Those Magical Moments Part 2
Title: Those Magical Moments
Pairing: HyukHae
Part 2
Rating: PG
Genre: romance, fluff
Disclaimer: they own me
Warning: language
Summary: Harry Potter AU. Dating Donghae is by no means easy, but there are moments that make everything worth it.
A/N: Sequel to Love Sex Magic and Trouble in Paradise
5. It was a wonderful day for Hyukjae thus far, spent lazing around on his bed with Donghae as the latter finished up some last minute reading for class.
“Want a chocoball?” asked Donghae, offering Hyukjae a sweet.
“No thanks,” Hyukjae declined. As much as he liked the confection with its strawberry mousse and clotted cream filling, it was after dinner and he didn’t feel like eating anymore.
“More for me then,” cheered Donghae, tossing two in his mouth at once.
“Don’t eat too much,” Hyukjae warned. “You’ll get a stomachache when you go to bed.” When Donghae didn’t answer, Hyukjae looked up. “Donghae?”
Donghae was staring off into space with a strange, unfocused expression on his face. “Yeah?”
Hyukjae sat up straight, worried. “Are you okay? You’re really pale!” He brought a hand up to Donghae’s forehead, only to have it slapped away.
“Hyukjae, I’m in love,” Donghae confessed dreamily.
“What?!” shouted Hyukjae, startled by the sudden declaration.
“I’m in love,” Donghae said with more conviction, and leapt off Hyukjae’s bed. “I’m in love!” Without another word, Donghae ran out of the room.
“Donghae, wait!” yelled Hyukjae, scrambling off the bed and giving chase.
Donghae was a fast runner, and by the time they reached his apparent destination, Hyukjae was completely out of breath. But when he saw the Slytherin portrait closing, he managed to force himself into a sprint and dive into the common room not a moment too soon.
Catching his breath, Hyukjae looked up in time to see Donghae run up to a smug Heechul and plant a big kiss on his smirking lips. Feeling like his world just imploded, exploded, spontaneously combusted, and went kablooey all at once, Hyukjae simply gawked as Heechul returned the kiss with tongue and all.
“What the heck is going on?” squawked Hyukjae once he regained use of his voice.
Heechul pulled away from Donghae to sneer at Hyukjae. “The ugly one is here. Sit down. I’ve been meaning to have a talk with you.”
Hyukjae lowered himself cautiously into an armchair as Heechul sat on the leather couch opposite of him. Donghae plopped down next to Heechul and cuddled into his side, purring contentedly when the older put an arm around him.
“You poisoned him,” said Hyukjae accusingly when Donghae laid his head on Heechul’s shoulder and started nuzzling his neck.
“Nonsense,” snorted Heechul dismissively. “I would never poison him. If anything, it’s you I should be poisoning. This-” Heechul caressed Donghae’s cheek, “-is but a simple love potion, that’s all.”
Hyukjae fought down his burning jealousy as Donghae leaned into Heechul’s touch, sappy smile on his face. “Do you hate me?” he asked instead.
“Naturally,” was the all too cheery response. “To bits.”
“Why?”
Heechul glanced at Donghae. “Get hyung some spiced pumpkin juice and hyung will give you another kiss.” Donghae nodded eagerly and skipped out of the room, practically radiating rainbows and unicorns. Heechul turned back to a silently fuming Hyukjae.
“Now where were we…Oh yes. What’s there not to hate?” Heechul ticked off his fingers. “You’re ugly even though Sungmin did make you look slightly better. You’re entirely too scrawny to be on this plane of existence. Your table manners are atrocious. You smell funny. You’re not very bright. You have no outstanding qualities to speak of. Need I go on?”
“I think I got the gist of it, thanks,” Hyukjae managed.
“In other words, you’re nowhere good enough for Donghae,” Heechul persisted anyways, eyes flashing dangerously. “And you haven’t done shit to prove otherwise. So, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Sorry?” offered Hyukjae.
Heechul rolled his eyes. “Pitiful. You’re so pitiful that I wish I could squash you like a bug.”
“This conversation is turning out to be very detrimental to my self-esteem,” Hyukjae muttered under his breath.
“But despite the fact that you have no redeeming qualities whatsoever,” Heechul continued. “Donghae still likes you.” Heechul shook his head in disappointment. “That boy has no taste. Therefore…” Heechul gave Hyukjae a piercing stare. “Because Donghae has downgraded himself to be with the likes of you, I expect you to make him nothing less than the happiest person in the world. Got that?”
