I hate you, Malfoy, she snaps. Her bushy hair is messy, her face twisted with rage, and he laughs mockingly.
I know, Granger. I know.
They both speak the truth.
I love you, she tells him one day. Her cheeks are flushing, her hand's in his and he smirks.
Wouldn't have thought that.
He's lying this time.
I love you, she repeats another day. Her lips are swollen from his kisses, her eyes shining brightly and he smiles.
I love you, too.
No one is lying that day.
I hate you, Draco, she sobs the day after they broke up. Tears are running down her face, her eyes are bloodshot from crying all night, and he's barely able to contain the tears of his own.
I hate you, too.
They're both lying this time.
You came, she whispers when he frees her after she's been imprisoned by death eaters, her body is scarred and covered with bruises and he manages a weak smile.
I did.
