He ran as fast as he could down the long and ancient hallway, cursing under his breath at his ill choice of shoes as the sound of metal on wood echoed throughout the corridor. He had a huge Herbology test tomorrow and he had spent too long in the Library trying to study but he couldn’t focus since he also had a Quiddich game tomorrow evening. Professor Longbottom was not going to be happy in the slightest.

As he ran down the hall, he hoped and prayed that no Prefects would be patrolling, he couldn’t afford another detention but as he turned the corner and spied the door, his heart sunk. Of all the Prefects to be patrolling the Gryffindor dorm it just had to be him.

“Late are we, Minho?” Kim Kibum, Slytherin prefect and Minho’s arch nemesis. He was a seeker for Slytherin and a damn good one at that and Minho hated him for it.

“Just let me past will you?” Minho growled as he caught his breath. 
“What’s your reason for being out after dark?” Kibum smirked as he got out his quill and parchment to record the happenings. 
“Studying.” Kibum raised his eyebrows at this. 
“Studying? Some people are naturally smart and don’t need to risk getting expelled to pass a test.” 
“I won’t…ugh just give me detention,” Minho complained.
“You will be happy to hear that I’m going to let this one slide,” Kibum said as he folded his arms slyly. 
“Why?” A puzzled Minho couldn’t wrap his mind around Kibum’s motive.
“Because it will be punishment enough when we beat you tomorrow.” Kibum laughed as Minho pushed past him to get to the dorm door. 
“Rochambeau,” he spoke before stepping through the opening passage and up to his bed. 
He barely slept that night due to nightmares about the up and coming match. As one of the two Beaters, it was his duty to be quick and strong throughout the full game but his nightmares were ones of the opposite. 
He sat on his Nimbus that was falling apart and was unable to move as Bludgers were mercilessly being pounded at him. He could move and the Bludgers were skimming right past his head and the person who was aiming them at him? Kim ing Kibum. Sat on his top of the range broom with his signature smirk and looking straight at him and laughing his evil robotic laugh. 
The dream changed suddenly and he could hear the voice of…who was it…was that Taemin?

“MINHO GET YOUR UP NOW! DON’T YOU HAVE A TEST IN TWENTY MINUTES?!” Lee Taemin yelled as he shook him awake.

Taemin was Minho’s childhood best friend. The two boys were ecstatic the day they both got their Hogwarts letters and couldn’t wait to hop the train. They were even more excited to both get sorted into Gryffindor.

“…I’VE OVERSLEPT?” Minho screamed as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to get ready. He ran out of the dorm and went as fast as he physically could down to the Herbology lab, breaking a sweat by the time he arrived.

“PROFESSOR! SORRY I’M LATE!” he huffed as he threw the door open and jogged into the classroom.

“Mr. Choi, you’re just in time for the start of the practical leg of the exam, you need these.” Professor Longbottom smiled as he handed Minho a hammer and three unidentifiable black seeds that seemed to be growling at him.

“Oh boy” Minho sighed as he took his place at the table next to Taemin who was on his left and a Slytherin who everyone avoided because of his name. He was Salvidor Riddle.

“You have one hour before you will have to move onto the forty minute written leg. Good luck and oh…good luck everyone at the match tonight, I will sure be there,” Professor Longbottom spoke before waving his hands and officially starting the exam.

A grueling one hour and forty minutes later Minho placed his parchment on the desk before leaving the room and heading to the Great Hall for a well deserved lunch.

“How did you do?” Taemin asked as the two boys sat at a long wooden table.

“Rubbish. I couldn’t identify half of the plants in the written!” Minho complained as he bit into the chicken drumstick that appeared in front of him.

“What’s this?” Jonghyun piped in. Kim Jonghyun was a Hufflepuff who they met in first year and have been friends with ever since.

“They had their Herbology exam today,” Jinki offered with a mouth full of food. Lee Jinki was a Ravenclaw in the year above who they also befriended when they started at Hogwarts.

“Ugh you’re a pig,” Taemin scoffed.

