It lasted hours. Every touch hurt and bit and scratched and maimed and tore him apart. His muscles felt like they were on fire. It was torture. The sweetest kind of inescapable torture. Through it all, she kept repeating those cursed words.  I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, Draco, Please believe me, I love you. He wished he could believe her. If it could only be true. 