A/N: HELLO I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I started writing it a while ago but then I fucked up my leg and almost got COVID and now I’m studying for midterms and it’s a whole ass mess. Honestly I have no idea how unpredictable my update schedule will be for the next few weeks with all the studying and traveling I’ll be doing, but this series is still very much continuing! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this update. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn
A/N: holy shit this update is t h i c c. lmao i hope you all enjoyed the drama! shit is going down and i am living for it. next update coming soon! let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn
A/N: alright y’all i still feel hella bad about the impromptu hiatus so you get a double update today :) i hope you guys enjoyed! next chapter coming within the next few days. let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn
Your eyes widen as soon as you step into the common room.
This isn’t a party. It’s a fucking disaster.
The celebration only commenced twenty minutes ago, and already you can tell that it’s gotten way out of hand. Drunken students wander aimlessly about the area, packed so uncomfortably close together that just looking at them makes you feel a bit claustrophobic. Multi-colored lights flash overhead, no doubt one of the Muggle contraptions your housemates snuck in for this very purpose. The stereo system you helped set up just a few days prior is blasting music so violently loud that you can feel the ground shake beneath you with every beat. Aside from the occasional house elf, it seems as though every non-human frequenter of the common room has chosen to stay away tonight. Even the mermaids have elected to swim away from the windows.
Most of the unnaturally sweaty bodies blend together, a mix of faces you’ve seen dozens of times but can’t quite place. The vast majority of them are Slytherins, undoubtedly elated at the prospect of celebrating such a momentous victory. A good portion of them don’t even like you — your blood status was more than enough to get you ousted from the more elite circles, something you discovered early on in your first year — but the promise of free booze and bragging rights seems to have been too much for them to resist. A handful of visitors from other houses have made an appearance, even a few Hufflepuffs, but not nearly enough to puncture the sea of green attire. Part of you is proud. The other part is anxious.
Of course, there are more than a few familiar faces. Benjamin and Leo are playing butterbeer-pong in the corner, shouting at the top of their lungs every time they miss a shot (which, for two members of the winning team, seems to be quite often). Emilia and her girlfriend Abbey are downing shots of firewhiskey at the bar with smiles that make even you a bit uneasy. Anthony is passed out drunk on one of the couches, arms hanging limply at his sides and mouth wide open. Oliver is making out with a rather familiar-looking blonde on the far side of the room; you have no idea when he and Hannah Abbott got so close, but you suspect it’s better if you don’t ask.
And, of course, there is the matter of your friends.
For all the lectures they’ve given you over the years about drinking in moderation and being responsible at parties, they seem to be (for lack of a better phrase) absolutely fucking plastered.The four of you have been to your fair share of celebrations together over the years, yet you can’t recall a single time they’ve gotten quite this level of drunk. You’re already thinking of sarcastic comments to throw at them tomorrow morning while they’re nursing their hangovers. For now, though, you simply lean back against the wall and resign yourself to watching the chaos unfold with an endlessly amused expression.
Yoongi has planted himself firmly in the middle of the dance floor, shaking his hips and waving his arms like there’s no tomorrow. He’s attracted a bit of a following, actually, baffled onlookers scrambling to get a look at the notoriously stoic Seeker dancing to a Ricky Martin song. It’s easy to spot the newcomers among them. The more senior members of Slytherin have grown accustomed to Yoongi’s drunken dancing, having witnessed it up close and personal during the infamous Halloween Rager fourth year. Most of you have learned to tune it out by now. He seems to be enjoying the attention at least, grinning from ear to ear as he grinds to the beat of “Living la Vida Loca.” It takes every ounce of strength within you to stop yourself from recording it.
Jungkook is planted firmly at the bar, drunkenly singing along to the music while he tosses darts at a blank wall. He’s got a rather large bottle of whiskey — Muggle whiskey, which you’re quite sure they don’t sell in Hogsmeade — clutched in his free hand, the contents of which appear to be almost entirely missing. He sports a goofy grin as he throws a handful of darts at the opposite wall, entirely unconcerned by the fact that he almost takes a Hufflepuff’s ear off. No one seems at all bothered by his rather raucous display. A few of the younger Slytherins have gathered around him, probably hoping that he’ll keep them safe should the other Gryffindor show up. You know that even in this miserable state, he will.
Hobi, of course, is the most hopelessly wasted of them all. The man’s chugging a bottle of butterbeer as he dances atop a nearby table, not at all bothered by the odd looks he’s getting. In fact, he doesn’t seem to have a care in the world beyond moving his hips in time with the music and finishing his drink. You used to scoff and hide your face in embarrassment when he pulled stunts like this, terrified that it might get you on the wrong person’s radar — after all, you weren’t keen on taking chances when Umbridge was sniffing about. Now, though, you simply laugh and cheer him on from the sidelines, endlessly amused by the antics of your dearest friend in the world.
His lips quirk into a lazy smile as soon as he notices you. Rather than wave you over or shout for you like a regular person, he elects to jump off the table, throw his empty bottle over his shoulder, and sprint through the crowd to reach you. A few disgruntled patrons shout at him as he shoves them out of the way, but he pays them no mind. All he cares about, it seems, is you.
“There you are!” The man practically cheers once he finally reaches you, grinning from ear to ear. Hobi normally isn’t one to overdo it on affection — the kindest thing he’s ever said to you in public is that your company is slightly preferable to Jungkook’s — but drunkHobi is another story entirely. He pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, one that leaves you gasping for air as you rock back and forth. Your struggle only seems to amuse him further.
“Here I am,” you cough, awkwardly patting his back as he squeezes you. “What’s going on with you? Last time you hugged me, I’d just saved you from a Death Eater attack.”
Hobi releases you from the hug with a contended sigh. “I’m just so happy, y/n,” he slurs dreamily. “We’re finally celebrating! No more Voldemort, no more creepy skulls, no more Umbridge. Now we can just have fun, like we’re supposed to! Isn’t it amazing?!”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”
You have every intention of pulling him towards the bar to grab a drink with you, but he seems to have other plans. Rather than join you on your quest for alcohol, he wraps his hand around your wrist and tugs you firmly towards the dance floor. The logical side of your brain urges you to pull away, to lock him in your room until he sobers up so he doesn’t end up doing something he (or you) will regret in the morning.