“How you feelin, Min?” Jonghyun asked.
“About what?” 
“The match you idiot!” 
“Oh yeah! Good but I had a terrible dream last night where my broom fell apart and Kibum kept attacking me with Bludgers.” 
“That will never happen and you know it! Kim Kibum is as skilled as a Grindylow!” Jinki laughed, earning a roar of laughter from the four boys.

Minho finished his lunch before attending the rest of his classes that day before getting ready for the match.

He looked at himself in the mirror when he was ready. The yellow robes showed his Gryffindor status and the large 03 Choi on the back showed everyone who he was. He had his Nimbus 9000 In one hand and a bat in the other and he felt readier than ever for a game. Today, they were going to win!

He lined up with the rest of the team before mounting his broom and flying into the pitch with his bat in the custom holder that was attached to the broom.

“I want a good, clean game!” Professor Buggle shouted before unleashing the Golden Snitch and beginning the game, which was ruthless.

Two hours went by and Slytherin were winning by 10 points (240-230) and there was no sign of the snitch. They were one chaser down and Minho had a particularly hard time fighting off the attacking Bludgers that seemed to be targeted on him today. Throughout the game he kept an eye on Patrick Finnigan, Gryffindors seeker and he was still circling the pitch looking for the snitch. He also seemed to be tailing Kibum, relying on Slytherin to notice the snitch before himself.

It was another twenty minutes and one beater down before the snitch was spotted. It was seen hiding behind the Quaffle and the high speed chase begun, the two seekers going too fast to see and it was a painful ten seconds before Kim Kibum held the Golden Snitch above his head to show everyone that Slytherin were the winners. The cheers outweighed the yells of discontent as Minho flew to the ground, anger building.

“Listen mate, it was a fix! Besides, this is Slytherins first win of the season.” Jinki tried to comfort Minho as he sat in the Gryffindor common room. 
“Yeah. I’m going to go to the library.” 
“Again?” Taemin sighed. 
“Yeah. Want to get a start on the History of Magic essay we have.” Minho explained before leaving the common room.

He had a thumping headache and every muscle in his body was aching and even though it was a Friday night, he knew if he didn’t try and distract himself he would think himself into a state of sheer lividness.

He took his usual seat at the far back of the library where no one ever went since it was right next to the restricted section and started work on the essay.

“Damnit. That’s not in the book…” He whispered to himself as he tried to search for Seamus Finnigan. The essay was on the Great War but he had no idea who that wizard was. He went to the stands and searched for the right book but right as he grabbed it, someone grabbed the same book from the opposite side of the shelf.

“Sorry this is the last- you.” His mouth formed a scowl and his eyes tightened.

“Good game today, even if I did catch the snitch a little late.” Kibum grinned.

“I’m not in the mood so just leave me alone to finish my essay won’t you?” Minho huffed as he made his way back to the table he sat at.

“I can’t let you do that.”

“Why not?”

“I need to finish my essay too.” Kibum spoke as he sat next to him and started reading the page.

“What are you doing?” Minho asked, not wanting to be anywhere near him.

“We’re both writing the same essay and need the same book so it makes sense to do it together doesn’t it?”

“…Fine.” Minho sighed before getting back to work.

He copied down the notes from the book that he needed before writing the paragraph. He stopped to relieve his hand for a moment and looked at Kibum. The boys beauty was undeniable and he green of his robes highlighted his eyes. His brown hair that looked so soft to the touch made Minho wonder just what he did to it before concluding that it must be at spell.

He watched the way his hand grasped the quill. His grip looked strong but gentle at the same time and his finger tips, unlike Minho’s which were calloused, looked as smooth as ice.

‘I wonder what his fingers feel like.’

“You what?” Kibum asked, face full of shock and disgust.

“Sorry?”

“You just whispered to yourself ‘I wonder what his fingers feel like’,” Kibum told him.

“Did-did I?” Minho stuttered.

“Whatever.”

The two boys got back to their essays, not stopping when they heard footsteps behind them but only stopping when they heard the whisper of ‘Imperio’ and everything going black.

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