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Obsession and Realization

Living with Harry Potter for a whole year had been a strange adjustment for Draco Malfoy. When they were assigned as roommates for their eighth year at Hogwarts, it had been tense at first. They weren't exactly enemies anymore, but they certainly weren't friends either. The war had left both of them with scars-some visible, some not-and there was a kind of unspoken truce between them.

But as the weeks turned into months, things started to shift. They fell into a rhythm-quietly sharing the space, occasionally talking about schoolwork, and even joking around from time to time. Draco had found himself growing more comfortable with Harry's presence, and Harry seemed to relax around him as well.

Then, one day, everything changed.

Harry came out as gay.

It had been a simple, almost offhanded admission during dinner one night. They were sitting in the Great Hall, surrounded by other eighth-year students, and the topic of dating had come up. Hermione had made some comment about how difficult it was to find time for relationships with all the studying they had to do, and Ron had grumbled something about girls being "too confusing."

That's when Harry had shrugged and said, "Well, I'm not too worried about dating right now. Besides, I'm gay, so it's not like I've got anyone in mind anyway."

Draco had frozen.

The words had seemed to echo in Draco's head. I'm gay.

Harry had said it so casually, like it was no big deal. And maybe to Harry, it wasn't. But for Draco, it sent his mind spiraling.

At first, he didn't understand why it bothered him so much. He wasn't homophobic-he had friends who were gay, and he had never cared one way or the other about someone's sexuality. But after that dinner, Draco found himself thinking about Harry's admission more than he should have.

It became an obsession. Draco couldn't stop himself from paying attention to Harry's every interaction with other guys. He noticed every smile, every laugh, every conversation Harry had with someone else, and every time, he felt an uncomfortable twist in his chest. He didn't understand it. It was as though Harry being gay had unlocked something in Draco's mind-something he couldn't quite grasp, but that gnawed at him constantly.

It wasn't just the way Harry looked at other guys. It was the way Draco found himself reacting. He felt... annoyed. Irritated. Sometimes even angry. He hated seeing Harry talk to other guys, hated the way they made Harry laugh, hated the idea that maybe, one of them would end up being Harry's type.

At first, Draco had convinced himself that it was just concern. He told himself that he was just looking out for Harry-after all, they were roommates. It made sense that he'd pay attention to what was happening in Harry's life. Right?

But then it got worse. Draco found himself getting irrationally angry whenever Harry talked to someone he didn't like-like Ernie Macmillan, who had been sitting way too close to Harry during one of their study sessions. Or Seamus Finnigan, who had been laughing with Harry at dinner a little too often for Draco's liking.

Draco couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with him. Why did it bother him so much? Why did he care who Harry talked to?

One night, after weeks of this maddening obsession, Draco sat alone in the dormitory, trying to make sense of it all. His thoughts were a mess. He had spent the last several weeks watching Harry like a hawk, his mind racing every time Harry so much as glanced at another guy. But why?

"Am I... homophobic?" Draco muttered to himself, staring at his reflection in the window. He hated the thought, but he couldn't figure out what else it could be. Why else would he feel so unsettled whenever Harry mentioned being attracted to other guys?