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a daffodil's camellia— ominis x gn!reader

summary: you think your purpose has always been to love him.

warnings: angst/no comfort, arranged marriage, indirect exclusion, HEARTACHE, unrequited love, reader is kinda a pushover but its bc of generational trauma guys !!! imelda is a great friend, the imelda bias here is unreal so sorry im just projecting, ableism behavior guys bc these mfs are too privileged, i am fr trying to break ur heart ig. NOT PROOFREAD im lazy.

note: HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!! i slept on this mb,,,,, the angst ominis fic that i talked abt last time but didn't upload until now .... oc cameo from @localravenclaw and @esolean !! (Ren and Lydia) hope u guys enjoy this! anys have fun reading

All your life, you think that this was what you’ve been born to do.

It’s engraved in years of tradition and history, a role you had to partake in the moment you came out of the womb. It was predetermined that your fate would end up in this situation.

Purity was an important factor for the historical families of the Wizarding world. Those who had come down from powerful bloodlines consider the tradition of keeping the family pure a sacred tradition of their power and authority over society.

A pedestal created from years and years of bloodshed to hone the perfection of wizardry and magic today. You suppose it was only an act of gratitude to be part of a long-lasting dynasty that preserved the sacred power of your ancestors. You know it’s an honor to be tasked with this role—to be given the duty of creating more branches for future generations.

You should know because this was what you were born to do.

Born and raised to be a bridge for other Pureblood families to lengthen their authority and claim over their self-built thrones. They say it’s a privilege—to be part of a family descended from the Great Four or just have connections with them through their ancestors’ relationships.

To be pure is to be great.

To be pure is to live a life filled with luxuries.

Opportunities are immediately given with just a snap of their fingers. Their authority precedes those whose blood is stained with the lesser. You’d think living a life of a pureblood would just entail all roses and gold.

Y/N would beg to differ.

“Keep your head bowed and hands on your lap,” Your mother’s voice is ever so cold. The carriage rustles with each bump against rocky terrain. You suppose it's about time you've gotten used to her tone but the booming surprise of her voice has a way of sinking its claws deep within your small heart. As a child, obedience was the foremost value you learned to be of importance. You knew that if you flick your head slightly off angle to your usual disposition due to an interest in your surroundings or the people around you, you would only get the receiving end of your mother’s wand. You knew that you'll be locked down in that dreaded abyss if your bow stuttered due to a misplacement of your foot in front of other pureblood families.

At a young age, you knew enough to not make a mistake.

Born third to the Rosier family's eldest son, you knew that your duty was to form connections—Marry off into other pureblood families and create the next generation of talented pureblood wizards. Wizards have the natural right to take what’s theirs because of their authority over society. A vision that threatens those beneath them.

So you keep your head bowed and palms tucked nicely on your lap with one palm over the other. Your mother is a cold and moving force beside you as you tried to match her pace despite your small little legs. At the age of 7, you are brought by your mother for marriage negotiations.

“Your husband will be an esteemed member of the Gaunts,” You remember your father declaring over tea. He sits menacingly in the front of the table, the glow of the flames behind him making his figure all the more unreachable. You know to only nod and not question any further. He makes a point by knocking on the wooden surface of the long dinner table that seems to stretch farther with each day. You wonder if the spaces beside you will ever be filled. You turn to him at the beckoning of your attention. “You listen carefully to your future husband, child. I cannot afford another failure.”

His words engrave deeply within your poor meek heart. You know that if you deny it, you’ll suffer the same fate that of your older sister—the one who tried to get a glimpse of the love and normalcy she desperately wanted yet ended with a tragedy.

You remembered that day in such vivid detail—the cold looks of your parents as they looked down at the state of their eldest daughter, who bawls and claws at any sort of reaction from the still and lifeless figure of her former lover.

So just like the obedient perfect child that you are, you nod and bow—subservient to the influences of those who claim to be wiser than you. You can only do so much to control your faith so alas, you let go and let the others hold the reigns.

That is until you meet him.

You were faintly aware of what he looked like. A boy with eyes as bright as the clouds, hair so smooth—so blonde that it gleams perfectly in the sunlight, and moles that litter his face, mimicking the night sky. These were murmurs of him from the servants in the halls of your manor. They say his beauty is compared to that of Rowena Ravenclaw and his demeanor spoke true as a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. However, there were also whispers of his only flaw.

“They say the young lord does not see.”

You wondered before how true the nature of the gossip of the young lord was when you took your first step inside the Gaunt estate, but now, as you stand before him who seems detached from the world with his eyes as dull as the morning sky on a rainy day, you suddenly make a conclusive remark about him.

He was truly a sight to behold.

“This is the young Lord, Ominis Gaunt," His mother declares proudly from her place, chest puffed and earrings dangling from the heaviness of the jewels that clung tightly to their placements. His father stands idly and lets his wife do all the matching. Your mother only smiles, placing a firm hand on your back—reminding you of your duty.

You bow with the elegance that of a noble—A move you’ve honed to perfection from years and years of teaching and practice. You rise back up with the same pace, eyes peering up at him from your lashes. He only seems to daze off into the distance.

“This is Lady Y/N Rosier. We’ll serve you well.”

The silence is unbearable.

You think that maybe after the taxing interaction with the grown-ups and being able to interact alone with the young lord would allow you to finally discover his true personality.

That, however, continues to be a difficulty.

"Do you like fencing, my lord?" You ask, trying to break the ice as you sit across from him in one of the receiving rooms of the Gaunt's huge manor. "Or perhaps history?"

"Stop asking." He replies curtly, stance devoid of interest. You continue to dig deep into that shell of his, hoping that your incessant need to make conversation would crumble the defensive walls he put up.

"I hear you're quite skilled in astronomy, my lord—"

"Don't call me that."

"What do I call you then?" You perk up, cheeks gleaming with a smile. The furrowing of his eyebrows only digs deeper.

"It appears that I am an avid fan of silence. I suggest not speaking at all," For a 7-year-old, his voice is cold and authoritative. You suppose it's because of his closeness to the Great Four that he is granted with such ability to freely talk however he wants. Your eyes glimmer in awe.

"I just want to get to know my future husband," You retort, trying to make sense of your fiance. You pout like a child, feet swinging back and forth—allowing yourself a moment of reprieve from the stiffness of tradition. "Mother says it's customary for us to be familiar with one another at a young age to establish proper connec—"

His hands slam hard at the wooden surface of the table in front of you. You flinch, a bit surprised by his sudden show of strength. You admit that maybe you've gone a bit too far with the questioning, but it was all for a good purpose anyway! You two are to be one in due time. So, what was so wrong about getting to know him?

You wonder if you'll ever be like him someday. To carry himself in such a stance that he doesn't need to nod or bow to anyone. He tilts his head in the direction of your voice, face contorted into a glare.

"I'll be on my way," He murmurs, voice calm, and yet his disposition evokes anger and frustration. You watch him with bated breath as he walks towards the double doors, the servants bowing and opening it for him with ease.

You know that this should be the final nail in the coffin. To detest the boy you'll soon marry as he turns into a man whose values and inhibitions clung onto him like a wolf who won't release it's jaws onto prey. You know and yet your fingers crumple the fabric of your skirt, eyes looking forward to your next meeting.

The next time you meet him is over tea. It was the turn of the Gaunts to visit your manor as dictated by the tradition of courting within noble houses. You've practiced this scenario over and over. Countless of times alone, with your governess, and with your mother. It's engraved within the depths of your mind as the wounds of the past sting with each sip of your drink.

Act like a noble. Drink like a high-born. Be a pureblood.

The thoughts ring harshly with each thump of your beating heart. Your fingers twitch, and your form stiffens—all for the sake of tradition. The words branding the forefront of your mind as you feel the intensity of your mother's gaze.

I have to do good. I need to do good.

"Your estate is a wonderful place, Lady Rosier," The Gaunt Matriarch addresses your mother with an esteemed elegance—to which your mother only responds with a courteous smile, a part of her façade.

Your mother never liked purebloods but she respected tradition. She smiles and bows in front of her peers but mocks and beseeches them in the comfort of her room.

You don't understand your mother but as a young child, validation from her was the only thing you ever wanted.

And so you try.

"It's all due to our ancestors' hard work in keeping the Rosier history alive through the manor's architecture," You respond, lips contorted into a gentle smile. The Gaunts seem impressed by your interest in the conversation and from the corner of your eye, you see your mother shift in her seat.

"I see," Lord Gaunt eyes you with a glint of interest in his eye, and he shifts his attention to your parents. "Lord and Lady Rosier, you've raised a daughter worthy of her blood. I applaud you."

Your mother smiles and for the first time, you feel your heart thump at the recognition of doing good. She then responds, "As they should be. It is their role to be worthy and I'm sure she'll be a wonderful spouse to the young master."

Your attention then shifts to the quiet blonde sitting idly in his seat. His face is stone cold, eyes dull, and fists clenching the material of his seat so hard it turns white.

Anger was the first emotion you've seen on Ominis's face.

You wonder if you'll get to see more.

"Aren't you excited?"

You squeal, influenced by the utter joy of finally attending school. It's your first year.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where most wizarding families are built and made from. Many of your relatives built their name from their experiences as a student in Hogwarts—after all it was in your blood to be ambitious. To dream of the impossible and achieve it by any means. That's why your family house dons the colors of green and silver—a direct allegiance to the house of Slytherin, that of which many of your blood relatives reside during their time as a student.

While being excited about Hogwarts was already a given factor as a child of magic, there's also one thing you're most excited about.

"Stop bouncing about, Y/N," Ominis grumbled as he heaved his bag over his shoulder. "We still have to find our damn car."

Your relationship with Ominis did progress in some ways. He's less grouchy now and tolerates your personality enough to let you stay by his side. You've gotten used to its indifference but you think that it's good progress with how he talks more with you albeit still with glares and a cold demeanor.

He pays you no mind as he traverses through the narrow pathway of the train with the guide of his wand. You follow closely behind, hands carrying your suitcase as Ominis guides you to your assigned car.

"I can't help it, I'm literally bursting with energy," You whine as Ominis finally reaches your destination, slides the door open, and places his things inside. He plops down to the farthest corner and leans back to rest. You immediately claim the seat next to him to which he grumbles.

"There's plenty of seats for you to take," He scowls, gesturing to the empty seats in front of you both. You only giggle as you snuggle up next to him.

"Oh don't be such a stone-faced troll, Ominis!" You whine, slapping his arm. He tenses with anger at the gesture. "It's natural for me as your fiancée to be as close to you as possible."

