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You're in your first year at Hogwarts.

You could imagine how it would like.

Four long tables lined up to greet you in the Great Hall, necks poking curiously, and the waving of the emblems of each dormitory beckoning you. Then the hat screams your name, says you entered one of the dorms of your dreams. Then you'll meet new friends, the prefect who welcomes you, and the flying silvery dormitory ghosts.

You will sleep with a smile on your face. And so on until after one week to one month, you feel that there is nothing to amaze you anymore (you have started memorizing the strange nature of stairs, dancing paintings, to spells that don't just need to be pronounced). Besides, well, quidditch selection.

You're a Hogwarts student after all.

Follow the habit, and understand it.

And you notice it somehow when most of the senior students turned their heads towards the entrance of the Great Hall at breakfast, clearly anticipating something. Every morning. And when you are brave enough to stand up, you understand why all the students do it and start getting caught up in the habit. Too.

Because you're looking at magic. As a (aspiring) wizards, you know what you see is a real magic to begin with.

First of all, the clinking sounds of cutlery or chatter among the students will fade away, replaced by the sound of footsteps that are now so loud echoing in the Great Hall.

Second, you will be able to see more clearly. Two students holding hands entered the hall. One of them wears yellow on his robe, making him a Hufflepuff student. His hair is straight and baby blonde. His eyes were sharp with a black dot under the corner of his right eye. His nose dived perfectly and his lips were pressed tightly together with his prominent jaw. He looked extraordinarily pale, but very, very charming. Even while wearing that black robe, his sturdy and well-built frame could be seen clearly. But you won't dare to approach him.

That just thing that only the person next to him could do. The man was no less handsome. His eyes were large and it was as if everyone could see his eyelashes from the end of the hall. The nose line is also high, looks beautiful combined with thin pink lips. His hair is ash blonde with a slight shade of blue in front of his forehead; flawlessly framing his face. His black robe was decorated with green, which indicated that he was part of the Slytherin house. Oh, of course, because that kid not only pulls you, but he entangles you, knocks you down, and happily laughs at you. He was whispering something to the man beside him, but all you can hear and understand is how you wish him to go slower, to spend time by the lake with him just expecting him whispering to you. Obviously the kid is Slytherin because you can imagine him rejecting you outright, insulting you, and you still adore him. Of course it's magic if it can make you–who are always hungry–to stop eating the dessert just to see him longer. Much longer, please.

Third, they sat side by side at the same table; its either Hufflepuff's or Ravenclaw's, clearly ignoring all the glances that were directed at them. Slowly, the voices returned to the hall. But you and your friends were awakened by the stifled cries of one of your seniors, “shit. They did that again."

"Always," you could hear several people answering simultaneously.

Next, you and almost all of your first-grader friends will ask, “who? Who are they?"

One or two people will sigh under their breath. Several girls giggled. Only one can look you straight in the eye and say, "that's, my friend, are Jeno Lee and Jaemin Na."

You can't forget it. Although it is useless because the name will not be forgotten; became a part of your habit at Hogwarts (you will always looked at them whenever they were around), and you know Hogwarts has always been a part of you.

So now, remember it clearly.

Lee fucking Jeno. And Na fucking Jaemin.

-

"Love, you need to eat."

"I'm not hungry. Professor Jung will test our new potions this very morning."

“Don't lie, Lee. You just don't want to throw up because you knew Mat Hutington's potions gonna be sucks." Huang Renjun replied without looking up from the Daily Prophet he was reading. He is a Ravenclaw and surely the smartest student in their year. This year he returned not only as a brilliant student, but also as one of most wanted boys with his mullet haircut and round glasses. Irresistible.

But everyone guessed that he was hanging out with the Slytherin boy so much that his tongue grew sharper over time.

"Is that so, Jeno?"

"Yeah. Professor Jung didn't let me partner up with Renjun."

This time there was a sound of plates being shifted, and Zhong Chenle's cheerful face appeared. He is a fifth year student from Ravenclaw, one year below Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun.

“Of course. If you partner up with Renjun, both of you will take over the class. You guys are like prodigy." Chenle grabbed the toast on Jeno's plate and ate it. Even though he still has half the porridge, he won't waste the opportunity to grab whatever Jaemin makes. Anything Jaemin makes became many times better.

"Damn it, Nana. What did you put here?" Chenle looked at the bread in amazement. 'Nana' is Jaemin's nickname from his closest people like his family, best friend, and boyfriend.

"I just mix the strawberry jam with some fla here."

"Is it that good?" even Renjun glanced over his Daily Prophet. Chenle fed the bread to Renjun who took a bite. A few seconds later, he looked at Jaemin, “make me one, please. I have to taste Richard Yu potions. IF I throw up, at least I had something good after."

“I'll make you one too, Jen. Alright?" Jaemin grabbed some bread from the silver tray and started to spread jam on it.

Jeno gave him a soft look. What did I do to deserve you, Nana? Until now, Lee Jeno didn't know what made Na Jaemin loves him so much. Jaemin can do anything to everyone because he has that magic, but that guy seems happy with Jeno. Although sometimes on super busy days, Jaemin could only see Jeno–who struggling to divides his time between classes, assignments, quidditch practice, being an assistant in the Potion class, his friends and dormitory–at lunch.

"Here." Jeno's reverie was interrupted by Jaemin's voice. Jaemin is already smiling broadly, showing off his perfectly lined teeth and pink cheeks. Jeno's eyes then turned to the bread wrapped in a yellow handkerchief with 'J' embroidery on it.

"Here, Renjun." Jaemin gave another to Renjun.

"Uh-hum."

"Nana," called Jeno. Jaemin slowly slipped his hand between Jeno's fingers.

"Yes, love?"

Jeno leaned forward until his chest met Jaemin's shoulder, then kissed Jaemin's temple. He whispered, "I love you" before stepping back and thanked him.

Jaemin giggled at that. "I know, Jen. I love you too."

“You guys are so whipped even after two freaking years. Disgusting. But I love it,” Chenle shook his head.

Even when blushing, Lee Jeno's face remained colorless. But Jaemin didn't hold back his expression and laughed happily.

“Shut it, Chenle. Please mind your Transfiguration task. I can't teach you anymore because apparently, you tend to forget everything I said right after I said it. Please use that big head,” and Renjun snapped.

Best friend indeed.

-

There was never anything unusual once Na Jaemin entered a room. From the heavy door that always creaked when opened, to the ragged brown cloth bag on his shoulder, everything looked extraordinarily attractive. Even with a slightly frowned forehead as his fingers quickly rummaged through the contents of his bag.

"Forgot your book, Jaem?"

Jaemin looked up. “Mark-hyung. Uhm, yeah. I'm sure I put it on my bag earlier. Maybe I dropped that on common room. Can you please notify Professor Suh to excuse me for a second?"

Lee Minhyung, or Mark Lee, shook his head with a smile. “Here. Use mine. Just sit down, Jamie."

