A/N: Written for Lia's challenge, which is as follows:

Prompt/theme: betray - to lead astray, deceive

Challenge: You must add this bit of narration in the format of a letter/note in your drabble: I'm glad you finally found someone to make you happy. I just wish it could have been me.

Bonus: a twist.

Word count: 500 words, maximum.

Deadline: Monday, June 7th.

Word Count: 500 w/o Author's Note.

Love Can Be Torture

Draco screamed. He clenched his eyes shut as best he could, and fought to control his breathing. He feebly attempted to move his arms, grunting as they defiantly remained still. Then pain coursed through him once more, and he fell from consciousness.

He awoke to the sensation of water being splashed in his face. Not exactly friendly he thought dryly as his head smashed against the wall behind him. Not risking opening his eyes, he tried to remain still. He heard something that sounded like a bucket or tub being placed on the ground, and footsteps moving towards him.

'Malfoy'

The voice was deep, definitely male, and vaguely familiar. Pain started to creep back into his body, making him extremely aware of the position he was in. His arms were now pulled above him, and dislocated at the shoulder. His legs were in a heap – he could feel his toes poking areas they shouldn't be able to reach. He struggled to control a retch, and failed, emptying the remaining contents of his stomach over his knees.

'I knew you were awake, Malfoy' the voice was now next to his ear, and he risked trying to open an eye.

That was a mistake. Burning lanced through his head, forcing a groan from him. But he found out who his captor was.

'P..P..Pott..er' he managed to grind out. He idly wondered why his voice wasn't co-operating, before a hand grabbed his chin. Yet more agony.

'How could you? She was mine, MINE!' Potter shouted, slamming his head back into the wall for a second time. Potter let go, and the footsteps retreated slightly. What was Potter on about?

'That's not to matter, Ferret.' Potter was further away this time, and from the sound of his voice, standing, 'I've already sent Ginny a note. She thinks I'm being gentlemanly about this.' It sounded like Potter was talking more to himself now. If only he could think of a way out. He mentally tested the room around him. Damn, he thought, anti-Apparition wards. How did Potter cast that?

Malfoy cast his attention back to Potter, gritting himself against the pain he felt. His breathing was very strained and the knocks to his head made him dizzy if he moved even slightly.

'…I'm glad you finally found someone to make you happy. I just wish it could have been me. You see, Malfoy? It's perfect! Once I remove you from the picture, she will come running to me.' Potter sounded deranged now. He heard a piece of paper being folded and assumed that it must be a note. Wait, that sentence sounded too familiar. When had he got the note to begin with?

'P..P..Pott..er' Malfoy stammered out. He had to tell him that he had got it wrong, that Ginny didn't want him. That was HIS note to Ginny, why would Potter assume he had written it? He felt a wand pressed against his head, and knew it was too late.