Stop Badgering Me I hogwarts!au
TWICE’s Sana + Jennie + Lisa (+ maybe others but not at the same time) x Slytherin Reader (fem)
Genre: Predominantly Angst, maybe smut later on
Summary: You’re popular, a prefect, a Slytherin and known as one of the most infamous players that Hogwarts have ever seen. Personally, you don’t think you’re a player (because you genuinely love the girls you date) but you admit that it’s a bit of a fun reputation. A reputation eventually ruined by a certain Hufflepuff: Minatozaki Sana.
A/N: I don’t even know what this is - it’s a bit of a train wreck (still a fun ride though). Loads of people feature.
Part I |
Word Count: 3,847
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex
Minatozaki Sana. Minatozaki Sana. Minatozaki Sana.
The name spirals with brutal efficiency through the chaos of your mind as you storm down the hallway, the stone nearly cracking beneath your feet from the sheer rage you’re radiating. You’re well aware of the stares you’re getting - you don’t often show your emotions in public, after all, but when you’re pissed, you’re pissed and you don’t bother hiding it. Ever since that incident during Third Year, nobody had dared to even touch you, too scared of the consequences that’d entail. Too scared of Slytherin’s Hydra.
Well, everyone except for your close friends.
And a certain Hufflepuff going by the name of Minatozaki Sana.
“Y/N, HEY-”
Jisoo’s voice is sharp and unusually commanding, and the familiar lilt in her tone serves to soothe your fraying nerves but you’re too on edge and already too off-kilter to listen. You curve quickly around a corner and fly down a flight of stairs, nearly trampling over several First Years in your hurry to get down to the basement.
“Y/N!” Jisoo bellows, and this time you stop if only because you’re surprised. She’s used the amplifying charm on her voice and the sound waves barrel down the narrow stairway straight into your ears, nearly knocking you over with their impact. She’s always been a little too gifted in Charms, a skill which was exceptionally handy when she was on your side, but when it was used against you - let’s say you’re not a huge fan of that.
“What?” your face twists into an ugly grimace as you stop at the bottom of the steps. If you’d been an outsider watching your actions, you would’ve sneered at yourself. Unfortunately, you don’t deal with this kind of anger often and because of that, it takes over you every single time. “Don’t fucking talk to me. I told you not to talk to me when I’m fucking pissed. You know this-”
“Shut the fuck up, Y/N,” Jisoo growls, and this takes you back enough for you to actually shut up. “I refused to get blamed for getting jinxed by you because I was trying to comfort you and find out what’s wrong, and same goes for our friends. That’s on you, and only you, and you can deal with that yourself when-”
“Then I’ll deal with it myself - jeez, for fuck’s sake, Jisoo, I have shit to get done, what do you not under-”
“I don’t want to talk to you either and if I had a choice, I wouldn’t be here arguing with you right now. Unfortunately, you’re disrupting the peace in the hallways, and by the looks of it, about to storm into my common room. As prefect, and as your friend -”
“I’m a fucking prefect too, and some friend you are, Jisoo-”
“I’m taking you to Professor McGonagall’s office,” Jisoo’s face is stony and shadowed, and okay maybe it scares you a bit now but you really don’t have the fucking time for this - you’ll apologise after you deal with the present situation.
“You’re not going to,” you deadpan, shoving a hand into your robes. “You won’t do that to me.”
Jisoo catches your wrist and eyes you dangerously. “Don’t fucking test me-”
“Kim, I don’t have the time for this. I’ll deal with this later.”
You see her open her mouth but that’s the last thing you see because you’ve ripped your arm out of her grip and pulled your wand out of your pocket. Without so much as a glance back, you tear your way down the hallway and thank fuck there’s a turn because that means Jisoo’s going to have to catch up to aim a spell at you, and spellcasting in the corridors is so against the rules and you’re the fastest runner - Jisoo can’t stop you even if she wants to. Nobody can fucking stop you. You’re going to get in the bloody common room, and you’re gonna find her and -
You reach the barrels and it’s easy enough to get through because you’ve gone in more than a hundred times now and the pattern has never changed but in your hasty anger, you tap the wrong barrel, or you do it the wrong amount of times and the lid bursts and vinegar spews out and drenches you completely.
