A/N Hey guys! So I know I have two unfinished stories, but to be perfectly honest I have lost inspiration to keep writing them. I really want to finish both of them one day, but write now I would like to write some Drarry while I have some extra time. This is going to be a shorter story, about seven to eight chapters long, as I plan to write around one chapter for each year. This story is somewhat canon compliant, but not as much later on in the story. So I hope you enjoy and please review because that makes my day! :p

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Drarry.

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Year 1

Dear Harry Potter,
We have not met yet, but I am sure once we do we will be the best of friends. Mother was telling me how we are in the same year, and I will be seeing you soon. Tomorrow we're going to Diagon Alley to buy all of my school things and I just have this feeling that you are going to be there too. I bet we'll go get ice creams together and look at the new brooms. You do like Quidditch, right? It's the most brilliant sport there is. Anyway, I cannot wait to meet you soon. Tomorrow or in a few weeks it's going to be incredible. Well, I guess this is bye for now. Even though you're never going to read this.

Sincerely your soon to be friend,

Draco

Draco sighed and tucked the letter away in a box. How was he supposed to wait a whole day (or possibly longer?) to meet Harry. Ever since he was a small boy he had been dreaming of this day. And now that it was so close he was a mess of nerves. What if Harry didn't even like him? What if they never became friends? Draco pushed those thoughts away hastily. No of course he and Harry would be friends. They had to.

Dear Harry,

I didn't see you in Diagon alley as I had hoped. But I did meet this boy who I think we should be friends with. He was all alone, besides from the gamekeeper I believe, and I'm sure we would make a rather good trio. I hope I'm not getting ahead of myself but I really do think you two would get on nicely. Sadly I must end this letter early, father wants to tell me something. But I will definitely see you soon. I hope you are as excited as I am.

Sincerely your soon to be friend,

Draco

Hurriedly Draco put this next letter away in the same box as the previous and ran downstairs.

"Did you call me father?" he asked.

"Yes, come here Draco." his father beckoned him with a wave of his hand. Draco came to stand next to his father.
"What is it?" he asked softly.

"I need to ask you to do something very important." Lucius said softly.

Draco brightened. "You can ask me to do anything!"

"I need you to make an enemy of Harry Potter."

Draco's heart dropped to his stomach. "Fa-father, Harry and I are supposed to be friends."

"No, Draco. You are a Malfoy, you cannot be friends with Harry Potter. You're too young to understand but promise me you will not befriend him."

Draco opened his mouth to protest, but then closed it. What his father didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Right. I understand, I promise." he said simply.

Lucius surveyed his son before saying, "Thank you Draco."

"You're welcome." Draco said a little guilty. Later that night he lay in bed chewing his lip. Was it really worth it going against his fathers wishes? Yes, he told himself furiously. Of course this was all worth it. He and Harry were destined to be the best of friends.

Dear Bloody Potter,

I hate you. I absolutely despise you. And do you want to know something? You're never going to read any of my letters. Ever. I hope you have a horrible friendship with Weasel and he stabs you in the back. I'm not going to do anything about it. Because we are never going to be friends. I will hate you for all eternity and spend the rest of my days making you miserable. And to think I was going to go behind my fathers back for the likes of you. You can have your Weasel and you're stupid Gryffindor pride. I have Slytherin so I don't bloody need you. Have a terrible rest of your life.
Sincerely your enemy forever and ever,

Malfoy

Fuming in his dormitory that night Draco stuffed the letter into his box while blinking furiously. It wasn't fair. Draco had tried to do everything right so Harry would like him. And now his nightmare had become reality. Harry didn't like him. Harry didn't think Draco was good enough for him. Choking a little Draco swallowed hastily before anyone could hear him. He wiped the tears from his eyes and left to go join his true friends.

Dear Potter,

You truly are insufferable. I still hate you. But a part of me wants to be you. Everyone loves you. I don't, obviously. But you're...something I suppose. I guess Gryffindor is a good fit for you. You're always playing the hero and you clearly won't back down from a challenge. I don't even know why I'm still writing to you. We're enemies and I am going to hate you until the day I die. But you can admire your enemies, right? You can admire them and steal all of their skills and use them against them and ultimately that will be their demise. And how bloody satisfying will that be to be the one who bests Harry Potter by watching him closely? Nothing's changed. So have a terrible day and an even worse life.

