#hogwarts!exo

She bats her eyelashes innocently, giggling along with her friends. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking about you’re such a disappointment.”

Sehun growls, eyes narrowing dangerously on her. “You’re not the one to judge if I’m a disappointment or not.”

“No.” She agrees easily with a hum. “But I bet your family is. I overheard your brother saying something about you being a disappointment a few days ago in the Slytherin common room.”

That certainly hit a nerve. Being a pureblood from a family of Slytherins, it was definitely a big surprise when he ended up in Hufflepuff instead. His family gave him the cold shoulder and treated him passive-aggressively for months before he decided to just stop going home during breaks altogether. Instead, he often went to Junmyeon’s house, since he’s like a brother to him.

“You know what?” Sehun seethes out, hand in his robe pocket, hold tight on his wand. “Slither out of this.” Before anyone in the courtyard could react, he has is wand out pointed at the ground in front of her, yelling, “Bombarda!”

The ground explodes, eliciting a shriek from her and her friends as they back away immediately, arms up to shield themselves from the blow.

Sehun grins, smug as he slips his wand back into his robe.

“Oh Sehun!”

Not so smug anymore.

He flinches at the harsh tone, turning to see a handful of professors hurrying over, with Professor McGonagall leading the small team. She looks furious, the wrinkles on her face deep. “How could you use an Exploding Charm on a fellow classmate?”

“I-I didn’t hurt her.” He stammers, heart pounding as he takes a tentative step back.

“But you could have.” Her tone is taut. “Detention.”

“Yes.” He whispers, head hanging low, “I’m sorry.”

Professor McGonagall turns sharply towards her, who is frozen in place with shock. Professor McGonagall narrows her eyes on the Slytherin. “Young lady, you will join him in detention.”

“What?” She squeaks, eyes wide. “But—”

One stern look from Professor McGonagall and she screws her mouth shut, a pout appearing on her lips.

“I can’t believe this.” She scowls, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she continuously glares at Sehun. “I’m stuck in detention with you.”

“Right,” Sehun rolls his eyes. “Like I want to be here with you.”

She huffs, though she stays pleasantly quiet after that. No mean remarks, puns, insults. Sehun should feel pleased, and yet he finds it rather strange, and he couldn’t help himself from glancing at her time to time.

“Yeh kids always gettin’ trouble.” Hagrid says as he walks in front of them, lantern in hand and Fang by his side. “Yeh like spendin’ time with me, don’t cha?”

“Yeah,” Sehun rubs his arm, feeling a chill as they go deeper into the Forbidden Forest. “Love to.”

Hagrid lets out a rumbly laugh, hugging his belly. “Well, alright. Heard there’s an injured unicorn around ‘ere. Go find it and bring it back. Take Fang with yeh and be safe.”

“Wait, wait.” She whimpers. “You’re letting us go in alone?”

“Well, yeh got your wands, don’t cha?” Hagrid raises a bushy brow at her. “If somethin’ happens, Fang will let me know, won’t cha, buddy?” He affectionately rubs the dog’s jaw and the dog wags his tail in response.

“Uh…Okay, I guess.” Sehun rubs his neck, glancing over at her who looks a little too pale.

“Meet me back here in about an hour.” Hagrid says, waving them goodbye as he goes another direction. “Don’t get into trouble!”

After his big form disappears into the darkness, the two of them and Fang stand there awkwardly. Sehun isn’t sure what to do, but it’s very dark and Hagrid took the lantern, so he takes out his wand, whispering, “Lumos.”

She does the same, her voice trembling the slightest bit in the silence. Sehun frowns, using the light of his wand to take a better look at her. Her arms are tight around herself, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she glances around, her skin paler than usual.

Things click into place as Sehun lets out a smug grin. “Are you scared of the dark?”

She turns to him with a scowl, eyes narrowing dangerously. “No.”

“Really?” He chuckles. “Okay.” He lets go of the spell, making the tip of her wand the only light source. She yelps, and before he knows it, her can feel her hands around his arm, tight, her body pressed against his.

“No, please.” She whimpers, voice tiny. He can feel her trembling, her forehead pressed against his shoulder. “Turn it back on. Please.”

He’s surprised with this reaction. He thought she was scared, but not that scared. Obediently he uses the spell again, creating another light in the otherwise pitch black forest. “I guess we’ll have to stick together then.”

