Song- Caught In The Fire

Six days before his wedding, Pansy rushed up to Draco, crashing into his chest and hugging him tightly, tears soaking his shirt.

"Pansy?!" he cried, surprised.

She didn't respond, sobbing harder.

"C'mon." He scooped her up easily and carried her to his room, ignoring the suggestive look one of the maids gave him at what he appeared to be doing.

He gently laid Pansy on his bed and closed his door.

"What's wrong, Pans?" he asked softly, sitting down and allowing her to curl up in a ball, head resting on his lap.

She continued to tremble and cry, but spoke through her broken sobs.

"Hermione- broke- with me- wedding- hates me- said we were- weird- disturbing- unnatural-" Pansy couldn't seem to continue, dissolving into tears.

 "Oh God, Pansy, I'm so sorry," Draco whispered, hugging her tighter and making a mental note to have a conversation with one Hermione Granger.

Pansy sat up, but continued to rest her head on Draco's shoulder as she cried.

"Am I a freak, Draco?" she whispered, voice hoarse from crying.

"If you are, I am."

"Maybe we both are. Maybe we're both fucked up freaks who weren't meant to be in this world in the first place."

Draco couldn't help but agree in his mind. 

He didn't say anything about her words, and Pansy didn't say anything about the tears that fell on the top of her head.

Across the castle at the same time, Blaire Zabini screamed into the night and asked the stars why she couldn't have been born a boy.