Sincerely,

Malfoy

Draco had to admit, Potter was rather good on a broom. Which he would've expected before...Well that didn't matter now. What mattered now was that he and Potter were enemies. And Potter actually appeared to be a worthy opponent, unlike everyone else. Enemies, friends. There wasn't really such a big difference. At least Harry Potter wasn't out of his life entirely. That was all he could really ask for. He held the letter for a moment more before slipping it amongst the rest of the letters. He should really stop writing these.

Dear Potter,

You're a bloody idiot. I can't believe I wanted to be friends with you, you're so bloody stupid. You actually fell for the duel. Do you want to get expelled? It's annoying how many rules you can break without getting expelled. You should've been expelled by now, I hope you know that. Even though we're enemies I don't want you to be expelled. You're my worst enemy. Who am I going to compete with once you're gone? I couldn't stand it if I actually had to talk to Granger, or Merlin forbid...Weasel. So you have to stick around, and don't get expelled. Please. Anyway I hate you. A ton.

Sincerely,

You're worst enemy

Draco was so bored. He knew writing these letters was a terrible idea. Anyone could come and find them. But it wasn't like it was a secret that he and Harry were enemies. Even the seven years must know that they despised each other. Because they did, despise each other. What was he even thinking? He had more important things to worry about than Harry bloody Potter. Ugh, Potter was probably doing this on purpose. Drawing all of this attention to himself to try and distract Draco. He needed to focus more on his studies, Granger had started to pull ahead of him.

Dear Harry,

We don't have to be enemies on Christmas right? I'm fairly certain that's the rule. On Christmas there is no such thing as enemies. Because, it's Christmas, duh. There's not any particular reason I'm writing this time. Father and Mother love me I know, but they don't have time for me sometimes. And I understand. But I would like to have a friend. Or enemy. To talk to when they're doing, whatever it is they do. Honestly, adults are rather strange. Though that's not the point. The point is, I'm grateful for you Potter. Even though we are enemies instead of friends you never ignore me. And...well that has to count for something? So have a happy Christmas Harry.

Sincerely,

Draco

Footsteps sounded up the stairs and Draco stuffed the letter under his pillow. A knock sounded on his door.
"Come in." He swallowed. His mother opened the door softly. She smiled at him,

"How was your Christmas Draco?"

"It was lovely." he smiled at her, unable to help himself.

"I'm glad." she said, pulling him into a hug. He hugged her back, breathing in the scent of her lavender shampoo. All too soon she was gone and Draco was alone again with nothing but an undelivered letter under his pillow, and a lonely feeling in his chest. Draco didn't write again for months.

Dear Harry,

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Word has just spread through Slytherin that you're missing. Theo told me a few moments ago and I had to sprint to the bathroom so I could write this. Theo has a bad habit of sneaking out after hours. He helped me find you a few weeks ago so I could report you to Mcgonagall. Although none of that matters anymore. I take everything I said back. I'm sorry. I don't want you to die. I don't. We were all playing a game of gobstones when Theo burst in and said the golden trio was missing. I have no idea where you went but you have to come back. You can't just leave like this. I don't know if you left on purpose or if someone took you but please come back. Hogwarts isn't the same without you. I'm not the same without you. Even though we're just enemies it doesn't feel like that to me. You might not consider me a friend but I do. You're my friend Harry, you don't know it but you are. Come back. That's all I can ask. Come back and maybe we can start over.

Sincerely,

You're friend Draco Malfoy

Draco put a hand to his mouth as he flung the letter into the sink. What if Harry was dead. What if he was dead and never coming back. What if Draco never saw him again, what if-. Draco screamed in frustration and tore the letter in half. He stared at the ripped letter for a second before picking up the pieces. He blinked hastily. He was not crying over Potter. He didn't care. He didn't care if Potter lived or died. This was childish. He was being ridiculous. Potter was his enemy. He should want Potter to be dead. But he didn't. He wanted his friend back.

Dear Potter,

So you are alive. Well good for you. You're alive and you won the house cup and stole it from Slytherin. In addition to you, I now hate Dumbledore. What horrid old man would embarrass a fourth of his school in front of everyone? Why does he even like you? You and your two sidekicks didn't do anything spectacular. We worked hard all year and you-you broke all the bloody rules and still got the celebration. Guess that's another thing to add to the list of reasons why I hate you. At least you're not dead. Then I would have to kill you myself for leaving me here with no enemies. Bye for now Potter. Have a rightfully awful summer and an even worse life.

Sincerely,

Your worst enemy

A/N Hey it's me again! Please let me know what you think so I can make the story better. Thanks for reading!