Draco took his time gathering his things, he wanted to wait till Potter returned.
As if on cue, Harry walked in and brushed right past Malfoy. He began quickly packing his bags, as if in a rush.
Malfoy walked up behind him and placed a hand around his waist.
"Make love one more time?" he purred.
Surprisingly, Harry slapped his hand back. "We don't have time," he growled.
"If we did, would you?" Draco pressed.
Harry spun around, his eyes like green fire. "No, Draco. I wouldn't. You don't deserve love. All you've ever done in this world is hurting others and sucking up the happiness around you. You're a dementor. You're a monster."
With that, he turned around and left. Draco threw a "Fine go fuck yourself!" after him, but after the door shut he melted.
His usual self took over and he sank to the floor, staring at the wall blankly. For a glorious few hours, he had thought they had a thing going on.
Now all his love for him was clouded by thought of hate. Draco screamed, throwing his bag. Tearing at the carpet with his fingers, he screamed, "I HATE HIM!" "I FUCKING HATE POTTER!"
And this time he really meant it.
