Title: My Enemy

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

A/N: Okay! Thanks for the reviews. You guys make me so happy!! I'm sorry I can't update sooner, I have to tutor and have schoolwork to finish... so writing is a big hectic now. This chapter is in Harry's Point of view.

To answer your questions:

Did Harry and Draco sleep together? Yes

Wasn't it too soon? Well, yes and no. But Harry was... acting on the moment. He just read that for one year Draco had been watching and caring for him. He just lost Sirius' so he wants to feel loved in a way. Parts of this will be explained in this chapter. Also, for Draco... Lets just say.... Draco didn't object.

Won't the letters be intercepted? Ah, lets just say, read on!

Why did they send Draco (a child) to do the dirty work of the order? Okay, I tried to make it seem like Draco would do anything for the order so he could make up all the bad stuff he did to them in the second chapter. Also, he asked to do it. They didn't make him. (Also will be explained—in later chapters)

I hope that answered everything for now! If you still have questions just ask them... same if you have suggestions!

Chapter 6: Your arms

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The unusual smell of mint travelled to my nose as I felt my heavy eyelids lift. The sun was shining brightly, and I guessed it was around noon. My eyes fluttered closed and I let my body soak up the warmth of my bed, the events of last night still vivid in my mind.

My neck tingled and I could still feel Draco's tongue sliding gently against it, his warm breath caressing my skin. My lips turned in a pleasant smile as I stretched my hand over to tangle in the silky strands of perfection.

As I reached over, my heart stopped. Slowly I opened my eyes and stared at the empty gape beside me, the sheets still ruffled and the pillow astray. I swallowed uneasily, sitting up, leaning my head against the headboard.

I put a hand through my hair, my best attempt to untangle the unruly mess. My breathing was quick as I my eyes gazed around the room. They landed on the bathroom door and I slowly got up, Draco's night pants sticking to my sweaty legs.

When I reached my destination I opened the door and stepped inside carefully. My feet made soft noises on the tiled floor and I stuck my head inside.

"Draco?" I asked softy, my voice thick with hope. No answer.

"Draco? Are you in there?" I asked again, opening the door all the way and looking frantically around the room. I swallowed and my eyes trailed across the shower curtains that were sprayed with water droplets. I wandered back into the bedroom where nightclothes laid scattered across the floor and the large black wardrobe lay slightly ajar.

I slumped back onto the bed familiar feelings of depression overwhelming me. I put my face in my hands as Draco's words echoed in my ears.

'Stay with me tonight, Harry?'

My breath still managed to get caught in my throat as the image of his vulnerable eyes stared at me hopefully and his soft pink lips whispered the words tenderly into my ear. My heart still managed to beat uneasily as his hands trailed swiftly under my shirt, his cold skin sending shivers down my heated back. My mind still managed to be fooled so easily after everything I had been though.

I rubbed my hands in my face as I felt my delicate state start to shatter. I started to realise how I would never be loved. How either everyone I cared for were murdered or abandoned me. And as much as I wanted to be angry with Draco, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Everything I had learned about Draco, how much in need of love he was. How much he claimed to have needed me. And it was all a lie. He needed a release and he had to use me for it.

And still. No rage.

Instead of the usual boiling of my blood I felt the uneasy twirling of my chest. I felt the strange burning in my eyes and the odd dizziness in my head. All I could think about were those two loving eyes staring at me with so much desire. All I could think about were his soft supple lips brushing swiftly against my cheek, then trailing down to kiss me passionately. All I could think about were those words.

"Stay with me tonight, Harry?"

Never had five simple words manipulated me in such a way.

And it was then I realised... I needed him just as much, if not more, as he needed me. The pain in my chest was a sensation I had never felt before. There was that pang that hit me harshly whenever I thought about Sirius, but nothing like this. I had never felt anything so strong but so weak at the same time.

When I finally settled a few of the swirling emotions rushing through me, I stood up. Throwing on my clothes from last night I sauntered out of the room, my head turning for one last glance at the only memory of the most love I had ever felt in my life.

The kitchen brung cool air to settle around me, stealing away the warmth that coated my body. My footsteps echoed on the tiled floor. When my head lifted I saw Snape gazing intently at his plate of bacon.

Starving, I didn't have any choice but to sit with him. My hands trailed across the table until they felt the cold metal of a fork and I started to chew the eggs sullenly. Sipping my orange juice, I snuck a quick glance at Snape, who hadn't yet thrown an insult at me.

