Angels and Dragons, Chapter 1: "He's My Enemy, Or Is He?"
Summary: This is a Harry/Draco fic, so if you don't like it, don't read it! Harry finds out that Draco has feelings for him. What will he do about it? Read on to find out.
Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, so nobody can sue me. I only own this story. J.K. Rowling is a great author, and I love the Harry Potter series. (I can't wait for #6 to come out!) Unfortunately, I cannot own Draco, Harry, Fred, or George, but that doesn't mean I cannot worship them! Tee-hee! All hail the twins!
Okay, enough with the legal stuff, now onto a little explaining session. Again, Yuri-san is my personal editor, so all of my stories are processed by her to make sure there are no mistakes or things that should be clarified. The job of being my personal editor also allows Yuri-san to write sections of my stories when I get stuck. Whenever that happens, she will be mentioned. Also, if I forget to mention it later on, Draco's eye color is silver-blue because Tom Felton's eyes are blue and Draco is characterized in many fics as having gray or silver eyes. Silver is prettier, and besides, my favorite fics that are Harry/Draco give Draco silver eyes. Now I have said it, and nobody can sue me. Nothing I write is ever intended to copy anybody's, and I mean anybody's, stories. For this story, because it is my favorite and one of the hardest ones to write, I want 5 good reviews as opposed to my normal 3. My two favorite stories, and the hardest to write, deserve to have more good reviews before I'll update. Okay, on with the story!
"He's My Enemy, Or Is He?"
"Stupid, slimy, evil git! Just because he's a prefect, he thinks he can do whatever he wants!"
"Ron! You're a prefect too, you know. I'm not saying I like Malfoy, but you have to watch what you say," said Hermione matter-of-factly.
"I don't care! Malfoy has no right to take points away from Gryffindor just because he doesn't like Harry."
"It doesn't matter, Ron. Just let it go," said Harry dejectedly. 'No use fighting against someone who hates my guts,' Harry thought.
"But Harry, that's the kind of attitude Malfoy's hoping for!"
"Just drop it, Ron! He's not worth it."
"What's with you, mate? You haven't been yourself lately," said Ron.
'He's right,' thought Harry, 'If Sirius hadn't died, I'd be perfectly fine. But Sirius was my only real family, and now he's gone.'
"Ron, leave Harry alone," said Hermione.
"Yes, Weasley. Leave Potter alone," said a voice behind them.
"Hmm, that voice means only one thing. Our peace has been disturbed by Malfoy and his goonies," said Ron rudely.
"Manners, Weasley," warned Draco. "You're lucky I'm alone, because otherwise Crabbe and Goyle would kick your ass right about now."
"What do you want, Malfoy?" asked Harry.
"I'd like to speak to you, Potter. Follow me."
"Why should Harry follow you?" growled Ron as Draco turned to leave.
"Because I asked him to, stupid. This will only take a minute. I wouldn't dream of depriving you of your precious friend for too long," Draco sneered.
""Fine. Sit down, Ron. I'll be right back." Harry stood and followed Draco out of the compartment. Draco led Harry to an empty compartment on the train.
"In here," said Draco. Harry stepped inside.
"What's this all about, Malfoy? I know you've got something up your sleeve. Now what is it?"
"Patience, Harry. I'll tell you when I feel like it."
"You'll tell me now or I'm leaving."
"Really? You seriously think I'm going to let you?"
"Yes."
"Fine then. What I wanted to tell you is that..." Draco didn't get to finish his sentence because at that moment the train came to a halt, throwing Draco off-balance and causing him to fall over into Harry, knocking Harry off of his feet. They fell to the floor, Draco on top of Harry.
"What the hell?!?" exclaimed Harry in surprise. Others on the train could be heard shouting and asking what was going on. Draco stood up and then did the unimaginable. He held out his hand to help Harry up off the floor. Harry accepted his help reluctantly, then walked over to the window to see what he could see. He knew for a fact that they were not at Hogwarts yet because it was still daylight outside.
"Can you see anything, Harry?"
"No, Draco. Why do you suppose we stopped?"
"I don't know, but I don't think I want to find out either. How 'bout you?"
"No. At least it's still daylight out," commented Harry. Draco didn't reply. Harry turned around to find Draco watching him. When Draco saw that Harry had turned around, he turned his head and blushed.
"Are you okay, Draco? You're acting really funny," said Harry.
"Well, no differently than you are. You've never called me by my first name before."
"Well, you haven't called me by my first name before, either. Why are you?"
"Um, I don't know," said Draco, blushing even more.
"Spit it out! What's your problem?"
"My problem is you."
"What are you talking about? If I'm your problem, than why did you want to talk to me?"
