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You released a long breath as you reached the 9 and 3/4 station, head spinning and arms aching from lugging around suitcases and new supplies.
Hogwarts--the last place you'd been planning on going. After all, you'd been home schooled to be a witch by your grandmother, austere and affectionate all at once, and the only living relative who actually cared about you. Your father, being an important official in the Wizarding Ministry, and your mother, being a very, very dead muggle, no longer cared. You were just a mistake--a cumbersome obstacle to success.
So, no, you didn't care for crappy educational facilities run by wizards and witches who were in cahoots with the Ministry.
But, your grandmother was sick, too sick to teach you any longer, and was sent to something alike to the magical world's version of muggle nursery homes.
...which brought her to now.
"Hey, y/n!" A familiar voice screamed.
You spun around, eyes immediately narrowing on your long time friend, Kwon Yuri. Proudly dressed in Slytherin attire, the sophomore smirked at you. "Glad you made it alive."
You snorted. "Wish I hadn't," she muttered.
Yuri scratched her head as the two waited among their wide expanse of luggage. "You know, it's quite a possibility you'll be sorted into Slytherin like me. Considering how morbid your sense of humor is."
Pouting, you gave a huff, quipping teasingly, "I hope not. Definitely wouldn't want to be stuck an entire year with you, unnie."
Opening her mouth to retort, Yuri was interrupted by the high screech of the train haulting at the station. She tilted her head in a "come hither" motion, and the two walk side by side into the train.
You sighed. It was now or never.
Oh, Merlin.
You stood in the great hall among other new students, tuning out of their excited chatter. Your eyes scanned the college dining halls, smiling slightly. It was gorgeous here. Hopefully the people were different that the likes of your father.
Professor McGonagall, now headmistress, sat in the front panel, overseeing the induction of the new students.
You were called forwards after sometime, awaiting your destiny to be announced by one old, rumpled hat.
The hat landed softly on your head, falling over your brows. It hummed, mentally looking through your personality.
"Legilimency," you thought, smiling slightly as you remembered a lesson with your grandmother, "that was how the hat worked. How clever of the founders."
"There is definitely a darkness within you. I see you a thirst for power and the ability to match it, too..." The hat murmured.
"If I go into Slytherin, I'll have to deal with Yuri's shit every day," you bemoaned. Although possibly your closest friend, she was quite a handful, considering her pranks.
"Well, what other house then? Not Gryffindor, though you are braver than most. Oh, that brilliant mind of yours, hm? Guess you'd better go into Slytherin's sister house--"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The sapphire blue side of the Great Hall erupted into loud cheers. The old hat was brought off her head and you stumbled forwards, finding an empty spot next to a few of the welcoming older kids.
Raven claw, huh?
You glanced around your new table and shrugged.
Guess the nerd in you had been revealed.
"Y/n, right?"
You turned at the tap on your shoulder, facing a tall, attractive male with dimples in his smile.
"Yes?"
"Welcome to the school! I'm Kim Namjoon, sophomore and Raven claw prefect. The headmistress asked me to show you around the school, one-on-one. She said you hadn't gotten a change to tour the school like the other freshman have."
You returned the smile, deciding you liked Namjoon. "Nice to meet you. And thank you, I appreciate it."
The two of you toured the school, with Namjoon speaking quickly yet clearly. He had a straightforward and blunt attitude that was also comfortable to be around. You quickly learned that he was muggle-raised, which was easy to tell by the Converse he wore on his feet hidden by the folds of his long robes. He was a halfblood, like you, and you quickly bonded over your common interest of Doctor Who and Hot Topic.
"Looks like we're here," Namjoon said as you finally reach Raven claw tower after climbing a long spiral staircase.
The bronze eagle-shaped knocker spat a riddle out: "What is a room you can't enter?"
Namjoon and you answered simultaneously after a moment, "Mushroom." The door swung open and the two of you shared a smile. "Not bad, freshie."
You rolled your eyes, heading towards the girls dormitory. "Bye, Namjoon-ssi."
You collapsed onto your bed after the tour, completely exhausted.
