There was something in the way the he talked to him that was perfect, something in the way that he smirked and laughed, sexy and dark as his shoulders shivered with sarcasm. It wasn't right, nor was convincing when Harry claimed that there was no way he was in love.
The pure sexiness of his movements and his actions made it quite clear that the man before him was evil. It made it quite clear that no matter what he did, that he would remain as evil and as corrupt as the day that they had first met.
Beyond a doubt Harry was in love, and beyond a doubt that source of pleasant evil loved him back.
Draco Malfoy had found love with his eternal rival, Harry Potter.

"Give me a reason to tell you my feelings." Draco whispered into his ear, goose bumps riddling the expanse of skin as he breathed over it leaving a trail of moisture behind.
Harry shivered and dug blunt finger tips into the man's shoulders, dank stone cutting into his back as he fought to keep a hand hold on sanity. "You owe it to me Malfoy. Everything that you've done to tear me down, you owe it to me to say enough to build me back up." his voice cracked, his throat raw and ragged as he clawed at the cloak hiding pale skin from him.
The blonde chuckled, stormy grey eyes looking deep into green, trailing over the speckles of brown. "When you put it that way..."
Something touched Harry's neck, and the man shuddered, sure that it was a kiss.

"I love you...."