The Lie by dilly
It was all a lie.
He realized it far too late, of course.
Harry squirmed under Draco. "What are you doing, Malf--"
Draco leaned down, pressing his lips over Harry's rougly. Pressed his entire body down on him. Harry struggled and Draco pulled back. There was a strange look in his eyes before he jumped to his feet and ran away leaving Harry laying on the floor, panting and gasping for breath.
There was a cruel chuckle as Harry felt his wrists being tied tightly together behind his back. He had already lost. All he could do now was glare fiercely at those cold, gray eyes.
"Harry." There was an urgency in Draco's voice that made him listen. Yes, that was all. Not a hidden desire to give him a chance that he by no means deserved.
"What is it, Malfoy?"
"I think..." He looked away, self-disgust obvious on his face. "I think I may be in love wiith you."
Draco held his gaze until Lucius threw Harry's wand at him.
"Take that and hide it in your room. I'll owl you about this business in the morning." He shoved Harry forward slightly, but the boy still glared at Draco.
The second time the kissed it felt as if they had sparked a fire with their lips. Draco pressed him against the wall and rubbed his body against Harry's. He pulled away finally, breathing heavily.
"I know a place we could..." Draco trailed off and Harry nodded, allowing himself to be lead to the room... the room where Lucius waited.
"Yes, father," Draco said quietly. He met Harry's angry glare once more before turning his back on him for the last time.
He had caught the Boy Who Lived in his trap finally, as he had meant to. He had been victorious. So, why was there a tear sliding down his cheek as he walked the long hall to the Slytherin common room?