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To be honest, up until the last year in Hogwarts, Park Jimin didn't really care much about who Jeon Jungkook was. He heard the rumors, the talks, saw the frightened or curious looks of his classmates when the Slytherin passed by, but he himself never really had an interest in any of that. He never thought his and the ill-rumored Slytherin's paths would cross more than a brush of one cloak against the other in a crowded hallway.

Well, he was wrong.

"Do you think Slughorn will mind if I go a little off topic this time?" Taehyung murmured sleepily, head leaned on a stack of potion making books, right next to his pitiful, ink-stained potion paper. He'd been working on it for days, and it still wasn't nearing the end.

"I really struggle with these last four inches."

"Depends," Jimin sighed, sweeping his blonde fringe out of his eyes. "How far off topic are you planning to go?"

"Within reasonable limits, of course," Taehyung pursed his lips, eyes full of boredom. "How about we take a walk? I can't squeeze anything else out of my brain at this point, it's like a dry sponge. I need a break."

Jimin eyed his neatly written paper for Charms, weighing the possibility of finishing it tomorrow right before class. Lines and lines of neatly written text that took him around five hours didn't scream at him to keep working. "Fine," he dropped the quill and stretched his arms out. "Let's finish here for tonight."

"I love you," Taehyung exclaimed, jumping up and quickly stuffing his things into his backpack. "It's fucking September and we're already crammed with homework - 7th year is really hell, just like hyung said. We should go to the backyard and breathe in fresh air before they lock us up in the castle for the upcoming two semesters."

Jimin giggled. "I mean, it's the final year, Tae. It makes sense to make us work our hardest."

Instantly displeased, Taehyung narrowed his eyes at him, backpack already settled on one shoulder. "Stop talking like a nerd and pack your shit, Park Jimin."

Jimin shrugged him off, still smiling, as he gathered his books and quills and ranged them accordingly to size. Taehyung watched him with scrutinizing eyes, frowning as he finished up packing neatly, and tightened his cloak around his narrow shoulders. Jimin ignored him.

"Don't forget your wand. Wingardium leviosa," the blond pointed his at Taehyung's, making it fly and land neatly in his best friend's hand. "I swear Tae, one if these days you will lose it."

Taehyung hummed something noncommittally. 

With backpacks on their shoulders and wands in hands, the two of them slipped out of the library unnoticed, and proceeded to shuffle down the stairs with the other students, heading towards the backyard. They always preferred the side closer to the Forbidden Forest. It had an air of secrecy and calmness surrounding it, which Jimin preferred when resting after a long day of studying.

They walked out the main door and down the stairs, padding leisurely past the yard. Jimin breathed in the fresh air, feeling the scent of pine trees and lake water fill his lungs. 

"I think I need to start dating people again," Taehyung muttered as he stepped over a fallen branch. "Get myself back in the game." 

Surprised by the sudden change in topic, Jimin threw a glance at him. "Why so?"

Taehyung kicked a little rock under his feet and shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. Would probably help me relax a bit. All I've been doing is stressing out over stuff."

"Anyone particular in mind?" Jimin asked, eyeing the tall oak as a potential sit-down place. 

Taehyung pursed his lips, playing with his wand. "Not anyone in particular. But I haven't been looking. One clear thing is that it will not be a Slytherin."

Jimin laughed. "Come on, Tae, the Slytherin -Gryffindor rivalry is so old. How can you cross off a whole bunch of people just because of their House? What if your one true love awaits you there?"

"I'm sorry, but I highly doubt that my one true love can be someone 'cunning, fame-chasing and sly'", Taehyung scowled. "I prefer Ravenclaws, sexy and smart, just the way I like 'em. Not to mention that Kim Seokjin guy, the one that takes potions with us, is quite handsome. Cute smile." 

"No one in particular my ass, he's already got a guy picked," Jimin scoffed. "Tae, do you even--"

Jimin was about to scold Taehyung about the shallowness of liking someone just because of their looks and discrediting others because of their House, but a sound of loud laughter cut him off. Surprised, both best friends turned to see where it was coming from. Three boys came stumbling out of the Forbidden Forest, their blue ties shinning in the light of the setting sun. The third boy's tie, however, stood out in its velvety green. 

Ravenclaws and a Slytherin together? 

Jimin narrowed his eyes at the group, focusing on the lone Slytherin. His mop of black hair was a mess, a few leaves tangled in the messy strands - the only one messy out of the group. He was leaning forward, head turned down, so Jimin couldn't make out his face. The Ravenclaw closest to him had his arm on his shoulder, but not in a friendly way - with a gasp, Jimin realized that he was gripping the boy's cloak on the back of his neck, as if he was picking up a stray cat. 

"What are you doing?" the Gryffindor asked loudly, his grip on his wand tightening. 

The Ravenclaws stopped laughing, looking at Jimin curiously. 

"Park Jimin?" One of them recognized. 

Jimin's eyes followed the Slytherin boy, who finally looked up from the ground. Their eyes met, chocolate brown and emerald green, and Jimin flinched. There, in front of him, eyes dazed and barely standing on his feet, was the infamous Slytherin Jeon Jungkook. 

The Slytherin was barely holding up, his green eyes barely visible in his half-lidded stare. There was a red blotch on his left cheekbone, and a fresh bruise near his eyebrow. There was a bit of dried blood at the corner of his lips, and from the way he swayed and his eyes couldn't focus, it wasn't hard to tell that some sort of spell had been casted on him, most probably a strong confundo. He looked like he couldn't hold himself together at all. 

Jimin felt rage burn through his veins. Two against one? Against one wizard who was under the influence of a confundo and beaten up while unable to defend himself?

"What the fuck have you done?" he accused, taking quick steps towards the boys. "You forced him to go to the Forbidden Forest with you? Are you insane?"

"Jimin," Taehyung caught up to him, grabbing his sleeve. "Calm down. It's Tom and Louis, we're friends."

"No, we fucking are not," Jimin spat, brushing off Taehyung's hand and stomping towards the group. "I'm not friends with any assholes who would gang up on one guy and drag him to the Forbidden Forest to do god knows what. Let him go, assholes!"

"What the hell Park, are you friends with this freak Jeon here?" Tom drawled out, stupid grin on his face. "You're friends with the only dark wizard in school? The Death Eater's son?"

Jimin ignored him, pointing his wand at Louis, who still had his arm on the Slytherin's neck. "I told you to let him go."

He could see Louis eyeing his wand and measuring their strength in his head. Jimin knew that he's a better at spells than any of them, and Taehyung was really talented at magic duels. They had the upper hand, but it was clear that that bastard Louis didn't want to give up  just like that.

Seeing Jimin point his wand at his friend, the grin on Tom's face faded away. "Come on, Louis," he said, lifting his chin up and nudging his friend. "We've gotten our point across with Jeon anyway. Let's leave."

Louis frowned. "I haven't had nearly enough fun with this asshole yet."

"Namjoon will skin us alive if you do anything to Park-"

"You won't have to wait for Namjoon, I will fuck you up on the spot," Taehyung jumped in, all fired up as soon the words 'attack' and 'Jimin' appeared next to each other. "You think you can touch a hair on Jimin's head? Think again."

Louis eyed the two of them, threw a glance at his friends, and seemed to understand that they were outnumbered. With Tom doubtful, and two wizards like Jimin and Taehyung in front of them, they really didn't have the upper hand anymore. Second later, the brown-haired boy scoffed and pushed Jeon towards the Gryffindors.

