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jimlingss · 7 years ago

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A Serpent’s Flower [1/2]

CO-WRITTEN WITH @dovechim

Read Part Two Here

Read the Sequel - Sowing a Sapling: Part 1

Words: 16.2k Genre: Fluff, Smut, Smidgen of Angst, Hogwarts!AU, ??!AU Summary: The wizarding community has learned from its past mistakes, sure, but that doesn’t mean that house rivalries aren’t still an issue. What transpires between you and a certain Park Jimin seems to go far beyond just house enmity though - it’s downright personal, and one might even say you go out of your way to torment him. But when a love potion gone awry, it may just force you to walk in his shoes.

Warnings: Male masturbation, unprotected sex, mentions of sex toys.

“That’s twenty points docked from Hufflepuff.”

The first year student begins to sob. His tears dribble down his cheeks to soak the yellow scarf around his neck. You grimace in distaste. Weaklings, the entire house is a disgrace.

But she’s not alone, however, since her housemates - third years, by the looks of their acne blemished skin and awkward, half broken voices - start to voice their protest. “H-how is that fair?!”

“Do not question my authority.” You snap back, gathering your emerald cloak about your figure in slow, deliberate movements to remind them just who they’re talking to. From your superior height, you make sure to stare down at the youngest of them with such intense disgust that even Salazar Slytherin would be proud. “Ten more points docked. Keep talking and I’ll keep going.”

The Hufflepuff children seal their lips, the younger ones diverting their eyes to the ground and the older ones glaring at you with sharpened pupils. You whip around, letting your robes slice through the air in a sharp motion as the green shade burns into the back of their vision.

“That is so not fair…”

“She h-hates us,” the other traumatised little first year is sobbing incoherently.

“You’re not wrong there,” a second year mutters back, patting the crying boy and attempting to soothe him. A Gryffindor walking past snickers under his breath and a Ravenclaw continues to bury her head in her Muggle Studies textbook.

“It’s not us she hates...” A fifth year shudders out and he looks towards the blue sky. “It’s our Head of House….”

“Professor Park.”

*//*

Contrary to popular belief, you love to teach. Potions has always been your speciality, and in some aspects, it suits your personality to a tee. The amount of precision needed, attention to detail, and most of all, patience, are all attributes that make you one of the best Potions Masters of your time.

You sigh and lean in your hard backed chair, massaging your temples. Your office is the only place where you can get a little respite from all those rowdy little children, and all the better since you’d long ago placed a Jelly-Legs Jinx upon the threshold to whoever dared trespass.

With the curtains drawn and the portraits asleep, it lulls you into a sense of contentment. You briefly watch your pencils sharpen themselves on your desk, the rhythmic sounds of metal against the oak coloured wood serving as white noise as you flip through a stack of completed assignments.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Come in.” You mumble underneath your breath, halfway through marking the written portions of the most recent experiment. The door hinges swing open gently and for a moment, it seems as if the sun itself has graced you with its presence.

It’s a blindingly bright shade, one that sears to the back of your own irises. It reminds you of amber flickering flames on a cold winter’s night, marigold and daffodil flowers that filled verdant fields of your childhood home. It’s the sand at the beaches, the lemons of your grandmother’s muggle farm and the gold jewelry she carefully stowed away in boxes for future generations. It’s the icing on the cupcake, the hue that reminds you of happiness...of kindness…

And of Park Jimin.

Hence, you despise the colour yellow.

“Good evening, Professor ___.” Jimin is nothing short of respectful as he greets you. His silver hair and sharp jawline is a striking mismatch to the house that he belongs to. He almost looks like a Slytherin, if you did say so yourself, but the thought of it immediately makes you want to hurl in disgust at yourself for tarnishing the great name of Salazar Slytherin. But the gentle aura, rounded cheeks and crinkled eyes, the colour of his robes tells you that there’s no better place where he belongs.

But then your eyes drift to the two students flanking him. You recognize Min Yoongi, a third year student and Lee Kihoon, a second year student, both from your house. You’d dealt with their mischief more than a couple of times already, which explains your familiarity with them. But with the pile of scripts sitting in front of you still waiting to be assessed, you can’t help but feel your fingers twitch in irritation at the silver haired man who’s currently puffing out his chest, arms folded and appearing indignant.

Hufflepuffs and their sense of justice. They’re no different than those god forsaken Gryffindors, really, just with a tad more self preservation.

The two students are held by the back of their shirt collars and forced to plop down into the two seats in front of you. “I caught these two in the corridor just now, engaging in a… well, why don’t you tell your Head of House exactly what you were doing.”

You cock an eyebrow up at the undercurrent of anger that accompanies his usually mild, easygoing tone. Yoongi scratches the back of his neck and inhales sharply, embarrassment written in every single line of his body, but the stubborn snake refuses to show even a hint of weakness. Just as a Slytherin should. You can barely stop yourself from smirking in satisfaction. Yoongi was always one of your favourite students, after all. “Well, go on, boy.”

“It’s not my fault.” The blonde shrugs nonchalantly, having absolutely no qualms about throwing his friend under the bus. “Kihoon was the one who suggested it.”

“Hey!” Kihoon protests but at your hardened glare, they stop bickering, quieting down immediately. “I-..we...both spilled water in the hallway and..uh...used the freezing charm.”

“And how many slipped on the ice and got injured?” Jimin interrupts and then looks straight at you. “Ten kids! Ten of them! They’re all in the infirmary and one person almost broke their neck!”

You sigh internally, rolling your eyes heavenwards as you eye Park Jimin with a sort of disinterest. What could he possibly want you to do? Bringing a matter as trivial as this to your attention, when it could have easily been handled on the spot like that. This is why Hufflepuff is a disgrace - their Head of House is such a bumbling, incompetent fool.

Taking your time to glare at the two students in emerald robes, a small jolt of satisfaction soothes your vexation just a smidgen when you see them cower before you. They visibly gulp at your menacing aura and you lean back in your chair. Jimin taps his foot and waits for you to utter anything at all. Silence weighs heavily in the air, as both your students and Park Jimin are hanging onto your every single breath. “Alright...I think they’ve learned their lesson.”

“Excuse me?” Park Jimin’s eyes widen in disbelief, and he looks as if he’s about to protest.

“I’ll just dock off three points from Slytherin house. And don’t do that again, boys. Do you understand me? This is my final warning to you both.”

“We understand.” Kihoon dips his head, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips. This is not the first time he’s been issued a final warning. “I’m sincerely sorry, madam.”

Jimin’s mouth is wide open, “that’s it?”

Yoongi shoots you a lazy little smirk in appreciation as well, reaching to adjust the knot of his silver and emerald striped tie. “I believe we should be going now, Professor Park. Kihoon and I have to get to class.”

The two children quickly leave the room and as you’re packing your belongings to prepare for the next period, Jimin lingers. You lift your eyes. “Yes?”

“Do you know what you’ve just done?” He crosses his arms and despite looking stern, the Hufflepuff only looks irritably cute with his pout. Even a house elf would be more aggressive and frightening than him. You wonder how he manages to stay on top of discipline in his own house at all, being the pushover that he is.

“You’ve undermined my authority, Professor ___. As two professors of equal status, I expected the punishment to be harsher. I hope you’re not favouring those students because they belong to your house.”

“They’re my students.” You bite back, ignoring the way his eyes are glittering with indignance, and how they resemble two orbs burning bright. “I get to discipline them however I see fit. Don’t undermine my authority.”

The pair of you stare at each other. Despite your best intimidating glare that would have sent even the strongest Death Eater themselves cowering, Park Jimin is unaffected, and it leaves you a little uneasy. He doesn’t even appear angry or remotely annoyed at you. Instead, he looks at you with a sort of defeated resignation, such a far cry from his usual bright and cheerful self that you feel a little disconcerted.

You clear your throat hastily. “Are you going to move? I need to leave.”

“Oh…” He shuffles back. “Sorry.”

You brush past him in a rustle of emerald robes, leaving him to scamper after you as the door to your office slams shut. Professor Park is left in the dust as you strut down the hallway, not looking back once.

Once you turn the corner, you let out a sigh you didn’t even know you’d been holding. Park Jimin is an incompetent fool, too kind-hearted and generous for the rigorous job of Head of House. You shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind, but it’s no use. The burnished gold of his robes has been imprinted into your mind, and you spite the foolish kindness that he displayed to you.

He’s spineless. Unfit for the job. Weak.

*//*

“Afternoon, ___, hope your classes went well?”

You settle into your seat at the oval shaped meeting table beside Kim Namjoon, Arithmancy Professor and also Ravenclaw’s Head of House. The brunette man in his rounded spectacles has always been rather pleasant for you to chat with. His high intelligence doesn’t make it a headache to converse with, unlike some fools you know.

The room is already mostly filled with teaching staff for the monthly progress meeting, and you smile back at him in response. Just as you’re about to answer, a boisterous voice cuts in.

“Oohhh! The Ice Empress smiled! Won’t that melt your unfailingly cold heart or something?” Kim Taehyung grins from ear to ear as he waits for your scathing response, and you have half a mind not to humour him.

Being Gryffindor’s Head of House, he always has a way of getting right under your skin, and not in a good way. You’d tried to look past the typical house rivalry, you really did, but something about him just rubs you the wrong way. You’d rather not interact with him at all.

If you had an extermination list, which you may or may not legitimately have, Kim Taehyung would be on the top of the list.

“I don’t know about you, but some of us don’t have the emotional range of a teaspoon, you know?” You shoot back, but as always, your barbed comments do nothing to dim the enthusiasm in his eyes. If anything, it only serves to encourage him further.