This is really probably the most Gryffindor thing you’ve ever done in your life here at Hogwarts. God, you’re so going to regret this later, and so is the rest of Slytherin House. But right now, you could hardly care less.
You spit onto the ground, trying to rid your mouth of excess vinegar and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. Distantly, you hear a familiar laughter, but rid of humour. There’s no spell, though, no nothing, and a part of you stops to wonder what Jisoo’s doing but the larger part of you is already tapping out the pattern on the barrel.
It opens and you don’t waste time. Practically plastering vinegar all over the walls of the passage, you crawl your way up until you reach the familiar room. It’s just as you remembered: bright and lively, decorated in yellow and black and honey wood, with round doors and plants and circular shelves and of course, circular windows.
At the pungent smell of vinegar, the Hufflepuff students turn and the beginnings of laughter permeate the air. When their gazes settle on your irate figure, however, the sounds waver and fall silent. There’s only a few - around five - and all of them are from the years below which serves you well.
“Where is she?” your voice is quiet as it always is, but the steely edge and the half-mad gleam in your eyes (nearly enough to convince the Hufflepuffs that you’re totally unhinged) is all you need.
“Who?”
Your eyes, dark as dusk flicker over to the speaker - a First Year by the looks of it, shy and nervous and shrinking under your gaze - and you lick your lips, “I’m looking for -”
“Yeah, I’m curious too, Y/N, who?”
It sounds from behind you. Jisoo. You turn and she’s there, hands in pockets, head tilted and amused. Too angry to be anything but, perhaps.
You shake your head at her, knuckles nearly turning white from the strength in which you’re gripping your wand and you storm toward the girls’ dormitories, ignoring Jisoo’s shouts of protest. You’re quick enough to avoid her onslaught and hurry down the steps until you reach the bottom floor - it’s not nearly as bright and the walls feel as though they’re closing down on you (you’re not good with closed spaces, have never really been. you wonder now - it’s a stupid thing to wonder, really, but you hate her right now so you wonder about it anyway - if she did it on purpose, just to spite you).
It’s the door just a sharp left turn from the stairway. It’s just an ordinary door - round and made of honey wood and entirely harmless if not for the name engraved on it and the crude hamster drawing underneath.
You kick it open and storm in. The door slams with a resounding thud, and it is with a satisfied smirk with which you regard the one, no, two, girls in the room. It’s funny to see them jump, funny if only because it soothes your bitter hurt in a bitter ironic way.
The cause of your entire tornado of chaos is sitting on her chair, legs resting on the patchwork quilt covering her bed. She’s dressed in an oversized t-shirt, and she’s staring at you with the most bewildered, bemused expression you’ve ever seen. You would’ve laughed if the circumstances were different. Hell, you would’ve squished her cheeks in between your hands and kiss-no. fuck no.
“Minatozaki Sana,” you snarl, triumphantly angry. You barely register the presence of the other girl who’s nestling on top of the bed as you cross the room in several strides. Sana scrambles off the chair and backs away, still bewildered but not afraid.
“Y/N? What are you doing?” she sounds confused. You wonder why the fuck does she sound confused. She knows what she's done. Surely, she didn’t think you were so stupid that you wouldn’t find out?
“You have the nerve to ask me what I’m doing?” you’re so angry that you’re practically shaking now. You don’t think you’ve ever been so angry before in front of a stranger. A stranger. It reminds you, and you turn to the other girl.
It’s Seulgi, you recognise. You’re friends, kind of. She’s nice, pretty, good at Quidditch. Perfect, really.