"Have him if you want him," he hissed, turning around and striding away towards the castle. Tom followed right after, throwing a dirty look past his shoulder.

Jimin rushed forward to help. The Slytherin had stumbled forward from the push, his legs clearly not holding up his weight. But Jeon was not only way taller, but built way bigger as well, muscles lining his arms and chest. He fell onto Jimin like a sack of solid rocks, making the smaller boy stumble backwards, hitting his back painfully on the tree behind him. Jimin winced, hands still gripping on the Slytherin's cloak.

Only seconds later he realized the position they were in. Their chests were pressed together, noses touching, faces just inches away from each other's.

Jungkook seemed unaware of the proximity, nor the awkwardness of the situation of being pressed up against someone he didn't even know. His green eyes were still clouded by the spell as they met Jimin's. He looked into the blond boy's eyes, dazed, seemingly not realizing that his nose was brushing against Jimin's cheekbone, at that his hands were lining the smaller boy's waist. He looked in Jimin's eyes like he got lost in them, like they were the one thing grounding him in the confusion that had swallowed him whole. His eyelashes fluttered as he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his lips moved. 

"Pretty," Jimin heard him murmur, and his heart skipped a beat. He looked into those rich green eyes, green as the leaves above his head and deep as the green in forest at night.

Stuck in a daze, Jimin wondered if Jungkook could enchant someone just with a look of those eyes. 

And then, as sudden as he'd gotten closer, Jungkook was pulled away. Jimin breathed in a shaky breath, feeling like he was holding his breathing still the whole time they were pressed up against each other.

Taehyung had pulled the Slytherin further from his friend, sitting him down on the grass with a strict look in his eyes. He pointed his wand at him and murmured a faint finite incantatem, keeping his distance away from the black haired boy. His whole body was tense, stance ready for a fight.

Jungkook let out a cough as soon as Taehyung's spell worked, crouching on the ground and holding onto his side. The dazed look in his eyes was replaced by a grimace of pain, velvety green eyes now dark as moss at night. Jimin knealed on the ground next to him, leaning in to look at his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly. "Where did they hurt you?"

Jungkook's eyes snapped open, locking onto Jimin. He instantly leaned backwards, falling onto his back and keeping his balance with his scraped up hands digging into the ground. He looked at Jimin with the despair of a wounded animal, threatful, but aware that he was outnumbered. 

"It's okay," Jimin encouraged him. "They left, you're safe n--"

"I'm not a charity case to you," he hissed, green eyes flaming up with emotion. "Fucking Gryffindor."

Taehyung scowled, reaching out for Jimin's arm to pull the blond up from the ground. 

"Look at you bark, right after we helped you," he leaned down to brush dust off Jimin's cloak. "Come on, Jimin, let's go. Slytherin can crawl his way to his common room."

"No, Tae, he's hurt," Jimin muttered, avoiding looking at the Slytherin. Hearing Jungkook adress him with so much disgust and anger in his eyes made his heart clench a little.

"Let's at least bring him back to the castle, and then he can go figure himself out," he said louder, lips pulled into a tight line in effort to show that he doesn't care about what Jungkook said. Even though inside it really stung.

"Will you walk, or should I levitate you?" Taehyung asked Jungkook mockingly, his eyes narrowed. 

"I'll walk," the green-eyed boy answered, pulling himself up from the ground. Jimin saw his face scrunch up in pain, legs shaking under the weight. Unable to just watch from the side, he reached out and took the taller boy's elbow in his hand.

Jungkook's eyes snapped at him, lips parted, all ready to curse him out again, but Jimin was faster.

"I'll just help you get to the castle," he glared at the Slytherin. "The least you could do to thank us for helping you back there is to shut up and walk, okay?"

 It seemed like the Slytherin wanted to retort something to him, but with annoyed Taehyung looming threatfully over Jimin's back, wand still pointed in his direction, seemed to help change Jungkook's mind. He limped forward, allowing Jimin's hand stay on his arm, even relying on it a little bit to keep his balance. Taehyung let out an indignant scoff and turned around, murmuring lumos under his breath to light up his wand and leading them out of the shadowy forest side, towards the castle.

By the time they reached the entrance, the sky had turned dark, only an edge of pink and orange still visible above the Forbidden Forest. It was getting a bit chilly too, Jimin's shoulders shivering involuntarily from time to time from the touch of cold wind. Autumn had finally chased away summery, warm September evenings, he thought.

Struggling to pull Jeon up the stairs to the main entrance of the castle, Jimin allowed himself to steal a glance at the Slytherin's face. His skin was pale, almost pearly white, but together with his raven hair and deep green eyes it formed a beautiful contrast. Even with the fresh bruises and smudges of dirt along his sharp jawline, the Slytherin was still gorgeous, almost unfairly so. Jimin looked away.

He didn't want to think that way, but Jungkook was almost ethereally beautiful, like the good prince out of Muggle fairy tales, the ones that his mom read to him before bed when he was little. But Taehyung had always repeated to Jimin that Jungkook hides so much evil inside, how evil is his entire family, but now, looking at him from so close, Jimin found it hard to believe someone this purely beautiful could be that. He never saw Jungkook do anything to hurt someone. What if it all was just rumors and misunderstandings? 

"Hey," he murmured, glancing at the taller again.

Jungkook turned his neck, tired eyes meeting Jimin's. "What?"

Jimin hesitated for a second. What if he curses him out again?

"I just wanted to say sorry," he forced out the words, avoiding the Slytherin's eyes. "For those guys ganging up on you."

Having said that, he turned back towards the stairs, feeling heat pooling on his cheeks. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he stole a quick glimpse at Jungkook. The Slytherin was still watching him, expression unreadable.

"That's not on you," he said slowly, voice low, sending shivers down Jimin's spine.

"I never thought-- forget it," Jimin shook his head, suddenly really hot under his robe from all the embarrassment. "I felt like someone had to apologize, 'cause you never hurt any of them, but they wouldn't, so I-- nevermind."

He felt so stupid under Jungkook's scrutinizing gaze, but deep inside he knew that if he hadn't said sorry, he would have felt bad after. Therefore he lifted his chin high and turned to meet Jungkook's eyes with determination, only to find them crinkled at the corners, and a small smile on the Slytherin's lips. 

"You're something else," Jungkook said slowly, green eyes glued to Jimin's. 

Jimin felt all hair on his body stand up and he stared back, wide-eyed and confused. The Slytherin definitely was smirking at him right now, and Jimin didn't have a clue why. He couldn't help but take a step back, his hold on the taller loosening a bit. 

Jungkook used the chance to slip his arm out completely from Jimin's grip, and take a step back himself. 

"You go ahead," he said, looking at the smaller Gryffindor only. "My common room is in the dungeons, I'll find it by myself."

Taehyung seemed pleased with his choice, coming closer and putting his arm around Jimin. 

"You heard the Slytherin, Jimin," he said, pulling him along towards the main stairs. "Let's go."

Jimin allowed himself to be pulled away, his eyes still watching Jungkook. The Slytherin watched him back, and right before they got too far, Jimin could've sworn he saw him wink at him. Seconds later Jungkook was gone, disappearing like a gust of wind, and Jimin almost thought he'd imagined the whole thing. Maybe he had.

"What an insufferable prick," Taehyung grumbled under his nose as they entered Gryffindors' common room. The light from the fire was dimmed, and only a couple of their fellow housemates were there, sat on the floor and playing Wizard's chess. Jimin smiled at a couple of people he knew, before Taehyung pulled him along towards the stairs, leading him towards the dorm in excuse of being too tired for chitchat. 

