Letters I Can't Send

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Draco's POV

I haven't run so fast in my life.

I was only a few stands behind her, when I saw her sway, then she toppled over. I rushed to her side as a few professors came to inspect the situation. Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head, her fists clenching and unclenching, her shoulders tense. She looked like she was having a seizure.

Quinn Carson looked at me like I was a maniac for rushing to Y/n's side, but she didn't say a word.

Now, we're in the hospital wing, and I can't believe that she's found herself in another situation like this. She was jerking violently, and Madame Pomfrey had to hold her down—it was...terrifying.

Quinn still has not said a word to me. I don't think she wants to. I don't know what Y/n has told her, but it mustn't be good.

So we sit, silently, beside Y/n's bed, her eyes closed now, but it's obvious that she is uncomfortable, she shakes every now and then, and I'm ready to spring into action if she needs aid from us at any point.

Madame Pomfrey comes into view, holding a rag that she uses to cool Y/n's forehead.

Quinn stands suddenly, her rage clear on her features. "Can't you do anything else?" she asks angrily.

Madame Pomfrey straightens her back and stares hard at the girl next to me. "The only thing we can do is wait for to wake," she says calmly.

"That's all?! You can't, like, give her something to make her wake up? Or put a spell on her? She's obviously suffering!" Quinn's fists clench at her sides.

Madame Pomfrey sighs, a quick, frustrated sigh. "No. I'm very sorry, Miss Carson and Mr. Malfoy, but I believe that whatever has overtaken Miss Ellis, is beyond my capabilities of fixing."

A sound slips past Quinn's lips; a cross between a sob and a scoff. "And there's no one in this damned school that can help?" she asks desperately.

"Miss Carson. I'm very sorry," is all that Madame Pomfrey says.

Quinn slumps back into the chair, hands covering her face as the nurse walks away.

Suddenly, Quinn looks up at me. "And what are you doing here?" I startle. "If you're just going to sit there and stare at her, you might as well just leave, and go back to your rat pack of friends,"

My eyes narrow at her, and my stubborn nature replaces my determination to be here when Y/n wakes. "Why should I leave?" it wasn't really a question, more of an accusation.

"You—you're—" she starts, trying to find the right words. "Why do you care?" she whispers.

I look at her, careful to keep my face blank. "I don't."

"Then why are you here right now?" she asks again, desperate.

"Fine, I'll leave if you want me to," I mutter.

Then, out of the blue, Y/n gasps and sits up, a horrified look in her eyes.

Quinn and I are on our feet in less than a second as her eyes search ours.

Those aren't her eyes, though. She looks wild, she looks bewitched. She's not awake, not really.

I look to Quinn who must be thinking the same thing. "She's not awake," I say in a frantic panic.

Y/n starts to exit the cot, and Quinn rushes to her side, holding her shoulder and pushing her back down against the creaky mattress. I immediately come to her aid. I help Quinn hold Y/n down as she thrashes against the bedsheets and claws at our arms.

"Madame Pomfrey!" Quinn shouts over and over, trying to get the nurse's attention. She comes rushing through the doorway of her office in no time at all and sees the commotion of the two of us restraining Y/n.

I look away for just a moment and see a figure standing in the doorway to the hospital wing. It looks like Professor Mad-Eye Moody. In the single confused moment, Y/n goes limp under my restraint as I see Moody walking away.

Odd.

Madame Pomfrey gives Quinn and I a stern look as we pull away from Y/n's limp body. "You two—you must leave. Go back to your common rooms. You have no place here right now. You may come to visit her when she is well."

..........

Quinn and I walk in silence toward the common room.

But I hear a sharp intake of breath from her. "I don't understand. You kiss her, you seem to care for her, but then you ignore her for a week. I don't understand,"

I don't speak for a moment, because I don't know how to respond. "I don't either." But I do know, I just wish I had never truly admitted it to myself.

..........

"It's not funny, Blaise," I say crossly in our dorm a few hours after the hospital wing.

"But you're telling me that your girlfriend had some seizure in the middle of the first task and then bewitched herself in the hospital wing—you're telling me that she's completely mental," he bursts out laughing again.

"Merlin," I mumble. "It's not funny."

"Oh, lighten up, bro. Hey, you didn't even flinch when I said she's your girlfriend," he begins laughing again.

I huff. "I'm taking a walk."

Blaise doesn't say a word as I grab a sweatshirt and head out the door. I realize now that all my friends are absolute dicks.

I know where I'm going as I walk through the dimly lit corridors, and I can't stop myself.

I turn into the hospital wing entrance, and I don't give a shit if anyone is inside and awake. I shove my hands in my pockets and spot Y/n in the same bed she was in earlier.

This time, she's awake.

She notices me and rests the book she was reading in her lap. then she looks straight at me as I walk toward her.

"What are you doing here?" she asks when I stand next to her bed. She sounds exhausted.

Without saying a word, I sit in the wooden chair, just looking at her. What am I doing here?

a/n: yall aren't ready for the plot I'm writing...so...

alsoI just have to remind yall that the Yule Ball also takes place in this schoolyear...hehehe