) Here's your request!

Lee Jooyeon

Summary: It was a common occurrence for the Slytherin and Hufflepuff houses to not get along, so it was no surprise that Slytherin Jooyeon and Hufflepuff you were always bickering.

WC:2.1k

Warning:grammar, still rusty Harry Potter knowledge, so if there and incorrections I’m sorry

Harry Potter AU

photo not mine credit to owners.

“How can you possibly complain about being a favorite student?” Jooyeon groaned, yet again the both of you were fighting. For the record though you weren’t even initially talking to Jooyeon. Why would you? You solely hated him and wanted nothing more than to just ignore his existence, but alas he always finds a way to pester himself into your life. Just as he’s currently doing right now. You were simply explaining to Jungsu how you found it unfair that your Ancient Ruins Professor favors you. When Jooyeon’s annoying voice interjected.

“It’s not something your self-centered self would understand,” you uttered plainly as you began walking away from him.

“It’s better to be self-centered. Caring about others will only get you hurt,” he called after you.

“Aww are you worried I’ll get hurt?” you turned back with a foe appreciative tone. You see Jooyeon freeze for just a moment before scoffing.

“As if! I was saying caring about your classmates is dumb,”

“Then let me be dumb,” you say, turning and fully walking away from him this time.

“Must you always fight with him?” Jungsu asks tiredly after witnessing your little quarrel.

“You know I’d rather stay away from him, but somehow always finds me and says stupid things,” you explain just as tired.

“Maybe he likes you,” Jungsu nudges you with his elbow.

“That’s not even close to funny. Don’t say nonsense like that,” the mere thought of Jooyeon liking you alone makes your stomach turn.

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Your friends aren’t the only ones tired of your and Jooyeons’ constant bickering. His friends are equally as tired.

“Can’t you just leave the Hufflepuff alone Jooyeon? This has been going on for over a year. Aren’t you bored?” Seungmin quizzes Jooyeon.

“I just don’t get what people think is so great about them. Didn’t you hear the Ancient Ruins professor favors them? That dude is literally one of the strictest professors and an even harsher grader. It’s so hard to pass that class, but the professor favors y/n? Why do they deserve to pass that class easily? I’m so much better. It should be me and to make it worse that Hufflepuff isn’t even grateful they think it’s wrong that they’re favored.” Jooyeon ranted.

“You know what I regret asking,” Seungmin sighed.

“You know what? I’m gonna get a higher grade than them on the next Ancient Ruins test. That’ll prove that I’m better,” Jooyeon proclaimed.

“I guess you better get to studying then. The next test is in two weeks,” Seungmin said.

“Two weeks!?” Jooyeon partially shouted. “I got to go,” he quickly said before basically running off.

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You were currently at Honeydukes with Jungsu and Hyeongjun enjoying some drinks.

“Hah!” an all too familiar voice shouted. You look at the direction of the shout, greeted with Jooyeon holding up his Ancient Ruins test that was marked with an “O”.

“How’d you know I was here?” you asked. Never thinking he would show up to bother at a place outside of school.

“Doesn’t matter. What did you get?” He dismissed your question. You reached into your school bag and reluctantly pulled out your own test paper that was also marked with an “O”. He glares at your paper before walking away.

“What was that about?” Hyeongjun questioned.

“I don’t know, let's forget it happened,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

It’s been a few weeks since your run in with Jooyeon at Honeydukes. Thankfully that’s the last interaction you’ve had with him. It does feel slightly odd though. You’ve gotten used to frequently squabbling with him. Oddly now you're finding yourself wondering if he’s ok. You blame it on your caring Hufflepuff nature cause certainly there is no other reason for you to worry about him. You hate him or hate might be a bit of a strong word, but you definitely dislike him.

“Y/n do you want to go watch the quidditch match?” Hyeongjun broke your thoughts.

“Who’s playing?” You ask.

“Gryffindor versus Slytherin,” he responds. Jooyeon was on the Slytherin quidditch team. Maybe that’s why he’s been out of your hair. He was probably preparing for the match.

“Yeah let’s go,” you respond standing up. You guys made your way to the stadium where you met up with Jungsu and Jiseok. You all sat beside one another exchanging some small talk while waiting for the match to start. However you weren’t really paying attention to the conversation taking place. Instead your eyes found themselves wandering around. Only stopping when they landed on Jooyeon. So he is ok you thought.

“You know I didn’t really expect you to come y/n,” Jiseok voiced.

“Gunil’s playing for Gryffindor, so thought I’d support him,” you said.

“That’s why you were staring at Slytherin?” Jiseok asked you, raising a brow skeptically.

“Just checking the competition,” you casually stated.

You tried. You really tried to focus on Gunil and his playing, yet your eyes seemingly had a mind of their own. They’d be focused on Gunil as you seemingly had to force them to do, but only some moments later you caught yourself staring at Jooyeon. You absolutely couldn’t figure out why. Before you were happiest when he was out of your sight, but now all you wanted was for him to be in your sight.

The match eventually ended with the Slytherins taking victory. You didn’t know how you felt. You do remember the smile on Jooyeon’s face as they claimed victory though.

Even the days after the quidditch match Jooyeon is still yet to bother you. Was he avoiding you? You began to think, but what reason would he have for doing that? Better question, Why do you care?

Only a few steps after exiting the classroom for Care of Magical Creatures you feel a body collide with yours causing you to drop your textbook.

“Watch it Hufflepuff!” A voice shouts. You look up seeing it came from a Slytherin, it only makes sense though.

“You watch out!” A voice that you hadn’t heard in about a month shouts.

“What?” The Slytherin sounded offended.

“You bumped into them so you watch out,” Jooyeon said, the last words sounding harsher. The Slytherin scoffed before walking away. Jooyeon was now by your side as he knelt down, picking up your textbook and handing it back to you. Jooyeon just helped you?

“Are you ok?” Jooyeon asked, scanning you over.

“I feel like I should be asking you that since you just helped me,” Jooyeon scratches the back of his neck at your words.

“I just really don’t like that guy. He’s such an asshole,” he explained.

“Congratulations,” you say randomly.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“The quidditch match last week. You guys won, congrats,” you elucidated.

“Right. Thanks,”

“Um I’ll see you around?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but it did.

“Yeah. I’ll see you around?” It came out as a question for him too.

Jungsu and you were crossing through Central Hall. Jooyeon and Seungmin were passing through as well. When you and Jooyeon noticed each other, you waved.

“I must be dreaming,” Jungsu said with disbelief.

“What?” you ask him.

“You and Jooyeon just waved at one another?”

“Yeah, we do that now,” you informed.

“What? Explain! Right now,” he ordered.

“Wait let’s go to the common room first,”

Thankfully the common room was empty when you got there. Leaving you and Jungsu in privacy.

“Me and Jooyeon are civil now,” you began.

“What! How? That’s- huh?” Jungsu couldn’t process this information.

“I know, it’s odd for me too,” you stated. “You know how after Honeydukes he started ignoring me?” Jungsu nodded. “Well at first I liked it, but then I found myself worring about him,”

“No way,”

“I know but I’m not done yet. I actually went to that quidditch match to see Jooyeon,”

‘I knew you were staring at him!”

“Yes, I was, but at the time I was very confused about why. I couldn’t figure it out. Then a few days later this other Slytherin bumped into me outside of the Care for Magical Creatures Class and he helped me,”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He asked offendly.

“Because I didn’t understand my feelings. We had our first non-arguing conversation then. At the end I asked if I’d see him around cause I wanted to see him around.”

“No wait, are you saying?”

“I think I like him,” you confessed.

“What are you gonna do now?

“I don’t know,” you truly had no clue. Understanding these new found feelining was difficult.

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Seungmin and Jooyeon were currently in Jooyeon’s room having their own version of the conversation you and Jungsu just had.

“Care to explain why you just waved at Y/n?” Seungmin started interrogating Jooyeon as soon as he closed the door.

“It’s a new thing that we do,” Jooyeon answered.

“Why’s that exactly?” Seungmin pressed.

“We get along now,” Jooyeon told.

“How? I thought that was impossible,” Seungmin says, completely shocked by what Jooyeon just informed him.

“Remember when I was determined to do better than them at Ancient Ruins?” Jooyeon asked to which Seungmin nodded in response. “Well we got the same score and it pissed me off so much that I decided I was gonna ignore them for a few days. I was gonna be y/n free, but then I found myself wanting to see them,”

“Seriously?” Seungmin is astounded.

“That realization made me really confused. Why would I want to see the person that I hated? I spent way too much time thinking about it, about them. Then I saw them at the quidditch match. Everytime I looked at them they were looking at Gunil. I got this weird feeling in my stomach. I wanted them,”

“To look at you,” Seungmin finished. Starting to realize where this was going. Jooyeon nodded, confirming Seungmins thoughts.

