Letters I Can't Send

Draco's POV

I heard Y/n was staying with us, but I sort of denied it. Part of me is excited to tease her and make fun of her again, but the other half is worried because Pansy has been all over me lately about her. Telling me that she's noticed something different about me, or that I seem distant. Then she blames it on Y/n.

Pansy is visiting the Manor today (me) and I haven't told her Y/n is here yet. Merlin, she's going to kill me.

But I've noticed something about her too.

Sometimes, Blaise joins us here at the Manor. And she looks at him in the sort of way she used to look at me. Admiration and joy. Not to mention how she seems so much more chipper when Blaise is around. Though it still bothers me, it doesn't as much as I thought it would.

She's sitting on my bed, talking nonsense to me and waving her hands around in the air. My door is propped open and a figure walks by. It's Y/n. I glance up and watch her silhouette move past my door.

Pansy watches my eyes and turns her head just in time to see her walk by. She immediately recognizes her as Y/n.

"Is that Ellis?" Her mouth goes agape. She stands and rushes to the door, but I beat her to it.

"Stop—I can explain." I tell her as I block her way from exiting my room. She puts her hands on her hips and glares at me. "Her and her foster family are staying here with us for the next couple of days. It's no big deal, Pansy." I huff.

"Yes, it is a big deal, because she shouldn't be wandering you're house, Draco—and why her? Of all people, it's the girl you've always looked at differently. Always practically worshipped and bowed down to. Don't tell me it's no big deal, Draco!" She's fuming.

I start to get defensive now. "Looked at differently? I could say the same thing about you! Every time Blaise walks into a room, it's always, 'Blaise, come sit with us,' or 'Blaise, you're so funny'. And you shouldn't deny that every time you see him, he lights up your day." I sneer at her. If I hurt her feelings, she'll just go tell her mum and have her tell my mother what a bitch I'm being. I obviously don't give a damn.

Pansy looks starstruck. Her mouth is hanging open and she scoffs loudly.

"What," I say lowly. "Don't act like you don't know it." I step out of the way, leaving the exit of my room wide open, signifying her leave.

She huffs and shoves past me. I'm surprised she doesn't smack me.

I think that was the end of an era.

..........

The first thing I feel is relieved. I finally have one of the biggest weights off my chest.

But then it hits me in the middle of the night that my whole world just changed. I roll over in my bed, looking around my dark room.

I won't let us get back together. I won't. She's too toxic and too much drama. I won't let it happen again.

I slip out of bed and go to my door. I think I'll get a glass of water from the kitchen.

As I pad down the dark hallways and grow nearer to the kitchen, I hear muffled whimpers and a soft, reassuring voice.

"Shhh," I hear as I approach the door. "It'll be okay, I just bandaged it up—I promise you won't get any blood in the food, Remmy." It sounds like Y/n. I peak around the edge of the doorframe and see her squatting down in front of one our house elves, Remmy, a kitchen elf. She is tightly securing a bandage around Remmy's finger. He sniffles and Y/n pats his shoulder sweetly. "See? It'll be just fine. It will heal up in no time, and it doesn't hurt much now, does it?" She says softly.

I watch in mild admiration at how effortlessly she made him feel better. Remmy wipes his overly large nose with the back of his hand and nods like a little child who scraped his knee. Then he notices me standing in the doorway and startles, scurries away.

Y/n looks back to where Remmy's gaze had strayed, and stands when she sees me.

"What are you doing here?" she asks lowly.

I scoff. "It is still my house, is it not, Ellis?" I say, just to be a smartass.

She rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean. It's almost 1 in the morning—what are you doing here, in the kitchen," She asks, obviously irritated.

"I could ask you the same question," I shoot her own accusing question back at her. She visibly stiffens.

"I asked first." Merlin, why is she being so stubborn?

"I couldn't sleep," I lift my chin just a bit and raise my eyebrows. "Your turn,"

She shifts on her feet. "I was thirsty, so I came to get water. Then I noticed one of your house elves, Remmy, had cut his finger open. So, I helped him. No big story or anything." She shrugs. "Do you usually come down here when you can't sleep?" She lifts an eyebrow, as if to mock me.

I look elsewhere in the room. I eye the pots and pans, dirty in the sink. Vegetables lying only half-chopped on cutting boards, towels and spoons and knives, all strewn about the kitchen. Then I meet her terribly dangerous gaze. My eyes narrow. "Only on some nights. I had a good feeling about wandering down here tonight."

"Hm." She muses. "I heard your big blow up earlier," She smirks a bit. It just barely crept its way up her lips, but it's there.

I huff softly, so only I hear. "How much of that did you hear?" I ask, trying my best to not sound hesitant.

"Hmm," she says and starts pacing about the kitchen. Definitely mocking me. "I heard something about you looking at me different, and you saying that Pansy had a thing for Blaise—so I guess I'm really in the Slytherin drama now, huh." She stops and looks at me, crossing her arms over her chest.

I glare at her, my fists clenched at my sides. She's smiling, a malicious, fake smile. Like she knows something I don't or, wants to know something. I hate to admit that I'm a little scared of her when she's like this.

She takes a threatening step closer to me. "I'd just like to know why my wand is in two pieces, why you dragged me away from whatever the hell was going on at the World Cup and why I'm here right now. And remind me when my foster parents became all buddy-buddy with your parents." She's standing so close I can see into her eyes. The anger and confusion is almost all I can see. She doesn't even care about the fight I had with Pansy. She was only using that to mock my meaningless problem by comparing it to hers.

And, damn, no has told her anything.

She takes another small step closer to me. I step back. The corner of her lips twitch. "Are you afraid of me?" She asks, again in a low voice. I can practically feel her breath on my lips.

I stifle a scoff. "Why would I be afraid of you, love." She leans the tiniest bit closer, her lips too close to mine.

"Oh, I don't know," Her eyes dart down to my lips for a mere second. "Maybe it's because I have a secret that I share with you." A pause. "And I can tell anyone I want," She leans her face impossibly closer. "Maybe it's because I can make you question things you shouldn't be questioning," She whispers against my lips.

My breath hitches as her lips come so close to brushing mine. When I don't think I can control the little bit of distance between our lips any longer, she presses her hands to my chest and pushes me back. I stager backward as she walks to the kitchen island and leans against it.

"I just want to know what the hell happened and why I'm here." Her eyes are narrowed and her voice is threateningly low, like she's just barely keeping her anger in check.

a/n: yay another chapter. i love this for Y/n, her total power moves and girlboss moment—that makes me happy! And sorry if that doesn't seem like Draco's personality there with Y/n, but I had to make him a little vulnerable for the sake of our sanities'.