Letters I Can't Send

Y/n's POV

"It's just tutoring, Quinn," I huff as I rush to get ready before my tutoring session with Draco in the Room of Requirement.

Quinn lets out a little squeal again. "But it's a date, Y/n! He said so himself!"

I scoff. "No, it's not. I'm sure it's just some ploy to get on my nerves or see if I'll actually think it's a date. I'm sure his friends are all cackling right now, with the thought of me getting excited for something like this, and with him." I shake my head as I put fresh mascara on my eyelashes.

I look back to see Quinn on the bed closest to the bathroom of our dorm, lying on her stomach, her chin propped up in her hands, kicking her feet excitedly as she watches me with a wild grin. "If it's not a date, then are you getting extra ready today? You never do that before a tutoring session with Malfoy."

I've turned my attention back to the mirror of the bathroom, combing through my hair, but I can imagine her smirk as I obviously struggle to find a reply. I bite the inside of my cheek hard. "Stop it, Quinn. He might not even show up and I won't even look like a fool because it's tutoring. It's not like he'd be standing me up or anything. And I'd just tell Professor Flitwick he didn't show."

Quinn giggles and I see out of the corner of my eye she swings her legs off the bed and stands in the doorway of the bathroom. "He won't stand you up," she shifts to stand behind me and play with my hair.

"Quinn," I seethe, even though I'm still biting my cheek to keep from grinning.

She rolls her eyes. "Okay, okay, fine, I'm done. But you better go now if you don't want to be late." I check my watch and it says three quarters after 5, I have 15 minutes to get to the Room of Requirement and make further plans for our tutoring. I usually like to get there early and set up, or prepare, but I do realize I'm running a tad late. Getting ready, be damned.

I make my way out of the bathroom and grab a few books and papers, my wand is in the back pocket of my jeans, so I'm good to go.

I wave my goodbye to Quinn and she giggles some more and flops onto her own neatly made bed with a book as I close our dorm door behind me.

I begin down the steps to the common room and set out for the door to the hallway.

The common room is empty as I stroll absentmindedly though it, so I didn't expect to see two figures leap out in front of from who-knows-where. I startle and squint to see the figures' faces in the dim light of the common room. When my eyes adjust, I see them to be Crabbe and Goyle.

Both smirk at me. A smirk that makes me want punch them both, swipe the confidence they think they have away.

I settle a hand on my hip and glare at them as they stalk closer to me. "What do you want—" I begin to say before I get cut off by one of them belting a loud:

"Confundus!"

Immediately, I feel slightly dazed and confused. My things drop to the carpeted floor beneath me and I stumble for a moment before finding my footing again.

I smile vaguely, I'm feeling confused, but so, so happy. I choke out a small laugh and look at Crabbe and Goyle who still stand in front of me.

"Quick, get the flask," Crabbe instructs harshly to Goyle.

He brings out a small vile with a faint green liquid inside. I don't know what it is, but it looks lovely.

"Drink this," Crabble holds up the flask to my nose and it smells foul, but I breathe in the aroma like it's the most wonderous smell.

I nod, dazed, but willing to do whatever they say. I take the flask and down the liquid in one gulp. I gag. I feel sobered for one moment and begin to scold them, saying, "What in the devils was tha—" then the overwhelming feeling of happiness, like before, but even greater, fuller. My eyes probably light up with giddiness as I gaze about the common room, soaking up every detail with a newly profound appreciation for everything green and black, which is the majority of the room.

I gasp at the sights in the room. It's shining and spinning and sparkling like nothing I've ever seen. It's beautiful. I hear muffled snickers from behind me. I turn to see Crabbe and Goyle laughing. "Why are you laughing?" I ask in a slur, confused. I stumble when I turn around to look at them.

They laugh harder at my question. Suddenly, I become very self-conscious. Was it my voice? Do I sound weird or something? Is my shirt on backwards? I furrow my brows at them as they howl with laughter.

In that moment, footsteps echo down the boys' dormitory stairs. Draco comes down, dressed in a Slytherin sweatshirt and black slacks. He looks at the situation and Crabbe and Goyle start sprinting for the door to the corridor immediately when they spot Draco.

I turn around again (why is it suddenly so hard to balance on my own two feet?) my vision blurring, head spinning, room spinning.

Draco rushes to my side just as my knees give out and I nearly go crashing to the floor, the lovely green floor. He catches me under my arms and hoists me up to a sort of standing position, where my back against his chest for balance.

I look up at him and smile lazily. He has several faces, and all of them are just as pretty as the other. I giggle. "You're lovely," I say through a slur again. Then I remember how the other boys laughed at me after I spoke and snap my lips shut, self-conscious again, frowning.

He moves his hands from holding my arms to holding my waist. "My gods, Ellis. What did they do to you?" he asks, more to himself then to me, but then I'm grinning again, studying his lovely face.

"You're lovely," I say again, slurring.

He looks away from my face and up at the ceiling which makes me pout. "Okay," he says, lifting my upper half up again, so I stand up a little straighter. He gently lifts up my arm and wraps it around his neck, so we are side by side and helps me up some steps that I stumble over. He leads me to a door I'm unfamiliar with and opens it to reveal a room I'm too dazed and unfocused to pay any attention to. Why would I look at the room when I could I look at him?

"You're lovely," I keep saying through slurs, and every time, he doesn't respond. "Has anyone ever told you that? You look lovely," I sigh as he lowers me onto something soft and cushioned. My ears are ringing and I barely hear him, only see his mouth moving as he bends down in front of me. I look down at him, thrilled to see him from a different angle. I giggle.

"Lovely," I say, I don't how many times that word comes out of my mouth, but I say it over and over and over again until Draco lets out a firm:

"Y/n."

a/n: I know I came up with this, but those bastards, Crabbe and Goyle smh.

Btw, yes, she is drunk. Find out how and what happens in the next chapter ;)