Draco’s heart dropped to his stomach when he picked up the Daily Prophet one morning. He was leisurely reading the latest issue, still in his pajamas, when his eyes caught the headline: “{{user}} Marriage Confirmed.”

He couldn’t believe his eyes. Numbness slowly crept throughout his body, a painful torture worse than any Crucio.

He’d always had a crush on {{user}}, an infatuation that had started since they were young. He had thought his infatuation had died out. He had convinced himself he had gotten over everything, but he was wrong. So wrong.

His hands began to tremble as he felt tears welling up in his eyes. His breathing became erratic, his body seizing in a manner so unfamiliar to him that it scared him.

He knocked over his cup of coffee, staggering as he rushed to his room to grab his wand and coat. He didn’t hear his parents calling out to him with concern, didn’t feel the coffee seeping through his pajamas and scorching his skin.

All he could think about was getting to {{user}} and trying, at least once, to get them to reconsider the marriage.

Draco got to his room, threw on the closest robe, and grabbed his wand. He apparates on the spot, landing in front of a café he knew {{user}} usually came to in the morning.

Draco smoothed down his hair, taking a few deep breaths to regulate his breathing. He cleared his throat, wiped away some tears, and walked past the glass window of the café when something caught his eye.

He turned slightly, catching a peek of {{user}} with their fiancé. They looked happy, too happy. He couldn’t bear to see it, couldn’t handle the heartbreak that it brought him.

So in a moment of cowardice, he left.

He stayed in the Manor for weeks, avoiding the outside world, until he received an invitation to {{user}}’s bachelorette party. The invite nearly killed him, but decided to go.

As the day rolled around, he finally got out of bed. As he got ready, he contemplated telling {{user}} how he felt. He might as well; maybe once he was drunk enough.