Title: What You Tell
Author: Miz Thang
Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, HP/DM, DM/OFC
Rating: FRM
Word Count: 517
Warnings: Slash, obviously. Angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the little story's idea. Everything else belongs to who it belongs to.
Summary: There are some things you just don't tell people. For my au100 claim of Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy. This is the Big Ass Table.

There are some things you just don't tell people. Some things you bury deep down inside, that you keep in the dark and never let out. Things that you're almost terrified to let out, to let people know about. Things you wouldn't tell anyone, even if under an entire vial of veritaserum.

Draco's found his. He's found his in green eyes, round frames, messy black hair, and a lightning bolt scar. He's found his in the one Savior of all the Wizarding World, and in all the hate he has transforming into something else entirely. Lust.

And Draco is ashamed of it. He is ashamed of every moment, of every touch, of every kiss, and of the fact that he goes back each and every time.

Draco is ashamed to know he's engaged to be married, and that, even though he thinks he is very much in love with the next Mrs. Malfoy, he can't seem to leave the boy he hates most alone. Somehow, the girl he cares about doesn't compare to the Boy Who Lived – and he hates that.

They're enemies, he and Potter. Enemies, and Draco hates Harry Potter. With every fiber of his being. But, then, he can't leave Potter alone.

Everyday he tells himself that it will be the last, but the last never comes.

-

Harry must be an idiot. Draco Malfoy does not love him. Draco Malfoy wants nothing to do with him. Draco Malfoy would gladly watch him burn in hell. But none of that stops Harry.

Whenever they're alone, Harry purposely entices Draco, just because he knows he can. He likes to watch the other man's eyes flood with desire, just to know he has some kind of hold on him.

Draco Malfoy is going to marry some French beauty in five weeks, but that means all of nothing to Harry as long as the blond continues to return to his bed.

Every night, Draco tells him that it's the last time, and every night he returns all the same, wanting nothing from Harry, but taking what he's given.

Somewhere inside, Harry is aware that he'd never have let anyone else do that. He knows that, if it had been anyone else, he'd have stopped it a long time, never let it go so far.

But, this is Draco Malfoy, his enemy – so it has to be special and have special circumstances.

And, yes, Harry has in fact realized that he's in love with Draco. Requited or not, it makes no difference.

-

"I don't understand why." Draco says, his eyes sliding closed as Harry kisses his neck and then his shoulder.

"I do." Harry kisses his lips lightly, pulling back as Draco opens his eyes to look at Harry.

"Do you?" Draco props himself onto his elbows, his eyes staying locked on Harry's. "Explain it to me."

"I love you."

"Except I hate you." Draco returns. Harry smiles and Draco frowns. "We're enemies, Potter."

Harry continues to grin as if he's won again – maybe he has – and he says, "Only for as long as you're in denial."

--end.