“A few days ago this one guy from our house bumped into them and yelled at them to watch it. It made me so furious. Before I even knew what I was doing I was yelling at the guy that he should watch out. After that we had an actual conversation and it was nice. They even congratulated me on winning the match. By the end we said we’d see each other around,” Jooyeon finished.

“So what are you telling me is?”

“I like them,” Jooyeon confessed.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“Don’t know yet,” It’s not like he could just walk up to you and tell you.

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It appears you and Jooyeon took saying “See you around.” too literally, cause that’s all you two did, see each other around. You guys haven't actually talked since he helped you.

“Y’know you guys can actually talk to one another? You don’t have to hopelessly stare at each other,” Jiseok tells you. A lot of students were just chilling in The Quad, including you and Jooyeon.

“I don’t know what to talk to him about,” you say.

“You could tell him you like him,” Jiseok spoke. All your friends were sick of you two at this point. First it was constant fighting, now it’s pathetic pinning.

“No I can't, that'd be weird to just say it,” you said. Jiseok and Jungsu exchange looks before nodding. Before you can even question them they’re already pulling you by the arms and dragging you over towards Jooyeon. Whose friends were also dragging him towards you.

“Just talk to each other please, we're all tired,” Gunil told before they walked off leaving you and Jooyeon to yourselves.

“You wanna take a walk?” you suggest timidly.

“Yeah sure,” he responds with a small smile. The pair of you exiting The Quad and beginning to walk around the outside of Hogwarts castle. It didn’t take long for silence to surround you.

“Y/n?” Jooyeon broke the silence.

“Yeah,” you responded.

“I need to tell you something,” he appreises.

“Ok go I head, I actually have something to tell you too,” you notify him. He takes a moment before speaking.

“I like you,” he confesses. A sense of relief is the first thing you feel, but happiness is quick to follow it.

“I like you too,” you confessed back with a smile.

Now you and Jooyeon walk around Hogwarts holding hands as a happy couple. You still have quarrels though. Except now they are lovers quarrels and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes #xdh #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #lee jooyeon #jooyeon x reader #xh jooyeon #I never know how to end my fics

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makkoskafanfic · 2 years ago

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Less than half-baked Hogwarts AU idea where the founders become animagi.

What would they transform into?

Hashirama

- a bear?

- a stag? (spirit of the forest and such, but also boring, and a repeat of James. A unicorn fancying virgin Madara?)

- a mushroom? ("Stop cheating Anija, that's not an animal.") Tobirama

- a cat? ("I'm not an Uchiha to become a cat")

- an owl (the perpetual offended expression)

- a polar bear? ("now we're talking")

Madara

- a cat? (maybe too obvious)

- a hawk? (but... bad eyesight on a hawk?)

- a porcupine (I'm sorry, but I just can't put a question mark after this, we all know this is the one)

Izuna

- a weasel?

- a fox?

- a wolverine? something small-ish but fierce for sure

Mito

- a fox.

- yeah, I guess she's a fox.

But what Houses would they go into? The Slytherin / Gryffindor thing would be a given, except Tobirama is more of a Ravenclaw if not a Slytherin himself, and Hashirama might be happy to be in Hufflepuff. Then maybe I have it all wrong, and they'd be Professors. - Hashirama, Herbology (also head of Hufflepuff)

- Madara, (Defence Against) The Dark Arts, obviously. Head of Slytherin, who's very angry that his house likes Hashirama. (He likes Hashirama too, but pssst. It's a secret.)

- Izuna. Hmm, no, can't see him as a Professor. I guess he's Prof Madara's younger brother who's in his last year. Head Boy of Slytherin, of course, very unhappy that Madara and Hashirama Senju are friends. ("Friends.")

- Tobirama. Maybe he's the librarian. Though Potions might suit him as well? Memory is rusty, but they didn't teach Necromancy at Hogwarts, did they? Maybe he teaches at Durmstrang then.

- Mito. Transformation, as she can turn into a fox so easily. (Though Headmistress Uzumaki has a nice ring to it too)

#hashirama #madara #izuna #tobirama #mito #hashimada #I'm not back from the dead #hogwarts au

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tessieravenclaw · 3 years ago

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Hogsmede

Ravenclaw Love (George Weasley x reader series) ©️ [Part 4]

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Age: It’s your second year and George’s fourth year in Hogwarts.

Plot: The chamber of secrets has been opened.

Warnings: nothing actually, kisses on cheek- if that counts.

Note: I do not own the harry potter books of course, so the plot isn’t mine; also, there’s no fluff yet. But the series is really sweet.

General full forms:

Y/n- your name

L/n- your last name

Y/n/n- your nickname

Y/s - Your sister

Check out:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

This is part 4

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Dear Y/n Hey sis, what's up? I got a note from Madam Pomfrey, about you being back from petrified. I thought about meeting you in your dorm, but then hufflepuffs aren't allowed. Your friend George Weasley (that boy is so concerned about you, sis. Anything I should know, huh?) said he'll bring you to hogsmede today, where I can meet you. Although I'm a prefect and do not allow you to enter underage, I want to meet you desperately. See you there then. Love you, Y/s

'Padma!' You said, 'Can you believe it? George met my sister. Oh God, how will she react??' You shook her awake. It was Saturday, and 7:00 AM.

'Mate,' she said dreamily. 'I know you're excited for your date-'

'It's not date!'

'- but let me sleep. Shoo.'

Is it a date?

You kept asking yourself that question. A few day ago, you'd returned from being petrified for one month. Padma Patil helped you catch up, and George Weasley, your crush and friend, asked you if you'd like to come to hogsmede.

He told you the reason is that he wants you and your sister to meet, since she's in a different house, a different age, and a prefect. So you both could meet in hogsmede. Plus, he always wanted someone underage to go to hogsmede with the help of the mauderers map. But a part of you kept thinking that what if he was asking for a date? You were both friends, not dating, and he had no clue that you liked him anymore than a friend.

You put your thoughts aside and got ready for the big day. George asked you to come down by 7:30, and so you did.

'Woah,' he yawned. 'G'morning.'

'Good morning,' you punched him in the arm, 'wake up, kid.'

'Mind you, I'm two years older than you.'

'Whatever,' you said, rolling you eyes. 'Let's go?'

He nodded. You followed him to a secret passage. Within a few minutes, you reached hogsmede. 'Wow,' you said.

He smiled. 'Your sister wanted to meet you here. She's a much better prefect than percy.'

'Hmm,'

'Oh, uh... here she is.' He stammered. 'I-I'll see you...in some...sometime. bye...' and went away.

You had a little chat with your sister she hugged you and told you how much she missed you. You shared your experience in being petrified. She told you about George, how he kept coming to visit you, and smirked.

'Come on, he's just a friend!'

'Oh yeah? I'll see. Anyway, continue you illegal date.'

'Y/s! First, this is not a date. Second, we're nit buying anything, so it's not illegal. And third, we're nothing but just friends.....yet.'

She laughed '"yet" eh? Okay, He'll be waiting, gotta go. And I'm there for you, if you ever want any ad-'

'Yep, bye!'

George came shortly after she went. 'Where were you?' You asked.

'No, nowhere.' He said, shyly. 'Wanna go to our future shop?'

'The one you and Fred would open in your 7th year?'

'Not exactly, we'll open a branch here, and Lee would be incharge.'

You followed him to the shop it was rusty and old 'A good place to re-decorate.' Yoy murmured

'Sure, miss creative.'

You both explored the village. Then you went to a shop, loveydove.

'You sure nobody would see us?'

'The teachers? No. The students? Who cares?'

You both sat on a table. You saw cho Chang, a third year ravenclaw with Cedric Diggory. They were holding hands. Then William, a ravenclaw boy, with Shallend, a Slitherin girl, locking lips. Many other couples were there, kissing and hugging.

'Why are they - in public - ew.' You blurted out.

'Ew?' He stayed silence for a while 'Nevemind. People usually come here for dates, so they don't look around, that why I brought you here.'

You looked at him. His ginger hair was brushed messily. His amber eyes, with a little green, twinkled. This lips... you realized you were starting him like an idiot. 'Er...I-'

'I mean,' he said again 'I brought you here so that people don't concentrate on us.'

'Hmm.' You looked around. 'I can see that.'

He giggled. His teeth looked so fresh, you wondered that if you ever kiss him...

'Well, what do you want?' He asked

'Oh, nothing'

Another awkward silence.

'So,' you thought of something to talk about 'When did you first come here?'

'Last year,'

'Really? I thought you liked breaking rules.'

'I do. So does Fred. But that was before we got to know about the school completely. Of course, we did break rules before that, but you know-'

'You know what?' You interrupted him. 'I, um, wanted to ask you something.'