“You’re so sexy like this, madam ___.” Taehyung wiggles his brows up and down. You muse that the scarlet colour of his clothes is rather convenient. If you were to kill him, it wouldn’t stain too badly. “You should yell at me more. I love the sass.”

You drop down across from him, the tip of your want being pulled out from your sleeve. You’re about to mutter a silencing charm but-

“Ladies and gentlemen, please! I beg of you!”

A frazzled looking raven haired man cuts in from his position at the head of the table, and he appears as stressed as he sounds. “What did I say about House Unity? We can’t have the Heads fighting amongst ourselves if we want to set a good example for the students.” Jeon Jeongguk pushes his full moon spectacles higher on the bridge of his nose as his eyes scan over each and every face. His hair is absolutely wild, pixie dust and strings of cotton attached to the strands. Past the glasses and doe orbs, you find anxiety and panic.

The room quiets down in response, waiting for him to go on.

“Now, I believe we should start this meeting before the next Wizarding War breaks out,” he chuckles hysterically a little at his own joke, although no one else in the room seems to find it funny. You wonder if he’s losing his mind. Jeongguk clears his throat and continues. “Hoseok, why don’t you start us off? How have your Charms classes been going lately? Any problem with the OWLs?”

It’s mostly the same thing every month. There’s nothing new and you find yourself peering around the room in slight boredom as you wait for your turn to come. As your eyes survey the other end of the table, they lock upon another pair of caramel glazed ones, and you freeze in your seat.

Park Jimin doesn’t flinch under your stone cold gaze, and for the second time that day you find yourself a little unnerved at how unintimidated he is. Hufflepuffs are pushovers, right?

Then why isn’t he backing down?

“...Professor ___?” You blink, and the spell is broken. You immediately snap back into reality, only to realise that the entire room is waiting for your report.

“O-oh, right,” you clear your throat in an attempt to mask the slight tremor in your voice, even as you avoid Park Jimin’s gaze from across the room. It’s unlike you or any Slytherin to become flustered.

You regain your natural composed state in less than half a second. “My students are on track to taking their OWLs, and there are a few promising individuals who show interest in doing Potions at a higher level. Although…”

Your voice trails off as your gaze is reluctantly drawn back to the silver haired man across from you. “There was an incident earlier this term. A few of my students got injured while making the Draught of Living Death. The cause, as it turns out, was due to a few faulty ingredients, namely from the Herbology gardens…”

The effect is almost like a whiplash, every head at the table turns toward Park Jimin as he receives the brunt of your glare, but still, he doesn’t back down.

“U-um, well, Professor Park, d-do you have anything to say about this?” Jeongguk can almost feel the tension in the air, even as he withers under your gaze that isn’t directed at him. He knows all too well how things will go, because it’s like this every meeting. First, Park Jimin will respond with an acerbic bite-

“Well, last I checked, the Potions Masters are the ones responsible for harvesting their own ingredients for their students.”

-then you’ll match him blow for blow-

“And last I checked, Professor Park, it was the Herbology Professor’s responsibility to cultivate only the finest specimens for our students.”

-and it goes on until someone steps in. Jeongguk glances around the room in mounting desperation, most of his staff look bored or have already begun chatting with one another, leaving him to be the only one privy to the full out bickering in front of him.

Jeongguk sighs, massaging his temples as he gathers every single ounce of courage that he possesses. “This won’t do.”

Thanks to his position of authority, the two of you become silenced, and Jeongguk thanks his lucky stars because were he not Headmaster, he doesn’t think he could withstand that piercing, intimidating gaze of yours. “I won’t stand this any longer. Every single meeting we have, the two of you take as an opportunity to go at each other’s throats. You’re going to have to find a way to resolve this, or I will.”

His threat hangs in the air, and you swallow hard, raising your voice to protest. “Headmaster, it clearly isn’t my fault…!”

Jimin rolls his eyes from across the table, having heard this line way too many times. “Yeah, it never is, is it?”

“What exactly are you insinuating, Professor Park?” Your hackles are raised again, and you tighten your hands into fists. “The safety of our students is not on my shoulders alone. If you do not accept at least partial responsibility for what has happened, then I think you’re unfit for this job.”

“If you are that concerned with the safety of the children within this castle, then you would discipline your own kids first. Being biased towards students depending on the house they belong to is unjust discrimination. Your favoritism is harmful-”

“Excuse me?!” You scoff out. “If you have the audacity to accuse me of such things, then I think your time is better spent working on your own disciplining skills. I have an important subject to teach, Professor Park. I cannot sit around all day to help you reprimand delinquents. You may have the time but I do not.”

Taehyung raises his brow at your remark and he takes a long sip of his drink that you swear is secretly butterbeer. Namjoon is reading over his written report but seems impressed with your biting response. Jimin frowns, a flash of hurt appearing over his face and for a moment, you feel guilty for what you’ve said.

It only lasts a single second, however.

“If you are indicating that herbology is not as important as potions, then I fear we have another discussion, ___.”

Jimin doesn’t address you under the respectful title of professor or madam and you laugh mirthlessly. As you begin to stand up, the Headmaster lets out another long suffering sigh.

Children. He’s working with a bunch of children. Sooner or later he’s going to have to make the two of you have a time out in the naughty corner or a time out chair, or else-

“PROFESSORS!” He bellows, and the two of you glance at him. “Now, since you can’t get along like the mature adults that you are…” He clasps his hands together to hide the slight tremor in anticipation of your reaction. “I’ve decided that the two of you should combine classes. Not only would it foster a better working relationship between the two of you, I feel like it would go a long way in promoting some much needed House Unity as well.”

House Unity - It’s been Jeongguk’s motto ever since he’s been working as Headmaster for three months. He may be lost and an utter mess but in every conversation, he’s been advocating for his one and only message. House Unity. It haunts you at every single meeting and encounter you have with him, and sometimes, you have to admit that you voluntarily pick a fight with the other Houses just to piss him off.

Inwardly, Jeongguk is cringing, ready for your striking blow that should come any minute now, when in actual fact, all of this is ridiculous, he’s the fucking Headmaster for Merlin’s sake, he shouldn’t be this afraid of a measly little Potions Master-

“I. Will. Not. Have. It.” You punctuate each word with your fist on the table, and Jeongguk has to stop himself from flinching on reflex. Taehyung curls inwards and Namjoon finally looks up. You’ve somehow managed to regain the attention of all the sleepy professors around.

“If I am able to speak, I don’t believe this is the right course of action.” Jimin responds kindly and eloquently with a smile, coaxing the Headmaster. You roll your eyes at his idiotic gesture. “It would be more fitting if Professor ___ and I would discuss our own matters privately.”

Jeongguk is almost at his wits end as you glare at him and Jimin merely smiles back. The kindness pisses you off even further, darkening your expression into a murderous look. If you wouldn’t get fired for it, Jeongguk is sure you’d leap over the table and claw the Hufflepuff’s eyes out. But the Headmaster is pleasantly surprised. He never thought Jimin could hold his own against you. Even Taehyung wouldn’t be able to challenge you to this extent.

To be quite frank, Jeongguk feels that he, himself, can’t argue more than a sentence against you without it making him feel like he’s about to burst into tears.

“I’m the Headmaster, so my word is final,” Jeongguk clenches his jaw, and for the first time since the Dark Lord was defeated, he actually fears for his life when you turn that murderous gaze upon him. He thinks you’d make a pretty good Death Eater, actually. “A-and that’s all for today, meeting dismissed, see you all next month!”

He runs for the door with his tail between his legs.

*//*

It may be quite irrational for you as a Slytherin to be hostile towards a Hufflepuff.

Jimin has never particularly committed any crime against you that has been audacious or cruel. You even went to school with him for seven years, granted, only sharing a few classes and never an exchange of words. Kim Taehyung, the head of Gryffindor, is the one who you should despise with every bone in your body. But there’s something about Park Jimin that gets under your skin.

It’s the unrestrained kindness that you cannot understand or begin to wrap your mind around. No matter what venomous words you may spit out to the man adorning the colour of yellow, he always treats you with benevolence and courtesy. There’s not an ounce of hatred in his eyes and his smile drips with tender sweetness and tolerance. It’s something you can never do.

Sometimes you wonder if Professor Park is just plain stupid.

“Alright children, take your seats.” You join him at the front of the room, the sweltering greenhouse causing sweat beads to accumulate at your hairline. “Today and for the next few weeks, we’ll be combining herbology and potions classes.”

There are a few puzzled and incredulous looks exchanged amongst the students, mostly the Slytherins, but the other half of the room seems genuinely excited to have Professor Park around. It’s not classified information that he’s the better-liked teacher. You prefer to rule with an iron fist while he likes to hand out flowers to everyone and shower them in compliments.

“There a lot of similarities between the two subjects.” Jimin speaks up with a grin, “most of the potion ingredients used are part of magical plants and we’re going to teach you how the entire process from just a mere seed-” Within his palm, a seed appears and all the first year students lean over with glistening eyes and a ‘woah’. “-to a potion.”

A purple cloud and a ‘poof’ later, he’s sloshing electric blue liquid in a phial. As you discreetly roll your eyes, Jimin basks in the applause he receives. “Listen up, this assignment for the next weeks is going to count for forty percent of your grade, so take it seriously or you’ll fail my class.”

Immediately all the children sit back down in their chairs, smiles vanishing without a trace, posture straight and hands folded on top of the wooden table like you’ve trained them to do. Jimin, obviously a little perturbed by the sudden dip in the previously charged atmosphere, glances at you from the corner of his eye, biting his plush bottom lip.

You ignore him, keeping your gaze trained on the row of Hufflepuffs before you as they tremble slightly under your scrutiny. “We are going to be making a Pompion Potion. Does anyone know what that is?”