"No... I brought your books so many times before"

"So it won't be a problem, then. Here." Mark shoved his book into Jaemin's hands. After all, he wouldn't use it. As a seventh year student, he helped Professor Suh in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class and memorized the contents of the book After The Dark Arts by heart.

"Thank you so much, Markie."

In order to see Jaemin smiling for him and because of him, Mark Lee was willing to empty his entire bookcase.

Johnny Suh, their teacher for DADA, enters the class and nods at Mark, who immediately raises a stick, closes all the curtains and turns on their material for the day. Along with Professor Suh's explanation of nonverbal spells, Mark pretends to read the parchment even though his eyes are actually watching Jaemin who is sitting not far from him.

Whenever he would help Professor Suh teach sixth grader, he always made sure that his black hair was more style than usual, that his breath was fresh, and that his robes weren't folded. Nobody knows, but he did all that just to meet Na Jaemin.

Na Jaemin who has captivated him in the past three years. Na Jaemin to whom, Mark is really helpless. Even though Jaemin doesn't know, Mark keeps all the memories about Jaemin in his head, hoping that they will be enough when he meets a dementor.

-

Mark Lee comes from a family of wizards. Since childhood, he was able to perform accidental magic that made him always look forward to his school days at Hogwarts. His father and mother met while at Hogwarts and from his little family Mark hopes he too will experience the same thing.

It will be a very nice girl that always laughs at my jokes and smiles at me everytime. Yet among the love letters he received even in his first year, Mark found himself too attracted to classes rather than having a lover. He becomes Professor Suh's favorite student and prefers to spend his free time reading the history of evil witches than reading love letters.

Mark Lee never considered this important until his second year. He did not attend the new student admission night and preferred to read until Wong Yukhei or Lucas, his best friend, entered the room hysterically.

“MAN! YOU MISSED THE WHOLE SHOW!"

Mark groaned, fixed his specs over his nose and gave Lucas an annoyed look. Luckily, Lucas quickly opened a pack filled with roasted chicken, bread, apple pie, candy, and a bottle of pumpkin juice.

“Wow, wow. Slow down, Luc. I told you before: I'm not interested to see new students and the ceremony is waaaaay too long. You know, I spent my night to read about the Ministry of Magic. Its interesting, Luc!"

“That's ain't it, man! You know, among the new kids, there is a Veela. A fucking Veela that took our breath away for almost a minute!” Lucas interrupted him.

"Oh," Mark commented briefly, a little surprised. He had read about Veela before. "They go to school too?"

“Apparently, this boy father is half-Veela and his mum is a Veela. So yeah, he's still human. But you NEED to see..."

"Wait, 'boy'?" Mark repeated, raising an eyebrow, his hand that had reached for the roast chicken floating in the air.

"Yeah, man! Boy. The only boy with Veela-blood that I know. Well, I never know any people with Veela-blood before."

Mark chose to ignore Lucas, half listening to how when the boy first entered the gates of the Great Hall, all breaths were caught. Even when his name was called and he was wearing the selection hat, almost everyone stood up to see him. The boy became a member of Slytherin, producing the loudest cheers in the entire Great Hall, causing the Slytherin table to explode and the other tables to growl in envy. Lucas even took the time to sit beside him and get to know the boy.

“Oh, that's why you are so excited. You will approach him, right?" Mark replied. The food was gone and he took a sip of the pumpkin juice.

"Well, you're gonna do the same if you were there, Markie. But maybe no, since you are a coward." Lucas grinned.

"Watch your mouth, Yukhei."

“Anyway, he is so beautiful and you're gonna thank me later. The name is Jaemin Na."

Mark did not care and chose to sleep. Only the next day he saw the source of the commotion. Mark was standing in the common room, waiting for his friends to go to the Great Hall for breakfast. They were going to Transfiguration class after and Mark spent his time leaning against the wall, his tie just draped around his neck with an unbuckled robe in front of his green vest, rereading his notes. Lucas was standing beside him, chatting with Christian Baumbauer about quidditch.

There was a sound of scrambling steps rising from the rooms and the atmosphere of the common room was suddenly quiet.

Mark looked up from the parchment when he heard Lucas clearing his throat.

“Hi, Jaemin. Good sleep?"

He stifled a laugh at Lucas's apparent nervousness, but was silent as his eyes followed everyone's gaze.

"Hello! Good morning. It's a little bit cold here, yeah?"

Lucas didn't exaggerate his description about the boy. Mark stared at the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Na Jaemin has light brown hair that part in the middle. He wore the same uniform as everyone: a white shirt, green vest, green striped tie, black pants, and a black robe. But he was so thrilling. From his face that seemed to glow, so stark contrast to the dark Slytherin common room, to his high voice.

“Is it?! Oh my–why didn't you tell me? I can give you my blanket! Oh, I know the most comfortable bed warmer. I'll give that to you later, alright?"

Mark blinked and turned to look at Lucas. "Hey, hey! That's mine you're talking about!" he said, unconsciously.

This made everyone stare at him. Jaemin blinked at the senior he just saw with curious eyes.

"Hi. Uhm, Mark Lee." He reached out to Jaemin to save himself from embarrassment. There were a few seconds of silence that made Mark nervous for no apparent reason. In fact, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of Lucas's glancing eyes.

Impossible.

Slowly his hands warmed. “Na Jaemin. Nice to meet you, hyung. Lets be friend, alright?" Na Jaemin's eyes narrowed, presenting his sweetest smile for Mark.

After two months of seeing Jaemin around, Mark found out that it was never been 'she'.

-

After DADA class, Mark waited for Jaemin outside the classroom.

“Thank you so much, Mark. You left a lot of notes in your book. It helped!” Jaemin hissed, holding out Mark's book happily.

"You can keep it, Jaem."

“No! You're gonna need it for N.E.W.T."

“I already memorize everything and I had more notes. You can keep it for a while, make sure that you remember all of the notes. Nonverbal spells is surely one of the hardest thing. Why'd you forget your book, Jamie?"

“I woke up late, Markie. In a rush, if I might add, because Jeno is always waiting for me at exact time outside the Great Hall, y'know?"

One punch. Elbow up. Mark was too trained to even be annoyed by the fact that Jaemin loved Lee Jeno. He smiled a little. “You know you can't do that, Jamie. You can't loose focus anymore. I'm gonna graduate next year."

“I know! I'm helpless. What am I gonna do without you?"

Breath, Mark. "But you have me for now."

"Markie."

Mark Lee stopped his words when he realized Jaemin was looking closely at him. He was worried that he would offend Jaemin.

"I'm glad I have you. You are truly my savior."

This time Mark was at a loss for words. He let Jaemin close at a dangerous distance, then pressed his cheek against Mark's cheek for a moment while his hand patted Mark's back gently.

"Bye, Mark." And Jaemin left. Leaving Mark who fell deep. Alone.

It is always like that.

-

"You gotta be kidding me." Chenle gaped, but a moment later he laughed out loud. Jeno snorted and then walk away. Chenle hurriedly follow him while repeating Jeno's story.

