A/N Heyyyy. Thank you so much to everyone who read and favorited/followed the story it means a lot. The first few years are going to be pretty short but once I reach year 4 I think they're going to be fairly longer. Anywayyy, I hope you guys like this chapter I had tons of fun writing it ;p

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Year 2

Dear Potter,

I do hope I do not have to deal with your insufferable presence when I go shopping in Diagon Alley with my mother and father. I remember last year I saw you, although I didn't know who you were at the time, and what an annoying being you be on my life. I really thought we were going to be friends. Obviously that didn't work out. But I am merely writing to tell you that I will be in Diagon Alley tomorrow, and you better not be there. I don't want to get in a fight with you before school even starts. It makes a bad impression. Although you wouldn't know anything about that. You certainly don't seem to care what sort of impressions you make on anyone. Honestly you should've been expelled by now. That's besides the point. I better not see you until September 1st. Who knows. Maybe I'll get lucky and you won't come back to school at all. Actually you need to come back to school. You're my one true enemy.

Sincerely,

Your worst enemy

Draco stuffed the letter into his box as he heard the door knob begin to turn. It must be his father. His mother always knocked. Sure enough his father entered his room, closing the door behind him.

"Yes, father?" Draco asked cautiously, eyeing his father suspiciously as he sat down on Draco's bed.

"Draco, we need to discuss something very important." Lucius said seriously.

"What is it?" Draco swallowed around the crack in his voice.

"I was at a meeting earlier today." he said quietly. "And they told me the best student in Hogwarts was Hermione Granger. A muggleborn." Draco's heart dropped to his stomach. He was…

"...a disappointment to the Malfoy name." his father was saying. Draco realized he had spaced out in his utter horror. "Do you know what it was like to hear that a mudblood of all people had bested my own son?"

"I'm-I'm, really sorry father." Draco said softly, looking down at his hands.

"Don't be sorry." his father said. "Be better." Draco stiffened. Be better. He had done his best...He thought he was doing everything right. But...but Granger had gotten the better of him. No, not Granger. It was Potter's fault. Potter was distracting him. He was probably doing that on purpose. Of course. Potter wanted him to fail. He wanted to bring ruin to the Malfoy name.

"I'll be better, I promise." Draco said solemnly.

Dear Potter,

You owe me. I saw you in Borgin and Burkes. I saw you inside that cabinet. You make as much as a racoon, Merlin. I'm surprised Mr. Burkes didn't open the door to make sure the cabinet wasn't possessed. That's besides the point. I saved your skin today. And you might not know that, but I saved you. I thought about saying something. I could make your day bloody miserable. But I didn't. Why? I don't really know. You just looked so...scared. And, well, it wouldn't have been right to give myself the upper hand. We need to be on equal footing. That's all. Anyway, we conversed later on in the bookshop. Don't you think Lockhart is a self absorbed prick? Not that I care what you think. It's simply that I found him to be rather annoying, forcing you to stand there and take pictures for the press. You looked uncomfortable there. Once again, not that I care. I do want to apologize for my father's behavior though. It bothers me when my father drones on and on about Malfoy manners and such, but he can't even be bothered to have a civil conversation whenever I'm around. My father was very rude today, and I'm not sorry exactly. Merely troubled I suppose. I know I should want to be like him but I really don't. He has no manners, and he pretends he does. Which in my opinion is even worse. Now I don't know why I'm telling you this. It appears I don't know many things after all. Probably why Granger is beating me in all of my classes. I better go study now. Bye Potter.

Sincerely,

Draco

Draco needed to stop writing these letters. What if someone found them? Merlin, what if his father found them? He could only imagine the punishment he would get if his father even glimpsed the things he was saying. Yet he could not bring himself to throw them away. They were letters to his enemy. The person he loathed most in the world. He should be able to burn them without a second thought. It should bring him pleasure to watch every written word crumble to ashes. It didn't. And that worried him a great deal.