"WAKE UP!"
You jolt out of bed as soon as one of your new roommate tosses your robes at you. "We're going to be late for class on the first day!"
The lithe girl turns, her light hair whipping around her. "Moonbyul, by the way. Nice to meet you, y/n!"
A bit bewildered, you nod a greeting in return and change, throwing on your clothes and grabbing your books for the first class. You cast a quick spell in order to freshen up your appearance, doing the same for Moonbyul, who thanks you quickly.
You race out of the room together. Moonbyul ran the other direction, hollering a quick goodbye before you went your separate ways.
You sprint down the sprint wall, rounding the corner, and--
Smack! Bone-crushingly hard into another body. Glass shatters across the floor.
"Ow..." You moan as you lie on the floor. You sit up, ignoring the large bruise forming on your knee and turn around, preparing to apologize profusely. However, the figure you'd run into was barely affected, merely dusting nonexistent dirt from his pristine emerald green robes.
You wince, wide-eyed in horror.
Jeon Jungkook, freshman. Slytherin. A descendent of an ancient pure-blood line of wizards and witches. The Jeon family was full of powerful people, the epitome of what it means to be a pure-blood.
You'd heard all kinds of things about him and his family. After the War, most of his family had been locked up for openly siding with Voldemort, but there'd been a few who'd gotten away, even though everyone knew they'd been on the other side. However, there had been no proof.
You coughed, closing your mouth to stop from gaping. You regarded him cautiously, waiting for his reply. "My apologies. I was in a rush to get to class."
He was tall, all muscle. Dark bangs partly covered his even darker eyes. His impassive eyes raised to meet yours and narrowed, and his mouth twisted in hatred as he regarded you.
He stalked forwards gracefully, striding across the marble floor smoothly. "At least you're not a Gryffindor," he muttered. His words sounded like iron chains gliding against each other, smooth and irresistibly low with an underlying tone of danger. An expression of complete apathy crossed his handsome features.
You steeled yourself.
He stopped inches away from you, long fingers lifting a strand of your jet black hair. "You owe me. This is not the last you'll be seeing of me," he murmured, and then he was gone, sweeping up the glass in a quick spell.
You shuddered, caught between a sob and an outraged scream.
You turned, watching Jungkook leave without a care, and yelled in the almost empty corridor, "I'm not afraid, you piece of shit!"
He halted in his steps, but you were already halfway to the other side of the room when he finally turned around.
"And, yeah, basically that's what happened..." you trailed off, recounting your incident with THE Jeon Jungkook.
Yuri burst into laughter, shoulders shaking. "Wow, that's great."
You glared at her half-heartedly. "What am I going to do! He's going to cast a dark charm on me, or worse, lock me up with a boggart! He probably even has a pet dragon to feed me to!" You moaned.
Snickering, the Slytherin patted your back. "Jungkook's not half bad, really, though he is a quiet kid. I mean, his cousin Yoongi is the greater of two evils, since he's actually hexed some Gryffindors last year and almost got expelled. But Jungkook could potentially kill you though."
You groaned, slumping over in your seat. You lifted your hand, waving at the bartender. "I need another butter beer before I die."
"Yeah, it was pretty terrible last year. Massive hangover," Namjoon commented.
The two of you sat in the library as Namjoon studied for his N.E.W.T's, which were definitely nowhere near, but Namjoon was already preparing, even though everyone knew he'd get the highest scores in the grade without trying. The teen was intent on getting a Hogwarts record of sorts on the performance exams. The rest of the Raven claw students were at a first day celebration in the Raven claw common room.
You, being the lonesome person you were, did not feel comfortable around a quarter of the Hogwarts upperclassmen. So, here you were, helping Namjoon study.
Namjoon bit his lip as you wrote down the exact instructions for a potion. "You know, you could potentially jump a grade. If you wanted to."
You raised an eyebrow, rolling your eyes in exasperation. "Couldn't you, too?"
Namjoon shrugged. "I have quidditch, so no thanks. But your parents taught you very well."
You hesitated, debating telling him that your grandmother had been the one to teach but decided against it. He didn't need to hear your sob story.