"It's rude to stare, Potter." He said flatly, his gaze still lingering on the polished, black table.

"Sorry." I muttered, my answer just as flat.

We stared at each other for a few more moments then finally I broke the gaze. "M--Malfoy's not awake? Isn't he usually here sipping a cup of tea?" I said with as much malice I could muster at my present state. It wasn't much and I looked back at my eggs, hiding any emotion Snape could have detected.

But when I looked back, Snape was staring expressionless at the table. His glinting eyes squinting and his finger tapping lightly against the wooden surface. I stared shocked but it was quickly replaced with hatred as his eyes travelled up to mine, coldly.

"Draco isn't here, you wont see him until Hogwarts. You must be extremely happy." His voice was toneless and I felt panic rise in my chest.

"What? Why?" I said, standing up from the table uneasily.

Snape stared at me, shock showing in those tiny insect eyes of his. Slowly his eyebrows knitted together in a deep frown. "It's business for the order." He said plainly, his lips sticking together to form a thin line.

I swallowed and sat down. What the hell would take three days to complete? "I—"I stared at his frown and swallowed again. "What... what kind of business?" I asked, my voice breaking slightly.

His eyes glinted evilly and a pleased look came over his face. "As you know, Potter, that is none of your business."

My eyes clouded up with confusion as I stared at my hands nervously. "Is it dangerous business?"

"As I said." His reply was even colder then before. "That is none of your business!" The tone of finality in his voice was almost haunting. I swallowed again, thinking about what dangers the stupid order would put him in.

The house was so quiet that I felt I was starting to go crazy. Ron and Hermione were up to only god knows what and Ginny was upstairs writing letters to her secret boyfriend. All I had were the delayed flowers and tarnished weeds in the garden to comfort me.

I lay on my back, the smell of fresh rain mixed with pine swivelling all around me. I watched as clouds took the shapes of the most unusual things.

First there was my scar. Just a plain old shape of a lightening bolt. I smiled inwardly as I detected Hermione's bushy hair and Ron's familiar straight, long nose.

A wave of simplicity washed over me as I saw Draco's gentle face staring at me. Closing my eyes, I pictured him more detailed. The wonderful, smooth lips and how expertly they moved down my body. The straight delicate nose that brang a sense of elegance to his face. The platinum blonde hair, reflecting the moonlight, causing it to shine a remarkable silver. Finally, the stormy silver-grey eyes, flashing with specks of blue when he was angry and pure silver when he was content, shined brightly in my mind. They flashed with emotions, some I understood, and others I didn't. I watched as his image faded and I fell asleep, the wet grass clinging desperately to my shirt.

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The cool air from the Hogwarts Express window sprayed my hair in all directions, exposing my flesh to the cold-biting air. I closed my eyes and felt my heart beat wildly in my ears. Three long days and I would get to see Draco.

I stared out the window for sometime, watching the trees pass by in nothing more then a distorted blur. There was hardly any sun out today and I could see clouds storming ahead, signalling a storm. The greys fitted together so smoothly, reminding me of the silver orbs I longed to see. Reminding me of the uneasy thumps in my chest. Reminding me of the strong sense of desire I had never felt before.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the headrest, feeling strangely content. The slow, soft breezes lifting stray hairs from my face and the quiet air of the empty compartment relaxed me and I felt myself soundly falling asleep.

My eyes opened suddenly as the train started to move and I felt a heavy weight leaning against me. I reverted my gaze to the angelic face beside me, strands of silver hair covering stormy eyes that hid behind perfect eyelids.

A small batter of thuds overwhelmed me as his small parted lips let out calm breaths, and I felt his hand stroke my back, releasing more then just pleasure in the touch.

"Draco." I breathed, my voice soft and layered with longing.

Enchanting silver eyes fluttered open slowly, releasing a gaze filled with want. I swallowed as his hands travelled up my back and started to rub my shoulders.

"What—are you doing?" I asked, his legs softly brushing against mine.

The words were so simple yet so enticing. "I wanted to wake up to you holding me."

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Notes: Even though this chapter is a bit short, I like it. I think its one of my better chapters even though it hardly explained a thing and was pretty much pointless. Anyway, next chapter might be in Third person because I want to add some irony in the situation of you knowing something the main characters don't and I cant do that through first person. Get what I'm saying? Anyway, thanks so much for the reviews! I've decided to end this happily. It's just heading in that road. Sorry!. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

-Shadow