'What?' He asked, expressionless.

You took a deep breath, and then told him something you didn't dare to think of before. 'I got a letter. I think it's by Lurenda. That 3rd year ravenclaw. She-' you shook you head. You didn't want to ruin his mood. 'No, nevermind.'

'You're hiding something.' George said. As if.

'Of course I am,' you blurted out 'I mean, when have we even talked? Except in the library.'

His grin became wider. 'Exactly! Remember I told you in the Library that I'll teach you quidditch? What about we start from tomorrow?'

'I don't really have a broom, you know.'

'Oh, that no problem. Use mine, it'll suit you well.'

'What will you use?'

'My broom, of course.'

That left you confused, but you nodded. 'Cool,'

You both talked. It was basically George asking questions, then you rambling for a long time. Then you asking a question George rambling for a long time. And so on. That was until you spotted a professor. You pulled George behind a chair.

'What?' He said

'George Weasley!' You whispered urgently. 'Don't you see professor sprout?'

'Oh,'

He somehow, got you back to hogwarts, without being spotted.

'That was great,'

He smiled 'Thanks, (y/n/n).'

'So. Can you lead me to my common room? I don't exactly remember the way.'

He smiled more 'Sure!' And tapped the mauderers map 'mischief managed.' he looked sad for a second.

'What happened?' You asked.

'It's that...I always said that with Fred. We're getting apart as we grow older. And it...it's...it's...'

'It's okay, George' you said. 'I'm reading this book about twins. It's kind-of like your situation. I think you should read it too.'

'Very much...' he said. 'not.'

You grinned. Got on your tip toes, and kissed him of his chin. You wanted to reach the cheek, but he was so tall.

'Chin?' He asked, chuckling

'If you weren't so tall.' You said, staring at his height, and then yours.

'Call me kid and this happens, little girl.'

You spent the next 15 minutes chasing him at least he stopped you and you stopped right in front of him. You realised after sometime, that you were hugging him. He patted on your shoulder and smiled, like always. 'Here's the common room, good luck answering the question.' He picked up your wand which hand fallen down. 'And do come for quidditch practice. See you at 6'

'AM?' you asked, knowing the answer

'Course not, PM' he said, knowing you'd expect him. He bent down kissed you on your forehead. Two kisses, one day. For the first time.

'Thanks,' you blurted out.

'What? Wh-'

'No, no. I said it... accidentally.' You struggled to change the topic. 'Are you done with whatever-nrw-thing you were making that day?'

'What day?'

'The day, you know, I came to your dorm.' You were blushing. It's not normal for a girl to go to a boys dorm as "friends".

'Oh. Oh yeah, I am.'

'You are?'

'Very much.'

'So can you show me?'

Not at all, wait for sometime. I'll gift it to you.'

'Hmm? Okay, so I'll, um, go now. It's late-'

'Yeah, bye.'

You wanted to kiss him again- on the cheek of course. But you thought it would be too much affection.

'Bye,' you said. love you. You thought.

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This is way longer than the last one. I do hope you enjoy reading! Make sure to follow if you liked my posts, it means a lot!

thank you!

Tess

#George Weasley x reader #George Weasley x fem #George Weasley x ravenclaw #George Weasley imagine #George Weasley one-shot #Harry potter one-shot #Harry potter imagines

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fansnails · 2 years ago

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Please please pleaseeee ask Rusty what harry potter house her characters would be in... Blaire the obvious Hufflepuff aside..

I asked rusty who asked her wife and we got this list: Riley - hufflepuff Jaden - ravenclaw Blaire -Slytherine Shez - Griffindoor Muddles -hufflepuff Ruth - Griffindoor Violet - Slytherine Faith - Hufflepuff Blossom - Ravenclaw Parniya- Hufflepuff Josie - Slytherine Nana - Ravenclaw Jacobus- muggle Jacob- squib loser Brick - squib because she looks dumb Elissa - Ravenclaw Martha Jane - Hufflepuff Kai - pureblood salty squib Alexis - Ravenclaw Maria - muggle Kassandra - muggle Mrs & Mrs Hazel - Hufflepuff Ginger - thrown to spiders after trying to enter the female dorms too many times Paige - killed by whomping willow Asuka - trampled by centaurs

#leasebound #hp au

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whiteteadreams · 3 years ago

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Can I Pick?

Pairings: Slytherin!Min Yoongi x Ravenclaw!Female Reader, brief Hufflepuff!Kim Taehyung x Ravenclaw!Female Reader, Ravenclaw!Jeon Jungkook x Ravenclaw!Female Reader (as best friends)

Preview: “You know, you’re a lot more attractive when you’re not being a dick”. Y/n said it to stir the pot, she couldn’t deny that Yoongi was attractive, he was, but his attitude ruined it for her. Although Y/n continued to look forward, Yoongi looked to his side and chuckled at the girl with a bit of a pink dusting on his cheeks.

“I wonder what Taehyung would think if he heard that you just called me attractive, you’re getting soft L/n”.

Word Count: 2.7k

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Hogwarts AU

Warnings: Angst, fluff, not really cheating but kind of, cursing/mature language, a semi heated kiss at the end, not 100% proofread

a/n- I’m a bit rusty at writing, it’s been a little while, but I hope you enjoy this short story and if you would like to, feel free to leave requests.

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“Hey Y/n, what class do you have next period?” Y/n looked to her left to see none other than Jeon Jungkook approach her, a fellow Ravenclaw that she met her first year. After both being sorted into Ravenclaw they bonded quickly over how the Sorting Hat had to pick between Slytherin and Ravenclaw for both of them. They were both quite witty and mischievous and were as thick as thieves.

“Hey JK, I’ve got Care of Magical Creatures with ugh, Slytherin”. Y/n said looking down at her schedule, grimacing when she saw which house she shared the class with. Although her and Jungkook almost got sorted into that house they couldn’t help but loathe it. “That sucks, but I’ve got to go, my next class is on the opposite side, try to not to say something that’ll get you expelled”.

With Jungkook sprinting off to the other side of the castle Y/n made her way outside towards Hagrid’s Hut where a few students were already gathering around. But one student in particular caught her eye, and not in a good way. Min Yoongi. The boy she had been butting heads against with since first year, now being seventh years, they had six years of hatred and rage built up for one another.

“Y/n L/n, who did I piss off to have the same class as you? And my favorite class at that.” “It’s hard telling Min Yoongi, it seems as if pissing people off is your one and only talent”. After the automatic comeback came without a filter, Y/n picked up that her and Yoongi shared a favorite class.

Before one of them could say anything else, Hagrid appeared out of his hut to begin the class. “Ah, class you’re all here! Being seventh years, you should all know the rules of this class by now so I'm just going to get into it. For this semester you will be partnered up and you and your partner are responsible for taking care of one of these magical creatures. And I will be picking your partners but you and your partner get to pick what animal you guys raise and take care of together".

The class groaned about being assigned partners but Yoongi and Y/n were just praying they didn’t get each other. Y/n hadn’t realized that Hagrid had started to assign partners and before she knew it, she heard, “Min Yoongi and Y/n L/n”.

Neither of the teens wanted to turn to face the other. Upset because they would be working very closely for at least the next semester. But Hagrid made a shooing motion to everyone who stayed standing away from their partners. Y/n and Yoongi turned to each other and made their way to where Hagrid was, writing down the student’s preferred animal.

“Hey Yoongi, do you think we could ask for a Jackalope?” Yoongi turned to the girl and looked down at her and into her eyes, hating the way he liked the way they lit up. He didn’t mind which animal they took care of; he just didn’t want it to be too big, a Jackalope would be perfect for their project.

“Yeah, we can get a Jackalope if you want”. He smiled for once, it was small, toothless. But Y/n adored the closed lipped smile that he shot her way. They both hated each other, Yoongi hated her because she wasn’t a Slytherin and she was muggle raised, he noticed that the first day they ever met which was their first ever day at Hogwarts, and he noticed it by her shoes. They were worn-out high-top converse, and his were neatly polished black dress shoes. But he still thought she was beautiful, but at the time his 11-year-old self would’ve just called her pretty and to him right now, she still was.

On Y/n’s side, she hated Yoongi, simply because, her terms, he was and is a stuck-up douche bag. Jungkook had heard about Y/n’s hatred for the boy in green as soon as her and him got close. One day in their third year, Yoongi had stuck his foot out as soon as Y/n was passing, making her trip. Oh and Jungkook will never forget the day that Y/n told Yoongi that his facial expression made it look like there was a stick up his ass. “Seriously JK, I swear, you could stick a rock up his ass and in two weeks it would be a diamond since he’s so up-tight.”