Hyukjae blinked, surprised by the words. “Oh, um, y-yes, of course.”
“That does not, of course, mean that I approve of you or even like you. You’re still a pathetic excuse for a human being. And I will not hesitate to have you removed from the picture permanently if anything happens. Don’t you ever forget that.”
Right as Heechul finished the sentence, the portrait door was flung open, and Donghae flew into the room crying, “Hyukjae! Are you still alive?”
Heechul leaned back in his seat, satisfied. “I’m so glad we had this talk, Hyukjae,” he said, insincerity oozing from his voice. Turning to Donghae, he said, “I see the love potion has worn off. Do you still want a kiss?”
“Hyung!” Donghae protested, face pinking slightly.
The corners of Heechul’s lips quirked up. “The both of you are dismissed,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Shoo.”
-
“I’m glad hyung didn’t do anything to you,” Donghae sighed. “I was worried because I caught him making a list of the most painful ways to die at Hogwarts last night.” Donghae laughed a little, clearly embarrassed. “And I’m sorry about the kiss.”
“He seemed pretty into the kiss,” said Hyukjae dubiously, hand unconsciously tightening around Donghae’s slightly.
“Ah, Heechul-hyung kisses everybody like that. Don’t worry,” Donghae waggled his eyebrows at Hyukjae conspiratorially. “Don’t tell hyung I said this, but hyung actually is interested in that exchange student from Durmstrang; you know, the one with the really cute accent.”
“Hmm,” hummed Hyukjae, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the palm of Donghae’s hand. “Donghae?”
“Yeah?”
Hyukjae stopped drawing to look intensely into Donghae’s questioning eyes. “Do I make you happy?”
Donghae scoffed. “That’s a stupid question.” Lips curling up into a tender smile, he squeezed Hyukjae’s hand reassuringly and answered, “Of course you do, Hyukjae. You make me feel like I’m the smartest, handsomest, most special person in the world. And that’s more than enough for me.” Hyukjae smiled back at Donghae, feeling like his heart was going to explode from happiness.
“Of course, I am the smartest, handsomest, most special person in the world, so that makes your job pretty easy, huh?”
“Way to ruin the mood, stupid.”
6. Hyukjae had been looking forward to this day for the past month.
He had a perfect date with Donghae planned for this visit to Hogsmeade. First, they would go to Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop and talk over warm drinks (or play footsies under the table). From there, they’d make a quick jaunt to Honeydukes where Donghae would say sappy things to Hyukjae like how he was sweeter than toffee (Hyukjae secretly enjoyed being fawned over like that from time to time). And to end the perfect date, they’d walk hand in hand down the snowy street. It was going to be great.
At least, that was what Hyukjae thought until Donghae showed up at their designated meeting place with the Henry kid in tow.
“What’s Henry the Second doing here?” asked Hyukjae with a slight frown, fantasies of their perfect date shattering.
“I can go away if you want, Dads,” said Henry quickly, looking a bit too eager to leave. Henry had long accepted that he would always have “the Second” tagged onto the end of his name along with the fact that he was now their son (he didn’t mind too much; having EunHae as his dads had many advantages).
“No, no,” insisted Donghae, not releasing his death grip on Henry’s arm. Linking Hyukjae’s arm with his free one, Donghae dragged them both towards Hogsmeade. “It’s been too long since we’ve had any sort of family bonding. This is a great opportunity to work on our family relations.”
Hyukjae sighed. He supposed it’d be fine if it was just the Henry kid. They could tie him to a post outside when they got to Madam Puddifoot’s and maybe leave him a bowl of warm milk until they came back.
Except it wasn’t just the Henry kid.
On their way to Hogsmeade, they met up with a leggy exchange student from Beauxbaton that Henry knew. The Beauxbaton boy, Zhou Mi, was with Kyuhyun and Sungmin, so in the blink of an eye, their group doubled in number. But it didn’t stop there.
When they reached the village, they met up with Heechul, who decided to come along to “make sure the ugly one didn’t try to do anything funny.” He was accompanied by the Durmstrang student Donghae had mentioned (Hangeng, was it?), who was chatting in turn with Jungsu, the Head Boy from Hufflepuff, who was on a date with Youngwoon, who picked up Donghee along the way, who invited Hufflepuff’s poster boy Siwon to come with, who was in conversation with a thin Hufflepuff with high cheekbones, who was with his Ravenclaw boyfriend, who, to Hyukjae’s great relief, did not bring anyone else.
