At any given moment he felt a mixture of rage, pain, guilt, love and hatred. Apparently the line between love and hatred was very thin and all it took was a meaningless shag with the world’s biggest prick to cross it. If the world’s biggest prick wasn’t actually Draco. And to top it all off, he was constantly more aroused than he had ever been in his life. In retrospect, he should’ve known this relationship would crash and burn in an unbearable combination of ecstasy and torture someday.