A/N Hey guys! I did not edit this chapter so...But I wanted to get this out before I go on vacation. Hopefully I will get a chance to update while I'm away but if not the next chapter will come out in around 3 weeks. But hopefully less. Anyway I hope you like this chapter because I had way to much fun writing it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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Dear Potter,

I hope you're having a dreadful summer. Mine has been incredibly boring. I've been sending letters back and forth with Luna over the summer, and honestly she's much nicer to talk to than you. I mean you don't even write back. To be fair I haven't sent any of my letters, but I'm sure even if I did send them you still wouldn't reply. We hate each other, as you are well aware. So there is no reason for us to talk to each other outside of our extreme hatred induced battles. It's not like I'm actually talking to you right now. I'm basically talking to myself but pretending to talk to you if that makes any sort of sense. Not that I care if it makes sense to you. In fact I hope this letter properly confuses you beyond belief and you can make no sense of it whatsoever. I hope you're so bloody confused you miss the train and end up getting run over by a muggle car on the way back to your aunt and uncle's house. Anyway, I've been so bored this summer that I have no other options but to write to you, as has become tradition. My father seems to be on the edge lately. More so than usual. And he and my mother are always whispering about something or other. Oh, and didn't you hear? Sirius Black broke out of Azkaban! That's bloody brilliant if you ask me. Although my mother doesn't seem to think so. She's related to him you see. Not that you care, but she has been very troubled by his escape. Can't imagine why. Well I suppose I should stop writing now as it is time for tea. Goodbye Potter.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

Draco sealed the letters and placed it along with the rest. The box was starting to have quite the collection of letters. He sat for a moment in the quiet of his room wondering why exactly he was actually writing these letters. It simply didn't make any sense. Why would he spend so much time thinking about Potter, looking forward to when he would be able to write the next letter, when he absolutely loathed-

A knock sounded on his door and he quickly brushed thoughts of Potter from his mind.

"Come in," he said. His mother entered and shut the door behind her.

"Draco…" she began.

"What's wrong?" he asked before she could continue.

"Nothing, nothings wrong. It's just that your father and I aren't going to be here for a few days and I wanted to make sure you'd be okay staying by yourself."

Draco opened his mouth to reply but before he could Narcissa said,

"Blinky will be here the whole time of course, and we'll firecall every couple hours-"

"That's fine mum." he said, suppressing a sigh. What were his parents doing all of the time? His father barely talked to him anymore, except to nag him about his grades. And his mother...his mother loved him, he knew that much. But nowadays she was always looking over her shoulder and staring at Draco as if he might disappear any second. It was quite a bit frightening to be perfectly honest. He missed the days when she was carefree and would laugh when he made a silly face of some sort.

"Thank you." she said softly, pulling him in for a hug.

"Of course." he said, wondering, not for the first time, what exactly was going on with his parents.

A few lonely weeks had passed, in which Draco had spent most of the time writing letters to Luna and practicing piano. He should probably have studied more for his Hogwarts classes, but he couldn't bring himself to open his textbooks in the middle of summer. All of his necessary homework had been finished long ago after all. The only remotely interesting thing that had happened was when his Monster Book of Monsters had tried to eat him, and then his bedroom. Now he was finally going back to Hogwarts where he could see all of the Slytherins, Luna, and no-not Potter. He didn't want to see Potter. He did not want to see Potter. He merely wanted to spend a Potter free year in which he could enjoy the company of the Slytherins plus one Ravenclaw.

After spending most of the train ride joking with the Slytherins the train stopped abruptly. The train car fell silent as the lights flickered on and off.

"We're not there yet, are we?" Pansy asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"No, we haven't even been on the train that long, we still have half the ride left." Blaise replied, looking around. No one said anything else and Draco wondered if perhaps some type of serial killer had broken onto the train when the car door slid open quietly. Pansy let out a squeak and the rest of the Slytherins drew their wands but Luna quickly said,

"It's just me. Luna. Lovegood. The ravenclaw." Draco heard her draw in a breath.
"I was all by myself, because Ginny and Neville left and I didn't want to be alone in the dark-"

"It's okay. You can sit with us." Draco said, sliding over to make room for her.

"Thanks." she said quietly, not sounding at all like her usual self.
"Did you see what's out there?" Pansy asked.