“Ah, Min and L/n, what would you two like to take care of?” Hagrid’s booming voice took Y/n out of her thoughts, but before she could answer Yoongi went and did it for her, “if there’s one left, we would like to have a Jackalope please”. Hagrid checked his list and simply nodded, making Y/n and Yoongi move out of the way for the rest of people in line.

“Thanks for letting me pick the animal.” Y/n made eye contact with him, and he simply nodded, “I just didn’t want it to be too big. The bigger the animal, the harder it is to move around and take care of”. Y/n agreed with his logic, although she hated him, she was glad she was partnered up with someone who at least knew what they were doing in this class.

“Hagrid didn’t do the best job explaining the project did he?” Yoongi chuckled a bit, they were both a bit lost, along with the rest of the students as Hagrid went back to his hut to fetch some of the smaller animals. “I’m sure it’s somewhere in the massive syllabus he gave us”, Y/n retrieved said syllabus out of her messenger bag she carried around.

“Yeah, its all in here, so that’s a relief” Yoongi just hummed in agreement while he wrote some things down, making a small plan for them to start out with. Y/n tried to look at what Yoongi was writing but it seemed as he didn’t want her to see the small notebook, he was writing in. He was using the few inches between their heights against her.

“Dude, if it’s about the project just show me”, Yoongi finished the sentence he was writing and lowered the notebook so Y/n could see it. It read: Everyday both of us will meet at 6:00 AM and 6:00 PM to feed it. Which ever one can spare their lunch break will feed it during said lunch time. Saturdays, Y/n takes care of it, Sundays I’ll take care of it.

“Instead of both of us watching it together on both weekend days, I figured each one of us get a day so we still get one day as a break, and we can just trade observations.” Liking the plan, Y/n just nodded and scribbled down her own version of the notes so she had them.

“How about on the days we watch it separately we watch it from the feeding times so, from 6:00 AM to 6:00 PM so we still have the night”. Y/n hated the way Yoongi rolled his eyes at Y/n’s idea. “Why, what do you have to do on a Saturday night, it’s not liked anyone would go on a date with you and the only friend you have is that other mug-blood you hang out with. Jeon Jungkook, is it? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind the break from you”. There it was. The Yoongi Y/n was used to. She had started to grow suspicious when he hadn’t said something aimed at ruining her day since the beginning of class.

“Well, I’ll have you know that I do in fact have a date this Saturday-” she in fact did not have a date this Saturday “-and maybe you’re just mad since all of your friends are just stuck-up purebloods who only care about what brand their robes are and being a Slytherin. Oh, and all of you make that your entire personality, hell I have no idea how any of you would even act if you weren’t in that house.” Y/n’s prayers were answered when Hagrid announced that class was dismissed and that they would all have their animals the next class.

After making sure she had all of her things hidden in her bag she stormed off back to the castle entrance she came out of. But before she could make it to the doors, she felt someone grab her sleeve and pull her to a halt. “Who’s the date with L/n?” Yoongi was seeing red. “Why do you care Min?” “I don’t, I just want to know, is it Jungkook?” Y/n was thankful she didn’t say no to the boy in her year who had asked her out earlier that day, Kim Taehyung who she had known since second year asked her if she was up for a date. With being in rush all she managed to say was ‘I’ll think about it’, but it wasn’t a no.

“Kim Taehyung, he asked me, and I said yes, happy now?” Yoongi wasn’t happy, he just wanted to prove she was lying to him. He didn’t want to see her with anyone other than him. Y/n saw the glint in his eye and knew that she had to find Taehyung before he did.

But it seemed like whatever God above was trying to make it up to her since they paired her with Yoongi, because behind Yoongi, she saw the boy with the box smile. Before Yoongi could figure out what Y/n had laid her eyes on, she was already gone, making her way to Tae.

“Hey Tae! I thought about and sure, let’s go on a date.” Tae excused himself from the group he was talking to and met Y/n have way. “I’m glad you came back and said yes, whenever someone says that they’ll think about it, it usually means no”, he chuckled a bit and looked up from his shoes to meet Y/n’s eyes.

“No, no, I was in a rush to get to class and JK was talking my ear off so it was the only thing I could think about saying at the moment. But I’m glad I found you before you lost interest.” They both smiled at each other. What Y/n was saying wasn’t a lie, she had harbored an off and on crush on the Hufflepuff boy ever since they met and she did truly plan on saying yes, but she guesses Yoongi pushing her made up her mind for her.

“Alright, how about we go to Hogsmeade on Saturday then?” “Woah, woah, Saturday? Y/n here has to watch our Jackalope during that time, sorry pal, you’ll just have to reschedule”. Yoongi had walked up the pair and slung his arms over both of their shoulders, Tae’s a bit harder and tighter than Y/n’s.

“We can do it any time after 6:30 PM”, Y/n looked from Tae to Yoongi and shot him a glare. “That works for me, I have quidditch practice all day so that’s what I was thinking anyway”. Tae didn’t let Yoongi shake his mood, still smiling at the girl.

They were all about to be late for class, so Y/n started to make her way back into the castle, Tae following her, wanting to walk her to class. Yoongi however was still upset and not ready to leave the pair alone. Y/n noticed that Yoongi was following her and Tae.

“What else do you want?” Y/n called over her shoulder, not stopping. “Oh, just taking my time to potions” Yoongi just smirked at Y/n and Tae looked between them, then turned to Y/n. “How about you and I skip next hour”. “Taehyung, it’s our first day. And on top of that I’ve been working towards being head girl for the past 6 years, I can’t mess that up.” Y/n looked up at Taehyung and he smiled down at her. “Just say you weren’t feeling good”.

Thinking about what Taehyung was saying she smiled, grabbed his hand, and let him lead the way. “Yoongi, please don’t tell on us, just keep this a secret please?” Tae looked behind him and at Yoongi who looked as if his heart shattered. Confused, Taehyung gave Yoongi a look, silently asking if he was alright. Yoongi just gave him a cold stare that was directed at the girl that continued pulling him down the hallway.

Yoongi kept the promise he never made. He didn’t tell anyone that Y/n and Tae skipped class simply because they wanted to, he even told teachers that they were sick when he was asked about it. The next day when Y/n and Yoongi met up to feed the Jackalope, “Hey thanks, for not telling on Tae and I, I do appreciate it.” He just hummed and took a sip of his coffee. While Y/n was yawning through her words, Yoongi seemed sluggish but still awake.

“Don’t mention it Y/n”, she yawned once again and he offered her his coffee, still skeptical she took the drink from him and took a sip. Almost spitting it out, making Yoongi laugh. “I didn’t know you liked your coffee black.” Yoongi took the cup back from Y/n. “The bitterness wakes me up and the caffeine keeps me there.” His tone was cold and sharp to the girl, and she was a bit taken back from it. Overall, the year had started with Yoongi being the nicest to her since he met her. But now he was back to his old self.

“You know, you’re a lot more attractive when you’re not being a dick”. Y/n said it to stir the pot, she couldn’t deny that Yoongi was attractive, he was, but his attitude ruined it for Y/n. Although Y/n continued to look forward, Yoongi looked to his side and chuckled at the girl with a bit of a pink dusting on his cheeks.

“I wonder what Taehyung would think if he heard that you just called me attractive, you’re getting soft L/n”. Y/n looked down, to be honest when Tae and her skipped class, he wasn’t exactly like she had thought he was. He was a bit too flirty for her, not that that’s a big problem, but it was the fact that he would subtly flirt with other girls that had passed them in the halls, and Tae didn’t have the most common sense, which she disliked heavily. Yoongi seemed to read her mind, he was over the moon that it wasn’t going to work out between her and Tae, but he didn’t like seeing her truly upset.

“Did you know you’re my favorite Ravenclaw?” Yoongi asked quietly after a while of them just watching the Jackalope hop around in its small pen. Y/n was taken back from his confession, and she really wished she didn’t turn to look at him. Maybe it was because of the built-up tension between them, the way he was looking at her in that moment, or the fact that she hadn’t been kissed in over a year, or a mix of all three. But before she could stop herself, she grabbed the sides of Yoongi’s face and slotted her slips between his.

“I better be” she pushed Yoongi down and straddled his hips, not breaking the kiss. “Y/n, please don’t go out with him”, he said between kisses, running his hands up and down her back. “I won’t” he smiled into the kiss and kept her against him. “Thank God, I get we’ve hated each other forever but I think we still would work out a bit better than you and Prince Charming”. Y/n finally got off of him, a bit embarrassed that she jumped his bones before the sun even went up. But all she could do about it was just smile, still light-headed by the kiss, him in a much similar state, if not even worse. “We’ve got chemistry L/n, that hot passion you need.”

Y/n just laughed at the boy in front of her, who had started to talk with his hands, trying to get his dramatic point across. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you again or push you off a bridge” he laughed, glad he had a good medium between the old Y/n and the new one he managed to discover. “Can I pick?”

