A/N: Great. The first time I submited this story and I find all these problems. Geez... Well, I hope you like it. I'm a novice here, give me a break if it sucks like crap.

Perfect Enemy

Chapter 1 An Unexpected Entrance

Draco tumbled in to the Ministry of Magic department doors. It was absolutely pouring outside, thunder clashed hard against the dark gray skies. Drenched with rain and his sorrows, he continued past the startled stares of the people, and headed for the ministration desk. Strange, yes? To see a Death Eater march right in to a place of magical security. You would have thought him mad, but Draco had business to tend to.

He didn't want it to end like this, but it seems...he had no choice in the matter. To live, it was either escape and hide for the rest of his life, or stay and perish before the very hands of the Dark Lord. And for the last two years, he had served the lord. Succumbing to his every will until at last, on one unfortunate night, he was given the specific order to rid his family.

The command was sudden and no one dared disobeyed Him. Those who have, withered and screamed - until their last breath, begging for mercy. Yes, he had absolutely no tolerance to his followers. Draco's father was such. He had the audacity to disagree in a conversation; the Lord granted him an inescapable punishment that will forever haunt every corner of Draco's mind.

Draco had watched them crumble beneath the Imperious curse he imprecated, and right before his eyes, they died at his feet. He killed them - he murdered his own parents.

Oh...! How they died...and so awfully, horribly slow. It drove Draco past his limits of hysterics. With their mouths gaping wide open, they gave an icy shriek. It pierced the very cold heart of Draco, leaving a crack far too deep to be ever healed. His hands had trembled as he pulled back his wand. Never had he committed a crime as awful as this, and because of then Dark Lord. If it weren't for him, and his irresistible power, Draco would never had raise a wand to his beloveds. But he had. And that changed everything. Because they're all dead; he barely escaped with his own life.

Draco paused at the counter. He stared at the registration lady with sullen eyes and a broken face. Taking a defensive stance, she pointed her wand at him threateningly. Visible knees beneath her too-short skirt showed her shaking as she timidly asked, "What do you want?"

Now Draco was a very well known Death Eater, and the Ministry wanted him captured by all means. It was surprising. Draco had just suddenly showed up - as if asking to be caught; suspicion immediately rose as soon as he had stepped foot through the doors. It grew more intense as everybody stood before him, ready to take any necessary offensive action. However, Draco paid no heed to their steady advances. His eyes stared specifically at the lady. The shine, that was reflected off his glacier eyes, sent shiver down her slender body. She was, for a moment, captivated and enthralled by them.

Recovering from the slight pause, she assured she had her back covered, and asked again with more confidence. Any stupid move could've taken his life anyways. "I repeat: 'What do you want?' A Death Eater is not welcome here -or anywhere else at that fact. State your business or prepare to be arrested." Draco did not respond. Instead, he tucked a strand of wet hair behind his ear, confused and wondered why he was here again. "No sudden movements Mr.Malfoy, or we will be forced to take you out." She warned.

A thin sneer broke out in Draco's melancholy features. 'Mr. Malfoy'...hilarious. He gave a low chuckle; the crowd gathered closer, wands raised. Eying them cautiously (and he suddenly remembered why he was here), Draco decided that he didn't want to fight them now - despite the hatred towards them. But he definitely could if he wanted to. Besides, he needed their assistance. "I wish to speak with the Minister of Magic." His sullen look was replaced by a firmer and darker face when the lady did not react. "I'd like to request something. Hurry it up, would you?" Dimwit.

"Why are you, a Death Eater, doing here?"

Draco shuddered."'Ex-Death Eater' now...," Draco answered coldly. The thought of even being a former Death Eater disgusted him. He frowned, "Well, I'm not planning on hurting anybody all right?" he said exasperated when no one moved. "I wish to ask the minister a favor."

"And what would that be?" a voice came from no where, but now its owner stood in front of Draco. Draco glared at him. The man had been in the back crowd, but had moved forward once he knew Draco had no intentions of harming anybody.

"I would like to speak to you in private if you may," Draco requested bitterly. Fudge frowned. "I don't intend to harm you or anything if that's what you're thinking," he added irritated.

The crowd of working wizards and witches were extremely reluctant to leave their minister alone with the wanted Death Eater. They moved closer, anxious and impatient. At the moment, it seemed that breathing was difficult.

"What do I gain from helping you, hmm?" Fudge implored.

"Whereabouts of the Dark Lord..." Draco answered quietly. "I'll tell you anything you need to know about him. I am no longer his faithful follower..." That meant the ministry could use him to no extent. Draco mentally shrugged. He was used to it. Didn't give a shit really...

Fudge smiled all too knowingly. There were others before him in the past.

He turned around with his hands behind his back, and began to walk. "Right then. Come with me Mr.Malfoy."

Draco followed.

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Draco was fully aware of the mess he implanted himself in. He will soon be the most hated person in the Dark world, especially by the Dark Lord. In their previous encounter, he was barely able to evade His hexes, but he was a better wizard than Lucius, and most of His followers. In fact, he was the best. How had he fallen from the high rank of a superior official to a lowly and loathed traitor? Oh yes... after he was forced to kill his parents and then walking out on the Dark Lord.