"Stop calling yourself that," His eyebrows furrow in annoyance, jaw clenching in anger. You roll your eyes, not minding his hostility.

"But I am though?"

"I swear to Merlin's name and everything he holds dear, if you don't—"

The slide of the door halts your conversation as your eyes and his head flick toward the sudden disturbance. Two brunettes pop in, one seemingly looking like a direct copy of the other. They blink, eyebrows raised as they stare at the two of you.

"116?" The boy asks with an awkward smile. "Are we interrupting something?"

You pull yourself slowly from Ominis's space at the prospect of new friendships. You smile. "No worries, just a lovers' quarrel. I assume you're the ones we'll share the car with?"

"There is no lovers' quarrel." Ominis firmly states. The two purse their lips in slight hesitance. "Please, do join us though. Merlin knows I need it."

The two then make their way to sit in the remaining two empty seats, placing their luggage in the compartment under. You smile as they settle down in their seats, bright smiles plastered on their faces.

"Right," The boy starts. "Uh, I'm Sebastian Sallow and this is my sister, Anne. It's nice to meet you both."

You nod excitedly at the introduction, delighted to make friends at the present opportunity.

"I'm Y/N Rosier," You respond. You then gesture to the blonde next to you. "And this is Ominis Gaunt, my fian—"

"Friend." Ominis cuts through, overpowering your voice. You turn to him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. "They mean friend."

The twins glanced at the two of you, puzzled by the shifting of the balance in your dynamics. Anne breaks the silence.

"Well, we'll be spending quite a long while here, I hope to make your acquaintance," The Sallow girl beams. Sebastian nods at his sister's words while Ominis responds with a hum of agreement.

There's not much to say when the group falls into silence once more. The four of you were strangers after all, still not used to the presence of someone new but the feeling is welcomed.

Your eyes glance at Ominis who seems to have been resting his eyes, leaning his head against the wall—waiting for the train to begin its course. The corner of your lips curl up at his iridescent beauty.

The train sounds its whistle beginning your journey.

"Are you dumb?"

Imelda blatantly states as she stares at you with disinterest in her eyes. She takes a bite of her apple. "Or just purely ignorant of what's actually happening?"

On your 3rd year at Hogwarts, you somehow get grounded to reality through the presence of Imelda Reyes.

You suppose it's all in due time that you'd be awakened from the trauma-inducing nightmare of tradition and sacred rules of your family. The need to fulfill your role. To give Ominis a home he needs, a family he wants, and a lover he deserves. You suppose that your role overshadowed your judgment of his character and behavior.

You had gotten used to it. To his blatant ignorance of your efforts, the glares, sarcastic comments, seething scoffs, or the fact that sometimes, he doesn't see you at all.

He's always like this, you think. You were never bothered by his indifference. You believed that you could love him enough for the both of you.

You were stupidly wrong about that too.

Sebastian and Anne are terrific company. After being acquainted in your first year, your little group had been formed then and there. The two of them stayed for the past 2 years and you were truly grateful for them. However, the twins were mostly close to Ominis. You didn't mind the gaps between you and the siblings seeing as you prioritized your relationship with Ominis more than anything.

You never really considered it to be a bad thing.

That is until Imelda begins to scratch at the surface of your finely built walls.

You purse your lips, minding your own business as you continue to sew a new stitch into the stretched fabric. You were unfortunate enough to share the dorm room with Imelda and while you enjoyed the rambunctious' Slytherin Quidditch Captain's companionship, this was certainly not something you'd rather talk with her. Everything was fine and there was no need to nitpick at every detail.

Your needle pokes through the hole, goes in, then out—thread sliding swiftly in the path you've carved out for it.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Imelda," You try to deflect her inquisitive nature. She rolls her eyes.

"It's just–" She pauses to readjust her position, leaning forward to rest her arms on her knees—she eyes you with keen interest. "I'm truly amazed how you've gone 3 years with him."

You glance up at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Stop speaking ill of Ominis."

Imelda lets out a loud laugh at your response. "And you even dare to defend him? Are you sure you're not dumb?"

You forcefully drop your sewing tools on your lap as you heave a sigh at her words. You turn to face her fully. "What do you want?"

"Why stay?" She responds, direct. She takes another bite of the apple.

There's a momentary pause of silence as the question rings in your mind. You had half a mind to just drop the conversation and leave but some part of you somehow wanted to defend yourself.

"He's just Ominis. He's always been like that," You respond, chest puffed in self-proclaimed confidence. "We grew up together. We're promised for each other. That's all I need—"

A sudden burst of laughter from Imelda catches you off guard. You flinch in surprise as you watch the brunette Slytherin double down in laughter. Somehow, the clawing feeling inside you becomes more prominent with each giggle and huff from the woman's lips. Your nail begins to scratch at the skin of your thumb.

"H-Holy shit," Imelda sighs in laughter, brushing off a stray tear. She giggles a few more times before finally settling down with a smile. "You're worse than I thought."

She tilts her head with a condescending look on her face.

"Have you ever seen him with the twins? Alone?" She asks. That sets off wave after wave of uncomfortable thumping within your chest. You let out a shaky breath. "I suppose you don't because you're always so focused on your dearest fiance—Actually, y'know! If you just tried to properly look at him. Maybe, just maybe, you'd finally get a grasp of yourself."

Your jaw clenches and palms sweat.

"Stop it." You try to get a hold of yourself. To take control of the situation and get a grip on your thoughts that seem to get more and more chaotic as time passes. However, despite your tries, Imelda overpowers you once more.

"Y/N," She leans forward to rest her arms on the wooden surface of the table. "Maybe, you don't know much about him at all."

Your eyes are locked on hers at the prompt of her words. You can't bring yourself to deny despite the flurry of emotions bursting within you. She tilts her head and gives you a sympathetic look.

You walked out with no response.

On your 5th year, the presence of a new student shook the halls of Hogwarts.

It was uncommon, of course, that a wizard would get admitted at such a late year and while the idea of a new 5th year would turn a few heads in curiosity, this was not the only source of attention.

Over the course of the first few days back to school, you hear talks of the new 5th year's incredible feats of surviving against a dragon attack. There were exaggerations, of course, and different variants of the story with how widespread the gossip had reached, but it all reached the same conclusion at the end.

This new girl had already made her mark as a formidable wizard.

You admired her at first, wanting to know how she did it and what brought on such circumstances. However, there was a slight uncomfortable nagging deep within the depths of your heart at your first meeting. While you felt regretful of such impression despite her kind deportment, you still felt uneasy at the arrival of her presence.

It was probably partly because of Anne's leave of absence since the start of your 5th year. Sebastian was quite privy to the details concerning Anne's sudden absence. You knew she was sick, but other than that, you were quite left in the dark. You convinced yourself that maybe Sebastian feels conflicted when talking about it, and his sudden avoidance of you bringing up the topic proves a testament to that. However, you've seen him and Ominis on the train when you came back after getting refreshments. You've seen Ominis give him a comforting hug—an affection you've barely received from him if there was any at all. You've seen Sebastian tap Ominis to stop talking whenever you enter the room.

People tend to have that misconception that you're awfully unaware of your surroundings due to you being characterized as a 'pushover.' You knew that your bond with Ominis or Sebastian was way different than what they had for each other. You knew it and chose not to dwell too much on the semantics. You'd rather focus on Ominis. On being the person he deserves.

This was solidified when Sebastian began including her in your lunch hangouts.

You were unfortunate enough to be separated from Sebastian and Ominis for your Potions lecture. You had to scour across the castle just to get with them for lunch. They were usually at the same place—lounging around in the Defense against the Dark Arts Tower or the Undercroft.

This time, however, you were finding it quite hard to spot the two.

"Look," Lydia Parkinson, a Ravenclaw from your year, twirls the cup of drink in her hand as she lazily looks up at you due to the lulling atmosphere of the afternoon. "Maybe you could just have lunch with us. Just saying."

Seated beside Lydia is Ren Aries, your potions seatmate (also a Ravenclaw). She has rumored romantic ties with Sebastian, which brought you to their spot in the Great Hall in the first place. Who else would know Ominis's best friend better than you?

Your eyes turn to Ren, who merely rests her chin on her palm propped up by her elbow on the table. "Don't look at me."

"You're basically dating!" You whine, hands grabbing on your books tighter. "Of course, you know where he is."

"No, we're not." Ren answers swiftly.

"Wrong." Lydia raises a breadstick and accusingly points it at Ren.

"Is she talking to you? I don't think so." Ren swats her hand away, causing the breadstick to fly across the table and into a group of first years. The three of you immediately turn your heads, not willing to face the confused glances on their faces.

Just as the first years begin to mind their own business, Lydia begins to lean in with pursed lips. "Well, I might've heard that the two left the Great Hall with the new fifth—"

Suddenly a loud slap intercepts her words. You flinch back at the sudden movement, watching as Lydia rubs her arm as she crumples over the table. Ren sends a glare toward Lydia before turning to you with a half-lidded stare.

"Don't mind her. She's delirious after drinking the pumpkin juice." Ren intercepts easily, not minding her best friend wincing beside her. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"I heard what she said?'

"No you didn't."

"I mean ..." You trailed off, eyes glancing between the two. "I just heard her say the new fifth year."

There's an uncomfortable silence as the two gaze at you with an unreadable stare. Somehow, this gaze seems quite familiar. You've seen it from Imelda, from Anne during your short moments together, and now these two. A budding stem of annoyance begins to grow in your skin.

"Why are you looking at me like that? They're probably just hanging out." You shrug it off like you've always had. It is no use fretting over such simple matters.

"Sure they are—" Lydia chuckles before Ren sends a nudge to her ribs. The redhead merely groans and grabs at the edge of the table. You look at her in concern.

"As I said, delirious." Ren lightly curls the corners of her lips to give you a polite smile. There's a pause of silence before Ren sighs—eyes gazing with an unreadable expression on her face. Your fingers twitch at its familiarity.

"They're in the Undercroft, Y/N." She says, nodding slightly. There's a slight hesitance to her tone of response as if telling you where they were wasn't something she was supposed to be doing. "Sebastian dropped by our table to tell me that, just in case I wanted to join."

Sebastian referred to Ren. Just in case she wanted to join. You wanted to ask if Ominis at least told her to tell you, but you're too much of a coward to do that.

You couldn't will yourself to look at her eyes, afraid that you might finally recognize the emotion that lingers in the depths of her mind. You suppose the inquisitive and empathetic nature of Ravenclaw runs deep within Ren's blood.