“You told me that Renjun-hyung actually got poisoned in Potions class. Professor Jung really made you guinea pigs, huh?" Chenle was still laughing. He had just finished lunch when Jeno told him that Renjun was in the Hospital Wing. That's where the two of them are now heading.

“Whatever. I'm glad Renjun still can make it to the hospital. His hand was blistered. I can heal him, but Professor Jung seems guilty and asked me to take him to Madame Choi."

Chenle shook his head. "Richard Yu is dead."

Jeno gave Chenle a quick glance, but decided not to answer him.

"Hi, Jeno!" they ran into a group of Gryffindor students heading to the Great Hall, looking to have just finished from Herbology class because of their rolled up arms and the muddy hem of their robes. Their prefect, Lee Haechan, a young man with tanned skin, bright orange hair, and always smiling, greeted him cheerfully.

“Haechan. Hi." Jeno nodded and smiled faintly, causing the several girls behind Haechan to squeal in joy.

"Lunch?" Haechan slowed down his steps until he completely stopped, letting the rest of the Gryffindors walks pass them.

"No. I had to visit Renjun in the Hospital Wing."

"Oh, crap. I heard that. Richard Yu blew his potions, huh?" Haechan asked sympathetically.

"He added to much wormwood, so yeah..."

“I hope Renjun get well soon. But you had that too, right?"

"Me? No… Mr. Hutington just add some unnecessary ingredients. Its just minor burns,” Jeno raised his right hand spontaneously. Haechan's eyebrows dropped at the sight.

“You know you can call him Mat, right, Jen? He's overwhelmed to work with you."

"Is that so?"

Haechan nodded confidently. "You're gonna treat that, right?" he pointed at Jeno's hand. "Can I see?"

Jeno pulled off his robe, revealing burn marks around his hands from the explosion of Mat Hutington's potions.

"Oh, no," Haechan sighed.

“Its okay. Madame Choi will heal it in a second."

"Well, she has to. You'll have quidditch soon, right? Hufflepuff would not want their best chaser to miss training." Haechan smiled.

Jeno just nodded at him, a little bit flustered. "Thank you. See you."

"Uh-huh, Nana will be furious to see that." As soon as they moved away from Haechan, Chenle chirping in.

"What?"

“You did know he was trying to flirt with you, right? I mean, he likes you."

"Who?"

"Lee Haechan."

“Don't be stupid, Chenle. He's just a friend."

"Yeah. A friend who saw all of your practices and matches, bought you cakes and candies from Hogsmeade, sent you letters regularly; with gifts not just in Christmas and your birthday, say hi everytime he sees you, completely worry everytime you got ‘sick’…”

Chenle was too smart and Jeno was afraid that what Chenle said was correct. Lee Haechan is one of his very limited amount of friends. He is too cold and nervous to have extensive associations while Lee Haechan is a magnet; he was friends with everyone and was known as a friendly student. Jeno doesn't want to lose Haechan as a friend.

“Trust me, he's a very good people. A very nice friend," He repeated to reassure himself and Chenle knew this.

“Anything that suits you. If you want to keep it secret, please be good at it."

They arrived at the door of the hospital. As soon as he pushed the door open, he could see that Renjun was lying on the bed but still speaking furiously. Next to him, sat Jaemin who was holding his hand.

“…I fucking knew it. The smoke from the cauldron was purple. I was ready to scold him when the cauldron exploded in front of me. I expected Professor Jung to deduct the points of his house, but considering Jeno struggled to read Potion: In Advance to get 20 points, of course I couldn't..."

-

Lee Haechan thought about giving the gift now.

Actually he had already prepared the gift for later, after Lee Jeno finished his first match. But when he heard about the chaos in the Potion class this morning, he couldn't help but give Lee Jeno something. Hogsmeade visit is not gonna happen soon so he has almost nothing to give. Unless that one thing. He opened the top drawer and took out the innermost box there.

He made sure the room was empty before opening the box. This time you can see the upholstery box and the objects inside. A pin with a black stone that looks elegant. Haechan bought it from his last visit at Hogsmeade. He imagined Jeno wearing the pin on his robe. That pin is no ordinary pin. It can change color according to the weather forecast that day. A pin worthy of a quidditch player, especially a reliable one like Lee Jeno.

Smiling, Haechan closed the velvet box. Quickly he grabbed the small parchment and a pen. He wrote a message for Jeno which he would tie to the small box. After that, he tied the two of them to the leg of his owl, Moo. He flew the bird through the window in the direction its clearly memorized, just as the bedroom door swung open.

"What are you doing, Hyuck?" Liu Yangyang, his friend, entered and landed himself on the bed. He ignored Haechan's disapproving look at his muddy boots. "I'll clean it later, alright? I just played quidditch with some of Huffie and their chaser actually grabbed a quaffle from my hands and almost knock me out."

"Aw, did you fall?"

Yangyang looked at Haechan, frowning. "Of course you're defending that Hufflepuff vampire!"

"Hey!" suddenly Haechan looked angry. His face was getting redder and he looked hurt. "Watch your mouth."

"S-sorry." Yangyang found himself slacking off, obviously offending Haechan.

“Yang, we've talked about this. Its not fair to bring Jeno's grandfather when we talk about him. He's nice, alright? That's unnecessary and rude."

Yangyang sighed before responding. “Sorry, okay? I'm mad at myself too. He's not the one who actually beat that bludger to my broom. In fact, he worried about me. But, do you think you're the one who exaggerating right now? He has a boyfriend, Hyuck."

This time Haechan shifted his gaze, busy himself with arranging the books on the table. "I know." Yangyang just stated the fact that he had wanted to avoid with all his might. Of course he knew about Na Jaemin. How couldn't he when Jaemin is always around Lee Jeno.

Haechan sighed. He ignored Yangyang, who left the room to clean himself. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. At least for now, he could be himself: Lee Haechan that helplessly, voluntarily, and stupidly fall in love with Lee Jeno. Lee fucking Jeno.

-

Haechan remembers the first time he saw Lee Jeno, he wondered why such a handsome boy always wanted to hide himself from others. Jeno stepped off the Hogwarts Express with a cold gaze, his hands as if hidden into the robe to show how restrained he was. Haechan's nervousness grew and it was difficult to tell whether it was because he would be sorted into the best magic school in the world or because Lee Jeno was walking beside him.

"Never seen magic before, Lee Haechan?" they were waiting for the main gate to open and a child voiced out from the crowd behind Haechan. Haechan turned his head and found a sharp-eyed boy who overheard his conversation on the Hogwarts Express.

"Enjoy it now 'cause you gonna be kick out in a week." The boy continued, looking like he had found his target.

No one made a sound. Everyone looked at Haechan who was blushing in his black robe, starting to regret his wish to become a witch and miss his parents.

"Stop it, Mr. Xiao,” suddenly came a voice from beside Haechan. Haechan stared with his gleamful eyes and noticed that the boy he had been staring at was now looking straight.

"Lee Jeno, you don't need to stoop that low, okay?" the sharp-eyed boy called 'Xiao' replied. "Look at him. I bet he never know about magic before his letter came. We don't need a clueless muggle here. He's definitely not Hermione Granger."

