Title: My Enemy
Rating: R
Warning: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy SLASH
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: Okay, so I'm keeping chapter four the same, even though I was a bit disappointed in it. But! I promise you I'm going to take my time writing this chapter, making sure every detail is right to perfection. Also, I was wondering, I have two ideas for this story. Please tell me if you want this story to end tragically or if you want it to end happily ever after. Also, thanks so much for reviewing! They're wonderful reviews and they made me really happy! Thanks again!
Chapter Five: The Dark LordThe sun sent shards of warmth onto my body and I stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of another body beside mine. I opened my eyes wide, realising the events of last night was not just a wishful dream.
I swallowed my throat that had suddenly gone dry and watched as Harry's body lifted soundly in his sleep. My hands travelled up his bare back, feeling the soft skin shudder ever so slightly. My breath stopped when it reached his shoulder blades, as Harry started to squirm lightly in his sleep. My hands trailed off his body and I smiled.
They made their way towards his neck that I couldn't help myself from stroking. Feeling the slight shiver I raised them higher to tangle in the mess of black hair. My heart was thumping quickly and closed my eyes moving closer to the body beside me.
Gently, with my heart racing, I shifted my position so my mouth landed inches away from Harry's neck. Slowly, so I didn't wake him, my lips made contact with the smooth, silky skin and I let my emotions release into the touch. His skin had a wonderful taste about it and I felt myself wrap my arms around his shoulders so the warmth of his body could travel to mine.
When my lips parted from his flesh, I felt myself lay my head on his sleeping form, burying it in in-between his neck and shoulders. His bare flesh collided with mine, sending several shivers of delight down my body and many jolts of emotions to my chest.
I started to close my eyes in utter bliss, wanting to wake up to him holding me, when I caught a glimpse of the clock on my night table. I jerked off my bed and ran to my closet, throwing on a clean dress shirt and black trousers.
In my moments of bliss I had forgotten today was the day I carry out the Order's request. Today was the first day of my long, hard mission of becoming a spy for the Light. I grabbed my cloak and threw it over myself, clasping it at the neck with a beautiful silver ornament engraved with the Malfoy crest.
With my wand in hand I walked towards the door to meet with Snape and Lupin. I lingered my hand on the doorknob and turned to the form of Harry sleeping innocently. The small glow on his face and the flush on his cheeks made my chest clench slightly. He'd be waking up and I'd be gone.
Reluctantly, with a last glance at Harry, I turned the knob and walked out the door.
When I walked into the living room my eyes met Snape's and he gave me a strange, almost worried, look. I smiled at him and he scowled, hiding the fatherly feelings he had always felt for me.
Lupin was sitting on an old worn black chair, looking more stressed then usual. His hair sprung in all directions as he directed me to the trunk on the chair beside me. Snape shrunk it and I placed it securely into my pocket.
"You know what to do, of course." Said Lupin, a hint of regret in his voice. His eyes glittered with worry as I nodded.
"I predict I wont even need to do the tasks for half of the council to accept me. I'm son of Lucious Malfoy after all." I said sourly, watching Lupin nod slightly.
"Just remember, be careful. Don't let them know you're working for the Light... or they'll kill you." He said, his voice breaking slightly.
Snape watched me carefully before pulling out his wand. "Let's go then." He said, eyeing me with his beady eyes.
I nodded, my mind only being able to think of the delicate figure in my bed. I sighed inwardly and followed Snape out the door.
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My eyes left their gaze from the wooden table and landed on the old brick wall that surrounded the small room. My heart was thudding quickly, wondering what was in store for me.
"Malfoy, Draco." Said a voice echoing from a large open door. I got up, looked swiftly around at the other young teenagers then walked inside the dimly lit room.
When I entered inside I swallowed nervously. Two chairs were seated at the end of an enormous desk. I walked slowly towards it, each one of my steps creating a large wave of sound.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy." Said an icy voice. I held my breath as he turned around.
On the chair was a skinny young man with handsome brown hair and striking blue eyes. I knew that this man was one of Voldemorts most loyal and most trusted servants. Just like my father was.
"Please have a seat." He said his blue eyes flashing deviously.
I sat down, feeling the hard wood of the chair against my skin. I sat completely still, my eyes expressionless and stared at the man before me.
"I've been expecting you." Said the voice in an amused tone. "Ever since your father died. Come to take his place in the inner circle, have you?"
I watched his evil eyes glinting with mischief. "I merely want to join the Dark Lord and show him that the Malfoy family will always be one of his most loyal supporters."
There was a pause then the man arched his eyebrows. Finally sighing with defeat, he put out his hand expecting me to hand over my wand so I could enter the conference. Placing my wand, cautiously, into his palm I stood up and watched him place it inside a large cabinet filled with files. I narrowed my eyes, wondering if they were actually planning to give it back.
When I reached the door to the conference room, my heart started to race. Inside there would be dozens of young adults, ages fifteen to twenty, ready to be given an assignment to prove their loyalty to Voldemort. I threw my hood over my ghostly hair so that it covered my eyes. Turning the knob, I heard a murmur of chatter release from the now slightly open door.