Draco's head began to nod as he attempted to stay awake on the uncomfortable chair he rested upon. He was in an empty cramped room with dreary and grey drapes. Draco didn't mind and because he thought he was momentarily safe, his mind began to drift. Questioning was difficult, and he didn't want to give the minister the full details unless he received what he had demanded. If he wanted to live, it might as well be for along time before the Dark Lord will capture him.

Honestly, how many days had it been since he murdered his parents? Half a week? More? Draco's heart constricted painfully and he choked down the emotions that threatened to release itself.

It must've been shorter...

What would he do? How long could he hold the thin stitches that held him together? Chuckling a bit at the thought, Draco almost burst out crying. He was torn to pieces too many times - those imaginary threads might as well shred and fall off cause Draco couldn't take it. His parents are gone, he has a horde of Death Eaters at his heels, no friends to turn to or any close relatives...basically he was alone; the bitterness of the feeling was never so intense up until now. The only loved-ones of his life were gone. Sure they hadn't really been great, but at least they cared for him. And if they had truly loved him, it wouldn't be too easy letting them go. Realizing that he had always been alone, Draco drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them close. Despite the misfortune that befell him, Draco was determined to live. He was determined to get back at the Dark Lord - before he would get back at him for betraying Him.

But who? Who would be willing enough to stick to Draco, to be better at the Dark Arts than Draco, with more courage and endurance than Draco,...who would have what it takes to protect a pathetic and hated Death Eater?

The door swung open and there entered Fudge and a cloaked stranger. "Mr. Malfoy, I present you Mr. Potter. He would be your bodyguard until you are ready to tell us about what you know." Fudge gestured towards the cloaked figure.

At the sound of that repulsive name, Draco's head snapped to attention to stare at the figure as he slowly removed his black hood. Intense green eyes glared straight back at him. A past hatred was restored to Draco's body and he suddenly felt warm.

"Why the hell is HE here!" Draco spat in incredulously and in disbelief. He stood at full height his rage visibly clear.

"'HE', Mr. Malfoy is your assigned protector. Just as you requested to have our very best, and here he is!" Fudge explained confused gesturing towards Harry. Obviously he didn't know the history between the two. "We had several others, but Harry here is our top.Plus, he willingly volunteered!"

"Mr.Fudge here didn't want to sign me up with you," Harry's voice sounded unfamiliar to Draco's ears. It was cold and distant. His prying eyes looked skeptically at Draco. "I asked him to reconsider his choice, which was by the way, Neville Longbottom. Almost the worst of our wizards." Harry smirked as Draco glared at Fudge. Fudge smiled nervously and shuffled his feet away from Draco.

"Well, I'll leave it to you then," Fudge tipped his hideous bowler hat at the two and then proceeded to leave quickly. "Mr.Malfoy, you are to be back here at 7 in the morning two days from now. Good bye Potter," he added hastily and left.

The two old enemies glared at one another silently. Recalling the events of their past resentment, just made them both furious. Looking at Harry made the thin layer of remorse in Draco's eyes melt like quick silver. He flexed his fists, and his breathing was quick and irregular.

On the other hand, Harry's emerald eyes gleamed dangerously at Draco's. His intensive eyes were the depths of a dark forest; deep behind those hollow and fragile trees lay many secrets, hidden behind shades of green.

"Really, if you hate me so much - why do you trouble yourself by agreeing to watch over me?" Draco asked sneeringly.

"My intention wasn't to help you," Harry replied impatiently. "Bloody hell, that'd be the last thing I would want to do. I overheard Fudge talking to Longbottom about protecting you in order to get information."

Draco's eyes narrowed, "That no good scum! I guess his plan was to purposely hire me a low ranked wizard, and make me assume he was the best. And if I really feared for my life, I'd ask for another and more competent protector. Fudge would've made me agreed to tell him more about the Dark Lord, wouldn't he?"

And just when Draco hadn't really cared if the ministry used him - Harry shows up and somehow, Draco did care.

"His ways of course," Harry replied calmly.

Draco rubbed his eyelids. The calm voice somehow soothed him of his depression. It was a change of voice, unlike the other magical people who continuously spit at him. The burning flame within him began to smother.

"You know, since you're a Death Eater and all," Harry continued indifferently. "I would've done the same myself if I was in his position."

And the flame rekindled itself.

Draco glared darkly at Harry and sank back into his chair. He tapped impatiently at the wooden armrest, trying to keep his anger in check. He learned it wasn't wise to have sudden outbursts, but Draco continued to glare at Harry. "It wouldn't be so wise to talk like that to me, Potter. Have you not heard of all the great things I have done these past years? "

Harry only looked at Draco with a passive look. "Yes."

'What's with him?' Draco thought curiously. He used to be so angry. "And you agree that they are all ingenious and wonderful?"

Harry disagreed with a similar look, except this time there was a slight spark in his eyes, and his fists clenched tightly together. "The things you have done are unforgivable, Malfoy."

Draco chuckled to himself quietly as he eyed the hands on his lap with remorse, "Yes...You have no idea how unforgivable..."

Grief weighed heavily above his heart, and for a long time Draco remained silent even after Harry began to talk.

But the words that traveled to Draco's mind were incoherent, for suddenly a storm recollected his unwanted memories. And it was if no contact could be made to wake Draco from his day-nightmare.

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