Tears had already gathered in the corners of Haechan's eyes and he could feel his hands trembling. The air around them thickened and everyone looked their way. Even though Xiao Dejun's words were right, that Haechan had never seen magic before, but this was their first day and Haechan was sure he could learn.

He didn't want to be the cause of a fight, so he hold Lee Jeno's arm because he looked like he was about to hoof towards Xiao Dejun.

“Geez, can't you guys stop? Its our first day."

This time everyone turned towards the light blonde-haired boy who was parting the crowd from behind. Haechan could feel everyone's eyes enlarging at the sight of the boy stepping closer.

Magic. I saw magic. Haechan's heart was pounding even stronger and his mouth fell open as the extraordinarily beautiful boy approached them.

"Jaemin-ah."

Even Xiao Dejun's fierce gaze completely faded away, changing to a friendly greeting. But Na Jaemin ignored it. He looked at Lee Jeno closely.

Lee Jeno shook his head to himself, and turned around while nudging Haechan in the ribs, gesturing to turn back facing forward.

Slowly the attention to them began to fade, although almost everyone still stole a glance at Na Jaemin. Xiao Dejun even raised his chin as Na Jaemin stood beside him.

"T-thank you," Haechan whispered to his savior. "I'm Lee Haechan."

“Xiao Dejun is rude. Stay away from him, okay?" Jeno whispered without turning around. Slowly he leaned back, blocking Haechan's view of Xiao Dejun. Haechan's face flushed and he held herself back to looked at Jeno.

It was only after the new student admissions greeting ended and Haechan was more nervous about waiting for the selection hat to announce Lee Jeno's house than himself. He was fidgeting in Gryffindor table.

He must be Gryffindor, right? He is brave and kind. Typical hero. 

His shoulders sagged and he felt his appetite disappear after hearing the selection hat shouting "Hufflepuff!" after sitting on top of Jeno's head for a while. Lee Jeno didn't smile, nor did he frown. His cold face continued to appear throughout the dinner even though several people talked to him. Even when the Great Hall broken as Na Jaemin came forward.

"Slytherin!"

Of course, Haechan thought when he saw the smirk on Na Jaemin's face. Everyone at the Slytherin table clapped loudly while several people around Haechan groaned in disappointment.

"He's a veela." He heard Liu Yangyang next to him said.

"A what? Who?" Haechan who was busy glancing at Lee Jeno asked.

“Na Jaemin. His father is half-Veela but his mum is a Veela. That's why he is THAT beautiful." Yangyang sighed when he saw Jaemin at his desk, smiling.

"Oh." That was all Haechan's answer. Apart from that the boy is very charming, he has absolutely no interest in Na Jaemin.

He swallowed his food hoping that Lee Jeno would direct his gaze at him. Just once.

-

Its always been Lee Jeno for Haechan.

All of his memories at Hogwarts almost always contain Lee Jeno. The quiet, cold, and genius Lee Jeno. After two weeks at Hogwarts, Haechan had memorized by heart the Lee Jeno's family tree. Apparently, his grandfather was a vampire. A great and old one. This has led to a rumor about how Jeno's father routinely hunts for human blood as he apparently inherited that tendency from his parent. Some parents are even worried about Lee Jeno's presence around their child, but the Principal and all the teachers assure them that Lee Jeno is not what everyone thinks.

Lee Jeno did inherit the physical features of a vampire. His blonde hair, pale face, to his extraordinary agility. He flies well. Not only that, in an instant Lee Jeno and Huang Renjun became the two most prominent people in every class. With all that attention, Lee Jeno seemed to have decided not to attract more people's interest. He seemed to immerse himself in the group of his friends every time he changed classes and never looked up. Huang Renjun was his first friend who accompanied him every breakfast.

"Hi, Jeno."

Lee Jeno looked up to find Haechan's familiar face who was standing not far from him. "Um. Hi."

"Good luck on your quidditch test." Haechan said it in one breath, causing Huang Renjun to look at him too.

"Uh, yeah. Thank you." Jeno gave his faint smile and Haechan ran away from the Great Hall. He was greeted by Yangyang's laughter awaiting him.

"What is that?"

"Shut up, Yang," Haechan hissed with flushed face.

"You're whipped!" and Haechan regrets taught his best friends some of muggle terms.

But Yangyang was right. Haechan learned quidditch even harder than quidditch players. He came to all Hufflepuff matches after Lee Jeno was chosen to be one of the chasers in his third year. From there, he knew Lee Jeno's reflexes very well. Opposing team chasers and keepers always have trouble penetrating their defenses, making the opposing team beaters have to go the extra mile to at least get Lee Jeno's attention off the quaffle and their net.

"Lee Haechan, you need to stop."

This time, Yangyang's voice sounded firm. They were in the Gryffindor common room. Haechan sat by the fire while writing a Christmas greeting letter to Jeno. This seems to be their habit. Before, Haechan dared to send a letter to thank him and he didn't expect when Jeno would really reply. Since then, they regularly send letters.

thanks. Merry Christmas to you too, Lee Haechan.
How is your holiday?
PS: I'm not good at this. Please forgive me before.

It was Jeno's first reply to him and Haechan couldn't be happier. He then tried to say hello every time he met Jeno, trying to chat even though Jeno always looked cold.

This Christmas, Haechan plans to present wool gloves which he thinks will be very suitable for Jeno to wear when they go to Hogsmeade. 

"What?" Haechan didn't bother looking up from the parchment. Yangyang always reminded him of his "unhealthy obsession" with Lee Jeno, but he didn't care. He is quite happy to be one of the few people who are on good terms with Lee Jeno.

Yangyang looked at Haechan sympathetically before saying softly, "he likes Na Jaemin."

"WHAT?!" Haechan looked up, nearly spilled his ink bottle and made several people turn their heads. "That's impossible!" He continued in a muffled voice.

Yangyang sat in front of him. “Sarah Connor and Erica McCandles saw them after Potion class. He asked Na Jaemin to go on a date with him."

"You gotta be kidding me." Haechan felt his throat dry and his brain stop functioning. “He's just tried to be nice. Na Jaemin is stupid, that's why Jeno helped him."

Yangyang shook his head, hoping that this time he could help his friend. He loves Haechan. Haechan is the warmest and kindest person he has ever met. He didn't want Haechan to get hurt knowing this from someone else. The news about Na Jaemin and Lee Jeno, the two most famous people in their year, will certainly spread faster.

"No no," Haechan's voice choked up, as if he was trying to convince himself. Slowly, his smile returned. “Lee Jeno is nice. He's just being nice. I'm sure."

Right? Haechan said to himself, doubtfully. But there's no way someone as nice as Lee Jeno likes Na Jaemin. Na Jaemin from all people? Na Jaemin is really beautiful. But he had a myriad of devotees and was very proud of it. Lee Jeno will even stay away from people like Na Jaemin.