The other side already knows that he’s going to find a way to rope you into his schemes no matter what, so you might as well just go along with his plan now and get it over with.
A few of your housemates pat you on the back as you weave your way through the crowd, still reeling over the high of your victory — and though you hate to admit it, it’s actually kind of nice to receive some positive attention for once. You’re no stranger to high-spirited Quidditch after parties, but it’s been so long since you had a chance to play that you’ve almost forgotten the exhilaration. For a few precious hours, no one cares about your reputation or your propensity to find trouble; not even the prefects can find it within them to hand out detentions and ruin the mood. These little ragers are perhaps the only opportunities you have to completely let go, to forget the pain and stress and heartache and just enjoy yourself. You can’t believe you’ve gone this long without them.
You just barely manage to contain your smile as he stops point blank in the middle of the crowd; never one for avoiding the spotlight, that boy. It would be easier to shuffle in place, to simply move along with the music and blend in with the crowd — but when have you two ever gone out of your way to avoid attention? Without a care in the world, Hobi discards his drink, pulls you in as close as humanly possible, and rests his hands firmly on the dip of your hips. You don’t even bother holding back your laughter.
He’s so close that you can smell the cinnamon on his breath, the last remnants of his hastily-guzzled butterbeer. His grip on your hips is both gentle and firm, a silent reminder that he has no intention of letting you scurry off back to your room before the “guest of honor” arrives (which he already knows you’ve thought about doing). The space between you is so small that the beat of sweat trickling down the side of his face actually lands on the curve of your cheek. Your noses are less than an inch away from each other. To the untrained eye, you’re only seconds away from kissing.
Of course, nothing could be further from the truth. Appearances can be deceiving, and in this case, they’re simply unequivocally false. A few new faces might wonder whether or not there’s anything going on between you and your best friend of almost seven years, but most everyone in the room knows that this is the closest you and Hobi will everget to crossing the boundary between friend and lover. Such intimate acts of physical affection are rare between the two of you, particularly with you being so fond of showing your love through thinly-veiled insults, but they’ve been known to happen. Fortunately, your housemates know entirely well that such interactions hardly leave the dance floor, and certainly never lead to anything else. You’ve never had eyes for Hobi in that way, no matter how handsome he is.
As for him, you’re simply not his type.
Still, that doesn’t stop you from tossing your arms around his neck and pressing your body flush against his. He catches on quick, carelessly pulling you closer with a drunken grin. The pair of you move in perfect sync, lips quirked into easy smiles and heads thrown back in laughter. You shake your hips and wave your hands entirely out of tune with the music, probably coming across as idiots but too elated to care. His hands hold your hips so tightly that you suspect you’ll have bruises there in the morning, but you don’t mind; he’s an affection drunk, and you’ve learned to pick your battles.
You can’t help but chuckle as you dance. The air in this room is absolutely electric, and you can’t get enough of it. It’s been so long since you’ve gotten to let go like this that you’ve actually forgotten how addicting it is. In your early days at Hogwarts, before things really got out of hand and you started to split your time between pranks and dueling practice, this was practically all you did. You and your friends would sneak out every weekend to party with the older kids, nevermind the odd looks a group of thirteen year-olds got whenever they snuck into a seventh year celebration. It wasn’t even about the alcohol; there’s just something about the roar of the music, the enthusiasm of the crowd, the laughterin the air that intoxicates you. It feels better than words can describe to be back here again.
A few of the new partygoers, namely your Hufflepuff adversaries, shoot some odd glances your way as they watch you and Hobi practically drape yourselves over one another. He’s got his head laying on your shoulder and his arms wrapped firmly around your middle, teetering somewhere between enthusiastic and unconscious. You’re holding him as close as your body will allow, practically keeping him upright as the two of you sway along to the music. It’s a rather comical sight, you’re sure. It must look odd to them, your best friend clinging to you like a toddler, but you don’t care. It’s just nice to be together like this once more.
You’re just beginning to fear that he’s drank himself to the point of blacking out when a pair of familiar voices pipe up from behind you.
“Nice moves!”
“Think we can get in on this action?”
An amused scoff escapes your lips at the sound of Yoongi and Jungkook’s exaggerated cheers. They’ve somehow managed to drag themselves to this side of the room, though you can smell the booze on them from five feet away. Jungkook’s got one arm resting lazily on Yoongi’s shoulder as he shoots you a suggestive glance. The typically reserved Seeker is giving you a rather adorable smile, over the moon in his rose-tinted drunken state. They’re the picture of wasted, tripping over their words and wobbling on their feet, but you don’t even care. You simply lean over, grab them by their hands, and pull them towards you and Hobi.
You’re fairly certain that the moves the four of you are pulling don’t even deserve to be called dancing. All three of your friends are so drunk that they can barely keep themselves upright, much less will their limbs into performing any actual routines. Yoongi is just lazily waving his arms around, bearing a striking resemblance to those inflated plastic tube-men that stand in front of car dealerships. Jungkook is trying to do the robot, but he looks more like a toddler trying to learn sign language. Hobi is still holding you close, one hand planted firmly on your waist and the other trying to spin you around without losing his balance. You’re just content to sway your hips along to the music and try to catch them when they inevitably lose their balance.
Just a few months earlier, none of this seemed possible. The thought of dancing the night away with your closest friends after a Quidditch game was more of a pipe dream than an actual goal, what with everything going on. You’d resigned yourself to never again experiencing this sort of unadulterated happiness. As much as you tried to retain some shred of optimism, there came a time when you genuinely thought your best days were behind you, that you’d never get to spend time with the people you love most ever again.
You’re so glad you were wrong.
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Taehyung hears you before he sees you.
He’s just barely managed to find his way into the common room. The route to Slytherin House isn’t particularly convoluted, but the halls are packed to the brim with drunken partygoers tonight, most of whom paid very little mind to his pleas for them to move out of his way. It took fifteen minutes just to push his way through the intoxicated mob, and even then he had cling to Jimin’s back while his best friend unceremoniously mowed down anyone unlucky enough to find themselves in their path. Jin and Namjoon followed reluctantly, already exhausted simply from the idea of going to the celebration. They’ve never been big on partying; honestly, no one in their friend group has. Taehyung would much rather curl up in his bed and catch up on the latest book he’d stolen from Jimin’s personal library.
