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Author's Note: SLASH! H/D drabble - post-HBP and post-war. This is my first HP fic, so reviews please.

Green

Is it hate you feel when you touch me? When you tighten your fingers in my hair and hiss your pleasure between gritted teeth? Sometimes I want you to be gentle, to cup the back of my neck and kiss me sweetly, but mostly I think I deserve this, that it is part of my redemption, my penance. There's no longer any Dumbledore to forgive me; no Weasley to rant and rage at my treachery; no Granger to teach me the error of my ways. There is only you, green eyes glinting behind glasses, your hands fisted in my hair.