𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | h.j potter

harry potter, the triwizard champion

𝑨𝒍𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒂 (𝒏.)- 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆

𖠋𖠋

I could barely sleep a wink last night

After what happened with Harry last night I cried all night long.

I know.

I shouldn't have.

But I took his words to heart.

Because I really truly cared what he thought about me.

And now I finally knew.

My throat was dry and scratchy as I grab my wand and make my way down the steps and into the circular common room.

I had successfully avoided Harry.

The whole day I spent hiding in unoccupied classrooms during lunch, taking the longer way to classes, and sitting as far away from him as possible.

Hermione gives me a concerned look as I make my way over towards her.

"Where have you been?" she questions sharply.

I ignore her concern and sit in between her and Ron, purposely overlooking Harry.

It was clear that he didn't tell them what went down last night in the common room but the lingering sense of awkwardness was still present.

And it felt awful to avoid him.

Especially since he's my best friend.

The Great Hall was packed with students and staff alike as people rush to find a seat before the selection announcement.

I look over at Harry and he was already staring at me, his gaze set.

I bite my lip, trying to not let the words slip out of my mouth.

"Can we talk?" I say, staring at the brunet haired boy longingly.

He nods before mimicking my movements and following me into the entrance hall.

I let out a breath before turning and facing him, staring at him timidly.

"I feel like you're upset with me" Harry starts. "what did I say wrong last night?"

My lips slightly part, the words on the tip of my tongue feeling like they were about to tumble out of my mouth.

Everything I wanted to say.

About what he said.

And how I felt about it.

I wanted to scream at him for thinking I wasn't a "real" girl.

That I wasn't attractive because I was his best friend.

That freaking Cho Chang is just a silly crush.