A Love Born From Hate

By Lyla Hayden

(Draco's POV for "Please")

It was another long day in Potions. Not that I minded, I'll have you know. But the problem was, I was bored. Snape was once more hounding the Gryffindors and ever since Harry and I had started up a relationship, I haven't had the same satisfaction at seeing them humiliated and the like.

We were making a sleeping draught and mine was done. I picked up the blade I'd been using and glanced at Harry out of the corner of my eye. He was hastily trying to make his potion with Snape hovering over him.

A grin crossed my face seeing Harry look to be on the verge of screaming at Snape to go the fuck away. It was amusing really. I lazily thumbed at the knife in my hand. It didn't prick my finger or draw blood. That's not what I wanted.

"What is this, Mister Potter?" I froze and turned to look at Harry. What was going on? He held up a blade that was dripping with crimson fluid. "Whose blood is this?"

"No one's." Lie.

"Is it yours?" Snape inquired, looking at Harry from over the top of the blade.

"No!" he shouted. Everyone had now turned around to watch what was going on. Snape stepped over to him and grabbed his wrist, pulling him to his feet. I felt my heart rip in two when he let lose a scream. Snape let go and stared at his blood-covered hand.

"Harry!" Seamus and Dean hurried over from another part of the classroom. Seamus pulled his sleeve back and revealed the thick gash on his arm. There was lurching somewhere, but it seemed far away from where I stood. Harry swayed on his feet and stumbled out of the classroom. I hurried after him.

"Harry..." He turned around to face me.

"Sorry. Couldn't wait." A soft smile creased his face as continued to stumble down the hall. I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside one of the many empty classrooms in this hall. "Draco..." I heard him whisper.

"Yes," I felt myself saying. I'm not sure why.

"What do you want? Everyone knows about me..." My heart dropped and a ball of some sort formed in my throat. I hastily swallowed it.

"I know." I couldn't help but snicker. "Pretty ironic, eh? I'm the one that knew first. Your worst enemy, the person you hate the most, knew before your best friends." Then I laughed. It was loud and I knew it made me sound crazy.

"I never hated you, Draco," He whispered and pulled me down for a kiss. It wasn't heated, or angry, like it usually was. It was soft and gentle. The type of kiss two people who were in love would have.

"What do you mean?" I asked when we had pulled apart.

"I don't hate you. I never did." He pressed up against me and I felt his arousal very near my own. "Hurt me," he whispered softly into my ear. "Please." Silently I cast a locking spell on the door but a thought hit me before I could cast a silencing spell.

"Harry, you're really fucked up, you know that, right?" I knew he was. Only I hadn't said it before now.

"You are too." I laughed aloud. It was what I was thinking. I pulled him in for another kiss, this time I bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. I didn't want another feathery soft kiss like the one before.

Our hands tangled themselves in each other's clothing, each trying to disrobe the other. Slowly I made a cut along his side, from hip on up. The tension built up inside me and I just had to say it. "I love you, Harry."

Tears filled his eyes and my heart stopped for a moment. "I love you, Draco." Once I heard that, I couldn't stop myself. I pushed myself inside of him. He screamed a mix of pleasure and pain. I paused and buried my face in his neck.

Sure, I wanted to hurt him, but I still loved him enough to get used to me first. My heavy breathing slid over the side of his neck and I felt him shiver. He pulled the blade from me and slit a small cut over one that had already been healed was.

Fiercely, I yanked the blade back, muttering a soft, breathless 'no.' I would be the only one to hurt him today. I pulled out a bit and then pushed back in, loving the tight feel. Harry bit his lip and I could see he was enjoying it, so I sped up.

My love. I loved him. But would I ever have enough courage to tell him? I increased my speed again, as if trying to brutally shove all of my feelings inside of him so he'd understand.

When we walked out of the classroom, we'd left the room spotless but Harry was limping. I might have been a little hard on him. We both froze seeing that not only was Snape standing there, but the living half of the class.

I saw tears leak from Harry's eyes and I wrapped my arms around his waist. They would never take my Harry away from me. He was mine and I would do anything to keep him around. Even kill every single one of them.

"What?" Harry croaked.

"You were...we heard..." Dean stepped up out of the crowd. "Screaming. The door was locked but we heard more screaming."

"What's going on, Mister Malfoy? Mister Potter?" Snape raised an eyebrow and took a small step forward. I sighed. What could I do to get them to let me keep my love? I rested my head on his shoulder. Then it hit me.

"We're going to get married." Harry looked at me and I saw that he was crying again.

"You're...what?"

"Getting married," I said.

"Married?" Snape gaped.

"Are you deaf? Yes, married."

"Wait...So...Draco Malfoy is going to marry Harry Potter...?" Seamus asked.

Harry nodded and I grinned. This plan was perfect. Well, no reason to stay. I grabbed his hand and led him away. I could just feel the question that he would ask of me.

I squeezed his hand to get his attention. He looked over at me and I smiled. "Yes I was serious." He smiled back at me and I couldn't help but laugh. What a pair we would make!

I love him.

I would go to the ends of the earth for him.

He is mine.

-End-

a/n: Sucks, I know, but no flames please. I got bored. Someone, I forget who, and I'm too lazy to look, sorry, said that I should write the second thing from Draco's perspective. I was bored, so I did. Don't blame me! Blame the boredom and the me not wanting to clean my room!