But for you, he’s more than happy to brave the unimaginable horrors of a Slytherin rager. His friends wasted no time in teasing him for his eagerness to see you again — particularly Jimin, who’d been sporting a rather unsettling cat-like grin since the end of the Quidditch match. They were all keen to point out how excited he was to hang out with you, particularly when they know how much he despises parties. He doesn’t have the energy to tell them that there’s nothing going on between you two anymore; they’re clearly not listening.
Of course, he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t started to take some of their words to heart. Did you two really appear so lovey-dovey to everyone else? He’s not sure if your friends have jumped to the same conclusions as his, but judging by the way you glared at them after they introduced themselves in the stands, he’s guessing they have. He honestly has no clue why people would think such things about you two. Sure, you’ve spent a fair bit of time together lately, and sure, he spends most every waking hour texting you, and yes, he pushed through his social discomfort specifically to watch you at the Quidditch match earlier — but that doesn’t mean he likes you.
Because he doesn’t.
At least that’s what he tells himself, anyway.
He’s genuinely caught off guard by the potent scent of alcohol wafting throughout the room when he walks in, so much so that he actually has to hold his breath for a moment. It’s not the first time people have drank around him, but he’s never seen anyone take it to this level of extreme. Students of all houses are drunkenly shuffling about the common room, yelling and laughing and attempting to dance through the inebriation. It seems as though every single person here is intent on drinking to the point of blacking out. It’s an odd scene to him; Hufflepuff parties have nothingon this.
It’s not just the booze that throws him off; everything about this place is overwhelming. The strobes flash so quickly that he can barely make out his surroundings, differing hues of red, green, and blue bathing the dance floor in uncomfortably bright light. Unfamiliar music blasts through a set of speakers in the corner — no doubt from a Muggle band he’s never heard of — with such force that the floor is actually shaking. A few people are haphazardly throwing darts (and missing horribly) at a nearby wall, while a group of couples nearby have retreated to the corner to make out in plain view of everyone else. It’s easily the most rambunctious celebration he’s ever attended. Is this how Slytherin parties always go?
There’s so many bodies packed in together that he can’t even begin to discern where you’re standing — but thankfully, he doesn’t have to. Even over the incessant blare of the music, he can hear your familiar laugh echoing from amidst the crowd. The sound has his lips tilting into an easy grin. Jimin is already tugging him towards the beer pong table, but he has no interest in joining him; rather than get plastered with his friend, he wrenches his arm out of Jimin’s grip and follows the sound of your voice. Namjoon is shouting a few playful remarks as he walks away, but Taehyung can’t find it within him to care. He just wants to see you.
Despite his eagerness, he can still vaguely hear his friends laughing behind him. Jimin is naturally the loudest, evidently tickled pink by the doe-eyed look on his best friend’s face. Namjoon snickers with a shake of his head, both entertained and exhausted. Jin is trying to muffle his amusement, always the nicest of the group, but his chuckling is still audible from within the depths of the crowd. He knows they just want the best for him, but part of him wants to turn around and boot them out of the party before they can embarrass him again. Who knows what they’ll say when they see you?
Surprisingly, it takes him less than a minute to find you; your laughter is loud enough to guide him with ease. A few drunken dancers bump into him as he pushes his way through the crowd, but he isn’t bothered by it — how can he be, when you’re only a few feet away sporting the brightest smile he’s ever seen on another human being?
Dear God, you’re a sight to see.
Your head is thrown back in joyous laughter as you dance in a circle with your friends, entirely lost in the rhythm beneath your feet. Laughter slips easily past your lips. Hobi stands to your left, Yoongi to your right, and Jungkook on the other side of the makeshift ring. The four of you are holding your hands together so tightly that your knuckles have turned white. None of you can dance to save your lives, but you don’t seem to care — you just close your eyes, smile, and allow yourself to enjoy the moment. Your friends have wrenched their eyes shut as well, which Taehyung cannot even begin to comprehend. How could they not be entirely mesmerized by the image of you? How is it that every single person in this room isn’t absolutely hypnotized by you?
The poor boy actually forgets how to breathe for a moment as he watches you twirl around Yoongi. He’s been surrounded by all manner of fantastic things for as long as he can remember — flying brooms, talking animals, evil wizards with their souls locked away in fragments scattered across the country — but nothing has ever looked as magical as you do right now. Everything he’s learned seems pointless now. Why has he spent six years studying potions and spells when the most miraculous creature in the world has been walking around the castle this entire time? How had he never seen you before that night in detention? Merlin help him, how has he never noticed how incredibly beautiful you are?
He must be quite a sight, he thinks, standing stone still in the middle of the dance floor while he stares at you. The logical part of his brain urges him to move, dance, do somethingbesides watch you like a creep, but he can’t bring himself to do any of those things. He can do absolutely nothing but watch you: eyes scrunched up in laughter, sweat glimmering in the light as it rolls down your cheek, lips curled into an incandescent smile. Everyone else looks dull next to you. Every painting in the castle is worthless when compared to you. You are an absolute dream, and he hopes he never wakes up.
His heart swells in his chest with such intensity that it actually catches him off guard. For a moment he worries that he’s having a heart attack, because there’s simply no way that this is normal. No one should be able to make him feel this way, so insignificant and horribly out of control. His very existence seems worthless next to yours. Everything is too much — the lights, the music, the stench of firewhiskey and cinnamon — but he can’t bring himself to leave. Truth be told, he can’t bring himself to do much of anything besides stare at you. He could stand here forever, he thinks, and be perfectly content. As long as you’re here.
Even if he wanted to ponder why you were suddenly making him feel this way — and he really doesn’t — he never gets the chance. Your eyes land on him in the midst of one of your spins, and before he can even comprehend that you’ve caught him staring, you let go of your friends and jog across the floor to meet him. His breath hitches when he notices that your smile has only grown. Again, he tries not to think about what that might mean. It takes every ounce of strength within him not to pass out when you reach forward and playfully jostle his shoulder.
“There you are! I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it.”
