You close your mouth and stop, letting your question sink in, absorb into my mind.
You love me…I've heard you say that before…
You're a lying bastard you realise…
You make 'love' to me, all the while calling out my name…
I hate that word…LOVE…
It stings my throat when I say it; it's acrid flavour burning me, scorching and painful…
I see a golden mist now…
I run a hand through my hair, it's blonde, I hate it, its the antithesis of yours, you stare at me from the opposite lounge, holding me gaze with your own penetrating one…I heard you whisper something earlier, but I couldn't are less, you asked me If I loved you, and I stopped to think,
What do you want me to say?
You lie to me when it rolls off your tongue, like you really mean it…
I hate the word love, because everybody says it, or thinks about it…
One way or another…
I thought the bond between us was beyond explanation, beyond words, beyond conformity…
I don't want to answer your question…
You get up and sit beside me…
I HATE that you use such a word to describe what we feel…
You're a liar, because you hold me close and whisper it into my ear, trying to make me believe…
I feel the heat of your breath caress me, and I feel drained…
You're a liar and a fool if you think I'm even going to say it back to you…
You lie to yourself and to me; you think you know how you feel…
But that word isn't what I want to hear…
I want to here you say you HATE me for not saying that putrid word, then I'll try to know what you mean…
It's been a year, I can't believe we've been together that long…why ruin it now?
…
But no…
…
I'm the liar…
I 'LOVE' it when you say you love me…
I 'LOVE' it when you hold me…
I 'LOVE' it when you kiss me…
I 'LOVE' it when our bodies become one…
I 'LOVE' it when you keep me company, and read me a book…
I 'LOVE' your green eyes…
I 'LOVE' it when you lie…
Does that mean I 'LOVE' you too?
Well slap me now! I guess it does…
"Yes, Harry, yes I do love you too…" I say breathlessly as you pull away from our kiss, "I hate you for making me say that…" I add quietly and watch you, gauge you for a reaction. You smile and I'm taken aback.
"That's okay…I took a peek into your thoughts, so we're even now…" was your answer, before you capture my lips again, 'I hate you for hating me..' I hear your voice, but your lips are on mine, comprehension dawns on me…
I push you away gently, "you liar!" I grin then kiss you again…
I 'LOVE' it when you lie…
A/N: I know it sounds abominable, but I thought about their complex relationship and decided it was easier to follow if it were in Draco's point of view, seeing as he is the 'bad guy'. Well read and review…if you can…don't make me say it! Ok, OK! PLEASE!