You nod as a thanks and left without a word.

You hear laughter first. Your footsteps halt at the archway of the Undercroft—breath faltering as your eyes find the familiar tufts of blonde you've grown to love over the years.

Normally, you would've already bounced over to him, reveling in his attention no matter how negative or neutral it might appear. You would've teased him and wormed your way into his arms.

However, things were quite different from where you were standing.

You hadn't had the opportunity to meet the new 5th year. You only relied on hushed whispers and murmurs across the halls of Hogwarts just to get a glimpse of what she was actually like. You take slow steps towards the source of laughter, eyes trained on their figures—smiles, and gleeful expressions plastered on their faces.

You're caught off guard by the unfamiliar presence of the new fifth year—hair as dark as midnight with a touch of silver strands that decorate the front of her hair like the stars that litter the sky. She's as pretty as they say, as radiant as they whispered about, and evokes the aura of a true born wizard.

However, the true reason for her shock lies in the fact that Ominis—the man she'd known to be stoic, unmoving, and unphased, was laughing. Ominis was laughing.

"Oh, Y/N." It's Sebastian who notices you first. You flinched at the greeting, watching as the other two paused—the new fifth year turning towards you with wide curious eyes, and Ominis subtly turned his head away from you. Your breath hitches at his actions. Sebastian awkwardly glances between the two of you. "I think this is the first time you actually met Nora. Nora, this is Y/N Rosier. Y/N, this is Nora Finley."

Nora waves at you with a smile. "Hi Y/N. Hope you don't mind me intruding."

"None at all." You reply eyes glancing at Ominis who continues to have his back towards you. You decide to continue the conversation. "I was looking for you guys. I thought we were going to have lunch."

"Oh," Sebastian scratches the back of his head, hesitantly glancing at Ominis who continuously remains silent and indifferent. "We already had lunch. Sorry."

You slowly nod in an understanding, a stiff smile plastered on your face.

"That was because you were too hungry to wait," Nora intercepts with joking shove. "Apologies, Y/N. I didn't know they were waiting for someone else."

Your finger twitches slightly at her words. "It's fine."

"I was waiting for Ren! Ominis was just being an asshole." Sebastian defends himself which earns a slap on the arm from Nora. Then, you suddenly hear Ominis speak up.

"Not my fault you were actually coward enough to not go to her yourself," Ominis says. This earns a laugh from Nora who bumps her shoulders against Ominis. "I had to pull you over." The three laugh at the situation at hand, faces plastered with glee and comfort.

So Ominis was there, with Ren and the others. Yet no one thought of telling you where they were. An anxious heavy feeling settles over your chest.

Suddenly, you feel out of place. Your ears ring, zoning out, as their motion becomes more distorted in your eyes. You feel as though you shouldn't be here—that you're the one intruding instead. The ache overwhelms you.

Your feet shuffle a few steps back. "I-I'll get going." You say, voice weak as you announce your departure. Sebastian gives you a moment's glance before nodding. Nora gives you a big wave (you feel bad, she's too much of an angel). However another reason piles onto your aching heart—mind in a daze as it beats fast with anxiety.

Ominis had not once acknowledge your presence.

You leave with your dignity intact.

Seeing Nora is now a regular occurrence.

You didn't mind it at first. You liked the girl. She was a social butterfly, easy to talk to, and her presence brought comfort whenever she was around. You couldn't argue the comfortable nature of Sebastian and Ominis around her. While you were also a generally talkative and social person, it still varied among your peers. Your personality often ventures between the lines of introvert and extrovert—only becoming active to a certain amount of people, and silent to the rest.

However, despite your positive impression on Nora, there was also the case between her and Ominis. You've seen them hanging about in various points of the castle. Even going out together when they leave classes. You haven't had much alone time to spend with Ominis as he somehow begins to become more non-approachable and cold as days pass by. Somehow, he becomes more indifferent than before.

Back then, Ominis indulges in your whims despite his initial opposition. You suppose it's probably to get you to stop, but he had always listened—one way or another. Now, he merely leaves without a word—cutting you off mid-talk and bouncing off to Nora who had just entered the room.

Your heart begins to waver and your breath speeds up. You couldn't deny the hurt that flows through you with each indifferent response of your fiance. Your fiance. He was yours as much as you were his.

So why does it feel like you're the one intruding?

"What do you think we should get Anne, Omi?" You smile, siding up to Ominis whose hands run through the braille engraved on his book. "Do you think we should get her some scented candles?"

"Anne has a sensitive nose." Ominis furrows his eyebrows before slightly tilting his head towards you. "Didn't you know that?"

"I did!" You respond with a defensive tone. Of course, you did. Anne was your friend. "I was going to buy her those simple scented candles. Just to help her with the stress."

Ominis scoffs at your words before going back to reading his book. Just as you inquire a little more about his day, you hear Nora and Sebastian chattering as they reach your spot. You were about to greet them when you felt Ominis nudge your hold away from his arm. You flinch at its intensity as he rises from his seat to walk towards the two—specifically in Nora's direction.

Your heart thumps loudly against your chest, knocking against your ribs like an ache you can't explain. You sit silently, eyes watching as they chatter amongst themselves. The looming realization begins to crawl under your skin, chipping at you—limb from limb. Your breath falters.

"Y/N!" Nora greets like the angel that she is. You smile back, albeit forced and hesitant but welcomed her warmth with open arms. She slides up to you, before calling over the two. They follow with ease. You feel Nora's arm intertwine with yours, thumbing the cloth of your robe.

Just as the two have finally settled down, Nora begins the conversation. "I'm glad you don't have DADA with these two. It's always a chaos."

You nod, still quite perplexed by the whole situation. "Really?"

"Please, Nora." Sebastian teases, arms propped on the table. "Just say you're mad that I beat you at a duel."

"Throwing a ragged cloth to my face before casting a Levioso isn't a win that you think it is." Ominis intercepts with a disappointed shake of his head.

"Blah, blah. Looks like a skill issue to me." Sebastian leans back, arms crossed over his chest. He rolls his eyes playfully. "Life isn't fair on the battlefield, Finley."

Nora turns to you with a scrunched nose. "Are you really friends with these guys?"

You find yourself pausing at her question. Thankfully, she laughs afterward, pulling tease after teasing towards Sallow. The question begins to etch into your brain as your mind conjured every possible interaction you had with Sebastian. Was he even your friend? You remember the silence and the awkward tensions whenever Ominis had to go to the bathroom or get called up by Professor Weasley. Even before then, when Anne was present in your little group of 4, the twins were always stuck to the hip, if not with Ominis. Never the three of you alone together.

Never with you.

You suppose Imelda was right. Blinded by the idea and concept of love through duty, you unintentionally neglected the possible ties that you could've had with the twins. You felt helpless.

"Oh, yeah. Before I forget, what are we getting Anne this weekend?"

Your head turn towards Nora in surprise. "You're coming?"

There's a momentary pause at your question. You wouldn't have minded it before, but now you feel the stares clawing at your skin.

"Of course, she is." Ominis replies with a tone of disbelief. "Don't be ridiculous."

"She hasn't met Anne, though? I don't think—"

"Don't speak for my sister, Y/N." Sebastian cuts through the tension with an offhanded response. You turn towards him in surprise. Nora shifts uncomfortably beside you. "We already planned this. Let's just go with it."

"You didn't tell me anything?" You're not sure as to why your voice suddenly begins to rise. Your hands clench under the table.

"My bad?" Sebastian shakes his head in confusion, as if he's the one incovenienced. "Listen up, next time then? Instead of you know—ogling Ominis, all the time?"

"Sebastian!" Nora calls out, perplexed at the sudden hostility. The brown-haired Slytherin merely turns his head away. A dreadful feeling submerges over your body as you glance at Ominis who sports an indifferent look in his face. There's a paused silence before Sebastian stands from his seat.

"Where are you going?" Nora asks, worried.

"Out. I'm floo-ing to Hogsmeade for the gift. Catch up if you guys want to." Sebastian mumbles in response. He leaves abruptly, robe trailing behind him.

Just as you were about to turn to Ominis, he stands up. "Omi?"

"You should've known better." Ominis mutters. Your breath hitches at his words. He follows through with Sebastian. Your hand clenches into a fist.

"Y/N," Nora grasps at your arm with slight comfort. You couldn't be mad at her even if you wanted to. "Are you okay?"

Your head is lowered, hair framing your face as you try to gather your emotions. You then turn towards her with a smile you've practiced from your childhood days.

"I'm fine."

The silence was unbearable.

You're not sure when was the last time you and Ominis were seated together in a room, alone—much less the receiving room of your manor. You can feel the nervousness clawing up your throat. Your mother had persisted on the two of you visiting the manor during your winter break. You wanted to accept the invitation at first, seeing as this was an opportunity to spend time with Ominis.

But seeing the disdain on his face as soon as you told him the news, somehow regret only fills your body. You had no choice either way.

"Is Hogwarts treating you well?" Your mother sips her tea with the elegance fitting for her role as the matriarch of the house. You shift in your seat, uneasy from her attention.

"Well enough," Ominis answers from your side. His face lacks the enthusiasm of talking to your family.

Your mother furrows her eyebrows at the response but doesn't say anything regardless. "I do hope you're both preparing for your engagement once you graduate in 2 years. Merlin knows how much both of our families have prepared for it."

You nod submissively, unable to resist the pointed stare your mother gives you. Ominis stands abruptly at her words, not opting to pardon himself as he walks out of the room. There's paused silence before your mother scoffs.

"Insolent child," She seethes, taking a sip out of her cup. "If it weren't for his family name and heritage, we would've found you a more suitable heir to marry. Merlin knows his family's treating him like a dispensable asset, when his brother's already married and up to take the role as head of the house."

You sit silently, eyes focused on the untouched cup of tea. Your mother's voice booms through the room, causing you to flinch at its sudden intensity.

"Go after him, Y/N. Beg on your knees if you have to. Keep him tied to the leash before he goes off pawing at others." Your mother orders. "Your sister's a testament to that. Do I make myself clear?"

Your mother's word was law. Everyone in the house knew that. Even your father, who is recognized as the head of the house. She easily controls those around her to do her bidding, and those who resist are met with dire consequences. You'd rather be by her side than against her blade.

"Yes, mother."

You found him by the courtyard.

Your family dog, an Alpine Mastiff that was gifted for your father by a collector of muggle creature, pants against his lap—enjoying the gentle caresses that Ominis runs through his fur. He sits against the huge tree in the middle, the leaves giving his face a gentle shade from the light. You make careful steps before standing in front of him.

