Title: My enemy.

A/N: Okay, so, last chapter wasn't so bad! This chapter is not in first person it's in third person. It's not in either Draco's or Harry's point of view. The person's point of view is a mystery, lets see if yah can figure it out, hey?

By the way, Phayze, (if you're still reading this) I read your review and I just want to say sorry for my mistake. I am embarrassed that I thought that was an actual English word, and yes English is my first language so I really shouldn't have make such an obvious mistake. If you look back on chapter eight, you'll see I fixed it. Thanks a lot!

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

Chapter Nine: Through Her Eyes

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Her heart was beating wildly as she hid behind one of the walls over-looking Draco Malfoy's small quivering body. It was true...

Draco Malfoy was crying.

She watched half amused and half terrified as he took in a ragged breath. If she showed herself now, he would most likely hex her to oblivion. But. If she just watched him weep for dear life she'd be okay. She'd be able to watch his gorgeous eyes flood over with shameful tears. Then of course, use them to her advantage the next time she saw him.

He sniffed a little and she almost grinned ear to ear. Oh the possibilities.

"That stupid." He yelled at the unmoving statue beside him. "Bitch." He yelled louder. Ouch. That stung, Draco.

She watched his head slump miserably back into his hands and shook her head. She never knew Draco to be such a sensitive oaf. She felt like running up to him and slapping him back to his senses.

"Draco?" Her head snapped up as another figure towered over Draco, his voice light with affection.

How revolting. It was Potter.

"What?" Spat Draco angrily. Good to see that at least one of the two wasn't insane. Thank god it was Draco.

Harry stood in silence for a while then walked over to Draco, his face alight with worry. Then something she never expected to happen happened.

Harry Potter lifted Draco Malfoy's head by the chin...lovingly.

"Pansy's a prat, don't worry about it." Said Harry's deep voice, echoing off the walls. Prat? She begged to differ.

Draco seemed to be contemplating what was going on here. Finally realising Harry Potter was touching him with gentle care, he pulled out of Potter's grasp. "You don't understand. You never will." What exactly did Potter have to understand? Surely nothing about Draco.

"I won't be able to if you don't tell me what's wrong." Said Harry's sweet voice, entering her ears like a song.

This was much too strange. Could this possibly mean what she thought it meant? Could Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy be... romantically involved?

What the hell?

"Stop it." Said Draco watching Harry angrily. "Stop it. Leave me alone."

Her mouth suddenly fell open as the realisation hit her. If Draco Malfoy wanted to become a Deatheater, but is dating Harry Potter...

"Leave you alone?" Said Harry, completely shocked. "But you said I was..." His voice trailed off.

My my, Draco, what would your father say about this? Her lips turned up in a cruel smile as she watched Harry and Draco's little fight. The possibilities were endless. Draco would be punished well for becoming a trader. Not to mention, she'd be rewarded for reporting it. Oh, her father would be proud.

"Fine!" Spat Harry loudly, bringing her back to her senses. She watched him storm away and then looked at Draco, who was watching Harry's retreating back.

He hung his head and once again began to weep. Loosing all respect for him, I walked out of the corner and walked towards him, as if I had just found him.

"Crying? I never knew Draco Malfoy could cry. Come to think of it, I never thought could feel." He looked up, his eyes glinting with anger.

"Go away." He said angrily, watching me with interest. "And if anyone comes to know about this—"

"You're going to tell your father about it? Sorry, Draco, but that threat no longer works." She smiled sweetly as he began to huff like a raging bull.

"You know, I was thinking." She stopped and smiled, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Have you gotten the blood yet?"

He looked confused for a moment then narrowed his eyes. "Get away from me."

Oh struck a nerve, or at least another one. "Come on, the blood wasn't that hard to get. Or..." She trailed off and smirked. "Are you still deciding if you want to become The Dark Lords supporter?"

He looked surprised for a minute then rolled his eyes. "I'm a Malfoy, what do you think?"

She watched him, amusement and wickedness flashing through her eyes. "I honestly don't know, Draco." She said watching his eyes flicker with fear then become blank once more. Then she left.

The hallways were empty; no one ever came to this part of the castle. She assumed she'd already missed a few of her classes so walked soundly to the Slytherin common room, thinking about what she had just heard.

The information she had was very useful. Not only would her father be proud of her, but she would most likely earn the Dark Mark and respect of the council. And the Malfoy's would be despised.

She sat on her bed, her fingers itching to write a letter to her father right now, telling him of what she discovered. But of course she wouldn't, he'd take all the credit and leave her with nothing. He always envied the Malfoys and Blacks and how Voldemort trusted them so much more then him.

Looking at the clock she yawned. The door opened and she looked up, finding herself looking at the unattractive Millicent Boulstrode.

"You missed Herbology. We were learning about the affects of—"

"Honestly, Millicent, would I have skipped if I cared?" She said watching her friend with annoyance. "And I thought you were dieting." She added as Millicent started unwrapping a huge pastry.

Millicent gave her a look full of hatred and stuffed the pasty in her mouth. "It's harder then it sounds."

She rolled her eyes. "I think you've been eating more now then you did before."

"Whatever. It's lunch, lets go." Said Millicent walking towards the door. "I'm starving."

When they arrived at the Great Hall She looked around at the Slytherin table and saw Draco's silver orbs staring at her. She smiled sweetly and walked towards the table, watching him scowl. Oh life was great.

"Morning, Blaise." She said sitting beside him.

He grunted and she sat down, offended. Oh well. Leaning towards Theodore she started whispering in his ear, her hands travelling down his side. He grinned and shook his head, glancing at Draco who watched disgusted.

"Theodore, do you have no shame?" He said, watching Blaise with pity.

Blaise looked over and grinned. "Doesn't matter. I know for a fact that he's no competition." He said his eyes darting towards Theodore's hips.

They both laughed at Thedore's horrified expression. "Not true, you don't know anything." He said, blushing.

Blaise shrugged. "Hey, you missed your classes." He said turning to her.

"I think I know that, Blaise, darling." She said, exasperated, trailing her hands up his shirt. "And how many times have I told you not to wear that shirt, the material is so rough."

Blaise pulled her hands away and glared at her. "This happens to be my favourite, thanks."

She sighed and let go of him, turning her gaze to Draco who suddenly became quiet. She smiled cruelly and turned to the Gryffindor table. He could probably feel Harry's disappointed gaze on him.

She locked gazes with Potter and smiled knowingly. He frowned and quickly looked away. Oh heartbroken is he, how wonderful.

"Potter's been staring at you quite a bit, Draco, dear." She said watching his expression harden immediately. This was just heaven.

"Everyone stares at Draco." Said Millicent, finally returning from eating the whole table.

Draco looked at her disgusted. "I hope you're not one of them."

"Anyway." Said Theodore digging through his back pocket and staring at his friends. "Let's go, I need to have a cigarette."

She looked at him sickened. "You can go, I have some business to attend to." She cast Draco one last knowing glance then walked away.

Her silk sheets crumpled around her as she slumped into her bed, grabbing the capsule filled with muggle blood. She didn't even need to complete the other tasks now that she had information that would surely earn the trust of Voldemort.

She smiled evilly to herself and gently put the capsule away, extremely excited about tomorrows meeting.

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A/N: You must hate me. This had nothing at all to do with Harry and Draco. But... sadly, it was essential. I found this chapter so boring to write... I hope it isn't as boring to read. Thanks for all your reviews, they were great!

-Shadow