Later, dressed in his sleeping clothes and snuggled under the covers, Jimin's thoughts came back to the green-eyed Slytherin. The way he smiled at Jimin before they separated. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all?

Most people in Hogwarts judged Slytherins without even trying to see if what they were saying was true or not. Followed by the shadow of their House, the Slytherins didn't have many friends outside of their own house. Mostly because the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws wouldn't even spare them a chance, and the Hufflepuffs were kind of in between, less angry, but still reluctant to approach them. And Slytherins were too proud to ask for friendship from people who didn't want it.

Right before he feel asleep, Jimin promised himself that if he wanted one, he would give Jeon Jungkook a chance. No matter what the others said.





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 Then a third year, Taehyung was sat at the Great hall, fingers wrapped around his breakfast croissant and a cup of coffee in his other hand. The boy next to him, Josh, was quite cute and Taehyung almost forgave Jimin for not coming down for breakfast that morning, because he could enjoy good food and company of his somewhat-crush. 

He remembered Josh's smile, his laughter, the sweetness of coffee on his tongue, and then all of a sudden there was a loud bang. The windows of the Great Hall shook from the force of the explosion, candles on the tables falling over and ceasing to burn. For a moment, the loud sound still lingered around, booming around and making plates shake, and the next moment it was all dead silent.

Taehyung turned around slowly, eyes widened with fear. His heart was hammering in his chest, mind filled of images of Death Eaters barging inside Hogwarts, with fire spilling from their wands. Destroying, burning, killing. Just like they had in his home when he was little. 

There weren't any as he turned. The Hall seemed fine, still the way it was before the explosion, apart from one boy who was stood up by the Slytherin table, and the huge hole in between the tables of Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Taehyung could see the boy's eyes, burning in cold green, all the way from where he was. He was pale as ghost and his black hair were sticking to his forehead like dark, angry vines.

"He exploded that with his mind," Josh whispered next to him. 

"Don't you know him?" another boy murmured. "It's Jeon Jungkook."

"I heard he's insane. Can't control his magic."

"His parents were Death Eaters, remember that?"

"Why would they allow him to study at Hogwarts? He's a threat to everyone!"

Taehyung watched the boy breathe unevenly, eyes looking through the murmuring crowd. They were wide, almost panicked. Seconds later, he turned on his heel and ran, ran till he reached the door and vanished behind the corner, away from the murmuring crowd and still falling dust.

Taehyung never forgot the cold, green flame of his eyes. They  reminded him too much of the flash of Avada Kedavra.









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After their adventure with the Ravenclaws and Jeon Jungkook, both Jimin and Taehyung had no desire of leaving the castle by themselves for a few days. Taehyung especially had no wish to run into any more Slytherins in trouble. 

Yet being inside Hogwarts was not much better.

After the Ravenclaws told most of their house about Jimin and Taehyung defending the notorious Jeon Jungkook, the two of them started to get attention. All Houses seemed to adapt a different outlook on what they had done. The Ravenclaws glared and threw nasty remarks, the Slytherins seemed wary and Hufflepuffs seemed outright scared of approaching this topic, or Jimin and Taehyung for that matter. Jimin watched incredulously as a group of first-year Hufflepuffs straight up ran away from them after having bumped into the Gryffindors in the halway.

"You'd think we murdered someone," Taehyung grumbled under his nose. 

Fellow Gryffindors, on the other hand, seemed to be rather intrigued by the whole ordeal. Some of the girls surrounded Jimin in the common room one night, asking if Jungkook's eyes were really that of that deep, forest-like green color, and if he was really as tall and well-built as he seemed from afar. Their guy friends were more interested in Jungkook's magic, asking if he was really capable of casting spells without speaking or using his wand, and if he tried to attack them. 

"No, he didn't! And I'm sorry, but we didn't exactly become Jeon experts on one run-in with him, okay?" Taehyung lost his patience after hearing the same question for the fifth time. "Me and Jimin just were fucking there! We helped him out because Ravenclaws were ganging up on him, and that's it. Leave us alone."

Three days after the accident, Jimin and Taehyung were just leaving the Great Hall when Jeon Jungkook was walking out with his best friend in tow. Jimin's and Jungkook's eyes met for a split second, and Jimin could've sworn Jungkook had winked at him. When he turned to ask Taehyung if he saw that, he saw his best friend eyeing the boy next to Jungkook, Min Yoongi, with narrowed eyes and a strange glint within them. 

"What is it, Tae?" he nudged his best friend, throwing a glimpse at the shorter Slytherin.

Min Yoongi was an interesting guy. He was quite short, maybe an inch or two taller than Jimin, very scrawny and pale. Yet his face was so soft that it seemed to have almost been painted with soft touches of a brush on his rosy lips, dainty neck, and stricter ones on his sharp jawline. He had cat-like eyes and raven black hair, and if he wasn't a Slytherin, Jimin would say he would definitely be Taehyung's type.

Taehyung would never admit it, though.

"I didn't like the way he looked at us," he shrugged, throwing his arm around Jimin's shoulders. "Where's your next class? I got Herbology."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Jimin murmured. 

"Wait, isn't that the one you share with Slytherins?"

Jimin nodded. He didn't even think, but that's one of the classes he actually shares with Jungkook. He never noticed before, having never really had a problem with him.

"Be careful, okay?" Taehyung pulled him into a hug. "If Jeon talks to you or is mean to you, just cast confundo and pretend your wand malfunctioned."

Jimin rolled his eyes, hitting his best friend's shoulder. "I'm not gonna get into fights with Jeon Jungkook."

Taehyung let him go only after he promised to defend himself with spells if needed.

When he actually got to class, Jimin noticed for the first time that Jungkook was sat just a few tables behind him, next to another Slytherin. His eyes were on him as soon as he steppes in though, lips quirked into a little sly smirk. Jimin didn't like the look in his eyes one bit.

The classroom for Defense against the Dark Arts was always the most spacious and the most crowded class of all. The walls in the classroom were tall, some of the stone above the students' heads had blackened spots from spells who missed their target. Jimin sat down at his usual place by the window, next to a girl named Suzie whom he didn't know too well and who seemed to be rather quiet. He missed Taehyung a lot during this class, because no matter if he wanted to study well, he enjoyed chatting and laughing from time to time.

Pouting, Jimin dumped his backpack next to his legs. Curious, he turned his neck a bit to see if Jeon was still watching him. 

Just as he turned, Jeon, who was leaning his chin on his hand, met his eyes with his green-eyed stare. Jimin hated how attractive he looked, black hair tousled as though he didn't even bother to deal with them, but it still worked in his favor. He raised his eyebrow at Jimin, as though challenging him. Jimin frowned and turned back, ripping a piece of paper out of his notebook. 

What?  he scribbled, then rumpled the paper into a tiny ball. Making sure the professor wouldn't see him, he pointed his wand at the little paper and murmured wingardium leviosa, sending the paper to float towards Jeon's table.

He saw Jungkook catch the tiny paper in the air, long, slender fingers moving quickly to pry it open. The thin silver rings on his fingers caught the light, gleaming beautifully on Jungkook's white skin. There were four on his left hand, only his ring finger left bare. Jimin wondered why. 

For a second, Jungkook stared at the paper in his hand, then chuckled and scribbled something back. Jimin barely made it to turn back before the Slytherin looked back up.

"Is something the matter, Mr. Park?" the professor, newly hired middle-aged lady whose name nobody remembered, asked him with a reprimanding look on her face. "You keep moving around."

