Does everything you say to me have effect? Do those toxic words of lust utter themselves just to get me hard and panting for you? Do those soft words you push past your lips set out to make my heart reach out to you? Do your words of rage and hatred come from within when you tell me you do not love me and all we share is just sex?

How can it only be sex, when you crave me so badly you come to me every night and have done for the last three months? How can it be just fucking when you usually take your time with me, savouring every inch of my skin?

How about those nights that you cried in my arms over your fathers kiss with the dementors, didn't the fact I held you through your sadness mean anything to you? Was it not enough that I gave you my coat in the cold and proceeded to catch the flu myself and didn't complain one little bit about it either? Did it not send anything through your heart you say is made of ice?

Or what about the time I defended you against Ron and Hermione? Could you not sense my adoration for you from the fact I near-betrayed my best friends? Did it not make you see me in any different light from before, which my friends wouldn't speak to me for weeks because I had defended the enemy?

Not to mention when Snape died. Did it not cause any positive emotion within in you, that I ran after Snape the night he was trailed away, nearly killing myself by the wand of another, held by Voldemort himself, just so you could have the only father figure in your life alive for you too look up too?

Or when I held you as you attacked the world because of his death? And how I took the blame for blowing up Snape's classroom, resulting in a month of detention and the humiliation of having to apologise to him at his funeral? Was nothing different between us then?

I do not believe that you do not love me, because if you didn't, you wouldn't hold me close every night and watch me as I sleep. If you didn't love me, or atleast feel something for me, would you really tell me all your secrets or find me to take walks on when you need escape?

If all we were was just sex, then why do you always stay for something more?

If I was just a fuck then you wouldn't have got all upset when I tried to make a go of it with Oliver Wood.

Every time I bring this up you walk away, scream at me or get so angry you fuck me passionately. I always know what's coming though and it is straining how I can never get to comfortable in your arms… you always leave.

If you didn't love me, then you wouldn't try and stop me from cutting my skin to pieces as I sit, hating the world, hating Dumbledore, hating my life full of suppression and disaster.

You say you want to fuck someone beautiful and that's why you want me to stop. But if it was just an appearance issue, then why do you not fuck one of the many pretty boys, here at Hogwarts?

If you do not love me, then why would you be the only one running to me as I take my life by the edge of the water? If you do not love me, just one little bit, then you wouldn't be panicking and shouting and it hurts as you tell me off for doing such a thing as cutting myself…there.

If, dear Draco, you do not love me and you do not care and if I am just a fuck then why would you be crying as you heal me the best you can? If, like you say, I am just a toy, then why are you not battering me about like a spoilt child does to their expensive play things?

If, my love, you do not feel the same as I do to you, then why would you be kissing me better and whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

If… when my head settles and my life flies me… you still claim to be just a fuck… then remember… I always loved you…