I slowly walked up to the main table, feeling the gaze of at least fifteen teenagers, where two grown wizards and two grown witches sat, staring at me. Lowering my hood I bent down and waited for their approval.
"Lucious' son?" One wizard exclaimed, looking at my profile. He had black hair that was rapidly turning grey. He also had dark black eyes that traced my every movement.
"Draco?" Said one voice, quite surprised. I almost shuddered, if it weren't for years or learning to control my emotions I probably would have. Bellatrix Lestrange's voice lingered over my ears. Of course she would be here to help Voldemort choose a new line of supporters. "I must admit, I am surprised to see you here. Your father used to say that you'd be waiting till you graduated Hogwarts to join us."
I licked my lips and cleared my throat. "My father is no longer alive, I'm here to show us Malfoy's still have loyalty to The Dark Lord."
Even though my head was still bent I could tell she was nodding in approval. The other two members of the council just stared and then started talking amongst each other. I waited for them to finish then when I was given permission, walked gracefully towards an empty seat beside a hooded figure. I could tell it was a female because it smelled strongly of perfume and black curls made their way through the openings of the material.
Finally, everyone had arrived, and the council called for all of our attention. I watched as they stood up elegantly, their expensive robes sweeping behind them.
"All of you will now take off your hoods." Said a younger witch with blonde hair tied neatly into a tight bun. "Then you will take a look around. These are the people who you will be sharing every meeting with. You will all be performing tasks and once we approve of you, you'll earn the mark."
A sudden jolt of fear stabbed at my chest. My father had always told me it took longer than that. He had said you had to pass a test Voldemort himself gave you in order to earn the Dark Mark. I pulled off my hood, my eyes free to look at everyone.
Then I looked beside me. The female with curly black hair was smiling at me and I almost choked on my own spit.
Pansy?I watched her arch her eyebrows, gracefully and then looked away. What was Pansy Parkinson doing here? She wasn't supposed to be attending this meeting until she was eighteen, her father had told mine personally.
No one dared to speak; we all just waited for the council to direct us again.
"We will each give you a roll of parchment with the name of your partner and with the first task you will be performing to prove yourself loyal enough. If something goes wrong while you perform this task then we will discard of you immediately." Said Bellatrix, the glee in her voice obvious.
A roll of parchment appeared in front of me and I stared it for a long time before a small voice broke my concentration.
"Draco." She said, her voice much more mature then last year. I looked at her sceptically and she stared back.
"Pansy." I said, cold surrounding my words.
Her eyebrows had lifted in one swift motion and she smiled. "What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice carrying a small melodic feature.
I stroked my chin thoughtfully. "I could ask you the same thing." I said, watching her slender lips curl into a cold smile.
"Hm." She said, seductively, her fingernails tapping against the long table elegantly. She paused for a minute then smiled. "My father decided to enrol me before Potter graduates. He suspects the war will break out soon."
I nodded and watched as her gaze reverted back to her roll of parchment and mentally shook my head. Poor misguided Pansy, still following the rules of her power-hungry father. I watched as she tapped her chin thoughtfully while she read. I sighed inwardly and thought about how many of my other friends would be wasting their lives for Voldemort.
I read my own list of parchment over and opened my eyes wide. Slowly I frowned.
Draco Malfoy,
In order to prove your loyalty for the Dark Lord, you must perform numerous tasks that will be presented to you every week.
This week's task will be for you to bring exactly two hundred mL of a muggles blood, for reasons, which you do not need to know. We don't care how you manage to get it. Please bottle it in the capsule provided and bring it to the next meeting.
If you can do this in the time of one week we will allow you to take part in the next task. If you cannot do this in the time desired then you will be discarded immediately.
Sincerely,
Monty Brims, head of councilI slowly folded the parchment and followed the disappearing people out the door. I looked at the parchment and sighed, walking up the stairs of the dark dingy motel the meeting was held.
Finally I reached number sixty-four and slumped eagerly onto the small desk in the corner of the room. I took out a piece of parchment and a quill and started writing to the Order frantically, afraid of being caught.
Dear Sev,
I have just been informed of my first task, to collect two hundred millilitres of a muggle's blood. I have one week to collect it and I would strongly appreciate if you could convince one of the muggles working for the order to so-kindly donate it. Tell them no harm will come of them and you need it for experimental purposes.
I'll be staying here for three days for the initial meetings. Don't worry about picking me up, I'll floo to Diagon Alley and travel to King's Cross from there. I'll make it for the Hogwarts feast but I'll have to leave the next day to attend yet another meeting. I hope you do not mind.
Draco.
Slowly I called one of the owls Sev had left for me to contact him with. She came quickly and I tied the letter securely onto her leg then sent her off with clear directions.
When she was out of sight, I sighed and threw myself onto the bed. There was an empty feeling surrounding me as I realised this bed was lacking of Harry.
Notes: So what did you think? This is where my plot starts, I hope you like it. I know it's getting really different form the beginning of the story. Tell me if you like the direction is going in or not, If you don't, let me know and I'll rewrite it!
-Shadow