Draco felt stung by Harry's reaction. He had had a fantastic time why couldn't Harry just acknowledge that. He was acting all victimized when he had clearly wanted it as much as Draco. Draco walked up to Harry and brushed the hair out of his face. "You don't have to be ashamed we both had a great time what's wrong with that"
Harry jerked away from Draco's hand like he'd been burnt. Hatred so pure shone in his eyes as he looked upon the face of his violator. "Don't touch me, you're disgusting, perverse, unnatural."
Draco backed away and with a rage to rival Harry's turned back to him and raised his wand.
"Oh yeah, that's right, you're hear to kill me. Well let's have it then." Harry said spreading his arms wide to show his readiness.
Draco had angry tears in his eyes, no one should make him feel so dirty for something he cant help but feel, no one should make him ashamed of loving Harry, not even Harry. "Are you so sure I won't do it? Willing to bet your life on it are you?"
"That's kind of what I'm doing. God you're stupid." Harry put all the loathing and rage he could into his sarcasm. "It's pathetic really, Voldemort depending on some fucking fairy to kill me. You know what's wrong with you? You're sick. YOU ARE DISGUSTING! AND YOU ARE W…"
Draco never found out what the last thing Harry said was because with the wave of a wand it was all over.
Draco tucked Harry into bed, bending down to kiss his soft cheek. Leaning so close he couldn't help but notice how beautiful Harry looked when he slept. The way his hair fell gracefully over his eyes, the beautiful lace of eyelashes that framed emerald orbs, the windows that saw straight into his soul.
A/N: This is the end. Please do not request anymore additions to this story. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews it's what encourages me to write more. If you are desperate for more I recommend reading my other stories they all have pretty much the same theme. Love, angst and death.