Forget Me Not

Chapter Three

Another rough night, Jimin thought to himself as he strolled by the courtyard, yawning in the process. He hadn't slept well, not last night. Kept waking up only to fall back asleep, then to wake up again. A frustrating cycle,- like a never ending Ferris wheel from hell.

He had been into Hozier for the past few months, so that's what he listened to. Sedated, specifically, the song played into his old and busted up headphones. Not one of the well known ones, but a jam nonetheless. The lyrics and drums covered the voices to the best of their ability, but alas, the left side didn't work. And the voices sept in anyways.

{'but a jam nonetheless', fucking got me. I love how we write like we text, it's so fucking horrible that I can't help but love it.-Z}

Everyone always had something to say about Jimin whenever he passed by, headphones in ears and smile on his face. The 'Didn't his mom go to Azkaban?" "-No, she was a Hufflepuff, haven't you seen how old his robes are? I heard it was his dad who is in the brig- not his mom." or the "He's a little weird, don't you think? Always smiling like he is?" He was used to it all. It didn't hurt any less than all the times before, but he was at least used to it. Just like he was used to the patronizing Gryffindor's who tripped him "on accident" when he would walk by. Just like he was used to the Ravenclaws who would laugh at him in class when they saw one of his bad grades. Just like he was used to the Slytherins yelling at him from across the courtyard. Just like he was used to the looks his own house gave him after a rough night of sleep.

It didn't hurt any less than all the times before, but at least he was used to it.

So he just smiled a little more and kept walking to the greenhouse for lunch,- which for Jimin meant the sandwich he made earlier that morning, some treats for Sammy, some light reading, and watering the plants. A good little bit of time for himself.

He moved closer to the wall as a shadow approached him. It was routine by now, walk, step aside, let the person pass, move back into place. No one let him go first, got out of his way. That was his job. So as the lyrics played loudly in his right ear, a person moved towards him on his left. Figure covering his height wise,- and width wise, probably appearance wise as well. Jimin was rather frail. He only hoped that this person had the human decency to hold off their comments until after they passed him. But even that was asking too much.

Suddenly though a hand moved towards his face, a movement too sudden for Jimin to have the time to react, and his earbud was being tugged away. It dropped to his side. The voices stopped, rumors dying on their tongues as they realized that he would be able to hear them, despite having had that ability for years. His head snapped around- an apology bubbling up in his throat to make this person satisfied for whatever it might have been that he had done, but it faded when his eyes landed on the stoic features and soft blonde hair of Min Yoongi.

Top of his class, pureblood, headboy, Min Yoongi. With dark circles under his eyes, silent emotions and a well known Hogwarts history. The first second year captain of a quidditch team, amazing in dark arts, potions, charms- seemingly even excelling in the muggle classes that had recently been added for real world reasons. Such as trigonometry and English. Not to forget, Jimin notes, Yoongi's also his rather attractive muggle arts partner.

Slytherin, Min Yoongi, the dark part of his brain added, out for something. That's what the dreams told him- that the Slytherins were the ones most likely to turn.

"Park." He grunted- seemingly uninterested in Jimin's existence despite being the one to enact this moment. Yoongi was nothing like his friends, save for Jungkook, but even the rather ignorant fifth year spoke more than a word at a time.