Jimin brushed back his blonde fringe, feeling his cheeks flushing. "No, professor, it's all fine."

She gave him a meaningful look before turning back and opening her book. Jimin sat all tense, pretending to listen to her rumble about Patronuses. A few seconds later,I he felt something touch his pinky finger gently, and found the piece of paper he'd sent Jungkook's way before. Yet now it was folded neatly into a shape of a butterfly, Jungkook's message written across its wings.

Jimin let the butterfly climb into his palm, unwillingly in awe of the beauty of Jungkook's spell. He wondered how and why Jungkook learned how to do this, and why did he do it to send a note to Jimin of all people.

The butterfly folded itself out into a simple note in Jimin's palm, revealing sharp, elegant handwriting. 

Are you expecting me to say it's nothing? Cuz that's not it.

Jimin frowned. He picked up his quill.

What a waste of paper. Why don't you just tell me what you want and we go back to pretending the other doesn't exist?

When the professor turned, Jimin threw the paper over his shoulder in the speed of wind, hoping that Jeon saw it. 

Seconds later, the butterfly flew over again, landing on Jimin's shoulder. The Gryffindor grabbed it not too gently, eyeing the professor.

 I never agreed to that, Park Jimin.

 Jimin looked at the piece of paper, biting his lip. What was Jeon's deal? He turned around, narrowing his eyes at the Slytherin, who was sitting laid back on his chair, head turned, jawline prominent and a smirk on his lips. The epitome of a douche. The second his and Jimin's eyes met, he winked, tongue peeking out from between his parted lips. 

Jimin turned back around, flustered and annoyed. Just ignore him, he told himself. Jeon probably is bored by the class and just wants to play around with a silly Gryffindor, and Jimin makes a good target because he reads the notes, and turns and looks when he shouldn't even bother. He was always a little more obedient and well-behaved than Taehyung, because Taehyung was like dynamite - one spark and he went off, while Jimin preferred to walk away without stirring too many problems. 

For the rest of the class, Jimin had his fingers clutched around his book, shoulders curled in, avoiding the temptation of looking back at Jungkook. The paper butterfly came over again, but Jimin didn't look at it, pretended it wasn't there even when it fluttered around his hand and poked his fingers a few times. He was quite proud of himself for holding up for an entire hour, not turning to see Jungkook's face once.

 As soon as the professor announced the end of the class, Jimin shot up from his desk and shoved his things into his backpack, hurrying to get out of the classroom faster than the Slytherins. He was halfway out the door when he felt someone grip onto his elbow and pull him aside. Jimin looked up, knowing who it would be before he saw him, and as expected, Jeon Jungkook was hovering over him, green eyes shinning with mirth and corner of his lips quirked.

He pulled Jimin further away from the door and the crowd of Gryffindors and Slytherins, his wide shoulders and floating cloak hiding Jimin's frame entirely. One of his hands stayed on Jimin's arm, a heavy reminder of how much physically and maybe even magically stronger he was than Jimin. 

"What do you want?" the blond asked tiredly, looking up at the Slytherin with furrowed eyebrows.Why did he have to be so tall? Annoyed, Jimin crossed his arms over his chest to make his 173 cm of stature look more intimidating. 

 "Why didn't you read my note?" Jeon asked, his big eyes following Jimin's every move. He looked down from the busted up blue converses to a little too long of a cloak, eyeing the red Gryffindor tie and then making its way up Jimin's neck, lips, and then finally eyes. Jimin couldn't help but feel that he was just checked out, and didn't know in what intention.

 "Because none of your answers made sense," he grumbled, shoving Jungkook's hand away from his elbow. "I got annoyed."

Jungkook's eyes lingered on Jimin's hand near his own, and Jimin felt the blush coming from the way he eyed Jimin's small baby hands. Taehyung cooed at Jimin for his tiny fingers and in general small build, and for some reason Jimin believed that would be the one thing he and Jeon would agree on. Not that Taehyung would ever agree to involve himself with Jeon and talk about Jimin's hands. And not that Jimin would ever allow this topic to be discussed with his best friend and... nevermind. 

 "Listen, Jimin," the Slytherin said quietly, emerald eyes moving back up to his. "It was wrong of me to call you a fucking Gryffindor. It was disrespectful and I was totally out of line. I'm sorry."

Jimin breathed in a surprised breath. 

"Huh?" he murmured, looking up at Jungkook. 

Jungkook leaned in a little, biting his lip. "Yeah, I was angry and confused, and you were... I was just venting. You got the hit of it, and you didn't deserve it."

Jimin took a step backwards, feeling his cheeks heating up a little from the proximity to the Slytherin. Jungkook watched him move, something alike to worry etched into his eyes. 

"U-uh," the Gryffindor stuttered. "Thanks? It's not a big deal anyways. You're forgiven."

Jungkook scratched the back of his neck, letting out a small noise of frustration, which bewildered Jimin even further. It seemed like Jungkook wanted something from him, but at the same time, what could he probably want from Jimin? Jimin tilted his head to the side, observing the taller suspiciously. Jungkook looked back at him, and even with the dim lighting of the hallway, Jimin could've sworn his cheeks were a little rosier than usual. 

The silence dragged on for a little too long for Jimin to be comfortable, with Jungkook just watching him and biting his lips, seemingly wanting to add something to his apology. He brushed his hair back with his fingers and let out a cough.

"I'll be on my way then. Thanks again...for the apology."

He cringed inside because of how awkward he sounded, but still, that was his chance to get away. And that was exactly what he did. Jimin slipped away from the Slytherin quicker than a ghost, and seconds later, he was rushing down the hall towards the library where he was supposed to meet Taehyung. His heart was beating fast in his chest, and Jimin was so flustered and confused.

He decided not to tell Taehyung about this. 









 The smell of smoke was awful - it filled Taehyung's lungs, stuck to his clothes, squeezed his throat. He couldn't see much but orange light, coming from the gap between the door and the floor, followed by trails of black smoke. His little sister was coughing so heavy beside him, his brother clutching her tight to his chest. As the oldest, Taehyung was in front, right beside the door to their room. He listened to daddy yelling outside.

There were loud bangs and crashes everywhere, people were yelling. The neighbors heard the Death Eaters come, they came to help Taehyung's dad. 

 "Eunha!" Taehyung heard his dad's voice. "The kids are inside! The kids!"

Taehyung bit his lip so hard blood started falling down his chin. He couldn't cry, couldn't show fear, because then his sister and brother would also be scared. He took in a deep breath, wiped away the blood, and turned to his siblings with a shaky smile on his face.

"Mommy is coming to help us, okay?" he murmured. "Just hang on."

Seconds later, the door opened with a crash, and Taehyung's mom rushed inside. Blood was trickling down her temple, her cloak was ripped in a few places. But the look on her face was the scariest of all. She seemed panicked, eyes wide, empty, as she grabbed Taehyung and his siblings and held them tight.

Taehyung felt like all of air was sucked out from his lungs as she made them all Apparate away from their burning house. There was a loud cracking sound as they did and it didn't take long to arrive. Taehyung fell on his knees onto the grass next to their home.

"Jaehyun!" he heard his mom yell.

Taehyung made it to raise his eyes from the ground, and see the green light. Then everything turned dark.



Taehyung woke up shivering, head burried in his arms uncomfortably. There was a deep ache in his neck from laying in that position for too long. He got up from the table, stretching his neck out and letting out a tired moan.

"That's why you don't sleep in the library," low voice drawled out next to him. 

