"Buckbeak! C'mere!" Jaemin's voice carried through the pumpkin patch, he let out a high pitched whistle sending birds scattering from the trees lining the edge of the forest.
The blonde grinned at Jisung over his shoulder, tucking his chin into his shoulder he made a cute kissy face and winked. A small noise of disbelief slipped past Jisung's parted lips, cheeks burning as hot as the sun — oh, Jaemin will definitely take advantage of this new-found information. Turning away the Slytherin trotted towards the rotting pumpkins, nose scrunching at the varying strengths of stench.
"God Buck, do you always have to make a mess?" With a frown Jaemin weaved his through the dark orange and greenish brown plants, Jisung hot on his tail.
Jisung stumbled along with the elder, his foot catching on a partially decayed pumpkin. Stepping to the side to stabilize himself, he slipped on a pile of rancid mush. The wet slide pulled a scared scream from Jisung, his back meeting a still good pumpkin — his weight cracked the orange plant apart, a bruise already forming along his spine. He groaned in pain, turning to the side, vision swimming from the force of impact. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, a wet cough left him at the horrid smell of rotten plant matter.
Jaemin's hands hauled him up, one hand on the formers waist to stabilize. The blonde brushed off the pumpkin matter from Jisung's body with gentle hands. "I probably should've held your hand."
"Then you would've fallen with me idiot." Jisung snarked, body aching with each word spoken. He held his clean hand to his temple, "My head is killing me."
Snorting at the others misfortune, the prefect wrapped an arm around the younger's shoulders, carefully leading him through the pumpkin patch. Loud cries came from the other side of Hagrid's hut — Buckbeak actually listened to Jaemin's call. What? How was that even possible?
The duo rounded the stone hut to see Buckbeak looking expectantly at the dead ferrets hanging on the side of the hut. His chain restricting him from reaching them, unhappy warbles rumbled from his throat. Jaemin smiled at the Hippogriff, unlatching from Jisung he hooked the string of dead ferrets over his shoulders. A barely-there grimace and scrunch of his nose showed how bad the dead ferrets smelled.
Jaemin tugged Jisung into a low bow with him eyes peering through his wild blonde fringe calculating Buckbeak reaction. The two slowly approached him still in their low bows, the Slytherin grinned when Buckbeak stepped forward hesitantly sniffing Jisung. The Hippogriff curiously nudged Jisung's head bowing in return — a sign he clearly trusted the younger. Once again Jisung's affinity to meld with the magical creatures amazed Jaemin, a wide goofy grin broke out on the blonde's face.
Ever-so-slowly the two men rose to their full height, excitement and nervousness buzzing beneath their skin. Jaemin unhooked one of the ferrets and tossed it to Buckbeak, the Hippogriff quickly ate it. When Jaemin met Jisung's eyes he could feel the glitter and twinkle of his energy bursting at the seams behind his whiskey-colored eyes. Harsh edges refined by years of study and observation led Jaemin's eyes to be full of love and wonder.
His gaze soft and gentle against Jisung's face, the latter felt his breath whoosh out of him at the sight. Unruly blonde hair, crooked grin, bright shining eyes and encouraging words — he didn't need magic to be magical in Jisung's eyes, he sparkles with his open and welcoming personality.
Crap. He's whipped.
"Go ahead and approach Beaky, he won't bite now that we've bowed to each other." He carefully guided the younger closer, gently shooing him when the younger dug his heels in the ground.
Jisung sent a sharp glare at Jaemin, eyes narrowing at the mischievous glint in the latter's iris'. Reaching a hesitant hand out the young Gryffindor wrangled in the warning bells to run away — he has to be brave, he has to prove he was meant to be placed in the house of bravery. Willing his heart to calm and steady from its irregular racing beat, Jisung exhaled a shaky breath.
Steadying his hand the brunette stepped forward, sight focused on Buckbeak's reactions. To both of the human's surprise the Hippogriff trotted closer nudging its roughened beak into the palm of Jisung's hand. A startled laugh bubbled from his throat, heart squeezing and stuttering before continuing its shaky pace.
"Hey buddy. You're pretty sweet aren't you." Jaemin's heart practically melted in his chest at the gentle tone dancing through Jisung's voice. The Hippogriff warbled deep in it's throat, beak nipping at his fingers.
Buckbeak nudged through both of Jisung's hands, his beak nuzzling into the young man's neck. The seemingly smooth surface of the beak was notched by years of living, sections of it rough to the touch. Turning towards the man standing behind him, Jisung gestures for a dead ferret to give to his new friend.
Breath catching in the back of his throat Jaemin stared on at the glorious sight before him. Clear blue skies crystallized behind the brunette, the gentle currents of wind brushing past them ruffling the younger's hair like an affectionate sibling would. Deep brown eyes warmed beneath the suns gaze, the light seeming to dance across his tan skin with each push of wind. A smile so pure and precious — something genuine behind the revealed teeth and gums, nose scrunching in delight, his mouth curved into the shape of a heart. Soft delicate hands reaching for his own roughened one.
His long gray robe swished around his lithe stature, gleams of blood red and gold emblazoned along his necktie and sweater vest — a style of fashion ridiculous for a school of magic users. Buckbeak peering over the brunettes shoulder appeared as a guardian of the human. It's big eyes swift and calculating of each movement as if daring the blonde to harm Jisung. The wind ruffled his mismatched white, grey and black feathers.
The sheer aura of layered charisma pulled from the depths of Jisung's shy and cold demeanor, his stilted and icy approach thawing and transforming into molten kindness. His heart barred to the world, determination and warmth dripping from his being. The sight so rawly exposed to him caused Jaemin to step back in an attempt to catch his breath.
Shaking his head, the older attempted to rid himself of the revelation branded to the insides of his eyelids. "Here." Gingerly unhooking the ferret he passed it to his companion who hand fed the Hippogriff like it was nothing.
Warm tingles ran up his spine, curling its coaxing fingers against his mind dipping him into a comfortable haze. Jisung brought him a sense of peace in his constant daily chaos between magical creatures and judgement magic wielders — people he was certain he'd be able to defeat. The brown haired, brown eyes man standing before him brought him the calm and comfort of, well, home.
Perhaps there is more to their friendship than he previously thought.
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I finished writing this half asleep, I apologize. Thank you for reading and sticking with this baby! I greatly appreciate it!
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Fanfiction⌈n.jm + p.js⌋ NCT Hogwarts!au "What the hell was that for?!" "Stop being such an over pretentious asshole." Jaemin finally returns from his three year long trip to find out a Gryffindor boy has joined his group of friends. Short story Started: Novem...