They all poured into the Three Broomsticks as it was the only place that could host an entire party that big. Cramming into a table that was probably meant for a group half their size, everyone yelled out their orders, creating general chaos until Jungsu, Head Boy leadership skills kicking in, went around to get everyone’s individual order.
Hyukjae, squished between Jungsu and Donghee and a whole table across from Donghae, was not too pleased by this sudden turn of events.
“I actually had a date planned,” Hyukjae yelled to Donghae over the din. “Just you and me. Very romantic. You would’ve really liked it.”
“What was that?” Donghae shouted back. “I can’t hear you!”
“A date! You and me! Romantic!” Hyukjae yelled louder. Donghae shook his head and pointed at his ears, indicating that he still could not hear. Hyukjae gave up and sat back in his seat.
When everyone’s drinks arrived, the noise did not mitigate; in fact, it got even louder.
“Bottoms up, everybody!” shouted Youngwoon. Throwing his head back, he chugged down his entire drink in one gulp, setting down his tankard with a thunk. “Another one, please!”
“Youngwoon, you will not get drunk!” Jungsu said disapprovingly.
“Is it possible to get drunk on butterbeer?” asked the Ravenclaw.
“Sad to say, Jongwoon, but at the rate Youngwoon drinks, it’s very much possible,” said Jungsu grimly.
“Believe it or not, fur hats are very popular where I’m from,” Hangeng explained.
Zhou Mi wrinkled his nose. “Fur hats are a passé. If anyone wore them where I’m from, they’d be ridiculed.”
“Donghee-hyung,” said Siwon sincerely. “You were great at the last Quidditch match.”
“Youngwoon and I make quite a team of Beaters, eh?” roared Donghee, thumping Siwon’s back enthusiastically.
“I’m worried I won’t get a good enough mark on my O.W.L.s to get into N.E.W.T. level classes,” Ryeowook said worriedly. “See, I need to take those classes in order to become a Hit Wizard.”
Kyuhyun snorted into his butterbeer. “You? A Hit Wizard?” he asked skeptically, looking at his fellow fifth year’s slight frame.
Ryeowook stared at Kyuhyun expressionlessly before breaking out into a sweet smile that sent shivers up and down Kyuhyun’s spine. “Yes. Me, a Hit Wizard.”
“Come on, kid!” yelled Heechul, shoving a tankard of what looked suspiciously like firewhiskey in Henry’s direction. “Drink it!”
“But I’m only fourteen!” squeaked Henry.
“Stop corrupting my son, hyung!” Donghae protested, throwing his arms around Henry protectively.
Hyukjae sipped his butterbeer in sullen silence, wondering when this torture would be over so he could be alone with Donghae. Just as he was considering putting his head down to rid himself of a persisting headache, Heechul thumped the table with the palm of his hand loudly.
“I have a proposition,” he announced once everyone fell silent. “Let’s form a club, all of us. Called, let’s say, Chocoball.”
“Heechul, that’s lame,” said Hangeng cynically. “Any club with a name like that is bound to be a failure.”
“Shut up, foreigner,” said Heechul, and Hangeng rolled his eyes at him.
“How about Super Junior?” Henry piped up. “I think it has a nice ring to it.”
“Kid, nothing about us is ‘junior,’” Youngwoon snorted. This statement was met by loud noises and catcalls of agreement. Hyukjae cracked a smile at this, unable to keep his sour mood, especially not when Donghae glanced at him from across the table and gave him a suggestive wink.
“I don’t think it matters what we’re called,” Jungsu spoke up suddenly. Everyone turned to look at Hufflepuff’s Head Boy. He beamed affectionately at each of them. “As long as we’re all together, we can be happy like this.”
There was a long silence as everyone exchanged looks.
“That’s lame,” Kyuhyun declared. “Let’s have a name.” Jungsu’s face fell as everyone nodded in agreement.
-
Two hours later, there still was no consensus as to the name of their spontaneously formed group. As the others bickered back and forth on the way back to Hogwarts, Donghae and Hyukjae fell slightly back from the group.
“Did you have fun?” Donghae inquired, giving Hyukjae’s hand a slight squeeze.
“It was certainly an interesting experience,” Hyukjae consented.