"Feeling lethargic, Omi?" You smile. The dog, Xavier, looks up at you with its sleepy eyes before yawning against Ominis's touch.

"I told you to stop calling me that." He replies, eyes devoid of emotion. He merely runs back and forth Xavier's fur as if its stimulation calms his nerves.

"You never allow me to call you anything." You retort, voice calm as you look down at him with a forlorn expression. He doesn't need to know that.

Ominis shakes his head, a sarcastic smile on his lips. "That's because we're not friends."

You purse your lips before responding. "If you say stuff like that, I'll get hurt, Omi."

Ominis chuckles. "You've bound me to your chains, made me a spectacle with your jokes, and you're worried about getting hurt over the truth?"

You stared at him as he continues to pet the massive dog on his lap. You've gone through this routine before, and you'll go through it again. Why get hurt now?

There's a miniscule pause of silence before you let out a laugh at his words. "So touchy with everything, Omi. You really hate me that much?"

It's a joke. Don't take it to heart.

"Yes," He answers with no hesitation, face devoid of any emotion. He finally looks up and its as if those beautiful cloudy blue eyes could stare through you. "Yes, I do."

It's not true.

You've observed Ominis enough to know what he's thinking.

As much as others regarded him as an intimidating figure, he quite wears his heart on his sleeve. You know when he's angry, when he's joking, being sarcastic, sad, or whatever version of Ominis you're facing for the day. You didn't spend 8 years of your life loving him just for you to not recognize every detail on his face.

You've known him well enough to recognize patterns on his behavior, subtle differences to his emotions, and his current mood of the day. If anything, you're well versed in Ominis's body language, that you've grown well accustomed to how you act around him based on it.

That's why besides you're being hit with two realities, instead of one.

You've watched them from across the hall, chatting up a storm as the three of them were huddled in the corner. You've long since opted to observing them rather than being in the group itself, and ever since then, you've begin noticing things you weren't supposed to.

"What's got you looking so focused there?" Imelda's voice reaches your senses as a figure settles beside you. You give her a glance before looking back at the trio. She hums, following your line of sight. "Looking at your asshole of a lover boy again?"

"Don't I ever?" You sarcastically remark, laughing slightly. Imelda looks at you with a slight raise of her eyebrow.

"Wow," She nods. "That's improvement. You don't make sarcastic remarks when I point out your obsession with white boy over there."

You glance at her, heaving a breath as you contemplated letting Imelda know of your thoughts as of late. You suppose that she's the only person who has been real with you since the start. Everything's been a blur since your visit with Ominis to your manor. You've been trying your hardest to appear normal but things had just gone way off. You've started to distance yourself as well, only responding when asked or talked to—which most of the case is Nora's doing. Though, with Sebastian's constant needs for adventure and Nora's inquisitive nature, she had also lost the attention towards your interaction with the group.

With Ominis, you knew well enough that wherever Nora and Sebastian went, he went to as well. You've seen the three of them flee the Great Hall, not minding your lack of presence to the group. 4 years as a group of friends and 8 years with Ominis, and they haven't had a single thought about you that passed through their minds.

You suppose you should've gotten used to their exclusion to your presence. You're partly aware that this is due to the engagement between you and Ominis, how much he despises the centuries-old tradition of marrying those of the same stature as he is. How much he detests the forced nature of your relationship. You wished you had the power to null it, to start over, and meet him under different circumstances. To dream of a reality where he actually finds love in you, and wishes for a future with you in it.

But alas, life is hard for someone like you. To hold so much authority within your fingertips but be shackled by tradition and generational trauma. You've long accepted your demise.

"Ominis likes Nora." The words slips out of your mouth with ease. Like what you just said was something out of the news. Imelda chokes at what she hears. You look at her with concern.

"E-excuse me?"

"Ominis likes Nora." You repeat calmly. Imelda sweatdrops, moving to stand in front of you as she analyzed your facial expression.

"You're saying that like it's the weather—are you okay?" She asks, worried.

You shrug, eyes looking down at your twiddling thumbs. "It's inevitable. Everyone knows about it, no?"

Imelda pauses, face cringing as she places her hands on her hips. You chuckle at the silent admission. "I'm always a bit too late."

"Look, Y/N," She sighs, taking a step forward as she places a hand on your arm. "Ominis was doomed to be your fiance from the start. He's an asshole and just overall rude! You've got nothing much to lose anyway!"

Your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip before pulling between your teeth. "I do. That's not how it works, Imelda."

You glance up at her, finally meeting her concerned eyes. She lets out a breath at your forlorn expression.

"I always knew Ominis didn't like what we had. I've spent most of my childhood years with him to not know the familiarity of his disdain." You reply. You recall the times you've received cold and indifferent actions from him. "He's made himself clear. I was always the one who wanted more."

"Y/N," Imelda sighs.

"I don't think Ominis ever considered me to be someone dear to him," You whispered. "I had always been something he easily cast aside. A nuisance—I've seen the way he whispers to Sebastian whenever I've said something they considered out of line. I was never something he deemed important."

Imelda is silent. You heave a sigh.

"He's happy now." You mutter. "Nora's everything I'm not, and even if I wanted to hate her, despise her—she's so pure and likeable that it's so unfair. Why is it so unfair?"

You feel tears well in your eyes. Imelda's breath hitches at the sight. She looks around, trying to see if anyone was watching. She then hears the familiar voices of the three. Soon enough she sees them walking over to pass by their area. Imelda did what she could only think of.

She pulls her off her robe before throwing it over your head, shielding you from their stares. She pulls you in her arms as the three near towards you. You couldn't see a thing but you could hear them.

"... Imelda?" Sebastian's voice comes out as confused, probably because of her hooded figure. "What's up?"

"Hey!" Imelda smiles, hands making gentle pats to your back. "Friend's not feeling well. Hope you don't mind."

There's pause of silence before Ominis responds. You feel your heart speed up. "Ah, hope they'll feel better."

"They hear that quite well!" Imelda responds with enthusiasm. You slump against her hold, feeling lethargic from thinking.

"Alright, we'll get going." Sebastian waves before the two follow them off. Just as the three of them began to make their way down the hall, you hear Nora suddenly backtrack.

"Ah, by the way, if you do see Y/N around, tell her that Professor Weasley's asking for her?" Nora says. Your body freezes and its as if Imelda had felt it as she had pulled you closer.

"S-sure." Imelda responds. The three of them began to go on their way, chatting and laughing as they disappear down the hall.

Imelda finally pulls her robe off you, eyes filled with concern. "Y/N ..."

"They knew I wasn't around," You mumble, breath trembling, and eyes devoid of emotion. "They knew. He knew."

Imelda raises a hand to fix your hair before smiling. "There's nothing much I can say that will be of help, but I do hope that you'll take care of yourself—Of what you'll do from here on out."

You pause at her words before nodding silently.

The realization settles in and its heartbreaking and grueling. However, despite that, things haven't been much clearer than before. You'll set things right. For him. For yourself.

Because love is your greatest weakness, no? Your greatest threat. Love for him, and love for your family.

Whichever will prevail?

A/N: before yall ask, yes this will have a part 2 ... i just really wanted to finish this and it went beyond what ive planned. stay tuned mwehe!!! this will not have a happy ending btw. the title daffodil's camellia is in reference to their meaning in love. daffodil can mean new beginnings but it can also mean unrequited love, camellia means romantic love or devotion. just wanted to let yall know that!

#arthenaa #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt angst #hogwarts legacy angst #ren aries #lydia parkinson #hl ocs #nora finley mwehe

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symmetry; jjk (m)

pairing: gryffindor!jungkook x slytherin!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, hogwarts au, smut

summary: with both of you being from rival houses, the smirk that jungkook seemed to throw in your direction every shared class did nothing for your disdain towards him. as far as you were concerned he was arrogant and childish; you just wished he wasn’t so damn good in bed.

word count: 10k.

a/n: i used to write on here a while ago but deleted my blog. since deciding i wanted to come back i figured i would start with what was my most loved fic. i tried to get my old url back, but alas, she was gone. enjoy.

-x-x-x-

One thing you had been certain of the past seven years of your education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was that the divide between Slytherin and Gryffindor was a big one.

Due to that fact, your feelings towards the students in said Gryffindor house were negative to say the least. You disliked many of them.

Most notably; Jeon Jungkook.

The cocky Gryffindor Seeker, who walked with a strut in his step and a smirk on his face as he boasted about yet another victory for his Quidditch team thanks to his ‘magical skills’.

Not a day went by that you didn’t imagine wiping that bunny grin off his face with a hex or two, his need for attention and praise the most frustrating thing of your day to day life; next to the fact that almost everyone in the castle seemed to fall for his childish demeaner and shower him with compliments and love.

It was about four weeks ago that you finally snapped and devised a way to mess with him; to take him down a peg and have people snicker in his direction instead of sending flirtatious winks or loud cheers accompanied with high fives.

What you didn’t expect, was that the magenta hair you’d managed to give him would somehow work for him. Unbelievably, it made him that more attractive to the female population of the school and gave him more opportunities to have a good night at the end of any party.

What you expected even less was to see that magenta hair between your thighs as the pair of you hid in a broom closet in a more secluded part of the castle.

“Jeon-” you sighed, hand twisting in his dark pink locks as his tongue worked in figure eights against your aching clit.

Responding with a lustful moan that vibrated through your body in the most pleasurable way, he quickened his movements, his fingers digging deeper into the exposed skin of your thighs.

About three days after his hair had been altered, he had come to the realisation that there was no changing it back any time soon; something you had made sure of. He was going to be stuck with that colour until the end of the school year at the earliest.

Three days after that, Jungkook had finally found the culprit, cornering you in an empty classroom to demand an apology or a way for you to make it up to him. Cue a long heated argument that somehow ended with his teeth at your throat as he lifted you up onto a desk and tore your underwear clean off.

After he gave you the best orgasm of your life, you had scolded yourself and sworn that you would never set foot near the boy again; until the next day when he somehow managed to seduce you into a quick romp in a secret passageway he’d found a year prior.

Lewd wet noises broke you from your thoughts as the all familiar tingle started coursing through your body; back arching away from the rough stone wall at your back, teeth clamping down on your lower lip to keep yourself from being caught in the act.

Legs twitching, your breathing came out in short pants as Jungkook rose to his feet; using the back of his hand to wipe away any leftover moisture.