"I suppose. Maybe I'll overtake you next year, huh?"
Namjoon laughed, dimples and all.
"Hyung, Yoongi hyung told me--" An arrogant, too familiar voice cut in before stopping.
Wincing, you looked up to meet a certain Slytherin's gaze. Although, why the hell would he be in the library of all places. You were expecting anything and everything--curse words, spells, maybe dumping your body into the Forbidden Forest--but none of it came.
Jeon Jungkook plopped down next to your side, a polite smile on his face as he stared Namjoon down from across the table. You stiffened, but Namjoon didn't notice, being the oblivious twerp he was.
"I didn't know you knew my girlfriend, Namjoon," Jungkook began casually.
"What in Merlin's--"
"Really? You guys are--" Namjoon wondered, dubious.
Jungkook grabbed a hold of your wrist. "Y/n, time to go." You yelped as he dragged you out of the library. You turned around, catching a glimpse of Namjoon shrugging and returning to practicing a spell.
"What the fuck, Jeon Jungkook!" You yelled in the empty hallway, snatching your wrist from his strong grip. He spun around, narrowing his eyes at you. "Still loud-mouthed and obnoxious, aren't you?"
You crossed your arms, getting more and more annoyed by the arrogant teen by the second. Suddenly you weren't afraid of the pure-blood Jeon heir. He was just another one of the delinquents you dealt with on a daily basis back home. "What do you want, Jeon?"
He smirked, thinking. "You owe me," he said.
"I don't owe you shit," you snarled back, straightening, gripping your wand underneath your robes just in case he decided to pull something on you.
Jungkook rolled his eyes. "One, I'm not going to attack you, Y/L/N, and two, you broke something of mine when you knocked into me."
You blinked. It dawned on you that indeed, in your rush you HAD broken something of his. But he hadn't seemed to have any reaction when you did.
"I'm not a liar; I'm above that," you started slowly, "so I'll admit I broke it. What do you want, then? I'll buy you a new one."
Jungkook shook his head. "You can't buy this. It's an ancient relic. No, I have something else in mind."
You raised an eyebrow. It was probably some type of dark relic he'd snuck in to the school.
"Be my personal slave."
You stared. Of all the ridiculous propositions...
"Jeon, I won't stoop to the level of one of your servile goons. I'm sure they'd be much more willing to serve you pure-blood types," you snarked. "Plus, I'm a Ravenclaw. Don't you think others will find it odd for me to be hanging around you?"
Jungkook shrugged. "I hate being around those of my house with blood dirtier than my own, who bow at my feet in order to climb the hierarchy. I'd rather avoid all of them." He stared into your eyes, a determined look flashing through them.
"Y/n, be my girlfriend."
"That's her! Jeon's Ravenclaw girlfriend!"
"He's the epitome of what it means to be a Slytherin. Why is he dating another house member?"
"At least she's not a Gryffindor--that'd be even more of a scandal!"
You groaned. Everywhere you went, students talked about you, and always with another name attached to yours--Jeon Jungkook.
"Y/n!"
You didn't bother turning, having already been forced into hearing his annoying voice shout orders at you for an entire day.
"Hey, y/n, wait up," he laughed, a sickening and all-too-fake sweetness in his voice as he easily pulled you into a side hug. He towered above you as he bent down slightly, landing a kiss on the top of your head.
"Aw, that's so cute!" A girl squealed in the background.
"Guess he's not that bad and evil after all," another chimed.
You glowered up at him. "What do you want now, Jeon?" You hissed, discreetly elbowing him in the stomach.
"After school. Sneak out to help me prank the Gryffindors."
Your eyes widened in horror. "What? No way, Jeon," you protested.
"If you don't, you know what will happen," he said smugly.
In the past few days you'd been acting as his fake girlfriend/servant, he'd found some dirt on you, although it took him some digging.
He knew who your father was, the famous and righteous Minister for Magic. You didn't need everyone expecting more of you, matching your name to your father, wondering why you weren't good enough or as eloquent as he was. You didn't need the pressure, and you didn't want anything to do with him.
