A/N: This is a full story. Sort of companion piece to Fact of Life but you don't have to have read it. For Thura Huodae who wanted me to make it a proper story. Tell me if you think I should change the rating.

Disclaimer: I own nothing not even a playstation.

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I still hate him. Hate everything he stands for. Everything about him. Yeah, we fuck, a lot. But that's all it is. Sex. Nothing more. Just hate in every single thrust. We don't kiss. We have a silent agreement. Kissing is too personal. We just bite and thrust and fuck. We hate each other.

So why does my heart flip every time I see him? And why do I have to fight back declarations of adoration when I come? Why do I tingle whenever he touches me? What is this strange feeling in my chest when I think about him? Why do I wonder what it would feel like to have his lips pressed against mine?

Okay, I know what it is. I'm not stupid. I just don't want to admit it. I don't understand how it happened though. It wasn't supposed to happen. We were just using each other. It wasn't supposed to turn into love.

Maybe if I ignore it it'll go away but I know it'll never work and it's only days before disaster strikes. We're lying next to each other, not talking, just lying. We're not enjoying each other's presence we don't do that. Well I do but he doesn't. Anyway, we're just lying here and I can't help myself. It slips out before I can stop it.

"I love you," I whisper, one half of me desperately hoping that he won't hear me, the other praying that he will.

He hears all right. Almost instantly he's on his feet, backing away from me. For some reason he's shaking and if I'm not mistaken there are tears gathering in the corners of his eyes but when he speaks it's as hard and cruel as always.

"Trust a Gryffindork to fall for the Ice Prince," Draco mocks, pulling on his robes "It's pathetic."

With a toss of his blonde head he strides out of the room leaving a me a devastated heap in the middle of a cold bed, desperately wishing I knew how to keep my mouth shut.

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A/N: More when I have it. Reviews?