“One of these days you’re going to have to give in and scream for me.” He mumbled, teeth scraping against the mark he’d left on your neck the night before. “You’re the only one who actually gives a fuck about what we’re doing.”

You couldn’t contain the need to roll your eyes as his lips twisted up into yet another smirk.

“Will you just hurry up?” Tugging him towards you and swiftly unbuttoning his trousers, you relished in the hiss that he produced as you grasped his newly freed erection in your hand. “Some of us actually have places to be.”

He quickly lifted you up, moving your legs to wrap around his waist as your back hit the stone wall again, aligning his straining cock with your entrance. “Is today finally going to be the day you agree to taste yourself?”

Scoffing at his vulgar words, you moved your face away from his when he brushed his nose against yours; lips hovering far too close for your liking.

“You know the rules. No kissing, that's not what this is.” You reminded him. “Besides, you’re disgusting.”

Raising his eyebrow in a sneer, he grunted “And yet here you are.” as he sharply thrust up into you; a quiet groan vibrating in your throat at the full feeling of him deeply situated inside of you.

“The ends justify the means, Jeon.”

His eyes scrunched shut, your walls tightening around his length causing him to falter in his movements. “Whatever you say, y/l/n.”

-x-x-x-

Potions class had always undoubtedly been your favourite; if for no other reason than your head of house was the teacher and it was the subject both of your parents had excelled at whilst they had been attending Hogwarts.

The potential to be an incredible potions master was all but running through your very veins.

Until the headmaster decided that a method had to be created to better the relationship between houses. Apparently there were too many rumours at this point that the Slytherin and Gryffindor houses were becoming more and more hostile towards one another as the years went by.

That's how you ended up here, no longer paired with your intelligent housemate, but instead with the well known slacker that irritated you beyond belief; Jeon Jungkook.

Your breath came out in a huff for the third time in the past twenty minutes, the ruby red umbrella that he'd brought in with him poking you in the leg for what seemed like the twentieth time since class had started. “If you still insist on using muggle objects instead of magic against something as simple as the rain, at least learn how to store it properly under the desk.”

His attention having solely been on enchanting a piece of paper to fly over to his best friend in the shape of a small dragon, his eyes widened as he realised you had spoken to him; turning to you with a look that highly resembled a deer caught in headlights.

“Have you even paid attention to what we have to do for the next hour and a half?” You scoffed, arms crossing in annoyance.

“Of course.” He replied, flicking his head to the side to move the hair of his fringe from his eyes. “We have to make some kind of potion before the end of class.”

It took everything in you not to swear at him for his idiocy. “Well observed that we'd have to make a potion in potions class, Jeon.” You sneered, moving your book to the middle of the desk so that he could see what you'd noted down.

“Amortentia?” His face scrunched in disgust at the name. “Should we really be learning how to make this? Surely this is just a lesson for crazy ex girlfriend's who won't give up? No one in their right mind should be making a love potion.”

“We don't really get to decide that.” You couldn't fault his logic, also unable to see any benefits from a potion like this, having researched and found that several children had been born whilst one of the parents was under the influence of amortentia; the children were then incapable of love themselves. “But we need to brew this stupid love potion if we want to pass the class, so focus and hopefully this will be over soon.”

Pushing his hair back, Jungkook reluctantly started to help you look for the ingredients around the room. With his cooperation, the pair of you managed to finish the potion within the hour; the pearly sheen giving you hope that you'd actually done well together and completely the task without fault.

However, as the steam spiralled up from the cauldron and wafted under your nose, you suddenly questioned if you'd messed up.

Sure, the scent of lemon cupcakes made sense, as did the salty smell of the ocean that you always loved to visit as a child; but the last thing to register gave you pause.

You knew what the scent was, it was something you'd come across quite often over the past few weeks whenever your head had been nuzzled into Jungkook's neck to suppress the moans that threatened to escape from your throat.

The musky smell of his cologne was obvious to you now, which meant that there had to be something wrong with potion sitting in front of you.

And by the horrified expression on Jungkook's face, it was pretty obvious that he was having a similar experience.

“You must have done something wrong.” You snapped. There was no way that it had been you to make a mistake in potions class, you'd gotten top marks your entire education.

“I did everything you told me to do, if something went wrong then it's on you.”

The two of you stood in stunned silence as the professor glided over and proceeded to praise your work and explain how perfectly you'd created the liquid that continued to taunt you from it's place on the desk. “10 points to both of your houses.”

As he walked away mumbling about how the headmaster may have been right to merge the student houses in classes, Jungkook and yourself refused to meet each other's gaze as you pondered the new information.

The silence was deafening until your professor announced that class was over, both of you rushing to leave the room; which resulted in his umbrella prodding you in the ribs when he lost his grip in his haste.

“Ow. If that useless piece of plastic and metal hits me one more time I'm going to shove it up your ass, Jeon.” You growled, a fierce glare sent his way.

“Before you do that, you might want to consider removing the one up yours.” He snarled before quickly turning and walking out the classroom.

As you silently seethed, the scent of his skin lingering from the cauldron only worsening your mood, you stormed out of the room to find something to de-stress with; and it wasn't going to be Jeon Jungkook.

-x-x-x-

When students were asked what their favourite part of Hogwarts was, most would often answer with an anecdote of how much food they’d managed to stuff in their mouths on a night.

You were no different.

The feast set out before you was great; every single thing you could possibly imagine laid before you just waiting to be devoured. It was nights like these that you knew there would be a huge announcement, one that would lead to about 90% of the student body cheering for their headmaster; whilst the other 10% who hated being social would grumble to themselves about how they weren’t taking part in whatever event was away to be thrown.

“I wonder what it’s going to be.” Your friend, Reagan, pondered out loud. “I hope it’s not another contest, Gryffindor just get extra points thrown at them, everybody knows it by now.”

Wiping a stray crumb off a pumpkin pasty from the corner of your mouth, you dismissed her thoughts “It’s too late in the year for it to be a contest, it’ll be some sort of celebration to let the current students have some fun and leave an ever lasting impact on those that are leaving.”

“Whatever it is, the headmaster better announce it quickly.” She replied, daintily taking a bite of her food. “If I need to find an appropriate outfit, he needs to give me as much time as possible to prepare.”

“Oh I'm sure you'll do just fine.” Your eyes focused on the headmaster as he made his way to the owl shaped podium at the front of the hall. “Looks like you're going to get your wish anyway.”

With a raise of his hands, the great hall fell into silence. You had to admire the simple sign of respect, something that one could argue was much more powerful than all magic.

“You all must be wondering what is in store for you tonight, what grand announcement is coming that you were granted with such a bountiful feast.” He started, eyes sparkling over his half moon spectacles. “Well, it is with great delight, that I can tell you we will be hosting a ball. A dance to say farewell for the summer and good luck to those who will be leaving us this year.”

The different houses immediately erupted into ramblings of who they were going with, what they would wear, what music they were hoping for and everything else you'd expect with a ball on the horizon.

“I knew I'd need to think of a new outfit.” Reagan piped up from your side, turning to your housemate who wanted to talk colour coordination for the event.

You yourself, found your gaze drawn to the pink haired boy who was staring over in your direction. It didn't surprise you per say, the pair of you often finding a way to communicate with each other when the rest of the students around you were preoccupied; the excitement for the ball was as good a distraction as any.

The look in his eyes was clear and you knew exactly what it meant, that he wanted you and if you were smart you'd meet him in the secret place he'd shown you unless you wanted to risk him searching for you later.

When he'd first pulled you into the hidden passageway, you'd asked how he'd even found it himself; just to get a vague response about needing the 'right map'.

Regardless, the heat that instantly pooled between your thighs made it obvious that you were going to accept his offer without any hesitancy.

-x-x-x-

The air was thick with the smell of dusty books that hadn't been opened in decades, the library silent with the very few students who chose to study on a Friday night.

You often used it as a kind of sanctuary; hidden in the far back corner behind a row of tall bookcases that kept you out of sight of any others in the room. Thoughts were easier to process when you didn't have anybody around to distract you.

So there you were, reading a letter from your father that had arrived that afternoon. He was informing you of a potential match for your future husband, something that your parents were both adamant that you would agree to once your school life was over in a few months.

The sinking feeling in your stomach was new to you. An arranged marriage was a fact of your life that you'd been spoken to about for many years now and you'd always been okay with it. Your ancestors were all matched up by their families, so it wasn't outrageous to you that the same fate would befall your future.

But something had changed, though you didn't know what, and the idea of spending the rest of your life in what would probably be a loveless marriage no longer appealed to you. In fact, it made you feel slightly sick.

Footsteps running in your direction caught your attention, brief irritation washing over you as a mop of magenta hair appeared from around the corner of the bookcase to your left.

Jungkook.

Of course he would interrupt your thoughts at a time like this; how unbelievably inconsiderate.

He hadn't seemed to notice your presence, having twirled around to pear back to where he had appeared. His muscular shoulders were rising and falling swiftly while he panted, his breathing laboured from his brisk sprint.

“Please don't say you use this place for hookups.” You drawled, hiding the letter amongst your books as you spoke.

Jungkook twirled round, eyes wide with surprise as he acknowledged your existence. “Y/l/n. What are you doing here on a Friday night?”

“There's this insane concept, where you come to libraries to study.” Glancing down at your books with a look of condescension, you could almost feel him roll his eyes at you. “The only thing out of the ordinary here is you, Jeon.”

“I'm hiding, obviously.” He scoffed, giving a quick glance around the bookcase before sauntering over to take a seat next to you. “A Ravenclaw I spent the night with a few months ago finally caught up to me and doesn't seem willing to let it slide that I didn't fall madly in love with her afterwards.”

Squinting your eyes in disbelief, you asked. “And you thought the library was a good place to hide from a Ravenclaw?”

You knew that Jungkook wasn't the brightest student at Hogwarts, but you had figured he would be smart enough to understand that the library all but belonged to the brainy house of blue.

“Well, why on Earth would anyone think that I would enter the library?” he smirked in return. “As you just said, I'm the only thing out of the ordinary here, she'd never expect me to run to a place of wisdom for solace.”

“The end of that sentence almost made you sound intelligent, congratulations.”

His focus darted to the table where your notes were scattered, returning his gaze to you with suspicion clear in his deep brown eyes. “Intelligent enough to know you're hiding something. I have a feeling it's got something to do with the letter sticking out of that book.” Pointing towards the letter you'd haphazardly shoved into hiding, he leaned back in his chair with a look of triumph at your surprised expression.

“Okay,” you sighed. “You caught me. I come to library sometimes when I have to think and it might not always be education related.”