"That's blackmail, Jeon," you said half-heartedly.
"I see we have an agreement. Meet me at Gryffindor tower. Midnight. Don't get caught by Filch." He muttered.
"Y/n, see you at dinner!" He smiled a fake smile before walking swiftly away.
You wanted to cry.
"I honestly don't understand how you can stand for this," Yuri whispered. Today you sat at the Slytherin table. You felt bad for ditching Namjoon and Kim Taehyung, who Namjoon had introduced to you a few days prior, but they were both fine, being two of the most popular Ravenclaw students.
You moaned, leaning on Yuri's shoulder. "I know. I feel like dying."
She chuckled. "You avoided being a Slytherin but got a Slytherin boyfriend. Oh, the irony," she laughed. Yuri was the only one who knew the truth. She knew how much of a deceitful snake the Jeon was.
"So, y/n," a new voice began, interrupting your and Yuri's conversation. You looked up, meeting the catlike eyes of Jungkook's cousin, Yoongi. You shivered inwardly. All you could see was darkness, and there was not one hint of emotion. "How did you and Jungkook meet?"
Everyone in your general area at the Slytherin table stopped, listening intently for your answer.
You glanced over at Jungkook, who was completely calm. He, too, looked expectantly at you, a perfect facade already in place. At that moment, you wanted to scream and curse his name.
"Oh, it's a funny story," you said, laughing breezily. The lies came easily. You wove together an intriguing and seemingly truthful fabrication, talking about how you two had literally fallen for each other.
Jungkook laughed at all the right places, even interjecting with more funny anecdotes. It was astonishing to see how well the guy lied, almost convincing you that you two were truly together.
"And, yeah, although we're an unlikely pair, it happened," he said, smiling so fondly at you that your heart leaped.
"Aw," half of the girls cooed.
You scanned the entire table before your eyes finally landed on Yoongi.
He wasn't fooled.
"God, your house mates couldn't be more bloody nosy," you whispered. The two of you were busy setting up a dungbomb in front of the Gryffindor common room, waiting to be set off the moment someone stepped out through the portrait.
He laughed quietly. "That's for sure." He regarded you for a moment, staring through his bangs as his fingers worked nimbly. "You did well. I knew you were a Ravenclaw for a reason."
You rolled your eyes, ignoring the slight heating of your cheeks. This was the first time he'd given you a real compliment. After all, this was Jeon Jungkook, your least favorite person in the world. Well, after your father.
"What, did your other girlfriends crack under the pressure?" You teased.
His eyes were downcast as he kept working. "I've never had a girlfriend."
You stilled.
"Jeon Jungkook, are you for real? You have girls fainting in the halls for you left and right." You said.
He chuckled. "Oh, so you noticed, babe," he joked.
You knocked shoulders with him playfully. "Shut up, Jeon. I'd never actually date you."
"There. All set. Time to glue this baby on."
"Oh my God, shit." You whispered. The slumbering portrait lady was starting to stir. "We didn't place a silencing spell on the portrait!"
"PRANKSTERS! OVER HERE--" The lady in the portrait bellowed. In a flurry of movements, Jungkook cast the spell on the portrait.
But the damage was done.
"Y/n! We've got to get out of here!" He grabbed a hold of your hand, the other holding a wand. The portrait swung open, and the dungbomb went off.
"Stupefy!" A voice shouted. A Gryffindor.
Magic burst forth from the figure's wand, and you were too slow to block it with your own.
You yelped, momentarily stunned "Oh my God, shit, y/n!" Jungkook exclaimed.
"Jungkook, just go!" You whisper-screamed, bent over in pain.
"Immobus!" Jungkook yelled at the opponent. "Y/n, let's get out of here."
He lifted you in his arms, protectively cradling you as you raced out of the tower. "That way," you croaked. "Filch is sure to be coming up so take the other corridor."
Following your directions, he bolted down the hallway. "Shit," he whispered. Filch was coming. "Broom closet. Go."
Jungkook closed the door right as Filch rounded the corner.
