HEXED ; got7 [HIATUS]

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Bambam didn't have friends.

He'd spent five years at Hogwarts and he was still by himself. He pretended like he didn't mind, and constantly tricked himself into thinking the same, but the truth was he did mind. Bambam wanted friends, he just didn't know how to make them.

Even his own housemates didn't want to be friends with him. They teased him constantly and blamed him for everything. He always sat alone, breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

And then there was this Kim guy. For five years, he had felt the boy's eyes staring holes into the back of his head. He hated the Hufflepuff. He knew for sure that the kid wasn't thinking good things about him.

Now, Bambam sat alone at lunch, pouring gravy over his potatoes as usual and hating life. Really, there was no point to it. As a Slytherin, he was destined for nothing but judgement, even when he graduated. Houses at Hogwarts were important, they were your life even, and they followed you until your death. You were always "Mark, the Ravenclaw" or "Jaebum, the Gryffindor", or "Youngjae, the Hufflepuff", or...

Bambam, the Slytherin.

The Sorting Hat has taken quite a long time deciding Bambam's house, and when the hat called out 'Slytherin!', Bambam felt his stomach fill with dread.

It was true though. Bambam was a Slytherin. He obviously didn't belong in any other house.

He picked up his fork, tiredly scooping up potatoes and letting them fall back on his plate. He glanced over at the Hufflepuff table when he heard a loud noise, and wasn't surprised to find it was only Youngjae, laughing at a joke Yugyeom had made.

God, Bambam hated Kim Yugyeom.

He turned back to his potatoes, furrowing his brows at his messy plate. He didn't feel like eating at all, so instead he pushed back on his chair and stood up, walking out of the large dining hall.

He wandered the halls aimlessly, playing with a string on the end of his robe. He could feel his wand in his pocket, poking into his leg, but he ignored it, continuing to walk. When he spotted the caretaker's cat, he turned into another hall, not wanting to get caught.

Bambam did a lot of wandering around the school.

He tried to spend as least time as possible in the Slytherin dorm, as his time there was always torturous. Slytherins were cruel, and they always ganged up on their smaller, weaker housemates. Therefore, it was better for Bambam to simply wander the halls than hang out in the dorm.

He knew every twist and turn of the ancient school. He knew every secret passageway, and there were a lot. He knew which paintings had doors hidden behind them. He knew where secret staircases led to the roof. He knew the caretaker's route almost as well as he knew his own.

Bambam had trouble sleeping, so he often spent the nights in the halls as well. He had been caught several times, but it didn't bother him too much, though it did grow his bad reputation.

Everyone at Hogwarts knew Bambam as "the Slytherin kid who was always getting into trouble". And it was true, for the most part. Most times Bambam didn't mean to get into trouble. And some times he didn't do anything, but received the blame anyway.

It was quite exhausting.

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It was night time, and Bambam slunk out of the Slytherin dorm's secret doorway, careful to be silent as he walked across the stone floor of the dungeons. He hated the Slytherin dorms for more reasons than his housemates. It was always cold and wet down there, as their dorm was under the lake. He had heard talk of the warmth and comfort of the other dorms, and wished more than anything he could stay a night in one of those.

He slowly climbed up the stairs, taking his time as always. His mind wandered as he walked, recalling memories. Soon, he was wandering the halls upstairs, silently creeping around the silent school.

He could tell he was nearing the kitchens by the delicious aroma that floated through the corridor. He sighed to himself, leaning against the wall casually and closing his eyes.

"...Bambam?"

He startled at the sound of his own name being called. At first, he thought it was the caretaker and prepared himself to be scolded. But then the figure emerged out of the shadows and Bambam recognized the tall frame and mop of black hair from his potions class.

"What are you doing out here, Hufflepuff?"

Yugyeom shuffled his feet, rubbing his arm with a hand. "I was just taking a walk."

Bambam rolled his eyes. "Right."

"What are you doing out here?"

Bambam swallowed and shifted uncomfortably. "I'm just...taking a walk too, I guess."

Yugyeom smiled softly and Bambam felt his heart beat a little harder. He had no idea why and he forced down the feelings.

"Why don't we walk together?"

a/n

i just spent forever looking at hp fanart