Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: I got this weird, vaguely formed idea in my head--about how even though Draco might have changed, and he seems like a completely different person, he's still a Malfoy. And that would never change, at least for him. This half-formed, piece-y drabble is the result.
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Draco Malfoy did not consider love as one of the most primary of emotions. He indulged occasionally, but power always came first. His lust for power—to be remembered—overcame his need to be loved. "I'm a Malfoy, Harry," he would tell his lover when asked why he always had to have more. "It's who I am."
It was the Malfoy way—and he had never known anything else.
..fast-forward two months..
It was dusk, and two figures faced each other on an empty field.
"Why are you doing this, Draco?" Harry whispered. His eyes were a vivid green—awash with haunted abandonment. "You said you loved me." Harry almost sounded plaintive.
Draco sneered. "Just because I love you, doesn't mean I'm not willing to get rid of you."
And he did.
He may have loved the git, but he had always been a Malfoy first.
.finis