He feels her nod, and he begins to walk. It’s strange to be this close to her—she seems so helpless and powerless. She always seems so smug and superior, laughing at others.

But wait.

She only laughs at him.

Come to think of it, he’s never seen her be mean to anyone else before. He furrows his brows, getting more and more annoyed. He’s never done anything to offend her before. She has no reason to be so cruel towards him.

“Hey,” he starts, though his eyes search around. Fang is sniffing the ground for signs of the unicorn. “Why are you always so mean to me?”

She shuffles, her head moving and he supposes her cheek is now pressed against his shoulder. Her body is warm, an inviting feeling in the chilling forest.

There’s a long pause of silence, and Sehun rolls his eyes. “Don’t tell me it’s something stupid like, ‘I just don’t like you’ or ‘your face annoys me,’ because I swear—”

“I’m sorry.” She whispers, and Sehun freezes in his tracks.

“…What?”

He tries to make out her features in the dark, and finds a pout on her lips, her cheeks puffed out almost cutely. “I said I’m sorry.”

Sehun is taken aback, not expecting that in the least. He expected a snarky, possibly stupid reason, not an apology. But still, he huffs, “Oh, what? You think a simple ‘I’m sorry’ will make everything better?”

“I didn’t—” She sighs. “I don’t hate you. Honest.”

“Right. I suppose you love me then. Is that why you try to crush my self-esteem every single waking moment?” He asks sarcastically. He never thought he would be able to talk to her like this before. It’s quite a bizarre experience.

“I—” She stutters out. “Fine. Don’t believe me.” To his surprise, she pulls away and stomps off, her form disappearing into the trees.

“Hey, wait up!” Sehun calls, running after her quickly, trying not to lose her. It would be terrible if they get separated. He finds her at the edge of a pond, sitting on the rocky ground with her legs tucked up against her chest. She looks unbelievably sad, pained, and he’s never seen such expressions on her before.

Perhaps he never tried to understand her.

He sighs, shifting his weight and wondering if he should go to her. Maybe he could sit down next to her and just talk. Like civilized people. Like friends even.

And then all his doubts are silenced when he sees something shifting in the darkness. Something even darker than the shadows.

His heart leaps to his throat, as he breaks into a run, screaming, “Get away! Run!”

Fang barks loudly, growling at what seems like nothing but Sehun knows better. She looks startled, scrambling up but she won’t make it. With a burst of energy, he jumps at her, pushing her away just as the Dementor reaches him.

Ice.

He felt ice in his very bones, clamping around him in an iron grip. He tries to move, but cannot. Everything around him fades into a white mist, fogging up his mind and he cannot think. He’s terrified, unable to even breathe.

Am I going to die?

“Look.” He hears a familiar voice in the distance—his. But not really his, this voice sounds smoother, deadlier. Through the mist he sees himself, his hair darker, eyes an endless void and a wide, malicious smile. The other Sehun holds out his arm, slowly rolling up his sleeve.

Sehun already knows what he will see.

The Dark Mark. The symbol of a snake coming out of the mouth of a skull tattooed permanently in his arm.

“Look,” the other Sehun says with a smile, caressing the mark. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

No. Sehun wants to yell, struggling with all his might against the Dementor’s hold on him, against the fears of his own mine. No!

“Expecto Patronum!”

Sehun gasps, feeling reality rush back to him. His wand is pointed at the Dementor, and a blinding white, gleaming wolf is in front of him, growling at the dark creature. In a flash, the wolf bounds, attacking the Dementor with its teeth and claws. The Dementor backs away immediately, blending back in with the dark forest.

The wolf stills, turning towards Sehun for a moment before it loses its shape and disappears as well, leaving everything pitch black.

“Sehun, Sehun!”

He groans, head spinning. When he opens his eyes, he finds himself in a large room…the Hospital Wing.

“Oh thank goodness.” A familiar voice breathes out in relief, and before he could blink, she has her arms wrapped around him tightly, her head pressed against the crook of his neck. “Thank goodness you’re alright.”

He’s baffled by this behavior, even more so when he feels his heart skip a beat. Awkwardly and shyly, he wraps his arms around her as well, pulling her close. “What…What happened?”

“You were attacked by a Dementor.” Madam Poppy Pomfrey answers, coming over to his hospital bed and letting out a small smile. Sehun feels her pull away instantly, her face slightly red afterwards as she sinks back into her seat. “I heard you used the Patronus Charm. Very admirable indeed—only Harry Potter was able to use that charm at such a young age. How did you know about it?”