His features softened in concern. “Everything alright?”

“It's not something you have to worry about.”

The two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, uncertain of what to say to each other. In all of your secret meetings, you'd never once had a real and honest conversation; that wasn't what either of you had signed up for and you weren't about to change that because of a letter you had been expecting your whole life.

“Careful, y/l/n.” he warned, mischief dancing in his eyes. “The look on your face is going to out you for having real emotions.”

As much as you tried to resist, your closed off expression dissolved into a soft laughter when Jungkook nudged into your side with a gentle smile. It looked like he may possibly be useful for more than one thing like you'd originally believed.

“You know, if you wanted a distraction.” His hand smoothed up the skin of your thigh to play with the ends of your skirt; shivers running throughout your body at the contact. “With an area this secluded, we could do something a lot more fun than study.” He whispered in your ear, teeth scraping along the skin of your earlobe at the end of his sentence.

Rubbing your thighs together, the sudden urge to have him inside you was immense, but you'd found yourself running to him too often now and this was a place for clearing your mind from all distractions; not falling into the arms of your most common one. Especially when you'd come so close to opening up about your problems to him.

“No, no, no.” You firmly said, pulling your books together and standing from your seat. “This is my happy place, you're not ruining it.”

“We could always make it our happy place.” He retorted, eyes widening with the realisation that his words sounded far more romantic and dating like than the sexual innuendo he'd been aiming for.

Your hand flew to your chest in mock flattery with a gasp. “Aww, are we going to start holding hands now? Are we going to pluck wild flowers for each other and make googly eyes across the great hall?”

“Okay.” He scoffed, rising to his feet beside you.

“Are you going to start writing poetry for me?” You asked, face contorted as you pretended you were going to cry with happiness as you turned to leave. “Is this when we announce our undying love for one another?”

Shoving your shoulder with a chuckle, he made to follow you out of the hidden spot. “Shut up, you know what I meant, asshole.”

-x-x-x-

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip to try and contain the moans that were fighting to leave your mouth, two of Jungkook's fingers curling inside you as he moved them to find the exact spot that would have you crumbling in no time.

“God you're always so fucking tight.”

Mind delirious with satisfaction, you hardly registered his words that were muffled against the skin of your neck as he sucked a new purple bruise into the crook. Dirty talk wasn't something you particularly sought after, but the gruff tone that came with the lewd words always peaked your pleasure.

“Fuck-” the word escaped you without your permission, ecstasy rolling over your body in waves as you reached your high; Jungkook grinding his clothed erection against your thigh when you bit into his shoulder to halt the sounds tumbling out of you.

“On your knees.”

Dropping to the floor, you helped him undo his belt and unzip his jeans, mentally noting that you would have to wear tights for the next few days as your knees scraped against the stone floor.

Hogsmead trips had always been pointless in your opinion, but more recently you'd come to be thankful of them. Most of the students would be out of the castle, at least the ones who would notice your absence. Which meant that you and Jungkook had a good few hours to meet up without raising suspicion.

Unfortunately, as exams grew closer, you had to keep it quick so you could return to studying.

His cock was firm in your grasp as you slowly swirled your tongue around the tip, Jungkook sighing with relief at the contact.

It was always the same, you would tease him to the point he would lose patience and throat fuck you till tears were running down your cheeks.

This time was no different.

Working your tongue along the side of his shaft, you heard him growl as a hand tightly wound it's way into your hair and brought you back to the tip.

“You know I hate it when you do that.” He rubbed the head across the parting of your lips a few times. “But we both know it's only cause you like my cock shoved so deep down your throat that you struggle to speak afterwards.”

The moisture that was already gathered at your entrance after your orgasm only seemed to worsen with his words, the feeling of it smearing across your thighs as you rubbed them together leaving you yearning for him to be inside you again when your walls clenched around nothing.

But you were unable to form a response to his words when he opened your mouth and shoved his cock so far that the head hit the back of your throat.

He groaned at the warm feeling of your mouth around him, freezing in his motions for a second with the fear that he'd cum too quick if he moved immediately.

When he finally started thrusting, your moans overwhelmed you, the sounds vibrating around him; his teeth gritting together with his attempts to stay in control.

“If you keep doing that I'll- hnng- I won't last much- fuck- longer.” His hand tightened to keep you still as his movements became rougher, the familiar sting of him prodding deep into you bringing tears to your eyes.

Your hand slid down to the junction of your thighs, two fingers rubbing harsh circles against your clit. There was something about giving away all control that had you aching for release, your usually independent self being able to let go for a small amount of time.

Jungkook's eyes scrunched together as he realised what you were doing to yourself, feeling you swallow around the end of his length as you inched closer and closer to the edge at your own hand. “Fuck, keep doing that.” He panted, sweat gathering at his brow as he neared his own release.

With his cock shoved deep down your throat, it muffled your noises enough that you allowed yourself to be as loud as you always wanted to be. The cry as you came only audible to yourselves without the risk of anyone overhearing.

As satisfaction coursed through you, the feeling of Jungkook's cum painted the inside of your mouth when he came with a sigh; hands desperately grasping the back of your head as his thighs trembled.

His member left your mouth with a pop, your mouth staying open so he could admire the sight of your tongue covered with his seed like he always craved after such an act.

Swallowing every last drop, you rose to your feet with the help of the boy in front of you; legs shaky as you tried to overcome the lingering aftermath of your second orgasm.

“So I'm guessing you'll be skipping the ball.” He chuckled, tucking himself back into his jeans. “I think I might do the same, I'm sure we'll be able to find something much better to do.”

It was quite a strange topic for him to decide upon, though all you both ever seemed to do now was organise when your next secret rendezvous would be.

Adjusting your skirt so that it was straight again, you sighed, smoothing over the fabric with your hands. “Actually, I'm going with Jameson. My parent's believe he'll be a smart match for me or whatever.”

Focusing on the slight crease that was refusing to cooperate, you failed to notice Jungkook freeze; his mouth slightly agape at your words.

“Oh, so you are going? With a date?”

“That is what I just said.” Eyes shifting to his own with confusion, you wondered what his deal was. “What's wrong with your face?”

He seems to snap out of his daze at your words, hurriedly tugging his tie back over his neck. “Nothing, just amazed someone could have the patience to deal with you for that long.”

Scoffing, you peak out the door to check that the coast was clear. “I get that you're too dim to understand half the things I say, but other intelligent minds can grasp how interesting I actually am.”

“Yes, I'm sure your ass and your money have nothing to do with his interests.” He quips, leaning back on the wall in preparation to wait until you'd been gone for 5 minutes.

“How classy.” You deadpanned, shifting out of the door without so much as another glance back; incapable of seeing the confusion and self doubt the clouded Jungkook's eyes as he considered the new feeling bubbling in his chest at the idea of you with another guy.

-x-x-x-

The night of the ball came all too quickly.

The dress that your mother had sent you for the occasion left you uncomfortable as you left the Slytherin common room, a deeply low cut back allowing a breeze to sweep across your bare skin; the silver snake that hung down the middle cold as it caressed your spine.

Jameson had agreed to meet you at the great hall, if for no other reason than you wanted as much time to yourself as possible before you were forced to spend an entire evening with him.

“You look lovely this evening.” He greeted you, eyes bored and uninterested as you made your way towards him.

Neither of you had particularly wanted to come to this affair together; but much like other pure blood families, yours decided that a marriage had to be arranged before you left the school for good. Thankfully, they did agree that you should have a few meetings before anything was set in stone.

It unsurprisingly took only a small amount of time until your fellow Slytherin was making an excuse to leave your side, abandoning you by one of the large fireplaces to go and get you both drinks.

“This is interesting.” A confident voice sounds behind you, a finger grazing along the side of the snake at your back; shivers running up your spine at the contact.

Turning your head, you find Jungkook looking down at you with a smirk, his hand lingering on your lower back far too long whilst in public.

“I thought you weren't coming.” You remarked, shifting away from his touch to get some distance between the two of you.

“I thought you had a date.”

Raising an eyebrow in annoyance, you gestured over to where Jameson stood talking with his classmates. “There he is, now I don't believe we ever agreed that we could interact in public unless we were forced to by our professors, Jeon.”

“Nobody is watching us, y/l/n.” He scoffed, resting against the wall at his side. “As I said before, you're the only one who gives a shit.”

Eyes darting around the room, you noticed that he was right for the most part; except your best friend who was watching your exchange with narrowed eyes.

“You're not entirely right about that.” You muttered, lips turning down in a small frown. “If you're that desperate for my attention then you can wait until the evening is over.”

The smirk on his face grew with your words, leaning in closely to whisper in your ear. “Do I really look that handsome that you're not even going to pretend to resist this time?”

“Bold of you to assume I'm agreeing so quickly for any other reason than I want you to leave me alone for the remainder of this event.” You sneered back quietly, briskly walking away to rejoin your date.

Anger was swirling in your stomach, unable to believe the audacity that boy had in interacting with you where everyone else could see. However, a deeper part of you knew that the emotions you were feeling were mostly towards yourself and the fact that what he'd said was actually true.

He was wearing a black tux, his magenta hair styled to perfection that had most of the girls in the room staring at him from afar; hands raising in flirtatious waves when his gaze would linger on them for little over a second.

Jealousy wasn't an emotion you'd ever experienced before; having wealthy parents who purchased anything you ever dreamed of and your grades being high enough that you didn't have to worry about your future.

But watching as he winked at a Hufflepuff that had been pining away for him all year unsettled you in a way that made you want to drag him out of the hall and refuse to let any other woman so much as look at him for the foreseeable future.

“Looks like Jeon didn't manage to find himself a date.” Jameson scoffed, the envy clearly etched on his face as he observed the Gryffindor boy getting so much female attention. “I knew it was only a matter of time before others saw how worthless the half-blood really is.”

The others around you snickered at the boys words, but your mouth formed a pout as disgust settled within you; the topic of blood status never being one that you enjoyed conversing about.

Your eyes locked with Jungkook across the room, his gaze morphing into concern with the sad and guilty look in your eyes.

-x-x-x-

Standing underneath the arches outside the main entrance, you gazed at the stars as Jameson rambled on about his future prospects and working with his father.

His had had settled on your waist ten minutes ago, the warmth from his hand seeping into your skin through the fabric and making you cringe.

“I agree that we make a smart match, y/n.” He suddenly proclaimed, breaking you from your thoughts as his free hand moved a stray piece of hair from your face. “I think it would benefit both of our families if we could agree to some form of arrangement to spend our lives together.”