A girl instantly jolts her entire arm up. You call upon her name and she answers in a heartbeat, “it’s a potion that temporarily turns the drinker’s head into a pumpkin.”

“Correct. Five points to Ravenclaw.” You twist on your feet and a Gryffindor swallows nervously. “Can anyone tell me what are the ingredients to make the potion?” You stop in front of a Hufflepuff who has his head down, eyes boring into the sheet of blank parchment before him in order to avoid meeting your incendious gaze. “What’s your name?”

“K-Kim….S-Seokjin.”

Upon hearing the boy’s name, Jimin immediately recognizes the student, recalling him to be one of the more playful and outspoken ones of his year. Typically he’s a boisterous, rambunctious mess, sporting dark fluffy hair that refuses to be tamed, but under your intimidation, he’s reduced to nothing more than a meek, shell of his former self.

“Tell me, Seokjin. What are the ingredients?”

“D-dittany-”

“Wrong.” You immediately cut in, like a vulture swooping down for its prey. “Ten points taken away from Hufflepuff.”

Seokjin can only bite his lip in consternation, and even from across the room, Jimin can see that he’s bravely trying to hold his tears back. He quirks his eyebrow at your unusually harsh punishment.

You spare Seokjin one more scathing glance before turning away, internally regretting asking the class this at all. Clearly none of them did their prescribed reading, but you’ll be damned if you have to give in and answer your own question like a bumbling fool.

“Can anyone else answer?” The same girl from earlier raises her hand but you turn towards the Slytherin side of the class, hoping that at least your house won’t let you down too badly. “Tell me.”

“Flitterby Moth, Bouncing Bulb and….Foxglove. In that order...” A boy with round glasses sitting in the back pipes up.

“Correct. Fifteen points to Slytherin.” A hint of a smile tugs at your lips at his answer, and the boy grins smugly in response. “You must crush the flitterby moth, stir it clockwise until it turns green, not blue. Then, the plant is grounded and poured into the cauldron until it’s red and we add the foxglove. The result is an orange colour.”

There's a flurry of action that bursts within the classroom as the students reach for their quills and parchment, scribbling down your instructions. Returning back to the front of the classroom, you glance over at Jimin before giving him a taciturn nod. Your part of the lecture is over, at least for now.

He patiently waits for them to finish writing, when you would have proceeded on with the next part nevertheless. Irritation bubbles up in your chest as you watch the way he beams at the class, and you swear you can even see some students slow their hurried scribbling when they realise you’re not actively interrogating them any more.

Jimin gestures to the rows of neatly lined up red brick pots at the front of the classroom. “This is a Bouncing Bulb seed. When it’s mature, it bounces around but it’s easier to handle when it’s young so each of you don’t have to worry. Professor Jung will teach you the Fire-making spell which is used to wither the plant.”

His golden robes glisten in the sunlight piercing through the glass ceiling and his smile is blazing, even as his eyes travel the span of the room, taking in the worried expressions on some of the student’s faces. “I don’t want any of you to become anxious over this assignment. Professor ___ and I will be here every single step of the way. You will tend to your plant until it’s mature enough to be made into a potion.”

The children nod and upon his instructions, move to take their pots and seeds. You and Jimin had debated beforehand and after two hours of bickering, the plan had been set. Today, the kids would be planting their seeds before decorating their own pots.

At first, you told him the idea of paints and art was ridiculous, adding no value to the actual subject of Potions or even Herbology whatsoever, but he insisted, arguing that it would help instill in them “a sense of individuality”, or whatever he called it. Park Jimin may be a Hufflepuff, but he doesn’t back down from an argument, and you find that his persistence has worn you down considerably.

Pick your battles, ___. A Hufflepuff somehow manages to spill an entire bottle of red paint all over herself and the floor, so you take in a deep breath, reminding yourself that you love your job, you love your job, you love your job-

A knock on the door interrupts you, and you frown when a familiar blonde head appears in the doorway.

“Min Yoongi. What are you doing here? Do you not have class to attend to?”

“He doesn’t.” Jimin grins and throws his arm over the Slytherin third year student who is visibly sulking. “Yoongi, here, has become my assistant for this class. I found out that he has a free period and he’s willing to help me every single day until it’s over. Isn’t that right, Min Yoongi?”

He makes a strangled noise at the back of his throat, making eye contact with you as he desperately pleads for you to somehow get him out of this situation. You glance over at the rows of children behind you, giggling and shouting as they play fight over the paints, sighing internally.

You and me both, buddy.

You wonder if this is Jimin’s new disciplining technique, but you can’t dismiss Yoongi without it being a blatant undermining of Jimin’s authority. So you have no choice but to shrug wordlessly.

“Well go on,” Jimin pats the Slytherin’s shoulder. “Go forth and help your fellow first years.”

Yoongi begrudgingly plops down next to the student you recognize as Seokjin.

“Lovely day to teach, isn’t it, Professor ___.” Jimin turns to a batch of potted Asphodel, running his fingers gently over the alabaster lily petals as they shudder under his touch. He seems completely at home in the tiny little greenhouse, the humidity not even bothering him a tiny bit, only resulting the translucent glow of his dewy skin. “I do find your teaching very…”

“You have an issue with it?” You’re quick to jump down his throat, immediately taking the offensive as a reflex action.

“It’s peculiar.” He says with a soft smile, leaving you behind as he turns to the rose bushes right next to him. The Hufflepuff Head of House produces a small pair of gardening shears from his pocket, snipping a rose from one of the growing vines, cutting off all the thorns. “Flower?”

The man hands it to you without allowing you to reject his offer.

The thin, delicate stem is a rich shade of green, perhaps beryl or jade. An enticing, temptingly sweet yet delicate and light scent wafts from its deep ruby stained petals. But the moment your fingers grip around the stem, the scarlet hue morphs into a bisque and bright yellow.

You gaze at it before flickering your orbs upwards. “How?”

He grows sheepish and shrugs casually, going back to tending to his garden. “I cross bred it with some other things and tested a few spells. The flower alters based on the person’s favourite colour.”

Your heart hammers against your chest.

You laugh. “That’s impossible.”

Jimin gives you a knowing look, and it feels as if he’s crawled right under your skin with just a single glance, gained access to some intimate part of you that you keep heavily guarded; it feels as if he’s unraveled you just like that. He gives you a small little smile, harmless and innocent on the surface, but then again, nothing about Park Jimin is as you thought.

But then he shrugs nonchalantly. “Is it?”

Before you can snap back a harsh retort about how inaccurate his silly little plant is, a Gryffindor comes bouncing up to the pair of you. “I have a question, sir and madam. If we must focus on one particular part with this project, shall it be the potions aspect or the plant? I want to train for my Quidditch match and-”

“Of course, the end result is the most important.” You tell her immediately. “If the potion works then that’s all that matters.”

“I’d like to disagree with that with all due respect, Professor ___. The potion can be spoiled but a plant is a life and needs to be taken seriously. A potion can be remade or fixed and it does not require as much time as the plant.”

You chortle in disbelief and the Gryffindor student is left in the middle of the argument. All the children in the room stop their art project to turn around and stare. Yoongi listens in amusement while Seokjin widens his eyes. A Ravenclaw kid facepalms at why a Gryffindor would ask such an idiotic question.

“Are you saying that they should start a potion with the intention to ruin it completely, Professor Park?” You cross your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes into slits, and usually this is when most people would relent and let you have your way.

But Park Jimin doesn’t recognise the signs of danger at all, doesn’t seem to realize that you’re a coiled snake, ready to strike. “No, what I’m saying is, we should value the life of a plant over something as inanimate as a potion.”

“Is that so? Well, then I shall have you know, that the art of Potions Making is in itself a life form, and…”

Neither of you seem to be backing down from this, and the argument only grows more and more intense, till it threatens to engulf the entire room with the heat of your rivalry with each other. The first years shift in their seats, eyes darting back and forth between the two of you, and even Yoongi starts to fidget a little as well.

Never have they seen the loving Professor Park in such a heated quarrel, and they’re secretly afraid for their beloved Head of House as they watch him go head to head with you. Even witnessing your venomous glare from the sidelines makes them dread to ever be on the receiving end, and it’s in that frozen state they remain till the bell chimes to signal the end of class.

“We need to do something.” Yoongi mutters and Seokjin slowly nods.

The innocent first year Hufflepuff student tips his head to the side, “like what?”

The thought of having to assist Professor Park in this class every single week for the rest of the semester has Yoongi incredibly annoyed, he’s supposed to be taking a nice long nap right about now. If only there was a way to somehow end this collaboration between the two of you...

A smirk grows on his face and Jin quietly begins to scoot away, only to have the older one throw his arm over his shoulder casually, stopping him from any further movement. A slow, malicious little smirk spreads across the older’s lips, one that makes sends shivers down the younger boy’s spine. “I’ve got just the plan.”

*//*

“Do you not understand the meaning of crush, kid?” Yoongi exhales through his nostrils in an attempt to keep a hold of the last remaining shreds of his rapidly vanishing patience. “When you crush something, you do it like this-”

Yoongi slams the handle of his knife into the chopping board, smashing the root of the poor plant so that its juices seep out copiously. Seokjin flinches at the older boy’s violent aggressiveness, but tries his best to remain put as he watches Yoongi drip the plant’s essence into the cauldron.

Once the peppermint is in the cauldron, it morphs into a green shade. The Slytherin takes a look at the pages of the ancient textbook he stole from the back of the library and he mutters underneath his breath.

“What are you adding now?” Jin blinks innocently, watching as Yoongi throws a handful of pearl dust and a cup of moonstone. “What’s that? What are you putting in? Why is it turning orange? When are you putting in the rose thorns?”

“Shut it.”

