Untouched Draco x reader

The next morning I hear gossip about a dance this Friday. Some- most girls whisper not so subtly about how they wish Harry or Draco will ask them to the dance. I have decided that if there will be a dance then I will not be attending. I'd essentially just be a wallflower so no one will really notice the absence of me.

After classes I go back to the courtyard. I brush with delicate fingers over the pillar Draco forced me in, the spot where his hand slammed against it. The memory of yesterday is still fresh iny memory. I can't exactly grasp what I should do with this memory except to write it down. That way it will stay permanent and not just something I thought had happened, something in a void that I'd try to grasp at as time passes.

I sit against the same pillar where the events took place and pull out a parchment with a pen.

Dear Draco
When you first said that you notice me I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe in something that could destroy my mindset of being nothing but a mere shadow. Until you said it again with evident proof that you do indeed see me. So it is true. To you I am something. Or it certainly seems so. I don't want to get my hopes up over something that I might be over analysing. Am I someone worth your attention? You give it to me so carelessly like it's nothing but I don't think you grasp how precious your attention is. That sounds wrong. Listen all I'm saying is that what you give me is something I don't receive often. Perhaps that's why my body can't function right when you're close. I keep remembering yesterday. You and me pressed against that pillar. I wanted to melt in your grasp and touch your face. Just to know what it feels like even if it was only once. Perhaps that would vanquish this constant pull I feel towards you. Like I'm being yanked in your direction and when you're close enough I get pressed numb against the wall, pins on fire pressing against every part of my flesh. You asked me why I never look directly into your eyes because that's when my body clicks off all of its logical parts. Then I'd be the one asking blunt questions and pushing you against pillars. I'd be stuttering and falling over my words left and right. You have the most beautiful and rare eyes that I've ever seen. As clear as the ocean waves, forged from a diamond. Cutting through every sense of my body and the funniest thing is that you dont even realise how powerful those irises of you are. There's talk about a dance coming up. I won't be going. I'm convincing myself it's because I won't be noticed but the truth is I won't be able to see you pressed up against a girl like she's an extension of your body. I can watch you chew and spit people out like it's nothing, without hesitation because that's who you claim to be most of the time but what I can't watch is you in hamd with someone else
Whom to I belong to?
No one but God I wish the answer was you.

Sincerely: y/n l/n