He doesn’t miss the joy in your voice, though he isn’t arrogant enough to think that he’s the reason it’s there. Still, he can’t help but notice how happy you look to see him. Your enchanting grin only grows wider as you take him in, eyes raking down his body so subtly that he barely notices; Slytherin sneakiness, he supposes. He’s sure he looks rather unremarkable in his blue jeans and Hufflepuff sweater, especially compared to you (though at this point he’s convinced that you could wear a garbage bag and still be the most beautiful person he’s ever seen). He writes off the glimmer in your eyes as curiosity rather than excitement.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he confesses, hoping you know just how sincerely he means that. “Are these parties always so…wild?”
You chuckle. “Not really. Usually they’re pretty tame, but it’s been so long since we’ve had a chance to celebrate that we decided to go all out. Is it too overwhelming?”
“Not at all! Just different from what I’m used to. It looks like you’re having fun, though.”
The mere mention of amusement has you looking over your shoulder towards your friends. Jungkook shoots you a suggestive glance, brows raised and lips quirked into a smirk. Hobi whistles at you, and Yoongi shoots you a rather obvious thumbs up. You scoff and raise your middle finger, which only serves to make them laugh harder than they already were. As much as they seem to exhaust you, Taehyung can’t help but smile as he watches you interact with them. It gladdens him to know that you have such a close relationship with your friends. You deserve it.
“Ignore them, please,” you insist, just barely managing to suppress your smile. It breaks through a moment later, though, as your eyes light up with a sudden epiphany. With no warning whatsoever, you reach out, grab Taehyung’s hand (which doesn’t help calm his racing heart at all), and gesture towards the dance floor. “Let’s dance!”
The very thought of dancing with you has his palm sweating against yours. He’s managed to hold it together so far, but he’s fairly certain he won’t be able to make it through the first song without embarrassing himself somehow. You probably know everyone at this party, and the last thing he wants to do is humiliate you by letting everyone see you dance with a no-name Hufflepuff. Slytherins value their reputation, that much he knows, and he doesn’t want to risk ruining yours. He’s so scared of making things hard on you that he almost refuses — but funnily enough, you seem entirely unbothered.
Despite the fact that being seen with him so publicly could spell trouble for you, you don’t hesitate to pull him further into the crowd. He hasn’t even agreed to join you yet, but he isn’t surprised by your impatience; if there’s one thing he knows for sure about you, it’s that you don’t waste time when it comes to getting what you want. He just doesn’t understand why you want to hang out with him. There are dozens of cooler, smarter, and far more interesting people you could spend your time with. Why are you so intent on being around him? He’s not complaining, of course — he’ll gladly take any chance he can get to be around you — but it doesn’t make sense. He can just add it to the list of things about you that confuse him.
He’s still reeling over your invitation when you come to a stop on the edge of the dance floor. An unfamiliar song blasts through the speakers, but it’s upbeat enough that he doesn’t have to worry about slow dancing or anything of that nature. Still, you don’t hesitate to reach out and take his hands in yours. All of your friends are staring at you, and he’s fairly certain all of his are doing the exact same thing, but you don’t seem to notice. You simply smile, pull him closer, and lead him in a frenzied dance of waving arms and shaking hips.
Taehyung’s never been particularly good at this sort of dancing, but apparently, you couldn’t care less. Rather than poke fun at his corny moves, you cheer him on, entirely unbothered by the odd looks you get. Your moves aren’t exactly coordinated either — you’re basically just flailing your arms around and attempting to move your hips in time with the beat — but it doesn’t seem to bother you. All you care about is having fun. You’ve been that way ever since he met you, completely uncaring of what others think of you. It’s just another thing he admires about you.
Your friends hover a few feet away, caught up in the music but still throwing the occasional glance your way. He suspects they’re hanging around to make sure you’re safe, which he understands; he’d never even dream of doing anything to hurt you, but it’s always good to be cautious. If anything, it makes him happy to know that your friends care about you so much. The two of you don’t spend that much time together in public like this, so it’s nice to know that you’ve got people watching your back when he isn’t around. That’s not to say he thinks you can’t take care of yourself — you’re easily one of the most formidable people he’s ever come across — but he worries about you more than he cares to admit. He hasn’t told his friends about this, of course, and he doubts he ever will. Some things are better left unsaid.
You two probably look a bit ridiculous right now, though neither of you have any interest in changing that. After everything that’s happened in the past few years, he’s fairly certain that you’ve earned a little reprieve. Rather than stress over what the other partygoers think of your improvised routine, you simply smile at each other and continue to move along with the music. He’s fairly certain he can see Hobi grinning at you from the corner of his eye, but he hasn’t the slightest clue why. He suspects that you do, though you probably aren’t keen to share it.
“See? Isn’t it nice to come out of the background every one in a while?!” You shout through your laughter as he spins you around.
Taehyung can’t help but laugh as he answers. “I guess so. But only because I have such a good dance partner!”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mister Kim!”
He snickers and pulls you back towards him. You’re still grinning ear to ear, absolutely delighted with the little routine you two have going. He can take or leave dancing, but he’d do just about anything to keep that smile on your face. You could ask him for the moon right now and he’d find a way to give it to you. Anything for you.
You’ve only just finished doing an improvised foxtrot when music cuts off rather abruptly. A chorus of groans sound out from the crowd, a sea of drunken teens annoyed by the loss of their entertainment. He suspects it’s just a routine glitch of the sound system, a mechanical error that can be fixed given a few minutes of tinkering — but when he looks over to the stereo and sees Jimin and Jungkook grinning at him, he realizes that this is anything but accidental. He’s tempted to march over there and demand that they put an end to whatever it is they’re planning, but he doesn’t get the chance; Jimin pops another disk into the machine, and a needlessly romantic slow song begins to filter throughout the room.
Most everyone seems perfectly content with this development, eagerly falling into each other’s arms to sway in time with the music, but both you and Taehyung freeze in place. He doesn’t even know this song, but the tender undertone of the piano doesn’t leave much up to interpretation. You two are the only ones that haven’t joined in, and it is glaringly obvious how awkward the air between you has become. Whereas a moment ago you were bouncing around and laughing without a care in the world, you’re suddenly rather sheepish, biting your bottom lip and staring intently at the floor.
