Chapter Two
Laughter filled the halls outside the Charms classroom as students waited for the professor to show up. Kunhang was seated behind the large amounts of students, the bench creaked silently under his weight as he pulled his legs to his chest. His eyes wandered towards the group of red and gold lines robes.
A booming voice could be heard over the rest of the babbling idiots that were giving Kunhang a migraine. “Yo~ Mark what are you doing man?” the voice of the tallest gryffindor boy ringed as the rest of the buffoons bursted out laughing again.
“Lucas, dude you gotta quiet down.” Mark laughed slightly lower in volume compared to the rest, his eyes glancing around before settling back on his friend. Kunhang felt the need to lower his head at the mention of the boy’s name, letting him shut his eyes tightly trying to keep thoughts sane. Mark’s eyes glanced at Kunhang as he said, “You gotta remember other people are here too, man. You might upset them.” Lucas just stared in confusion at his best friend, before he noticed Mark nodding his head towards the bench Kunhang was seated on. The boy’s face fell into an almost sad expression.
“Who is that?” Yangyang asked quietly from Lucas’ right side. His eyes analysed the slytherin skeptically. “I’ve never seen him before…” his tone was condescending, eyes sharp. Mark and Lucas gave the younger gryffindor a look.
“Is that Kunhang Wong?” Jeno, the only hufflepuff amongst them, asked softly. Mark nodded slowly.
“I believe so. It’s strange though. Both Youngho Seo and Kunhang Wong transfer into Hogwarts the same day.” Mark muttered, voice laced with concern. “Everyone knows Youngho is bad news, but Kunhang… he’s a mystery. We barely even know the true story of why he was banished from Mahoutokoro…” Yangyang shook his head in disbelief, while Jeno sighed sadly.
Before any of them could notice, Lucas stepped back from his group, eyes locking on the chinese slytherin. He walked confidently towards the raven haired boy, a smile lighting up his face as he stopped just to the side of Kunhang. “Hey!” Lucas squeaked out when the younger boy looked up, making eye contact. With a cough to clear his throat, Lucas felt a blush come over his cheeks as he repeated, “hey…” softer this time.
The slytherin boy seemed caught off guard as he stared at him in shock, his mouth slightly opened. Kunhang felt his legs drop to the ground, with a loud thud, making him cringe. Lucas laughed nervously when he was still not answered. After another few moments, Professor Leeteuk had come and opened the door to the classroom. Lucas motioned for them to move, “Come on, let’s go to class.” He spoke awkwardly as he waited for Kunhang to stand.
When the younger stood, Lucas could feel his heart skip a beat as the boy’s head barely even reached above his shoulder. Lucas held eye contact with Kunhang for one more second before the slytherin walked away with his head down. Lucas felt his body move, as his brain couldn’t catch up with what was happening. Before he could think, Mark pulled him to sit down in the seat next to him towards the back rows of the room. He scanned the room quickly, and frowned as Kunhang sat by himself, no one daring to sit next to him by the front of the room.
For the first few minutes, students filed into the room, and the last girl to enter was faced with taking the seat next to Kunhang. Lucas frowned as he saw how the girl hesitated by the door of the classroom. He had noticed how Kunhang was also aware of the girl’s reluctance, as the girl resentfully sat down next to him, moving the chair as far away as possible.
He felt his body move before his mind could fully comprehend what was happening. He tapped the girl’s shoulder softly, motioning for her to switch seats, which made her smile thankfully as she quickly moved. Lucas placed his belongings onto the ground, smiling softly as he moved the chair back to its normal placement in the middle of the desk. He felt Kunhang’s eyes boring into his side profile as Professor Leeteuk began the class.
Lucas hexed his pen to take notes halfway through the lecture, his attention going towards the gorgeous boy to his left. “Are you a Veela?” Lucas asked quietly, his eyes darting between Kunhang and the teacher. The raven haired boy turned to look at him for a moment before continuing to take his notes. “I will give you the notes… please talk to me. I just want to know you.” Lucas pleaded pitifully. Kunhang hesitated before placing his pen down.
His eyes looked into Lucas’, the older boy took in a sharp breath at the feeling of his lungs freezing. Kunhang’s lips twitched slightly upwards. “I… guess I am a Veela...” Kunhang mumbled. Lucas’ eyes widened childishly with joy.
“My name’s Lucas, or Yukhei Wong. I’m on the gryffindor quidditch team!” he whispered excitedly, making Kunhang barely smile, no emotions could be seen in the boy’s eyes. Lucas frowned at the emotionless eyes, but decided not to comment. “Do you like quidditch? I’m a Chaser.” Lucas smiled, he noticed how Kunhang’s eyes traveled towards the windows as he nodded.
“I do like quidditch.” Kunhang spoke softly, his accent making Lucas want to coo. His heart was beating too fast for comfort, but he could care less at this very moment. “I’m Kunhang…” he whispered, his eyes slowly closing, “but you probably already knew that…”
Lucas noticed the pain that crossed the boy’s face, it was there for barely a second, but he had noticed. “Kunhang’s a great name!” he whispered, a smile gracing his face once again. “I actually had no clue who you were, though. I saw you, and thought maybe I was being too loud for you, since you seemed to be in discomfort…” Lucas looked down sheepishly.
Kunhang’s face was frozen in shock at the statement. “You didn’t know my name?” he asked, Lucas nodded, lying, but he didn’t like seeing the younger boy upset. A smile, sheepish and small, crawled onto Kunhang’s face as he looked at Lucas.
