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"I'm completely fucked up, Vinnie," Draco said lowly, sighing, closing his eyes and letting his head fall against the wall. They were sitting in their dormitory, backs against the wall, complaining about nothing and everything. With each other, their problems never fell on empty ears.
Vincent ignored the nickname and raised an eyebrow at Draco's exclamation.
"Mmmm." He would let Draco finish wherever he was going with this on his own, offering no opinion that may encourage or discourage his friend. He stared at the blond, waiting, and Draco opened his eyes. They simply stared for some time. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, just there.
"I think I'm gay," Draco admitted, breaking the gaze in favor of staring at the beds and pulling out a cigarette. Vincent hummed, knowing that Draco probably didn't care about what he said next. It didn't matter when the two of them had been smoking and drinking for the past hour or so.
"Me too," he replied, mostly honest. All Vincent had ever wanted was Draco. That made him gay, right?
He held out his hand. Draco passed him the cigarette as he blew out, smoke filling the air for a few seconds. Vincent stared at the boy for a moment, the dark circles under his eyes and the blond strands of hair in his face, before slipping the cigarette into his mouth. Draco's lips had been there only seconds prior. Vincent took a drag, pushing aside all thoughts of the beautiful boy next to him.
Draco hummed in thought. They sat in silence for a while. The words they wanted to say were left in the air between them.
"Ever think about Potter?" Vincent asked suddenly, turning to look at Draco, trying his best to hide his emotions. The blond looked at Vincent, shaking his head in exasperation.
"All the fucking time," Draco said. Vincent laughed. The serious expression left Draco's face and their laughs mingled and morphed around each other. He liked the sound of it and the way that Draco's hand landed on his thigh, always travelling up further when they were drunk. He liked the way Draco straddled him and the feel of their lips against each other's. He liked Draco.
He liked the boy even when he murmured another's name. But Vincent would never love Draco Malfoy.