“I—” He flushes. “I researched…you know, just in case.”

“Well it’s a good thing you did.” She says, handing him something. “Here, have some chocolate.”

He accepts it gratefully, popping it into his mouth and letting the sweetest take over his tastebuds. She looks at him with concerned eyes, and he manages to flash her a smile. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“You saved me.” She whispers, tears glistening in her eyes. “Thank you. You almost died because of me.”

“You’re welcome.” He answers. He actually doesn’t remember much, since his body reacted on its own.

“When you were kissed by the Dementor…what did you see?” She asks softly, carefully. “When you were unconscious, you looked in pain. You looked terrified. Can you tell me?”

Sehun looks away, though he knows he can’t run away from his fear. He needs to face it head on, and perhaps telling someone might help with that. And for some reason, he doesn’t feel bothered to be telling her.

“I…” He starts, sighing. “Well, you know how my family are Slytherins, right?”

She nods.

“And Slytherins are often associated with Dark Magic or Lord Voldemort.” He lets out a lopsided smile, hoping he hasn’t offended her. He chokes out the next words. “I saw…I saw myself…with the Dark Mark. I’ve always been terrified that I would become a Dark Wizard. I don’t want that. So when I was put in Hufflepuff, it actually reassured me that I won’t ever become like that. Still…I can’t help but fear that maybe…maybe it will happen—”

“It won’t.” She cuts him off confidently. Then she looks down, brows furrowed and teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “I…I don’t hate you.”

“You said that already.”

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before whispering. “You were right. I love you.”

As soon as the words leave her lips, Sehun freezes. He stares at her with wide, shocked eyes, unable to believe what he heard. “What?”

She looks frustrated now, her hands clenched tightly into fists in her lap. “I love you. Two years ago…you saved me from a bully. I never thanked you for that.”

Sehun is absolutely speechless. “…So you decide to thank me and court me by also bullying me?”

She flushes, her lips pursing tightly. “I didn’t mean to! I don’t know why but I just couldn’t stop myself from saying all those things. Every time I see you I want to thank you and tell you how I really feel, but every time I open my mouth I end up saying the meanest things.” A tear falls from her eyes, shocking him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I really…I really hate myself. I hate how I act in front of you. You must hate me so much.” She buries her face in her hands, a sob escaping her lips. “And yet you still saved me. I’m such an idiot.”

“Whoa, whoa.” Sehun tries to soothe her, tentatively placing a hand on her shoulder. “I…I don’t hate you either.”

She sniffs, raising her head from her hands, tears swimming in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. “Really?”

Sehun nods, repeating, “I don’t hate you.” And it’s true. He hated the fact that she was always mean to him, but despite hating the things she says to him, he doesn’t hate her. It’s strange, because only a few hours ago he would’ve said he hated her without hesitation. Yet when he saw her in danger, he couldn’t help but push her out of the way, regardless of the consequences he would face.

No, he doesn’t hate her at all.

“You were always mean to me.” Sehun starts slowly, and her lip wobbles as she nods, head hanging in shame. “You always hurt my feelings. But,” he lets out a small smile, pressing his forehead against her and he hears her let out a gasp, “I don’t hate you.”

And then he presses his lips to hers.

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“Hi Jongin.”

Jongin smiles at the group of girls that greeted him, and just with that simple gesture, the girls immediately burst into giggles. A little confused, Jongin gives them a small wave before quickly moving on in the Great Hall.

He finds his usual seat next to Sehun and Jongdae, who are talking animatedly about their plans for the Hallowe’en Feast. Jongin sits down, overhearing something about Jongdae’s dragon and how it might be a surprise guest once Professor McGonagall approves.

Jongin mentally groans at the fact that his friends all have a date. Curse Sehun for making him suddenly hyper aware of his date-less status.

“Hey, Nini.”

He lifts his head at the familiar voice. A close friend of his sits down across from him, her smile bright as usual. He finds himself unconsciously smiling back—she always seems to have that effect on him. “Morning.”

“Ready for the Hallowe’en Feast?” She asks, eyes gleaming with excitement. “I can’t wait!”

“Right.” Jongin tries to smile, though his excitement is steadily diminishing. “Can’t wait.”

She frowns, tilting her head sideways in concern. “What’s wrong?”