“Y/N, you’re soaked in vinegar, let-” Sana starts. There’s something akin to concern flickering through her eyes and she makes to move toward you. You stare, then you laugh, derisive.
“Save it, Sana. Stop pretending you care,” you sneer, turning toward Seulgi. Seulgi looks more worried than afraid which is good, it’s good, so good. You shrug off your vinegar covered robes, letting them fall onto the floor with a light thud, leaving you in your white blouse and slacks. Sana doesn’t say anything, uncharacteristically, and if you were in your right mind, you would’ve stopped and turned to look, but you were too far gone to notice.
“Seulgi,” you announce, a lopsided half-smile adorning your lips. “Let’s have sex. Right here, right now, on this bed. Let’s do it in front of Sana. She likes that, doesn’t she?” You register a look of utter shock crossing the innocent Hufflepuff girl’s face, register her lips parting before someone’s hands are tight on your shoulders, jerking you around and away.
It’s Sana, and she’s staring at you strangely. You grin at her, all teeth and no humour, and you cock your head.
“What?” you laugh, throwing your head back. “You do like it, you -”
Sana’s hands are cupping your cheeks and her lips are on yours, soft and firm and familiar, tasting like honey and -
You smile into the kiss before your mouth yields to her and she’s pushing you back and your back collides with the wall and everything hurts in that sweetly excruciating, agonising kind of pain that’s beginning to characterise every encounter you have with Sana.
“Sana, Sana, Sana,” you laugh against her lips, uncaring of the fact that your teeth are knocking and her fingernails are digging into your shoulders and your heart feels as if it's on fire and your lungs are burning. “Kissing me won’t change the fact you fucked her in my bed.”
Her tongue swipes over your lips and then she’s gone. Well, not gone. She still has your arms pinned over your head onto the wall and her body is flush against you, so close that you can feel every curve, every breath, everything that’s Sana and it’s overwhelming in a beautiful way which hurts. Because you’re looking at her face, straight into those eyes and god, you hate her so much except you don’t and you can’t, no matter what she does, no matter what you do.
“I’m not kissing you to change it,” Sana breathes. Your eyes meet again, fixed, stuck, and then you pull your gaze away. Jerk it away with a strength you didn’t think you had anymore, not with her, anyway.
“So, you admit it then,” you say, coolly. “You fucked her in my room. In my bed. With no regrets whatsoever.”
“I never said I had no regrets.”
And you must be delusional because Sana sounds regretful, looks regretful. You stare at her blankly, and then you burst out laughing.
“Biggest fucking joke of the year. So, who is it, then? Who’s the lucky girl you fucked in my bed?” You can’t stop laughing for some reason and Sana still has you pinned up against the wall so you’re sure you look hilarious to any onlookers but you could hardly care less, not even if the entire Hufflepuff House came, not even if the entire fucking school came.
You think Sana winces, but how can she wince? She loved it, loves it - humiliating you, making you hurt and burn. She lives for that. Ever since the two of you first met. That’s all she’s ever done, that’s all she wants.
“Don’t use the word fuck,” Sana mutters, looking down. It’s strange, she still has your arms pinned. You two are still so close together, too close.
“What, then? Make love?” And you hate the fact that you voice breaks, cracks in the middle of the words but you can’t help it - it’s like a knife, no, like a million knives sharpened to the sharpest point stabbing you repeatedly over and over again in your heart. Those two words...and Sana and someone who isn’t you...it hurts more than you care to admit. Sears you like a brand - fire stamp.There’s a hard lump in your throat and it refuses to go away. A quick glance shows that no one’s in the room yet, so no one other than Sana has seen you break (you don’t know if that’s good or not, honestly, but it hardly matters. Sana has seen all of you, including your vulnerable self long before this moment. She is one of the only ones in the world who truly knows you. Your enemy now. Funny.)
Sana is biting her lip, cheeks sucked in, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think she’s in pain, that she’s hurting (she is, it hurts her to see you like this, always have but you refuse to believe it).
