Letters I Can't Send

Draco's POV

Somehow, she's looking at me, and I'm looking at her, and we're looking at each other, but not in any type of way, just a pleasant staring.

Then she furrows her eyebrows, I tilt my head and she smiles.

She smiles.

Merlin, her smile will be my undoing.

Sometimes, I catch her smile when she talks to Quinn or laughs at a joke, but I'm rarely the cause of her smile. I smirk with a pride I never expected to get from this.

I barely notice the girls dressed in blue waltzing about the Great Hall. Every boy (and girl) has their eyes on the girls from Beauxbatons, except for me, and her.

But why would I waste my time and look at them when I can look at her. When I can study her face from afar, watch a smile creep up her face—one that I was the root of.

She truly is beautiful. In my eyes, at least. But if anyone can't say she's beautiful, must not be in their right mind.

It's not something anyone could deny. No.

The way she talks to me, the way she isn't scared of me, isn't afraid to speak her mind, yet how I've seen her cry, seen her smile, laugh. 

I wish so many things for me. And one of them is her. As much as I try to deny it, it is her I wish for.

And maybe, I'll be lucky enough. Maybe.

Then, the moment is over.

Dumbledore announces the students of Durmstrang. She looks away and I feel something in me sink a bit. But I smile to myself. The little things, and the little moments are enough for now.

So, I stare at the back of her head like the creep that I am. Watch her every move. I notice the bandage still on her hand from the day in Diagon Alley. She holds power. I've heard my parents whisper, her foster parents whisper. She is not the average witch. I just hope to Merlin that doesn't mean she'll get hurt. Not again.

........

After the rules of the Triwizard Tournament are explained by Dumbledore—more of how it'll work, there aren't any rules in the Tournament—we all head back the common rooms (after the feast, of course), most of us lounging on the couches or sitting on the floor. The first night back is always the most social the common room ever gets.

So I watch the action, everyone reuniting, hugging, laughing, gossiping about the Triwizard Tournament.

As I'm people watching, Blaise plops down on the couch next to me, wordlessly.

Finally, he speaks, "I saw the little staring contest you and Ellis were having." I glance sideways at him, his expression is blank.

"And I saw you gawking at the Beauxbatons girls—Pansy looked quite upset," I say, hoping to at least partially get on his nerves. We both know there's something with him and Pansy, but we don't talk about it.

He scoffs. "How could you not look at them? Heard they're part veela..."

Part veela. The veela were at the Quidditch World Cup, they had drawn the attention of most with their striking beauty—almost in a seductive way. Then that would make sense for why all attention was them in the Great Hall, everyone drooling (mostly the guys, not to be homophobic).

Yet, I still stared at Y/n.

"Either you have some wicked staring problem—and she does too—or you're gay." he says and I look over at him, my brows furrowed in confusion to see him suppressing a smile and holding back laughter.

I slap his arm, hard, and smirk. "Yeah, right."

We laugh for a moment, then his face falls serious again. "No, I'm for real. What is going on with you two?"

I'm spared from the question for a second as she enters the common room, with her other half, Quinn Carson glued to her side.

"Well, speak of the devil," Blaise says, and I can feel his eyes following mine as they track Y/n's movements through the common room. "This is a problem."

I clench my jaw tight as I can't seems to tear my gaze from her. "It's not a problem. And there's nothing going on." I stand abruptly and walk off, back to my dorm, looking for anything to get me away from this.

 My gaze latched onto hers for a moment, and I need to get away from the common room.

Because I think Blaise is right. This is a problem.

a/n: this was a short chapter lol but like I'm kinda swooning so it was worth it.