#minyoongi #female reader #hogwartsau #enemies to lovers #angst #fluff #bts #jeon jeongkook #kim taehyung

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readyplayerhobi · 4 years ago

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Jung Hoseok and the Magic to Happiness | 06 | End

; Hufflepuff Teacher!Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

; Word Count: 7.5k

; Warnings: Penetrative sex, potion influence (? what’s the correct term here), unprotected sex (kinda), creampie, Hoseok licks his fingers...

; Synopsis: An unexpected issue with your Ministry of Magic job leads to you taking the role of Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts. It’s here that you meet your best friend’s younger brother for the first time in years, the Hufflepuff Head of House, Jung Hoseok. While you contend with seeing him once again, Hoseok tries to show you that he’s very much a man and no longer the gangly teenager you once knew.

; A/N: Final chapter! We’re finally here. I bet you didn’t think I’d actually finish this series, haha. Two series down though! SO...I’m very rusty with smut. I haven’t written it since like...October so please be gentle with me! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and have liked reading this series! Please reblog it so others can find it and send me comments/reviews/feedback via an ask or by reblogging this! :D I love to read them all and your support has helped to encourage me to keep going.

Last Chapter ;

Surprisingly, you don’t see Hoseok for a few days after the Winter Solstice Ball. He’s not present at any of the meals, nor do you see him around the castle either. It simultaneously confuses and concerns you as you worry that he’s feeling too awkward to be around you.

Seokjin, at a pre-Christmas meal at his house, had tried to confirm that he wasn’t avoiding you but instead was simply busy with preparing the magical creatures for the Christmas break. There were exchanges with other schools around the world that occurred at Christmas, meaning that Hoseok was constantly travelling with his creatures and taking custody of the foreign creatures which would be used for the next semester.

You’d viewed that with suspicion as you didn’t recall Hoseok nor Jisoo telling you that, but it did seem like a logical reason. Chaeyoung had backed the argument at the time, her mouth half full of roasted turkey. Given your suspicions about their involvement in trying to get Hoseok and you into a relationship had caused you to watch her suspiciously though.

It was only when Jimin, who had also been present for the meal, had confirmed it with a nod of his head that you’d finally believed them. As far as you knew, Jimin had no involvement and he’d genuinely fascinated with how close the two of you had been at the ball.

So even though it made you feel a little paranoid at his sudden absence after the kiss, you chose to trust your friends and believe what they said. You were already concerned about how to just interact with him when you saw him, you certainly didn’t need to obsess over the fact he ‘might’ be avoiding you.

Instead of letting your mind focus on that though, you instead throw yourself into any work you can do. The Christmas break sees most students gone and only a handful remaining behind. Some of those were because they wanted to continue studying or they didn’t want to leave their friends, others were because they didn’t have a stable home to go back to.

It made your heartache to know that some of your students had such poor home lives but it wasn’t something you could do anything about. Instead, you help to organise visits to Hogsmeade for the students so they can get to enjoy some of their break by just having fun and experiencing some of the Christmas cheer.

You’d also got through all the essays that you had to mark and the first month of the new semester had already been carefully planned out for when the students all returned. This meant that you’d done nearly all your work though and there were only so many books you could read without getting bored.

So you offered your services to the other professor’s who had remained behind, figuring that you could help them out while also reducing your boredom. This is why you were currently in the potion storeroom doing a stocktake; recording how many of each ingredient was left, if there were any that were running low or had run out completely, what potions were stored away and how much of each one.

It wasn’t the most interesting job but it helped to take your mind off things and you felt a little useful at least. You’d only been doing it for half-an-hour before you’d quickly realised why no one liked to do this job, though. The storeroom was bigger than it initially appeared and contained multiple shelving units, with each shelf packed full of ingredients, potions and spare potion-making ingredients.

There was a stale smell to the air which mingled with the faint remnants of potions that had been created in the many cauldrons that littered the room. Alongside that, there was so much dust in the room that you genuinely wondered if anyone used this place. Whilst you weren’t one to advocate using magic for stuff that you could just do by hand, there was no reason to not just do a quick cleaning spell in here.

Then again, you’ve never been amazing at potions so maybe that kind of spell might do something to one of the ingredients. So you just carry on, occasionally sneezing whenever you cause a small dust cloud to appear.

You end up so in the zone that you don’t hear the door open and close, nor the soft footfalls of someone walking in closer. This means you shriek in surprise when you hear your name in a familiar, low voice. Jerking forwards, you knock into the shelves in front of you and wince at the sound of glass hitting each other as bottles wobble dangerously.

“Shit!” Cursing, you miss the bottle with a mother-of-pearl sheen that teeters from the top shelf dangerously. Hoseok, obviously concerned with how he’d surprised you, rushes forward to help stabilise the bottles that are on the verge of smashing all around you.

As he grabs one that’s rolling towards the edge, you reach out to stop another one at the exact moment the top bottle drops. It hits your hand hard, bouncing before hitting the shelving unit and shattering. The potion inside splatters all over you, Hoseok and the shelf. Spiralled steams immediately begin to rise from where it impacts and you vaguely remember that amortentia looks like this.

But then you’re cursing loudly, sputtering as you get a mouthful of it. Without meaning to, you swallow it all and cringe as you feel it slide down your throat. The sound of Hoseok choking causes you to look over and you realise he’s got a mouthful of it as well, his face pinched as he sticks his tongue out from the taste of it.

“What was that?” He asks, blinking rapidly before wiping away what has splashed onto his face. For such a small bottle, it had managed to almost everywhere and even some stray strands of his hair were wet; steam rising slowly.

“If I remember my potions correctly...amortentia.” You say, lips twisting as you stare up at the top of the unit. Why this potion had been stored up there was beyond you as there was nothing else up there but dust. At least no other bottles had broken.

“Ah,” He muses before pausing, eyes widening as something clicks in his head. “Wait, isn’t that the love potion thing?”

“It doesn’t cause people to fall in love. If you remember back to your own potions lessons, no potion is capable of causing true love. Instead, it causes intense infatuation or obsess-oh…” Now your own eyes widen as you stare directly into Hoseok’s, warmth curling within your gut and rushing through your veins until your whole body feels hot.

Almost instantly, the two of you look away from each other. Coughing awkwardly, you shift to the other side of the storeroom, a hand pressed to your cheeks in a futile effort to cool them. Instead, they just feel even warmer.

What happened if two people took it? Especially if those two people already liked each other anyway? Did it just negate itself?

The slow burn within you said no and you let out a shaky breath, resting your forehead against the cool wood of the unit next to you.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you heard me coming in...I wasn’t being quiet or anything.” Hoseok mutters and you glance over, noting the rosy pink gracing the apples of his cheeks. You wonder if it’s because he feels embarrassed or if it’s because he’s experiencing the same, intense feelings that you are.

Inhaling deeply, you tried to calm yourself only to realise that all you could smell was Hoseok. His scent was so strong that it was like he was standing right next to you instead of being on the other side of the room. Almost immediately, you knew it was the potion.

From what you remembered, amortentia caused those feelings for whoever administered it. Considering neither you nor Hoseok had been the one to serve it, you would’ve thought that it would just negate itself. Instead, it seems to have decided that you’ve both administered it to each other.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I was too deep into my work,” Giving him a nervous laugh, you try to reassure him so he doesn’t get too worried that he’s done something wrong. “How come you’re here? I haven’t seen you in days.”

“Err, yeah...sorry. I’ve been really busy. I forgot to tell you that we usually start doing magical creature exchanges around Christmas to help educate our students on foreign creatures while also allowing other nations to learn about our creatures. It’s been a little hectic as I’ve been exchanging hippogriff’s, bowtruckles and nifflers with Castelobruxo in Brazil. Which as you can imagine has been a little stressful because I think I’ve almost lost about six niffler’s and almost lost a hand to one of the hippogriff’s.” He turns away from you to tidy up some of the shelves, missing your sigh of relief as you realise everyone has been right.

He hadn’t been avoiding you.

“I’m finished now though, for the moment. It took me longer than I liked as the fire slugs we got from Castelobruxo have been continuously burning their cages but I have that completely fixed now. I thought that I’d come to find you as we haven’t talked in a few days and I got told you were here. So...here I am.” Giving you a weak smile, Hoseok turns to look at you while shrugging.

He looks slightly uncomfortable now; a sheen on his golden tan skin while his face looks redder than normal. His hands grasp at nothing on his sides and you find yourself hyper fixated on them. Have you ever really noticed how long and slender his fingers are?

Almost immediately, you imagine those fingers somewhere else and almost moan out loud as you clench inner muscles around nothing. Was this a normal side effect of amortentia? You didn’t know what was happening and you weren’t the best at potions so this was all foreign to you.