“Ah,” sighed Donghae. “I feel so happy.” Letting go of Hyukjae’s hand, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to the group ahead of them, “I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!”
There were choruses of “I love you too,” and even though Hyukjae could hear Heechul say, “Not the ugly one, though. I hate his guts,” he didn’t mind one bit. Not when Donghae turned back to him with a blinding smile to say, “But you’re my favorite person in the world, Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae felt his cheeks grow warmer, and he was tongue-tied, at a loss of what to say to the adoring statement. Luckily, Donghae saved him the trouble of thinking of a reply.
“Actually, you can’t be my favorite person,” Donghae amended with a slight frown. “Heechul-hyung wouldn’t be happy with that. And Sungmin-hyung is really good to me. And I can’t forget about our son, Henry the Second. And my parents. Huh, guess that makes you my sixth favorite person.”
Hyukjae felt considerably less warm and fluffy inside then. Trudging back to Hogwarts grumpily, he listened to Donghae rattle off a list of loved ones, dismayed as his standing on Donghae’s Favorite People list dropped exponentially lower and lower.
7. “Hyukjae!”
Hyukjae turned to see Donghae barreling down the hallway towards him at full speed, crowd hastily parting for him. Eyes widening, Hyukjae immediately dropped everything he was holding and held out his arms, not a moment too soon because Donghae launched himself at Hyukjae.
Hyukjae reflexively caught the other boy in his arms as Donghae’s legs wrapped around Hyukjae’s waist. Before Hyukjae could react, Donghae kissed Hyukjae breathless.
“What was that for?” panted Hyukjae when they parted, acutely aware that more than a few of the other students were gawking.
Donghae’s eyes sparkled with so much emotion that Hyukjae’s stomach did funny little flip flops. “No reason,” said Donghae casually, reaching up to brush Hyukjae’s fringe out of his eyes. “I just wanted to do that.”
Hyukjae chuckled, leaning forward so that their foreheads touched, suddenly not minding the stares they were receiving. “You should do that more often,” he whispered, relishing the heat of Donghae’s body pressed against his own.
“Hmm,” Donghae hummed with a mischievous smirk, cupping Hyukjae’s jaw and pulling him in for another kiss. “Will do.”
Pairing: HyukHae
Part 2
Rating: PG
Genre: romance, fluff
Disclaimer: they own me
Warning: language
Summary: Harry Potter AU. Dating Donghae is by no means easy, but there are moments that make everything worth it.
A/N: Sequel to Love Sex Magic and Trouble in Paradise
5. It was a wonderful day for Hyukjae thus far, spent lazing around on his bed with Donghae as the latter finished up some last minute reading for class.
“Want a chocoball?” asked Donghae, offering Hyukjae a sweet.
“No thanks,” Hyukjae declined. As much as he liked the confection with its strawberry mousse and clotted cream filling, it was after dinner and he didn’t feel like eating anymore.
“More for me then,” cheered Donghae, tossing two in his mouth at once.
“Don’t eat too much,” Hyukjae warned. “You’ll get a stomachache when you go to bed.” When Donghae didn’t answer, Hyukjae looked up. “Donghae?”
Donghae was staring off into space with a strange, unfocused expression on his face. “Yeah?”
Hyukjae sat up straight, worried. “Are you okay? You’re really pale!” He brought a hand up to Donghae’s forehead, only to have it slapped away.
“Hyukjae, I’m in love,” Donghae confessed dreamily.
“What?!” shouted Hyukjae, startled by the sudden declaration.
“I’m in love,” Donghae said with more conviction, and leapt off Hyukjae’s bed. “I’m in love!” Without another word, Donghae ran out of the room.
“Donghae, wait!” yelled Hyukjae, scrambling off the bed and giving chase.
Donghae was a fast runner, and by the time they reached his apparent destination, Hyukjae was completely out of breath. But when he saw the Slytherin portrait closing, he managed to force himself into a sprint and dive into the common room not a moment too soon.
Catching his breath, Hyukjae looked up in time to see Donghae run up to a smug Heechul and plant a big kiss on his smirking lips. Feeling like his world just imploded, exploded, spontaneously combusted, and went kablooey all at once, Hyukjae simply gawked as Heechul returned the kiss with tongue and all.
“What the heck is going on?” squawked Hyukjae once he regained use of his voice.
