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

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Draco's POV

I think she told me to stay away from her before, and look where that led us. But if that's what she wants, then I'll try.

I tried to explain to Blaise what happened, but he isn't buying any of it—I don't blame him—but that makes things a whole lot harder for me. I can barely even be around the guy without cringing at what he walked in on, and he saw me kiss her, he saw me display my affection for her, right there, when she didn't know. No one was supposed to know.

And I feel...guilty for kissing her now. For more reasons than the obvious now.

Even if we don't talk about it, there's this awkward tension between us, even though it shouldn't be real.

Today, is Halloween, which means it's the day we find out who the Triwizard Tournament champions are. Everyone is in the common room, getting ready to go down to the Great Hall for the feast. I immediately spot Y/n across the room, her arms wrapped around her middle, looking out upon the crowd, as if searching for someone. Her eyes graze over me, I mustn't be the one she's looking for. I follow her eyes to land on Quinn Carson, who stands a good 15 feet away from Y/n.

I noticed they don't talk anymore, barely even spare glances for each other.

The truth is, I'm worried about her. I see her alone everywhere, the color left her hollow cheeks. Shadows under her eyes tell me she hasn't been sleeping, or at least not much. I bite my tongue every time I look at her, every time I'm near her, to keep myself from saying something.

The truth is, when she yelled at me, I was half on her side, against myself, but the other half sided with myself, noticing flaws in her points, but my side of the argument got swallowed up by her anger and her leaving. I wouldn't have wanted to fight with her anymore though. I hated every second of it.

I'll fight with anyone else, just not her.

I wish I could tell her that I never thought of her as a damsel, someone to pity, as someone for me to save. I always thought of her as invincible, untouchable. She could change my mind on any topic without even giving her time to blink. But I don't want to see her hurt. I don't want her fire to be diminished or played with, messed with. So yes, if I must save her in her few helpless moments, I will, if it means her fire will come back.

Right now, that fire is gone. I know she can help herself, take care of herself, but it doesn't look like she is. And it's hard to stay away from her when, from the looks of it, she needs someone right now. But I will try my best to heed her wishes of staying away from her.

........

The three champions are chosen from the Goblet of Fire—Fluer Delacour, Victor Krum and our very own Cedric Diggory.

As we all whisper and pass coins under the table on who we betted to get chosen, something phenomenal happens.

As Dumbledore announces the champions and shows us the Triwizard cup, the flames in the Goblet of Fire start flicking and searing about ferociously, like it's about to spew out another name. I watch in confusion as the rest of the room cheers and pay no attention to the Goblet.

Snape appears to have noticed as well, and points to the flaming goblet, turning everyone's attention to the cup.

We watch in silence as the goblet spits out a small sheet of paper, like it had for the other champions it chose, and Dumbledore catches it, looking at it warily.

I must be the first to hear his quiet voice when he says, "Harry Potter."

He scans the crowd, this time saying the name louder for all to hear. "Harry Potter," it rings around the room, everyone murmuring, searching the Great Hall for Potter.