Jungkook~
The Great Hall has never looked like this. Floating lanterns shimmer gold, silver drapes coil around the high beams, and the enchanted ceiling glitters like a midnight sky scattered with diamonds. Music thrums through the air—soft at first, then bold and jubilant as the crowd of students swirls into the dance floor.
I walk in with Y/N by my side, Jimin smirking like he owns the night, Lima glowing in her new gown, and Taehyung looking like he's about to charm the whole school with his bowtie. For once, it almost feels like all the drama of the past weeks has melted away.
Almost.
Because the truth is, I'm still watching Jimin like a hawk. Every time he looks at Y/N, I feel my jaw clench. Every time he touches her hand, I want to snap. But she looks happy, and she's my best friend—so I force myself to breathe. Tonight isn't about fighting. Tonight's supposed to be a celebration.
And then, suddenly, Dumbledore calls my name.
I blink, caught off guard, but the whole Hall erupts into cheers. My housemates roar the loudest as I walk toward the stage where the Headmaster stands with a crooked smile. He places a fake golden crown on my head, sets a cap lopsided on top of my shoulders, and hands me the Tri-House Tournament trophy.
For a moment, I feel like a king. The weight of the crown presses against my hair, the lights blaze in my eyes, and my chest swells with something between pride and disbelief. I'd actually won.
When I come back down, the crowd parts around me, eyes gleaming, laughter echoing. I toss the trophy to Taehyung and bow dramatically before Y/N.
"First dance with the queen," I grin, holding out my hand.
She giggles, rolls her eyes, but slips her fingers into mine. "You're insufferable."
"You love it," I mutter, pulling her into the dance floor.
The music shifts into a waltz, and we spin under the shimmering lights. For those few minutes, it's just us—the way it's always been. No drama, no jealousy, no complications. Just me and my best friend, grinning like idiots as we try not to step on each other's feet.
Of course, it doesn't last.
Jimin swoops in, sending me a cocky smirk as he pulls Y/N from my arms. "My turn," he says, not even asking. She laughs nervously, letting him guide her, and I have to bite down my tongue.
Fine. Whatever.
I toss my crown at Taehyung, grab Lima's hand, and pull her into the next dance. At least she doesn't smirk at me like the Slytherin menace does. Soon, Taehyung joins us, and the three of us spin together in chaotic laughter.
Half an hour flies by like that—music, drinks, laughter, and glances I don't want to admit I keep stealing toward Y/N.
Then she excuses herself, saying she needs the restroom.
Minutes pass. Then more. My chest gets tight, but I try to brush it off. She's fine. She's just—
"Where's Y/N?" Jimin mutters suddenly, scanning the crowd.
"She's been gone too long," he says, more to himself than anyone. His eyes darken, and without waiting, he strides out of the hall.
That's when it happens.
A scream rips through the air outside the Great Hall, sharp and panicked. Everyone freezes. Before anyone can react, Taehyung points, his voice cracking.
"The window!"
Glass shatters. A massive, black demon dragon smashes into the Hall, its wings spread wide, fire hissing between its jaws. Students shriek, scattering in terror as the music dies with a discordant crash.
"Y/N!" Jimin's voice breaks the chaos. He's at the doorway, yelling for me.
My blood runs cold.
I don't even think. I shove through the panicking crowd, sprinting toward him. Outside, the air is colder, darker, wrong. My heart slams when I see her—huddled behind a warped metal statue in the garden, clutching another terrified girl.
A giant snake coils nearby, its tongue hissing, fangs dripping. The statue groans under its own bending weight, pressing down toward them.
"No," I whisper, my lungs locking. Then louder, "NO!"
Jimin and I whip out our wands. Taehyung and Lima are right behind us, pale but determined. The snake lunges, and we shout spells, light blasting through the night. Its head jerks back, tail thrashing, scales glowing sickly under the moon.
"Hold it off!" I scream, darting forward.
The statue groans again, bending closer to crush them both. I drop my cap and crawl under the metal. My arms burn as I lift, my breath tearing out of me. The weight is unbearable, but I don't care.
"Y/N!" I choke out. "Take my hand!"
Her wide, terrified eyes meet mine. Then her fingers grip mine, and I yank her free, pulling the other girl out with her. The moment they're safe, the statue slams down behind us with a deafening crash.
"Are you okay?!" My voice cracks. I crush Y/N to my chest, my hands trembling as they skim her arms, her hair, her face. "Are you hurt? Tell me you're not hurt—please—"
"I'm fine," she breathes, voice shaking.
But I'm not.
I'm shaking so hard I can barely breathe, my chest heaving as if my lungs forgot how to work. I nearly lost her. Another minute, another second, and she would've been—
My throat closes. I bury my face into her hair, clutching her tighter than I ever have.
"Don't you ever scare me like that again," I whisper, broken. "I can't—I can't lose you."
The battle still rages behind us—spells, fire, shouts—but all I can feel is her heartbeat thumping against mine.
And I swear, if the world wants to take her from me, it's going to have to fight me first.