Title: My Enemy

A/N: Okay, so maybe chapter seven was terrible. I'm sorry; it was so hard to write. I hope you guys aren't as disappointed in this chapter as you were in seven. This is actually my first attempt at a whole fanfic. I've never written anything other then one-shots and this is really hard to keep up!

Chapter Eight: Heart Of Stone

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I watched as Draco stormed out of the Great Hall then turned back to Pansy who looked absolutely shocked. I felt my temper rise, how thick could you be.

Slowly getting up from the table I excused myself, walking slowly to the doors. My head spun with confusion as I looked around for that beautiful hair.

It was at least half an hour before I heard someone growl angrily. Turning the corner I saw him huddled in a corner pulling at his hair and cursing at the statues next to him.

"Draco?" I asked softly. He looked like a small child who had just been yelled at. I watched as his trembling form looked at me.

"What." He spat, his head leaning back into his hands.

I opened my mouth, surprised. My eyes took in the shuddering form and I walked towards him.

Sitting beside him, I tilted his face up to look at mine. I felt stabs of pain chorus through me as he looked up, his face stained with tears.

"Pansy's a prat, don't worry about it." I said stroking his hair.

He looked at me for a minute, his eyes wandering over my body. "No." He said finally, pulling out of my grasp. "You don't understand. You never will."

I frowned at him and let my hand slide back to my sides. "I wont be able to if you don't tell me what's wrong." I said, my voice quivering.

Draco's face became hard and full of despair. "Stop it." He said, watching me intently. "Stop it, leave me alone."

I felt my chest plummet down to my stomach. Hurt numbed my body as I watched him look away. "Leave you alone?" I choked out.

He turned to me again, his eyes blank. "I have other things to worry about. I can't take a relationship right now; it would destroy everything.'

I watched him disbelievingly. My throat tightened as my mouth fell wide open. "But, you said I was..." I trailed off, too embarrassed to tell him anything more. I couldn't let him know I believed it when he said I was the most important thing in the world to him. I didn't want him to know that his nasty tricks worked on me. I stood up, rage and hurt burning in my body. "Fine." I spat, looking as his head turned away.

I stood in front of him for a bit, my head racing with confusion and my heart beating with betrayal. Why did I let myself fall for Malfoy's tricks? He would always be a Malfoy. Fretting over what he can't have and then when he gets it throws it away like trash. I was just like an expensive broom to him. Once something better came along I was discarded.

He didn't say anything just sat there, his hands running over his white hair. That beautiful white hair that could manipulate even the most proud man. Who could woe someone with a shattered heart and then stomp over the pieces. I watched his eyes flicker over the ground before him and then walked away.

Rage boiled in my body as I entered my dormitory. How could he do that to me? He may have changed is morals but he hadn't changed his attitude. I buried my head in my pillows.

Why did everyone want to hurt me? Why couldn't they pick on someone else for a change? My head swam with anger with my life. I should have known Malfoy would never change. He could never care about me. I would always be a joke to him. Everything he told me, everything I read was all a lie. And I hated myself for believing it.

I scowled at the ceiling, seeing it through blurry eyes. My breath became broken as I clenched my fists. I had never experienced pain like this. I had experienced depression, hurt, despair, hate but nothing like this. Nothing so severe I felt my throat tighten, nothing so severe I wanted to just sleep and never wake up. I slammed my fist against the bed, hot tears flowing out of my eyes fogging up my glasses.

"Damn you, Malfoy. Everytime I think you've finally made me as miserable as I could ever get you do something worse." I clutched the pain in my chest that burned my whole body. "Why do you hut me, why do you hate me this much?" I yelled at myself. "Why did you trick me into feeling for you? Why do you hate me so much?"

My answer was the useless silence of the empty room. "Why?" I whispered my eyes closed, my body shaking with exhaustion.

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I woke up at around noon to Ron shaking me. My head swam with dizziness, memories hitting me harshly. I looked around and saw Ron's worried face staring at me.

"You missed all your classes." He said watching me with concern.

I groaned and sat up, staring around with red eyes. "Hand me my glasses, will you?" I asked angrily as he passed them to me. "Thanks." I muttered watching Ron half-smile at me.

"Draco missed classes, too. We were afraid you were ripping at eachother's throats." He said lightly.

My face screwed up. Ripping at eachother's hearts is more like it. "No, I just came straight here. I was exhausted."

