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Across from him Jungkook sighed deeply. He cracked an eye to see the other teen fall back onto the floor, arms spread in offering to the ceiling.

They stayed that way in silence, which was just fine.

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Jimin and Jungkook were still sprawled in their respective positions when Madam Pomfrey came back with some fresh robes. They continued to ‘ignore’ each other through an utterly embarrassing and awkward dressing session. Basically, Jimin familiarized himself with the pattern on the wall while he squirmed out of and into his clothing; Jungkook rested a hand on his shoulder and hummed stripper music. He was refreshingly silent when it came his turn to change.

The ignoring continued as they were given homework to occupy their time. Jimin was glad, both for the distraction work provided and the silence Jungkook was currently providing, even if it wasn’t perfect silence. Ignorance was certainly bliss, but it was hard to ignore someone leaning against you and breathing in your ear. Well, maybe not in his ear, but close enough to be a bother.

[I wonder what he would say if I told him to stop breathing.] Jimin’s mouth quirked slightly.

[Something insulting I’d wager.] Jimin was lying on his stomach on the bed. Jungkook sprawled beside him, also on his stomach, and taking up more space then should be legal under the laws of science. Or magic for that matter. Jimin concentrated on his book and not falling of the bed.

They had woken up in the early afternoon and the day was now fading into evening. Madam Pomfrey had checked on them twice and he could hear other students being treated in the main room for the hospital wing, but no one else came around. Jimin wondered why Dumbledore hadn’t shown up. He would have least expected Professor McGonagall to make an appearance, to scold him if nothing more. And Snape--well, he was still surprised the Professor hadn’t swooped in like an eagle for the kill, set on retribution for messing with his favorite student. Jimin was almost curious about what Jungkook thought of his protectors continued absence, but not curious enough to actually ask.

It was strange, just the two of them in the otherwise empty ward. In a way, it was lonely, but at the same time it was hard to be lonely with someone crowded up next to you. Jungkook's elbow dug into his side for a moment, moved when he lifted his arm to turn a page, and returned, but with less force. It was still irrationally annoying. [The book. Just read the book.]

[...After the twelfth time Nicholas Marduk found Alanna Tiamat listening in on certain private affairs, it became apparent that even though Animagi were rare, there still had to be someway to keep track of them...]

“Your lips move when you read, did you know that?” The usually drawling, bored tone was gone, leaving Jungkook sounding almost pleasant. Perish the thought.