chapter seventeen

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by nqncysluvr

by nqncysluvr

GOBLET OF FIRE

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SHE COULDNT remember a time in her life when she had been this bored. it was a week into summer and harry had still yet to write her. she contemplated writing first but, she was too nervous. she laid in bed, head buried in her pillow as she groaned.

"alyra?" she heard draco's voice in her door way as her bedroom opened, and immediately picked her head up from her pillow, blonde hair falling all in her face, "ly, you alright?"

"yes, i'm quite alright." she nodded simply, pushing her hair out of her face as she sat up, folding her hands in her lap, "just bored."

just then, an owl showed up near her window, a letter in its beak, alyra widened her eyes as she recognized the owl as harry's.

"who's written you, ly?" draco asked as the girl quickly scrambled to take the letter

"it was stella." she quickly lied before shoving the letter into her pillow case as draco raised his eyebrows at her in suspicion, "stella wrote me."

"then why the bloody hell are you hiding it?" he asked, leaning against his sisters bedroom doorway

"because i don't want you snooping in my stuff." she replied, shrugging a little

"whatever, ly." he shook his head, rolling his eyes at her, "i'll leave you alone now, just wanted to check on you."

"okay, bye." she waved to him as he left the room, shutting her door behind him, she got out of her bed quickly and clicked the lock before pulling the letter out of her pillow case

she smiled at the closed envelope, she was almost too scared to open it up, she wanted to know what he wrote to her but, she didn't want to at the same time. she knew her and harry had feelings for one another, that was confirmed by their few near kissing moments. it was confirmed by the way he made her laugh. the way she made him smile. the way her stomach exploded into a million little fireworks whenever he looked at her. the way she'd slept in his gryffindor hoodie 3 nights out of the week she'd been home for the summer. it still smelled like him.

she ran her hand along the letter, and carefully tore off the seal as she laid out on her bed, propping herself up on her elbows as she read the letter, smiling widely and giggling like a kid just at the way he introduced the letter

my dearest, alyra jane

i wasn't sure weather you'd write first or not so i took matters into my own hands. it is currently 4:00 in the morning, not even a week into the break yet, and you're all i can think about.

i really wish i kissed you before we left, i should've done it, i wanted to really bad, and i could tell you wanted to as well.

i wanted to write you to let you know how much you run my mind, you are all i think about. not literally, but basically.

i can't wait to see you again next term

-harry

she felt her face heat up to a bright red when she finished the letter, he was right, she did wanna kiss him. and she was all he thought about? she quickly got out of her bed and grabbed her quill and ink, and a clear sheet of parchment and began writing

hello harry!

i miss you as well, and im glad you wrote. i too can't wait to see you next term and you're right, i do want to kiss you. really bad. and you're all i think of as well.

im insanely bored here. i just lay around in my bedroom at the manor, i really have nothing to do here.

i hope to hear from you again soon

yours, alyra

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in a letter i received from you a few weeks ago i noticed a comma in the middle of the phrase. it changed the meaning. did you intend it? one
stroke and you've consumed my waking days it says "my dearest, angelica" with a comma after dearest. youve written "my dearest, angelica."