Would you be my enemy?

'Harry? Harry, are you awake?'

'Hmmm...'

Draco lifted his head off the other boy's chest and turned to look at him. 'Harry.'

Harry mumbled to himself and attempted to placate Draco with a few strokes through his hair, he didn't want another heart to heart; he just wanted to sleep before his Quidditch match tomorrow.

'Don't. You know we have to talk.'

'Not now Draco.'

'I can't sleep for thinking about it.'

'I'm tired.'

'Please, Harry.'

'We'll talk tomorrow, I promise.'

'Harry, it can't wait. Please, listen.'

There was that wheedling tone again. Harry sighed and sat propped up against the pillows. Draco shuffled around to face him.

'It's coming you know.'

'What is Draco? Can't this wait?'

'Voldemort's attack. You know I'll have to go to him, don't you?'

'Look, I know you're upset but this isn't the time, okay Draco?' Harry placed a light kiss on the smaller boy's forehead and attempted to roll over.

'Harry.' Draco rested a hand on his chest, 'I love you.'

'Yeah, I love you too, Draco.'

'But I can't change who I am.'

Harry rolled his eyes and patted Draco's shoulder. He glanced at the clock by the side of the bed. 3.46am.

'Or what I am.' Draco frowned. 'Look at me, Harry.' Harry turned back. 'Do you even know me?'

Another sigh. 'What is this all about Draco?'

'You just don't get it do you?'

'Get what? It's nearly 4am for god's sake.'

Draco's skin was deathly pale against Harry's and he was much lighter and less athletically built than him. But Draco was a Slytherin, and Harry was preoccupied.

'I wear the Dark Mark, Harry.'

'Not this again.'

Draco placed a finger lightly over Harry's lips, 'I have a duty to my ancestors.'

Harry smothered a yawn. Yet more Malfoy melodramatics. He feigned an understanding look. He might yet catch another couple of hour's sleep before breakfast.

Draco sighed, a resigned, dejected sigh. He reached down and slid a small silver blade from his robes, thrown by the side of the bed, and twiddled it idly between his fingers as Harry stole another glance at the clock. As he turned back, Draco slid his hand over the other boy's chest before slipping the blade between Harry's ribs until only the hilt was visible. Draco wore a weary smile, his eyes apologetic.

Harry looked surprised, though Draco had no idea why. Surely he had known that someone would get hurt, and Draco had known from the start that that someone wasn't going to be him. These Gryfindor males are all the same, thinking just because you're in their bed you're also in the palm of their hand. Draco shook his head, silly boys.

The blade had been treated with poison (courtesy of Professor Snape's private store) so Harry wouldn't last long. All the same, Draco sealed the wound as soon as he made it so as not to make a mess. He wiped the blade off on a scrap of cloth, which he would later burn.

'Draco.' Harry's brows came together; he was confused.

'Not now, Harry.'

'Draco?'

Malfoy removed all trace of his presence from the room and got dressed in silence. He glanced at the clock. 3.49am.

'We'll talk tomorrow, Harry. I promise.' Placing a kiss on the other boy's head, Draco left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Harry sighed.

NOTE: A bit random I know, and slightly ooc, but thanks for reading anyway xxx