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Love and Hate

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: Male slash and femslash. Adult situations and mature themes.

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(Draco's POV)

I swear I just saw them go up these stairs. Why do the damned bloody things have to move? I sigh heavily. Damn that girl. Trying to give Potter hints. That'll ruin the whole surprise attack slash seduction I've planned.

"Malfoy."

I whirl around to face the caller of that name. "Potter."

"We need to talk." He says, jaw set firmly, looking quite serious.

I smirk. The boy is hot when he's serious. But sarcastic bitterness always makes him angry. And, if I do say so myself, he's even hotter when he's angry. "Sure, Harry old chap. We'll find a nice old pub and talk it out over a pint of beer. What 'd ya say? My treat."

"I'm serious Malfoy."

I roll my eyes quipping before I turn to walk away, "Aren't you always."

That hurt. Oh, look. There's gum on the wall. I can't believe he has the nerve. Well, actually… argh! Slamming me into a damn wall! And what's with the death grip on my arm? "Let go of me you fucking arse!"

"I think it's best you keep it down Draco."

I stop fidgeting. What did he say? The way he said that. I shudder. I barely have the time to struggle before I'm being pushed through some sort of secret passageway. And into a dimly lit musky smelling dungeon we go. "Where are you taking me Potter?"

My question is met with a painful tug at my captive arm. Ouch. He's being a bit too testy for my taste.

Once he's closed the door he turns to me, expression dark. "I want answers. And I want them now."

"Ooo… Very demanding of you Mr. Potter." I drawl out sarcastically. Taking a seat on a horribly decorated and very dusty chair I get comfortable as I can, crossing my arms defiantly.

The boy looks like a rabid dog. Though, in a good way. It's quite sexy. He seethes my way angrily, "I'm serious Malfoy."

"So I've heard, what? A hundred times by now." I say airily. Maybe if I piss him off enough he'll let me go. "Tell me, pre tell, what this little hostage rant of yours is about."

"I know it was you at the masquerade ball Malfoy."

I smirk lightly, shrugging my shoulders and throwing him one of those innocent looks. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes. You do. And I want to know why." He strides closer.

Shit, now I'm nervous. Damn you Ginny. Nonchalance is the best option considering he's way too strong for me to push him over and run. I look at my nails like they interest me more than the situation. I truly hope the nervous uncontrollable jiggling of my leg is passed for aggravation. "Why what?"

"Why the hell were you coming onto me!" Wow. Uber aggressive.

I glare at him, frowning. "And why would I come onto you?"

"I don't know! Because…. Because you're a death eater! Because you like to fuck around with my head! Or maybe all those years of shagging your father-"

"What?" I'm out of my chair. Meeting the taller raven-haired boy face to face. "What do you know about… that."

His lips curl into a sadistic grin. "Oh, yes. I know everything Draco. Most of Hogwarts does, or have you not notice the way the teachers look down on you. The way your friends shun you. Or even the way everyone tries to avoid you. They all know about your little illicit affair-"

I slap him. Straight across the face. He has no right…god. Why? Why now? Why do I have to fucking cry now? I try to push past the red-cheeked boy but he grabs a hold of me. "You have no right, god damn it! You have no right!"

Shit, what is he made out of steel? I'm struggling. Trying to push him away. Punching weakly against his chest. Yelling at him. Cursing. Crying. My struggle becomes weak with each strike against him. "Let… go…"

"Shh…" I can feel the gentle pounding of his heart against my ear. His arms around me, pulling me closer. A comforting hand running through my hair. "Shh…"

I can actually feel myself melting. The particles of my body molding to fit perfectly in his arms and I'm utterly annoyed by this. Irritated with myself. For being seen vulnerable. For letting him see how weak I really am. Frustrated for liking the fact that he's holding me, that I feel completely safe in his arms.

"You… please, let go of me… just stop… don't…"

His arms tighten around me, almost suffocatingly so. "I… just let me hold you."

"First," Soft lips trailed along the side of her neck, "When did you find out about Professor Delacour?"

Ginny bit her lip nervously. Should she tell Hermione everything? Or should she just keep her mouth shut? Decisions, decisions.

Hermione's tongue found its way against the juncture between her chin and her neck. All current resolve was lost at that point. "I saw you both in an old classroom."

The butterfly kisses along the red heads shoulder stopped abruptly. "Oh really?"

The younger girl nodded in affirmation. Looking down at the brunette, wondering if that was the right thing to say. And then wondering why exactly she was wondering if it was the right thing to say or not. Upon seeing Hermione smirk a small uneasiness settled into the pit of her stomach.

"And… did you like what you saw?" The brunette questioned. All the while slowly untucking Ginny's shirt. Making the younger girl's heartbeat speed up.

Ginny watched as Hermione's hands moved to the lowest button, then higher to the next, until they were all undone. The brunette's eyes skimmed the other girl's form appraisingly before letting a finger trail down slowly from the delicate curve of the other girl's collar bone to her nicely toned stomach.

Hermione stood up on her tippy toes slightly, leaning in closer, until her lips brushed past Ginny's ear. "Did you Ginny? Did it get you hot? Wanting?"

"I…" The red head panted.