At least you’d come to terms with the fact that you were attracted to him and would like to perhaps try a relationship. Otherwise, this would’ve been even more awkward. Not that he knew that yet, which is probably why he’s looking a little distressed.

You don’t feel that it’s the best moment to blurt that out though. Sure, it would reduce any uncomfortableness between you both but was it a good idea to admit you find him attractive too when you’re both suffering the effects of amortentia?

Probably not.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. A few of the others told me that you’d be busy doing this. I didn’t even know that magical creature exchange was a thing!” Cheerfully, you smile at him when he glances at you.

“Still, I should have told you. I’m really sorry.” He mumbles, reaching out to gently brush a scratchy pouch idly. His insistence at apologising causes you to smile and shake your head amused at how genuinely remorseful he is that he’d forgotten to tell you this one thing.

“Honestly, it’s fine. It’s your job, don’t say sorry for doing your job, okay? You’re a great caretaker for the magical creatures and I’m not surprised you forgot to mention it to me. I don’t tell you stuff about my job all the time because you don’t need to know it! So don’t stress.” Reaching for the checklist that you’d been running through earlier, you note down the broken amortentia potion with a small reprimand for the untidy storeroom.

As such, you don’t see the way Hoseok’s face twists as he forces himself to remain quiet.

The two of you remain silent for the next five minutes or so with you attempting to carry on counting the ingredients and potions on the shelves while Hoseok merely lingers in the background. He was so cute.

It would have been a comfortable silence between you both, like you always had with him, if not for the lingering awkwardness of the untalked kiss and the flaring desire of the potion. Shifting awkwardly, your thighs squeeze together in an attempt to relieve some pressure. It doesn’t work and you have to stifle a groan at the small sharp jolt of pleasure.

“Merlin,” Hoseok whispers, causing you to open your eyes and look over at him. His face is even more flushed and you note a slight sheen to his skin as if he’s too hot. If he’s even remotely as warm as you are then it’s entirely understandable and you wonder what you look like to him.

Blowing out a breath, he attempts to fan his face before pinching some of his shirt and pulling at it to get some cooler air. You can tell it doesn’t work because you’ve been subconsciously doing that for the last minute and all it’s done is cause you to imagine Hoseok’s lips brushing along your chest instead of the poor imitation of a breeze.

What finally tipped you over the edge to deciding you’d done enough counting today was yet another glance over to Hoseok. His tall and lithe form has been almost hidden beneath his robes all this time, but an uncomfortable shift causes him to reveal more of his body.

You weren’t normally such a blatant person but you couldn’t help the way your eyes drag down his body, taking in every crease in his crisp white button-up. The key moment that told you to get out of the room now was when your eyes trailed even further below, taking in the leather of his belt.

And the obvious tent in his trousers.

Swallowing so hard that you choke, you quickly move towards the door. The rush of blood throbbing in your ears drowns out Hoseok’s call of surprise, your focus solely on getting out of the overwhelmingly hot room.

The room with the man you’d very recently had decided you were attracted to both romantically and sexually. Not a good combo when you were almost burning from within with lust for him, especially when you know he’s turned on right now.

Running a hand down your face as you rush through the corridors, you can’t stop the quiet groan that leaves your mouth as you do so. Your clothes feel too tight for your body, almost suffocating and the aching need for fingers or something more between your legs is becoming unbearable.

“Y/N, wait!” Finally, Hoseok’s voice breaks through, causing you to falter as you almost pause. Even shouting, his voice is low and sends shivers through your body. A tiny whine escapes and you push forwards, almost jogging now in your effort to get back to your quarters.

Maybe a shower would get rid of this. A very cold shower, or a cold bath. You’d make a potion to counteract it but you’re nowhere near good enough to combat an advanced potion like that.

As your door finally comes into view, and for a moment you marvel at how fast you’ve managed to move from the dungeons that house the potions classroom and the store you’d been working into your quarters.

Not quite fast enough though as Hoseok’s long legs finally let him catch up, his hand reaching out and gently grasping at your arm. He’s touching you through multiple layers of clothing and yet your skin is almost burning, the desire to have him against your bare skin stronger than ever.

You get the feeling that he’s experiencing the same as he suddenly retracts his hand, almost as if he’d burned it and lets out a hiss. The sound is sibilant and low, his breath escaping him quick and you feel a strong urge to hear it once more.

Still, he doesn’t let his surprise or shock stop him. A look at his face shows you that his expression is a mix of concern and worry beneath the flushed cheeks of lust and glassy eyes of desire.

“I’m sorry, did I do something? I didn’t mean to if I did. Please don’t run away from me!” He begs, one hand moving out towards you almost like it has a mind of its own. The way he looks at it, with a scowl like it’s doing something wrong, almost makes you laugh as you can understand his frustration.

You’ve had to stop yourself from reaching out to him at least twice now.

Instead, you give him a tense smile and try to ignore the fact that he’s standing a little awkwardly. It takes far more effort than you’d like to not look down because you know it’s because he has an erection that is probably uncomfortable. Something he likely doesn’t want to bring attention to.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay. I promise. I just...I just needed to get out of that room, you know.” You let your words trail off awkwardly, fidgeting with your hands and trying desperately not to look at his crotch. As usual, though, the temptation to look was made all the stronger by your knowledge that you couldn’t just ogle his groin openly.

“Ah...yeah, er, right. It was quite...quite warm.” He pauses in his sentence though, looking a little conflicted and you follow where his eyes are staring. Right down to your chest, which is currently covered by a soft, cream-coloured jumper that you’d happily pulled on this morning.

It feels more than a little stifling right now though.

As soon as he registers where he’s looking, he sputters and starts to resemble a tomato. An absurdly handsome, tall tomato. The longer you let your thoughts linger there then the more stupid they begin to become.

Still, his blatant want fuels your potion addled senses and you start to speak without thinking.

“Do you like me? Romantically and sexually, you know? I’m pretty sure you do. I’m sorry that I didn’t realise, I’m dumb apparently. I know you’ve been trying to subtly tell me for ages now but I finally did! And I liked our kiss and I really want to do it again. Actually, I wanna do more than kiss you-” Hoseok cuts you off by reaching out for your hand, his fingers slightly calloused but still so damn soft.

And hot against you.

“Yes. I like you, a lot. More than you probably realise. I just didn’t want to push you or make you feel awkward-” Now it’s your turn to interrupt him, twisting your fingers until you can thread them through Hoseok’s.

A slight tug has him following you with wide eyes, the door to your classroom being pushed open and closed as soon as he’s inside. Without another word, you push him up against the wood while grasping at his shirt to tug him closer.

Your lips connect with ease and this time, it’s nothing like the previous kiss. Where that was chaste, this had the flames of lust burning deep within and you moaned out as Hoseok licked into your mouth, stoking that heat within you even further.

Pressing yourself to his body, you let one hand trail along his shirt and sigh as you finally get to confirm that he is exactly as lean and toned as you’d initially thought. Your touch causes him to shiver, breaking away from your lips to press open-mouthed kisses to your jawline almost desperately.

“Hoseok,” Whispering into his ear, you let your other hand run your fingers through his hair before tugging on some of the black strands. “Ah, please.”

You’re not sure what you’re asking him but you don’t care either. Anything he can give you, you’ll take.

His fingertips scorch your skin as he lets them dance over your waist, slipping beneath your jumper with a hunger he can only show. As he does so, he captures your mouth once more and kisses you with such passion and strength that you’re momentarily left breathless.

Trying to kiss him back with equal fervour while your fingers move to unbutton his shirt, losing grip on them as you refuse to move away to look down. It causes him to laugh into it, the sound pleasant and light, before he gently pushes your hands away.

Pulling away from the kiss, he presses his forehead against your own and gives a breathy smile. Glassy eyes and dilated pupils greet you while his breath hits your skin with each puff as he tries to centre himself. And then he almost looks sad; his brow creasing and the corners of his lips turning down.

“We shouldn’t...not like this. I...I really want, oh fuck I want you so bad. But this wasn’t how I imagined...you deserve better. More romantic or some-” Reaching up, you gently place a finger on his lips to quiet him. He does so instantly and you’re pleased that he doesn’t look annoyed at your interruption.

“It’s not what I imagined either but I’m not turning it down. If anything, I’m glad that potion is helping to bolster my confidence because I doubt I’d have got the courage to do anything. So, please, don’t worry about me. I want you and I’m fully aware of myself. All that potion is doing is bolstering my feelings.” You hadn’t known if that was something he was worried about and you wanted to soothe any fears he might have.

It’d be understandable because part of you is also worried that he’s only doing this because the amortentia potion is fuelling an insatiable need within. The way his eyes widen at your words before his whole body relaxes let’s you know that has been a concern of his, causing you to smile, and reach up to cup his cheeks before pulling him into a quick kiss.