There are numerous variations of the potion and it’s an advanced one for that matter. It also doesn’t help that Yoongi’s doing something someone twice his age would be learning and that there is no one true recipe out of the millions of variations. The concoction was banned from an incident years prior and he had to scour the dusty bookshelves in order to find the ingredient list.

The Slytherin is a rather courageous fellow but he was still sweating, hidden in the Room of Requirements, on edge from every single noise outside. He had stolen the materials and the equipment. Yoongi isn’t scared of many things, his mom and maybe a zombie apocalypse. You were certainly on the top of his list, however.

“Is it done?” Jin shoves his nose close to the cauldron and coughs from the intense floral scent. It’s glittering in a shade of bright pink, foaming and nearly oozing off the sides. “It looks…”

The third year student unwraps the food he’s stolen from breakfast and he drops it into the shining liquid. The bread soaks up the pink and in the next second, appears completely untouched, bobbing above the cauldron.

“Listen, kid, so you’ll take this,” Yoongi shoves the two pumpkin pastries into the younger boy’s hands. “And deliver it to both Professors. Alright? You know where their quarters are?”

“N-no,” Seokjin glances down at the two items in his hands, eyes widening as he realises the severity of the crime he’s about to commit. He only thought he was going to be a bystander, maybe a sidekick. Jin begins to sweat profusely.

Yoongi sighs. He should have just done this entire thing on his own, except it wouldn’t be wise because then he wouldn’t have a scapegoat should things go wrong. “Their sleeping quarters are connected to their offices. Professor ___’s office is in the Dungeon Corridor and Professor Park’s is before the kitchen, near the basement. It’s relatively close, only one staircase away.”

“I-I…”

He cocks his eyebrow up and stares at the quivering eleven-year-old. “You don’t think you can do it?”

“I…” Jin begins to cry, tears marking his cheeks. “I don’t want to kill them.”

His voice increases significantly in pitch as he considers the various consequences that could befall the two Professors, and while he doesn’t particularly like you, he doesn’t want to see you die either. “I can’t kill them!”

“No, you idiot!” Yoongi laughs, unable to believe that the Hufflepuff truly thought he was evil enough to murder his two professors. “Were you not paying attention?! This is a love potion, Amortentia, specifically. Look, stop asking questions. I know this might be too much for your tiny brain to handle, but you just have to do your part and make sure they get this. Alright?”

If someone else was here, they’d tell Yoongi off for bullying the boy into doing it.

But no one’s here and a smirk begins to grow on the Slytherin’s face when he sees every detail of the Hufflepuff and how he’s breaking down. “O-okay.”

“Great! Now go! And remember, if you fail, we’re gonna get expelled.”

Jin’s face blanches but he’s pushed out of the room before he can make even the slightest squeak.

*//*

The first part of the task doesn’t prove to be of much difficulty.

After standing outside his Head of House’s door for what seems like an eternity, Seokjin finally gathers the courage to rap his knuckles on the sturdy oakwood. Immediately, it swings open, revealing the kind, bright smile of his Professor, still dressed in his golden robes even though it was outside of class hours.

Upon seeing the tiny little boy on his doorstep with messy black hair and a slight frown decorating the space between his eyebrows, Jimin grows a little concerned. “Seokjin, is there anything I can do for you? Are things going okay? Have you been keeping up with your subjects? Do you need any help? I can try my hardest to assist you in anything you need. I’m not the best at Astronomy but I think I could help you in that too.”

Professor Park’s deluge of concern only weakens his resolve and makes the lump in his throat grow larger. Merlin, he was really going to hell for this, were there even eleven year olds in hell? Seokjin didn’t know. “Ac-actually, Professor, I made this for you…”

It’s only then that Jimin notices the glazed, golden brown pastry that rests upon a paper plate in Seokjin’s grasp, still hot and steaming. Jimin gasps lightly and he grins as the pastry on the paper plate slides onto his desk. “You made this? How did you know my favourite flavour is pumpkin?”

“I made it in my transfiguration class.” Jin rubs his sweaty palms together and he swallows hard, wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his robe. “I-It was originally an apple.”

“Very impressive.” Professor Park smiles and picks up the plate, bringing the pastry closer to in order to sample it’s enticing, savoury scent. Seokjin’s eyes widen as he suddenly wonders if Professor Park’s keen sense of smell, honed from years of working with plants and herbs, might detect ingredients that are definitely not supposed to be in a pumpkin pastry.

But the older man replies with nothing but a distant hum. “It smells quite delicious. I’m even more happy that you wanted to share with me. Five points for Hufflepuff.”

“T-thank you, sir.” Jin holds his bottom lip in between his teeth, taking even breaths in order to keep his tears at bay. “I-I….”

“If there isn’t anything else, it’s getting quite late. You should return to your common room now before you get in trouble with one of the Prefects.” Jimin smiles, eyes crinkling into crescent moons as he beams at his student. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to enjoy this with some tea before heading to bed tonight.”

Jin’s about to crack. He feels the wails rip through his throat and his eyes are watering up. The guilt is too much and it feels like a monster, eating at his flesh, screaming out in pain. But then, the boy remembers the older student.

“And remember, if you fail, we’re gonna get expelled.”

The word ‘expelled’ echoes and reverberates in the hollows of his mind. Expelled. The cackles of the Slytherin rings in his ears. Expelled. It haunts him and he finds apparitions of his parents faces, crying and shaking their heads in disappointment as he hauls his luggage home. Expelled.

He braces himself with the courage of a Gryffindor. “O-okay.”

As Kim Seokjin leaves the room and the door shuts behind him...he runs.

This time, it’s not from the usual fear or terror. The adrenaline courses through his veins and he laughs to himself at what he’s done. He runs down the hallway, darting through the other students. Jin is on top of the world, completely invincible. He doesn’t care that Yoongi might be polluting his innocent mind. Seokjin feels powerful. Nothing could stop him now-

“Come in.”

-except for you.

The scarlet rose is in a thin vase on your dark oak desk. You’ve been transfixed by it for the entire evening, unable to finish grading any assignments. Every time you touch the flower, laid a single finger or even grazed your skin against the stem, the petals ripple back into a shade of golden yellow.

But for now, you’ve managed to shatter the reverie. “Is there something you need?”

Seokjin would pee his pants on any other day. He would probably soil himself, standing alone in your office plunged in darkness, in front of your pointed gaze. The Hufflepuff, however, is still riding on his adrenaline and he clenches his fist before he can back down. There’s no choice.

“Madam, I would like to apologize for my mishap earlier. I made this in Transfiguration class and thought you would like it.” He lays down the pastry on your desk and steps back. “Please enjoy it.”

You hum, not paying any mind as your quill circles mistakes on a Ravenclaw’s parchment. “If you have so much time as to attempt to appease me with home cooking, I believe your time is better spent studying to improve your mediocre grades.” Your eyes flicker upwards, “I do appreciate the gesture but you can’t bribe me too easily, Kim. If there’s nothing else you need, you should leave.”

He needs to see you take a bite of it.

“But-”

“See you in class tomorrow. I’ll be asking you a lot of questions considering how much free time you have.” The emerald shade of your robes eradicates any built up courage he has and the profuse sweating returns on the boy. Jin nods and he runs away from the office.

As the door closes behind him, you drop the quill in your hand, indulging in a well needed stretch. Silly little Hufflepuff. What was he thinking, trying to get into your good books with something as common as a pumpkin pastry? You shake your head with an amused smile, rolling your eyes and fully intending on going back to your marking. But hours of being cooped up in your tiny little office, staring at page after page of nonsensical essays have taken a toll on you, and you find your gaze wandering back to the flower resting in your vase and you sigh in exhaustion.

The scent that wafts on the otherwise still breeze in your office is enticing. You frown, glancing over at the innocent looking pastry that rests just beside the vase. Well, just a snack break wouldn’t be that bad, right? And it was from a Hufflepuff after all, so it’s not like he could have any other ulterior motives other than trying to butter you up.

You reach for the glazed bread, finding it still warm to the touch and bring it to your lips without a second thought. In hindsight, it is a terrible, terrible mistake.

Your mouth parts and you take one single bite.

*//*

Your chest feels tight and uncomfortable, and every breath requires a whole new labouring effort. The thudding in your ribcage quickens its pace and then quiets down, only to race again underneath your skin, to the extent that it might even bruise.

Your vision is encapsulated entirely by the single shade alone. It’s the bright, dancing leaps of flickering flames or sunspots, the creamy frothiness of freshly made Butterbeer, the plump sorbet lemons growing on trees, their citrus scent floating through the verdant fields. It’s daffodil and marigold flowers that sway in the crisp breeze, basking in the sunlight beams. The spaces between your toes are tickled by the tall grass and a gentle laugh drifts from your parted lips when an amber butterfly kisses the tip of your nose.

But amongst the meadow of flowers, there’s a distant figure. His silver hair and gentle aura calls to you, tugging your heartstrings closer and closer, causing your chest to shake beneath your hand. He turns around to you and smiles, rounded cheeks and crinkled eyes, whispering your name softly with his lips.

“___”

You reach out to touch him-

The entire universe slips away. He’s gone, your world has turned to black before a piercing light jolts your entire body. You let out a pained groan as you lift your arm, not quite remembering that it ever felt this heavy. Your eyelids peel back and you’re met with…

Yellow?

A gasp leaves your mouth as you lurch back into a state of wakefulness, after lingering in the limbo dreamland for what seems like an eternity. Blinking rapidly to clear the remnants of your hauntingly vivid dream from your consciousness, you groan as you sit up, every single muscle in your body protesting simultaneously.

What happened last night? You vaguely remember finishing the stack of Potions essays before collapsing into bed at nearly one in the morning. It’s nothing too unusual from your daily schedule but why are you so out of sorts this morning?