“Who. The. FUCK IS IT, SANA?”
Maybe, this is the most Gryffindor thing you’ve ever done. You don’t think you’ve ever had a public outburst like this since...forever. Definitely way before you came to Hogwarts. AAAND, it’s public as well because the door is wide open (there’s no one there but still) and if you were in your right mind, you would’ve stopped and shut the door, or left, or carried the conversation somewhere else but you were as far from your right mind as you possibly could be and so you didn’t. You looked away and forgot they were even there.
“Seulgi,” Sana says, and if she bites her lip anymore it’s going to bleed - and it’s probably hugely funny that she’s still pinning you against the wall and neither of you have bothered to move away. It probably says something about the two of you. “It was Seulgi.”
The name registers in your mind, and your lips part as understanding dawns. Instinctively, your eyes dart over to the bed - she’s gone, well, of course she is, she probably knows - course she fucking knows.
“She was here.” It comes out as a whisper as you look slowly back up at Sana. Distantly, in the back of your mind, it occurs to you that Jisoo isn’t saying anything so, like, what’s up over there? Why wasn’t she doing anything. Please don’t fucking do anything.
Sana nods, swallowing.
“So, what, you’re dating now?” Your voice remains steadily quiet. Too quiet.
(Sana wishes you were screaming instead. It’s unnerving because you never scream, you only scream when you’re so very pissed but it’s still better than this because anger she can deal with, anger is a strong emotion and she’s good with intense emotions but this? this is colder, quieter, suppressed - detached and disengaged - Sana has never been good at dealing with this side of you, the most Slytherin part of you.)
“Y/N.”
Sana seems like she’s pleading but you’re past falling for those puppy eyes and pouty lips (even if you can tell the difference between the fake ones and the real ones and this is so definitely real) and you just don’t fucking care.
“Are you dating Seulgi, Sana?” The words are smooth, lilting as they fall past your lips. Like they don’t grate the back of your throat, scraping the flesh swollen red and bloody, like you can’t taste metallic copper on your tongue from biting too hard. You’re so good at pretending, too good - when you believe that things are over and done with and you’re detaching yourself from everything.
Sana is visibly searching your face for something, anything - you see that and you refuse to give her the satisfaction (you given her your entire soul already, at least let you keep this). She sees nothing, and maybe you see her visibly withdrawing as well - you pretend you don’t.
“I’m not,” she says quietly, head bowed. You can feel her hair - grazing the bare skin of your collarbone; kissing your neck like fluttering feathers (you can remember it - how her lips felt on your neck - like it had been just yesterday when it happened, and not so long ago it might have as well been centuries)
It says something about you that you don’t move away, only flinching, but allowing yourself to be pinned - you’ve nearly forgotten about the compromising position you’re in but only nearly.
“You sure? You two seem pretty chill on the bed just now. Nice and cozy. She’s a nice girl, pretty, sweet, good dancer, good Quidditch player, good-”
“We’re not. She’s just a friend. It’s a - it was a one time thing, I promise.”
You lift a shoulder in a shrug. “I don’t care if you’re dating or not. What matters is the fact that you fucked her in my bed. Minatozaki Slut fucked a girl in my room, my bed, with no shame.”
Sana flushes dark red, and oh, she’s angry, you can tell. Real angry. Sana angry is scary, actually, but you’re angry too and so it only fuels a broken smile onto your face.
“I didn’t fuck her,” Sana says quietly, “we made love. She made love to me, and I made love to her.”
And now, you struggle. Sana’s stronger than she seems, though, and keeps your arms pinned firmly. She’s not smiling, but you are - all teeth and spit and wide eyes. She sees you break under the weight of the words, sees the cracks form on your oh so impeccable facade at her selective use of language. She sees the tears glittering in your brilliantly dark eyes. The blood on your lips. She’s broken you, and you both know. But you’ve broken her too - because she’s crying openly and she’s trembling so badly that you can feel it against your own skin and her hands are shaking, and then she’s gone.
