Pairing: Slytherin!San x Reader
Genre: Fluff, hogwarts au, angst if you squint
A/n: I needed this. Idk why but my mind started writing it. As always, let me know what you think!
(Y/n) watched the snow fall outside the window of the common room. Girls and guys alike were running around, doing their finishing touches. As a 7th year, (y/n) was allowed to go to the yule ball without a date. She had agreed to go with friends originally, but then they all got asked last minute. Thirty minutes until the champions would be escorted in. Thirty minutes until the man of the hour had all the attention on him again. Choi San was the Tri-Wizard champion for Hogwarts, and she could truly see why. Even if he was a Slytherin, he always meant well.
(Y/n) tapped her chin, observing the ship outside from Durmstrang swaying in the winter winds. She could’ve gone home for Christmas and seen her family, but no, she stayed for her friends who left in the end. Twenty-five more minutes and the room was clearing out. Everyone was heading down to meet with their dates and get set into place to greet the Champions. To greet San.
“(L/n)!” Someone screamed at her. She jumped, falling back into the large cushions of the chair.
“Yes?” It was a third year boy. He was in pajamas, probably just watching all the commotion going on. He was fidgeting a bit, eyes looking at the entrance to the common room, almost skittish, almost afraid.
“What’s wrong?” (Y/n) stood up, wand at the ready. No one was getting harmed on her watch tonight. The worst flowed through her mind but it was a name that broke the process.
“CHOI SAN IS OUTSIDE LOOKING FOR YOU!”
Choi San. Was outside. Looking for...her?
Choi San, Slytherin, hot, popular, was looking...for her.
The boy was gone. Twenty-three minutes. (Y/n) opened the door. There stood Choi San, hair slicked back, worry on face. He was in emerald green dress robes. Everything was polished and perfect except for his usual diamond smile. That was a frown and his eyebrows were furrowed.
“(L/n)!” He gasped, pushing his way into her common room.
“Choi, you can’t be here! Aren’t you supposed to be down there?”
“I thought you were going to the ball! Where’s your dress? Why aren’t you ready?”
“I told you during potions. All my friends got dates.”
“Fuck, I forgot. How quick can you get ready?”
His eyes were pleading. Choi San was her partner for potions and she knew him. She knew that he wouldn’t be asking these things if he didn’t need it.
And so she did. (Y/n) bolted up the stairs, already removing clothes. The dress, surprisingly, wasn’t too hard to get into. She’d just need someone to zip it up. (Y/n) swiped some mascara on and put on deep red lips. In the mirror, she observed herself. The dress was a dark emerald green and was fitted at the waist. Lace detailing swept into satin layers of fabric. At first, her dress was a set of four similar ones of different shades of red and green. Her friends were going to go as a Christmas group but when they got asked, they all abandoned the original idea and bought different dresses. But alone, (y/n) looked like a goddess.
She shoved her feet in the matching heels and gently descended the stairs. San was there, fidgeting with his wand and something else in his hand.
“Choi.” She called out, still walking down. He looked up and his eyes got big.
“I need you to help me zip it up.” She turned. San obliged, fingers trailing on her spine. Before she could turn, San’s hands were in her hair, sliding something in it. He turned her around.
“Perfect. I’ll explain on the way down. We have about seven minutes. Can you dance?”
San took long strides, arm out for (y/n) for support, knowing that she was in heels. They started to head down the stairs when he spoke.
“My date abandoned me. She got asked by a Durmstrang student. I didn’t know what to do. I remembered you not having a date and (y/n), I’m so sorry for putting this on you last minute but will you be my date to the Yule Ball?”
(Y/n)’s step stumbled and San caught her.
“It’s okay. I don’t care about your house or your blood status for that matter. You are beautiful and kind and I really need you to say yes or I will be dancing out there all alone.”
“Of course, yes. But San-“
“No buts. Tonight is just you and me.” They we’re approaching the other champions. There stood San’s original date, body all over the Durmstrang champion. He guided her to the end of the line, putting them in place. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Plus, you seem to look good in green.”
“I’m here professor! No worries. I had last minute changes.” The professor eyed (y/n) and looked at the other date.
“I can see that. For once I think you made a good decision.”
(Y/n) grinned and San let off a charming smile. The other date finally noticed the two. Her heels clicked as she swayed over.
“San, quite the downgrade if I do say so myself.”
“Trust me when I say this, she is much better than you.”
“Me!? Oh San, baby boy, I was the best you will ever have.” Her hands reached forward, pulling something out of (y/n)’s hair. In the girls hand laid the most beautiful hair clip she had ever seen. Gems of emerald and diamonds scattered all around the swirled silver design.
“Putting your family heirloom in her hair won’t make her any more valuable.” She dropped the clip to the floor. San’s face fell as he bent to pick up the clip. No words escaped his mouth but his face said everything. San put the clip back in (y/n)’s hair and kissed her temple. No one should have the power to hurt him like that. And as (y/n) thought earlier into the night, no one was getting harmed on her watch tonight. One punch was all it took for the girl to be on her butt. Less than a minute until doors open.
“Now the outside matches the inside. Broken and ugly.” The insult was weak but it still did the trick. A few seconds till the doors opened. The girl scurried to her date, face red and swollen. Doors opened and the couples started walking out. Whispers echoed throughout the hall of the date switching and even the girls new bruised face. They were in place and the music was about to begin. The Durmstrang boy whispered.
(Y/n) did the thing that came most natural to her. She hissed at him and he backed away. San’s hand gripped hers, focusing her. She looked up at him. The lighting was stunning and he was even more so. Spectators of all kinds observed the couples.
