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...
It was November when you and Jimin crossed paths again. You had been, once again, on the hunt for the perfect location on the school grounds where you could seek solace and hide from the horrid conditions that had befallen on the inhabitants of the castle. You knew that Quidditch had been banned and thought that this would mean that the Quidditch pitch would be deserted and unkempt since it was no longer being maintained regularly.
The weather on that November day was a little chilly and you decided to seek refuge in the commentator box from the harsh and biting winds. When you had finally reached the top of the steps and swung open the worn-down wooden door to the little office, you found that it was already occupied. The Slytherin Head Boy that you were becoming too well acquainted with, despite your best efforts, was crouched on the messily nailed wooden beams that made up the floor to the office. His nose, red from the cold, was almost pressed against the glass wall he was looking into, out at the Quidditch pitch. His silvery gray hair was a windswept mess on top of his head, and he was bundled into a thick winter coat in Slytherin green, his Head Boy badge was pinned to his chest, and a well-used and well-loved Firebolt laid next to his booted feet.
"Sorry," you muttered when he looked up at your intrusion, a sharp blast of wind entering the room notifying him of your entry. "I did not think that anyone would be here right now."
Jimin straightened up and brushed off the dirt and dust from his charcoal gray pant legs. "Were you, too, looking for some place to seek solace?" he asked, not unkindly.
"These days I don't feel welcome anywhere in the castle," you admitted, "I had hoped to find some place that I could be alone for a bit and seek respite."
"It has been hard," Jimin agreed, "And you feel so entirely alone in the world. You don't see a point of continuing to move forward."
At that you turned your head sharply to face Jimin and gaze into his eyes, searching for you don't know what, in his expression. You had not thought that Jimin could have also been having a hard time. He was a Pureblooded Slytherin was he not? His parents were even rumored to have Pureblood fanatical inclinations although they had never been tried for being Death Eaters themselves. The people who shared the same beliefs and principles with him were the ones that were in power.
But then you thought of the Jimin who had taught you, though unwillingly, how to throw off the Cruciatus Curse and to make the most of your punishment instead of treating you like you were less than human and just torturing you mercilessly for the hell of it. You thought of the Jimin who had helped you free those students. Perhaps there was more to Park Jimin after all: more to the Head Boy than the mask that he had chosen to don for all of the castle to see.
"It would be a shame if we had to give this place up," you replied looking around the tiny mostly wooden and glass room, "I am content with sharing this place with you Park, for us to escape to when we have nowhere else to go."
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