Heechul pulled away from Donghae to sneer at Hyukjae. “The ugly one is here. Sit down. I’ve been meaning to have a talk with you.”
Hyukjae lowered himself cautiously into an armchair as Heechul sat on the leather couch opposite of him. Donghae plopped down next to Heechul and cuddled into his side, purring contentedly when the older put an arm around him.
“You poisoned him,” said Hyukjae accusingly when Donghae laid his head on Heechul’s shoulder and started nuzzling his neck.
“Nonsense,” snorted Heechul dismissively. “I would never poison him. If anything, it’s you I should be poisoning. This-” Heechul caressed Donghae’s cheek, “-is but a simple love potion, that’s all.”
Hyukjae fought down his burning jealousy as Donghae leaned into Heechul’s touch, sappy smile on his face. “Do you hate me?” he asked instead.
“Naturally,” was the all too cheery response. “To bits.”
“Why?”
Heechul glanced at Donghae. “Get hyung some spiced pumpkin juice and hyung will give you another kiss.” Donghae nodded eagerly and skipped out of the room, practically radiating rainbows and unicorns. Heechul turned back to a silently fuming Hyukjae.
“Now where were we…Oh yes. What’s there not to hate?” Heechul ticked off his fingers. “You’re ugly even though Sungmin did make you look slightly better. You’re entirely too scrawny to be on this plane of existence. Your table manners are atrocious. You smell funny. You’re not very bright. You have no outstanding qualities to speak of. Need I go on?”
“I think I got the gist of it, thanks,” Hyukjae managed.
“In other words, you’re nowhere good enough for Donghae,” Heechul persisted anyways, eyes flashing dangerously. “And you haven’t done shit to prove otherwise. So, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Sorry?” offered Hyukjae.
Heechul rolled his eyes. “Pitiful. You’re so pitiful that I wish I could squash you like a bug.”
“This conversation is turning out to be very detrimental to my self-esteem,” Hyukjae muttered under his breath.
“But despite the fact that you have no redeeming qualities whatsoever,” Heechul continued. “Donghae still likes you.” Heechul shook his head in disappointment. “That boy has no taste. Therefore…” Heechul gave Hyukjae a piercing stare. “Because Donghae has downgraded himself to be with the likes of you, I expect you to make him nothing less than the happiest person in the world. Got that?”
Hyukjae blinked, surprised by the words. “Oh, um, y-yes, of course.”
“That does not, of course, mean that I approve of you or even like you. You’re still a pathetic excuse for a human being. And I will not hesitate to have you removed from the picture permanently if anything happens. Don’t you ever forget that.”
Right as Heechul finished the sentence, the portrait door was flung open, and Donghae flew into the room crying, “Hyukjae! Are you still alive?”
Heechul leaned back in his seat, satisfied. “I’m so glad we had this talk, Hyukjae,” he said, insincerity oozing from his voice. Turning to Donghae, he said, “I see the love potion has worn off. Do you still want a kiss?”
“Hyung!” Donghae protested, face pinking slightly.
The corners of Heechul’s lips quirked up. “The both of you are dismissed,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Shoo.”
-
“I’m glad hyung didn’t do anything to you,” Donghae sighed. “I was worried because I caught him making a list of the most painful ways to die at Hogwarts last night.” Donghae laughed a little, clearly embarrassed. “And I’m sorry about the kiss.”
“He seemed pretty into the kiss,” said Hyukjae dubiously, hand unconsciously tightening around Donghae’s slightly.
“Ah, Heechul-hyung kisses everybody like that. Don’t worry,” Donghae waggled his eyebrows at Hyukjae conspiratorially. “Don’t tell hyung I said this, but hyung actually is interested in that exchange student from Durmstrang; you know, the one with the really cute accent.”
“Hmm,” hummed Hyukjae, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the palm of Donghae’s hand. “Donghae?”
“Yeah?”
Hyukjae stopped drawing to look intensely into Donghae’s questioning eyes. “Do I make you happy?”
Donghae scoffed. “That’s a stupid question.” Lips curling up into a tender smile, he squeezed Hyukjae’s hand reassuringly and answered, “Of course you do, Hyukjae. You make me feel like I’m the smartest, handsomest, most special person in the world. And that’s more than enough for me.” Hyukjae smiled back at Donghae, feeling like his heart was going to explode from happiness.
“Of course, I am the smartest, handsomest, most special person in the world, so that makes your job pretty easy, huh?”