He curses himself for being too scared to act. Truth be told, he’d love nothing more than to dance with you like this, he’s just terrified of the thought of you rejecting him — and make no mistake, he fullyexpects you to reject him. Why wouldn’t you? You’re the most incredible person he’s ever met in his entire life. You’re passionate, creative, funny, intelligent, caring, beautiful; you’re a force of nature, and he’s just…Taehyung. He’s average in every way, an unfamiliar face adept at blending into the background. You command attention when you walk into a room, whereas most people in this school don’t even know who he is. You could have anyone you wanted. Why would you waste your time with him?
You’re going to shoot him down, and he knows this, so he just doesn’t ask. He simply looks down and shakes his head, awaiting your impending refusal. He’s already thinking of excuses to run back to his room and avoid you, to hide beneath the covers and never emerge ever again. Perhaps you’ll be merciful and spare him a passing glance in the halls next time he sees you. He’d be happy with a slight nod of the head, honestly. Just let me down easily, he thinks. Hopefully he’ll have enough courage to show his face around the castle after you —
“Well? What are you waiting for?”
His head snaps up so fast the room actually starts to spin for a moment. You’re giving him a nervous grin, shaky hand outstretched before you. You still seem a bit caught off guard, but you don’t look away, even when his eyes meet yours. This is the most anxious he’s ever seen you, and it honestly takes him aback. To see the most fearless person he’s ever met look at him with such worry in their eyes…it doesn’t seem natural. He shouldn’t be able to make you feel this way. No one should be able to make you feel this way.
The two of you stand there for a good thirty seconds, just staring awkwardly at one another as you wait for him to take your hand. He’s sure Jimin and Jungkook are shaking their heads as they watch you two freeze like deer in headlights. Part of him is still reeling over your invitation, convinced that you’ve made some sort of mistake, but he pushes those fears aside. Better to take a leap of faith and get it over with, he supposes. So, despite the fact that he’s fairly certain this is a dream, he reaches out, takes your hand, and pulls you close.
And has to stop himself from passing out in the middle of the dance floor when you smile at him.
Countless other couples surround the pair of you, giggling and whispering and pressing little kisses to one another’s faces. Jimin has found a (rather unlucky, in Taehyung’s opinion) girl to occupy his time, while Namjoon has elected to simply hum the tune below his breath while he reads. Yoongi and Jungkook are dancing together, albeit not the least bit seriously, what with the way they snicker and flail their limbs about in an overly-exaggerated fashion. Neither Hobi nor Jin are anywhere to be found, which strikes him as odd, but he doesn’t have time to worry about them or whatever they may or may not be doing — not when you’re standing so close that he can feel your breath fanning against his face.
He’s almost certain that he’s blushing, and silently prays that the lights are concealing the tint of his cheeks. Still, the boy’s doing a rather good job of keeping himself composed, all things considered: he hasn’t thrown up all over your shoes, said something horrendously embarrassing, or even stepped on one of your feet (all of which he was sure would have happened by now). You seem a bit anxious as well, lower lip caught between your teeth as your eyes wander around the room. You go out of your way not to look into his eyes. He does the same.
His mind is going absolutely haywire. How on Earth has he managed to end up here, slow-dancing with the most notorious troublemaker in all of Hogwarts? A girl that, not even a month ago, barely knew of his existence? Someone that he has told his friends time and time again that he has absolutely no interest in? Someone who has been popping into his head more and more frequently over the past couple weeks? Someone that makes his heart threaten to beat out of his chest every time she walks into the room? Someone that, though they’ve only known each other for a short time, he considers one of his closest friends?
Nothing about this situation makes sense. He left his room twenty minutes ago with every intention of keeping to himself at this party, and now he’s got you wrapped up in his arms in front of the entirety of Slytherin. He knows this is foolish, that whatever monumentally stupid part of his brain that convinced him to do this is going to get you both in serious trouble, but he can’t bring himself to care about that. He can’t bring himself to care about much of anything besides you.
“You’re uh…you’re pretty good at this,” you mumble, mercifully distracting him from his racing thoughts. “Do you dance a lot?”
The nerves in your voice actually manage to pull a smile from him; at least he knows you’re as anxious as he is. “A few times, yeah. My parents host these fancy galas every couple years, and they didn’t want me to embarrass myself, so they made me take dance lessons.”
The idea of him taking dance lessons is obviously outlandish to you, given the puzzled expression on your face. “Really? That doesn’t really sound like your thing. I had you pegged as more of a wallflower.”
“I am,” he chuckles, subconsciously tightening his grip on your hand as the two of you twirl in place. “I hated those classes. I convinced them to let me drop out when I was fourteen.”
“Not keen on being in the spotlight?”
“Not even a little bit. Well…not usually, anyway.”
You smile at his comment. Perhaps he’s just fooling himself, but he can swear that it looks like you’re blushing, too. You’d never admit it, of course; if there’s one thing he’s learned about you over these past few weeks, it’s that you’re incredibly gifted when it comes to burying your emotions. You once mentioned that it was a skill you learned early on. He still isn’t sure exactly what you meant by that.
Rather than question you about it and drag up old feelings that are probably best left forgotten, he smiles, steps back, and lifts your hands in the air. You get the hint immediately. With a grin so bright it almost hurts to look at, you wrap your hand around his index finger and spin. Jovial laughter escapes your lips as you twirl over and over again, entirely unconcerned by the odd looks you’re getting from the other dancers. You couldn’t care less. Neither could he, really; how could he be anything but gloriously happy when you’re smiling like that?
You stumble into his arms as soon as you finish twirling, more than a bit dizzy. The two of you chuckle as he grabs you by the shoulders and helps steady you. It would be easy to walk away, to use your dizziness as an excuse to leave and avoid more awkwardness between the two of you — but you don’t. You simply grab his hand, pull him close, and continue on with the dance. He’s more than happy to let you do so. Right now, he’d let you do just about anything if it meant keeping that merry look on your face.
And so the two of you continue, laughing and spinning and swaying back and forth with your fingers intertwined and your eyes glimmering. A smarter person would notice the glares you two are getting from the Gryffindors that had snuck into the party. A smarter person would think about how bad it looks for a Slytherin to be dancing with a Hufflepuff. A smarter person would realize how incredibly dangerous this entire thing is. But right now, you two are absolutely dumbstruck by one another.
