Letters I Can't Send

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Y/n's POV

Stuck in a room with Draco Malfoy might be my worst nightmare. Yes, I know he's helped me before, when things have gotten tough, but he's still a brat when he has to be—there's no denying that.

Professor McGonagall made us clean her classroom from top to bottom in an hour. She said she wants her candelabras to shine.

She leaves us alone in a room for an hour? What does she expect to happen? Us to actually get work done? Who knows, maybe we will get work done—but I highly doubt it.

"Okay," I huff and put my hands on my hips. "Let's get this done and out of the way."

Draco grunts in agreement and starts collecting books from off the desks. I grab a cloth and start wiping the dust from shelves and off desks.

"Oh, I never thanked you," I start as I wipe down a wooden desk. "For getting me detention after class when I have a History of Magic paper due tomorrow."

"Don't think it's just you, Ellis, I've got that paper too, you know." He says and I roll my eyes.

"I bet you already have it done, don't you, Mr. I'm-so-on-top-of-things-and-get-my-school-work-done-weeks-before-it's-due." I hear him scoff from behind me.

"And I bet you don't, Miss I-can't-see-past-the-next-hour-and-can't-actually-get-things-done." I turn around to him scowling at me. I sneer back at him.

"I think you should watch your mouth, Malfoy," I take a step toward him—a warning.

"I think you should do the same, Ellis," He takes a step closer, just as I did, but he looms over me and I need to look up at him. Not a great for my cause.

With my eyes still narrowed and glued to his icy blue ones, I say, "Why did you do it? Why did you punch him," I say in a softer, lower tone, but my voice never looses it firm, anger fueled touch.

Draco looks almost like he's struggling to find words. "Justice," he finally says.

Now I'm the taken aback one. "Justice, huh?" I pause, drinking in the single word he said. "Justice for me? Or for you,"

He opens his mouth and then closes it again. "What justice would be for me? It was for you, love, is that what you wanted to hear?" He leans a bit closer to me less than a foot of space separating us.

I bite the inside of my cheek. "If I say thank you, will you promise not to make a big fuss over it?" I say lowly.

He hesitates and takes a strand of my hair hanging over my shoulder and tugs on it gently. "Under one condition,"

Oh, Merlin. What will he insist on. "And what's that?" I say, my eyes never straying from his, following his gaze wherever they went.

He looks back at me, my eyes, letting my hair fall on my shoulder again. "I want to know what music you listen to through those muggle earbuds of yours,"

I freeze. "That's what you want to know?" I gape at him.

He chuckles softly. "Yes, love, I want to know what music you listen to—is that so hard to believe?"

I stare at him a few moments longer, not saying a word, just looking at him, studying him, before I turn away and go to my bag. He follows me to the desk where my bag lays and watches me take a small contraption out.

"It's a muggle item, it connects to muggle headphones, or earbuds." I show him the small black box and tap a button that turns it on. The box lights up and Draco looks shocked. I laugh at his reaction. "I got it in the states, so—guessing from your reaction—I bet they don't have them here, do they," He shakes his head and studies the contraption closely. "I think it's called an MP3 Player," I clarify.