"Potter, can I ask something of you?" There was a twinkle in Malfoy's usually dull eyes. He lay panting on the blankets, nude, with Harry by his side.

"What would you like to know to tell Voldemort?" Malfoy flinched at the mention of the name.

"Do you have to say that and spoil the mood?"

"Oh, why? Is this one of your fantasies then, Malfoy?" Malfoy didn't answer. He was looking down at his own bare body. A sudden realization of his craving for Harry finally set in.

"Harry, make love to me."

"What?"

Malfoy took Harry's hand and placed it upon his own hip, tears streaming down his pale face. He gazed longingly at Harry, and kissed him upon the neck, causing Harry to jerk back in surprise. The look on Malfoy's face was one of great eagerness, yet positively pained. It's now or never…

"I said, make love to me."

"But why, Malfoy? Isn't it against the rules?"

"Rules, rules. All my life it's just been rules. What father says, what mother says." He stared at the ceiling blankly. "They've always told me, doing what the Dark Lord says is right. Day and night, I heard of the terrible things He did which I was always told was right. Every day, they drilled into me the importance of evil and power. And I was almost fooled.

"That was until the day I met you, Potter. As I insulted and mocked you, I grew to envy you as well. So deprived, yet so rich and satisfied all the same. No mom and dad, but also no twisted mind and evil intentions. You're so strong, and so brave. I knew I could never get close to you. And I never could be like you either.

"So I vented out my hatred towards you. I tried to act like I was superior, but all I got was shame and guilt which I buried deep into my soul. I didn't want to hurt you, Potter. My emotions were too deep, and I had to keep them in so I wouldn't cause my parents any grief.

"But I loved you, Potter. And I still do, now. Right now, these feelings are unbearable. They've overwhelmed me and I can't stop myself right now. The Dark Lord is counting on me to bring you to him, Potter, but I can't. It hurts too much. I'd do anything, Potter. Anything just to have you by my side. I won't let him take you."

"Oh… Malfoy…" Harry gazed at him with a newfound admiration. He couldn't believe that, after all this time, this was truly what Malfoy wanted? His keen intuition sensed sincerity.

"So, Potter. Just give it to me. Do it with me once, please." Malfoy's watery eyes were filled with deep sorrow as he embraced Harry. "It'd make me feel so happy."

"Then why do you look so sad?" Malfoy paused for a while, then turned away.

"Because the Dark Lord knows what I'm doing. He knows. Potter, once we've done it together, I'll die."

"Malfoy… don't say that! Voldemort isn't here, and he won't be. This is the Room of Requirement. He can't come in here!"

"Oh, yes he can. He needs to kill you, Potter. He needs to kill you to survive!" Malfoy started to sob, curling himself up tightly. "I can't indulge in these selfish desires. He's coming, Potter. I'm sorry, I can't stop him. Get out of here, now."

"Are you serious? But Malfoy, no! I can't just leave you here…"

"Yes, you can. I'm just your enemy. Go!"

"But Malfoy…"

Harry was interrupted by Malfoy's agonizing yell. He gasped as a scar on Malfoy's arm turned an intense green, burning and mutating into something that Harry distinctively knew was the dark mark.

"You idiot, Potter! Get out! Please, I don't want to see you hurt! Go!" Malfoy writhed in pain while Harry fumbled through his heap of robes, looking for his only form of protection – his wand.

"Looking for this, Potter?" Harry could only gasp as his scar burned livid. Even Malfoy's sobs grew quiet as the cloaked man, or at least what used to be a man, held out the two wands, each a brother to the other. Lord Voldemort had arrived.