Ron nodded and looked at me, smiling slightly. "Hermione brought your homework for you." He said, a laugh playing the edge of his words.

"Great." I said dryly, getting up from my bed. "Remind me to thank her."

"Harry, are you still angry about Draco joining the order?" He asked suddenly as I threw on a pair of comfy black pants for my afternoon classes.

I didn't answer, just shrugged. I was angry at him for joining the order and of taking advantage of me. If he just became a deatheater and died along with his father everything would be fine. I wouldn't be confused and hurting.

"You know, me and Hermione believe he's changed, but that doesn't mean we care about you any less. Hermione's been worried about it all week." He said softly, watching as I stacked books into my bag.

"I know." I said, finally watching his eyes light up. "Don't worry, I've just been..." I couldn't let anyone know the way Draco tricked me. I inhaled deeply and watched him intently. "Confused." I said, watching him nod.

When we entered the Great Hall we saw Hermione who looked relieved. My eyes darted around the room, unwillingly. Finally they landed on the Slytherin and my heart sunk. He was chatting to his friends, happily, normal as ever.

"Harry!" Hermione cried, smiling at me. I forced a smile back, it was an empty smile but she appreciated it none the less.

"Hey, Hermione." I said, my eyes still staring at the back of that silver head. I felt myself scowl and looked back at my turkey sandwich.

"I brought all your homework for you! Snape was really angry that you weren't there, you know." She said excitedly. I looked at Ron who was smiling into his goblet.

"Yeah thanks." I said gloomily watching my sandwich with hate.

She watched Ron, concerned. He shrugged and I finally took a bite, grimacing in disgust. My eyes dodged back to the Slytherin table where they locked with Pasny's. She had a cruel smile on her lips and I shuddered looking at it.

Malfoy still hadn't looked at me. He was laughing brightly along with Blaise at a joke he made. I swallowed uneasily and clenched my fists at my side.

It was true then. I was nothing more then an occasional fuck for him. I felt dirty and used. I was scarred with him forever. Nothing would ease this pain. It would be carried around with me for the rest of my life, reminding me that I let a Malfoy use me. Anger was swimming around inside me, clouding my vision.

I left the table claiming to go start on my homework at the library, I ran towards the Great Hall. I needed to get out of his presence. He hadn't glanced at me once and it hurt me deeper then I thought it would.

I went to the library, like I said I would, and deserted myself in a far table behind large bookshelves. Slowly I took out a book and began to read, trying to get my mind off Draco's beautiful face.

My heart thudded as I felt the leather book reminding me of the journal I had read. He was so cruel, so cruel. I had told him so many things; let him hear that I cared for him. At first it was out of pity and I just wanted to protect him from hurt and now it was just a cruel joke and I was the one that needed the pity.

My hands wandered over the book, remembering those pages about me. How he watched me. I shook my head angrily, why did he do this to me. His hate was so deep that he needed to humiliate me and pain me at the same time.

Why had I believed the words? Was I that pathetic and desperate? Did I need someone to care for me that bad? My heart thudded wildly. Believing Malfoy was the worst thing I could have ever done. It scraped my life from me and left me with an empty soul. Deprived of all feelings. I was just someone who felt used and useless. I felt worthless, Malfoy made me feel worthless. He had everything he wanted and left me with absolutely nothing except rage and pain.

I watched the letters swim dizzily in front of me. My chest burned as I thought of those wonderful eyes staring at me with so much need and so much love.

How could I fall for it? Why did he do this to me? Why did he want to hurt me so badly?

He never needed me. He only wanted to hurt me, to see me suffer. I was his enemy and nothing more.

Why did he do this to me?

My head slumped onto the desk as I took in deep breaths. Draco. Draco's face. Draco's hair. Draco's eyes. Draco's touch. Draco's kisses. Draco's warmth. Draco's taste. Draco's voice. Draco's skin. Draco.

All I could think and feel was Draco. I hated Draco. I wanted Draco to die and suffer the same pain as me. I needed Draco. I was lifeless with him. I only saw Draco, only felt Draco, only heard Draco. All I wanted was Draco to love me back.

And it was something that would never happen.

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A/N: Yeah okay, so Draco will be explained in LATER chapters. Don't worry, I know I confuse my readers because I don't detail things enough. I'm trying though!

This chapter was a tiny bit better, I hope you think so too. Next chapter wont be in Draco or Harry's point of view, it's going to be in third person.

Hope you liked it, if you have questions, ask!

-Shadow