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Jack Johnson and the Fuckboy

Ship: Jolinsky b/c I've been Jolinsky af lately

Summary: Where Jack Gilinsky, a big and burly Slytherin, has a crush on a tiny, bespectacled Ravenclaw boy named Jack Johnson.

Note: If you haven't read the Harry Potter books, a lot of this is going to go straight over your head and you'll probably be confused, so I suggest you don't read it if you haven't picked up a Harry Potter book, watched a movie, or even played the video games in your life. If you do decide to read it anyways, don't ask any questions about anything magic related that's going on because there's too much too explain. You've been warned.

JJ's POV

"I hate this." I whisper to myself, steadying my grip on my birchwood wand and pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose with my free hand.

I love school, but I hate the rules. They've collapsed all of our classes with Slytherin since most of them came down with Scrofungulus, which is really contagious so they're taking refuge in the hospital wing as not to infect the healthy Slytherin or anyone else.

I usually liked transfiguration class but Professor McGonagall stuck me in the back with all of the bad Slytherin kids who never paid attention. They would all, for sure, fail their Ordinary Wizarding Levels.

I held up the cup I was suppose to transfigure.

"Geminio." I whispered the incantation. My cup heated up and I quickly placed it on the table. It's split into two identical cups. I smiled slightly.

"Good work, Mr. Johnson." Professor McGonagall praised. Everyone looked back at me. "It seems you're the first one to get the hang of it." I feel my cheeks flush with heat as I stare down at my cups. "Five points to Ravenclaw." She added happily.

I was so embarrassed. I hate when that happens. I hate it when teachers call my name and people stare at me. I nodded at nothing trying to signal that that was enough.

Could this class just end? I really want lunch to come so I could eat with professor Trelawney. I freaking love professor Trelawney. She's such a tortured spirit. I feel bad that the other teachers and students don't take her seriously.

I whisper the Gemino curse again to turn my two cups into three, then my three cups into four.

"Wow, you're really good at that." I almost jump out of my robes when a tall, tanned boy with feathery black hair and green trim on his robes speaks to me. "Merlin, I didn't mean to scare you." He says sounding apologetic.

I could tell he wasn't a mudblood like I was when he used the term, Merlin, which was probably a substitute for oh my god in the Wizarding world. He probably had an amazingly large family full of wizards that could be traced back to beginning of our kind. I could tell from the way he presented himself in front of me that he was a pureblood, but didn't seem remotely cocky about it.

"It's okay. I'm easily scared. It's not your fault." I reply quietly. He smiles at me.

Although a small portion of it was revealed I could tell that he had big white teeth. I wish my teeth could be that pretty.

"I'm having a little trouble. Actually, a lot of trouble. I was wondering if you  could help me with this spell." He suggests.