I Hate Everything About You

Harry turned and looked at the sleeping boy at his side. Draco’s hair was strewn about and the gel that usually held it back had been sweated out long ago. He didn’t know why he always came back to Draco. It was just the way things were. They had been out of school for about a year now. Draco had followed the path always intended for him and gotten the dark mark. Harry on the other hand, had accepted a contract to play Quiddich professionally. His Quiddich team knew about his ‘responsibilities’ to the wizarding world and understood that occasionally he needed a break from everything so that he could relax or go fight for them. This was a relaxation break. But they never were relaxing. He always found himself at Draco’s flat. It always started in an argument of “why was Harry there” and “he was going to get killed coming here one day” and ended with them shagging like there was no tomorrow. Harry brushed the hair off of Draco’s forehead and stood up. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He washed his hands and covered his face in water. He looked up in the mirror at what he had become. 1

Every time we lie awake.2

After every hit we take.3

Every feeling that I get,4

But I haven't missed you yet.5

Seeing himself like this always cringed a bit. His neck was covered in bites and marks from Draco. They were always rough with each other, never gentle and sweet like lovers. He often wondered if Draco felt the same way about him as he did, but he never asked and Draco never told him. This was one of these things that they never spoke about. Once the actual acts happened they never talked, except to call out each others names and direct each other. Not that either of them needed direction. They had been over each other’s bodies so much that they knew exactly where every spot was to drive each other wild. It was always the same though. 6

Every roommate kept awake,7

By every silent scream we make.8

All the feelings that I get,9

But I still don’t miss you yet.10

Only when I stop to think about it.11

Harry dried off his face and hands and went back to bed. Draco was awake now and propped up on one arm. Harry had know that Draco would wake up. He always did, even if he was pretending to be asleep. Harry usually slipped out into the night after this, so that there was no awkwardness in the morning. He didn’t know if Draco liked that arrangement or not, he had never asked. Draco sighed and signaled for him to come sit on the bed with him. Harry sat down with his back to Draco, not looking at him.12

I hate everything about you.13

Why do I love you?14

I hate everything about you.15

Why do I love you?16

“Why do you do that?” Draco asked, tracing a finger down Harry’s back. Harry had not gotten dressed yet, and this contact wasn’t doing much for how he felt. He just wanted to leave like normal. Why was Draco doing this to him?17

“Do what?” Harry asked innocently as he reached for his pants. Draco leaned forward and caught his hand. He pulled Harry against his smooth chest and breathed on his ear. Harry shivered a little and waited there, not moving at all.18

“Why do you always leave in the middle of the night? You don’t even leave a note telling me you’ll be back. You just leave.” Draco’s voice seemed so sad somehow, but Harry brushed it off as wishful thinking. Draco didn’t care for him. It was impossible for them to care about each other. They lived in two separate worlds now, held together only by the shagging that had started in their last year at Hogwarts. It was just like these encounters actually. 19

Harry had been in the Gryffindor bathroom after a Quiddich meet where they had beaten Slytherian into the mud. He was taking a shower when suddenly Draco was there. They argued for a moment and then Draco came at him. Harry had thought that Draco was going to attack him while he was nude and without defense, but instead he had kissed him. It had quickly turned into a shag in the showers where they were just glad they didn’t get caught. It had gone all year like that. They would get angry at each other and end up shagging in some broom closet afterwards. 20

Every time we lie awake.21

After every hit we take.22

Every feeling that I get,23

But I haven't missed you yet,24

Only when I stop to think about it.25

Harry turned and looked at him for a moment. Draco had the cool exterior that he normally had, although his eyes seems sadder than normal. Harry leaned down and kissed Draco softly. Draco didn’t respond at all, he never did when Harry tried to kiss him. Draco said that kissing was for those in love, and he was never in love with Harry. Harry pulled away and sighed.26

“That’s why.” Harry turned around and reached for his pants again. Draco once again caught him and prevented him from doing it. On his arm, the Dark Mark stood out clearly against the pale flesh. He may have been a spy in there for the Order, but every time that Harry was forced to look at it, he wanted to turn away from Draco and never look back. The mark made him sick. 27

I hate everything about you.28

Why do I love you?29

I hate everything about you.30

Why do I love you?31

Draco pulled him back and kissed him this time. Harry responded slowly, unsure of what to think. He scooted closer to Draco and put his arms around him. Draco was much thinner then he was, not being toned from Quiddich as Harry was. He ran a hand down Draco’s side and under his body to his buttocks. 32

Only when I stop to think about you,33

I know...34

Only when you stop to think about me,35

Do you know...36

Draco pulled Harry down on the bed and pinned him down with his body. Harry sighed a little into the kiss. Draco pulled away and kissed his way down Harry’s body. He ran his tongue over Harry’s nipples and dipped his tongue into Harry’s bellybutton. Harry moaned softly and put a hand on the back of Draco’s head. Draco moved down a little more and started to lick Harry’s already hard cock. He sucked on it softly and licked down to his balls. Harry gasped softly and fisted his hand in Draco’s hair.37

“Oh God Draco…” Draco smiled up at him and spread Harry’s legs more. He got in between them and put Harry’s legs on his shoulders. He retrieved the gel that they had used earlier and he put some on his hand. He smoothed it over the head of his cock and used the bit left on his hand to massage Harry’s ass. He slipped a finger in and wriggled it around for a moment, teasing Harry. Harry gasped and jerked against Draco’s hand. This was a lot more gentle then they had ever been before. 38

I hate everything about you.39

Why do I love you?40

You hate everything about me.41

Why do you love me?42

Draco lifted Harry a little more and slid into him. He slowly worked his way in and out of Harry, leaving Harry breathless and gasping. Draco reached up and started to pump Harry’s cock in time with his thrusts. Harry moaned Draco’s name over and over again and begged him to speed up. Draco thrusted faster and soon Harry came. Draco let go of Harry’s cock and put both hands on Harry’s hips, thrusting hard now.43

“HARRY!” Draco cried out as he emptied himself out into Harry. He collapsed onto Harry and sighed. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and sighed softly. 44

I hate.45

You hate.46

I hate.47

You love me.48

“Why Draco? You never…” Draco pulled out and moved up Harry’s body,  and Harry wondered if Draco cared about the fact that he was all sticky. He kissed Harry softly and shushed him. It wasn’t something to speak about. Okay… They had tons of that already. What was one more thing between lovers? 49

I hate everything about you.50

Why do I love you?51