“Way to ruin the mood, stupid.”
6. Hyukjae had been looking forward to this day for the past month.
He had a perfect date with Donghae planned for this visit to Hogsmeade. First, they would go to Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop and talk over warm drinks (or play footsies under the table). From there, they’d make a quick jaunt to Honeydukes where Donghae would say sappy things to Hyukjae like how he was sweeter than toffee (Hyukjae secretly enjoyed being fawned over like that from time to time). And to end the perfect date, they’d walk hand in hand down the snowy street. It was going to be great.
At least, that was what Hyukjae thought until Donghae showed up at their designated meeting place with the Henry kid in tow.
“What’s Henry the Second doing here?” asked Hyukjae with a slight frown, fantasies of their perfect date shattering.
“I can go away if you want, Dads,” said Henry quickly, looking a bit too eager to leave. Henry had long accepted that he would always have “the Second” tagged onto the end of his name along with the fact that he was now their son (he didn’t mind too much; having EunHae as his dads had many advantages).
“No, no,” insisted Donghae, not releasing his death grip on Henry’s arm. Linking Hyukjae’s arm with his free one, Donghae dragged them both towards Hogsmeade. “It’s been too long since we’ve had any sort of family bonding. This is a great opportunity to work on our family relations.”
Hyukjae sighed. He supposed it’d be fine if it was just the Henry kid. They could tie him to a post outside when they got to Madam Puddifoot’s and maybe leave him a bowl of warm milk until they came back.
Except it wasn’t just the Henry kid.
On their way to Hogsmeade, they met up with a leggy exchange student from Beauxbaton that Henry knew. The Beauxbaton boy, Zhou Mi, was with Kyuhyun and Sungmin, so in the blink of an eye, their group doubled in number. But it didn’t stop there.
When they reached the village, they met up with Heechul, who decided to come along to “make sure the ugly one didn’t try to do anything funny.” He was accompanied by the Durmstrang student Donghae had mentioned (Hangeng, was it?), who was chatting in turn with Jungsu, the Head Boy from Hufflepuff, who was on a date with Youngwoon, who picked up Donghee along the way, who invited Hufflepuff’s poster boy Siwon to come with, who was in conversation with a thin Hufflepuff with high cheekbones, who was with his Ravenclaw boyfriend, who, to Hyukjae’s great relief, did not bring anyone else.
They all poured into the Three Broomsticks as it was the only place that could host an entire party that big. Cramming into a table that was probably meant for a group half their size, everyone yelled out their orders, creating general chaos until Jungsu, Head Boy leadership skills kicking in, went around to get everyone’s individual order.
Hyukjae, squished between Jungsu and Donghee and a whole table across from Donghae, was not too pleased by this sudden turn of events.
“I actually had a date planned,” Hyukjae yelled to Donghae over the din. “Just you and me. Very romantic. You would’ve really liked it.”
“What was that?” Donghae shouted back. “I can’t hear you!”
“A date! You and me! Romantic!” Hyukjae yelled louder. Donghae shook his head and pointed at his ears, indicating that he still could not hear. Hyukjae gave up and sat back in his seat.
When everyone’s drinks arrived, the noise did not mitigate; in fact, it got even louder.
“Bottoms up, everybody!” shouted Youngwoon. Throwing his head back, he chugged down his entire drink in one gulp, setting down his tankard with a thunk. “Another one, please!”
“Youngwoon, you will not get drunk!” Jungsu said disapprovingly.
“Is it possible to get drunk on butterbeer?” asked the Ravenclaw.
“Sad to say, Jongwoon, but at the rate Youngwoon drinks, it’s very much possible,” said Jungsu grimly.
“Believe it or not, fur hats are very popular where I’m from,” Hangeng explained.
Zhou Mi wrinkled his nose. “Fur hats are a passé. If anyone wore them where I’m from, they’d be ridiculed.”
“Donghee-hyung,” said Siwon sincerely. “You were great at the last Quidditch match.”
“Youngwoon and I make quite a team of Beaters, eh?” roared Donghee, thumping Siwon’s back enthusiastically.
“I’m worried I won’t get a good enough mark on my O.W.L.s to get into N.E.W.T. level classes,” Ryeowook said worriedly. “See, I need to take those classes in order to become a Hit Wizard.”
Kyuhyun snorted into his butterbeer. “You? A Hit Wizard?” he asked skeptically, looking at his fellow fifth year’s slight frame.
