I just finished The Deathly Hallows. I'm sad yet happy! End of an era, sigh...So I'm uploading this oneshot and will try to update all other stories of mine because of this momentous occasion! Nothing shall ever compare to Harry Potter! Long live Harry and J.K. Rowling.

Stab.

You drive the sharp knife through my poor heart and I fall in pain yet I long for you still. I don't understand why I want this, why I want you to give me this, but I do; I so do.

Stab.

A thousand white-hot knives of depression and agony go through my chest at your hands as I kiss you. I love you with more love than this heart possesses though you give me such pain.

Stab.

There again you go, with your malicious words springing off your unpitying tongue. Words of hate you lash at me, and I cry inwardly as I return with even colder ones. Your glare penetrates me and I'm left on the ground, crying, sobbing. Nonetheless I still love you as if you never said those things.

Stab.

You hold me tight against your chest, kissing my wild brunette curls. I hold you close to me in an amorous hug, wanting it to stay this way forever, you kissing my head as I rest it upon your neck. But alas the knife of your true nature pierces my heart, and I'm pushed away from you.

Stab.

Your hate and love is all I've ever wanted. Your knife may stab my pitiful, undeserving heart but I can't help but think of the love you contain, and how I'll receive it after all this pain is over. And as you raise the knife higher, reluctantly or willingly I know not, I realize once and for all you're the only one who could give me pain that felt so good.

Stab.

Love me. Hate me. Forget me. Kill me. You do all this, and I know at times I do it to you too. But our love is stronger than that knife in your grasp, you know it. It'd make everything easier if you'd just throw that knife away, but I know you can't; it's glued to your palm, even if you want it off. It's a part of us, something we have to have if we must love. I beg for you to lose it, but you simply spit at me like I'm filth. Yet I still stay close to you and you to me. Our love knows no bounds; no one can tear us apart. No Muggle, no wizard, no witch…and no knife.

So stab my heart, Draco Malfoy. Stab it good and fierce, because I know there is still love behind that merciless knife.