Haechan continued his letter-writing activities, clearly ignoring Yangyang's sympathetic gaze. He was determined to chat with Jeno more often, even though it meant that he had to find a route so that he could bump into Jeno in the corrider as much as possible. Unfortunately, Jeno seemed to have disappeared for three days. He didn't even see Jeno at the Hufflepuff table during mealtime and all their teachers seemed to ignore Jeno's absence from class. The only thing that can relieve Haechan between the gossip about Jaemin and Jeno is that Xiao Dejun and his friends are still following Jaemin as usual.

Show off, Haechan thought as he looked away as the Slytherins passed their table. Xiao Dejun seemed to be Jaemin's number one follower. He doesn't even hesitate to block anyone who approaches Jaemin and happily rejects love confessions aimed at Jaemin (even though there is a clear reason behind it). However, his fear became real.

For the first time, Na Jaemin and Lee Jeno entered the Great Hall together for breakfast. The two of them joining their hands, making everyone gasp: between disappointment and amazement. Jeno's face was cold as usual, seemingly trying to brace himself with all the attention that was clearly directed at them. Meanwhile Jaemin smiled faintly, making Haechan want to hit that pretty face.

The two of them did not stop the show by sitting together at the Ravenclaw table, joining Huang Renjun who, as usual, read the Daily Prophet. Jeno seemed to be eating reluctantly, making Jaemin lean in and whisper something. Jeno laughed softly and nodded.

Lee Jeno never laughs. His eyes suddenly narrowed, formed a crescent moon and bared his neat teeth. Haechan's hands clenched into fists realizing that he had never seen such a beautiful laugh before and his irritation grew because Na Jaemin was the cause of the laughter.

Haechan was heartbroken when he found himself falling in love with Lee Jeno again.

-

Haechan is not alone. Half of the castle is also disappointed with Jeno and Jaemin's relationship. Mark Lee was no exception.

He regrets why he didn't take the time to talk more and longer with Na Jaemin. Well, he knew the cause was his heart that seemed unorganized every time he faced the younger. But when he saw Jeno and Jaemin always making out, he felt that he didn't try enough.

“I bet its because Jeno's vampire blood. You know, maybe he kinda not affected that much with Jaemin,” Lucas argued. Jeno and Jaemin just returned from their visit to Hogsmeade. Jeno took off his gloves (in baby blue color: a gift from Haechan who despite his heartbreak couldn't stop himself from sending his present), shook them off to let out snow while Jaemin hugged him from behind, trying to warm himself.

Mark snorted at his food. His face flushed uncontrollably when he realized that he wished to be the one who took Jeno's place, especially having Jaemin hugged him from behind like that. That ungrateful bitch, Mark thought as he glanced at Jeno's usual expressionless face. On the other hand, he was secretly amazed to see Jeno looking that calm when Jaemin was always by his side.

"Fuck. He's really living the dream," Lucas muttered again. His face also looked cloudy even though Mark knew that he didn't really fall in love with Jaemin. Its just a bare infatuation that caused by Jaemin's Veela-blood.

Zhong Chenle shrieked and walked up to Jaemin and Jeno. Jaemin laughed and gave Chenle a cup of candy from his pocket, making Chenle jump up and down with joy. Jaemin released his hug from Jeno and embraced Chenle, marching into the Great Hall for dinner. Jeno followed behind him.

“Xiaojun! Are you okay with it?" Lucas asked Xiaojun who had just sat in front of them. He was also came back from Hogsmeade, looking handsome with black hair that contrasts with his white sweater.

"That?" Xiaojun repeated, grabbing a plate.

“Jeno and Jaemin. What they did in Hogsmeade?"

"Ah, I saw them kissed," Xiaojun answered calmly.

"I thought you liked him." Mark answered.

Xiaojun stared at Mark for a second, before laughing. "Na Jaemin?"

Mark felt lost as Lucas even gave him a look of concern. "What are you doing, man? You're really not interested in Jaemin, huh? You didn't even know that Xiaojun is his cousin."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, Mark-hyung. My father is Jaemin's dad brother. We grew up together and I don't like him that way,” Xiaojun explained. “So yeah, Jeno is okay. He passed my screening so that's why they're dating now."

Inwardly, Mark cursed himself because Xiaojun was one of the reasons why he was so careful to approach Jaemin. He always thought that Xiaojun liked Jaemin and Jaemin in a lesser extent would also like Xiaojun because he allowed Xiaojun to be around him almost every day.

At least Mark hopes that Jeno and Jaemin won't last long.

-

Na Jaemin is always a Slytherin.

He knows he is charming and can conquer anyone with it. This made him seem half-hearted in studying. He will only learn when he wants to. At least, this slightly has changed since he became Lee Jeno's boyfriend and became friends with Huang Renjun and Zhong Chenle.

Renjun always said that Jaemin had the qualifications to become an unique wizard because of his Veela blood. But Jaemin didn't want to try hard. This is what Jeno wanted to change. After being in a relationship for some time, Jeno began to routinely invite Jaemin to study together at the library.

"I'd rather make out with you," Jaemin always pouted whenever Jeno forced him to do an assignment.

“After this, Nana. You need to finish your Transfiguration task. Join Chenle. Renjun is teaching him." As usual, Jeno will cheer him on.

So when Na Jaemin's grades improved, he owed a huge debt to Jeno, Renjun, and Chenle. The three of them also played a big role in refining Jaemin's character.

“I'm tired of these confession. Can't they see that Jeno and I are together? Jen, love, do you think we didn't make out enough to push them away?"

Renjun choked while Chenle giggled. They were gathered in the yard, eating candy and reading. This activity is quite rare considering their respective activities. But after a month of compromises, Jaemin managed to force his three friends to enjoy an afternoon outside the castle. However, they are still annoyed by two owls who land a letter and parcel on Jaemin's lap.

"'Na Jaemin, I will always love you', 'you are mesmerizing', 'please don't mind me staring at your beautiful soul every single time I had the chance...'" Jaemin read a few lines from the letter he received.

Renjun and Chenle laughed simultaneously while Jeno held back a smile.

“Wow, 'beautiful soul'. Whoever it is, they definitely don't know you, Jaemin," Renjun said.

“What do you mean? My soul IS beautiful!"

“You actually waited for Mat Hutington in front of Hufflepuff common room and told him to study harder because he burned Jeno's hand. I swear I heard him sobs,” Renjun replied mercilessly.

"Better be after he ruined my boyfriend hands."

"Baby, it's a minor wound and it's completely gone."

“Shut up, Lee Jeno. You know I hate it when you hurt yourself. I did the same thing with Richard Yu, Huang Renjun. Where's your gratitude?"

Renjun rolled his eyes and says playfully, "thank you, my hero."

"Exactly," Jaemin sighed. He leaned his body against Jeno's chest. His hand grasped Jeno's hand, but Jeno withdrew his hand slowly.

"My hands are cold, Nana."

"Don't care." Jaemin tightened his grip. He knew that Jeno's temperature was much lower than the average person. Until now, Jaemin was always moved by Jeno's attitude who tried to warm him up.