It isn’t until you unlace your fingers to wrap your arms around the back of his neck that Taehyung realizes just how much trouble he’s in — because when Jimin is right about something, it’s never good.
I’m telling you, his best friend had drawled as their group hurried towards the Slytherin Common Room, he’s falling in love.
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A/N: HOLY SHIT Y’ALL I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO MF LONG PLEASE DON’T HATE MEI posted the last update literally two days before I started college and have had next to no time to do anything that isn’t school related. It’s been hella stressful, not gonna lie, but I think I’m finally getting the hang of things, which is why Castleton is BACK BABY! I sincerely hope you guys enjoyed this extremely mushy update (which you deserve after waiting for so long adjdjdj). The next update *should* be coming shortly. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn
Summary: You are a young witch in her fifth year in Hogwarts. You come from a long line of pureblooded Slytherins and you want to make your family proud by focusing on your studies. But ever since you started your first year, what is possibly the most flirtatious boy in your house has been giving his all to grab your attention.
Word count: 2.82k
A/N: Slytherin!Jimin x Slytherin!Reader, a/n/n= annoying nick name, I’m going to change the age differences between the members for the sake of the fanfic. I’m going to be writing the members into the houses that RM sorted them into. BTS’s Hogwarts Houses.
Warnings: swearing, 1 year age gap between jimin and reader (But it’s not really focused on), magic, mentions of Twilight. Sometimes Y/n gets flustered easily. idek. Their relationship is all over the place to be honest.
he really gives me Slytherin vibes in this gif.
To say that I had no interest in boys would be an understatement. I didn’t give four shits about them. I already had enough trouble with keeping my grades up, training for quidditch and being a proud Hogwarts student.
My family came from a long line of ambitious Slytherins. Although not nearly as known as the Malfoys, we had quite the reputation. When I had been sorted into Slytherin in my first year, I made it my top priority to not disappoint my family. That meant doing my best to leave an impression in Hogwarts. To be remembered. Recently I’d been falling behind in transfiguration. Today, in the middle of the lesson, I had tried to catch up with stuff I’d yet to write down. Something that Professor Snape had not appreciated. He’d given me detention, and so by the end of the day I didn’t have enough time to finish the homework assigned by other teachers.
Currently I was sat in the Slytherin common room, trying to catch up on work. I heard footsteps come into the common area and I immediately knew who they belonged to. I sighed and ignored the person that I came in.
I did mention that I had no interest in boys right? Well there was this one guy who just couldn’t take a hint. He had been on me since first year all the way to my fifth year. This year. He followed me through the halls, trying to make conversation with me. I only ever tried to push him away, so I never know why he keeps trying. Sometimes he reminds me more of a Hufflepuff than a Slytherin. How he was friends with one of the students that couldn’t be more of a Slytherin still puzzled me? (And I don’t mean that stereotype that Draco Malfoy left behind for us. I mean a true Slytherin.)
But he also held that cheeky side that gave him that Slytherin trait. He was very naturally flirty and he used that on me and if I’m being totally honest. I kinda liked it. But never acted on those feelings. He was flirty with everyone. Thats what I always told myself.
When that same boy sat next to me on the couch I did the same thing I always did. I didn’t pay him any attention. “So a/n/n…”
“You know I don’t like that name,” I say as I kept my eyes on my parchment.
“Anyway,” he says, changing the subject as soon as it emerged. “I’ve started reading this book.” He paused, when he saw that I was still paying him no mind he continued. “It’s called Twilight. Do you know it?”
I look up at him with a glare. “Yes, I do know it. Unfortunately.” You may be thinking. A pureblood Slytherin reading muggle books? Let me assure you that my family is very accepting regardless of bloodline. I had multiple muggle friends outside of Hogwarts. Most of them, much more loyal than anyone else here. But anyway, back to the “conversation” at hand. “And?” I asked him through gritted teeth as I held my glare on him.
“I was wondering,” he muses, ignoring my hard stare. He leans back against the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling of the chamber. “When does it get interesting?” I snort out a laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh at his question. I clutched my stomach as I doubled over in laughter. The look of confusion on his face only making the whole situation funnier than it already was.
When I finally come down from my laughing high, I finally answer his question. “It doesn’t.” His once confused expression turns into one of unamusement.
“Okay, I get it,” he says. “So you don’t like Twilight.”
“Not in a million years.” I shake my head.
“So which books do you like?”
“I’m not telling you,” I say. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and nests his head into the crook of my neck.
“Please tell me,” he pleaded. He began trailing kisses up my neck. I could hear my heart beating and felt my face heat up. Merlin’s beard, Y/n. Get a grip on yourself.
“Fuck off Jimin,” I stuttered. His actions were flustering me and by the smirk I could feel on his lips. He knew this too.
“Sorry, but I can’t do that,” he says against my neck. His teeth grazing my skin, causing a shudder to run down my spine. “Not until you answer my question.” He holds onto me tighter. One of his hands moving to hold onto my hip opposite him. I clamp my mouth shut. My stubbornness getting the best of me. “I guess you don’t want me to stop then.”
I huffed and tied my best to stay focused on my homework. Jimin’s kisses travel up to my jaw, making me tilt my head back. “Jimiiiiiiin,” I whined and I feel him smile against my skin.
“I asked for what books you like, not my name,” he states. “I try to glare at him from this position. Obviously failing. “But I can live with that too.” He places a kiss on the corner of my lips. My cheeks heat up and they are undoubtedly red. Butterflies flutter in my stomach and he pulls away when he hears someone calling his name.
“Jimin let’s go,” says the voice of a fellow Slytherin. “Everybody else is probably waiting for us in the great hall.” When the black haired boy spots his friend sitting next to me, he stops. But that doesn’t last long as he continues as if he didn’t notice me. “If you make me arrive late one more time then I’m disowning you.” Jimin looks at me and smiles.
“See you in a bit, doll.” He kisses my cheek and stands up. Jogging up to Yoongi who was just getting out the door. I bring my hands up to my warm face. I could only imagine how red it was. If I’m being completely honest, if there’s one boy I do care about in this entire school, it’d have to be Jimin. Somehow, along the way, his small talk and flirting found its way into my heart.
That same night I had moved up into my dormitory so that I wouldn’t have to see Jimin again when he came back from dinner. I only had a third left of my assignments yet to be finished and I decided that it would be best if I left them for tomorrow. Since it was going to be Saturday tomorrow and I had the whole day off.