Jongin rests his chin on the palm of his hand, replying unconvincingly, “Nothing.”

“Nini is upset he doesn’t have a date.” Sehun butts in, singing out loudly. Jongin tries to shush him up immediately, his skin growing too hot with embarrassment.

She lets out a small chuckle, “Jongin, you can get a date easily. Literally all the girls are swooning over you.”

Not you. Jongin clears his throat. “I don’t want a half-assed date.”

“Well,” she says pleasantly, completely oblivious from the way he’s looking at her, trying to somehow telepathically ask her out. “I hope you find the right date.”

“Just ask her!” Jongdae whispers, gesturing towards her.

“Shut up!” Jongin pushes Jongdae away, laughing nervously in hopes she didn’t hear. She blinks at them, utterly oblivious to what they’re talking about.

“Uh, I’m going to head to class.” Jongin mutters quickly, trying to make a quick escape, glaring at Jongdae and Sehun as he gets up, who are trying hard to stifle their laughs.

“This is stupid and ridiculous.”

“Just take it.”

“No.”

Sehun sighs dramatically, holding the offending thing in his hand and wagging it in front of Jongin. “Come on! I didn’t go all the way to the famous Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and waited in line for an hour just for you to reject me!”

“No. Love. Potions!” Jongin screams back, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “That’s just immoral. Love can’t be forced, you know?”

Sehun sighs. “You sound like Baekhyun—but guess what? Baekhyun has a freaking date.”

Jongin rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Losers can’t be choosers. If you won’t ask her out, use the Love Potion.”

“I said no!” Jongin exclaims, exasperated. “How many times do I need to tell you?”

“Fine.” Sehun agrees, a little bit too quickly and before Jongin could react, the taller male pushes him towards the table where a cup of tea is sitting there, cooling down. Damn, Sehun came prepared.

Sehun easily grabs Jongin’s hand, pressing the Love Potion into his palm.

“No, Sehun!” Jongin growls, trying to pull away and in the struggle, the bottle opens, falling straight into the cup of tea. Everything is suddenly quiet as they stare at the cup, then at each other.

“Hey guys.”

They both jump, spinning on their heels to find her right there at the doorway of the Hufflepuff common room.

“Hey!” Sehun greets, a little too enthusiastically. “I have to go! Have fun guys.” With that, he stealthily slips out, leaving Jongin to fend for himself.

Jongin immediately plasters on a convincing smile, standing to block the cup of tea. “Hey! How are you?”

She looks at him weirdly before shrugging it off, setting a bag down on the round wooden table. “I bought some candy! Go ahead and choose some.”

“Oh, cool!” Jongin grins widely, excited about the candy like a child.

“Can I drink this?”

“Yeah.” Jongin says absentmindedly, too busy digging through the bag but then immediately stops, eyes widening in horror. “Wait!”

When he turns around she had already taken a long sip. She blinks at him, surprised. Jongin’s jaw drops, watching her with uncertainty. “You…drank it?”

She nods, and then a dreamy smile blooms on her face. “Jongin…can I kiss you?”

Jongin splutters, eyes wide as he takes a step back. “I—No.”

Her face immediately falls, tears brimming her eyes, her lip wobbling. “Why? You don’t love me?”

Hearing that so bluntly makes his head swim and heart soar. She loves him? No, it’s just the stupid potion.

But she looks so hurt and heartbroken that Jongin can’t help but sigh, whispering what he wanted to tell her for the longest time. “I love you.”

Suddenly she beams, practically jumping on Jongin, wrapping her arms tight around his torso as she buries her face against his chest. “I love you too, Jongin. I love you so much.”

Jongin smiles as he wraps his arms around her too, holding her close. Even if those words are the product of a Love Potion, it makes him so insanely happy. A bittersweet kind of happy, since he knows this isn’t real. Yet he so desperately wants it to be.

He supposes he can live in this dream for just a little bit longer.

And then he’ll kill Sehun.

“You need to go to class.”

“No!” She whines, clinging onto him tightly, a pout on her lips. “I want to be with you!”

“But we have different classes!” He groans as he tries to pry her off. Five hours in and he’s starting to get annoyed. He knew Love Potions don’t equate to real love, of course, but rather more like an obsession or infatuation.

“I don’t care.” She declares. “I’m not leaving your side.”

Jongin lets out an exasperated sigh, having no other choice. “If you go to class like a good girl, I’ll give you a kiss after class.”

