𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | h.j potter

yule ball ii

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I couldn't recognize if the tightness in my chest came from my breasts being squished in this tight bodice or nerves.

I felt so stupid. So stupid at the way I looked at him.

Sweat has started to bead around my forehead as I exit the nicely decorated Great Hall, apologetically pushing past the heard of students damming up the entrance hall corridor.

It was cooler out here. I can finally breathe.

I lean against the cool stone wall, smoothing out the lace skirts of my dress as I try and slow my breathing, taking in small deep breaths as I clutch my side.

I need to get it together. Cedric is waiting for me inside and I don't want him to think I was hiding from him. I couldn't possibly manage to ruin this night for him again.

I take in a shaky breath, my lungs feeling as though it was their first time taking in air.

"Blythe" Harry calls, his voice hoarse.

I turn and face him, his tie hanging loosely around his neck as he inches near me. I let out a sigh as he approaches me, his steps quick. "Why are you following me?" I question angrily. "Cedric isn't out here to take advantage of me so you need not worry"

He lets out a breath. "Bly—"

"—Shouldn't you be inside dancing with your girlfriend Cho Chang?" I spit, cutting him off. "she looks very lovely by the way"

"She's not my girlfriend" he replies, annoyance laced in his voice. "You know that, Blythe"

I roll my eyes, staring down at my feet as the tense silence sets in.

"Are you cold?" he questions after a while, peeling off his dress coat.

I nod standoffishly and he drapes his coat over my shoulders. The velvet raven coat hung loosely on my shoulders but I didn't care, I was grateful for the subtle warmth.

"I just want to talk to you" he starts, inching towards me. "You look beautiful by the way, B"

I let out a small cough as heat rushes to my cheeks. "Thank you"

I felt out of place in this gown. At this ball. How could I have possibly believed in my wildest dreams that Harry would look at me like he did Cho this evening?

His gaze was set on me and I instantly cross my arms over my chest, shielding myself from him. "Why did you follow me out here?" I repeat, my back turned towards him.

"We haven't talked in days, Blythe" he replies.

"So now you're ready to talk?" I hiss, finally turning towards him. "After avoiding me the entire night?"

"Who said I was avoiding you?" he questions his cheeks a fair shade of pink. "I could barely take my eyes off of you"

My face goes hot and the butterflies that swarmed rampantly in my stomach were soon disintegrated by the anger that usually lingered.

He was doing it again.

"I hate you" I hiss, putting space in between us.