The beams of light that came in through the window broke me out of my sleep. I groaned and rolled over onto my opposite side. Covering my head to block out the sounds of owls and already active students I clamped my eyes shut. I shaken abruptly, and my pillow was yanked away from me and I was met with the sight of my best friend. She was yelling at me to get up as she pulled me up by the arms. “Nooooooo,” I whined. She rolled her eyes at me and ignored my complaints. She pushed me off of my bed and I tumbled onto the floor.
“Get dressed,” she orders. “We’re going to Hogsmede. I don’t care what you say. You haven’t gone out of this damn school for more than a week and you need a break.” I huff at her and she scolds me, acting like a mother. “DOn’T HuFf At Me.”
I had done what she asked and gotten dressed in a casual outfit. We went down the staircase and into the common room.
On the couches, was sitting Jimin. His silver hair pushed back, showing his forehead. A pair of thin rimmed spectacles perched on his nose as he read a book. Thankfully not Twilight. When he heard me and F/n coming down the stairs, his eyes lifted of the pages and landed on me. He smiled at me. “Good morning,” he said. His smile widened and he shut his book after marking where he left off.
“Good morning,” I mumbled back. Jimin giggled and stood up from the couch. He was wearing a grey wool sweater that matched his hair and a pair of black ripped jeans that accentuated his thighs. The spectacles giving him a cute look. After what had happened yesterday, I didn’t want to hang around much longer than I needed to. But my friend had another idea in mind. Being the social butterfly she is.
“Good morning Jimin,” she beamed. She examined his outfit and complimented him on it. As she talked to him, I made sure to stay behind her.
“Where are you guys going?” he asks F/n. She grabs me by the arm, bringing me forward.
“Me and Y/n are going to visit Hogsmede,” she explained. I tried to move behind her but she wouldn’t have it. “If you want you could come with us.” If looks could kill, the glare I sent F/n would’ve had her dead before either of us could’ve blinked.
“That would be great,” said Jimin. “Is it ok if my friends tag along too?” F/n nodded vigorously. She told Jimin that we would be waiting for him at the Three Broomsticks. Once we were out of the Slytherin common room, I punched F/n in the ribs
“What was that for?!?” she yelled at me. Her brows furrowed together as she rubs the place I punched her.
“You know what that was for.” Good lord, this girl is so dense. When she finally realizes the situation, a smile widens on her lips.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! I get it now.” She lets out a laugh worthy of an evil doer. But one that disguises themselves as innocent little schoolgirls. “You don’t want Jimin to come along because of your crush on him.”
“What crush?” I denied. “I don’t have a crush on anybody.”
“Pleaseee Y/n.” F/n rolls her eyes. “Everybody knows that you two like each other.”
“He’s flirty with everyone.” F/n looks at me. The best way I could describe this stare is with the word ‘Really?’. I look away. “Whatever.” I start walking. “Let’s just go to Hogsmeade.”
Me and F/n hadn’t had to wait too long for Jimin and his friends to walk into the Three Broomsticks. Their group of friends was an odd one. A mix of all the Hogwarts houses and most of them from different years. The youngest one of all was a fifth year in Ravenclaw. We’d had a few classes so I knew he went by the name Jungkook. The others though, I only knew because of Quidditch. With the exception of Yoongi, whom I’d seem quite a few times in the common room. The seven of them came toward our table and sat down.
F/n introduced herself. She gave me a pointed look when I didn’t say anything. “I’m Y/n,” I said quietly. I just want to go back to my bed. Everyone began talking and making conversation. F/n got along great with the two Hufflepuffs as was expected. They all talked to each other while I sat back and drank my butterbeer. I moved my mug around, watching as the foam moved atop the golden drink. When I looked back up I saw that Jimin had been staring at me. My cheeks flushed red as I looked back down at my drink.
“I’m gonna go on a walk with Y/n,” said Jimin, rising from his seat. My head shot up to look at him with wide eyes. He walked around the table until he was standing next to me. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the wooden chair. I stumbled to my feet as Jimin dragged me away from the group. People watched as he lead me out of the Three Broomsticks and down the main street. Other students as well as villagers stared at us. Jimin was giving of an energy I couldn’t quite place. All I knew is that it made me want to sink into the floor. He pulled me into a small alley behind a store.
He turned to face me. His eyes seemed to pierce into my soul as he got nearer to me with each of his steps. He stopped right in front of me and I could feel his warm breath fanning my face. “You care to explain to me Y/n?” I looked at him in confusion.
“Wh-what?”
“Don’t pretend,” he said and for the first time ever, Jimin wasn’t smiling at me. His gaze was hard, unwavering, while I struggled with the smallest bit of eye contact. “Whenever I’m around you, you go quiet. You ignore me and everyone else around you.” I gulped hard. I felt like I was being scolded by my mother. A feeling of regret, sadness, anger, and disappointment making the feeling of breathing a lot heavier. “I try to talk to you but you always block me off. I came today in hopes that when you were with your friend you’d be more open with me,” he said. He stood up straight and turned to face the other side of the ally. He leaned his forehead against the stone wall and ran a hand through his hair.
I took this moment where he was silent to speak up. “If you’d only take a hint, you’d know that I don’t want you to talk to me,” I say. “Oh, and that thing you call talking. I consider it flirting and seeing as you do it with everybod-”
He turned to me and slammed me against the wall, while making sure my head didn’t hit it. His hands moved so that they were on either side of my head. Any confidence I had in me when I had been speaking dissipated and I shrunk lower against the wall. Jimin’s head followed mine as he maintained eye level. He leaned in closer until his lips were against my jaw. “Do you see me doing this with anyone else?” I froze under him. He nipped at my skin. “Hm? Do you?” I shook my head while my throat let out a whimper.
“I’ve liked you ever since you arrived at this school. I tried to talk to you, to get closer to you,” he said, pressing his body against mine “But you were always so damn focused on studying.” He bit the side of my neck. I let out a gasp of surprise and squirmed away from him. But Jimin wasn’t having it. He let out a low growl as his hands flew to my hips, holding me in place. “Sorry for acting like this, but I can’t help it. Not when you’ve blocked me out for so long.”
