Letters I Can't Send

15

Draco's POV

Hid from the party and snogged Pansy, got on the train to go back to Hogwarts and snogged Pansy, tripped into the carriage and snogged Pansy on the way up to the castle.

To be completely honest though, I don't know why I'm doing this. Pansy is a nice friend, but this is more of what she wants, not me. She wants to snog me 24/7 with no breaks for air, and make our little relationship public to everyone.

And I think I must be going crazy because as soon as we walk into the Great Hall, hand-in-hand, I see Y/n watching me, a look of disgust on her face. So, then I must not be crazy if she's disgusted by seeing Pansy and I together. I walk a little taller, proud to be the source of her repulse.

..........

It's late in the common room, everyone is still up and about, too lively and giddy to be sleeping.

Pansy and I sit on one of the leather couches and she plays with my hair. I hate the feeling of her hands in my hair, but I let her do it anyway.

She tries to turn my head for a kiss, but I decline. "Not right here in front of everyone, Pansy," I hiss, irritated. 

"It's not that big of a deal—nobody cares anyway," She tries to kiss me again, but I swat her hand away. She looks confused and angry—like she's ready to get up and snog someone else in the room. I wouldn't mind that, I think.

Then Y/n walks in. I notice her presence immediately and turn to Pansy once more. "On second thought—" I say and kiss her. Pansy is absolutely pleased with this and kisses me back as she has for the last week. It's a familiar feeling by now, though, my lips need a break--but i'll do it at the expense of Y/n's misery.

I open my eyes for a mere second and see Y/n tug on Quinn's sleeve and pull her away from the common room and back up the steps to their dorm. Mission accomplished. I break my lips from Pansy's and she looks flustered but like the happiest girl in Hogwarts.

..........

The next few days are bleak, dry, if you will. Classes seem harder and Pansy's constant need for me and my attention doesn't help my case.

I take my seat in charms class, pull out my books, parchment and a quill, minding my own business for once, before Professor Flitwick hobbles over to me and says, "See me after class, Mr. Malfoy," That's all he says and leaves me no time to respond before he heads back to his post.

Charms is one of the most uneventful, saddest classes here at Hogwarts, a waste of time, I'd say. I would say I'm a good student, get good grades to make my parents happy, I don't want to be that crass kid with a tutor or something.

But charms is different. If anything, I can learn things from my father, and not from a tiny wizard who probably hates me like the rest of the teachers here.

It's the last class of the day—and a Friday—so as soon as this class ends, everyone flies out of the classroom to get to their common rooms before dinner.

I tell Blaise and the others I'd catch up with them, but I don't tell them I need to see Flitwick for Merlin-knows-what.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy." Flitwick says as he looks up from his desk to meet my not-so-friendly gaze. I notice Y/n out of the corner of my eye, packing her things and slowly making her way down to Flitwick herself. What does she have to do with this?

As soon as Y/n is at Flitwick's side, he continues to speak. "Mr. Malfoy, you are aware that you're failing my class at the moment," I nod vaguely and see Y/n appearing to be holding in a laugh. I'll make her regret that later. "Miss Ellis here is very gifted at charms. I want her to be your tutor." I raise my eyebrows in shock.

"Sir—" I say, a Y/n seems to be just as astonished as me to be hearing this.

"You can't be serious—" She breathes.

"No, no, no." Flitwick waves off our complaints. "I don't want to hear it—I want you to pass, Mr. Malfoy, and I'm sure you want to too, so I'm giving the best. I trust that you will be a good teacher, Miss Ellis? And I'll have you meet every Friday here after class for lessons—starting today. Understand?" He stands from his chair and clasps his hands together in a "case-closed" manor.

Both Y/n and I give mild grunts of agreement as Flitwick exits the classroom, leaving just the two of us in the large empty classroom.

"Merlin, this'll be hell," Y/n huffs.

"That might be the only thing we can agree on, Ellis," I cross my arms and watch her from across the room.

"Come on," she says, and walks swiftly my way. "Let's find a better classroom." i glance around the charms room, papers and books, quills of all sorts are strewn across the floor and over desks--Professor Flitwick does not keep his class tidy, to say the lease. 

She grabs my sleeve and pulls me along behind her. I don't exactly know what she means by "find a better classroom" but judging by the looks of Flitwick's, I've got an idea. I follow wherever she's going, slightly amused by her irritation.

We trudge down the halls and she peers into classrooms, looking for an empty one, I suppose.

Then, all of the sudden, as we walk down the empty corridor, the bare wall at the end of the hall starts shifting. We both freeze and stare as the wall repositions itself into two large doors.

"What the hell—" Y/n starts as she lets go of my sleeve and gapes at the two doors that appeared in front of us.

I cut her off by saying, "The Room of Requirement," I say softly, astonished that we found it.

"The what?" She asks and turns her head for a mere moment to look at me, before looking back at the two doors.

"The Room of Requirement. It appears when one most needs it," I clear my throat as I slightly gape at it myself.

"Well, then. Shall we?" Y/n says sarcastically and heads towards the doors. I follow close behind her, eager to see what the room will come up with for us.

As we pull the doors open, the room is revealed to be mostly open space, but with a crackling fire, a couch and a few plush armchairs. There are a few shelves with some books, the ceiling is high with a small chandelier hanging from its highest point. A circular rug lays in the middle of the room, adding to the cozy feeling. Not what I was expecting for practicing charms.

We both take our time, exploring the room for a couple of minutes before we met back in the middle of the room. I stand only about a foot away from her; she looks up at me with a determined look in her eyes.

"Ready?" She asks.

"Let's get this over with." I reply in only partial honesty.

A/n: hehe

He's already irritated with pansy—that's sad. I don't hate pansy, but I don't love her, so... I kinda feel bad...but think what you will of her.