"Set your course by the stars, not by every passing ship."

Harry glared. Of course Draco Malfoy was being fucking perfect as always, smiling as one of his many friends handed him a pencil.

Fucking idiot forgot his pencil, Harry thought bitterly.

He knew Draco wasn't an idiot, he was just distracting himself with hateful thoughts to avoid just how hopelessly attracted to the boy he was. Still, he would continue to pretend he was normal and straight and that Draco Malfoy hadn't ruined his life by existing.

To be fair, Harry's life wasn't much to start with. He was already depressed and borderline suicidal before he met Draco, it was just that Draco had made him realize just one more horrible thing about himself; that he was gay.

He couldn't keep going down that line of thought, or he would have an anxiety attack.

Unfortunately, he had realized that a little too late, and now his breathing was starting to speed up.

That tended to happen whenever he thought too much about how much he hated himself.

Can't be here, can't be here, rang through his head as he rose his hand. Their teacher nodded at him, and he pointed at the door. She sighed and nodded.

He stood up from his chair far too fast to be considered casual, and several heads turned toward him, including the blonde himself.

Fuck, Harry thought. You had to be fucking obvious about it, didn't you?

He ignored the curious faces turned toward him, and left the classroom as quickly as possible, rushing to the nearest bathroom.