Your arms fall back by your sides and you watch through swimming vision and watery eyelashes dangling with diamond teardrops as someone drags Sana away - Jisoo? You blink, mouth widening as protest fills you and the next moment, Sana is back, her lips against yours. Your mouth parts willingly, taking her in as if she’s oxygen and you need her to live even though your mind is screaming - no, no, no and it’s a wet, messy, sloppy kiss, tasting of salt and tears, filled with a desperate sort of need mixed with hurt and pain and anger and-
Nothing. Through the glassy window of tears, you see...Momo? Nayeon? Someone pulling at Sana, pulling her away from you. She’s crying too, and everything hurts in a way you are all too familiar with.
You slump against the wall, feeling as if all your energy’s been zapped away from you, stolen away along with your heart.
“Hey, easy there, Y/N.” Someone’s arms are encircling you, supporting you and when you blink and force yourself to focus, a familiar face swims into view. “Don’t fall for me, now.” The girl is smirking, though it’s faint and light and more concerned than anything else.
Light blonde curls, wide eyes - soft.
Lisa.
You manage to smile through the tears, a laugh tearing past your lips as you try to straighten yourself, only to stumble and fall further into her arms. Her hold on you tightens, eyes shadowed with concentration.
“Can’t, sorry,” you glance up at her with a half grin (you’re really too good at this) and stumble, face burying into the crook of her neck. “I’ve already fallen for you.”
You shouldn’t be doing this. You really shouldn’t be doing this. Breaking your own heart wasn’t enough, now you have to break others too? Just because you’re hurting doesn’t mean you have to drag others down with you.
But you’ve always been bitter, obsessed with holding grudges. And Lisa is Lisa.
Gryffindor. Heart of Gold.
But gold is easy to break.
Your eyes slide over to the side, meeting Sana’s briefly. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, cornered by Jisoo and Rose who seem to be lecturing her fiercely, though you can’t really tell from your current point of view. Sana isn’t quite listening, a fact you know only because she’s looking straight at you, her face red and tear-streaked, black lines of mascara trailing down her face and gods she fucking beautiful.
And, you suddenly realise that despite everything, Sana is Sana, a Hufflepuff to the soul and her heart? It’s made of gold too.
And maybe you’ve broken it already, maybe you haven’t. But you’re overcome with the urge to hurt her. Make her feel the pain you feel, make her burn. You want her to feel what you’re feeling, but a million times more.
So, you make sure she’s looking, and then you lean forward and kiss Lisa. Her lips are soft, like the rest of her, and they yield almost immediately to you, parting, sighing. Her hands tangle through your hair and she’s pulling you closer, hugging you in an almost protective manner as she caresses your cheeks. She kisses you like you’re something precious she wants to love, like something she wishes to protect, all soft and concerned and loving. It makes you want to melt into her embrace; it reminds you of a better time, a time long gone.
When you break apart, Lisa’s staring at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks, looking very much like a startled baby deer.
“I’m-”
You press a finger against her lips, smiling quietly. “It’s okay,” you tell her, “we’ll talk later.”
You see Sana out of the corner of your eye, composed, smirking.
“I kiss better, don’t I?” she calls out, ignoring Rose and Jisoo’s not-so-subtle threats. “You’ll always want me, baby girl-”
Before you can even open your mouth to retort, Lisa is unfurling herself from you and you watch with wide eyes, half amused, as she storms over, grabs Sana by the shoulders, fingernails digging into her shoulder and lean forward, growling lowly, “she’s not your baby girl and she’ll never be. you’re an-”
Sana never lets her finish, stealing forward to press a kiss against Lisa’s lips. Lisa pulls away instantly like she’s been stung and Sana laughs. You wonder honestly if she’s a Hufflepuff. She remains, to this day, the most Slytherin of people that you know (perhaps one of the highest compliments you can give) and as if she can read your thoughts, she glances over and winks.