"No, but I felt it." Luna was silent for a moment more before continuing. "It's loud but quiet at the same time, the air is somber and cold...and it's inside of me." she shuddered. Draco never would've used those exact words, but Luna described the atmosphere on the train perfectly. A black hooded figure glided past their car door and Pansy let out an ear piercing scream, while Luna stayed perfectly still with her eyes squeezed shut. A heaviness came over Draco and he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep for all eternity. Voices in his head started and he put his hands over his ears. He heard his father telling him he was a failure, his mother murmuring about him being a disappointment-but then it was over. There were no more voices in his head and the lights in the car turned back on. Everyone was pale and shaken.

"What was that?" Blaise asked shakily.

"I don't know." Draco said, doing his best to keep his voice steady. No one said anything for the rest of the train ride.

Dear Potter,

I wonder what you heard to make you pass out. I don't care that you passed out. Obviously I could care less what you were doing on the train ride over, I was just wondering why you passed out and none of the rest of us did. We were all terrified out of our minds to be sure, but we didn't pass out. I'm not quite sure why Sirius Black's breakout requires all the extra precautions. I mean if it's really such a big deal why not have us stay home with our parents? See, I can add this to the list of reasons why I despise Dumbledore. Anyway, you're no fun to fight with when you're pale and moody. So feel better soon please. I hate you.

Sincerely,

Your worst enemy who is terribly bored and wants to pick a fight with you

Draco had no idea what was wrong with him. There was some sort of knot in his stomach and weird pounding in his chest. Usually he would put his letters in a box, but tonight he couldn't bring himself too. His heart was going so fast and it was scaring him to be perfectly honest. Was he dying? Oh Merlin, he was probably dying of some sort of ambiguous disease that was caused by your enemies when you hadn't seen them in a long time. He should go to Madame Pomfrey. What if Potter wasn't in the mood to fight and this feeling never went away? How was he supposed to focus in class if he was too busy feeling and sick and thinking about Potter-

"Draco what the bloody hell are you doing in there?" Blaise called.

"Yeah mate come on we're trying to sleep." Theo mumbled. Draco hadn't realized that he had been tossing and turning in his bed, clutching the letter to his chest.

"Sorry," he called back. "Couldn't sleep." He dragged a hand over his face. This was ridiculous. He wasn't dying. Yes. He was dying actually. Draco couldn't stop thinking about Harry bloody Potter.

A few days later Draco was actually considering going to the hospital wing. There was this constant knot in his stomach whenever Potter was around, which was fairly often. And now there was this fluttering feeling that appeared when Potter would talk. He had noticed it whenever he would pass Potter in the hall and he would be talking to his friends, the fluttering feeling would start in his stomach and then make its way up his throat. He must have some sort of Harry Potter illness or something.

Dear Potter,

I'd like to blame you for nearly having my arm chopped off by a Hippogriff. I mean I was just copying what you did after all. I followed all the instructions and in return my arm nearly got taken off. I'm not writing because I haven't seen you in days, I'm bored. That's really all. It's not like I expected you to come visit so that we could-nevermind. Anyway the Hippogriff lesson was rather interesting wasn't it? Crabbe and Goyle didn't really think so, but I did. And I'm not jealous that you got to ride the Hippogriff (look at the state of me I probably would've died on the bloody thing), but that did look rather fun. Well I suppose the whole Sirius Black ordeal is not such a big deal after all if they're letting us go into the Forbidden Forest for lessons. I do wonder why they've brought the dementors on though. They seem to be bothering most. Poor Luna, she gets in the right state whenever we walk past them. Won't tell me what's up though. Not that I blame her. They make you hear some downright awful stuff. I better go, Madam Pomfrey is giving me dirty looks for not resting.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

A few days later Draco received a letter from his father. Which was an extremely rare occurrence, so he tore the letter open with excitement. Only to be confused by its contents.

"Something wrong?" asked Theo, who was watching him read the letter. Draco threw down the letter in frustration.

"My father." was all he said. Lucius told him some shite about Sirius Black being Potter's godfather, and apparently he wanted Draco to use this information wisely. Whatever the hell that meant.

"Know what you mean." Theo sighed. "Bloody parents mate, they want us to do all their dirty work."

