I Have To Tell You Something (d.m x reader)

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"You never did meet me that day to discuss our assignment.." Greengrass started a quiet conversation with Blaise who laughed in response.

"Diggory keeps looking at me, Draco, what do I do?" She leaned in, asking me. "I'm already nervous about this whole thing, I don't need.." she trailed off, sighing.

I leaned in, crossing my arms over the table to hear her better, and so she could hear me. Or was that just an excuse for something else these days?

"Don't look at him, look at me." I leaned back, looking into her eyes.

I could see everything, in a second I knew what she'd gone through, what she truly felt, and I felt guilty for looking into her mind like that, unbeknownst to her. Her mind was beautiful, it was filled with all sorts of colours, shapes, light, and hope. And it made me want to be near her even more, no matter how many times I reminded myself I couldn't commit to it.

We all finished dinner, and all walked out as one, shuffling again from the crowd.

"Y/n.." Diggory had breathed her name from a few people behind her. She turned around and I did the same. He looked livid at the sight of me.

"Are you alright?" He moved his eyes to her, trying to show some concern.

She looked at me, her mouth slightly open as she was going to answer.

"Don't talk to him." I seemed to order.

She closed it and looked ahead as we walked.

I took one final look at him, and to my pleasure he did not look pleased. Smirking a bit, I looked away.

We finally arrived at our common room as the crowd died down, and we entered. I wandered to the closed window deciding if I should look out of it, but I decided against it and just leaned my back against the wall. She followed me and stood in front of me.

I could already hear quiet conversations and chatter about people planning to escape the common room because they were sick of being locked up.

Before, I would have been up for that. But I'm not going to allow myself to be out in the open for my anyone to force me back home. I was never going back. Over my dead body.

I noticed Y/n making her way to the window beside me to peak through it but I didn't let her, grabbing her wrist before she could.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"I'm just.. bored. When I'm usually bored, I can wander the castle. But I can't right now." She clutched the fabric of the curtain but let go, her wrist still in my hand as I pulled her lightly towards me. I don't know why I had a sudden urge to be confident.

"You won't go off with those conspirers will you?" I whispered, motioning to a small group on the other side of the room.

She laughed softly. "Never." She shook her head and I allowed myself to give her small smile.

Her hand had twisted and her fingers went into mine, and I didn't dare break eye contact from her beautiful eyes and features. I became nervous at her confidence.

She was very straight forward, unlike me, not knowing what I really wanted. Her body leaned in ever so slightly to mine, her chest nearly touching mine.

I knew what she wanted, as her other hand went to rest on my shoulder, her eyes looking down at my lips then up at me every so often. She didn't move, like she was just studying deep into my eyes.

I think that nearly everything in my mind blared alarms of danger, or told me that I didn't know what I was doing with her.

But I didn't listen, and I couldn't help but have her. And so, I gave her what she wanted, and what I started to want also; a kiss.