You swing your legs out of bed, wobbling to get ready for the day. The sluggish, heavy feeling is brushed off as you hope it will vanish once you’re well into your morning routine. But as you walk over to the adjacent bathroom, your steps are heavier than normal, and your body feels foreign, as if it had been rearranged somehow, the ligaments and joints not moving how they typically would.

You’re unusually limber this early in the morning.

Reaching up to stretch the kinks out of your body, you pause to gather your hair up into a bun and push it out of the way, freezing when your fingers encounter nothing but short, silky strands that don’t go past your ears.

Fuck.

It must be that fucking Hufflepuff, he put something into that damn pastry, you swear to Merlin you’ll skin him alive-

Your hasty retreat into the bathroom is met with more than a few bumps and knocks along the way, and you can only wince at your body’s uncoordinated attempts as you wrestle yourself in front of the mirror, and are met with…

Your worst nightmare.

Park Jimin’s sleepy, dishevelled bedhead stares back at you in the mirror, perhaps with the most disgruntled and pissed off expression you’ve ever seen on his face.

Glancing down at the rest of your body, you’re met with toned biceps that flex all too easily, partially revealed by the short sleeved shirt that you- he slept in. Your eyes continue to travel down the flat chest to land on thick, muscled thighs left bare by sleep shorts, thankfully clothing the thick bulge hanging in the air.

You scream.

*//*

“You want a what?”

It’s a little disconcerting to be faced with your own body and talking to your own face like this, and even more uncomfortable to see the way Park Jimin’s very essence still pours out of every single pore of yours even when he’s occupying your body.

You’ve never seen yourself sporting such a neutral expression in the face of a calamity this catastrophic before. This must be what they mean by an out-of-body experience, but you’re in no mood to joke about such things.

“I want an Unbreakable Vow. That you won’t touch what you’re not supposed to, and in return, I’ll leave your bits alone. As best as I can.”

Park Jimin stutters in response, and your first, knee jerk reaction is to recoil in disgust at the utter cluelessness, bordering upon idiocy, that presents itself on your face. Every single bit of you hates the fact that he’s now in control of your body, from everything to facial expression to speech and action.

“How is that fair? Your body is absolutely off limits and mine isn’t?” Park Jimin moves to fold his arms across his - your chest, but freezes in place when you shoot him a warning glare for daring to move his- your - arms that near your breasts.

“How is that not fair, Park? I can’t walk around the castle when your pants are blown up. You nasty boys always have to jerk off at least twice a day. If I don’t touch that tiny little carrot stick of yours, I won’t be able to function properly.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows, a slow smirk that looks eerily familiar spreading across your face, fully intent on making some kind of innuendo. “Oh, so you’re willing to touch my little carrot stick, then? How generous of you.”

You realise you set yourself up for that one, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

“I- I didn’t mean it like that!” You hiss at him in annoyance, running your hands through your hair in exasperation only to stop short when your fingers glide through his silky platinum locks without resistance. “Oh, and you’ll have to get dressed with your eyes closed too.”

Jimin leans against the side of your wardrobe with a teasing smile, and it still disconcerts you to see his mannerisms upon your face. Perhaps it's a coping mechanism, but he finds it quite fun to tease and banter with you in the face of this predicament.

“Didn’t realise you were such a prude, ___.” He drops the title of professor in front of your name which causes you to raise a brow. “Never let a man see you naked before? Or has a man never touched that body of yours either?”

“That is,” you spit out, “None. Of. Your. Business.”

Jimin could get used to this, really, seeing his body move in such an unfamiliar manner, and being forced to rethink his every action in a similar way as well. He supposes it’s an inevitable part of an accidental body switch between opposite genders, since the basic differences in muscle and bone mass construction forces males and females to move differently. This morning when he woke up, he wasn’t accustomed to being so much lighter on his feet, and had even stumbled around his room due to the slight change in the centre of gravity that puzzled him to no end until he brought his hands to his suddenly much heavier chest and found out exactly why.

You would not be pleased to know that he’d already groped a handful of your breasts upon waking up this morning.

“How am I supposed to go to the bathroom?” Jimin continues to tease, “or do you want me to piss in your pants?”

A mumble of curses tumbles from your tongue and you squeeze the bridge of your nose, slightly startled to the coarse texture of your new hand. “Just close your damn eyes.”

“Alright, fine. We’ll do it your way, if you want,” Jimin acquiesces easily. “But we need to figure out what happened. Who did this to us or how we became this way.”

You already have an idea of what has occurred but you cannot erase the overwhelming emotion of helplessness. You are lost in a foreign exterior, in absolute distress. If it weren’t for the man standing in front of you, you’d be in complete hysterics. Despite Park Jimin being in your body, shorter in height, smaller than your own frame and your eyes are the one you see, he’s still the same person. He is warm, strangely reliable.

The fear is more bearable with him.

Jimin’s voice is stern and serious, a loss of the previous humourous tone. “If you also don’t trust me and you sincerely want to make an Unbreakable Vow as well, then we need a third party to be the binder. That would mean letting one more person know about this…slightly embarrassing situation. Someone who has less of an obligation than I do to keep this under wraps.”

Jimin doesn’t know when he’d become this eloquent, and cunning even, if he does say so himself. He’d like to attribute this to being in your body, and not that he’s actually thinking like a Slytherin would, Merlin forbid. He watches the realisation dawn on his own face with a slight fascination, wondering just how his facial features could look so familiar yet different at the same time.

“...Alright,” you agree reluctantly, running your hands through his hair again, and honestly, Jimin has never been more entranced. He doesn’t usually have the habit of playing with his hair like that. He supposes it’s your unique habit, but that simple action alone is enchanting when it’s you in his body. “We need to tell the Headmaster, at least.”

“That would be a good idea.” As he turns around, ready to strut out the door, a thought hits him like a freight train. “Oh no.”

You’re immediately on alert, halting on your toes before you can bump into your own body’s backside. “What?”

There’s nothing else that could possibly go wrong.

“Jeongguk is out of the castle.” The realization dawns on you as well and a groan leaves your parted mouth. He’s out at some meeting at the Ministry of Magic, remember? I-I don’t know when he’ll be back.”

Jimin forces his voice to remain stable, the thought of switching bodies with you for an extended period of time causes him to become nervous. There’s a full minute of silence where you spend staring at each other, or rather, your own face. It contorts and you can quite literally see how Jimin is craning his brain. You forgot your face had such a wide range of emotions. Usually, you’d paint over a facade of calmness or appear blank, making it even more frightening to the students who try to speak to you.

“Are you suggesting that we-”

“There’s no other choice. We shouldn’t disclose this to anyone until we can talk to him.” Jimin doesn’t know how he’ll do it. “In the meantime, I’ll have to teach Potions….I’ll have to act as the Head of the Slytherin house.”

Jimin is a literal sheep in wolf’s clothing.

The thought of being with Hufflepuffs and dealing with plants all day is already beginning to give you a headache. “Do you even know how? I mean this is...I-..” You’re at a loss for words.

“We can do it.” He reassures you with a smile that’s meant more to ease you than for his own display of mirth. “I’ll try my best. And if it’s you, I know you can.”

“O-Okay.” You’re surprised at how confident he is in your abilities. It’s flattering and sends a disarray of emotions that you can’t organize into your stomach. Your temples are beginning to pound and you despise Jimin for making you this way while being thankful that he’s with you at the same time.

You curse the fate that has somehow made this possible. Fate or rather a student.

“U-uhm, can you tell me where all your stuff is? We should get down to breakfast, and we should get dressed if we don’t want to be late and arouse suspicion.” Jimin awkwardly skirts around your wardrobe, giving you plenty of space to maneuver around the room.

You realise that for this to work, despite how embarrassing this entire ordeal is, you’d have to really set your shoulder to the wheel and merely do it. Hence, you open all your drawers to show him where everything is, skimming over your underwear briefly as Jimin intently soaks in all the information.

To his credit, Park Jimin is the ultimate gentleman, even averting his eyes when you realize you’d accidentally left a stray pair of underwear in the corner of your room. When you’re done orientating him to the basic layout, he motions for you to follow him across the hallway and down the staircase to his own room.

You’re more relieved than you would ever admit when you realize that the morning routine for Jimin is infinitely simpler. Everything is straightforward, quicker to explain. He’s done in just a few short minutes, standing awkwardly at the door to his own room. He never thought that from your height and eyes, all the objects would look a lot larger.

Jimin has always been one of the shorter male professors around and within his group of friends as well but standing beside you, who’s in his body, it makes him realize that he’s quite tall and his frame isn’t small in comparison. He wonders what it would feel like if he was able to envelope you in a tight embrace, if you would be swallowed up his torso…if he would ever be able to return to his own flesh and have the opportunity to do so.

Jimin’s not sure he would be able to let you go.

“So, um… see you at breakfast?” He asks hesitantly, and scratches the back of his neck. The tension has risen, though not one of hostility. You simply nod in reply, feeling much too unfamiliar in your new body to throw out your usual sarcastic bite.

“See you at breakfast.”

The door closes, and you’re left all alone in Park Jimin’s room.

*//*

Park Jimin has never considered himself to be much of a womanizer - but perhaps he should have been, because then he wouldn’t have this much trouble getting a bra on. Then again, if he remembers correctly, bras are much easier to take off than to put on...so there’s also that.

With the additional rule that he has to keep his eyes closed, trying to clasp the back hooks of your bra is made infinitely more challenging than he ever thought it could be, and his sore arm muscles are begging him for a break. He muses that there should be a spell for this sort of thing, a charm of some sort. It would also be a lot easier for him to peel back his lids but the Hufflepuff Head of House would feel too guilty to do so. Without the Unbreakable Vow, he has promised you with the deepest part of his heart instead and feels the need to respect your wishes. Thus, the struggle ensues.