"Quite." Draco shook his head. What exactly did his father want him to do? Egg Potter on? For some reason he didn't particularly want to use this information against Potter. However a few days later it became apparent that he would have to. He received two more letters from Lucius, both telling him different ways in which he would present this information to Potter. So, he supposed the only thing he could do was pick a fight with Potter and...hint at some information? This was going to go brilliant. The perfect opportunity came in potions the next day. Draco ended up working with both Potter and the Weasel, and Finnigan brought up the subject of none other than Sirius Black. Draco's ears perked up at the mention of his name. Aha, this was his chance. He was about to open his mouth to say something ambiguous about revenge when he felt Potter's hand brush against his as he reached for the caterpillars.

Both boys drew in a breath. Neither of them moved. Their fingers were barely touching but Draco's heart had started pounding so hard he was scared it would come out of his throat. After a moment Potter drew back his hand and so did Draco. Oh, he still needed to carry out his plan.

"Thinking-" His voice cracked and he stopped immediately.

"Excuse me?" Potter hesitated, looking confused.

"Single handed, right?" Wait, oh shit. That hadn't come out right.
"Single handed…" Potter repeated. Draco felt Potter's breath on his cheek and every single thought about Sirius Black vanished from his head. Focus, he had to...Draco moved his foot slightly and it touched Potter's under the table. He felt himself flush but made no move to pull his foot away. He wasn't going to be the first one to do so. From the corner of his eye he saw Potter start to turn red as well, but he still didn't move his foot. Draco turned and pretended to busy himself with Potions ingredients while really studying him. He gazed at the tousled black hair, and bright green eyes, the way he was biting his lip. Potter was...was- Oh Merlin's pants. He was beautiful.

"What are you doing Malfoy?" The Weasel spat, breaking the silence between him and Potter.

"What?" Potter's gaze snapped to Weasleys.
"You good mate? You looked a little spacy there for a second."

"Yeah, yeah I'm alright. Finishing chopping these roots will you."

Still neither of their feet moved from under the table. Draco wondered how long this was going to go on for. He was a tad worried that he didn't mind the comforting weight of Potter's foot on his. But it was comforting, and somehow steadying there under the table.

"...10 points from Gryffindor!" Snape was saying. Draco snapped his gaze upward. Class was nearly over, Snape had just taken his customary points from Gryffindor. Weasley was shaking and red with fury, and Draco expected Potter to look the same but when he turned his gaze back to him, he realized that Potter wasn't looking at Snape. He was looking at Draco.

Dear Potter,

You have riddled me with some sort of illness. You must have cursed me while I wasn't looking. I feel ill. I feel as if I am dying whenever I am around you. This must be your plan, to make me feel sick so that we cannot fight. Am I no longer a worthy enemy of you? Is that why you have done this to me? I don't understand what is happening. Even the thought of you sends this feeling to the pit of my stomach and this warmth spreads all over me. I hate you. This is all your fault Potter.

Sincerely

Malfoy

One day while Draco was lying on the floor of the library when Luna came up to him with Theo and Pansy.

"Are you okay Draco?" Pansy asked, a tinge of worry in her voice.

"I'm fine." he said, doing his best to keep his voice emotionless.

"You're thinking of someone." Luna said quietly. Everyone stared at her, and then turned their gazes to Draco, waiting for confirmation.

"No, no I'm-I'm ill." he groaned and sat up.

"Why don't you go to the hospital wing then?" Theo suggested. Luna was shaking her head next to him. How did she know so much? She probably knew things he didn't know himself.

"It's not that type of illness." Luna murmured, so quietly that no one heard.

"I don't think I can be cured." Draco sighed and flopped back down to the floor.

"Oh come on, you're going to be alright." Pansy said, rolling her eyes. Most of her worry was gone now that she saw Draco acting as his usual self.

"Why don't you come to the quidditch game." Luna suggested, brightening up. He had nearly forgotten about the Gryffindor Hufflepuff match, due to his illness he had not thought of much else except Potter. Well, it wasn't like he had much else to do besides feel sick and miserable.

"Yeah, I suppose I'll come."

"Brilliant!" Luna smiled and her eyes held a luminous joy Draco had never seen there. At least he had made her happy. A little while later Draco, Luna, Theo, and Pansy were all freezing in the quidditch stands.

"It's freezing." Pansy shook, wrapping her arms around herself.

"You can say that again." Theo said, glancing sideways at her. Draco and Luna were wrapped together in their cloaks, huddling together for warmth. Hardly any of the players were visible during the match, except for brief glimpses when they came close to the stands.

