DISCONTINUED--Letters I Can't Send (draco x reader)

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Draco's POV

No, of course, I didn't miss the swipe of her hand on her jeans, blood on her hands (and also now on her jeans), and I can't even begin to explain how the first wand she tried split in half from her touch. I'm not sure whether to congratulate or fear her.

The adults have left us alone for the next hour in Diagon Alley to do all of our school shopping. I don't think they understand the relationship Y/n and I have—we can't be trusted alone.

"I, uh, think I'm going to go to the restroom first," Y/n says and hurries for the bathrooms nearby.

"Don't take too long!" I call out to her as she disappears out of sight into the restroom.

When she emerges a few minutes later, I notice her clutching something in her fist. A paper towel, I think. It's the same hand that was bleeding in Ollivander's shop not too long ago.

"You should get a bandage or something for that, Ellis," I say, sneaking another glance at her hand. She tucks it behind her back so I can't see.

"Don't worry about me, Malfoy, I can handle it." she says and I know it's only to spite me.

"I wasn't worried," I quickly try to clarify. I huff. "You're exhausting."

She cracks a small smile at that and I try to ignore how it makes want a smile myself.

I clear my throat and ask, "What do we need first?" Y/n take a list out of the back pocket of her jeans.

"Uh, we should probably get new robes... we need The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 4), Magical Theory, A History of Magic Intermediate Transfiguration...and a whole lot of other stuff that I don't need to tell you." I roll my eyes at her laziness.

I snatch the list from her hands and read over the supplies we need. She's right, though, it is a lot. I examine the list a moment longer before a drop of water plops onto the parchment, making the ink bleed.

More drops of water patter against the paper and on the pavement all around us.

"It's raining," Y/n breathes. She says it so calmly, so much like it's a relief. I look at her and she staring up at the sky with a contentedness in her features that almost makes me want to smile, to look at her and watch that smile creep up her lips as the rain falls harder on her cheeks.

I watch her with a contentedness of my own. But she catches me looking at her and I look away.

"Yes, astute observation, Ellis, it is raining." I say in a no shit sort of way. I see her glaring at me out of the corner of my eye and I smirk. The rain is pelting down on us by now, and its practically only us standing in the middle of Diagon Alley.

I stare at her for a moment again, now suddenly so close to me, just to see her hair plastered to her face and scalp, and all I want to do in this second is something I know I'll regret. So, I don't.

"We should find somewhere to wait out the rain," I say, tearing my gaze from hers. I flex my hands at my sides, as if not to grab her face and do that thing I'll regret. I lightly grab her arm and tug her in the direction of the nearest shop, before remembering what happened to her and releasing her arm.

I've pulled us into Flourish & Blotts book store, coincidentally, just where we need to be. I look at Y/n, still soaked to the bone, but staring into space, a hand clutching the arm I had held. Guilt washes over me at what I had done and I feel awful. I clench my jaw tight after seething out a firm, "Ellis," to catch her attention.

She looks up at me, startled from her trance. "Oh," she looks around. "Flourish & Blotts." The certain pep she had left her eyes and actions. She's stiff and her lips are practically glued shut. I know it's my fault for grabbing her arm, causing everything from last year to crash onto her without warning. I want to make her feel safe, I want all that hurt to go away and I don't want to be her problem anymore. That person she needs to look out for and hate.

I think to when I kissed last year. I think how I shouldn't have done that. I think of how Pansy thought there was something between us.

I won't kiss her again. I won't think of her as anything else other than the unsufferable girl who goes to the same school as I do, I tell myself.

I realize I've been staring at her again and I snap out of it immediately.

Y/n clears her throat. "Where did Amanda and Narcissa say they were going?" she asks uncomfortably, shifting on her feet.

"...they're meeting my father and Zachary." I say, bringing myself back to the present moment.

"And where are they?" Merlin, why is she so keen on their whereabouts? I huff.

"Somewhere around here—how should I know, Ellis." I say in an accusing tone. I hear her scoff.

"Looking for books?" a voice says from behind me. I turn to see a short old women, with a tight bun placed precariously atop her head, peering at us behind large, high prescription glasses.

I hand her our list, the ink now smudged around the page from the rain. She squints to make out the words, but manages to lead us around the shop, finding all of our books for us.

Y/n stalks silently behind us, still quiet as a mouse.

a/n: this was a short one, i know. vague and sort of filler for the story, so... but hope you enjoyed.

It's been a while again, my bad gang. But its Christmas time and I wish I could right a Holiday chapter but, alas...lol.