A knock on the door distracts him, and he realises that it’s your voice, throwing him into even more of a frenzy.

Finally, he decides that doing this with his eyes closed is just physically impossible, so he gingerly places his hands over the cups of the bra to make sure your flesh is covered, before opening his eyes and glancing behind him in the mirror to guide his fingers. Success.

Although he can’t help but notice the mustard yellow shade of your bra, and how they sit so nicely and perkily in their - lace - cups.

Huh, he never would have guessed. It actually looks quite nice-

More furious knocking interrupts his thoughts and feeling like a pervert, he hastily tugs on the rest of the clothes you picked out for him and opens the door to his own face.

You give him a once over to make sure everything is perfected before nodding in satisfaction.

“D-did you have any trouble?” You almost want to kick yourself in mortification when you stutter, forcing your expression to remain neutral as you speed up to walk a few paces ahead of him.

“Not really,” Jimin lies, you’re better off not knowing about the small mishap that happened while getting dressed - what you don’t know won’t hurt you.

“Great, and one more thing,” you turn to him briefly, just before entering the Great Hall. “We need to really convince people, alright? That means altering speech, gaits, expressions, all that. Act meaner, Park, I can’t be prancing around Slytherin house singing melodies and lullabies, grinning like an idiotic fool.”

“I do not-” Jimin gasps in indignation, but restrains himself when he sees the slight smirk on (your) his face. “Fine. But that means you have to act nicer, I can’t be stomping around Hufflepuff house looking like I’ve got a broomstick up my ass.”

“Fuck you, Park.” You growl back at him, and the two of you glare at each other for a few heated seconds, before another voice breaks in.

“What are you doing standing out here?” Taehyung seems to appear suddenly out of nowhere. “The longer you wait, the less pancakes there are!”

The two of you jerk away from each other, startled by his sudden presence. For a second you fear that Taehyung might pick up on the way you’re practically oozing with self-assured arrogance in Jimin’s body, and how Jimin looks more than a little awkward while walking in a long dress, but the Divinations Professor only ushers you in without another word.

“There’s something different about you today, Professor ___.”

You take your seat at the long table, unaware that you’ve taken your usual chair instead of Jimin’s. But there are more pressing matters. You internally groan at the way your eyes are widening, something that you would be caught doing and you watch as your mouth opens and closes several times, at a loss of what to say.

“Really?” - is all Jimin manages and you want to facepalm.

“You’re even more beautiful today, Madam.” Taehyung winks as he slowly and seductively peels his banana, taking an agonizingly slow bite of the very top of the fruit. “Is that a new dress robe? It compliments your figure perfectly, if I do say so myself. The sleek black gives a very funeral-sexy vibe.”

His lecherous eyes trail down the front of your sweetheart neckline, and you curse yourself for not choosing the bulkiest sweater in your collection. Your fist clenches in your lap as he continues to ogle your chest, and really, you would have been fine had it been you in your actual body. But watching yourself being drooled over like this is more than uncomfortable, and you resist the urge to smack the Gryffindor Head of House off his seat. It’s especially painful to swallow down your toast when you feel the urge to throw up and you try your best to motion to your body to shut the hell up but Jimin doesn’t see you.

The body that is no longer yours, tips its head to the side and your lashes flutter enticingly at the Divinations Professor in an expert display of the feminine wiles, something you’d never even think of wasting on a fool like Taehyung. “Thank you.”

Taehyung moans loudly in spite of the students sitting meters away. “I love it when you shout at- wait...what?!” It dawns on him and his mouth full of the banana begins to slobber out. He drools and quickly wipes it disgustingly on his robe. “Thank you?!”

You’re gaping at him too and you watch Jimin become bashful, causing your cheeks to become a shade of coral. It’s a sight that makes you want to scream and launch across the table.

“Are you sick or ill? D-do you need to go down to the infirmary, Professor ___?” Taehyung ventures cautiously.

Your grip tightens around your goblet even as you force a pleasant smile upon your face.

“I’m quite healthy, Taehyung, but I appreciate your concern.” Jimin’s eyes finally flicker over to you, finding his own face pale and twisted in complete anger. The kind smile on your face falls and your lips make an ‘o’ shape as Jimin realizes he might’ve fucked up. All you see is the colour of red, and it’s not because of Taehyung, and your fingers itch to snatch the wand in your pocket, to hex these two boys all the way round the world and back.

For a split of a second, as Jimin is gazing at you through your own eyes, you swear that a smirk pulls on the corner of his mouth. Your eye- Jimin’s twitches.

“Actually, I’ve been wanting to apologize to you for my behaviour as of late...” Your voice is suddenly low and smooth. Jimin uses your body and leans in closer to the Gryffindor who has stopped eating all together to stare. “I’ve been unnecessarily rude to you in the past and it’s because I’ve been...frustrated.”

“Oh.” Taehyung is at an absolute loss, unable to wrap his mind of what’s happening. If only he knew that it was Jimin and not you. “Have you now?”

Don’t do it.

You try to send a telepathic message to the Hufflepuff, your hands are shaking in your lap and a muscle in your cheek is having a spasm as you try to maintain control. Jimin’s eyes flicker to yours and he has the audacity to lay his hand up high on Taehyung’s thigh.

“I just wish there was a way for me to alleviate my stress...riding something…” Your voice drips with honey, “a broomstick just isn’t thick enough.”

Park Jimin, that little fucking bitch. That sleazy greaseball is becoming sneakier than a Slytherin, and you’re not too sure how you feel about that.

Taehyung gulps. You clear your throat obnoxiously loud, speaking in such a rumbling timbre that you didn’t know Jimin’s vocal chords were capable of. “I think that’s enough, Professor ___.”

The two of them completely ignore you.

“You know,” Taehyung whispers in your ear that’s really Jimin’s, “I’ve always wanted to call you mistress instead of madam.”

The Gryffindor Head of House wonders if he’s in a dream, maybe he passed out on his desk after drinking too much butterbeer. There’s no reason for you to be fulfilling every single one of his fantasies right now unless he’s dead and is in the afterlife.

Jimin whips his head, meeting Taehyung’s face and a millimeter away from his lips. “I would love that.”

This is unbelievable.

One minute, Jimin acts completely innocent and naive. He couldn’t hurt a fly or shout at a student. He radiates kind gentleness, too soft and pure for his own good. The next, he’s hiding his discreet smirk, mischievous and basking in your humiliation. It’s as if he’s trying to take his revenge, let you get a taste of your own poisonous venom.

“That’s enough!” You stand up from your chair and the strong reverberating voice captures the attention of the entire Great Hall. All the students and professors have turned to you in utter shock, unable to believe their eyes and ears that the infamously benevolent Hufflepuff would ever raise his voice or seethe in anger. You instantly realize your mistake. “I-”

“You’re absolutely right!” The vocal chords that boom are the ones you recognize as yourself. Jimin stands up in your body, “Herbology is as an important of a subject as Potions. I’m sorry for disregarding it and the Hufflepuff house.”

You can’t believe your own lips have uttered that aloud to every witch and wizard that Herbology is as valuable as your precious Potions. But everyone in the room seems to turn away when they understand it was a mere debate or another one of the banters that you usually share.

You’ll admit that Jimin saved you there.

Taehyung is confused. “What?”

You lower yourself down to meet his eyes. Typically, Taehyung thinks of Jimin as his best buddy, perfect if he wanted to sneak in a few butterbeers between classes here and there. But today there’s something slightly off about him, his dark grey eyes practically oozing with a dark aura that’s oddly familiar somehow. For the first time in his life Taehyung feels a shred of fear upon looking into the Hufflepuff’s eyes, and that’s when it strikes him, the look reminds him of-

“You will never speak of this conversation and you will never call ___ by the name of mistress again. If you do, I’ll turn you into a pigeon and roast you over a fire. Is. That. Clear.” You practically hiss at him, eyes narrowing into slits to make sure you get your point across.

Taehyung looks at Jimin’s face, then to you, then back at Jimin’s. He scratches the top of his head. “Did something happen to the two of yo-”

“Nope.” Any trace of aggression or malice immediately vanishes, and you grin cheerfully at him in a manner befitting of the Hufflepuff whose body you’re inhabiting. “I had a nice chat with you but I have to get ready for class now. Have a good day, Professor Kim!”

You have to quite literally drag Jimin out of there.

“What the fuck was that?!”

He smiles sheepishly but when you continue to glare daggers at him, he grows serious. It feels intimidating to have a shadow looming over him and he wonders if you’re merely so unpleasant all the time in order to protect yourself, a shield of some sort. “Did I go too far?”

A sigh leaves your mouth that’s really his. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of the situation and teased you. I just thought a little humour would lighten things up.”

“You practically sold my body to the greasiest, most revolting male in the castle.”

“Wait, Taehyung isn’t that bad now is he?”

“You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve caught him sucking face with the female professors, that one time he even-”

Jimin cuts off your tirade by taking a step closer to you, going on tiptoe and lifting your smaller hand to brush aside a few wayward strands of silver locks that you didn’t secure in place this morning. Your heart skips a beat at the proximity, and even though you’re in his body now, you’d never realised just how tall Jimin is, always brushing him off as one of the shorter professors in comparison to, say, Namjoon or even Headmaster Jeon himself. And from this angle you realise just how broad his chest is, such that you look positively tiny by comparison. You blink slowly at him, watching as a slow smile spreads across your own face occupied by Jimin, and you never thought you’d be capable of radiating such kindness.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You barely stutter out when he continues to run his fingers down over your cheek.

