I'm The Ruler Of The World, And You're The Ruler Of My Heart

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Song- Here Without You

Pansy was walking down the aisle, dressed in white, looking like the queen she was about to be.

And all Draco could think of was Harry.

Bright green eyes that had first caught his attention, messy soft black hair that Draco loved to run his fingers through, smile that was always directed at Draco.

God dammit, Draco was in love with a commoner.

He was in love with a boy.

He was in love with Harry.

And now Pansy was standing in front of him.

Her eyes reflected the pain Draco felt. 

"We really fucked up this time, didn't we?" he asked quietly.

"We didn't fuck up, Draco. The world fucked us over." Pansy met his eyes. "But I will do my duty and I will marry you and we will pretend to be perfect because that's what royalty does."

"You're in love with a commoner girl," he murmured.

"I am."

"I'm in love with a commoner boy."

Pansy's eyes met his sharply, shocked. "You are?"

Draco nodded sadly. "I love him, Pansy. He's my everything, and now he has to go back to that horrible family and I have to pretend I never met him."

"I'm so tired of being fucked over," Pansy whispered. "I want to take control of my life, for once. My entire life, I've been Persephone Parkinson, with the last name of Malfoy just waiting to be added. I've been the perfect little straight girl who was supposed to be in love with you, who was supposed to marry you. I don't want to marry you. I don't love you that way. I don't want to be Persephone anymore. I want to be Pansy."

"You'll always be Pansy to me," Draco murmured. 

"And you'll always be Draco to me. But to the public, you are Prince Draconis Malfoy of Durmstrang, his Royal Highness, soon-to-be king of this country, irriversibly in love with Persephone Parkinson. You are a prince, you are royalty, you have duties and you have responsibilities, and aren't you fucking tired of them?"

"Yes," Draco said loudly without thinking.

"And do you, Persephone Parkinson, take Draconis Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Draco froze. He hadn't realized what he had indirectly agreed to.

Silence crossed the room. Pansy's terrified eyes met Draco's.

Draco breathed a shaky breath. In this moment, his future was going to be determined by Pansy.

Pansy seemed to be unable to speak. She couldn't seem to be able to say the words I do.

Draco reached out, taking her hand and squeezing it. "It's okay, Pansy."

"Promise?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Draco allowed his hand to slip so only his pinky was still connected to Pansy's hand. "Promise."

She nodded. 

"I do," she said, loud enough for the entire room to hear.

Draco's vision was slightly blurred with tears as he leaned forward and kissed her.

It felt exactly like their first kiss, no passion, no happiness, just slight desperation to feel anything at all.

Cheers went up around him, but Draco barely heard them over the breaking of his own heart.