Story: To Love an Enemy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash. Male/Male pairing. If you are offended, then please stop reading.
Summary: Harry is waiting for The Order to pick him up from his uncle's house. So when Draco Malfoy came to do the task, Harry was more than apprehensive to trust him. But his feelings were going to change soon
Chapter 2: Flight
"What are youdoing here?" Harry asked, not lowering his wand.
"I thought Dumbledore had already sent you a letter informing that you will leave tonight," Draco said, looking around for any signs of danger.
"Yes, he did. But he said that someone from the Order is going to come," Harry said defiantly.
"So he is right," Draco said.
Harry knew Draco was in the order but he could not understand why Dumbledore asked Draco of all people to escort him back to the Headquarters.
"We do not have all day, Potter," Draco said, with a touch of impatience.
"I will not go with you," Harry said adamantly.
"Don't be a child, Potter. Bring your belongings and we can get out of here," Draco snapped, his patience gone altogether.
"I refuse to," Harry said obstinately.
"Trust me this once, Potter," Draco entreated. He knew Harry would not make the task easy for him. Draco sensed some subtle changes in the atmosphere. He had a premonition that the night might end direly.
"Don't make me laugh, Malfoy," Harry snarled, "You may have fooled Dumbledore and the others but not me. Why did he send you?"
A pained expression crossed Draco's face but he quickly hid it with a sneer, "You area fool!" he said, "Wont you ask me in? It is rather cold out here."
Before Harry could say anything, Uncle Vernon bellowed, finally finding his voice, "It is not his house to ask you in, boy!"
Draco raised a delicate eyebrow and looked at Harry, who only gritted his teeth irately.
"Vernon, I think we should call him in otherwise the neighbours will think it queer," Petunia spoke in a small voice.
Harry looked at his aunt in bewilderment and groaned. It was evident from her expression that she had taken a liking to Malfoy.
Draco stepped in the threshold and smiled at Petunia, who looked as if she might faint. No harm done in wooing a little, Draco thought.
"The answer to the question you asked earlier is because I am, in your words, a Death-Eater-in-training," Draco explained.
Harry was startled. He pointed his wand at Draco who rolled his eyes and stepped forward so that the tip of the wand was touching his chest.
"I received a letter from my father saying that if I bring Harry Potter to the Dark Lord, he will forgive my blunder," Draco chuckled darkly, "As if I do not know the phrase 'killing two birds with one stone'."
"So as I was saying, I showed the letter to Dumbledore and he thought it was a brilliant idea to send me to fetch you. A bit ironic, don't you think? My Father expects me to bring you to the Dark Lord and defy the Order while the Order trusts me to return you safely disregarding the Dark Lord!"
"Which one are you going to pull off then?" Harry asked through clenched teeth.
Draco smirked and gently eased Harry's wand from his chest. Harry dropped his hand but kept glaring at Draco.
"I have pledged my allegiance to the Order so I will take you back to them. I know you don't trust me and because you don't, let me soothe your worries. My father is using me as a bait to lure you to the Dark Lord. I will be killed the moment I take you to their lair. At least Dumbledore does not kill his own men"
Harry seemed to ponder over the matter for a moment. Malfoy was right. He took Dumbledore's side and betrayed Voldemort. He is a prime target of the Death Eaters now. Maybe he can be trusted…
"Was that reason Slytherin enough for you? Will you grace me with your honorable company now?" Draco asked sarcastically.
Harry glowered at him but said resignedly, "I will come with you."
He went up the stairs to get his trunk and Hedwig. He still could not believe Dumbledore sent Malfoy to take him. What on earth was the old man thinking?
He shook his head as if to clear the thoughts. Tucking his wand away in his pocket, he grabbed his trunk and Hedwig. Harry went down the stairs and saw the blond waiting for him with his wand in hand.
"It seems that they have come," he whispered gravely, not looking at Harry.
"You mean the Death Eaters?" Harry asked, once again taking his wand out.
Draco nodded, "We were expecting them. They would not miss this golden opportunity."
"Why did you come alone? Why did no one else come with you?" Harry asked puzzled at the whole scenario.
Draco rolled his eyes and said, "You know potter, I do not like to chastise you always. But when you say something this stupid, I cannot help it, can I?" he smirked, "I have not come alone. The order members are guarding you from the shadows to make sure that you are not harmed."
Draco stiffened when he heard footsteps outside, and not just of one person. Harry, who was fuming after hearing Draco, stopped glaring and raised his wand ready to attack.
"We should get out of here," Draco said softly, holding out his hand, "Touch the ring, Potter," he ordered.
Harry stared at the proffered hand and the thick golden ring, "What?"
"It is a portkey. It will take us to the Headquarters," he explained.
"But what about them?" Harry jerked his head towards the Dursleys.
"They will be fine. The others will protect them," Harry could sense fear in Draco's voice.
"I am not leaving them to die," Harry said.
"This is no time to play 'Hero', Potter!" Draco snapped, "Just grab my hand and we will get going."
He could hear curses being fired outside and knew that they were in great danger. Dumbledore's orders had been clear, 'Save Harry and protect him,' and he was going to do just that—he had to do that.
Harry cried out in pain, clutching his head with his hand.
"What is it?" Draco asked, alarmed.
"He is here," Harry said in a barely audible whisper.
Draco did not need to ask who 'He' was. The time had come for desperate measures. Wasting no time, he shrunk Harry's trunk to the size of a small handbag and shoved it into his pocket. He took Hedwig and his wand in one hand. After a moment of hesitation, he pulled Harry close so that his head rested on Draco's shoulder. Holding the Gryffindor tightly, he activated the portkey.
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