"That's not what I meant. You are my problem, but not in a bad way."
"I don't understand."
"You've got to be the dumbest person around," said Draco, rolling his eyes. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I like you." Harry was stunned.
"Since when?" whispered Harry.
"Since the beginning of last year." Draco blushed again.
"Why?"
"I don't know. My father doesn't like you, but you're not as bad as he thinks. Everyone in Slytherin thinks you're nuts, but I don't care. I can't help it if my feelings toward you have changed. I started the problem, and now I wish I hadn't, because you hate me for it."
"Well, I will admit that you can be a pain, but that's only because you keep insulting me and my friends."
"I know, and for that I'm sorry." An uncomfortable silence filled the compartment. The two young men looked around, trying to avoid eye contact. After a few minutes or so, they felt the train move again. Draco cleared his throat.
"I guess you'd better get back to your friends. They'll probably be wondering where you are."
"Yeah, I guess," agreed Harry. As he made his way toward the door, he felt Draco's arm around his waist, stopping him.
"I will make you mine, Harry. And I swear, if you tell anybody about this, I'll beat the crap out of you."
"Okay. I wasn't planning on saying anything anyway. Now, will you please move your arm?"
"Why? Does it bother you that I like you?" asked Draco, teasing Harry.
"No, but it does bother me that your arm is around my waist," said Harry. Draco didn't move his arm, though. Instead, he pulled Harry closer to him and bolted the door to the compartment.
"Will you please let me go?" asked Harry, his voice audibly wavering.
"Aw, you're no fun, Harry. You afraid I'll do something to you?" All Harry could manage was a slight nod of his head. Draco grinned mischievously. "Harry, I've never known you to be afraid of me before. Why the sudden change?" Harry didn't answer. Draco kept a tight grip around Harry's waist. Harry had his head slightly turned away from Draco, so Draco took the opportunity to kiss Harry's neck. Harry gasped, but didn't move. Draco grinned to himself and continued kissing Harry's neck, each time moving a little further up. Harry turned his head to stop Draco, which is exactly what Draco had hoped he would do. Draco stepped in front of Harry, releasing him. But before Harry could move, Draco stepped forward and forcefully kissed him on the mouth, bruising Harry's lips. Harry gasped, but then found himself returning the kiss. Draco broke away from Harry and looked at him questioningly. Harry gave a small smile.
"If you're afraid of my liking you, why didn't you push me away?" asked Draco.
"I don't know. I found myself wanting you to kiss me." Draco grinned. 'Damn him and that smile! It's so sexy looking,' thought Harry.
"Does that mean that I have your permission to do it again?" asked Draco, stepping forward so that his face was only an inch away from Harry's. "I promise I'll behave. For now, anyway," he added, grinning. Draco leaned in and kissed Harry, this time being a little more gentle. Harry cautiously put his arms around Draco, pulling him closer. They stayed in the embrace, until the train started to slow down. Harry pulled away and looked at the window. It was dark outside, meaning that they had arrived at Hogwarts. He looked back at Draco, who was now leaning against the door, watching Harry.
"I guess that means I'd better go," said Harry.
"Not so fast," said Draco. "I want to know that you're not playing me and that you really are serious. I don't want you to make a joke out of this. I'm serious about liking you, and I don't want to push you into something that you don't want."
"You're not, Draco. Trust me," he added, seeing Draco's doubtful look. "By the way, where are your buddies?"
"Oh, those two idiots. They're at home."
"Why?"
"They've decided that they don't want to go to school anymore." Harry laughed. "You know, you're handling all of this a lot differently than I thought you would. I thought you'd freak out if you knew that I like you."
"Well, I blame it on Cho. She rejected me, so I vowed to not like girls anymore. I just didn't know that I'd end up liking guys when I said that to myself." Draco smiled.
"You can go, Harry. Just remember this: we're not finished with this yet. Just because we're at school doesn't mean you can hide from me. I may act like a jerk, but I promise I'll try not to be if you'll promise that you won't turn against me."
"All right, I promise. You'll still have to act like a jerk, though, because otherwise everyone will wonder what's going on."
"I know, but I promise I don't mean any of the things that I might say to you or to your friends."
"Okay Draco, I'll believe you, but don't betray me."
"I won't. I meant what I said about making you mine, though. I will, somehow."
"Okay, if you say so," said Harry. Draco unbolted the door and let Harry out first, then followed a few paces behind.
"There you are, Harry! We've been looking all over for you," said Hermione.
"What did he want?" asked Ron, even though Draco was right there.
"Nothing, really. Just the usual." They both seemed satisfied by Harry's answer, so they started to leave. Harry gave Draco a small smile before he followed them.
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