Title: My Enemy
Setting: End of summer, Beginning of sixth year. Grimmauld Place.
Summary: Harry is ready for another year at Hogwarts when someone rudely interrupts his life MM pairing/slash; don't read if you're against male/male pairings. DM.HP. OoTP spoilers
Rating: R. (Violence, language, ect.)
Author's note: This one's in Harry's Point of View. I read a review and agreed with it completely. I do need to explain why the sudden change of heart in Harry, so this chapter is what happened in the second chapter except it's in Harry's point of view. This is re-written, I used to have all my chapters to chapter six done, so I could just post them all together, but now since I read them all over I'm really disappointed in it so I'm making new ones. This will take a bit longer and I'm sorry, but it will have better quality! And thanks to my reviewers, I was happy all day because of your reviews. I've never sent an actual story in and to have reviews like this made me so happy!
Chapter Three: Secrets revealed
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I was sitting in the kitchen, Hermione's words echoing in my head. No, I wasn't cold-hearted, of course not. The only confusing thing going on was that my friends were starting to take Draco Malfoy's side over mine. My head was throbbing, how exactly was this normal?
Frustration took over my body and I needed time to think. I stepped out into the ratty old garden and ran a hand through my hair. Leaning my head on a tree I sighed. This was all too much. Draco Malfoy was evil, completely evil. Why was the order being so dense?
Hermione and Ron, the only ones I would have thought to be on my side, were now Malfoy's best friends. Immediately fires of jealousy coursed through my body and ran my hands over my face.
"Damn you, Malfoy!" I yelled. "I never thought you could make me more miserable then you already have!"
Sirius. He was the only one who would understand, the only one who would be here with me. He was related to the Malfoys, he knew how bad of a family they were. He knew Lucious and his son were exactly the same. Heartless, cold, monsters. But, Sirius wasn't here. He was gone forever. The words seemed so final and yet so fresh in my memory.
My teeth were clenched so hard that when I released them my jaw ached viciously. I groaned and buried my face in my hands. The sun lingered on me and I started to sweat. Stepping away I angrily went back inside. What a wretched day.
When I entered the kitchen, a weary looking Lupin awaited me. I clenched my fists and walked up to him.
"Professor." I said, keeping my voice as calm as it could get.
He looked up from a roll of parchment and set down his coffee mug. "Hello, Harry."
I sat down next to him, wondering how to start my conversation. I sighed deeply and looked at him, confusion clearly showing in my eyes. "How are you accepting Lucious Malfoy's, one of Voldemorts most trusted servants, son into the order, especially after everything he has put us through?"
Lupin's eyebrows arched. "Harry, I never expected you to hold grudges."
My eyes instantly widened. "Grudges?"
Lupin's face became worn and he sighed. "Harry, sometimes people aren't who you think they are."
I gritted my teeth. What on earth was he talking about? "Malfoy's done things that can't be forgotten. Lupin!" I said, rage taking over my voice. "Asking me to accept him is like asking me to accept Voldemort. This is like telling me 'Voldemort is not who you think.' I don't understand how you guys are letting him get away with everything. You're taking a huge risk. This is Malfoy!"
His eyes watched me carefully and I growled with anger. I didn't want to hear any more objections. I stormed out of the room, feeling Lupin's disappointed gaze.
My anger only grew when I saw Snape drinking out of a goblet in the living room. He looked up and the same annoyance that flickered in my eyes flickered in his.
"Potter, do you always rudely interrupt others?" He snarled.
I narrowed my eyes and looked away, ready to leave when his cold voice found it's way to my ears once more.
"Get Draco, the meetings starting." He said. He carelessly lifted the goblet again, willing it to spill out of the glass and onto Sirius' carpet.
"No." I stated plainly, walking away.
"Get him now!" Said Snape, his cold voice raising. I flinched and headed for the stairs, not wanting to argue with the potions master.
When I arrived at Draco's door I listened for anything suspicious, but Malfoy appeared to be sleeping. I sighed in defeat and knocked on the door, waiting for the true Malfoy to face me. Giving me his famous sneer and a vicious insult.
When the door opened, Malfoy looked shocked. I narrowed my eyes and tapped my foot impatiently on the floor.
"Malfoy." I said, my voice dripping with ice.
He watched me for a while then his lips formed a small smile. His eyes glistened, tiredly and he straightened. "Evening, Harry." I couldn't help noticing a small trace of hope in his voice.
