“This is a very bad idea,” Jihoon hissed, trying to catch up with the taller boy who was always a few steps quicker than he was. The latter continued on without a word, but even without him looking back, Jihoon knew there was definitely a smile of Seungcheol’s face. There always was when he was up to his reckless ideas, but even more so whenever he manages to drag the Ravenclaw prefect with him. It was more of a look of triumph.

Jihoon groaned when Seungcheol turned another corner, “I’m dropping you as a friend.”

At that, Seungcheol surprisingly stopped walking, only to turn around with that grin on his face illuminated only by the small bit of light his wand gave off. 

The same grin that managed to make the younger boy’s heart skip a beat

“We’re almost there, Jihoon, c’mon!”

“Almost where, exactly? You still haven’t told me anything.”

“You still followed.”

Jihoon balked; that was true, but he’ll never admit that to the Gryffindor even if his grades were in danger. Choosing to instead keep silent, he continued to follow as Seungcheol began walking again, making the tip of his wand brighter and brighter the deeper they got within the dark corridors of the castle. The direction they were taking slowly became familiar to the blonde boy, who paused in his steps.

“We are not heading to the dungeons, Choi Seungcheol,” Jihoon said firmly.

At that the older boy pouted, eyes wider than it already was, “we’ve already reached this far. Trust me, it’s nothing scary. Not this time.”

Not this time referred to the last time Seungcheol tried (and succeeded) to drag Jihoon down in the dungeons with him. They came face to face with Fluffy, the large three-headed dog that guarded the idea, who proceeded to nearly rip them to shreds if it weren’t for Jihoon singing an enchanted lullaby. That was beyond traumatising, even if Seungcheol had praised his voice soon after. Who cared if he had a nice voice, they almost died.

Jihoon glared at him, “I don’t trust that at all. Fluffy, remember?”

“Fluffy was moved back to Greece,” Seungcheol said proudly, beginning his walk to the dungeons once more, knowing Jihoon was going to follow. “I just wanna see this new thing Jeonghan told me about.”

At the name of the Slytherin, Jihoon couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy within him. It was weird, but he knew Seungcheol was a Gryffindor who didn’t mind talking to the Slytherins every once and a while. Mostly it was Jeonghan, which wouldn’t have been that big of a deal either except the famous blonde was part Veela, and gorgeously so. There were tons of Hogwarts students who had a crush on him already. Jihoon wouldn’t be surprised if Seungcheol was one of them. Disappointed, sad, but not surprised.

“Of course, let’s follow a Slytherin down to the dungeons, why not,” Jihoon chose to say instead, rolling his eyes in the darkness.

They soon stopped in front of a locked door, nothing a quick Alohomora from Seungcheol couldn’t fix. Together, the two stepped inside a rather dusty looking room, cobwebs noticeable even in the dim light of a wand. Jihoon could almost feel a sneeze co