The brunette's hand cupped her womanhood through her panties. Running a slim finger along her slit. "Were you as wet as you are now?"

Ginny didn't answer. She was too caught in up the older girls breathe against her ear, Hermione's hand palming slow circles against her clit. What is she doing? A soon as the vague thought popped into her head it was expelled by Hermione's next spiteful question.

"Did you go to Malfoy? Did you get each other off?"

The red head stiffened at the inquiry. Her mind was far too clouded with the want aching within her to disagree or protest. The prickle of goose bumps forming along her neck, where Hermione's hot breath hit. The turbulent pulsing sensation forming at the spot where Hermione's hand rubbed, causing a knot to form in the pit of her stomach. It was all too much. The different sensations and the different effects her body was having to each.

"Yes, Ginny. I know about you and Draco. I'm not dense." She could read the younger girl like a book. A slim, hard covered, leather bound book with a smooth golden title scrawled across the cover and spine. Yet when you tried to open the beautiful book up it shook and flew from your hands, indicating it wasn't to be opened. The signals Ginny's body gave to affirm or negate questions fascinated her. It delighted her.

Ginny moaned. Giving into her bodies desire rather than her brains clouded reason. She grinded into Hermione's hand. Trying to cause more friction in a much-needed area only to have the brunette pull away.

"Final question," she nibbled lightly at the younger girls earlobe, teasing her to no end. The brown haired woman grinned softly at Ginny's anticipating shiver. "Why did you come to my dorm last night?"

Ginny looked into the older girls hazel eyes. Hermione's question had fallen on deaf ears. The blue-eyed girl was too lost in carnal lust to even try to comprehend Hermione's words. She ripped the brunette's shirt open, growling animalisticly and shifting their positions so that Hermione was pinned to the wall. She wasted no time in smothering the older girl with a hungry kiss.

Nimble fingers came to rest on Hermione's hip before quickly working on the button of her jeans. The younger girl didn't waste a minute of her time in trying to get the brunette stark nude. Her lips met the invigoratingly soft flesh of Hermione's neck. Trailing hungry, searing kisses across the older girls stomach she unzipped Hermione's jeans and began to pull the horrid barrier off of the other girl.

In an instant the red head was biting roughly at Hermione's shoulder. Licking her way up the hazel eyed girl's neck. Growling huskily into the brunette's ear. "Because…"

Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't… "I'm in love with you."

(Harry's POV)

The silence is comfortable and I like it that way. He feels so perfect held against me, like he belongs here in my arms. His head rests against my chest, the warm tears melting my heart. He's so soft, delicate, vulnerable and so… real. I like him here with me. I want him here.

I feel like I need him. Like he needs me. Sounds stupid and extremely sappy huh? One minute I hate him. Pity him. And now I…

What is this I'm feeling? Love? Is this what love feels like? This wanting. Not only in a sexual way. Not only in a sweaty flesh on flesh way but actual wanting. Like I'd fall apart without him. And this need. The need to feel him this close to me. The feeling that he needs me just as much as I need him.

I thought I'd closed myself off to those feelings. I thought the cold icy barrier I put up around my heart was fool proof. Almost everyone I love gets hurt, hurts me or does both. And I have already hurt Draco. With the things I've said. The things I shouldn't have said. I didn't mean to. I did mean to, god, I knew what I said would hurt him. I knew, and I still let anger and frustration get the best of me. Merlin am I an arse hole. A very big arse hole indeed. He still hasn't stopped crying, though he's stopped screaming.

"Why?" His voice croaks out and I flinch.

Oh, look what I've done. I'm such a screw up. How do I answer a question I'm not so sure of myself? Dunno you stupid twit. Maybe I should tell him the undiluted absolute truth. I mentally shrug nonchalantly. Here goes. "I'm not sure."

He sniffles and pulls away. Was my answer not good enough? Was the truth not good enough? I can't tell. He's not looking at me. He seems more interested in his shoes. "Can we leave now?"

Lifting his face up by his chin I nod.

He looks into my eyes and I can see a brief tinge of pink to his cheeks before he pulls away walking to the door. "Come on then. You're the big expert at worming your way through sewers. Get me the hell out of here."

And the barrier is back. Now, I hate him again. How very ironic. I fall for my enemy, my rival, and my nemesis. There's a very thin line between love and hate. And I think I've overstepped the boundary. Only to keep leaping from one side to the other.

Once I lead him out of the secret passageway he moves to walk away. I grab him by the elbow. The blonde stiffens at my touch. I'm aware of how my voice has changed drastically from its soft tone. It's become harder. Colder. More loathing. "We still need to talk Malfoy."

"The abandoned classroom on the second floor, tonight. I'll wait 'til midnight. If you're not there I'm gone. Now let go of me," He sneers back yanking his arm out of my grip. "Potter."

Authors Note:

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

And a big HOORAY! For the upcoming break. Finally. A much needed rest from school. Yay!

Okay. I have no idea when I'm going to update after this. Hehe. Probably soon. As I've said before, I have no life. Plus, I'm not too big on holidays. They start off all fun and games but somehow always end in disaster.

Oh well… maybe things will be different this year. Hehe. Again, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!