"Holy shite." Draco heard Theo mutter.

"Wh-" He shut his mouth in horror. Luna let out a small scream and covered her hands with her eyes. Hooded figures were flying together in the hundreds to the quidditch field. It was the most terrifying thing he had ever seen. Their black cloaks flapped in the wind as they eagerly swarmed towards the stadium. Students began screaming in terror as the teachers jumped up and began sending silvery spells the dementors way. Luna sobbed and turned her face into Draco's chest.
"Hey, hey it's okay." he said quickly. Though it was not okay. A figure had just fallen from their broom and was plummeting to the ground.

"Merlin, I think that's Potter." Theo said darkly. Draco nearly passed out.

"WHAT?" He screamed, his voice cracking. His heart began beating even faster and time seemed to slow as Harry began to fall slower. He was eventually lowered to the ground by Dumbledore, who began yelling at the Dementors. Draco couldn't hear anything as he stared at the motionless figure on the ground. As the dementors started retreating he felt Luna tug on his sleeve.

"Your heart is going very fast." she observed softly. "Is it about Harry?"

"Harry-no, no Potter." he blurted. He could feel himself flush, despite the cold.

"Ahh." she nodded solemnly.

"You, you know?" he stuttered, not quite sure what he was even asking.

"Do you?" she replied. No, Draco had no idea what the bloody hell was going on with him.

Dear Potter,

I thought you were going to die there for a second. I mean, I'm fairly sure everyone thought you were dementor food. You fell and it looked like they were all going to swarm on top of you, and well, eat you. I'm just telling it how it is. You're fine now. You ignored me as you walked out of the hospital wing with Granger and Weasley. Which is normal and to be expected. Something is very wrong with me, Potter. I felt happy when I heard you were okay. And I don't understand why. I was happy that you were not dead. Why do I care, you might ask? Well to be perfectly honest I don't even know myself. I don't know why but I think I might care about you Potter. Not that it matters. I only care about you because you're my enemy. That's right. I have to go do some serious thinking now. I'm glad you didn't fall to your death and imminent doom.

Sincerely,

Draco

Draco was moping about the Slytherin common room late at night when Snape came into the room. No one else was around so Draco straightened up eagerly. He'd always quite liked his godfather, a bit more than his real father if he was being truthful.

"Hello." Draco said with a grin.

"Hello Draco." Snape said grimly. He looked so solemn Draco worried for a moment if someone had died.
"Is everything alright?" he asked tentatively. Snape straightened and sighed.

"Yes, yes I suppose everything is fine." Snape sat next to Draco. "We have to discuss something important."

"Okay...you're sure everything is fine?"

"Yes." Snape swallowed. He looked pained. "Your father asked me to talk to you about-about…"

Draco waited but Snape didn't say anything.

"About…" Draco motioned about, waiting.
"What happens when young people reach...reach a certain age." Snape took a very long, very deep breath and continued. "You see now that you've reached this age you need to know about…" He was drawing this out so long Draco was growing frustrated.

"About what?" he demanded.
"Your body." That certainly had not been what Draco was expecting.

"What-what Severus, why-I'm sorry I don't really know what you're referring to."

"You see when people reach a certain age...they they-"

"Oh are you talking about sex? Obviously I know all about that." Draco shook his head at Severus' silliness.

"How-nevermind. I don't want to know." Both of them sat in awkward silence for a few moments.

"So was that all?" Draco asked, scratching behind his ear to give himself something to do.

"No, no er-your father wanted me to give you some books." Snape said quickly, standing and pulling some books from his robes. Snape was always pulling odd things out of his voluminous robes. He handed Draco the books before nodding at him.
"You make sure you read those."

"Er." Draco glanced down at the titles. "Right."

"And don't forget to finish your potions essay." Snape reminded him, snapping back into his usual self.

"Yeah, yeah I know." Draco sighed. It wasn't until a few days later that Draco began reading the books. One particular one caught his interest. A Guide to Gender and Sexuality Terms (what you should know). It wasn't until page 136 of this book that it hit Draco. He was gay. And he, Dear Merlin. He liked Potter. No. No, that couldn't possibly be what this feeling was. Sure he was gay, but he didn't like Potter and his really nice hair, and eyes, and...Well fuck.