Taehyung turned his neck to see who was talking. His eyes narrowed instinctively as soon as he was met with a lazy smirk of Min Yoongi.

For how long the Slytherin was sat next to him, Taehyung didn't know, because when he sat down there to study Charms, he sure as hell wasn't. Now he was all comfortable on the chair just next to Taehyung's, one arm slung lazily over the back of his chair, slender neck turned so that he could smirk down at the Gryffindor. Taehyung stretched out his back to full length, looking down at the Slytherin with annoyance.

"There's plenty of seats all around," he said, "why are you here?"

Min Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him, dark brown eyes shinning with amusement. "I didn't see this one was taken. Or you just didn't want a Slytherin sitting next to you?"

"Both," Taehyung affirmed, frowning at the other's smugness. "My best friend is coming to sit in that spot, and I don't want your filthy house anywhere near me. So go."

"Hm," the Slytherin ran his tongue past the seam of his thin lips. "I don't think that's true."

Taehyung eyed him with mistrust. That morning, he saw him in the passing walking alongside Jeon, and he had a feeling that something was not right with this guy. He did not like the way he was looking at him, as though there was a secret they shared and Taehyung did not share any secrets with Slytherins. More so with Jeon Jungkook's best friend. 

"Listen, I don't care what you think," he grumbled, opening a random book in a gesture that he hoped screamed fuck off. "Just go somewhere and bother someone else."

Of all the reactions Taehyung had expected, laughter was not one of them. Min Yoongi threw his head back, revealing long, slender slope of his neck as he laughed, eyes crinkling into crescents and thin lips quirked. Taehyung watched him with a frown, asking himself what in the world could've been so funny about what he just said. 

The Slytherin looked at him, remnants of laughter still sticking to his features. 

 "You're cute, Kim Taehyung," he said amusedly, pushing his chair back and standing up, bag flung over his shoulder. "And the thing you said about not wanting my house near you?" 

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at him, waiting. 

Min Yoongi smirked, reaching out to brush Taehyung's overgrown fringe with his long fingers. 

"I like a challenge," he whispered playfully. His touch was feather light, and if Taehyung wasn't looking at him, he might've not known he was touched.

The next moment he was walking away, leaving Taehyung behind more confused and irritated than he's ever been. During 6 years he kept his interractions with Slytherins minimal, and he liked it that way. It was his choice. What is up with not one, but two Slytherins suddenly turning up in his life? 

"Hey, Tae, sorry I'm late," Jimin murmured, catching his breath. He started unpacking as soon as he reached the table, cheeks a bit rosier than usual. Taehyung shoved away the weird feelings stirring inside him to focus on his best friend, who seemed distracted, like his mind was somewhere else. He reached out and placed his hand on Jimin's elbow, looking up at his startled eyes. 

"Are you okay?" 

 Jimin nodded absent-mindedly, plopping down on the chair beside him and opening a book for Potions. Taehyung watched him pretend to read for a second.


The blond boy lifted his eyes from the book, looking at Taehyung a bit guiltily.

"Tell me what happened," he murmured, getting closer to his friend and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Did Jeon approach you? Say something mean? Should I end him?"

Jimin just shook his head, turning back at the Potions' book.

Taehyung sighed. "Come on, Chim. Just spit it out."

"He apologized," Jimin murmured, his cute little fingers running through honey coloured hair. "He was really nice about it, too."

 Taehyung flinched back, startled. Jeon apologizing to Jimin, Min Yoongi coming up to him and talking nonsense, what was up with these Slytherins? Were they planning something now ? There was no way they suddenly became so nice. 

He, Taehyung, can hold up against them and whatever they were planning, but he'd be damned if he let anyone ever hurt Jimin.

"Don't worry, Chim," he nudged the blond boy, who was hunched over his book and seemed very worried. "He's not gonna touch you. I'll protect you."

Jimin looked at Taehyung, his full lips forming a pout. "I can take care of myself. And also, he truly was very nice. There's nothing to worry about, Tae."

Taehyung hummed non-commitally, reaching out to stroke Jimin's head. It's better that Jimin thinks that way and doesn't worry. He can make sure that Jeon and his minions don't get to his best friend without him noticing a thing.

"Okay, Chim. We should probably catch up on those readings."

 As they both focused on their books, Taehyung stole a glimpse of Jimin. His small stature, swimming even in the cloak that was made for him. Whenever Taehyung looked at Jimin, he felt so much need, want to protect, because Jimin was way too kind and selfless for this world. There were so many moments when he thought he wouldn't get through hardships and Jimin had always been there with him, held him, cried with him, and pulled him back on his feet. Watching him taught Taehyung how to care take care of his mom and siblings better, how to understand other people better, because there was no one better in understanding than Park Jimin.

Jimin's gonna be fine, he promised to himself. 

Whatever happens, Jimin is gonna be fine. 

Chapter Text

Sometimes Jimin believed that when bad things happen, they always happen all at once. As though god didn't want you to be prepared.

First of all, this strange situation he had unwillingly started with Jeon Jungkook for almost two weeks now, was always on the back of his mind. Even though Jimin secretly hoped he and the Slytherin would go back to not acknowledging each other, it didn't seem like that was going to happen. Or, to be more precise, that hope didn't seem to be shared from the Slytherin's side. Whenever he and Jungkook ended up in the same space, even if it was a hallway across from each other, the Gryffindor could feel those emerald eyes lazily following him right until he managed to disappear behind the nearest stone wall or stairs. It was more nerve wrecking than Jimin wanted to admit.

Jimin really didn't have time to worry about the Jungkook's intentions, though. With the middle of October approaching, there were so many little tasks and homework piled up from all classes that he really couldn't allow himself to worry about anything wasn't in cauldrons or books. Not to mention that Taehyung was equally as stressed, having to ace every paper and exam in Herbology in order to pursue his longtime dream of becoming a Healer. Just last night he had kept Jimin up till four in the morning, tossing and turning in his bed and repeating the names of plants Jimin had never heard of before. 

On one especially cold Friday morning, Jimin was just on his way from the common room to the Great Hall, hoping to grab something to eat before Charms when he heard his name being called.

"Jimin! Jimin, hey!" 

The Gryffindor turned his head, startled. 

"Jimin, finally!" Hoseok caught up to him, a happy grin wide on his face. "Man, you really are distracted. I've been calling your name like five times."

"Sorry, hyung," Jimin gave him an apologetic smile. "There's lot on my mind lately. N.E.W.Ts, you know."

Hoseok waved it off, eyes turning into happy crescents. Fitting for a Hufflepuff, Hoseok was one of the friendliest and happiest people Jimin had ever meet. He and Jimin first encountered each other on the train first year, hitting it off right from the start with their similar sense of humor and equally energetic personalities. Hoseok was also a Muggle born like Jimin, therefore it was nice to talk to someone about football or computer games without wide-eyed stares and questions like do Muggles really spend hours kicking a ball around the field? 

"I've got something for you. You missed the mail this morning since you didn't come to breakfast," Hoseok explained, digging through the pockets of his cloak. "There it is!"

He handed Jimin an envelope, the Gryffindor instantly recognizing the writing on the letter. "Thanks, hyung."

"No problem. Do you want to grab something to eat?"

Jimin nodded, and the two of them headed towards the Great Hall. Hoseok's continous chattering filled up the silence nicely. Jimin put the letter in his bag, planning to read it after eating something, maybe during his free period.