“Now, please carry on and don’t stress. We’ll talk properly after, okay?” Hoseok nods and you bite your lip, trying not to laugh at how eager he looks once more.

He doesn’t kiss you again though, instead turning and tugging on your hand. Brows rising, you follow him before watching in astonishment as he sweeps your desk clear of any papers or stationery. Part of you wants to complain, but the thought instantly vanishes when he backs you up until you can feel the solid wood against the backs of your thighs.

“Hoseok! My desk? Seriously?” Giggling, you glance around your classroom and feel a little scandalised. The door to your quarters is only a few metres away but he has an almost playful look in his eyes when he grins back at you. You’d protest doing something like this in your classroom louder if it wasn’t for the fact that you were desperate for him.

He doesn’t respond to those comments though, instead reaching out and ghosting his fingers over your cheek. It makes you shiver as you feel that touch all over.

“Once more...you want this, right? You’d want this even without the potion influence?” You wonder how much amortentia addles the mind but you reason to yourself that you’ve thought about this with him for the last week. About him between your thighs, deep inside you and pleasing you.

“I want it. I’ll want it after, too.” Purposefully lowering your voice, you look at him from beneath your lashes before reaching out and hooking your fingers around his belt. Now he’s the one laughing, the sound low and husky as he lets you pull him forward.

As if you’re magnetically attracted, your lips meet his once more and you sigh into his mouth as he pressed himself against you. Whimpering, you slide your hands around his waist and try to pull him closer. A wiggle on the hard surface has Hoseok’s erection pressing onto your clit, causing you to moan out.

He mirrors the noise, the sound hoarse from his throat and you find yourself grinding against him as well as you can. It doesn’t quite work as you have nothing to brace your legs with but neither of you seems to mind. Thankfully though, Hoseok seems to understand and begins a slow roll of his hips that drives you wild.

But it’s not enough though and you shift away from him, dragging your hands down his front and enjoying the way he moans as your nails scrape through his shirt. Reaching his belt, you fumble to undo it and frown in frustration as you struggle with it.

“Let me,” Hoseok says, undoing the buckle with practised ease and slipping the leather through the meal. The sound of it sparks something inside you, causing you to writhe on the desk and beg him to hurry up. A quirk of his lips tells you that he’s amused at your insistence.

Before he does anything else though, he reaches forward and pushes your skirt along your thighs. The soft material only adds to the overstimulation of your already wired body, causing goosebumps to form all over.

His fingertips on the freshly exposed skin feel even better though, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs sparking fireworks of pleasure and delight at his touch. Letting your head fall back, you just let yourself focus on the feelings and whine softly, pussy clenching around nothing.

Under normal circumstances, you would want to explore all of Hoseok and have the favour returned in full. You’d want the full experience with plenty of foreplay; his mouth and fingers delving into places that only he’s allowed to see.

You’re too desperate though and you pull your skirt up, shifting until you’re laying back on the desk and trying to tug your underwear off. It’s hard to do on the desk though and you’re thankful when Hoseok takes over, his fingers hooking into the soft material and then you’re feeling cool air.

“Fuck.” He curses, eyes focused solely between your legs. You’re almost embarrassed to realise how wet you are, the underwear in his hands sporting a prominent damp batch that has a shiny spot you can see even from here.

Being this close to him and now being half-naked, you want him more than ever and you try to grasp at his wrist, needing him to touch you down there. Anything you can get, you’ll take. Hoseok lets you take his hand, guiding his fingers until they’re pressing against the hardened nub of your clit.

The sound you let out is obscenely loud as you move his hand until he’s touching you in just the right way to send arrows of pleasure through your body. Letting go, you let him carry on and enjoy the heat of him on you, sighing in relief at finally getting what you wanted.

It’s not enough though and you try to shift your hips, lifting them in an attempt to line his fingers with your entrance. He can tell what you’re trying to do though and grins, the expression causing his cheeks to rise while his eyes sparkle down at you.

“Do you just want to do it? You’re already really wet.” He asks, raising a brow and you nod quickly. You don’t want to waste any more time and the thought of having his cock in you is more than you can bear. It doesn’t stop you from whining in displeasure as he takes his hand away to finish undoing his trousers.

To try and combat that, you let your fingers take over from where he was. You know your body better than anyone and almost instantly you’ve got a good rhythm going. The sight of him before you, cheeks flushed with his hair looking ruffled and his shirt creased, is unbelievably erotic.

Unzipping his trousers, he pushes them down his thighs alongside his underwear. You don’t even get to see what kind he wears but you find that you don’t care. Beneath the ends of his white button-up shirt, a prominent erection stands proudly towards you. The tip is swollen and red, unsurprising given how long he’s had it for now.

He’s not the longest, nor the thickest, but you don’t care. Hoseok’s cock is quite possibly the most perfect thing you’ve seen at that moment and all you want is for him to be inside you.

Before you can vocalise that though, he’s suddenly grabbing his wand before his trousers fall to the floor. Resting the tip on your belly, he mutters a quick spell and you realise that he’s got more control of himself than you do as he’d remembered to cast a contraceptive spell. A second spell on both you and him protects you from any diseases or infections, after which he practically throws his wand to the side.

You’d protest his lack of care about something so fragile but you can’t bring yourself to care when he moves forward, letting the tip of cock rest against your pussy. The weight, almost surprising given how it defies gravity, is delightful on your clit and he presses it down, moving in a slow roll that has you sighing.

More wetness coats your pussy, which in turn coats him and you grasp one of his hands. Linking your fingers together, you pull him a little closer and mewl as he slides against the sensitive bundle of nerves once more.

“Please, Hoseok. Please” You beg, causing him to smile with satisfaction.

Placing his free hand on your left leg, he pushes it up a little and out to the side, stretching you open a little more for him. Shivering as the air cools the slick excitement between your legs, you go to protest. It’s cut off though by the feeling of him penetrating you, the blunt head of his cock slipping into you with minimal resistance thanks to how wet you’ve gotten.

Moaning loudly, your eyes close as he stretches you with each inch. It’s been a long time since you’ve slept with anyone and the ragged cry Hoseok pulls from you is directly caused by how good he feels inside you. It’s like you can feel every inch of him as he slides deeper within, the nerves in your walls firing sparks of pleasure continuously until he finally bottoms out.

For a moment, the two of you simply stay in position and bask in the beautiful feeling. You’re panting a little and trying to resist the urge to shift your hips to encourage him to move. One glance at Hoseok tells you to let him move at his own pace.

His face is pinched, brows knitted together and his jaw looking sharper than ever as he clenches his teeth. The fingers wrapped in yours squeeze tightly and after a few seconds, he lets out a guttural groan that sounds as if it was ripped from his gut.

“Shit...Merlin’s beard, you’re so...I don’t know if I’m going to last,” He admits, his cheeks burning redder than ever. “I’m sorry if I don’t. I’ve imagined...this is…”

Grunting, he slowly pulls out before sliding back into you with one fluid motion of his hips. A broken cry escapes your mouth at the pleasure and you reach down to rub at your clit. You’re just as desperate as he is to orgasm, to feel him thick inside you as you convulse around him while waves of pleasure leave you boneless.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just...move. Please.” You reassure him, trying to smile before your eyes roll back into your head at the second thrust. Still, your words let him gain some confidence and he continues to move in slow and steady snaps of his hips, each drag of his cock better than the last.

Lifting onto your elbows, you risk a glance down to take in the sight of him thrusting into you. His cock is soaked with your wetness and you realise suddenly that it’s causing lewd sounds every time he moves. You’d be embarrassed at it but the sound is strangely erotic to you; the knowledge that he’s caused you to become this wet and experience this much pleasure intoxicating.

The two of you don’t speak for a minute or so after that, far too caught up in just enjoying yourselves and all the feelings that course through your bodies. You suppose the potion is a little to blame for the almost selfish nature of the sex, but there’s also more than enough longing and desire on his side mixing with eagerness and attraction on your own.

“Fuck, I think-I think I’m gonna cum.” Hoseok pants out, his whole chest moving as he gasps out from the strenuous effort of sex. His face has a sheen to it and the damper patches on his white shirt indicate how much he’s sweating from it. Probably also a little from just how warm you’d both ended up.

Moaning out in response, you tip your head back against the cool wood of your desk and let your hand do its work. The combination of his cock inside you and your fingers playing on your clit blend together perfectly and you writhe wildly.

“Ah...shit.” His entire body going rigid as he pushes into you as far as he can get. Watching him, you cry out at how beautiful and sexy he looks as he orgasms; his jaw tightly clenched to show off that beautiful line of bone while the tendons in his neck strain. The hand entwined with yours squeezes harder than ever and he seems to just inside you in tiny movements, almost like he’s extending his pleasure without wasting too much effort.