“Hey, after classes, around 3, gryffindor is having a quidditch practice…” Lucas bit his lip nervously, Kunhang couldn’t help but think of Youngho when he noticed the action. Lucas’ voice gave away his nervousness as his voice cracked, “Would you want to come watch? Maybe afterwards... I can teach you how to fly if you don’t know how... or just… hangout?” Lucas’ cheeks turned a dusty pink as he looked down nervously.
Kunhang let out a soft, breathy giggle as he nodded. His eyes glistened with the slightest bit of amusement as he looked at Lucas. “Are you asking me to come watch you play?” Lucas nodded sheepishly. “Bold…” Lucas felt his face fall slightly, “I like that…” Kunhang’s right pointer and middle fingers grazed the covered skin of his left forearm, as he held back a smirk. “I’ll think about it.” He responded. Lucas fist pumped in excitement, gathering Professor Leetuek’s attention.
“Excuse me Mr. Wong, do you have something to say?” the teacher teased as Lucas apologized quietly, his smile wide as he stole another glance at Kunhang, who was once again taking his notes.
In the Great Hall, Yuta wasn’t prepared for when Ten appeared at the Ravenclaw table, looming over his shoulder. Doyoung cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with Yuta, as the older of the two turned to look at the short slytherin. “Uh, hello?” Yuta eyed Ten, he really hated when snakes got too close.
Ten just glared as he looked the ravenclaw up and down. “I don’t see why he cares for you…” he sneered in response, handing over a sealed letter with a crest of a siren. Yuta hesitantly took the letter, noticing how Ten moved his left arm away quickly, tugging his sleeve down a bit more. “He wanted you to have this,” Ten’s sharp eyes scanned the ravenclaws features with disgust, “I still don’t see it.” Ten rolled his eyes, walking away, and disappearing just as fast as he appeared.
The minute the ravenclaws were left alone, Sicheng and Doyoung looked up. “Why would Ten come to hand you a letter?” Sicheng asked, eyes widening, “who would send Ten to give you a letter?” Yuta could see the nobs turning in the younger’s head. Doyoung just stared at the sealed letter that was now in between the three of them.
“The seal is of the Seo family…” Doyoung stated, a silent judgement attached to his words as he looked Yuta directly in the eye. “When were you going to tell us you were friendly with Youngho Seo?” The words had venom, making Sicheng slightly flinched as Yuta shrugged.
The red head sipped his pumpkin juice nonchalantly. “I’m not friendly with him, I didn’t even know of his actual existence until today when you pointed him out.” Yuta stated matter of factly. Doyoung eyed him skeptically. “He did however sit next to me in potions, so that’s how we have interacted.” Yuta looked down at the letter, “I don’t know what this is about though? We barely spoke…”
Sicheng and Doyoung shared a look, “Maybe you’ve caught his eye?” Doyoung whispered. Sicheng giggled as Yuta rolled his eyes in annoyance. “What? You heard Ten, he didn’t see what Youngho saw in you… That could mean the letter is a confession?” Doyoung’s eyes shimmered with hopeless love. Yuta hated love, it wasn’t an emotion Yuta had ever felt, and he planned to keep it that way.
“Even if Youngho was interested in Yuta, I doubt he’d write a note confessing his love, Doyoung.” Sicheng deadpanned with a snarky tone. Doyoung slapped Sicheng’s shoulder playfully, as Yuta just went back to chewing his sandwich, lunch was going to end soon anyways.
The three boy’s stayed silent for a while as they ate. A younger ravenclaw boy, Xiaojun, sat down next to Yuta, slightly out of breath. “Doyoung” he huffed out, gathering the three’s attention. “Jaehyun said he’d love for you to join him after his quidditch practice.” Xiaojun smiled, Doyoung tried to hide his growing smile and blush as he nodded.
“Wait a fucking minute!” Sicheng squeaked, “Doie, you’re not fucking the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, are you?” Doyoung smacked Sicheng for real against his shoulder this time.
Doyoung’s face was a scarlet red as he yelled, “No! I’m just his partner for a project.” Yuta tried to hide his face of disgust, he had known Doyoung had a crush on the gryffindor captain, but he hated Jaehyun. Yuta hated anyone who didn’t stop his fellow housemates from hurting others. Jung Jaehyun seemed like a perfect boy, but to Yuta, the gryffindor was nothing more than just a useless bigot that he did not find necessary for himself to interact or care for.
Yuta glanced at the perfect looking letter, the seal was eye catching. Yuta had never seen a seal like it, it was of two sirens, intertwined and the wax was a beautiful emerald. Yuta stood, grabbing the letter, and walking away as the other ravenclaws raved over Doyoung’s crush. The red haired boy climbed the stairs of ravenclaw tower, his mind flooding with reasons as to why Youngho would even care about him.
As he locked the door of his dormitory, his heart raced slightly, his hands were clammy as he gently pulled the seal, opening the letter. He slowly unfolded the paper. “Yuta Nakamoto, such a pretty name. I must say, if you hadn’t run away so fast I would have been able to talk to you instead of giving you a letter. Anyways. I am hoping you already know who this is, that is writing. You’re a ravishing beauty, and I know what you truly are. Of course, I suspect no one else does though. I gladly will keep this between us, only if you do something for me. You see… I will meet you by the Black Lake, tonight at midnight, as I suspect you will already be there anyways.” The red head felt his lungs burn from the lack of oxygen as he breathed in. His eyes felt raw as he blinked. He took in another much needed breath before releasing it in a dry sob.
Yuta had kept his secret for years, no one had even guessed of what he truly was, let alone someone he had only interacted with for less than an hour. He was confused, how could Youngho have known? How could he have figured out what he was? Yuta felt his heart stutter, his mind drawing to the only plausible conclusion. Youngho was told, and whoever told Youngho wanted to use him. But the real question was, who was sending Youngho after him… and why?