Most of the students had already eaten, therefore the tables were quite empty. Hoseok joined Jimin at the half-empty Gryffindor table, laughing at his fellow Hufflepuffs jokingly calling him a traitor. 

"Where's Tae?" Hoseok asked, looking around for the taller Gryffindor.

"He's taking extra classes with professor Longbottom," Jimin explained, grabbing a tasty looking sandwich from a golden tray in the middle of the table. "I think he's a little stressed about the exam. Plants aren't his thing."

"I thought Potions would be more important?" Hoseok asked, already munching on his toast.

"It is, but Tae is good at potions. He just wants to do well on every exam to be sure he gets in at St Mongo's."

"I see," the Hufflepuff nodded. "There shouldn't be a problem anyway, Tae is super talented."

"I keep telling him that all the time, but he doesn't listen," Jimin murmured, playing with the folds of his robe. Tae would do well in the exam- it was Jimin who should be concerned. He still didn't know what he wanted to do after finishing Hogwarts, and this being his last year added enormously to all the stress. He might be almost 18 years old, only a couple of weeks left till his birthday in October, but Jimin didn't feel sure of himself at all. How does one decide what they want to do for the rest of their lives just like that?

Jimin looked up from his sandwich, suddenly not feeling that hungry anymore. He stood up and grabbed his bag, giving Hoseok a rushed smile.

"Sorry, hyung, I just remembered I have to do something real quick. See you later, okay?"

Hoseok barely even made it to complain he's not at his table and now he looks stupid before Jimin scurried out of the Great Hall. He felt bad for bolting out on his hyung like that, but he hated showing others how stressed he actually was. After getting out of the Great Hall, Jimin took a turn, walking down the steps leading out of the castle into the backyard. There were some students walking around, but most of them were third and fourth years, so Jimin passed them by quickly. He spotted a bench further away that was empty, half-hidden from the castle by a big willow tree.

Once sat, he pulled out his mom's letter, not really knowing what to expect. The paper was folded and a little smudged, seemingly having traveled a long distance. Biting his lip with nervousness, Jimin unfolded it with shaky fingers, and started reading.



It has been a long time since we last heard from you. Jihyun's doing well at school, but the money is very tight at the moment. Your dad barely makes it to take care of the restaurant all by himself. You're coming back after this year, right? It's time to stop playing around with your "magic" and get back to the real world.



Jimin took in a shaky breath.

That was it. The last time she had seen Jimin was over two years ago, when he decided to come back home for summer vacations instead of spending them at Tae's. Jimin never had a close relationship with his parents, both of them finding his decision to pursue magic ridiculous, and not particularly interested in their son's wishes. They were Muggles after all, and Jimin tried to understand that the only magic they grew up seeing was those cheap bunny-hat tricks and witches in stupid hats.

But to be honest, the day he left for Hogwarts was the day he started to live without a trace of his parents in his life anymore.

But still, not even asking how Jimin was, if he was alright, hurt. Not that he expected it, but still. Not to mention that they only wanted him home so that he could once again help out serving and washing dishes at their family's restaurant.

Jimin heaved a sigh. He wanted to stay there a little longer by himself, think about things and calm down before going to class, but the wind was harsh, and the clouds above his head were tinted with threatening dark grey. He stood up reluctantly, rubbing at his eyes to will away the traitorous stinging, and threw his backpack over one shoulder. His mother's letter ended up in the pocket of his cloak, squished next to his wand. 



















A week before


Yoongi was used to having bad days. Usually, on those days he preferred to sleep in and skip on every single meal in the Great Hall just so he didn't have to deal with other people. He didn't mind the fact that doing that was definitely antisocial. He did things he wanted to do, regardless of what people might think.

Yet Jungkook, that kid he became friends with a few years ago, was somehow an exception. Yoongi was not the type to get attached easily, but damn, did he get attached to the green eyed kid. It got to the point where he would actually miss him during the holidays, when the two of them would be away at their parent's homes, and the only way to contact each other was writing letters (Yoongi had never written a letter before he met Jungkook, yet for that boy, he did).

There was just something about that kid, that made Yoongi want to treat him well. Maybe it was the fact that he suffered through enough within his family, or maybe the fact that in school, he was not treated much better. He was an outcast, even in Slytherin, just like Yoongi had been. But maybe his situation was a bit worse, because Jungkook had done nothing to bring this upon himself.

"Yoongi," said kid grumbled on the other side of the room.

Yoongi opened his eyes, turning his neck to look at him. He was sat on the neatly made bed, thick eyebrows furrowed above big, green eyes. Sometimes Yoongi couldn't believe the contrasts that existed within that boy - how tall and of a manly stature he was, yet one look in those huge eyes, and you felt like you're in front of a fucking overgrown baby. A baby, whose eyes turned into crescents when he smiled his bunny smile, yet whose same eyes turned pitch black and sharp jaw clenched whenever he was mad. Contrasts, contrasts.

"Hmm?" he let out a sound, knowing exactly what Jungkook was going to say.

It's been days...

"Yoongi, it's been days," Jungkook fussed as expected. "You haven't moved from that bed for two days. This is not healthy."

"I'm not trying to be healthy," he retorted, covering his eyes with the back of his hand. "Actually, I'm actively trying to die."

"Don't be ridiculous," Jungkook scoffed, getting up from the bed and striding toward's Yoongi's. "You're eating breakfast with me whether you like it or not. Get up."

Yoongi groaned, but let himself be pulled up to a sitting position. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Jungkook was way stronger than him, both physically and magically. Not that he would ever exert his power against Yoongi, but there was no doubt that if he would, he would win. 

"Alright, alright," Yoongi grumbled, pushing the covers away with a longing look. "I'm getting up."

A couple of groans and a shower later, he and Jungkook were on their way to the Great Hall. The kid was telling him about the new potion he'd found in some old Potions book, one that supposedly makes muscles grow faster. Yoongi eyed him disapprovingly as they entered through the big doors into the Great Hall and turned towards the Slytherin table. The two of them ignored the first years, who moved away as soon as they sat down.

"I think your muscles are big enough, Kook."

Jungkook raised his arm at Yoongi, giving him a look. "If I drink that potion, my arms will be twice as big as they are now, you see?"

Yoongi grabbed a sandwich, his stomach growling at the smell of freshly cooked bacon and melted cheese. 

"Why do you suddenly want to be a muscle pig, huh?" he asked. "Is it due to a certain someone?"

He could see the kid subconsciously peek at the Gryffindor table, before he caught himself and glared back at Yoongi. 

"You know nothing."

Yoongi just shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip of coffee. Gosh, he could do without food, but that sip of coffee felt like a breath of fresh air. Next time he should make Jungkook bring him a cup right to his bed.

"Hey, Yoongi."

Unused to anyone else but Jungkook saying his name, Yoongi turned to his right with a frown, only to find his classmate from Transfiguration (Tom? Tim?) smiling at him with a smile that promised no good. His dark brown hair were so frizzy today it seemed like he'd went and gotten a perm.

"Yeah?" Yoongi asked, unimpressed, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Would you be up for a challenge?" Tom (or Tim) asked, his smile turning more wicked with every second. "Me and a couple of other boys here have a bet we wanna make, just looking for someone who'd have the balls to take it."

Yoongi threw a look at Jungkook, but the kid wasn't paying attention - he was sniffing his pumpkin juice suspiciously. Damn his sensitive nose.

"Go on," he shrugged at Tom. 

"Well, there's this guy, Kim Taehyung," the brown haired boy explained, leaning in closer to Yoongi. "He keeps dissing Slytherins everywhere he turns. Calls us snakes. And no one's doing anything about it."