His forehead fell against my shoulder and his nose brushed against my collar bone. He sucked in a deep breath, followed by a sigh. “I’ve liked you for so long and tried to show you for so long that I don’t know what to do anymore. If you just don’t like me back then you could’ve just said so a long time ago,” he mumbles into my skin. When he looks up at me, his eyes shine. Making it look like there were tears in his eyes. The thought broke my heart.
“I’m so sorry Jimin,” I said, placing my hands on his shoulders. “I do like you. So so much. Somehow. Through all that ignoring and trying to get you away, I fell for you. I fell so hard that I couldn’t bring myself to speak to you like a normal person.” The older Slytherin looked up at me. His arms were wrapped around me and he straightened up so he could face me. He was now so close that our noses nearly touched.
“You really like me back?” he asks, eyes looking into mine. I nod, assuring him that what I said wasn’t a lie. “Um, can I kiss you?” For the first time, I looked into his eyes without breaking eye contact. I nodded and Jimin leaned in closer than he already was, until our lips touched. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Our lips dancing together in synchronisation. My hands ran through Jimin’s silver hair. When we pulled away for oxygen, our moment together was stopped as we heard our friends calling for us. “Should we continue this later?” asks Jimin.
“Only if I get to call you mine and you get to call me yours.” I smirked at him. “Will you be my boyfriend?”
A smile etched it’s way onto Jimin’s lips. “I thought you would never ask.” He took a step back, intertwining our fingers as he led me out to find the rest.
✿ : The one where Jungkook, a second year student in the Auror Academy, keeps a journal to vent about his unsuccessful attempts at wooing you.
✿ : crack, humor, romance, Harry Potter Au
/: I haven’t decided if this will become a thing or not. For now, it’s a short little work for Imagine a World Like That.
Also, this is a Harry Potter AU but you don’t have to read Harry Potter to understand it. If you have any questions just let me know!
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November 4th, 10am
There’s this girl in my antidotes class - Y/N - that I swear to Merlin must have done this fucking class at least twice, because she has the answer to every question on the tip of her tongue. No one even gets the chance to speak before her hand is up in the air waiting to show just how much smarter than all of us she is. And when she gets it right, she gives the professor the brightest, most annoying smile, like he just handed her one million galleons or something.
I mean, this is an antidotes class, not the Wizard Nobel Prize. She needs to calm down.
Ugh, anyway. Back to what I was saying: There’s this girl in my antidotes class - Y/N - and I kind of want her to have my babies.
November 4th, 12pm
“Dude, you’re drooling” Taehyung says to me in the cafeteria later, when we’re sitting down for lunch “You gotta do something about this Y/N crush, it’s driving all of us insane”
“Yeah, man” Jimin agrees, but that’s just because he agrees with everything Taehyung says and that’s why they had matching puffskein tattoos on their asses “Either ask her out or let us Obliviate you so you can move on”
See, this is all Taehyung and Jimin’s fault really. Before them, Y/N was really just the girl that I copied the answers off of in Advanced Herbology who I had only ever seen the back of her head. But then they started talking to her- like we even needed a fourth friend! -and before I knew it, she started casually greeting us when she walked into class and I finally got to see her face and BAM! I have chosen our children’s name and Hogwarts Houses (one Gryffindor boy and a Slytherin girl, because Y/N was a Slytherin and she would probably fight me if I tried to get both our kids in Gryffindor and, let’s be honest here, she would win).
Now, I’m not necessarily the most romantic wizard in the world. I don’t think I even qualify in the top five thousand. But, back in my school days, Professor Trelawney had told me I would eventually find the love of my life and stay with her for the rest of my days. Granted, I was pretty sure that woman was just a crackhead posing as a witch to buy drugs and she also told me I would get electrocuted and die in a month, but still. She got 1 out of 2 and six years later I am in love and terrified of microwaves.
“I’m gonna ask her out” I defend myself from my nosy friends “I’m just waiting for the right time.”
The right time would be whenever I could get my hands in some Liquid Luck, but due to that being a highly complicated potion and that my last few attempts of brewing it ended in bleached brows and violent diarrhea, that specific day was looking further and further away.
November 4th, 12:30
One of the things I love the most about Y/N was how kind she was. Was she an annoying know-it-all? Absolutely. Did she also make sure to share her knowledge with the entire class and help everyone out? She sure did.
I still remember when I was failing my Demons and Beasts class and she sat with me for hours and carefully went over the entire subject of the semester with a gentle tone and the patience of a saint.
Sure, I did still fail the test and had to redo it, but that was not her fault. She was not to be blamed for my inability to listen to her go on about wraiths when her perfume was all over me and her shirt was cut just low enough that I could look down her blouse and catch just the slightest peeks of her bra that would haunt me and cause me to almost fail 2 other classes.
I wished I could gather the courage to tell her that. Not the bra part, the part about her kindness.
November 4th, 1pm
I take it fucking back. How can she just be nice to everyone?
Like that dude Namjoon. I know he doesn’t need help with his paper on counter-curses because I know he used to tutor that class. He’s just pretending to suck so she would help him and as a person who actually sucked I find that very offensive to my culture.
He’s sitting next to her all the way across the cafeteria and even I, who probably burned off my retinas with my attempt to brew Felix Felices in my guest bathroom, could tell that he was staring down her blouse. Was he not aware of the unspoken rule that whatever was hiding down there was only for my eyes? Had I not made myself clear enough by… I don’t know, sending positive energies to the universe? Did Trelawney not write our love in the stars?
We are fated, Kim. Meant to be. The only thing you are meant to be is big and clumsy and probably like a model, because you are real jacked and I respect that.
Whatever. I don’t care. I’m sure Y/N will shake him off soon. Maybe slap him. I don’t really have to step in. She can take care of herself.
November 4th, 1:05pm
I jinxed him.
November 4th, 1:07pm
Namjoon is being taken to the hospital wing. That will teach him a lesson.
November 4th, 1:10pm
Y/N is going with him. She’s holding his hand.
Bugger.
November 4th, 1:11pm
He winked at me on his way out. The absolute disrespect, the gall of this dude.
November 4th, 1:12pm
I jinxed him again. Got caught and now I have to help train the freshmen in hand in hand combat.
