A/N: Drabble and slash, so be warned an' all.
"Do you love me?"
The words are too soft, too vulnerable and dread coils in Harry's stomach as he hears them. Oh, God, not now, he thinks. Tries to turn away in feigned sleep.
A rough hand pulls him back, effectively pinning him in place in the process. Irritation flashes across his partner's face. "I asked you if you loved me."
He scans Malfoy's face, taking in the fierce set of his jaw, the narrowed, aggressive eyes. Remembers his arrogance and frequent cruelty.
"Of course I do," Harry says, and closes his eyes to listen to the familiar barking laughter.