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The school year ends faster than I can say "Accio, vacation". One minute we're at the Victory Ball dodging giant snakes and dragons, the next we're lugging our trunks toward the train.
Lima cries for ten minutes straight because she won't see Jungkook for a whole month. Jungkook just hugs her tighter like she's moving to Mars instead of Daegu. Taehyung pretends to gag, I smack his arm, and Jimin whispers something naughty in my ear that makes me trip over my own trunk.
Classic.
One by one, everyone gets off at their stops. Lima and Taehyung leave hand in hand. Jungkook, Jimin, and I ride the last stretch together, the air heavy with that weird feeling of "see you later." But lucky me—I live next door to Jeon Jungkook. And Jimin? His house is just a broomstick ride away. Close enough to keep the chaos alive.
A week later, I'm sprawled in my room, enjoying the sweet, sweet silence of home. Until—
BANG.
My door flies open like it owes Jungkook money.
"Minx! Let's go get burg—" His voice cuts off into a scream. "WHAT THE—ARE YOU FREAKING—NO—NO—WHAT THE HELL?!"
I jerk upright, clutching the blanket up as I shield my body using Jimin's. "JUNGKOOK! GET OUT!"
Because, yeah. Park Jimin is in my bed. Above me. Naked. Smirking like the devil.
"Anyeong, Kookie," he purrs, completely unbothered. "Want to join?"
"OH MY GOD!" Jungkook slams his eyes shut and spins around, hands on his head. "I'm blind. I'm scarred for life. I need holy water. WHY WOULD YOU—OH MY GOD!"
I scream, "BECAUSE SOMEONE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO KNOCK!"
Jimin? He's laughing so hard he nearly falls off the bed.
Five minutes later, after I shove Jimin out to get dressed and throw on some clothes myself, I storm downstairs ready to murder Jungkook.
He's on the couch, sulking with his arms crossed. "How was I supposed to know Romeo was gonna be here?!"
"Maybe by KNOCKING first?!" I shout.
He scoffs. "Sorry for wanting to feed you! Won't happen again, Snake Princess."
I throw a pillow at his face. He doesn't even flinch. Just catches it and mutters, "Traumatized. Absolutely traumatized."
Behind me, Jimin strolls in, freshly dressed, hair still messy. He plops down next to Jungkook and smirks. "You walked in at the wrong time, buddy. Timing is everything."
Jungkook growls. "Shut up before I turn you into an actual duck."
I slap both their shoulders. "Enough! Just make it even when I found you in Lima's dorm. Now, burgers. Chop-chop!"
Cut to an hour later: the three of us squished into a booth, greasy fries piled high, milkshakes sweating on the table.
Jimin feeds me a fry. Jungkook steals it mid-air. I smack his hand. He smirks, mouth full.
And somehow, despite the chaos, the embarrassment, the nonstop bickering—this feels right. Summer with them is going to be loud and messy and probably insane. But it's ours.
I lean back, grinning at both idiots across from me. "To surviving snakes, dragons, and each other."
Jimin raises his shake. "To kissing the girl of my dreams."
Jungkook raises his too, muttering, "To knocking on doors from now on."
We clink our glasses, fries falling everywhere, laughter spilling out into the warm summer night.
And just like that, Hogwarts feels far away—but the madness of us? Yeah. That's definitely here to stay.
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Summer passes in a blur of burgers, bickering, and way too many "accidental" sleepovers. Jimin keeps sneaking into my house like he owns it, Jungkook never knocks (but at least yells before entering now), and somehow the three of us end up spending every single day together.
Lima and Taehyung send us owls full of dramatic love letters and doodles. Jungkook complains, but he keeps them all in a box.
By the time the Hogwarts Express whistles again, nothing's really changed—except everything has.
Because this time, when I step on the train with Jimin holding my hand and Jungkook carrying my bag like he always does, I know one thing for sure:
We're not just surviving Hogwarts anymore.
We're making it ours.
THE END.