"That was such a bad idea," you murmured, kicking his shin. He whined quietly. The closet was cramped. You sat shoulder to shoulder, squished to each other due to the lack of room.
"We're going to be stuck here for a while. We'll have to wait to be sure Filch is out of here," Jungkook commented. You groaned in response. "I hate your guts."
You could almost see Jungkook's smirk in the dark. "Nah." There was a moment of comfortable silence before he broke it.
"Y/n, have you ever thought about what you're going to do in the future?" he asked curiously.
"Definitely not be your slave, that's for sure," you quipped.
He laughed quietly. "But seriously."
You hummed. "I don't know. I wouldn't mind living in the muggle world, you know. Passing off like that. But being a professor also doesn't sound bad. I've actually...learned to love the school these past few weeks."
Jungkook nodded.
"I don't actually hate muggles," Jungkook blurted out suddenly. You sat up straighter. You'd always seen him as an arrogant, too good-looking pure-blood. This side of him...it was something you weren't used to. He was really just a kid, an innocent kid. You may have been the same age as him, but he seemed so much younger, so affected by his family's constant restrictions from the outside world. It made you feel protective of him.
"I wouldn't blame you if you did," you said softly. "It was how you were raised."
The teen sighed, leaning against your shoulder. "Parents kind of suck."
You nodded, agreeing. "You already know my...biological father is the Minister of Magic. My mother was a muggle. After she died, I hadn't seen him at all. I was just a nuisance, a mistake. He left me with my grandmother, wanting to erase my entire existence in his mind. I can't forgive him for that. And I never will."
Jungkook shifted closer to you. "I'm sorry, y/n. He missed out, because you're an amazing person."
You flushed. "Thank you...Jungkook."
"Y/n, take a nap. I'll be on watch," he said.
A few weeks ago, you wouldn't have trusted him with anything, especially not now, when you two were basically fugitives of some sort. But now you did.
You leaned on his shoulder and closed your eyes, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.
"Jeon Jungkook, you know what your parents would think. So what exactly are you doing?"
"Hyung, you've never been one to care about our uptight parents before. Why now?"
You blinked, and all of yesterday's events flooded into your mind. You recognized the voices arguing. Jeon Jungkook and Min Yoongi.
"It's never been like this, Jungkook. You can't...I honestly don't know what you're doing."
"Hyung--"
Yoongi sighed. "You need to figure it out yourself." The door closed. Jungkook groaned, collapsing into a chair. "I hate my family," he mumbled.
You opened your eyes and sighed. It was best to be honest.
You turned on the bed, facing the Slytherin. "Jungkook," you called softly. He jolted, startled. "Your'e awake!"
"Yeah," you said, half-smiling. "Is everything...okay?" You sat up, rubbing your eyes.
Jungkook shook his head. "It's...everything's fine." You nodded, not wanting to press. Considering his conversation with Yoongi, everything was probably not okay. "Anyway, what are we going to do about yesterday?"
He smirked. "Probably get detention. We're lucky today's not a school day. The prefects are probably looking for the culprit left and right." You rolled your eyes at the gleeful tone in his voice. "Ugh, forget you. I'm going back to my dorm."
"Y/n," he said as you got up. You turned to face him. He was staring at his hands, cleaning his wand with a small cloth. "I'm sorry...about everything. You've repaid your debt. You don't have to have anything to do with me anymore."
Your breath caught in your chest as you stared at him. A lump formed in your throat. Wasn't this what you wanted? To be rid of him?
So why did you feel so bloody terrible?
"Oh," you said, deflating. "I mean--that's great. I-I'll see you around--" You were out the door before he could reply, blinking back tears.
You and Yuri sat on her bed. Her dorm was empty, as the elder had kicked out her dorm mates. "I think I like him," you whispered.
"Oh, y/n," Yuri murmured, hugging you close.
You didn't know why you were crying. Maybe it was the fact that you didn't have an excuse to hang out with him anymore.
Or maybe it was the fact that you knew he would never like you.
It was big news. Hogwarts was introducing a new tradition--a ball in celebration of the new school year.
