heehoon smut-shots

heehoon ¡ harry potter au

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★Top Heeseung; Bottom Sunghoon¡
★7701 words¡

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Sunghoon sat on a weathered stone bench near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the towering trees casting dappled shadows across the grounds.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, bathing the Hogwarts courtyard in a golden light.

Sunghoon's wand was gripped loosely in his hand as he concentrated on a simple levitation spell, his brow furrowed in determination.

The delicate feathers of a quill hovered a few inches above the ground, wobbling slightly in the air.

As he focused, Sunghoon's usual confident demeanor softened, revealing the quiet determination beneath.

For a Gryffindor, he had a calmness about him, a gentleness that contrasted with the fierce bravery his house was known for.

He was lost in his own world, the stress of classes and Quidditch practice fading into the background as he practiced his magic.

But his peace was short-lived.

A sharp voice pierced the tranquility. "Look at this, the Gryffindor pretty boy, all alone. What’s the matter, Sunghoon? Scared to show your pathetic magic in front of everyone?"

Sunghoon’s concentration broke, and the quill dropped to the ground with a soft thud.

He turned to see who it was, only to find a group of Slytherins approaching him with sneers plastered on their faces.

Their leader, a tall, burly boy named Derrick, stepped forward, his wand twirling between his fingers.

“Practicing first-year spells, are we? No wonder Gryffindor’s losing this year.”
Derrick taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

The others laughed, forming a loose circle around Sunghoon.

Sunghoon didn’t flinch.

He had faced worse, both on the Quidditch pitch and in duels.

But as he straightened his back and prepared to defend himself, a sudden rush of anger flared within him.

Anger not just at Derrick, but at the unfairness of it all.

Why was he always the target?

Was it because he was different, quieter than the others?

Because he didn’t care for the petty rivalries that so often consumed the students of Hogwarts?

Derrick raised his wand, a cruel spell on the tip of his tongue.

Before he could utter a word, however, a voice cut through the air, cold and sharp as a knife.

“Back off, Derrick.”

The group turned as one, surprised to see Heeseung standing there, his green and silver tie marking him as one of their own.

Heeseung’s eyes were dark with fury, his usually composed expression twisted with barely contained rage.

Derrick hesitated, confusion flickering across his face.
“Heeseung? What are you-?”

“I said, back off.”
Heeseung repeated, stepping closer.

There was an authority in his voice that Derrick had never heard before.

Heeseung was usually the one leading the taunts, the one pushing Sunghoon’s buttons just to see him flinch.

But today, there was something different, something dangerous in his stance.