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

12

Song-Imagine

Ever since his first kiss with Harry, Draco was addicted. He met up with Harry more and more often, kissing and talking and kissing some more. Harry was his sunshine, everything he looked forward to in a day.

He found happiness in kissing Harry Potter in the sweet summer sunshine, in threading his fingers through messy black hair and hidden love bites just under his collarbone.

Harry was his everything.

He told Blaire this as he laid upside-down on his bed, his wedding nine days away, smiling idiotically, his lips still red from kissing Harry.

Blaire just nodded tightly.

"Oh, Blaire, didn't you want to tell me something when I came in?"

"I forgot," Blaire said tightly.

"So soon? It seemed important."

"It was important, until you decided Harry was more important," she replied bitterly.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. Why don't you go fuck golden boy or something? I'll stay here and clean your room for you like the nobody I am."

"Are you okay?"

She turned around suddenly, and Draco sat up on the bed.

"No, I'm not fucking okay!" she yelled.

"Blaire, what is wrong with you?" Draco shouted, unable to comprehend what he had done to piss off his friend.

"You!" she screamed, tugging at her hair. "You're what's wrong with me, Draco, because I've been in love with you for three years and all you've done is talk about how great Harry is and how much you like Harry!"

"Blaire..." Draco whispered. "You know I'm gay."

"See that?" Blaire said, looking slightly frantic. "That's the fucking thing, because I'm a fucking boy!"

"What?" Draco said in a hushed, shocked tone.

Blaire spread her arms, eyes wide and full of tears. "I'm a boy, Draco! I'm a boy in a girl's body and I can't fucking do this anymore because I'm a boy and I'm in love with you and God, fuck you!"

"You never told me," Draco whispered.

"I gave you a thousand hints! A thousand opportunities to ask me, to realize what I was saying, to understand how I felt! You were oblivious and too wrapped up in your own fucking problems to give a damn about mine! Every goddamn time I tried to blatantly tell you, you had a new problem with fucking Harry to tell me! You never gave a shit about my problems! You were so wrapped up in yourself to care! Fuck you, Draco Malfoy!"

"Blaire-" Draco started, but Blaire whipped around, an angry look in her-his? eyes.

"It's Blaise. Not that you'd ever care enough to know."

And the door slammed shut behind his friend.