I ignored it. "You have a meeting to attend." I could almost see Malfoy shiver from the coldness of my voice. They were letting the enemy attend meetings, but not me.
I watched him nod and smile once again, and I gave him a sort of disgusted look then walked away, proudly. No member of the Malfoy family would know how badly they were affecting me.
When I was back into the kitchen, Hermione was smiling at me. I smiled back, feeling the rage leave my body momentarily.
"Harry, can we talk?" She said, her voice soft. My smile faded and I walked over to her, waiting for her lecture.
"What." I said, nastily, my face avoiding hers.
There was silence for a few minutes then she gathered courage and started to speak. "Harry, I know it's hard for you to accept Draco. It was hard for Ron and me too! We know he wasn't the nicest person to us in school, but it was all because of his father. If you talk to him you'll realise he's a sweet guy." She said, almost all in one breath.
I waited for my mind to let go some of the rage so I could gather my thoughts together. "All because of his father? He was daddy's-little-boy! He chose to do all the things on his own. If he really hated the way his father chose to do things he would have let Dumbledore know sooner!"
Hermione paused, her face set in an irritated expression. Everyone was asking me to explain to them why I hated Malfoy so much, when it was obvious why. "Harry, if you would just try—"
"I'm not trying anything." I snarled.
She looked at me then stood up from the table. "Harry, I know you've been through a lot, but I still think you should be more understanding." She said watching me with her intent brown eyes.
I looked away, ignoring the last comment completely. I heard footsteps and when I looked back she was gone. My eyes landed on the floor and I blinked away furiously, trying to understand.
I didn't want Malfoy to take my friends from me too.
When he came downstairs, I felt my anger release in my expression. He didn't look at me; he just stepped inside for the meeting, leaving me to wish for an explanation.
The meeting took long to finish; I stared at the door intently, waiting. It was at least twenty-five minutes when people started to pour into the kitchen for dinner. I brushed my uncooperative strands of hair from my face and crossed my arms when my eyes met with silver ones. Before I could even sneer the contact was gone.
Hermione and Ron soon joined us. My heart skipped a beat when Hermione sat herself next to Malfoy, smiling. Jealously once again burned in my body and I looked back at my food. They didn't understand. Why didn't my best friends understand?
When I finished a few potatoes and a bite of a roll I stood up, ready to leave. There was no way I could trust Malfoy and him eating a meal with me was just to much to bear. I walked away, ignoring the protests from Mrs. Weasley and walked up the stairs.
Sudden suspicion caught up with me as I passed Malfoy's door. I opened it quietly and was greeted with a beautiful black bed with a gorgeous canopy. I wandered to the left and saw myself staring into a mirror that showed my reflection crystal clear. A wonderful smell of mint trailed through the bathroom, door slightly ajar. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes when I saw dozens of silver watches and necklaces laying neatly on the dresser in a beautifully decorated, deep-green jewellery case.
A small case of studded knives hung loosely beside the mirror, all different sizes with the Malfoy crest at the bottom and an emerald snake crawling up the handle. They were breath taking really; it was obvious that Malfoy liked to show off his wealth.
I trailed my hand across the painted black wall to the flawless wardrobe with the beautiful steel handles. I opened it to find what looked like a small shopping mall. It was clearly charmed to hold more then it looked like it could. I flipped through the wonderful pieces of clothing, shaking my head. I followed up a large cloak and touched something that felt like a leather book. I frowned and reached in, pulling the leather-bound book out.
Curiosity struck me and I hurriedly opened the book, landing on a page marked 'September 24'.
Today was wonderful. I visited my father at the magic of ministry where he works! Mother brought me, complaining how someone needed to take care for me while she went to the salon with Mrs. Parkinson. I protested against going to Pansy's, she's much to annoying. If I have to have another tea party with her, I'll scream.
When I went to the Ministry it was so strange. I met my father by the elevator and he told me to put on my best Malfoy face, I of course did. I didn't want my father to lose his respect because of his useless son.
I met a very kind man with a wonderful sense of humour. I explained to him how I was turning ten in a few days and he gave me a birthday present. He worked with muggle things and gave me some kind of motion picture film. I can't wait till tomorrow when father comes home and I can show him. Maybe we can watch it together.
Draco
I stared at the entry for a while, puzzled. The thought struck me. This was probably Malfoy's journal. I flipped the page eagerly; waiting to find something I could trap him with.