“Easy there tiger. We can go scaring people away.”
He pulled her closer, diamond smile sparkling under the floating candlelight. Music started and they danced. San was clearly meant to be in the limelight. His moves were swift and precise but his date on the other hand, she was holding her own but lacked the confidence he knew she could have.
“Head up, Love.” (Y/n) looked up at him.
“Good. Now smile. If you wink at that Hufflepuff over there, I think he might faint.”
And she did just that. ‘Just to see’ is what she told herself. She smile and as they couple turned, she winked at the Hufflepuff boy who blushed and almost tripped.
“I can see why you like doing this now.”
“Flirting with girls and boys. Smiling. Winking. You’re pretty good at it.”
The music came to a stop and the couple bowed at each other. San came up with a smirk. His hand held hers, lips grazing it gently.
“That’s just with you, Love.”
Before she could respond, hordes of people came up congratulating San on a job well done. (Y/n) knew he didn’t like talking that much. When you are partners every year in potions, you tend to learn quite a bit. His hand tightened on hers as more people came up. To the eye, he was smiling and dimples on show, but to her, he was tired already and probably didn’t want to be here. Her hand trailed down his arm, gaining his attention.
“Love, let’s go get refreshments.” He smiled down at her and shrugged.
He whisked her away, grabbing a cup of punch in the process. (Y/n) lead him out of the room and into the empty hall, taking small sips of the drink. The two had wondered in silence. Snow was building up around the castle and the stars shone through. Music drifted down the empty hall as the party continued on.
“So tell me, why would a boy like you want to be seen with a gal like me?”
The two were by a window the had the most beautiful view if the frozen lake. San’s hands found her waist as he lifted her up on to the windowsill. The chilled glass touched her back sending chills down her spine. Or maybe it was the fact that San had caged her in, arms on either side, face tilted up smiling at her.
“Like the stereotype or...”
“Like girls that are actually nice, who actually care about personality versus status and title.”
“I punched a girl in the face and hissed at a guy for you today.”
San laughed, head falling back.
“That you did. One could say I corrupted you.”
“I guess that would be expected when I spend a few hours a week stuck at your hip.”
San decided to muse on, enjoying the girls expression.
“Tell me (y/n), in class last week when we brewed Amortentia, what did you smell?”
“What did you smell?” (Y/n) teased back. San leaned forward, nose brushing her hair.
“Hmm. Shampoo. A sweet one. The same one I smell every morning during potions. I smelled roses, like the ones you tend to in the garden during herbology. Did you know the smell always stuck to you?”
“And I smelled...I smelled baby powder. I don’t know why though. Now you.”
“I smelled leather. Like the gear you wear for quidditch.”
“Hmmm. I am the best Chaser.” Her hands found his face, squishing his cheeks.
“I’m starting to think you’d be a better Keeper.” He rolled his eyes.
“Cologne. An expensive one. One I smell every morning during potions. And for some reason I smell clean laundry. Although I’m so sure-“ her voice cut off as she observed the scene diagonally behind San and across from a tapestry. A emerald green door appeared out of no where. San turned to look at the new door.
“The Room of Requirement.” He whispered. Taking her hand, the two skipped to the door.
“I wonder what we require today?”
With one hand he opened the door. A beautiful plush bed laid before them.
“Thank the gods, my feet have been hurting.”
(Y/n) kicked off her shoes and laid on the bed. San shrugged off his jacket and joined her., laughing as he got comfy on the pillows. The ambience was regal and stunning, fit for a Slytherin prince.
San’s hand grabbed hers once more, placing another kiss on her knuckles.
“Your parents will hate me.”
“You’ll end up hating me too.”
“I haven’t for the past seven years.”
“San.” She breathed out. He sat up, straddling her waist despite the fluff of her dress.
“Listen and listen well,” both his hands found hers “I’m more than willing to try this out, try us out, you just need to give me the word.”
“I know, and rightfully so. But I think- I know I’m in love with you (y/n), and I will let the whole world know if you just let me.”
“I said listen. I would’ve asked you to the Yule Ball but you were so excited to go with your friends. And beyond that. Beyond this year. You’ve just been so perfect. I will never get used to the ways your eyes light up when you successfully make a potion or the way you laugh when something goes wrong. And (y/n), you have no idea the horrible things I wanted to do to Smith when he hurt you Fifth year. I ended up getting all my friends to curse him each day for a whole week before I got caught.”
(Y/n)’s hand left his and traveled to his hair, brushing it gently.
“When did you...when did you know?”
“I was standing on the platform with my parents and I saw this small ball of energy run by. She was cute and was so energetic and she was carrying a cat like a baby. She was laughing and fell when she got in front of her parents. The pout she gave was the cutest thing.”
“And then this boy who was dressed perfect from head to toe laughed and walked over to me. His parents were frowning as he helped me up and grabbed my kitten. He held her like a baby too. I remember. He introduced himself too.”
“Do you remember what he said?”
“Hello there! My name is Choi San and I think we will be seeing a lot of each other in the future.”
“Well look at that. I was right.”
(Y/n) guided his head down to hers, lips grazing his.
“So say the words. Will you have me? Will you have us?”
“Choi San, what have you done to me.” She sat up, kissing him once more.
“I don’t know what you mean?”
San’s hands found the back of her dress, pulling the zipper down slowly.
“Darling, I’d like to say that I did, but I think you are the one that corrupted me.”
“Maybe we just corrupted each other.” A few buttons undone.
(Y/n) kissed his temple, pushing off the shirt from his shoulders.
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