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

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Y/n's POV      (Your dress above...also, body positivity, this almost hourglass shape is not what your need to look like or something, and, of course, whatever your body, YOU WOULD LOOK AMAZING IN IT :) <3)

It's Christmas Eve.

I got a dress. It's emerald green and looks like poison ivy—vine-like pieces falling over the dress, acting as straps over my shoulders.

But as I look in the mirror, I think about the events from last weekend.

I was with Quinn in the courtyard, snow falling to no end, decorating our hair and clothes with white snowflakes.

I remember seeing Harry Potter stalking towards us, and chose to ignore him. Until he was right there in front of me.

"Wangoballwime?" he had said, and I stared at him, trying to decipher the words that had come out of his mouth.

"Sorry?"

"Do you want to go to the ball with me?" he repeated in proper English.

I had been caught so off guard, so I looked to Quinn, who had a blank expression plastered on her face, but I could tell she was biting her cheek.

So I looked back to him and shrugged—the one thing I shouldn't have done—and said "sure."

Now I'm rethinking my decisions severely. I can fully tell now that Quinn did not like this decision. I think knows me better than I know myself.

"It's a beautiful dress," she whispers as she comes up behind me in the dorm.

I shrug. "It is."

She can tell something is wrong with me and she knows what. "It won't be bad, I'm sure." She tries to reassure me, but even she knows this wasn't the smartest choice. "And, well, I don't want to add to your disappointment, but I heard Malfoy is going with Pansy." I hear her voice twist with disgust.

I keep my face a clean, blank slate. "Why would that add to my disappointment?" I say, as convincingly as I can.

I hear her scoff from behind me. "I'm your best friend, Y/n. Do you think I wouldn't notice?"

I look at my fingers. "Notice what."

She falls back onto her bed. "The glances, the way he talks to you, the way you've kissed before—"

"That was a very long time ago and meant nothing and I do not like being reminded of that," I say crossly.

She puts her hands up in the air in defense. "Fine, but I'm just saying that I can tell there is not nothing there."

Then she leaves. Leaves me alone in our dorm for me to think. I'm not mad at her, but I'm mad at myself. For more reasons than one.

..........

I am aware that I am spending New Years at Malfoy Manor with the Malfoy's and Bronny's. I don't understand why I can't just go to Quinn's for the holiday, but I suppose something like family is the world I live in now.

I check my wristwatch. Harry is late.

So I lean against the wall outside the Great Hall, watching everyone going in, all the girls' pretty dresses and the boys' dress robes. Everyone looks so...happy.

I see Quinn and wave her over.

"You look goooooood," she says as she looks me up and down. I can't suppress the smile that graces my lips.

"Thanks—and you look—I mean wow," I stare at the silky black dress that drapes over her skin and she does a spin.

Then she sees something behind me. "I think your date is here..." she says. I turn around and see Harry. "Good luck," she whispers, patting my arm lovingly.

I walk awkwardly up to Harry and he smiles just as awkwardly. "You look—nice." He looks me up and down in a way that makes me want to hide from him and everyone else, so they don't look at me.

I rearrange the dress to make sure it covers my shoes. I couldn't bare to wear heels, so I slipped on my Converse just before I left the dorm. Hopefully nobody notices.

We are about to head into the Great Hall when Professor McGonagall stops us. "Oh, there you are, Mr. Potter. Are you and Miss Ellis ready?"

"'Ready?' Professor?" Harry repeats, confused.

"To dance—it's traditional that the three Champions—well in this case, four—are the first to dance. Surely I told you that?" she replies.

"...no." Harry looks miserable now. I can't help but wonder if this is more of a mistake than I originally thought.

"Oh, well now you know." McGonagall shakes her head subtly and pulls her thin lips into a straight line.

Then she tries to usher the rest of the students into the Great Hall.

I hear someone's heels clicking down the stone steps and I turn around to see Hermione Granger descending the stairs, her hair up in a beautiful bun, while her dress—her dress—cascades off her in pink ruffles. She looks amazing.

I watch her as Victor Krum approaches her, and she takes his arm.

"Hermione," I catch her attention and she smiles at me. "You look lovely."

"You as well, Y/n," she cannot seem to stop grinning, which makes me laugh as I thank her and tell her to have a good evening.

Eventually, it is our time to enter the Great Hall. I tentatively take Harry's arm and follow the other three couples into the Hall.

We are expected to have the first dance. Harry. Looks. Terrified.

"Put your hand on my waist," I state firmly, and he looks at me with a face of pure terror. When he doesn't do as I tell him, I take his hand place it there myself. The music starts a moment later and we're off.

I quickly learn that this boy doesn't have a clue how to dance. So I try my best to lead him on the dance floor, hinting at every movement, every turn and every jump.

I accidentally catch my gaze with Draco's, who is watching me with a scowl of distaste. Pansy tugs on his arm and startles him out of his scowling. I feel a shiver run down my spine.

Soon enough, the rest of the students and staff are on the dance floor and it's easier to hide our mistakes. 

a/n: i didn't love this chapter, i just thought it was kinda boring, but the yule ball will be continuing next chapter =)