The Second Wizarding War was underfoot, with you and Jimin falling on opposite sides. This however, was not enough to stop the two of you from falling in love with each other over the course of your final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wiza...
The next time you interact with Park Jimin, it was because of what had happened in a Dark Arts lesson. You had honestly promised yourself to slip under the radar as much as possible, but there were just some things that you were not willing to compromise on: your morals, for one. The professor, Lee Seunghyun, had brought into the classroom a group of ten First Years on whom, he declared, you all would be practicing the Cruciatus Curse. You, knowing the ill effects that mispronounced and improperly casted spells could have, refused to utter the curse at all and stared at your First Year sullenly for the entire duration of the lesson, with your wand hanging from your right hand, as the child burst into uncontrollable and unstoppable tears in front of you. Professor Lee, being outraged by your act of defiance, said, with a dark scowl, that you would have a month of detention where the Unforgivable Curses would be practiced on you instead. He gave you the options of a month of detentions where he would use the Imperius Curse on you or a month with the Head Boy who would practice the Cruciatus Curse on you, which you had so valiantly refused to cast in class. Given the lecherous stares that Lee was sending your way, you knew you did not want to be placed under the Imperius Curse by him as that would allow him to control you like a puppet so you decided to take your chances instead with Jimin and the promise of torture.
On the unblessed Saturday that you had detention with Jimin, he stalked into the, otherwise, empty classroom at seven in the morning instantly throwing a venomous glare at you for ruining what would have otherwise been the first morning he could have slept in instead of having to run around the castle punishing students and being forced to keep them in line. "Y/L/N," he barked, "I see that you have refused to use the Cruciatus Curse in class. What exactly did you think we would be learning in that class?"
"I didn't know that we would be practicing on people," you muttered. Jimin gave you a look that suggested that he thought you were an idiot of the highest order. You were inclined to agree, after all it was the Lees who were teaching, was it not. "I thought it might have all just been us studying the theory and not practicing anything."
"Did you think, perhaps, that we were still getting taught by Choi Jonghoon?" Jimin laughed hollowly, "At best you could have hoped that you would be practicing on rodents or spiders and not humans. But as you can see, that is not the case."
You stared at Jimin in surprise, "I thought you were a fan of Choi. You were in the Inquisitorial Squad and I know what you did this summer." You wondered how Jimin could sleep at night after enduring trial after trial where Muggleborns were treated like vermin and stripped of their wands and Magical status as he stood by emotionlessly and was, all the while, transcribing the details of the cases in meticulous detail.
Jimin scoffed, "No one is a fan of that ugly toad. He pretends to be a Pureblood, related to the Kangs, and makes up lies about his father being a former member of the Wizengamot, as though my family has not worked at the Ministry for centuries. We know he has a Muggle mother and a Squib brother; her father used to scrub the floors at my grandfather's office. I got that internship because she cannot afford to make enemies of the Parks. There is no lost love between us."
"Are— are you going to be practicing the curse on me now?" you asked, kicking yourself in your head for sounding terrified.
Jimin stared at you; his dark brown eyes felt like they were piercing through your soul, "You are terrified of me."
"N— No, I am not," you protested half-heartedly.
He ignored you, "You are afraid of me and yet you chose to have detention with me. Why is that Y/L/N?" His eyes bore into yours as a thought about Lee Seunghyun being a disgusting piece of scum flitted across your mind. Jimin's face contorted with disgust as he said, "Never mind. I'll practice the Cruciatus Curse on you now."
You moved to the center of the room, standing there uncertainly as you shifted your weight from one foot to the next. Meanwhile, Jimin enchanted the desks and chairs to be pressed against the walls. Though you did not expect him to, he spelled a dozen cushions to appear out of thin air and pad the floor. "Y/L/N do you remember our fourth year Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" he mused.
You had forgotten that you had shared classes with the Slytherins that year, which had also been the year when the Triwizard Tournament had taken place. "What about it?"
"You will see," Jimin muttered before he pulled his wand out of his pocket and raised it in front of him, "Crucio!"
Immediately, the most excruciating pain you had ever experienced filled your body. You felt as though every single one of your bones was being splintered into a million shards. Your blood felt like it was on fire and like it was going to burn through your body and drip down to the floor before engulfing your seemingly melting body. You vaguely wondered if this must be what being in hell would feel like, if you were a Muggle who believed in a single superior deity, as you just wanted to die so that you no longer could feel the pain.
When you came back to your senses, you saw that Jimin was staring at you from where he was sitting cross-legged on top of a desk, his hand was on his cheek and he muttered, "You have a very low pain tolerance, Y/L/N, that will have to change."
You croaked; your vocal cords were abused from you screaming your lungs out when you had been under the spell, "Why will that have to change?"
He gave you another look to suggest that you were an idiot, "How will you survive Y/L/N if you cannot withstand the pain? You need to build your tolerance up. And then perhaps one day, you can make your mind strong enough to resist and convince yourself to throw off the spell."
"Why are you helping me?" you whispered.
He stared at you, "Am I helping you or am I telling you what you should have realized already? It is common sense, Y/L/N. There are a lot of times that you will be forced to endure things you do not wish to, but it is up to you to use those experiences to shape who you are. In any case, I highly doubt you will succeed since you were only under the spell for ten seconds, yet you screamed like the world was lit on fire. I find no harm in telling you anything; I highly doubt that you will be able to use the instruction I give you to your benefit."
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