Her eye light up, and if she had a tail it would be wagging like crazy. “Really?”

“Yep.” Jongin manages a smile. “Promise.”

“Okay!” She beams, immediately running off to her class. Exhausted, he slumps into his seat immediately when he enters the classroom.

“How’s the day going?” Sehun asks pleasantly, a knowing grin on his face. “Feeling loved?”

Jongin growls at Sehun. “It’s terrible! I told you Love Potions are a bad idea. She’s literally infatuated with me, and not in a cute couple-y way.”

Sehun raises a brow, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Well I think it’s going quite well.”

“Sehun!” Jongin hisses just as the professor enters the room. Sehun takes this opportunity to ignore Jongin’s death glares and instead pretends to be a good student.

“I’m going to kill you.” Jongin grumbles under his breath.

“What was that, Mr. Kim?” The professor asks, and Jongin immediately plasters on a sweet smile.

“Nothing. Sorry, sir.”

“Nini!” Jongin mentally groans. She jumps onto his back, arms tight around his neck as she nuzzles into him. “You promised me a kiss!”

Jongin closes his eyes in dismay. As much as he wants to kiss her, he can’t. Not while she’s like this. That would just be terrible. “Uh, right.” He sets her down gently, turning towards her and holding her hand in his awkwardly as he tries to think of an excuse. “I meant, uh, you know, later. I want it to be special.”

She pouts, eyes watering. “But you promised after class—”

“Soon.” He says, sincerely, meaning more than she will know. “But not now. I’m sorry.”

She frowns. “Do you love me?”

“Of course.” He answers without hesitation, looking deep into her eyes. Oh, if only he could actually say this in front of her normally. “I love you.”

She sighs, seeming accepting his answer. She follows him to the Hufflepuff common room, and Jongin taps the code to the barrel.

Sehun and Jongdae along with a few other students are littered about the room. Jongin sits down next to his friends, and she follows immediately.

“Aw, you two are so cute together.” Jongdae tries to stifle his laugh.

Jongin has is arms crossed. She’s practically draped over him, might as well be sitting on his lap, with her arms wrapped tightly around his and her head resting on his shoulder.

He would have loved this kind of position, but it’s not her. Now, he just feels irritated.

“When does the potion wear off?” Jongin asks wearily, trying and failing to pull his arm away.

“Um I think it lasts for about 24 hours.” Sehun answers thoughtfully. “Though I’m not too sure. Might last a month for all we know.”

“You’re kidding.” Jongin groans, throwing his head back. “I hate this.”

“I thought you love her.” Jongdae points out.

“I do.” Jongin says exasperatedly. “But not like this. Love Potions are so fake and temporary. I want her to love me back for real. This is just…” He wrinkles his nose gesturing towards her. She merely blinks up at him dreamily. “This is just straight up obsession with me and that sucks.”

“Hey, don’t worry.” Jongdae lets out a reassuring smile. “I’m sure she’ll be back to normal tomorrow.”

Jongin sighs, glancing down at her. “I hope so.”

“Morning!”

Jongin jumps at the voice, glancing nervously as she comes over. She seems normal, not clinging onto him or asking for kisses. She just sits across him like usual at the breakfast table, grabbing for food.

“Morning.” He mumbles, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Do you, uh, remember what you did yesterday?”

She thinks for a moment, frowning. “Actually…no. I don’t.”

Jongin sighs in relief. “Oh, that’s alright.”

Her frown deepens, head tilting curiously at him and eyes narrowing. “Jongin, did you do something to me?”

Crap. He gulps, hands trembling yet he tries to act as natural as possible. “Uh…No—I mean…” He glances at Sehun and Jongdae who have looked away, pretending to be deep in conversation. Welp, guess he won’t be getting help from them. “Can I talk to you outside?”

She raises a brow in question, but nods, standing from her seat. She follows Jongin out the Great Hall, to the hallways. He fidgets, searching for words and piecing sentences together to somehow start.

“So?” She asks, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed against her chest. “What do you want to say?”

He bites his lip, sighing. There’s no way he can hide this from her, and when she asks he won’t be able to lie. He’s always been terrible at lying, especially to her. “I-I’m sorry.” He hangs his head. “Yesterday…I accidentally put a Love Potion in the tea you drank. I really didn’t mean to! Sehun bought it and I told him I didn’t need it but it fell in accidentally—” He cuts himself off, waving his hand in front of him as if to wave off what he was about to say. “Anyways, I’m sorry. I was just scared to ask you to the Hallowe’en Feast and ended up doing something so stupid. Please forgive me.”

