Song- Roses

Draco had barely made it to his bedroom before he collapsed on his bed, breathing hard and panicking.

"Draco, can I tell you something?"

Draco barely heard Blaire over the blood rushing in his head.

Boys are attractive boys are attractive Harry is attractive Harry is-

"Draco!"

"I need help," Draco blurted out, breathless. He hadn't realized he was crying.

Blaire froze. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay, I need help, I need help, I'm not normal, I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a-"

Blaire grabbed Draco's shoulder. "Draco, you stop saying that right now! You are not a freak! Now tell me what's wrong!"

"He's attractive," Draco blurted out, before dropping his head in his hands.

Shocked silence. Then, "What?"

"Harry!" he shouted, lifting his head. "The boy with the green eyes from the engagment parade! I found him and I talked to it and dammit, he's bloody attractive! And he's a boy!"

"Draco, calm down."

"I can't!" Draco cried. His hands were starting to shake. "I'm a prince, I'm supposed to marry a girl, I can't think boys are attractive, I just can't. It's wrong and it's horrible and I shouldn't feel this way."

"Draco, please calm down."

Draco was breathing too fast, and he was starting to feel dizzy, but he couldn't stop. He was overwhelmed with panicking emotions and he didn't know what to do.

"Draco, you're going to be okay."

"Am I?" Draco asked, his voice more broken than he had ever heard it. "Because right now I feel like the furthest thing from okay."

Blaire pulled Draco into a hug. "Draco, we'll work this out. Together. I'm here for you."

"Thank you," Draco murmured into Blaire's shirt.

"Of course, Draco. I'm always here for you."