Dear Potter,

You truly are a complete disturbance to this entire school. A flying car? The train isn't good enough for you and your bloody sidekick? Ugh. I was disgusted when Theo told me all about your adventure. I have to admit, I was rather worried when you didn't come to the feast. As you are well aware, I hate you, but I do need you to be my enemy. Sorry, I'm getting off topic. You're an idiot. It amazes me that school has barely even begun and you have already injured a magnificent piece of school property. Okay the whomping willow isn't that magnificent, it scares me to be perfectly truthful, but still. You damaged school property before your first class. That has to be a record. Well I only needed to tell you that I loathe you and you are a danger to this entire institution.

Sincerely,

Malfoy

P.S. I met this lovely Ravenclaw girl. I simply need to make sure you don't make fun of her. I know you and Weasel have a talent for hurting people's feelings. Her name is Luna Lovegood and I believe she was sorted into Ravenclaw. So...just keep your words to yourself this time. Please.

Draco half wished he had been placed in Ravenclaw. He loved the Slytherins, and all Malfoys were supposed to be in Slytherin. But it would be nice not having to worry about Slytherin things all the time. Ravenclaw seemed almost uncomplicated. What was he thinking? If he had been in Ravenclaw he would've been a complete and utter disgrace to the Malfoy name. His father never would've forgiven him. It was rather that the Ravenclaws were much more welcoming than the Slytherins. Or at least Luna was.

A few weeks later Draco was working on a Potion's essay in the library when he heard a quiet creaking. He paused for a moment before putting his quill down and rising from his seat. The noise wasn't bothering him, he was simply curious. He found Luna sitting on top of a table, her wand behind her ear, staring at the ceiling.

"Luna?" he asked slowly, not wanting to startle her. He looked around for Madam Pince. She was nowhere in sight.

"Oh, hi Draco." she sighed.

"Something wrong?"

"No, no, nothing's wrong. I was merely lonely." she met his eyes and grinned. "But I'm not anymore."

He smiled back at her. "You haven't made any friends in Ravenclaw?"

"They don't seem to like me very much. Everyone keeps telling me to stuff it when I tell my stories." She rolled her eyes a little. "Most seem to be very close minded around here."

"That's very true." he said, glancing at the ceiling.

"Anyways, that doesn't matter now. I made a new friend." she said happily.

"Oh? Who?" he inquired.

"The wrackspurt in your brain is very nice to talk to." she said breathily. What the bloody hell was a wrackspurt?

"Well, want to come study with me so you can talk to it more?" he asked, not really sure why.

"Of course I do." she said airly, hopping down from the table. "You and your wrackspurts are splendid friends Draco." She smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back.

Dear Potter,

I should feel triumphant. I bested the golden trio after all. Except I don't. There is a weight on my chest that I don't know how to explain. Though I'm sure father would be bloody thrilled. I insulted Granger in front of the Quidditch team and made a fool of the blood traitor. I should probably stop writing these letters. They seem to be messing with my head.

Sincerely,

Malfoy

Draco's father had always urged him to say the word mudblood instead of muggleborn. It's their proper name, he had insisted. But Draco had never wanted to say it. He didn't really know what it meant, yet he still did not want to say it. It shouldn't matter, he knew that muggleborns blood was dirty. Or something along those lines. He wasn't sure why it was dirty. That's what his father had always told him, so he had simply accepted it as fact. Why then did he feel so utterly ashamed at what he had said earlier that day?

Dear Potter,

I know I haven't written in a while. But I am so angry at I'm not even sure who, and I don't know what else to do. I don't write in a diary. That seems like a bad idea. Anyway that's not the point. Today Ginvera Weasley wrote you a Valentine. And I had to watch that dwarf come and sing to you. Now don't think I'm mad because I care about you or something like that. We were going to have a proper duel finally. I was thrilled to at last get to fight with you in front of everyone. Or to fight you in general. It had been much too long since we had last stood mere feet apart, screaming at each other. I didn't realize how much I missed the excitement of fighting with you until I stood there, facing you. I couldn't resist the urge to make a snide remark, for I knew that would make you stay. Make you fight with me and ignore everyone around us. Hence the reason I am now pissed beyond belief. Ginny Weasley, the little brat, had to go and ruin it all with her dreadful Valentine. We never got a chance to finish Potter. We will one day though.