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. It's been years since the Great war, and almost everyone in Hogwarts were long over the entire Slytherin - Gryffindor-are-eternal-enemies thing. Sure, Slytherins were nowhere near popular amongst the other houses, but what? Snakes ? For someone to be hissing about his House like that, no, Yoongi was not going to just sit there and take it. 

"What's your plan?" he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. "If you're wanting to beat him up somewhere, I'm not in. Slytherins don't do that kind of shit anymore."

"Oh no," Tom grinned, his friends shaking their heads in the background. "What we're planning is way more subtle. You see, Kim keeps telling everyone that he would never date a Slytherin, and we thought - why not make him eat those words up?"

Yoongi let out a startled laugh, having expected many things but not that. "You want me to punish Kim Taehyung by dating him? Wow, thanks for the compliment."

"Why not?" the boy asked, his eyes sparkling with ill willed excitement. "Let him fall in love with you and then break his heart. Make him see that Slytherins don't take anyone's shit lightly."

Yoongi took another bite of his sandwich, contemplating. He could see the point in it, but still - making this boy fall in love with him? That would be a lot of work, lots of effort, and Yoongi doesn't do anything that begins with lots of something. He didn't like trying hard for anything.

But to be honest, this did sound kind of fun. He loved a challenge, and he loved to show self-centered fools their place.

"Alright then," he said lazily. "Point me out the kid, and I'll see what I can do."

Tom looked like Christmas had come early. The smile on his face was so bright that it almost clashed with his sharp, almost vulture like features - dark eyes, angled cheekbones and sharp jawline. He clearly was no saint, and if Yoongi cared more, he probably wouldn't have associated himself with someone like that. 

"It's the guy at the Gryffindor's table, sat next to the short blond guy. The cute one."

Yoongi stole a glimpse at the table, eyeing said blond laugh at something his neighbor said. He was damn cute, that Kim Taehyung, he noted. Eyes big, brown and expressive, thick eyebrows, delicate cheekbones. And the smile he was giving the boy beside him was rectangular, somewhat boyish and cute, eyes all sparkly. The mop of longer-than-needed brown hair that kept falling into his eyes, making him push it away every few seconds with an irritated huff, had its charm too. He didn't look like someone who bitched about other houses, yet appearances can be deceiving.

Not bad, though, Yoongi smirked to himself, his tongue peeking past his lips. It doesn't seem like he'd mind spending some time around that.

"Though Kook," he turned to his friend, who had already finished his breakfast and had a book open, leaning onto his glass of pumpkin juice. "Isn't that your boy there, next to Kim? That blond haired one, thick lips, crescent eyes."

Jungkook looked up from the book instantly, eyeing the Gryffindor table. It almost made Yoongi want to throw up how quickly the focused look in his eyes became soft, somewhat vulnerable as soon as he laid his eyes on the blond.

"He's not my boy," he murmured. "I'm just... intrigued by him. A bit."

"Right," not in the mood for a mushy talk, Yoongi brushed it off. "Do you know Kim, then?"

Jungkook's eyes moved towards the boy next to the blond, who was currently sipping on pumpkin juice as he listened to Jimin tell him something animatedly, hands waving in the air and eyes full of emotion.

"He's Jimin best friend," he said, turning back at Yoongi. "Why are you interested in him, though?"

Yoongi turned to his other side, but Tom and his friends were already gone. He huffed, turning back at the green eyed kid.

"I guess I might've just gotten myself into a bet. And Kim's the guy whose head the bet is placed upon."

"What?" Jungkook sat straighter, alarmed. "You bet on Kim Taehyung?"

"I bet on making him fall in love with me and then dumping him, because the fool's been dissing Slytherin left and right," Yoongi grumbled, not liking the judging look in those big emerald eyes. "Don't look at me like that, kid. I do not let Gryffindors step all over my house."

"Yoongi, you can't," Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows at him, lips pressed into a thin line. "They helped me before. When those Ravenclaws ganged up on me, Jimin and Taehyung were the only ones who stepped up to help me."

Yoongi's fists clenched everytime he heard about that. If he had been there, those Ravenclaws would've lost limbs for touching his kid.

"If I remember right, it was your boy who stepped up. You said Kim was not interested in helping you," he grumbled. 

"Does it matter, Yoongi? Betting on him like that is wrong. And if Jimin finds out..."

"He won't talk to you anymore? Jungkook, it's not you who's doing the bet, it's me. And it's not Jimin I'm betting on. This is between me and Kim, just me and him. Furthermore, for your sake I will make it so that he never knows there was a bet in the first place."

Jungkook's broad shoulders scrunched up as he eyed Yoongi with almost despair. "I know you're not going to listen to me, Yoongi, but don't do it. Not for me, but for you. It's wrong, and you're going to regret it."

Yoongi waved his hand at him dismissively. "Worrying about me should be the last thing on your mind, kid."

Jungkook pulled up his backpack and stood up, shaking his head. "Don't tell me I didn't warn you."

As he and Jungkook were leaving the Great Hall, the Park kid was just leaving with Kim Taehyung. Even though he didn't want to make him suspect anything, Yoongi couldn't stop himself from stealing a glance at the taller Gryffindor. Damn, Kim Taehyung was really beautiful. Long legs, thin waist and narrow shoulders, everything about him so dainty, fragile, yet so gorgeous.

As Yoongi looked at his face, Kim Taehyung's eyes met his. And for a second, it was just the two of them in the entire hall, deep brown eyes locked tightly.

You don't even know what's coming at you, Yoongi thought as he stared back.

The truth was, neither of them did.
























Jimin just couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard he tried to. He spent hours tossing and turning in his bed, but sleep just didn't come his way. He let out an irritated huff as he sat up and pushed the covers away, placing his feet on the cold stone floor. 

He didn't know why the wheels in his mind just couldn't stop turning. His mom's letter, the N.E.W.Ts, stressed out Taehyung, all of those things just kept emerging from the depths of his brain and plaguing him until anxiety kicked in and his heart started pounding. Jimin ran his fingers through his hair, breathing deeply, stealing a glimpse at the old wooden clock, placed at the wall of the shared dorm. The shorter handle was pointing at 3 A.M.

Jimin stood up, legs a little shaky. He knew that the students had no right to leave the dormitory at night, but at this point he didn't care if he was caught, he just needed to walk, to move. He looked at himself in the mirror, eyed the white and blue striped pyjamas he was wearing, that were so loose that they kept falling off one shoulder. He contemplated changing into jeans, but decided against it, just grabbing an oversized white sweater to pull on top. For a second, he hesitated before grabbing his school robe, too. Trying hard not to wake the other boys, Jimin sneaked out through the doors, carefully closing them behind him.

Sneaking past the Fat Lady was surprisingly easy. She was asleep, leaning against her chair, and Jimin just had to leave a tiny gap without closing the door completely so that he could hopefully sneak back in before she woke up. He couldn't believe his luck, turning down to walk down the hallway, enlightened by silvery moonlight that slipped in through the tall windows. Jimin was heedful, looking around every few minutes and listening attentively if he heard someone else's steps approaching him, but there was nothing. Just long, stony hallways, full of paintings which were all deep asleep. The beauty of the sleeping castle distracted Jimin from his thoughts, leaving him in awe of feeling like he was the only one awake in entire Hogwarts. 