You stood in front of the banner announcing it, automatically thinking of Jungkook.
It'd been a week since the two of you had stopped talking. Although you wanted to get over it, to forget about everything, your heart still ached.
"You going to invite anyone?" Moonbyul said, smiling as she appeared at your side.
You shook your head, smiling. "Namjoon and I were talking about going together as friends if we don't have anyone."
Moonbyul tilted her head. "Y/n, I know you've been upset since you and Jungkook broke up. I don't want to barge into your problem and I don't know what happened, but...maybe you should rethink it, you know?"
You nodded, not really caring. "Thanks, Moonbyul."
"Find a way so that he can't really say no, you know?" The taller girl winked at you. "I believe in you. Good luck, all right?" With those words, she was gone.
Find a way so that he can't say no...
Oh, Merlin. I'm going to embarrass myself in front of the entire school.
"Are you actually going to do this?" Yuri whispered. You, Yuri, Namjoon, and Moonbyul sat together at the Ravenclaw table.
You face palmed your stupidity. "Fuck it. If I go down as the needy girl who embarrassed herself in front of the whole school, it's fine." You said.
Namjoon smirked at you. "Are you sure you're not a Gryffindor?"
You smiled. "Nope, just stupid."
"ATTENTION!" my friends screamed at once, using a magnifying spell. The Great Hall slowly silenced, all eyes turning to us.
You stood to your feet, suddenly intensely nervous. Taking a breath, you steeled yourself. It was now or never.
"Jeon Jungkook," you said, staring straight at him. His eyes were wide in astonishment as he looked back at you. "I kind of really hate you, but will you go to the ball with me?"
He was completely silent.
Namjoon groaned. "Fuck it." He, too, stood to his feet. "Kim Seokjin, go to the ball with me!"
After Namjoon, it was like a flood. One by one, people stood to their feet, asking their loved ones to the ball. During the entire situation, Jungkook continued to stare at me, silent.
You bit your lip, feeling your optimistic spirit waver.
Suddenly, he was moving towards you.
And just like the first time, he pulled you out of the dining hall, a strong grip around your wrist.
"Y/n," he said quietly as the door shut.
You faced him. He was completely apathetic, neither smiling or frowning. "Why--"
"I like you," you blurted out. "I didn't at first. I was so done with you, you were an arrogant son of a bitch. But then you grew on me, and I didn't even care that you were a Slytherin, or a pure-blood. I know I'm so stupid but--"
Jungkook gently cupped your face and kissed you. Hard.
His lips moved passionately against yours, nipping at your lower lip. You smiled against him, slinging your arms around his neck. You weren't sure how long the two of you stayed like that, kissing like the world was ending.
"Do you think they're done yet?" Someone whispered.
"Namjoon, you're ruining the moment!"
Jungkook pressed his forehead to yours. "I'm sorry. I was so stupid. I was worried about my parents, about hurting you more after the first time...I thought I didn't deserve you. I was scared."
You smiled, staring into his earnest eyes. "It's okay."
Your favorite bunny smile, all teeth, appeared on his features.
"Oh my gosh, you look gorgeous!" Moonbyul squealed.
It was the evening of the ball, and you were definitely nervous. You wore a dazzling black dress with silver shoes. You released a sigh of relief. "Thank Merlin for cosmetic spells, though. The muggle way is way too much work."
Moonbyul giggled. "True." She glanced over at Yuri, dressed in emerald green. "I think it's time to go," the eldest said, winking.
She leaned forwards, hugging you. "I'm so happy for you, y/n. Stay safe, all right." You snorted, shoving her gently. "Gross, unnie." Yuri winked.
The dining hall was beautifully decorated. The wide archs sparkled and the chandelier glowed softly. A wizard band played an upbeat tune.
That was when you met his eyes.
Jungkook stood with a shy smile, hands in his pockets. "You look beautiful," he said, holding out a hand for you.
You smiled slyly. "You clean up nice too, Jeon."
Jungkook sobered for a moment, holding your hands in his. He stared into your eyes, a determined look flashing through them.
"Y/n, be my girlfriend."