Sincerely,

Your worst enemy

Draco could not believe that Potter had run away from the duel with him. They had been about to fight, but he had run off with his singing Valentine chasing him. It was unbelievable. Potter had to be aching for a fight as much as he was. They hadn't fought since the slug incident, and that wasn't something that Draco cared to remember. Even though it had been months ago now. Draco had forgotten how good it felt to fight with Potter. How it made him feel awake, how his very blood sang whenever Potter was near him. It was unfortunate that they hadn't gotten a chance to duel.

Dear Potter,

You are the bloodiest Gryffindor in the history of Gryffindors. Of course you have taken it upon yourself to save the Weasley girl. Of course you couldn't leave it to the adults for once in your life. I will not waste my time worrying this time. There's probably nothing down there in the Chamber. I have no idea how Ginerva got down there but it wasn't anything to do with Salazar Slytherin. It wasn't. You're going to come back. You're going to come back in a few days and we'll end up screaming at each other on the train back home. In a few hours everything will be fine again and you will be back safe. Not that you're not safe right now. I'm sure you're having a perfectly fine time with the Weasleys down there. You're perfectly fine and I'm sure by the time I'm done writing this letter you will be back. And probably awarded hundreds of house points for some bullshit you did down in the chamber. Anyway, you make my life miserable. There are so many ways I could be spending my time and yet the only thing I can seem to do is worry. So, screw you Potter. I hate you.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

The rest of the night Draco lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling in silence. He tried to quiet his mind with other thoughts, but none came to them except that Potter was missing, once again. After a completely restless night, Draco left the Slytherin common room, an utter mess. He hadn't slept at all, and there was a persistent knot in the center of his stomach that wouldn't go away.

"Are you alright Draco?" came Luna's breathy voice. Draco paused. He was in the middle of the corridor and there was no one in sight.

"Er-yes? I am quite alright thanks for asking. And you?" he said awkwardly.

"You look worried. And I'm fine, I found my shoes but they don't seem to fit anymore." she replied.

"Right well-Luna, can you come out?" he asked.

"I suppose." she slipped out from a suit of armor, making quite a lot of noise as all of it crashed to the floor.

"Oh, I'm very sorry." she said, looking at the armor on the floor, sadly. She glanced at Draco and studied his face. "Something is troubling you." She observed.

"No, no I'm perfectly well." he shook himself. "Want to go to breakfast?"

"You shouldn't change the subject." she said sadly. Great. Now he felt guilty.

"Luna, I really am fine," he insisted. "Just didn't sleep well last night." She opened her mouth to reply when Harry walked by with the Weasel.

"Mate I bet we won the cup again!" Weasley was saying, nudging Harry.

"Right! And Hermione will be back to celebrate." Harry grinned, not noticing Draco and Luna a little ways away. Draco's heart squeezed and released, and felt himself let out the first real breath he had since he'd heard Harry was missing. It was as if he was watching from above as Harry and Weasley walked away, very much alive.

"Draco you're crying." Luna said softly, grabbing his hand gently.

"I'm sorry?" he looked back at her, tearing his gaze away from Harry.

"You're crying." she repeated, her mouth open slightly as she looked from him to Harry and Weasley retreating down the corridor.

"No." he shook his head even as he felt wet tracks down his cheeks. "I don't care."

"Don't care about what?" she asked slowly.

Draco swallowed. "Him."

"But-"

"I'm sorry Luna, I can't talk right now." he said quickly, turning and practically running back to the dungeons.

Dear Potter,

I want to make one thing very clear. I couldn't care less about you. I don't care if you live if you die. I am sure I can very easily find a new enemy if need be. You don't mean anything to me at all. We are merely enemies. Enemies who loathe each other. I don't care about you or your heroic life. I won't be thinking about you at all this summer. And if I do, it will be to spit at the mention of your name. The very thought of you nauseates me.

Sincerely,

Your Worst Enemy