Ryeowook stared at Kyuhyun expressionlessly before breaking out into a sweet smile that sent shivers up and down Kyuhyun’s spine. “Yes. Me, a Hit Wizard.”
“Come on, kid!” yelled Heechul, shoving a tankard of what looked suspiciously like firewhiskey in Henry’s direction. “Drink it!”
“But I’m only fourteen!” squeaked Henry.
“Stop corrupting my son, hyung!” Donghae protested, throwing his arms around Henry protectively.
Hyukjae sipped his butterbeer in sullen silence, wondering when this torture would be over so he could be alone with Donghae. Just as he was considering putting his head down to rid himself of a persisting headache, Heechul thumped the table with the palm of his hand loudly.
“I have a proposition,” he announced once everyone fell silent. “Let’s form a club, all of us. Called, let’s say, Chocoball.”
“Heechul, that’s lame,” said Hangeng cynically. “Any club with a name like that is bound to be a failure.”
“Shut up, foreigner,” said Heechul, and Hangeng rolled his eyes at him.
“How about Super Junior?” Henry piped up. “I think it has a nice ring to it.”
“Kid, nothing about us is ‘junior,’” Youngwoon snorted. This statement was met by loud noises and catcalls of agreement. Hyukjae cracked a smile at this, unable to keep his sour mood, especially not when Donghae glanced at him from across the table and gave him a suggestive wink.
“I don’t think it matters what we’re called,” Jungsu spoke up suddenly. Everyone turned to look at Hufflepuff’s Head Boy. He beamed affectionately at each of them. “As long as we’re all together, we can be happy like this.”
There was a long silence as everyone exchanged looks.
“That’s lame,” Kyuhyun declared. “Let’s have a name.” Jungsu’s face fell as everyone nodded in agreement.
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Two hours later, there still was no consensus as to the name of their spontaneously formed group. As the others bickered back and forth on the way back to Hogwarts, Donghae and Hyukjae fell slightly back from the group.
“Did you have fun?” Donghae inquired, giving Hyukjae’s hand a slight squeeze.
“It was certainly an interesting experience,” Hyukjae consented.
“Ah,” sighed Donghae. “I feel so happy.” Letting go of Hyukjae’s hand, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to the group ahead of them, “I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!”
There were choruses of “I love you too,” and even though Hyukjae could hear Heechul say, “Not the ugly one, though. I hate his guts,” he didn’t mind one bit. Not when Donghae turned back to him with a blinding smile to say, “But you’re my favorite person in the world, Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae felt his cheeks grow warmer, and he was tongue-tied, at a loss of what to say to the adoring statement. Luckily, Donghae saved him the trouble of thinking of a reply.
“Actually, you can’t be my favorite person,” Donghae amended with a slight frown. “Heechul-hyung wouldn’t be happy with that. And Sungmin-hyung is really good to me. And I can’t forget about our son, Henry the Second. And my parents. Huh, guess that makes you my sixth favorite person.”
Hyukjae felt considerably less warm and fluffy inside then. Trudging back to Hogwarts grumpily, he listened to Donghae rattle off a list of loved ones, dismayed as his standing on Donghae’s Favorite People list dropped exponentially lower and lower.
7. “Hyukjae!”
Hyukjae turned to see Donghae barreling down the hallway towards him at full speed, crowd hastily parting for him. Eyes widening, Hyukjae immediately dropped everything he was holding and held out his arms, not a moment too soon because Donghae launched himself at Hyukjae.
Hyukjae reflexively caught the other boy in his arms as Donghae’s legs wrapped around Hyukjae’s waist. Before Hyukjae could react, Donghae kissed Hyukjae breathless.
“What was that for?” panted Hyukjae when they parted, acutely aware that more than a few of the other students were gawking.
Donghae’s eyes sparkled with so much emotion that Hyukjae’s stomach did funny little flip flops. “No reason,” said Donghae casually, reaching up to brush Hyukjae’s fringe out of his eyes. “I just wanted to do that.”
Hyukjae chuckled, leaning forward so that their foreheads touched, suddenly not minding the stares they were receiving. “You should do that more often,” he whispered, relishing the heat of Donghae’s body pressed against his own.
“Hmm,” Donghae hummed with a mischievous smirk, cupping Hyukjae’s jaw and pulling him in for another kiss. “Will do.”