You can feel the subtle twitch of his cock deep within you and the knowledge that he’s orgasming inside you has your fingers swirling on your clit harder and faster than before. Tightening your inner muscles, you relish in the strangled moan Hoseok lets out and the increase of feeling.

Not long after he lets out a final sigh, deeper than anything else, and he strokes his free hand down your thigh. It’s almost an encouraging touch and even though he’s finished, he moves in you with a slow and lazy stroke. The slight wince he has tells you that he’s probably a little overstimulated but he doesn’t complain and you cry out as your whole body tenses up.

Back bowing and head pressing into the desk, you tighten your eyes closed as high pitched whines and breathes escape your throat. Hips rolling in a circular motion, you continue to stroke at the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs until the sensation becomes too much. Pulling your hand away, you’re surprised when Hoseok grabs at it suddenly.

He slips out of you, his cock rapidly becoming flaccid nows that’s had his fill and you shift at the sensation of liquid that’s slightly thicker than your excitement beginning to leak from you. The knowledge that it’s come from him is surprisingly arousing and you try to push the thought away.

Something not helped by the fact that Hoseok takes the fingers that had been so busy with your clit and licks them clean, groaning out quietly as he finally gets to taste you. It’s probably not the way he imagined doing it, but Merlin, it’s certainly an attractive way.

“That was good,” He finally says, letting your hand drop and you miss the feel of his tongue already. “Better than I’ve ever imagined...and I imagined it a lot.”

He’s flushed from the intense exercise but the bashful look to his eyes tells you that some of that pink tinge is also from his shyness. You can’t help but grin at the fact he’s getting quiet after just fucking you so hard on your desk.

Sitting up slowly, you stretch and enjoy the satisfying feeling of multiple muscles in your body and the overall sense of contentment that washes through you. Reaching forward, you wrap your arms around his neck after he’s tugged his trousers and underwear back up before kissing him gently.

“How flattering, Professor Jung. I feel honoured.” There’s a hint of teasing in your voice but you keep it light enough to know that you’re not being mean to him. Instead, you’re pleased by his admission that he’s thought of you sexually. Perhaps you don’t want to know about what his teenage fantasies were but you’ll happily accept his adult fantasies.

It works to make him snort a laugh and shake his head, stroking his hands along your waist.

“And as amazing as the sex was...I’m feeling a little tired and sore from the desk. So let’s take this into my quarters, shall we?” Pushing him, you hop off the desk and let your skirt fall back into place. It’s creased now and there’s likely wet stains on the back alongside what will eventually become semen stains too.

Hoseok doesn’t follow you as you move towards the door leading to your bedroom, causing you to turn and give him an arched brow in question. Opening the door without looking at it, you smile brightly before winking.

“Well? Do you want me to be alone in my bed?” Turning away from him, you quickly pull off your shirt and throw it out of the door for him to see. It’s only seconds before you hear the sound of him following quickly, causing you to smile to yourself.

Yawning widely, you stretch out your arms and almost hit Hoseok in the face. Toes brushing against his leg as you do so, he lets out a laugh that’s more movement than sound. The rumble of his chest beneath your cheek is comforting and you sigh deeply in contentment. It had been only half an hour or so since you’d had sex and what was likely only three hours since you’d both fucked the first time.

You had to give Hoseok credit; he knew exactly what he was doing.

Just the thought of the frantic sex on your desk had you heating up in dual embarrassment and desire. Embarrassment because...well it was your desk! In your classroom. How were you ever going to look at the table without remembering what had happened on top of it?

The desire was a more obvious, and expected, emotion though. Experiencing that again would be very welcomed on your behalf and you suspected that Hoseok would be just as open to it.

Nuzzling your head into him, you took in a deep breath to get a concentrated dose of Hoseok mixed with sex. It was a heady scent and you squeeze your thighs, feeling the wetness that was still there.

Despite the horny monster he’s released, you feel a sense of tired contentment between you both. Hoseok hasn’t said anything since you’d both collapsed onto the bed after a rigorous second round and you hadn’t wanted to interrupt it yet. It was nice to just enjoy the tired aftermath of sex without the pressure of talking anything out.

Even if you knew that you both had to.

As if he can tell what you’re thinking, Hoseok takes a deep breath that has your head rising.

“I didn’t intend for...well for this. I swear,” He says, his voice a little nervous and you can tell he’s uncertain about how you’re going to respond now the potion has run its course. “I’m sorry for knocking the potion over, it was stupid of me.”

Pushing up onto your elbow, you reach up and place a finger against his lips to stop him from saying anything else. He looks at you, his cheeks adorably full from this angle and his eyes dark while he waits for you to say whatever you’re thinking.

What you’re thinking is that his lips are so soft beneath your fingertip, plush and swollen from the frantic kisses. Before you can think of anything else, you shift forward until you’re kissing him once more, the movement slow enough for him to stop it if he didn’t want to.

He lets you though, one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck in support, and opening his mouth to deepen it. A quiet moan leaves your throat as you slant your mouth against his, tilting your head to find the perfect angle and shivering as he slips his tongue into your willing mouth.

Any hint of a conversation disappears between you both, his free hand running down your naked back in a slow stroke that’s so sensual it has you quivering. But you know that he understands that you’re not annoyed at him; actually the exact opposite.

Pulling away, you lick at your lips and note the unfiltered lust in his eyes as he watches you do so, before smiling at him. Brushing some of his dark hair away from his face, admiring just how handsome he was.

“Don’t worry about it, honestly. I was fully aware of myself and wanted it. I already told you that and I meant it. The potion just helped me to get over my inhibitions. Trust me, I was already considering this after the Winter Solstice Ball. I just didn’t know how to get over the hurdle of being nervous about it.” Now it’s his turn to comfort you, his fingertips tracing across your face in a featherlight touch.

It’s almost painfully tender and the sparkling warmth in his eyes tells you that there’s something much deeper there for him. But you don’t push and he doesn’t spill. He’ll tell you when he’s comfortable with it, and you’ll be there to hear it.

Instead, he opens up with an entirely different kind of vulnerability. The confidence he’s shown so far disappears and you note fondly that it makes him look younger. Something he’d probably hate you saying.

You’ve finally figured out why he never likes conversation about the age difference between you both, at least.

“Really? Do you really mean that? I mean, about considering it?” Hoseok sounds awkward, his voice pitching higher than normal at one point and causing him to cough while his cheeks darken. The urge to coo is unbelievable.

“Yes, I mean it. I was a little taken aback when I first came here and I saw how much you’d changed since I’d last seen you. But you became one of my closest friends and the last few weeks has had me looking at you...in a slightly different light. You were...unreal at the ball and it made me realise a lot of things. And the kiss spurred that on, too. I talked with Jisoo and she helped me to see that...you’re not just her little brother. I’d been putting that label on you in an attempt to keep you at arm’s length, but I don’t want that now. I don’t need to, because I’ve accepted that I find you attractive and I would be open to more if you wanted it.” The words fall from your mouth in a rush, taking advantage of the confidence you had to get this out.

“I want it.” You don’t even get to say anything else because Hoseok interrupts you with those three simple words, the syllables fast as his enthusiasm takes over. Snorting quietly, you kiss his cheek affectionately and enjoy it when it pinkens once more.

“Someone’s eager.” Teasing him, you roll onto your back and let out a sigh as you stare up at the blank ceiling. There’s a slight chill in the air, common in such an old castle as Hogwarts, but you feel your nipples pebble from it. Shuddering, you go to tug the blanket over your naked body and Hoseok’s.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a while, so yeah. But we can talk about that more later if you want?” Looking over at him, you smile at the happiness on his face and note how he seems so much lighter than before. The knowledge that you’ve done this to him is a little overwhelming, causing you to let out a sudden breath.

And then you notice that he’s not only happy in the metaphorical sense but also in the physical sense, a prodding against your thigh causing you to peek under the blanket. Sure enough, his well-endowed erection was very prominent against you.

Raising an eyebrow, you look up at Hoseok with a mix of exasperation, amusement and admiration.

“Already? Three times in an evening?” Now Hoseok is the one smirking, the palm of his hand pressing flat against your stomach before slowly creeping down your body. The low lying flame of desire that had settled burns back to life now and you subtly wriggle in your bed, thighs opening as your body tries to get those long fingers where you want them.

“One of the benefits of a younger man,” Wiggling his brows, he grins when you chuckle before pushing at his chest. “If our age difference is ever mentioned again then I want this to be the thing you remember most.”

And with that, he flashes his teeth in a mischievous smile before disappearing under the blanket, ignoring your shriek of laughter at how his fingers tickle. That laughter soon dissolves into a moan when he reaches his destination though and as you grasp his hair tightly, glad that you finally took the plunge and realised what a wonderful man Jung Hoseok is.

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