"Oh! Its from that side of the castle. Our Gryffindor seeker is bold, huh?" Renjun pointed at the owl which was now approaching their direction. Chenle's face flushed red. Renjun is referring to fifth year Gryffindor Park Jisung, Chenle's crush.

“I already replied to Jisung's letter this morning.”

"Well, he must have liked you so much that he sent you owls on the afternoon."

The brown owl dived low, turning above them before dropping the parcel at Jeno's feet.

"Hm?" Jaemin pulled his eyebrows, confused. Jeno grabbed the box. He looked at the letter tied on top and put the box in his the bag.

"Jen, who is that?" Jaemin got up, looked at Jeno.

Uh-huh, Renjun and Chenle looked at each other warily. Of course they knew who it was from.

"It must be from Lee Haechan, you know, that prefect from Gryffindor?" Jeno replied calmly.

"Okay," Jaemin tried to remember if there was a special moment where he could understand the correspondence between Haechan and Jeno. "Why don't you open that now?"

"Baby."

“Yeah, Jeno-hyung. Why don't you open the gift now?" Chenle replied. He knew his words only added fuel to the hot atmosphere, but after seeing Haechan and Jeno's previous interactions, he thought Jaemin should know before things got worse.

Jeno looked at Chenle with a look that scared anyone. But this is Chenle. Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun have practically raised him for the past five years. Chenle no longer gets scared easily and has more or less contracted some aspects of Slytherin from Jaemin.

Slowly, Jeno took out the parcel from his bag. He opened it slowly, a little frightened by Jaemin's suspicious gaze.

"Ooh!" Renjun commented when he saw the contents of the velvet box in Jeno's hand.

"What is that?" Jaemin asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"A stone whose color changes according to the weather and your mood," Renjun happily explained since he was the one who always read The Daily Prophet (and the advertisement inside it).

“Oh, very considerate. He's thinking of Jeno who will soon be practicing quidditch almost every day."

Jaemin clenched his teeth, quickly grabbed the parchment scroll tied to the box wrapper and read it.

"Nana," Jeno called, trying to reach Haechan's letter.

“'I feel bad about your wound but I know you'll heal soon. I hope you don't push yourself too hard during practice. You already won Quidditch Cup two times, Jen. Take breaks if you need them. I bought this at Hogsmeade and know that it is a perfect gift for you. Do me a favor not to practice if this stones says it's going to be raining hard, okay?' What the hell, Lee Jeno?" Jaemin read out a piece of Haechan's letter and stopped when Jeno grabbed the letter, quickly shoved it into a bag.

"How did he know..." Renjun muttered.

"Oh, we met him when we're going to hospital to visit you. He saw Jeno-hyung hands and I'm sure he didn't lie: he does feel bad about it,” Chenle answered quickly.

"Zhong Chenle," said Jeno when he realized Chenle's voice was clearly provoking Jaemin.

But too late. Jaemin already closed his mouth tightly. He grabbed his letters that splayed on his lap, burned them, and got up.

"Sorry. Lets just go back to the castle."

"Hm? I thought we were gonna be here until dinner." Renjun, Chenle, and Jeno followed him.

"I don't even want dinner at all." Jaemin stuck his hand into his jacket pocket, clearly avoiding Jeno's hand that was trying to grab his arm, then walked away.

"Chenle, I didn't appreciate it." Jeno gave Chenle one last look before catching up with Jaemin. Renjun and Chenle let the two of them disappear into the castle.

"I think you're somehow would be fit in Slytherin..." Renjun sighed as he looked at Chenle.

-

"Nana. Baby." Jeno managed to hold off Jaemin before they approached Slytherin common room.

“Don't 'baby' me, Lee Jeno. What the hell is that? Why did he sent you that kind of letter?"

"Its nothing, really! He's just a friend of mine." Jeno could see Jaemin's eyes burning and he knew Jaemin wouldn't be easily persuaded. “Na Jaemin, listen to me, okay? We're just friend."

“Friend won't sent that kind of letter and that kind of gift out of nothing, Lee Jeno. Actually, what kind of reply that you sent him before? I never know because you never let me. But I'm really curious now."

"You're doubting me? Come on, Jaemin. Don't be dramatic and trust me, okay?" Jeno's forehead frowned at the accusing tone in Jaemin's voice. "Seriously?"

"Do I look like I'm not serious?"

"Nana. I love you. Only you."

"What kind of gift that you sent him last Christmast, Jen?" Jaemin insisted.

Jeno looked at Jaemin in disbelief. "I can't believe this." One of the problems that often arise in their relationship is that Jeno thinks that Jaemin would always took everything excessively.

"Me too." Jaemin released his hand from Jeno's grasp and stepped away. Jeno has repeatedly explained that Haechan is his friend. Jaemin believes in his boyfriend, but he doesn't trust other people. He doesn't know how Jeno and Haechan are friends because they don't have anything in common. And its bothers him a lot so he would need assurance from his boyfriend. But sometimes (like right now) Jeno just can't give it to him and he still couldn't process how its okay to be that close with another people that have a boyfriend. Heck, Jaemin would never do that.

-

Jaemin did not come at dinner. Xiaojun says his cousin doesn't want to be disturbed. He gave Jeno an encouraging pat on the shoulder before heading for the Slytherin table since he knew that Jaemin could be too much sometimes.

Jeno's languid face was of course caught by Haechan from his table. Doesn't he like my present? Usually Jeno will try to reply to his letter as quickly as possible. Haechan missed Jeno's thanks and how gentle he was in each letter.

He was about to approach Jeno after dinner, but Jeno just disappeared among the crowd of Hufflepuff students. Feeling worried, Haechan decided to look for him, at the same time to avoid Yangyang who began to be suspicious of his behavior.

I won't be that crazy, Haechan thought as he walked through the Astronomy tower. He was determined to find Jeno in the castle and so he could get himself out of trouble because he knew Yangyang would nag him. But how could he not after seeing Jeno's shoulders drop while eating dinner before. The last time Haechan saw him so sluggish was after he collapsed in a quidditch match against Gryffindor two years ago (leaving Haechan barely congratulating his own house team).

That time, Haechan gave him white chocolate and Jeno smiled at him for the first time. Now he doesn't know the reason for Jeno's sadness, but he wants to comfort Jeno. He tries to open the door to each class, hoping to find Jeno alone because he knew that its Jeno's habit when he feeling sad. And maybe, maybe bring a little happiness for the older.

-

Na Jaemin eased his anxiety by staying quiet in the corner of the library. He is trying to work on the new Alchemy assignments that will be submitted next month, hoping to distract himself from Lee Haechan's letters and gifts.

He flipped the page when a piece of parchment caught his eye.

I will wait for you in our classroom after dinner. -J

Jaemin snorted, landing his back on the back of the chair. Jeno always has his ways. Somehow he slipped the message into his book, as if knowing that Jaemin would avoid and choose to do Professor Edmund's assignment.

