Song- Consequences

"What the fuck?!" was shouted five seconds after the scream had echoed, and Draco's eyes flew open at the familiar voice.

He rushed forward, leaning over the wall, and sure enough, far down below him, Blaise was sprawled across Harry, trying to get off of him.

"Harry!" he shouted, joy and relief rushing through him at the sight.

A pause. "Draco?"

"Don't let him leave! I'll be right down!"

"Draco, wha-"

Draco was already gone, running down the stairs much faster than he ever should, until he dashed out the door and ran to the spot underneath the tower.

Harry stared at him in confusion. Blaise was sitting on the ground, looking dazed and upset.

"Prince Draconis," Harry said, bowing.

"Shut up. Blaise knows."

"Oh." Harry's cheeks turned slightly red, and he stood up. "What just happened?"

"My best friend in the world is a boy trapped in a girl's body, and he thought the world could never accept him," Draco said, eyes travelling to said best friend.

Harry's eyes also drifted to Blaise, before they slowly travelled up to the top of the tower.

"You..." he couldn't seem to be able to finish his sentence.

"Fuck off, golden boy," Blaise muttered. "Fuck you."

Draco shook his head. "Let's go inside, Blaise."

"No." Blaise's eyes were cold.

"Blaise..." Harry started.

"Shut up. You don't get to call me that. Not only did you have to ruin my life, you had to ruin my death, too?"

Harry blinked. "What?"

"Yeah, you wouldn't fucking understand, would you? You got him. He's fucking yours."

Harry looked like he was starting to understand what this was about. "I don't own him, Blaise. And we don't always get who we want in life."

"Fuck you, golden boy. Fuck. You." Blaise's eyes were cold, his words bitter as he stood. "You ruin everything, and I hate you."

"You've never even met me."

"I don't have to. You've ruined everything twice now, and I don't need a third time. Just fuck off and die, why don't you?"

"Blaise!" Draco shouted. "Stop it!"

Blaise's eyes swiveled to Draco. 

"Fuck. You," he spat. "You don't deserve to marry Pansy. Isn't she going through enough right now, without you destroying the wedding?"

"What is she going through?" Harry asked. 

"Haven't you heard, golden boy? Her fucking girlfriend Hermione broke up with her! And now, while she's crying in her room, Draco's out here, trying to get laid."

"Hermione?" Harry asked, shocked.

Draco stepped forward angrily. "I'm not trying to get laid, you fucking idiot! I'm out here because you decided to throw yourself off a fucking tower! And you want to say I'm hurting Pansy? How do you think she would feel about her best friend being fucking dead?"

"Fuck you, Draco Malfoy. Fuck you, and fuck your little fuck-buddy here, because it won't fucking last long, will it? Fuck. You." Blaise turned around and stormed off.

"Hermione is my best friend," Harry murmured. "I knew she broke up with someone recently, but I didn't know she was-" he broke off, sighing. "I just wanted to surprise you, and then I started this mess."

"You didn't start anything," Draco murmured, hugging him tightly. "You ended what could have been something horrible."