“Hmm?” Jimin flicks his gaze to you, and there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. “Oh, just checking if you shaved this morning. Looks like you didn’t. You didn’t think I was trying to flirt with you, by any chance?”

“N-no, of course not!! That’s absurd, Professor-”

Your pupils divert as you feel your cheeks begin to heat up but they land on a flash of yellow. There’s a figure hidden behind a pillar. Jimin turns around to see what has made your mouth drop and what you’re staring at-

It’s Seokjin?

“Get back here, brat!” His deep timbre that shakes the walls has returned and you unknowingly push Jimin out of the way, unable to measure your strength and causing your body to stumble back. You don’t pay any mind, marching down the hall and the Hufflepuff student takes off running.

You begin to chase him and Jimin tails you.

“Get back here this instant!”

The first year boy is rather nimble.

“It’s not my fault!” He screeches at the top of his lungs, darting between the other students who gasp at the sight of two professors chasing a child. Seokjin is crying hysterically, eyes filled with tears and unable to see where he’s going. It’s the type of hysterical sob that would lead one to believe a family member has died, his tears and saliva and running nose mixing to drip down his chin. “It wasn’t me!” He hiccups, “i-it wasn’t me!”

Jimin didn’t realize how much energy it takes to run with your legs. And just how fucking breezy skirts are, he has to slow down considerably in order to keep the fabric from flying up and flashing the entire castle, somehow he doesn’t think you’d be too appreciative of that.

In contrast, the superior agility in Jimin’s bones prove to be effective. It takes less than two minutes for you to snag the Hufflepuff’s collar, dragging him upwards by his robes. “Y-you…” You huff and puff, “are in big...big trouble, young man.”

Seokjin cries harder when it occurs that his Head of House is holding him up in the air. The once kind professor that showered him in compliments and constantly asked if he was adjusting well is now shaking him like he’s a rag doll, eyes blazing in animosity.

Jimin manages to catch up and he’s in much worse condition than you are. You’ve never been happier to switch bodies considering how unfit you are. “P-put him down, ___.”

The Hufflepuff continues to cry when his feet touches the ground. He shakes his head and for a second, you fear that he might pass out. “I-I can’t be expelled! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

The hallway has completely cleared out, no soul or even ghost wanting to stick around when it’s you that’s sprinting down with your emerald robes swishing the air. Little do they know that the current Hufflepuff Head of House is more to fear.

“Listen to him…” Jimin manages through steadying breaths.

It didn’t make sense for Seokjin to harm the two of you. There had to be something more. The older man knew the younger too well to know that he’s not capable of doing such things.

He crouches down to meet the eleven-year old’s height and your eyes are crinkled with unusual tenderness. Seokjin tenses up when he sees that it’s you, the Slytherin but he strangely feels calm. “You won’t get expelled. Take a deep breath and calm down.”

Jin nods and takes a full inhale through his mouth, exhaling through his nose. He nods and focuses his eyes onto your face rather than Jimin’s twitching eyes that are really your own.

“You won’t get expelled. I can make you that promise.”

You immediately protest, “But-”

Jimin sends you a sharpened glare that reminds you of the typical expression you wear. You seal his lips together and he continues speaking in a quiet voice. “You won’t be. I’ll do everything in my power to assure you that.” Seokjin nods along. “Now, what you gave us last night, I need to know what it was and I need to know who it was that did this. Can you help me with that? Me and Professor ___ really need your help right now, Seokjin. You’re the only one who can do this for us.”

Seokjin frowns in confusion when you seemingly refer to yourself twice in that conversation, but he’s in no position to be asking questions. “I….It was a love potion and a third year helped me...Min Yoongi.”

“Fuck.” A laugh leaves Jimin’s mouth and the student jumps, startled, and Jimin turns to glare at you for your use of profanity in front of a student. You tilt his head back, chuckling from the deepest part of his chest. “I knew it.”

Min Yoongi.

You are going to kill him.

*//*

The Headmaster’s office is a circular room with numerous paintings on the wall, each belonging to different Headmasters of the past. On the shelf, the Sorting Hat lays along with numerous other trinkets, records and ancient books, sealed boxes that rumble every so often. There’s a tiny train that rolls on its tracks around the room, puffs of smoke appearing with the sound of a tiny whistle.

But what is most evident is the stacks upon stacks of parchment, towering up to your chin that surrounds the wooden desk. They’re piled up so high that only Jeongguk’s head can be seen from above them, and said Headmaster is currently sporting a very worried frown between his eyebrows as he surveys the situation. When he said he wanted the two of you to exist in harmony, this is certainly not what he meant at all.

He only left for one goddamn meeting. How did things become so wrong?

Seokjin is shaking, though no longer crying and he stares down at his lap. Yoongi is seated next to him, and true to Slytherin fashion, refuses to show even an ounce of weakness, opting to keep his features perfectly neutral instead. But you’ve spent years dealing with wayward students like him, so you see past his facade in an instant, the way he keeps his smart mouth shut when he would usually be asking for permission to leave already.

“Don’t make me use Veritaserum, or I guarantee it will be much more painful than it needs to be,” you threaten while slamming the truth potion on the table. “Tell me. Now.”

Min Yoongi clears his throat, eyes darting from Jimin to your figure, obviously startled that the sweet Hufflepuff Head of House and Herbology professor could sound so sharp and glare at him like his limbs were going to be butchered off. But he reminds himself that this isn’t Professor Park that he’s seeing. It’s you.

“I already told you the truth.” He mumbles quietly, “I used all the ingredients that was listed for Amortentia. I even followed the recipe I found in the book without skipping a single step. It was supposed to be perfect...”

Jimin is leaning against the brick wall, observing the situation and it’s unusual to see your own face entirely unfazed. “Well, it isn’t perfect. Something went wrong!” A deep scream, bordering on hysterical emits from the throat you’re using and Seokjin jolts, almost beginning to sob again. You have to remind yourself to control your emotions and slip your mask of indifference back into place again, only this time it’s so much harder when it’s not your body.

Yoongi flinches from the mere booming volume and again when your fist pounds the surface of the desk. He’s never seen Professor Park’s face contort into such rage before, and it’s beginning to unnerve him.

“Professor Park and I are obviously not in love,” you eye Jimin and he doesn’t make any comments, “so clearly you did something wrong with the procedure or with the ingredients and I need to know what it is.”

“I-I really don’t know what it is, sir-” Yoongi quickly corrects himself, “madam. I swear it on everything I have and my own parent’s lives. I don’t know.”

A rage equivalent to that of a Fiendfyre erupts inside you, and you clench your fists to stop yourself from hexing these stupid little children till they’re unrecognisable. Consequences be damned, these little brats truly deserve this, and more. You might charm them to silence for the rest of their lives. But before you can legitimately lose it, Jimin steps in.

“It’s not your fault.” He says softly and your mouth drops open. What?!

Of course it’s their fault!

The Hufflepuff currently occupying your body continues, oblivious to your indignance. “We, as your professors, should have monitored you more closely. The ingredients were easy to steal and so was the equipment.” You scoff at that and he ignores you, “but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. We have to punish you for what you’ve done. You could’ve seriously harmed someone and you’ve used magic irresponsibly.”

Seokjin’s tears run down his face. “I’m sorry.” Yoongi shares the same sentiment, apologizing as well, and for once in his life, he looks ashamed.

“You won’t be expelled.” Jimin keeps his promise to the youngest student. “But I’m docking fifty points from each of your houses and for the next three months, after every one of our classes, you have to come help clean up. You will also serve five detentions and have an earlier curfew. There will be no excuses.”

A thankful smile spreads on Seokjin’s face as he nods. Yoongi registers the words and internally weighs them out before he decides that it’s quite lenient for the offence they’ve committed. “Thank you.”

When the students rush out of the room, nearly tripping on their feet, the two of you turn to the Headmaster. He’s in his chair, elbows propped on the desk, hands holding his skull. “What do we do?”

Jeongguk doesn’t respond.

The pair of you exchange a look before you go over, nudging the Headmaster. His head lifelessly falls to the surface and he bangs his forehead on the table. Jimin winces and Jeongguk immediately jolts upwards. “I was listening.”

“Good.” You raise an eyebrow in slight disbelief, but decide to go on anyway. “It would be a shame if our own Headmaster was sleeping and wasn’t paying attention to such an important matter… one that threatens the reputation of Hogwarts itself.”

Jeongguk clears his throat uncomfortably, taking a look at you and then Jimin.

“I can’t deal with this.”

“Excuse me?”

“I can’t do any of this.” Jeongguk sniffles and wipes his eyes. You cannot believe that the Headmaster might be weeping in front of you. His black hair is completely riled up, sticking in all different directions and his eyes are bloodshot. Jeongguk’s voice cracks in sobbing hysterics. He’s having an emotional breakdown, the stress eating him alive.

“I don’t know how I got this job! Do you know how?! I don’t! They just hired me and lo behold, now I’m sitting here in this office, running the entire castle.” Jeongguk tangles his fingers into his locks. “I don’t know how to do any of this! I don’t know how to fill out the paperwork or where to sign. No one taught me and I didn’t receive any formal training. I think there was a phoenix I was supposed to feed but it’s nowhere to be seen. And I think I need to hire someone to cut the grass outside but I don’t know anything about that either!”

Jimin puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder for comfort. The expression that he wears on your face is calm, collected and kind. On the other hand, you’re rolling your eyes, in disbelief that such a bumbling fool is in charge. Your attitude is a stark contrast for the colour of the robes that you’re wearing.

“I’ll try to figure out something...I’ll figure it out.” Jeongguk slowly nods as he regains composure. “For now, let’s keep it discreet. If it’s exposed, it would be a huge scandal and there’s too much paperwork to file an incident report for the Ministry. We would have to contact the parents of the children involved as well. It’s too much.”