He had leaned in closer, his eyes darting towards your lips with every word. He thought that bringing up your family's wishes would somehow convince you into being intimate with him, you assumed.

When his lips were a breath away from your own, you turned your head to the side asking if he would be so kind as to get you a beverage. “My throat is a little dry.”

“Of course.” He replied, the disappointment and frustration clear in his gaze, though he forced a fake smile. “I'll be right back.”

When he was out of sight, you released a harsh breath, bile starting to rise to the surface at the idea of having to kiss the boy you'd been coerced into spending the ball with.

A hand roughly grabbing your arm caused you to flinch, eyes snapping to the body of Jeon Jungkook as he drew you away from the ball; his face set in fury with loud footsteps echoing down the empty hall.

As he all but dragged you down the corridor, you shoved his hand off of you. “You can’t just drag me away from a date, Jeon. That’s not what we do.”

“Will you just shut up for like five minutes?” He fumed, backing you up against the wall at your back. “You and I both know that you found him a stuck up boring piece of shit, so quit acting like you were enjoying yourself.”

If you were to say that the fire in his eyes wasn’t having a heavy affect on you, then you’d be a liar. The way his furious gaze held your own had your breath leaving you in pants as heat pooled between your thighs.

The space between the two of you grew narrower, your mind so delirious with desire that you almost threw all of your rules out of the window; no longer caring if you were to get caught fucking in the middle of the hallway.

But then a door started to appear beside you, Jungkook wasting no time shoving you through it into a room that was slowly taking shape before you.

“What the hell is this?” You asked, eyes squinting as a bed formed in front of a large fireplace. “What have you done?”

“Nothing yet.” He responded, pushing you down onto the newly appeared mattress. “But I’m not about to waste a good opportunity on answerless questions.”

His mouth was on your neck before you could form a response, desperately sucking and biting as he moved to hover over you. “J-Jeon-” You stuttered, trying your hardest to keep your mind clear as your heart thudded in your chest and your thighs squeezed together.

“Please shut up.” He mumbled against your skin, his voice almost desperate.

Your secret meetings had always been quick and filled with an intense need, but you couldn’t recall a time that was this heated and impulsive since that first time in that abandoned classroom.

Jungkook rolled the two of you over, sitting up to have you straddle his lap; hands moving to your shoulders to slide the sleeves of your dress down as his lips moved over every inch of newly exposed skin.

As the dress was carelessly thrown to the side of the room, you pushed a hand through your hair; thankful that you hadn’t tried to do anything extravagant with the style.

Groaning at the sight of your body, Jungkook lurched forward to take a nipple in his mouth, tongue twirling around the hardened bud as you slowly grinded on his growing member.

“He wouldn’t have been able to treat you right.” He sneered, lips parting from your skin with a small popping sound. “You know I’m the only one who can make you feel this good; can have you trembling and eager for my cock to be inside you.”

You wanted to disagree, to curse him out and leave the room without so much as a glance back. But his hands on your ass driving you harder against his clothed erection was enough to keep you quiet; your forehead falling against his muscular shoulder as a lustful moan left your parted mouth.

One of his hands rises up to bring your face up to his again, forcing you to hold his gaze. “Say it.” He demanded. “Say that you need me.”

Eyes closing, you couldn’t bear the intensity of his stare, hoping that you wouldn’t have to answer him; not knowing if you were happy with your own answer. You shouldn’t need this; you shouldn’t need to fall back into the arms of Jeon Jungkook whenever you felt horny. One thing is damned sure, is that he should in no way ever have that strong of an effect on you. He was a meaningless hook-up; someone you should be able to leave behind no problem.

His hand moves around your throat, squeezing lightly to regain your attention, the pressure in your stomach warming to a point that you were sure he could ask anything of you in that moment and you would give it to him. “Say it, y/n.”

Your eyes opened to meet his at the mention of your first name, you never called each other by your given names, you weren’t that familiar. “I need you.” You breathed, head light with anticipation of what was to come.

An almost animalistic growl was all you heard as he rolled the two of you over once more to lay you against the pillows. “Say it again.” He ordered, hastily unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the defined muscles you had come to know by touch alone; hands tugging it over his head recklessly as he tossed it to the side.

“I need you.”

The remainder of your clothes were quickly disposed of, your panties exposing how wet you already were for him just from a few gropes and harsh words. “Something tells me you might be enjoying this.” Jungkook smirked, eyes focused on the damp patch you’d left on your underwear.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m leaving to go find Jameson.” You snarled, more than impatient at this point; a vicious yearning threatening to overwhelm you any moment now.

His eyes hardened, jaw tightening with barely veiled jealousy at the mention of your date to the ball. Within no time at all, his trousers and underwear had joined the rest of the clothing on the floor and his erection was burrowed deep inside you before you could utter another word.

Immediate satisfaction surged through you as he started a ruthless pace, urgent thrusts hitting all the right places; his voice rough and broken when groaning vulgar words into your ear.

This hadn’t been the night you had planned when getting ready earlier in the evening. In fact, Jeon Jungkook had been the furthest thing from your mind until the moment you spotted him glaring at you from across the great hall. The thought of him relentlessly pounding into you wasn’t something you had ever allowed yourself to imagine, unless he was the one purposefully creating that picture for you.

Suddenly, his speed slowed as the familiar feeling of bliss started to collect within you, your eyes widening when he brought his face up to your own.

Thrusting deeper inside you, his nose brushed yours as you felt your bodies press tighter together; his hips rolling against yours in the slowest rhythm you’ve experienced with him yet.

“Jeon.” You warned in a hushed tone, your gut screaming at you to move your face away from his before it was too late; before either of you had the chance to break your number one rule.

One of his hands tangled into your hair, foreheads pushed together, his lips a hair width away from yours; heavy breathing the only thing exchanged between the two of you.

“We can’t-” Your words are cut off as he finally joins your mouths together in a ruthless kiss, a wave of electricity flowing from your chest throughout your body; every inch of you tingling with a new feeling that you couldn’t even begin to explain.

Jungkook groaned as his tongue slipped passed your lips; the fingers in your hair tightening their grip whilst his free hand harshly gripped at the skin of your ass.

“Oh my-” He gasped, incapable of finishing his sentence due to the urgent desire to mark every last bit of exposed skin and make you sigh his name in delight.

The coil in your stomach tightened when you felt his thrusts lose their rhythm, alerting you to the fact he wouldn’t last much longer; your nails digging into the skin of his lower back as he pounded into you harder.

You were almost ready to burst, the pleasure you were feeling too much for you, your mind losing focus at the feeling of him hitting deep within you and brushing against the place that made you want to scream.

Fingers skimming up his back to twist into his hair, you stuttered out “J-Jungkook.” His mouth crashing onto yours once more to swallow your cries as the pair of you came together; ecstasy rushing through your veins in the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

A few moments passed and his movements slowed to a stop; though his mouth still languidly worked over yours, his thumb delicately soothing over the side of your head from where his hand was still entangled in your hair.

Tonight had been different from your usual rendezvous. You had no idea where it left you; what it meant for tomorrow.

One thing you knew for certain, you were in deep shit.

-x-x-x-

It had been a week since the night that seemed to change everything between the pair of you; neither one having made the move to talk to the other.

The dark circles under your eyes made it quite clear that you'd struggled to sleep; that is on the the nights that you'd managed to fall into a peaceful slumber at all. But even those dreams unsettled you, filled with Jungkook and the warmth of his gaze from the morning you'd woken up after the ball.

He'd been wrapping a strand of your hair loosely around his finger as he'd watched you wake up to find that you'd spent the night in the mystery room that had appeared for the two of you.

That only lasted a few moments though, the anxious feeling that ran through you forcing you out of the bed and towards the door; tugging on your clothes as you made excuses of where you needed to be so early in the day.

And that was how the dreams always ended, with you glancing back to see the disappointment and rejection replace the warm glow in his irises when the door closed behind you.

“He's looking for you.” Reagan reported to you, studying the clouds above you as they darkened to a murky grey.

“What makes you think that?”

She scoffed in disbelief, shaking her head and raising her wand to create an umbrella like shield above her head. “Everyone knows by now, y/n. He keeps trying to act nonchalant but he reeks of desperation.”

After that night, you'd finally caved and admitted to your best friend what you'd been involved in the past couple of months. Much as you'd expected, she'd been disgusted with the whole thing, commenting on what your parents would think and how he wasn't the kind of guy you were meant to go for; something you'd been aware of the entire time.

“Anyway, I just thought you should know.” She sighed. “You've been acting strange recently, I think it would be beneficial for you to figure out what he wanted.”

You didn't have time to respond to her before she gracefully walked off into the rain that had started to fall. She had a knack for making semi-dramatic exits, always needing to have the last word and leave others reeling from the conversation.

Searching through your pockets, you grumbled to yourself as you realised that you'd left your wand in your room; having just had muggle studies where it obviously wasn't needed. You cursed the school for adding it to your timetable.

“Look whose muggle object is suddenly coming in handy.” You heard from beside you, a bright red umbrella hovering over your head in preparation of leading you out from your shelter. “You need some help getting back to the entrance hall?”

Eyes shifting to meet Jungkook's, you faltered for what to say. Usually you would reply with a snarky comment that would have him rolling his eyes and either walking away from you or leading you to a secluded area.

But the look he was giving you was something you weren't used to. His feet shifted, teeth slightly biting into his bottom lip that conveyed he wanted to say something to you but didn't know how to word it.

“You're lucky I'm so hungry for lunch.” You muttered, shifting closer to him in the hope that you could save your shoulder from being soaked as the pair of you started your trek to the main area of the castle.

The silence that accompanied you was uncomfortable to say the least; your fingers fiddling with the strap of your bag to try and help you focus on anything but the close proximity and unsaid words of the boy beside you.

His footsteps halted, not giving you any time to react before he was grasping your arm and turning you to face him. “What would you say if I told you I had feelings for you?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, or maybe it stopped completely, you couldn't tell at that point. The only thing you were sure of was that you felt like time had stopped, his expectant gaze doing nothing for your trembling hands.

“Jeon-”

“Jungkook,” he corrected. “You used it the other night, you don't get to revert back.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you weren't entirely sure how to answer his question. It went against everything you had agreed all those months ago; then again, there wasn't exactly a rule you hadn't broken at this point.

“Jungkook.” Your voice cracked, incapable of stringing a coherent sentence together.

He rubbed a hand over his face, the bags under his eyes indicating that he'd had just as many restless nights as you. “Listen, I don't know when it happened, I don't know why it happened... But it did.”

