Purple Is Just A Color|| vkook

2~ "Purple is a damn color"

Purple POV

"Aguamenti."
Good thing I am already awake or I wouldn't have heard the spell which was cast on me. 
I also wouldn't have had my wand ready and I wouldn't have had a spell cast on myself to reflect the water. 
I laugh, still a little bit sleepy. 
"I knew it!" 
I open my eyes and see a completely soaked Eliza standing above me. 
"Oh you're wet, how unfortunate. You can go into the bathroom first if you want." I smile at her. 
She scoffs, then turns around and walks into the bathroom and a few seconds later I hear a shriek leave her mouth. 
She must have found the spider in the shower.
I grin and shout: “Oh Eliza, do you want to kill it? Please?” 
I hear a groan coming from the bathroom, then water running. 
“Thank you!!” 
I lay down in my bed again, just to catch a couple more minutes of relaxation before I have to get up and get ready for our first school day.

-

We enter the Arithmancy classroom as the first ones, of course I had forced them to rush here so at least I could catch a seat at the very front.
I would never want to miss anything, especially not in this class that I love so much.
I sit down in the first row, right next to Eliza and Lisa settles down behind us and I immediately put all my stuff on the table, neatly organized next to each other.
My books, feather and ink are perfectly aligned and I happily turn to Eliza to chat before class starts, also watching the door to see who else would join us in this class.
There are people of all houses coming in and sitting down and I think, judging from my point of view, this can become a fun class without any great disruptions and I am already turning back to look at the front when I see him.
Great.
Amazing.
It’s the blonde boy from yesterday, Taehyung, and stepping into the classroom causes the same effect as into the Great Hall, everybody turns and stares at him, talking quietly.
I roll my eyes and turn back to the front with a groan, mumbling “Well, now that he is here this class is gonna be disrupted all of the time…”

-

I quickly pack my stuff and stand up to get to my next class in time and rush towards the door but the new boy, Taehyung, is standing there, mild curiosity in his gaze as he stares down to me, his head leaned to the side and his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Get out of my way new boy“ I scowl at him, no time and nerves to deal with his stupid cockiness right now.
“Why would I?“ He responds and oh, I can hear that he doesn’t care. 
How damn annoying.
“Because I want to get to my next class, duh!? And why would you be so obnoxious?” 
I say, furious, while trying to squeeze past him but his wide frame just blocks most of the doorway.
“Why are you so annoying?”
I scoff.
“I'm not. Just let me get out! I am a prefect, so better move so I won’t be late for Transfiguration.”
“I literally arrived yesterday, it might have slipped my mind why prefects are important, don‘t you overestimate yourself.“
Asshole.
“Tsk. FYI, I am Purple and you better get out of my way right now.“
“You look pretty damn white to me. Purple is just a damn color, not a name, get off the throne princess, you aren’t that special.” he lazily speaks, a soft smile on his lips and his eyes give away how much he is enjoying this, pure mockery in his face.
His words fill me with an indescribable rage and I would love to curse him to hell and back but that wouldn’t look too good as the prefect of my house and a responsible Hogwarts student.
I shouldn’t be thinking like this at all, why does he even make me so angry? What is his damn issue?
So I decide to just shove him and finally leave the classroom, walking off to the right to get to Transfiguration in time but after only a few seconds I can hear footsteps behind me that fastly catch up and I really can’t believe it.
“Hey princess, where are you rushing?”
“Don’t call me that!” I snap, “And again, it’s Transfig- HEY! Is that a cigarette?”
“Yes, princess, it is, do you need glasses to see me up here huh?”
That idiot actually has the audacity to pull out a packet of Marlboro Red right in front of me and light it with a metallic lighter from one of his other pockets.
He sticks it between his lips and almost goes cross-eyed while lighting the cigarette.
Since I don’t respond to his last comment he grins after he takes his first deep pull and blows the smoke out fastly.
“Not such a smartass anymore huh?”
He is making me so furious! Nothing I say seems to affect him so I try and snatch the cigarette from him but with a simple step to the side he can avoid me, tall bastard!
My rather pathetic attempt makes him chuckle deeply, his laughter even deeper than his voice and his lips curve upwards to reveal his perfect teeth in a cocky smile.
“Ohhh shortie, what are you gonna do now? A smartass and a shortie, how do people find you intimidating enough to not give you attitude? Smartie…”
He walks faster and I huff, trying my hardest to keep up with my considerably shorter legs.
“Don’t rush me like this princess or I can’t finish smoking before class.”
“Then stop the hell walking!”
And to my surprise he does so, rather abruptly, and I almost run into him but can move around him and this way I just stand before him, looking up to his stupid, smug face, the cigarette still dangling from his pink lips, his hands in his pockets.
For a second, I consider trying to take the cigarette from him again but my chances are low because he is so goddamn tall.
“15 points from Slytherin for smoking on the grounds.” 
Shall he die from painful lung cancer!
But… he is laughing at me?
The cigarette tight between his teeth, he slightly leans back on his heels, his lips pulled back into a boxy shape while his deep and full giggles fill the air.
I just put a house penalty on him and he is not a bit concerned? Affected? Mad?
I can’t help but stare at him, not understanding how he can be so damn carefree.
But before I can think about this longer, he takes another deep breath, the cigarette between his long fingers and he leans down to me and blows the irritating smoke right in my face, his smile gone and his eyes cold.
“Take one of your notebooks and document it princess, in case you didn’t figure this out with your oh-so-smart brain yet: I don’t give a single fuck, I am just here because I have to. So let me smoke in peace and I’ll see you in class since you have Transfiguration too hmm?”
He points towards the row of doors behind me with his half-smoked cigarette.
“See you in..” he looks at the stick in his hand, estimating the time it will cost him to finish smoking it, “..two and a half minutes princess. Bye.”
He turns around without another word and walks towards one of the tall windows on the other side of the hallway.
I am stunned and stare at him, how unflattered he looks down on the grounds, smoking away without a single care in the world.
He turns his head towards me, another smirk of his on his lips.
“I know I look good but staring is an impolite thing to do princess.”
“I am not staring at you, ugly troll! And next time it’s gonna be 20 points!”
I turn away and finally enter my classroom, a slight blush on my cheeks and ignoring his joyful “Still don’t care princess!”
I hadn’t been staring!

-

Needless to say, the second hour was horribly long because of his mere presence in the room and I can absolutely not stand hearing his snickers from the back of the room.
How will I be able to endure Mondays if he is all over my schedule?

-

Even more needless to say is how absolutely and entirely distressed I am after slowly discovering how many classes I actually share with the tall blonde that I decided to hate because why not.
He is ignorant, disturbing, a distraction to effective learning and just annoying as fuck!
How am I going to get through this year without a mental breakdown?

Oh if I had only known….