September 25He hates me. My father hates me. I saw him this morning drinking his coffee and told him about the wonderful gift the man gave me.
He wasn't happy about it at all.
He got that murderous look in his eyes again and I shudder just thinking about it. I couldn't help but cry out when I felt the hard material fly towards my head, causing my vision to blur. I ran out of the room as quickly as I could after he was done with his angry lecture, not wanting to feel his wrath any longer.
Mother came home not to long ago. I can still hear her shrieks as she yells at my father. The sound is haunting almost as I hear the screams of pain escaping her mouth. She hates when he beats me, but she doesn't know I deserve it.
Draco
I stared at the parchment, my eyebrows furrowed. My hands, almost automatically, flipped passed a bundle of pages as I landed on something dated in our second year.
Today I made a mistake. I don't know what happens when I'm around Potter but it's something between jealousy and misery. He has those two loyal friends of his, always there supporting him. I made the Quidditch team through a bribe my father made and met the three out at the pitch today. Jealousy flood me again as Granger defended him. No one ever did that for me... at least not out of his or her own free will.
I called her a Mudblood. A word my father often used. I knew what it meant, it was a wretched word that I regretted saying immediately after I said it. That git Weasley used his worthless wand to avenge that girl and cast a spell on me that backfired. He ended up spilling up slugs all day.
I do feel almost bad for making Granger cry... I never wanted to, but I sometimes can't control my temper around Potter. I don't understand why I'm so insecure around him, needing to defend myself if only to save my dignity.
The first Quidditch match is coming up soon; I can't wait to show off my skill that no one cared for last year. This year I can prove myself and make my father proud.
Draco
I cringed remembering that day. The snitch had nestled so close to Draco that it was shameful he didn't win that match. His father had been watching. I felt some sort of pity for the 12-year-old form of Malfoy.
I read a few more entries of his father beating him and about how Draco wasn't evil at all. He was actually... almost pleasant.
I read a few more pages when I came to the more recent entries; ones for fourth and fifth year. I felt my insides squirm about the detailed entry about Draco finding his mother dead when he came home for Christmas. What an insane, cruel father he had. Poor Draco. Stabs of pity creased through my chest and I grumbled in frustration.
One from fifth year really caught my attention as it said my name numerous times. I flipped back to it, reading, as my eyes grew wider with every word.
Today my heart raced wildly as I watched Potter stare at his potions essay, befuddled on what to write. I felt like going over helping him with the, quite easy, essay. I had already finished mine a few minutes ago and was watching him endlessly. His expression went from bored to dreamy to depression. How strange.
His emerald eyes travelled to mine and his eyebrows furrowed in a large frown. I knew he was wondering why I was staring at him so I sneered. As usual.
When I was sure he wasn't looking at me anymore, my gaze turned back to him. I watched him knead his fingers into the luscious black hair and as he rubbed his neck. I smiled to myself, my silver eyes taking in every detail from the pout-y form on his lips to the small slit of flesh showing between the layers of his robes.
My fingers itched to run through the untameable hair. I had been having these strange urges for as long as I can remember. Just thinking about that wonderful smile, of course never directed to me, made shivers run through my spine. I watched him all through class.
I wasn't paying attention in potions, obviously, so my potion came out utterly wrong. It doesn't matter though, Sev will pass me anyway.
Draco.
I watched, a faint blush glowing on my cheeks. He thought about me? I cleared my throat and flipped a few more pages, not wanting to linger on that odd page any longer.
When I was finished reading, my mouth was hanging loosely open.. He defied his father when they talked about his coming of age and earning the dark mark. For me. My head spun, dizzily. What was wrong with the world?
Since when had Draco ever cared for me?
I read the last sentence over and over. My hope is Harry, he is the reason I'm alive. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my fingers running across the elegant pieces of parchment, only so I could feel something that was Draco's... to make up for lost time, I suppose. I was turning over the pages, reading about his childhood, a childhood no child should have ever suffered, when the doorknob slowly turned and I was face to face with a very angered: Draco Malfoy.
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Notes: Okay, there you go. I hope that cleared some of the stuff up for you. I didn't want to include too many entries because I didn't want this chapter to get boring. I have no idea when Draco's birthday is so I made up the month. Sorry. Anyway, thanks so much for the reviews! I'm so happy that I'm planning to finish chapter four today so I can post it later! They made me really happy! I wasn't suspecting to have so many so I'm really flattered!
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