Your eyes fell to the floor, his gaze to intense for you to handle.

“I have feelings for you, y/n.” he explained. “Honestly, I was terrified of telling you, but I wouldn't be a Gryffindor if I couldn't face you and I'm sick and tired of losing sleep over this.”

“That's not what this was meant to be.”

As your eyes locked with his at your small words, you registered the disappointment that overcame his features; eyes veiled with what you could only guess was hurt.

“Yeah, I know.” His feet shuffled against the wet floor, the heavy rainfall creating puddles around the pair of you. “I get that, I do. But I think we both know it's not just me that feels something.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

He scoffed, eyes turning almost harsh. “Yes you do. Otherwise you wouldn't have avoided me this whole time, you wouldn't look just as tired as I do and you sure as fuck wouldn't be looking as guilty as you do now when you're attempting to reject me.”

Your arms crossed across your chest, gripping at the fabric of your jumper with the need to hold onto something. “I don't know what you want me to say.”

You hated this, acting so meek and pathetic in front of him; in front of anyone.

“Just tell me the truth.” He softly demanded. “Tell me that you feel the same, tell me that what happened the other night was different for the two of us and that it actually meant something. Tell me that if I tried to kiss you right now that you'd want me to.”

The distance between the pair of you had dwindled with his short speeches, leaving you caught in his gaze as his eyes pleaded with you to give him what he wanted; what you both wanted.

But you couldn't.

Your parents would never allow such a thing, you had a duty to the family name to go through with your soon to be arranged marriage and the life that would come with that. They would never accept any kind of relationship with a Gryffindor half blood that had no desire for a career within the ministry.

“I can't.”

Though your words came out in a whisper, he heard them loud and clear; he knew the reason too. Drawing away from you he shook his head in disappointment, turning to walk away in dejection.

“When you figure out what you really want, come find me.” He grumbled, shifting away from you and towards the castle, the red umbrella sheltering him from the light drizzle the rain had become.

Stood staring after him, you thought back to the day in the library and the light feeling you had when he'd managed to make you smile on an afternoon you'd been lost in doubt and misery; a feeling that had come back tenfold in the past few minutes.

This was for the best, the arrangement between the two of you had to come to an end at some point; this was an easy break.

At least you hoped that it was.

-x-x-x-

There was only a few more days until the end of the school year.

A few more days before you would return home and never set foot in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ever again.

So you were concerned when a letter arrived from your parents when you were sat eating breakfast. Surely anything they had to say could wait until you were back in their house?

Using a knife to break the family wax seal that held the envelope in place, you opened to see a few words written in your mother's handwriting peaking out from the deep v.

they've agreed to have you betrothed to their son

It was as though someone had punched you in the gut, your breath leaving you in one harsh blow. You almost couldn't bring yourself to read the rest of the letter, but you had to make sure that what you believed was true.

And it was.

The Jameson family had come to an agreement with your own that meant you would be getting married in a little over a month. Thoughts flew around your mind, making you dizzy and light-headed.

It all seemed to be happening all too quickly, you had only spent a few moments with him the other week at the ball; even leaving him behind to spend the night with Jungkook.

Jungkook.

The name caused a shooting pain in your chest as your mind drifted back to your conversation a few weeks ago. Somehow, the feeling of regret and disappointment felt stronger when you pictured the bunny smile that he'd let slide onto his face on the rare occasion he let his guard down.

Here you were, reading over the words that sealed your fate as the future Mrs. Jameson and yet the only person you could bring yourself to think about was Jeon Jungkook.

There had been very few times that'd you'd been plagued with thoughts and worries about your impending arranged marriage, but usually Jungkook had ended up being there to break you from your thoughts and even make you laugh.

And yet you'd rejected him.

Glancing over to the entrance of the great hall, you noticed Jameson tormenting first years with a sadistic smirk on his face and your mind suddenly flashed forward to the image of the children that you would be forced to bear; how they would be treated by a man such as him.

Your heart clenched with dread at the realisation that the life you so enjoyed was suddenly being ripped out from under you.

With all my love, mother x

As the words sunk in, you wondered if there was a way for you to get out of this; a world in which your mother would understand and allow you to live the life you wanted. You'd worked hard for your grades and the vision of you becoming a housewife to a man who you knew you would never love made no logical sense to you.

St Mungos Hospital had accepted you in for an apprenticeship within days of you applying. Your skills in potion making had always had you picturing your career in medicine; often spending time in the hospital wing when somebody you knew was injured just so you could watch how they were treated. That was what you wanted for yourself.

But there was somebody who found you interesting enough regardless of your ambitions.

Jungkook had been brave to admit his feelings to you, even when he must have known what your reaction would be.

Crumpling the letter in your hands, you rose to your feet and left the great hall with purpose.

It was time for you to be brave too.

-x-x-x-

Anxiety coursed throughout your body with every step you took across the castle grounds. A part of you was relieved that you were finally going to get this off your chest, although a much larger part of you was annoyed that you somehow remembered his practice schedule without even trying.

The Quidditch pitch was quite far from the rest of the school, set far away enough that the players could practice without distracting the students who had to study for important exams that were swiftly approaching.

Three or four times on the walk over, you had found yourself considering turning back; the possibility of being humiliated all too plausible. It wouldn't surprise you if Jungkook had been playing you this entire time, just another one of his pranks against a Slytherin student.

His practice should be finishing up around about now, he was probably changing out of the uniform right this second and getting ready to stuff his face at dinner. What if they had finished early? What if you were wrong and they weren't even practising today at all?

Your worries were dismissed quite quickly as a few members of the Gryffindor team sauntered past you with looks of interest; no doubt wanting to stick around and see what would unfold.

The rumours about you and Jungkook had circled the castle in record time after he admitted his feelings towards you, so it was no surprise that his fellow teammates would want to find out first hand what was going to come from his declaration.

“He's in the changing room.” You heard a voice from beside you when you lingered in front of the doors to the entrance. It was a blonde Gryffindor who you'd often seen by Jungkook's side around the school. “Nobody else is in there so you should be good.”

Nodding your acknowledgement, you took a deep breath with the realisation that you had no other reason to put off the conversation you were about to have. But regardless of your nerves, you were determined to have it.

You found him tugging his shirt on over his head, hair still wet from the shower he must have had after a hard practice. It was an image you'd grown used to over the past few months, having been dragged into an alcove more than once so he could release the stress that came with being the Gryffindor Seeker.

Fiddling with your fingers, your deep rooted need for self preservation screaming at you to forget about your feelings and live the life you were born to, it took every ounce of your energy to stay still. “Hey.”

Eyes locking with yours momentarily, you noticed the grimace that appeared on his face.

The silence stretched for a few moments before you sighed and tried again, walking further into the room to approach him. “Your hair looks like it's finally fading.”

“What do you want, y/n?”

His tone was curt, your feet freezing in place as you flinched. You should have known that he wouldn't be interested in talking to you; it had been weeks since his confession and you hadn't so much as smiled in his direction. It was almost as though he hadn't existed to you.

“You told me to come find you when I finally figured that out.”

Stuffing his Quidditch uniform into his bag, he ran a hand through his damp hair when he turned to you. “Everyone already knows about your engagement, y/n. Jameson basically bragged about it all morning.”

He'd known before you did? Then again, it had been up to Jameson's family to decide on the matter, so they probably told their son before they even let your parents know the verdict.

“You didn't have to seek me out to reject me, I got the message loud and clear.”

Having grown accustomed to his cocky light-hearted nature, his defeated tone caught you off guard. Slytherins were always said to be cruel, to bring down those around them. It was something many in your house had tried to dispel over the years, but right now you suddenly agreed with it all.

“Wow. I knew you were dim, but this just exceeds even my opinion of you.” Sitting down on one of the benches, you feel his disbelieving stare on the side of your face. “Here I am, trying to think of a way to explain to my parents that I not only want to call of the engagement that they only just arranged, but that I want to call it off because I have feelings for a dopey Gryffindor and he turns out to be even more of an idiot than I already thought.”

His breath caught in his throat, your lips quirking in the corners at the sound.

“If you were smart enough to at least recognise when a girl has come to admit that you were right, then maybe I'd have been able to bring them around to the idea but now I just don't know.”

It was a very different confession than the one you had rehearsed in your mind the whole way there, but it seemed to fit the general tone of your relationship.

Taking a seat beside you, the warmth radiating off his body was a comfort to you, his light chuckle music to your ears after so many weeks away from him. “I feel sorry for the poor bloke.”

“You should, he really doesn't understand what he's gotten himself into.”

Jungkook tilted his head to the side, eyes dramatically squinting in thoughts. “I mean, she did spell his hair pink. I think that's a pretty strong vision for the future.”

“I think to gain the approval of my parents, it'll be green next time.”

“Don't you dare.”

Laughter came easily after that, his hand gently intertwining your fingers while rubbing soft circles with his thumb.

“So what does this mean?” His eyes stayed firmly on your joined hands to avoid your gaze.

“It means, that I like you and what happened after the ball meant something to me too.” you admitted. “Just don't fuck it up, Jeon.”

-x-x-x-

As the pair of you walked out, hand in hand, you contemplated the words you were going to write back to your mother before the end of the day.

“It's raining.”

Momentarily glancing up at the sky at his words, you pulled out your wand and pointed it at the broom in his hand, casting a transfiguration spell to mould it into something more useful; the bristled end sewing together to create an arched shelter as the broom handle shortened and curled at the end. The last thing to change as the object took form in front of your eyes, was the colour.

Jungkook smiled with a small shake of his head, mouth quirking up into the little bunny smile you'd come to admire. “A red umbrella?”

“I mean, with the fact it started off as a broom, I think I just managed to make your muggle object magical.” You smirked. “You're welcome.”

He gave out a hearty chuckle, free hand pulling you closer as his arm wrapped around your waist. “That you have.”

Lips meeting in a sweet kiss, your body felt lighter than it had all week; the possibilities for your future leaving you feeling content. Resting his forehead on yours, his magenta hair falling in between the two of you, you could tell by his gaze that he was thinking the exact same thing.

You should have pranked him years ago.

“This was still originally a broom, if it just shoots off randomly into the sky I'm going to charge you.”

Rolling your eyes, you used your wand to cast the spell that produced a shield over your head, moving away from his body and his need to kill a mood.

Was it possible to already change your mind and agree to the arranged marriage?

“Hey wait!” He chuckled, jogging after you with a grin. “I was joking, don't leave me.”

-x-x-x-

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