Title: My Enemy

Setting: End of summer, Beginning of sixth year. Grimmauld Place.

Summary MM pairingHarry is ready for another year at Hogwarts when someone rudely interrupts his life g/slash; don't read if you're against male/male pairings. DM.HP. OoTP spoilers

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Rating: R. (Violence, language, ect.)

Author's note: Okay, so pretend you never read chapter three because this one starts at the end of chapter two. So just to clear this up for you a little, Draco knows about Harry reading his journal and it ended with a little bit of a cliffhanger. I hope you understand!

Chapter Four: Feelings

¤¤¤¤¤

He didn't answer me, just gazed at me intensely. I cleared my throat and was about to release my hand from his when he did something very unusual.

He took his free hand and trailed it down my cheek, leaving a tingle on my face. I shuddered and closed my eyes, savouring the feeling. "Harry." I whispered as his fingers lingered on my lips.

"I'm here now, Draco." He whispered back.

Then it hit me, he most likely did read further then I thought.

¤¤¤¤¤

I felt myself mentally put my shields back up. I watched as Harry's eyes clouded with confusion. I took a deep breath and felt myself grow angry and impatient. "You read it all." I said, my voice growing louder with each syllable.

Harry's eyes opened wide, and he looked around the room. My own eyes watched as he fumbled nervously with his shirt and I smiled sadly. "I don't want your pity." I said, realising the moment I had been waiting for all my life was due to a few troublesome words in a book.

"No." Said Harry, the innocent flush on his cheeks completely irresistible. I watched the beautiful lashes surrounding the deepols of brilliant green, flutter determinedly towards me. "It's not pity." He said, the boyish glow of his face capturing the streaks of moonlight that seeped through my window.

I looked down at his hands that were twisting nervously in his lap and shook my head. "You owe me nothing, Harry." I said, my gaze lifting to reach his eyes. "It's not your fault, that's the way my life turned out. Some have love, hope, family and friends. Others have money, reputations, respect and authority." My eyes watched his shimmer with something strange.

"Draco." The tone in his voice made my chest squirm. He had said my name without that usual layer of distaste and it sounded so soothing coming from him. "If you hadn't trapped yourself in the eyes of your father then I wouldn't have ever rejected you."

It felt so painful to be irritated with him, but I had to be. He had read my whole life and still didn't understand a thing. "Harry, do you honestly think I was going to disappoint my father? Especially now that you know what he was capable of?"

Harry's eyes were set on mine, and I felt myself much to vulnerable. I tried to pry my gaze from his, but it was impossible. The luscious orbs captured mine, refusing to let go.

"It was deeper then that." Said Harry, his eyes still piercing through mine, lingering on every emotion it discovered. "You loved him."

My chest ached incredibly and I watched Harry, my eyes foggy with something close to despair. The words left his mouth, softly and entered my ears like an old rage making it's way back to my newly fixed life. "No." I breathed. Tears formed in my eyes, tears that had wanted to be let out for years. "Never."

He looked at me; sympathy covered each and every speck of green in his eyes. I closed my eyes, tears clinging to my own ghostly eyelashes. Hands made their way across my cheek to land their fingers on my eyes, wiping away the small clear drops.

"He hated me." Was all I said, regret and sorrow enveloped my words. "I did everything I could to make him proud, everything. He gave me the best robes, best brooms and everything else any teenage boy would have wanted. But he forgot to give me love" My eyes travelled up to Harry's. "And that's what I needed most" I whispered.

A small, depressed silence followed my words and I watched as Harry stared at the wall ahead of him, his eyes glistening with emotion. Finally, they connected with mine and I saw a gentle kindness in them that made my heart throb with relief.

"Do you miss her?" He asked, his eyes watching me carefully.

"I'll always miss her." I said, remembering my mothers beautiful face. "She never showed her love for me either, but she wasn't cruel. She'd try and help, but she was used to the glamorous life style and I was only in the way."

"Didn't your father love her?" He asked, there was sadness in his voice that made my heart heavy.

"He hated her." I started plainly. "She was just a way to earn an heir and I was just the heir produced. We meant nothing to him" Tears stung my eyes again as I remembered his bitter eyes when my mother found his mistress in his bed a few years ago. "He was cruel to her and she still did anything for him."

Harry nodded slowly, his hand crawling into my own. There was a small pause before he asked his next question.

"You care for me?" He asked, careful to say anything he'd regret.

My eyes looked deeply into his and I felt my breathing grow quick. He looked so different. He didn't look like a sixteen-year-old hero, on his way to save the whole entire wizarding world from a horrifying madman. He looked like a normal sixteen-year-old boy, lost in the world, waiting for someone to find him. He had a small glow about him, one shining strongly of hope. My eyes watched his eyes that were shadowed. For the first time, Harry trusted me. "Very much." I said softly, watching as his eyes lit up.

His hands crawled over mine and he smiled. I watched him smile; it was enchanting. There was that small boyish feature in it yet it seemed so powerful. "That†means a lot to me" He said, his voice breaking slightly.

I blinked and swallowed the small lump that was forming in my throat. "Will you ever forgive me?" I asked, my eyes burning and my heart beating.

Slowly, I felt him brush away a few strands of hair from my eyes and his fingers lingered down my cool skin, heating my flesh. I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling, watching my deepest desire unfold and become reality.

A smooth hand cupped my face and I took in a sharp breath, my mind racing. Soft lips swept across my own, leaving a tingle of warmth in my body. The kiss was slow and gentle and I felt myself release all the holds keeping me from what I wanted. My hands crept up Harry's shoulders to land softly on his neck where they inched towards that handsome hair that I had only dreamed of running my hands through. When the locks of unruly hair skimmed my flesh a strong sense of want filled my body and I pulled into the kiss, a small throaty groan escaping my lips.

We parted shortly after, hands placed on each other's bodies. Harry's breath touched my lips and I saw a small smile form on his delicate face.

His hair messy and his cheeks flushed, he looked even more mouth-watering then usual. His hair lingered over his eyes that were drowning with passion. I smiled back. Knowing that my own were filled with bliss.

Harry's hands clung around my neck and he drove his head to my ear, slowly. "We're more alike then I thought." He whispered, the warmth of his breath causing me to shudder. His eyes held my gaze for a minute before he smiled.

"We're both in desperate need of love."

¤¤¤¤¤

Notes: Okay, I know it was short. I'm sorry; this chapter was so hard to write I practically died writing it. I know, it's a disappointing chapter, I don't like it at all†I might rewrite it later. Sorry if you hate it!

-Shadow

Thanks to all my loyal reviewers! I'm so glad that my story hasn't gone downhill yet and I'm glad you all are so supportive of my story. It's a wonderful feeling! Thanks so much.

If you want to share your ideas with me for this story, please email me ). I have a pretty good idea of where this story is going, but if you have an idea I'd love to hear it. I do need a few fillers.

Thanks again for reviewing! I'll start the next chapter right now.

¤¤¤¤¤