He’s afraid to look at her, but then she places a gentle hand against his shoulder. Her eyes are warm and understanding, though there’s still a tiny bit of displeasure swimming in her irises. “Using a Love Potion was not right.”

Jongin nods, ashamed.

“Jongin, you should’ve just asked me.” She lets out a soft sigh. “I could never reject you.”

“Really?” Jongin perks up, hopeful. She lets out a giggle, and to his surprise, leans in to press a quick kiss against his lips.

Oh my goodness.

Jongin freezes, eyes wide as he stares at her in awe. She just kissed him. She just kissed him! His heart sours, head spinning with joy. A smile blooms on his face which matches hers perfectly. “So, will you go to the Hallowe’en Feast with me? As my girlfriend?”

“Of course.” She answers. “I could never reject you.”

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“Hey, Chanyeol.” The captain gives him a comforting pat on the back. “Don’t worry about anything other than getting your hands on the Snitch, alright? We got your back. I know you’ll do fine.”

Chanyeol forces out a smile, nodding at his captain. He follows his team onto the pitch, the size of it quite daunting. Chanyeol gulps, mounting on his broom and waiting for the start of the game.

Madam Hooch blows into her silver whistle and Chanyeol rises into the air along with the others, and when the Snitch is freed, he locks his eyes on it and zooms off.

The Golden Snitch sharply zooms upwards, high into the clouds. Chanyeol follows, pushing his broom to go faster. Almost there, just a little more. He reaches his arm out, glad he has long limbs, and just as the tip of his fingers touch the smooth surface of the Snitch, someone appears next to him and reaches for the Snitch as well. The Golden Snitch suddenly dives downwards, causing Chanyeol to almost collide with the other person.

It’s the other team’s Seeker, a beautiful girl with bright, determined eyes. Chanyeol falters for a moment, surprised. She doesn’t spare him a glance though, and shoots down to follow the Snitch.

Snapping himself out of his daze, he darts down as well, urging himself to go faster since he had a rather late start downwards.

But man, she is fast. She is turning almost invisible from the incredible speed. Chanyeol squints, trying to see what model her broom is but she just looks like a blur zipping through the air.

Stop. Chanyeol reminds himself. Focus. Snitch. You need to catch the Snitch.

The Snitch flies sideways to the right, circling the pitch and he leans on his broom sharply to turn. The turn let him catch up to her, and they’re flying next to each other, both trying to out-fly the other.

“Not bad.” He hears her say, a wide grin on her face as her beautiful eyes flicker to him for the briefest of seconds before going back to the Snitch. “But not good enough.”

With that, she zips past him, only centimeters away from the Snitch. She reaches out, and Chanyeol growls. “Oh no, you don’t!”

He leans down on his broom, making himself almost flat to reduce air resistance and make himself go faster. To both their surprise, the Snitch dives down again, off the the side and back up in a dizzying fast path.

“How is it so quick?” Chanyeol groans, only to earn a laugh like pleasant bells from her as she zooms by to follow the Snitch.

“Better hurry or you’ll lose it!” She calls after him, looking effortless as she follows the trail of the Snitch, over and under and around the pitch. When Chanyeol tries to follow, he almost bumps into a Chaser.

He swerves frantically, trying to avoid clashing into someone else and his momentum breaks, leaving him far behind her and the Snitch. Even as he tries futilely to chase after them again, it’s a matter of moments before she grabs the Snitch, and the sharp shrill of the whistle makes him slow to a gradual stop.

The points are 220-100.

Hufflepuff had won over Gryffindor.

Disappointed, Chanyeol lowers himself to the ground, sulking and follow his teammates off the pitch. Someone lands next to him, and he finds the same Seeker, with sweat glistening off her face and the brightest smile he’s ever seen—which is saying a lot since he’s often nicknamed the Happy Virus.

“Hey,” she says, voice much softer than when it was during the match. Her voice washes over him like warm honey, pleasant and friendly.

“Hi.” He greets back simply, a little blank and a little upset.

“You were great out there.” She says, holding out her hand for a handshake. “Name?”

He eyes her hand skeptically before shrugging and taking it. “Park Chanyeol.”

