𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 (My Slytherin) || •PJM• ✔️

Potions

"What is this exactly?"

She laughs, stirring it some more. "Pay attention or else I won't show you how to make any potions ever again," Y/n jokes with a cute smile on her face. He can't help but mimic it, watching her mix in the final ingredients. "You know you have to master this otherwise you'll fail, our professor wants us to make a proper love potion."

"Literally why, isn't that dangerous?" Jimin asks.

She shrugs, "Probably, but it's also one of the hardest potions to make. If you can make this, you can make anything. Yes - even you." Jimin chuckles and leans closer, sniffing it. It smells... amazing. "Don't get too drawn in, you're supposed to smell the things you really like. Love, even."

"Oh yeah? What do you smell?"

She leans closer and sniffs, "Mmm... roses. I love the smell of roses. Peaches too, they're a fruit I ate growing up, same with oranges. They're my three favorite scents." He softly smiles, then his face falls when he realizes it. That's what he smells like.

"What about you?" she asks, leaning back.

He comes closer and softly sighs, whiffing in a bit of it and instantly feeling his smile go wider. "Vanilla, a lot of it, I don't know if there's any other scents in there."

She laughs, "So if a girl comes up to you smelling like vanilla you're hooked, is that it?"

"I guess so," he hums, sitting back in his seat.

She gives him a nudge and finishes off the potion, "Alright, do you want to make your own now?"

"I can certainly try."

"That's the right attitude to take. Drink up Jiminie."

"Ew, don't call me that Gryff."

"Stupid Slytherin."

"Fucking Gryffindor."

Although they're not really 'enemies' anymore, they're still really aggressive around each other. Honestly, this is the nicest they've ever been in public. Most of the time they're bickering over the dumbest things or calling each other stupid. It's a nice change of pace to have a friendly conversation about something that connects everyone - love. Jimin can't wait to fall in love, even if he's a little scared of it.

He turns to look at Y/n, the girl preparing his ingredients for him. Why is she so nice to him even though he's been nothing but awful to her? He doesn't deserve it, he knows that. Pffft who is Jimin kidding, an attractive girl is taking care of him, who is he to complain? "I think you got me too much stuff," he says.

"Can you even identify any of these ingredients?"

"Um..."

"Exactly, trust my judgement then. Can you do that greenie?" Ugh he hates it when she calls him that. She only says it every once in a while, but it pisses him off all the time. Just because his robes and house color is green doesn't mean she should call him 'greenie'. It makes him cringe every time she says it.

"I'll do it," he mumbles.

"Louder."

Cocky bitch. "I'll trust your judgement," he repeats with a huff.

"Good," she says, "everything's ready, give it a try okay?"

He agrees and brings his mini cauldron forward, dumping the base ingredients inside. She watches like a hawk over his shoulder, her hands folded together. "Uh are you stalking me or something?"

"You asked for my help, I'm giving it," she says. Dammit she's right.

"Okay then... just a little creepy that's all."

She doesn't reply, motioning for him to continue what he's doing. He sighs and does as he's told, thinking hard about what he's been shown. Her demonstration was good: really good, but he couldn't take his eyes off her the whole time. Her pursed lips while she was trying to remember what she was doing, her delicate hand movements, her eyes lighting up when she did something correctly... it was beautiful. He'd do anything to see it again.

"No, wait, lightly sprinkle," she says. He nods and follows her orders, lightly sprinkling whatever the fuck the ingredient he's holding is. He doesn't know the names of them, he doesn't care either. Jimin's having too much fun being here, next to her. Okay wait, what's going on with him. Does he have a brain tumor or something? Why the hell is he enjoying all this time with her? He knows that he's probably in love with her, but that's besides the point. Does love really feel like this? He's never really had it before. He's dated girls, sure, even told them that he loves them, but this is different. Much different. God dammit Jimin, stop being a stubborn little bitch and admit you love her dumbass.

Jimin starts stirring, letting out a breath when the spoon doesn't move that fast. "You're doing it wrong," she says.

"Well gee, I wonder what gave that away. Thanks Einstein."

"Alright asshole, here, let me help you." She leans forward and wraps her hand around the spoon... right over his hand. He hides his flushed face and lets her guide him around the cauldron correctly. "Gently, counterclockwise," she whispers, guiding his hand some more. Jesus she's so beautiful. Her hands are so soft too. He smiles at her, the girl peeping up and meeting his eyes. It's in that moment that he realizes he's been staring at her and not the potion.

He instantly averts his eyes to glance at the stirring. "R-Right, counterclockwise. Right. What'd you say before that?"

"Gently," she repeats, somehow still sounding patient with him. Her hand gingerly moves away from his, Jimin keeping his pace. "There you go!" she says, smiling brightly. They lock eyes, the two of them smiling like idiots.

"I got it? Really?"

"Eyes on the potion Park, you might not have it for long," she replies with a glint of amusement in her eyes. He almost snorts, but bites it back to instead focus on the potion. After only a minute, she tells him it's done. Just in time too, seeing as the professor comes over.

"L/n, flawless as always. Park, not bad at all. Actually that's pretty good. Cheating already?"

Jimin lets out a huff, "Not yet."

The professor softly chuckles, "A+ L/n, A for Park. You're dismissed."

As soon as the professor walks away to go look at other projects, Jimin stands with Y/n and goes over to the door. "You're a stupid fucking Gryffindor, but thanks for the help with potions."

"You have a strange way of thanking people," she says, looking a bit puzzled.

He shrugs, "You get used to it. See you around L/n."

She nods, about to leave when someone walks in and bumps into her, pushing her to Jimin. He gasps and catches her, her back completely against his chest, his nose almost hitting the top of her head. "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there," the man apologizes, bowing rapidly.

"It's okay, I'm not hurt, are you?" she softly asks. He shakes his head, Y/n giving him a kind smile and stepping away from Jimin. Meanwhile Jimin's frozen there in shock. "It's alright, really." Jimin zones out while looking at the two who are constantly apologizing to each other. He can't help himself: he storms out. Not because of the man, or because of Y/n, but because of one thing. When she got pushed up against him he smelled her hair.

She smells like vanilla.