“Okay.” Jimin exchange a mutual nod with you. “That sounds reasonable.”

Jeongguk nods again in agreement, though it seems more to reassure himself than anything else. The room is quiet for a moment, with the Headmaster himself deep in thought before he jolts upright in his seat, bright doe eyes coming to rest on Jimin’s body, before belatedly realising and glancing at the right figure instead.

“Hey wait, come to think of it… you’re the Potions Master here, ___. Aren’t you the most qualified candidate for this?” Jeongguk seems all too pleased with himself as his shoulders begin to relax. He supposes this is why the Ministry appointed him- for his sharp wit and intellect, if nothing else. “You should be able to handle this on your own just fine.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation, you resist the urge to roll your eyes at the Headmaster’s gross oversimplification of the situation. “I don’t know what was in there. I can’t do anything if I don’t know every single detail of that concoction. If I try to whip something up, I could kill the both of us.”

“Oh… I see,” Jeongguk seems to deflate again, but he stands from his seat and heads for the rows and rows of bookshelves aligning his office with what seems like a renewed vigour. For a second, you suppose he might pull a book from his shelf with some ancient remedy, or even suggest looking in the Restricted Section of the library.

But the Headmaster only grins at you. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually, Ms. ___. You’re the best Potions Master Hogwarts has ever had, after all.”

And then he claps his hands and disappears with a dark ‘poof’ before the two of you can even protest.

For a second, you’re left staring at the empty space that he occupied just seconds ago, with increasing disbelief that only serves to fuel your rage. At this point, your hit list of witches and wizards is growing so rapidly that you briefly consider becoming the next Dark Lord.

Jimin only shrugs at you with that incessant smile still on your face.

*//*

There’s nothing to do but to accept the situation. You literally have no other choice.

You still have to attend class, there are other professors and students to meet, and you can’t spend your entire day cooped up in the classroom to mess with potions. The love potion antidote failed and Polyjuice was only but a temporary fix that wasted too much time and ingredients. The second trial of potions you gave to Jimin made him hiccup for two hours. The next ones made caused you sit on the toilet the entire night, another antidote turned invisible and the most recent batch caused his- your voice to resemble a mouse’s.

You swear he’ll never let you live this one down, Jimin just about had a field day teasing you and calling you cute. Which you are most definitely not.

It takes more effort than you thought it would to act like Jimin all the time, it just isn’t natural, and it’s not you. You can’t help but go about your day feeling like an utter imposter, truly in someone else’s shoes, and constantly worrying if your actions are up to par or not.

“Merlin, I’m so fucking exhausted,” you collapse onto the desk after the last student has trickled out of yet another one of your combined classes with Jimin. “I think I’ve worn out my ‘nice’ quota for the rest of my life.”

Jimin is currently halfway across the room, tidying up a mess that one of the students made. “Looks like you’re gonna have to be naughty for the rest of your life then.”

His innuendo makes you chuckle, and you reach for a quill to toss at his head, not really intending on hitting him. You watch him make his rounds to make sure everything’s back in their rightful place, and it strikes you just how selfless he is. He must be as tired as you are, more so because he’s currently inhabiting your incredibly unfit body, but not one single complaint have you heard from him.

As if it doesn’t haunt you enough to be in Park Jimin’s body, you have to sleep in each other’s respective beds. Awake or asleep, you’re constantly surrounded by him and his belongings. His sheets and covers smell like him, freshly cut grass and the lingering scent of flowers. It reminds you of the pumpkin pastry that started all this and you scorn yourself for not detecting it beforehand.

A second flickers in your mind for a mere moment...that perhaps Min Yoongi’s love potion didn’t fail after all.

You shake your head with a strangled moan, rubbing your temples to dissipate the thumping headache. It seems like no matter what body you occupy, you’re always prone to anxiety and stress.

“We can make this work,” Jimin assures you in a sickeningly sweet voice that you can’t believe is your very own. “You’re doing fine, ___.”

It doesn’t bother you as much anymore when he doesn’t attach any titles to your name. It almost sounds nice to hear him call you in such a straightforward manner.

The Hufflepuff plops a steaming hot cup of tea in front of you, a tiny lotus flower floating at the surface and specks of glitter dancing above the mixture. When you stare at it suspiciously, he sheepishly smiles. “It’s to help with the strain.”

You nod, bringing it to Park Jimin’s pink lips and taking a sip. Instantly, the warm liquid quenches your thirst and elevates the pressure off of your chest. You blink, feeling lighter than before.

“You know, you need to stop frowning all the time. You’ll give me wrinkles.” Jimin giggles and moves his hand upwards. You start to pull away, but his finger finds the scrunch between your brows, poking at them and you relax. He pulls back and smiles again. “It’s kind of strange looking at me from your eyes.”

“I know what you mean.” You take another sip. “It feels like I’m talking to my reflection but I know it’s you inside.”

His little grin turns into a smirk. “I never knew I was this handsome. Is that why you’re always so on edge? Are you afraid of falling in love with me?”

“Please.” A scoff leaves your mouth but a tiny smile soon takes its place. “If anything, I’m surprised about how gorgeous I am. But I never knew my skin was so bad and my nose...” You’re allowing yourself to ramble on, spilling your deepest insecurities without a second thought and your hand raises to poke the nose on your face but Jimin catches your wrist. You realize your hands are much smaller than his despite having made fun of his fingers before, but it doesn’t sink in when you’re startled from the movement.

“Trust me, you look fine the way you are. More than fine, actually.”

His sincerity causes you to slowly pull away. Jimin snickers at your flustered reaction, the dim light of his desk lamp casts a warm glow onto your skin and he basks in the intimate moment. Never in his life would he dream of you sitting so close to him in his own office. Even if being in your body is rather peculiar, he enjoys the seconds as they pass.

You shift slightly under his scrutiny. Being in such close proximity with him has you a little nervous, and his intent gaze fixed on you isn’t helping either. You clear your throat to diffuse the tension.

“Anyway, we have another problem. We need to take over each other’s classes, and we both know you can’t go a single minute without smiling, and I can’t help but terrorize any living being wearing the colour yellow.”

“That’s easy. Act more Hufflepuff,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “And by that I don’t mean prancing around or singing Christmas carols,” he narrows his gaze into slits when you open your mouth to tease him, a gesture that looks eerily at home on your own face. “Just try and understand others more, put yourself in their shoes before you do anything.”

A pout appears and he wishes that he could see it on your own face. But if Jimin concentrates hard enough, he can look past the appearance and your own body manifests in front of him. The power of imagination has sometimes been more powerful than magic itself.

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

“For starters, when you speak with a student, you should be gentle with them and be tolerant. You should answer any questions they have and ask if they need help.” Jimin seems to be enjoying your obvious torment, the expressions of disgust that flicker on your features. When you ask him what happens if the children are simply incompetent, he shrugs. “You should help them anyways. Patience and kindness are Hufflepuff qualities.”

“Basically, before I do anything at all, I have to think ‘what would Park Jimin do’?”

“Exactly.”

You let out a short burst of laughter that for once, isn’t rooted in mockery or maliciousness. The very thought of constantly having Park Jimin on your mind is strangely not as revolting as you would have thought it to be, but you get where he’s coming from.

“Well I guess it’s a good strategy. I’m gonna need way more than just ambition if I’m supposed to be that dedicated, hardworking and compassionate all day.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you realise it, and they aren’t even uttered in a tone that could be considered ridiculing or condescending. You realise that you actually mean it, and the traits you’d just listed were ones that you’ve always associated Park Jimin with, be it subconsciously or not.

“And… what about me?” Jimin seems a little hesitant, and maybe it’s because you’re reading your own facial expressions, but he looks more than a little scared at the thought of having to handle a class full of Slytherins on his own.

“You obviously need to be a lot more strict, I don’t cut anyone any slack. It doesn’t matter to me if my students like me or not, I just want them to take their lessons seriously so that they can become better students.”

Jimin hums in thought as he takes in your advice, and a sudden thought occurs to him: you and him aren’t too different after all. Both of you just want the best for the children, and beneath that prickly, stone cold exterior lies something that is all too vulnerable.

“We don’t live on other people’s terror, you know,” your voice softens when you take in the pensive expression on his face. “Slytherins aren’t evil. We only like to test and challenge the boundaries to see how much we can get away with. As long as you’re firm with them, you’ll be fine.”

That’s as far as you’ll go before outrightly admitting that you think he’ll do well.

“Right. So, resourcefulness, ambition and a cunning personality.” He names the typical Slytherin characteristics but as he stares at you, his voice becomes softer. “Being clever, a leader, having determination….appearing immaculate without even trying.”

It doesn’t occur to you that he’s begun to list your own specific traits. You nod to reaffirm his beliefs. “Imagine what an authoritarian ruler would do.”

“You mean like Jeon Jeongguk?” A giggle escapes from your own lips as Jimin tilts his head back in laughter. “Word has it that he’s a Slytherin, you know.”

“Never,” you find a smile tugging at the corner of your lips in response. “He’d be kicked out within a day.”

Jimin’s laughter takes a while to subside, you find yourself admiring the way he makes you look so genuinely happy and carefree, a side of yourself you’ve scarcely seen recently.

“And anyway, who knows,” you nudge him lightly, “maybe you’ll find my style to be better.”

Without contemplating, he throws an arm over your shoulder and pulls you closer. It feels strange to have your own limb wrap around your body that’s much larger and the illusion of speaking to Jimin like he’s in his own body shatters. Still, you feel oddly comfortable.

“Maybe, you’ll grow to be a better Hufflepuff than I am.”

“I highly doubt that.” You give him a wry laugh in response, “try your best not to pee your pants, Park.”

“Will do.”

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