Jaemin can never be angry with Jeno for too long and Jeno knows that. He cleaned up his table when he realized that dinner time was over. Avoiding the crowd, he took a detour towards the Astronomy Tower, where he kept meeting Jeno in secret.

He pushed open the classroom door, then closed it slowly. Renjun was the one who told them about this classroom. Since he often studied late, even until the library closed, Professor Jung told him a comfortable classroom to study because the moonlight shone directly through the tall windows. That's where Renjun invited his friends to spend time and that's where finally Jaemin and Jeno often took the time to meet.

Jaemin put his bag on the table. There was no sign of Jeno's presence other than–

"Baby."

Jaemin hold himself from cursing. He knew they had been in a relationship for too long so he shouldn't be surprised by Jeno's sudden presence. But Jeno was always adept at hiding the aura of his presence.

Jeno hugged him from behind, resting his chin on Jaemin's shoulder.

"I miss you."

"Hm. You are pretty obvious, Mr. Lee. We just met this evening and you suddenly miss me after we fought?"

"Did we?" Jeno pretended to be surprised.

Jaemin pinched Jeno's hand which was curled around his stomach while Jeno laughed.

"I'm sorry. Okay?" from his voice, Jaemin could tell that Jeno's perfect smile had disappeared. “That's just a friend of mine, Nana. You know I'm not like you. I don't have a lot of friends."

"Don't you dare to blame it on me, Lee Jeno."

“No, its not like that! Right. I just wanna say that I'm sorry and I love you so much."

Jaemin sighed. He knew he loves Jeno too much to let them get mad at each other for a long time.

“Me too, love. I guess I just overreact." Jaemin stroked the back of Jeno's hand on his stomach. "I don't want to fight with you."

"Sorry, baby."

Jeno released his hug, turned Jaemin's body to hug him tighter, buried his face in Jaemin's shoulder while his hand stroked Jaemin's back. He knows Jaemin is very happy with skinship and even though it was awkward at first, Jeno knows that he is also very comfortable and loves to touch Jaemin. Jaemin is the only person who doesn't shudder when they accidentally touch.

"Jeno." Jaemin's hands grabbed Jeno's cheeks, making Jeno tilt his face, kissing Jaemin's palm. Vanilla and sweets, Jeno thinks. He memorized Jaemin's scent, even when he wasn't wearing any perfume. Jaemin looked up and kissed Jeno. Jeno kissed him back eagerly, tightening her hug around Jaemin's waist.

For a few minutes, no sound came out of the two of them as the kiss deepened and their eyes were closed, enjoying the little time that made them immortal. But Jaemin pulled his face when his tongue touched Jeno's pair of canines.

"No, baby," Jeno pursued Jaemin's lips. Jaemin smiled and landed a light kiss on Jeno's lips.

“Love, its been weeks. Come on."

“You didn't have dinner before, Nana. You will be very weak.” Jeno looked at Jaemin gently.

“I ate cake from one of my gifts…” Jaemin's face flushed slightly. Usually he will not touch any gifts given to him. But earlier he had taken the time to eat chocolate cake after it passed Xiaojun's supervision. Well, it wouldn't be his fault if he was in danger when he ate food that laced with amortentia (Jeno and Xiaojun go berserk at that time).

“You shouldn't skip skip dinner, Nana. You really didn't want to see me, huh?" Jeno sighed, his forehead creased in displeasure.

"Love," Jaemin groaned. “Just… do it. I miss you. I want you inside me." Jaemin knew the effect he has on Jeno. He looked at Jeno's eyes which now turned red. Slowly he removed his hand from Jeno's chest, pulled the sleeve of his sweater so that one of his shoulder was exposed.

Jeno held his breath looking at Jaemin's white skin under the moonlight. He caught a very familiar smell and his breathing became heavy.

Jaemin saw Jeno's doubts as clearly as he saw Jeno's jaw that was hardening.

Quickly, Jaemin sat down at a nearby table, grabbing Jeno's robe by the collar so that the boy was standing between his legs. He pulled Jeno's nape, bringing Jeno's face closer to his neck. He swallowed hard as Jeno's warm breath smacked his skin. Seeing this, Jeno's defenses collapsed. He kissed Jaemin's temple, then went down to Jaemin's jaw and neck.

Jaemin muttered softly, stroking Jeno's nape to reassure him as little kisses landed on his neck.

“Easy, baby…” Jeno whispered lowly as Jaemin's legs curled around his waist. He opened his mouth, let his fangs touch Jaemin's skin, making Jaemin's grip tighter.

At times like this, Jeno could only realize the beauty in front of him and how lucky he was when Jaemin loved him as much as he loved Jaemin. He remembers how he always shook his head when he met Jaemin to get rid of all the charm that boy gave him. It took more than two years for Jeno to realize that he lost and would never win against Jaemin because he wanted Jaemin. So much.

Not only his beauty, but also his love and blood. Slowly Jeno stuck his teeth into Jaemin's nape. He heard Jaemin's sigh and when Jaemin's hand squeezed his hair, the iron taste changed to a sweet taste. Jeno squeezed Jaemin's waist, his eyes slowly closed when he realized Jaemin gave himself to him wholeheartedly. Like the first time they did this.

“Go on, love. I'm yours." Even though he was drunk with Jaemin's scent and blood, Jeno could still hear Jaemin's moan. Jaemin pulled his face up high, giving Jeno the full access he wanted. He bit his lip and squeezed Jeno's hair to calm himself down, waiting for the stinging pain to calming down. Its amazing, the feeling of surrendering yourself to somebody who you completely trust. Jeno was not just somebody. He was perfect for Jaemin. Every times they did this, Jaemin could feel the pressure on his bare neck quickly turn into something more magical. More beautiful. No one knows, except Xiaojun, about how it feels like for a Veela to have someone they loved marked them. Jeno didn't know this and Jaemin had been planning on telling him later when they're talk about their future after graduation. He doesn't want to overwhelmed Jeno since its really a big deal for him and his family. He knows since the first time he met Lee Jeno, the older could kill him and he wouldn't hesitate to give it away. 

When he felt Jeno's tongue brush against his skin, Jaemin let out the loudest sigh that night.

-

Night duty is Mark Lee's favorite. As the head of boys prefect, he not only made sure all students obeyed the curfew, but also that the prefects on duty also fulfilled their tasks.

Like tonight.

He had just waved to Hufflepuff prefect, Hendery Wong, after they had briefly chatted on the spiral staircase as he climbed the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. The tower is one of the loneliest corners of Hogwarts, especially at night. Usually he would skip the tower because the only person he met at the tower was Professor Jung. Sometimes accompanied by Huang Renjun.

So he was quite surprised when he saw an unfamiliar figure standing in front of the half-closed classroom door. Mark was about to shout out when he realized it was Lee Haechan, Gryffindor prefect. He was sure that tonight wasn't Haechan's turn to go around, but he decided to get closer.

Haechan seemed oblivious to his presence. He was too focused on what he saw in the room. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open. As they faced each other, Mark could see Haechan's lips trembling. What...