Unknowingly to himself even, Jimin ended up at the stairs leading to the Clock tower. He kept climbing them, suddenly wishing to see the castle and surrounding hills from up there, wondering how that would feel as he had never done that in whole 6 and a half years he'd been here. The climb made him work up a sweat, anxiety slowly trickling away as his body concentrated on the exercise.

When he finally reached the clock, Jimin took a deep breath and looked around. And froze in his tracks. There was someone there already - a tall silhouette, leaning against the railing, watching the huge clock hands move round the circle. Since the sound of metal was magically muted to highest softness, Jimin was sure the stranger heard him come up the stairs.

As though hearing his thoughts, the figure turned, the moonlight falling on disheveled, longer than needed mop of hair and a sharp jaw. Jimin recognized him immediately.

"You?" he breathed out.

Jungkook took a step back, tilting his head to one side, raven hair falling messily over his forehead, neck bare against the silvery moonlight. He was only dressed in a white sleeveless t-shirt and green pyjama pants, which made Jimin shiver because it was autumn, and the castle was all stone - meaning anywhere away from the Common room fire was freezing. Heck, he was freezing with a sweater and a robe.

"Park Jimin?" the Slytherin asked, sounding as surprised as Jimin felt. "What is a good little Gryffindor like you doing up here?"

Narrowing his eyes at the patronizing tone, Jimin took a step closer, eyeing the Slytherin with distrust. "Don't call me that. I needed to clear my head."

"All the way up at the Clock tower?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Did you want to feel closer to God or something?" 

"Shut up," Jimin eyed his half-undressed state, trying hard not to blush at the hard lines of muscle lining Jungkook's exposed arms. "Aren't you cold like this? It's fucking freezing."

Jungkook turned his neck to look down at himself, and then stared back at Jimin. "I come here almost every night. My body's used to the cold."

Jimin bit his lip, trying to hold back all the questions he wanted to ask, but it wasn't easy. Why would the Slytherin come here every night? Is it also the need to clear his head, to escape, or is he doing something else here? Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, Jimin looked around, trying to see any other things that would give him a hint of what Jeon was doing here all by himself.

"You seem troubled," the corner of Jungkook's lips turned, a cheeky grin on his face irritating even half-hidden in the shadows.

He definitely noticed.

"That's none of your business," Jimin murmured, slipping out of his robe. "I can't look at you like this. Take the robe, put it on. You'll get a cold like this."

Jimin reached out towards Jungkook, robe heavy in his hands. He avoided the Slytherin's eyes, but he could feel the stare of his burning on his skin. Seconds later, he heard Jungkook take a step closer, his long fingers brushing against Jimin's as he took the piece of clothing out of his hands. Jimin looked up in surprise, watching Jungkook as he inspected the robe.

"This has Gryffindor crest on it," he commented, looking up at JImin sharply. "I'm not going to wear your house's colours."

All the shyness, hesitation, embarrassment - every emotion that was even remotely positive or Jungkook-induced, vanished from Jimin's head in a split second. He let out a scoff, taking a step forward and snatching the robe out of Jungkook's hands.

"You don't have to be such a fucking dick all the time," he hissed, glaring into the Slytherin's eyes. "I was trying to be nice. There is nothing wrong with my house."

Jungkook's eyes widened at his response, lips parting. He looked like he wanted to say something, but Jimin was not going to listen to that guy any longer. He turned around, fuming, stomping away angrily from the Slytherin, wanting to get as far from him as possible. 

"Jimin," he heard behind him, heavy steps following. "Jimin, wait."

Just as Jimin was about to turn around and give the Slytherin a piece of his mind, a scream ripped through the silence of the sleeping castle. Jimin froze in his spot, Jungkook immediately appearing next to him.

"What the hell was that?" he whispered.

Jungkook looked down at him, his eyes dark and serious, calculating. "I don't know, but nothing good."

Jimin shook his head, taking a step towards the stairs before a heavy grip on his arm stopped him in his tracks. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Someone might be hurt!" Jimin turned back, feeling frustrated. "I need to go see if they need help!"

"Jimin, we're not supposed to be out of the dorms, and if someone was attacked, it's not safe," Jungkook murmured in a hushed voice, pulling him back a little. 

"If you're too scared--"

"For you, idiot," Jungkook cut him off, eyes staring intently into Jimin's. "It's not fucking safe for you."

"I'm not going to sit here and do nothing!" Jimin groaned, pulling at Jungkook's grip, but it wasn't budging. "Let me go."

Jungkook let out a frustrated groan as he closed his eyes and pulled the shorter Gryffindor back again. "Okay, we'll go, stop fucking squirming. But stay behind me and do everything I say, you hear me?"

"The fucking audacity, you have no right--"

"Jimin," Jungkook cut him off, his whole posture tense. "Get behind me."

Jimin didn't want to admit his loss, but he was worried about the person who screamed, and there was no time to argue with Jeon at this time of the night. He disgruntledly shuffled over behind Jungkook, following closely as the Slytherin rushed down the steps. The scream didn't sound like it came from too far, therefore Jimin was in full alarm, his fingers gripping tightly onto his wand. Jungkook had his wand already in his hand, his muscles tense as he pointed it before him. 

The closer they got to the hallway, the more frightening the silence was to Jimin. Without his and Jungkook's steps there was no sound - no other scream, no people talking. Jimin's heart was beating so fast he could feel it in his throat. 

All of a sudden, Jungkook stopped. 

"The paintings," he breathed out. "What the fuck?"

Jimin swallowed and peeked out from behind his shoulder, his whole body going numb the second he saw the paintings. All of the paintings he walked past less than half-an-hour ago had been turned around, their backs facing the hallway. It was such a bizarre, frightening view. Uneasiness heavy in the pit of his stomach, Jimin felt himself grasp onto Jungkook's arm.

The two of them took the few last steps and stepped out onto the hallway. The candles on the walls had been put out and the hallway was drowned in the dark.

"I'm going to light up my wand," Jungkook whispered. "Be ready, if anyone attacks."

Jimin murmured in confirmation, raising his wand. His whole body was tense, not a muscle in his body relaxed. His heart was pumping, but in his mind, Jimin was prepared to fight and defend himself.


For a moment, Jimin was blinded by the white light of Jungkook's wand, the sound of their quick breaths and his grip on Jungkook the only thing that grounded him in the confusion. When the light behind his eyelids finally turned less dazzling, Jimin slowly opened his eyes. 

And then he saw someone lying on the ground. They were lying face down, school robe covering the person's frame.

"Oh my god," he pushed past Jungkook, falling onto his knees on the cold stone, turning the girl over from lying upon her chest. Jungkook was next to him in a second as Jimin felt her neck for a pulse, breathing out a breath of relief when he found one.

"I know her, she's a fourth year, Hufflepuff," Jimin murmured quickly, pulling off his robe hastily and wrapping it around her. "She's freezing, we need to call the professors. Jungkook, can you lift her up? I can try, but I'm not that-- nevermind, I'll--"


"What?" Jimin turned to look at him, but the Slytherin was looking down at the girl's hands. Jimin followed his gaze.

As soon as he laid his eyes on what Jungkook was looking at, Jimin couldn't help the shocked gasp that escapes his lips. Preoccupied with making sure she was alive and okay, he didn't notice that there was more to this attack than just her being unconscious. Jimin swallowed heavily. How could something like this be happening in Hogwarts?

The poor girl's hands were wide open and frozen, fingers stunned in most unnatural positions, as though someone wanted her to look like she'd been crawling on the stone floor for hours. On her bruised palms, her attacker had written something in red. 

Be careful, Mudbloods.