Her eyes widen, blinking at him. “Park Chanyeol? As in the famous pureblood Park family?”

“Yep, that’s me.” He lets out a lopsided smile, already too used to people judging him for his lineage. Surely she’s no different.

“That’s cool.” She beams at him. “I’m muggle-born.”

“Really?” Chanyeol asks in surprise, his eyes crinkling as he grins, absolutely amazed. “That’s incredible! I’ve never seen a muggle-born fly so fast before.”

She looks proud, standing a little taller, her hold on her broom tight as if it’s her prized possession. He finds it incredibly cute since she’s almost a head and a half shorter than him (maybe the reason why she’s so fast). “Yep. I’m the fastest on my team.”

Chanyeol grins, oddly interested in her bright, proud, and somehow bumbling personality. “Nice to meet you.”

“I can’t believe it!” Chanyeol exclaims, a big pout on his lips. “We lost to Ravenclaw! That’s the third time in a row we lost a match!”

“Maybe because we’ve recruited sucky players this year.” Baekhyun grumbles back, rolling his eyes at his friend. Sure, Baekhyun isn’t exactly happy that their house keeps losing, but Chanyeol’s complaints and whines are starting to annoy him.

Chanyeol gasps, hurt and offended with a hand over his heart as he stares at Baekhyun like he just casted an Unforgivable Curse. “How could you say that? Our team is awesome!”

“Obviously not good enough if you keep losing.” Baekhyun throws a pillow at Chanyeol, falling backwards on the sofa to lie down in a more comfortable position. “By the way, how are you getting in here? If you’re going to come here literally every day why don’t you just join our club?”

“What am I not allowed here anymore?” Chanyeol sticks his tongue out at his friend. “Your club that doesn’t even have a name with only four members.”

“Shut up, Chanyeol. I don’t see you with a club in the Room of Requirement. And we’re working on the club name.” Baekhyun counters, crossing his arms. “When you’re here all the time I can’t even bring my girlfriend here!”

Chanyeol’s face scrunches up in disgust. “Ew, don’t tell me you— on the couch—”

Baekhyun’s face flushes, red like a tomato and Chanyeol laughs at the sight. “I don’t—We didn’t—Oh my gosh, Chanyeol. If you want to win Quidditch just go ask that Hufflepuff girl to train you or whatever. You said she’s fast, right?”

Chanyeol practically perks up, eyes sparkling at the suggestion. “Actually, that’s a great idea!”

Before Baekhyun could say another word, Chanyeol is already gone, a wide grin stretching from ear to ear on his face.

“Hi.”

She blinks at Chanyeol, surprised by his presence. Since the day of their match, they haven’t really talked. They saw each other in the hallways occasionally and would greet each other, but that was it, really. So for him to be here, at the back of Hogwarts where no one really goes to, must mean that he’s looking specifically for her. “Hi.”

He has a goofy smile, and his unusually large ears makes her want to laugh. “I wanted to ask if you could teach me how to fly.” He holds out his broom that he hid behind his back.

She looks at him, baffled. “We’re on different teams.”

“But you’re a great flier.”

“And why would I help you?” She asks, raising a brow at him. He seems to deflate, a pout growing on his lips.

“I don’t know.” He admits. “I just know you’re a great flier and I would like to be friends with you.”

He is so adorably honest, she can’t seem to keep the smile off her face. She lets out a small giggle, shaking her head. “You literally look like a puppy. Alright, fine. I’ll teach you some of my tricks.”

She grabs her broom, mounting on it and giving him a wink. Eager, Chanyeol quickly climbs onto his broom as well, and then she flies off, dust rising from the force. Chanyeol follows close behind as she rises into the air, higher than Hogwarts itself.

“First tip.” She yells out. “Love flying. Enjoy the way the wind blows in your face. Make the broom an extension of yourself.”

Chanyeol doesn’t need to be told that. He loves flying—it’s part of him. All his life he grew up expecting to be a proper Park. His sister is perfect, smart and brave and kind. He loves his sister and his family to bits, but sometimes it’s a lot being defined by your family. Flying is freedom. Flying is forgetting everything but the feel of the wind hitting his face. Flying means he can just be Chanyeol. Not a Park, but just Chanyeol.

She smiles, obviously pleased by his flying. “Good.” She swerves sideways, spiraling downwards and Chanyeol dives after her, nervous that she might hit one of the towers of the castle.

