Love to Hate
"You're beautiful," he breathes.
(You're foul)
His kisses, like rain, flutter across his lover's body.
(His prisoner's)
His lover begs for him. He can see it in his green eyes.
(He begs for it to end. His eyes fill with tears, even now, months after he's first been imprisoned)
"I love you, just as you love me," he whispers, entering him, stealing his lips in a passionate kiss as his lover moans beneath him.
("I hate you.")
He's moaning, bucking his hips as he plunges into his lover, his own, his beautiful.
(He's crying, shivering under the arms of his enemy, his foe, his captor.)
Harry looks up at him, erect and eager to please, with love in his emerald gaze.
(Draco looks down at him, erect and eager to torment, with hate in his silver gaze.)
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~Athena~
