Song- Just A Dream 

"His name is Harry," Draco said when he finally returned to his room.

Blaire looked up, confused. "Hm?"

"The boy. With the green eyes. I found him. His name is Harry."

"Okay."

"He lives with his aunt and his uncle and his cousin, and they seem like an unpleasant lot."

"Okay."

"His parents are dead."

"Okay."

"Why do you just keep saying okay?" Draco asked, frustrated.

"What do you want me to say?" Blaire shot back angrily. "That I support you starting to become obsessed with this commoner? That I think it's okay for you to like him? Because if I do say that, you'll get angry and tell me-"

"I'm not gay!" Draco shouted. "I don't like boys, and I certainly don't like commoner boys!"

"What about girls who are secretly boys?" Blaire asked, sounding broken.

"What?" Draco said, caught off guard.

"What if there was a girl who wanted to be a boy but never could, who was in love with you? Would you like her?"

"Blaire, what are you on about?" Draco asked. 

"Never mind," Blaire murmured.

Draco's mind was overflowing with confusion.

I'm not gay. I don't like boys. I don't like Harry. Boys are not attractive. Boys are not attractive. Boys are not attractive boys are not attractive boys are not attractive boys are not-

"I have to go," Draco whispered, standing up and bolting out the door.

He ran until he finally found the throne room, bursting in and ignoring the shocked looks from his and Pansy's parents.

"Pansy, I need to talk to you," he said breathlessly.

"It's Persephone," Pansy's mother corrected.

Pansy said nothing, just gave him a strange look and followed him out of the throne room.

Draco walked with her to the gardens, before she finally spoke.

"What's going on, Draco?"

Draco looked at her, taking a deep breath.

"We're getting married in less than two months, and we haven't even kissed each other or done anything engaged couples are supposed to do."

Pansy looked slightly worried. "Draco, what are you-"

Draco kissed her.

She froze for a moment, before hesitantly kissing him back.

It was Draco's first kiss, and he knew first kisses were supposed to suck, but he also knew they were supposed to have an element of passion to them.

This did not. This was just mouth on mouth, boring, no sparks, no joy, no passion.

Draco pulled away, sighing and closing his eyes.

"Why- why did you do that?"

His eyes flew open at Pansy's voice, which sounded cracked and tear-filled, and when he saw her, he realized she was indeed crying.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I needed to- I just- I needed to see if there was something there."

"Was there?" Pansy asked, voice cracking.

Draco didn't answer. He stared at the ground, trying to ignore his blurry vision.

"Was there?" she asked again, louder.

"No," Draco breathed, feeling tears fall.

"I love you, Draco."

His head snapped up in surprise.

"I love you as a best friend, as someone I've known forever. I love you as a brother. But I don't ever think I could love you like that."

Draco nodded, feeling more tears fall. "I know," he choked out. "I feel the same."

"Draco..." Pansy's voice was terrified, hesitant. Her hands were shaking. "Draco, can I tell you something and you will promise you won't judge me or hate me?"

"I promise, Pansy."

She held out her pinky, and he linked his pinky with hers, just like they did when they were little kids.

She left her hand fall back down and breathed a shuddering breath.

"Draco, I like girls."

And Draco felt his whole world fall apart.

She couldn't. If she liked girls, there could never be a chance they would fall in love. She would never be happy with him.

If she could like girls, Draco could like boys.

And Draco couldn't like boys.

"You're serious," he whispered, feeling tears fall again.

She nodded fast, eyes red and tears falling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry."

Hot anger flared up in Draco, anger that his best friend could ever feel sorry, feel guilty, for her feelings, for who she loved. He hated the world they lived in, that prejudiced and hated and destroyed every beautiful thing that could exist.

He wrapped her in a tight hug, feeling her hot tears on his shirt.

"Don't ever be sorry," he murmured. "Don't ever be sorry for that."