He touched Haechan's shoulder, making the boy flinch and almost scream when Mark didn't close his mouth.

Just about to ask, Haechan was already shaking his head quickly and pointing inside the classroom. Mark stared at him confusedly, but followed Haechan's forefinger. He focused his gaze until the shock wave hit him.

In the empty classroom, he saw two people who seemed to be hugging. One of them are turning his back to the door, but Mark could see the exposed back clearly. He took a step closer to the door for a better look and froze when he realized he knew the white sweater that the person was wearing.

Jaemin? He shuddered when he realized that the person kissing Jaemin's neck was none other than Lee Jeno. He thought they were making out when he saw how Jeno's lips opened against Jaemin's skin, obviously sipping something.

Mark was completely shocked. It was Haechan who realized that their presence was clearly unexpected and he grabbed Mark's arm, quickly leaving the place after half hovering up the stairs until he arrived at the top floor, right in front of Professor Park's office.

"What the fuck is that." This is the first time Haechan heard Mark Lee cursing.

-

It took half an hour for Haechan and Mark to access what they had just seen.

Mark, who was the first to clear his throat, turned his head towards Haechan who was still dumbfounded, staring out the window.

"Uhm, should we... back and... y'know... see them..."

"No," Haechan answered quickly, seems to understand what Mark gonna propose. "We can't tell them that we knew, Mark. We can't."

Mark cleared his throat again, taken aback with the certainty in Haechan voice. "I didn't think that the rumors were true."

When Haechan just looked at him expectantly, he continued, "you know… that Jeno still inherited vampire features from his grandfather.”

"That's rubbish."

"But you saw that by yourself!"

"But he's not like that, Mark." Haechan shook his head. "I am sure. He just..."

"Drinking Jaemin's blood," Mark said dryly.

Haechan sighed. “Lee Jeno is nice. You see, Jaemin doesn't seem to refuse either. Whatever they do, it's consensual."

"I don't know, Haechan-ah." Mark paused for a moment before processing what Haechan said. "You think I should ask Jaemin?"

"And let them know if we knew? No, Mark. I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why you don't really want them to find out that we know? If whatever they are doing is consensual, shouldn't they be able to answer it?”

"Then everyone will find out that Jeno has indeed inherited the features of a vampire like you said?"

There was a real silence following Haechan's high-pitched words.

Mark narrowed his eyes, "Haechan... you..." He might be a little dense, but he's not dumb. He clearly could see the admiration in Haechan eyes every time he mentioned Jeno's name.

Haechan covered his face. "Yes."

"Oh." Mark licked his lips. "I don't know, sorry. I thought it was just a joke." He had heard their friends tease Haechan. And all of that teasing always has to do with a particular Lee Jeno.

“I liked him from the moment I arrived at Hogwarts. I wish I had a chance with him. Even when I found out that he was in a relationship with Na Jaemin. I think with everything that Jaemin has, they won't last long and I can… you know,” Haechan explained in a desperate tone.

Mark sighed before answering, clearly could empathize with Haechan's feeling. "Wow, same with me, then."

"YOU WHAT?"

“I've liked Jaemin for a long time. This is not just a mere crush like the people that have been chasing Jaemin all along. In fact, I did not dare to go after him because I was afraid he would think that I'm not different with those people. I never knew he would end up with Lee Jeno.”

"Oh my god!" Haechan closed his mouth, startled. He never thought that Mark Lee would have a tendency to avoid people that he likes. The prefect Mark Lee, out of all the people.

“You are handsome, smart, and perfect. Well, even for me you're not as perfect as Lee Jeno. But I'm sure no one could reject you, Mark." 

"You think so?" Mark let out a dry laugh, suddenly embarrassed with Haechan's blunt statement. "I'm still trying to get Jaemin's attention, but I realized he really loves Jeno."

"Ouch," Haechan knew he was in the same position.

They fell silent again, seeming to contemplate all the futile efforts they had made to attract their crush. Jeno and Jaemin proved their relationship was more than just fame considerations, outlasting everyone's predictions.

"Glad to know that I'm not alone," Haechan broke the silence when he felt his tears curl. No, he didn't want to cry because of Jeno and Jaemin. Not anymore.

"Are you okay?" asked Mark, noticing the change in Haechan's face.

Haechan shook his head. One thing he would never admit to Yangyang is that he was not okay every time he saw Jeno and Jaemin. His heart sank every morning because he would always looked at Jeno and its impossible to looked at him without realizing the beauty beside him. He was already about to spend his final year at Hogwarts and so far, all he remembered was how Jeno never cared for him more than friends.

“Haechan-ah. Its okay. My mission in this past year is to forget my feelings for Jaemin."

Suddenly the consciousness hit Haechan, making him stare at Mark without blinking. He got an idea. It might not be brilliant but its shine so brightly in his head and stopped his tears right away.

"Don't." He breathes out.

"What?"

Haechan smiled brilliantly as the idea flashed through his head to his now stomping heart. “Mark, we can do this. I don't want to spend my entire Hogwarts years with miserable feeling. You should do the same. Lets do this, Mark."

“What's ‘this’?”

Haechan swallowed hard before staring Mark right at the beaded eye. “Lets broke them up. They deserve better. We are better."

-

Renjun smiles a little when he saw Jaemin and Jeno entering the hall, all smiley and lovey, as usual. He opened his mouths as Jaemin and Jeno sat in front of him. "All good?"

"Yeah, thanks for good kisses," Jaemin answered cheerfully as he grabbed the bread. Jeno laughed softly and Renjun snorted.

Chenle appeared, hugging Jaemin and Jeno from behind. "Aw, you guys are back."

"Thanks to you, Zhong Chenle," Jeno glanced at him, taking a spoonful of porridge.

Chenle laughed, kissing Jeno and Jaemin's cheeks before sitting down.

"Cunning Slytherin," Renjun sighed.

"I'm not even Slytherin, hyung," Chenle replied.

“I said that to Jaemin. He did a terrific job raising you."

"Hey!" Jaemin pouted and Jeno laughed. He put his arm around Jaemin's shoulder and kissed his temple.

“You survived because of Jeno, Huang Renjun,” Jaemin sneered, resting his head on Jeno's shoulder while Jeno hugged his waist. 

"Ugh, love."

"So salty," Chenle glanced from his plate.

"If being in love means being illogical."

"Oh, I forgot we talked to Huang Renjun who doesn't believe in love," said Jaemin.

"Again, Renjun?" Jeno calmly replied.

Renjun snorted before replying, “bold of you to assume I don't believe in love after kept seeing you guys eye-fucked each other every single day. That's disgusting. If it wasn't love, I don't know what is. But like I said, yeah, illogical."

Chenle gave a shrill laugh while Jaemin threw the rag at Renjun. Jeno just shook his head in defeat.

“Oh, come on, I know where Renjun-hyung came from. Jeno-hyung is like ice. I can't believe he could say some romantic thing toward you, hyung. I thought he was incapable of anything romantic. So that's must be love, right there."

This time it was Jeno who threw the lap at Chenle.

-