From the Other Side of the Fire

Room of Requirement fire from Draco's pov. Idk what I'm doing but here goes!

*Disclaimer: obviously I don't own the characters or Harry Potter, and I also don't hold with Rowling's views on the lgbtq+ community.*

I could feel the fire licking at the base of our wobbly tower. There was nowhere else to go from here. No more towers to scramble up, no more constructions to climb. This was it.The heat radiated from all sides, the bitter smoke shoving itself down my nose and scratching my throat.
I felt myself dissociating, my brain pulling me out of reality. It was a trick I'd used often over the years of secret meetings, sudden deaths, constant terror. I imagined someone telling my parents about this. They probably wouldn't even react. You don't show weakness. It's the first rule of being a Malfoy.