A/N: A silly little one-shot that was begging me to write it.
Disclamier: I own nothing at all.
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They didn't hold hands. They didn't hug. They didn't kiss. The simplest explanation being that they weren't in love.
They were just fuck buddies. Enemies, not friends. Hating, not loving.
And if, when Draco was ill, Harry brought him soup, it was because you couldn't shag someone that was ill.
And if Draco kissed Harry's scar, it was in the heat of sex to make Harry moan.
And if Draco snuggled up in Harry's arms, it was because Harry was warm and he was cold.
And if they said I love you, it was just alcohol talking.
And if Draco proposed it was because he didn't share what was rightfully his, whether he wanted it or not.
And if Harry said yes it was because he didn't like to share either. It had nothing to do with love. Nothing at all.
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