“Second tip.” She curves upwards sharply, passing Chanyeol in the air and leaving him awed. “Think quick and move quick!”

Chanyeol follows, making a sharp turn upwards and follows her as she circles and flies through the pointed tops of the castle's towers. Her agility is incredible, every move quick and precise. Chanyeol accidentally brushed the side of a tower, but regains control and follows after her quite well.

She beams at him, a look of what seems like pride glimmering in her eyes. “Awesome! Now keep your eyes on the prize and never look away until you have it.”

She dives sharply again, and this time Chanyeol is able to follow smoothly. He leans forward, going even faster and shooting through the air like an arrow. He’s only an arm’s length away from her now, a little more and he could catch up to her.

A little more...

“Gotcha!” Chanyeol exclaims as he grabs her broom, which turned out to be a bad idea as she topples over, falling. Chanyeol gasps in horror, diving after her at break-neck speed, no longer thinking properly.

He manages to snatch her out of the air moments from touching the ground, but Chanyeol loses balance on his broom and crashes into the ground with her safe in his arms.

“Ow.”

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” She asks frantically, pushing herself up and inspecting him.

He manages to sit up, rubbing his shoulder where it had hit the ground. Other than being a little sore with a few light scratches, he’s unharmed. “I’m okay. You?”

“I’m fine.” She answers with a small smile. “Thanks for saving me.”

Chanyeol blinks, “No need to thank me. Of course I would have saved you!” It was kind of my fault in the first place...

She smiles again, wider, and then leans in to peck his cheek. “I’ll look forward to your next game.”

Chanyeol shoots up into the clouds like a rocket, his opponent already out of sight. Chanyeol doesn’t hesitate when the Snitch turn sharply to the right, sloping downwards again. He can hear his heart pounding, the wind screaming in his ears as he holds his arm out.

“Now keep your eyes on the prize and never look away until you have it.”

He closes his fist over the Golden Snitch, landing gracefully on the pitch. Gryffindor has won.

Cheers erupt from the bleachers, and his teammates rush over to give him bear hugs and friendly pats on the back. He spots her on the bleachers, and hurries to meet her. He has the biggest grin on his face when he finally stops in front of her, and hers is equally bright.

“Congrats, Chanyeol.” She says pleasantly, and her eyes shine with pride.

“It was thanks to you.” He says shyly, “Thank you.”

She beams, and Chanyeol would have went to hug her if someone hadn’t jumped on his back. “Gah! Baekhyun!”

Baekhyun grins, jumping off from Chanyeol’s back. “Congrats!” He then turns to her, with a very knowing smile. “Hi, I’m Byun Baekhyun! I’ve heard lots of good things about you from Chanyeol. Heard you helped him train?”

She lets out a soft laugh, nodding.

Baekhyun turns to Chanyeol for a moment, wiggling his brows mischeviously. Before Chanyeol could find an excuse to drag him away, Baekhyun says, “By the way, would you like to join my club? It’s pretty new with only a few members so I’m recruiting. Chanyeol’s a member too.”

“I am?” Chanyeol blurts, but Baekhyun’s glare makes him let out a nervous chuckle. “I mean, I am.”

She thinks for a moment, before a smile blooms on her face and she shrugs. “Sure, why not? What does your club do?”

“We just relax, honestly.” Baekhyun admits with a laugh. “It’s just a little group where we can hang out with.”

She giggles. “Sounds fun.”

“It is.” Baekhyun confirms confidently, earning another laugh from her. Chanyeol can’t help but roll his eyes.

“So what’s your club called?” She asks again.

“Um, we’re still working on the title.” Baekhyun answers, rubbing the back of his neck with a lopsided smile.

“EXO.” Chanyeol blurts suddenly, making both of them turn to him in surprise.

“What?” Baekhyun asks.

“EXO.” Chanyeol repeats, a smile growing on his face. “I read something with that word in it. It means out of this world. We can call our club that!”

Baekhyun thinks for a moment, and the first thing he says is, “You read?”

Chanyeol glares at the shorter male who started to guffaw, with her joining in. Chanyeol flushes, embarrassed and slightly humiliated. “Of course I read! Not everyone’s an airhead like you, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun stops, gasping in offense, though the grin is still there. “Excuse me? You want to go, bro?”

But even so, it later became an official decision to name their club EXO, which now has six members.

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