Untouched Draco x reader

A shadow in the walls.

He's everything I should hate. He's everything everyone hates yet I can't help but notice how my heart flips whenever a glimpse of him is uttered.

"It's bloody crazy, that's what it is." Ron says fuming. I swear if I stare hard enough at him then I would see steam clouds bubbling out of his ears.

"What?", I ask estranged to the conversation.

"Draco", My heart stops, gets entangled between my lungs making it hard to breathe properly," He's going to be a prefect in the Slytherin house" Ron explains and continues to chew on a sweet clasped between his teeth. Wrappers litter around his lap like Christmas ornaments. He looks like a child who had never tasted sugar before in his life.

"It's not that crazy if you think about it really" Hermione says and snatches a candy from Ron's lap.

"I need some air", I say in a hurry and get out of the train cubicle before anyone can protest, not that anyone really will. I don't really fit into their friend group, so to speak. I don't fit into anyone's friend group and I tell myself that it's safer that way. I chose the oath of loneliness on my own accord.

As I exit the cubicle I briefly hear how Harry protests to Hermione's observation.

I can't be in the same place where he is being discussed, especially when every word is filled with hatred. I know that he's not a very good person. I know the rhyme of it by heart. Still I can't stand it. I excuse myself from a situation entirely when he is mentioned. No one really notices though, which on my part is good. I don't poses friends. I poses books stacked on each other like bricks made out of castle walls, ink scratches on parchment and letters I've poured my soul into that will never be sent.

"You need anything darling?", A woman asks, hunched over a cart stacked with candy. My eyes rack the different types of electibles she has but still, to my disappointment, there's nothing that contains caffeine and each year I attend Hogwarts I suffer from the lack of it.

"No, thank you", I smile at the lady and she moves further down the pathway.

Maybe...
I have grown stronger, maybe I can conjure up a cup of coffee for myself.

My dad told me, when I was still very small, that matter can not be created out of nothing and nor can it be completely destroyed. He and I were both oblivious over my powers back then and he crushed a little girl's happiness right then and there without blinking or noticing. He never knew that my mother was a wizard and still doesn't. He's under the impression that I'm at some fancy boarding school but he never really acknowledged my absence anyway.

Cities with twinkling street lights and woods with vast green fields flash past the small window. A strike of silver flashes over the window, almost as a lightning strike. A image pops into my head of a boy with silver hair slicked back and his half witted comments at Harry and Ron and Hermione and everyone else except for me. I press myself against the walls and pillars of rooms so no one can notice me. A bad habit I picked up at home. I observe people, rooms, behaviours. One of the people who gets more of my attention than I'd like to admit, is currently the boy that's struck my thought. I know most of him than anyone else really does because I look into him more than most people do yet I am still only but am observer. He doesn't know my name and I'm pretty sure no one else in this damned life really knows it.

"Y/n!"

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