Dear Potter,
I have to inform you of something extremely important. It seems I have developed some sort of liking for you. Now I have no idea how, or why this has happened to me. But it changes nothing. I can like you and hate you at the same time, trust me. I'm Draco Malfoy after all, if anyone can like and hate someone at the same time I can. Well that was all I had to tell you. I hate you and like you. Lucky me.

Sincerely,

Your worst enemy who likes you but also hates your guts

Draco did his best not to think of Harry Potter for a while. Or as long as he could go. Which was only about 15 minutes. Though that was still worth something in his mind. He kept himself busy with Quidditch practice, he helped Luna find her shoes and find nargles hiding in the castle, and he...well the rest of the time he was thinking about Potter. Every time the mention of his name came up warmth would pool in the pit of his tummy and a pleasant feeling would spread throughout his whole body. He couldn't help the way thinking of him made him feel. Soon the school year was coming to a rapid close and Draco had to spend more time on his school work instead of what Potter was doing at all times. The Buckbeak incident had been long behind Draco and he hadn't really thought much about it since he'd received a letter from his mother making sure he was okay. Until Luna ran up to him after Potions with tears in her eyes.

"Did you hear about the hippogriff!" she said tearfully, twisting her hands together.

"The hippogriff?" he asked cautiously, making his way up a long stairway.

"They're going to put one to death!" she practically shrieked. "They're going to murder that majestic creature right here on school grounds!"

"Wait, they're going to kill Buckbeak?" Draco said, astounded. "Why on earth would they do that? And who's going to kill him?"

"I don't know, I don't know! I was talking to Ginevra and she told me all about it. Apparently her brother and his friends from Gryinffdor are very upset about it." Luna shook her head furiously. "I don't understand why they would do such a thing! It's not like Buckbeak did anything wrong." A tear fell from her lashes.

"Yeah they can't just-" Oh shit. This was his father's doing. Of course it was. Who else would sentence a magical beast to death for a simple misunderstanding.

"Excuse me." he said hurriedly. And sprinted up the stairs to the owlery.

Dear Father,

Please don't kill the hippogriff. It really wasn't Buckbeak's fault for what happened, it was my own. Just call off the execution please. I don't want him to die.

Love,

Draco

He gave the letter to a school owl and drew in a long breath. Hopefully his father listened to him for once. He was going to head to dinner but three sprinting figures distracted him. Potter, Weasley, and Granger were all running out of the great hall and burst out the door. No one else seemed to notice but Draco. He thought for one second and then took off running after them. He trailed them down to the school grounds where they ran into Hagrid's hut. Draco stood on the hill overlooking the grounds, not knowing what to do. He stood there, and then decided he might as well wait to see what would happen.

He was considering giving up and going back to have some dinner when Dumbledore, the minister of magic, and another ministry official walked down to Hagrid's hut. None of them noticed him, as he was sitting behind a large rock to avoid being seen by anyone. He inhaled sharply, realizing that the three Gryffindors were still inside Hagrid's hut. Right as they entered, the three of them tumbled out the other side of Hagrid's hut and ran up the hill right to where Draco was. Draco stiffened and prayed that none of them would see him, but to his utter horror they stopped as they reached the top of the hill, and turned. They stared at each other in shock. He immediately felt himself flush as he stared at Potter. He scrambled to his feet.

"Er-" he began, not knowing what he was actually planning to say. But he was cut off as Granger stormed to him and slapped him across the face.

"Hermione!" Potter gasped. Weasley smirked,

"He deserves it. What are you doing here Malfoy? Waiting to see your favorite hippogriff be killed?" He shook his head in disgust. Oh. So it seemed his father hadn't listened to him. Draco began to shake his head but stopped when he heard the fall of an axe. It felt like a stone had been dropped in the pit of his stomach. Granger clapped a hand to her mouth in horror.
"They didn't-did they just?" She blinked furiously. "How could they?"

"Get out of here Malfoy!" Weasley yelled. Draco wasn't sure why he was yelling. He hadn't even done anything this time. Potter met his eyes briefly, Draco could not read the expression on his face. An overwhelming desire came over him to run his hands through Potter's hair and kiss him. His face grew even redder and he quickly ran the other direction, for he feared if he was there a moment longer desire would overcome him and he would do exactly what he wanted.

Dear Potter,

I simply want to clear something up. I did not want Buckbeak to be murdered. He was a truly lovely creature and he did not deserve to die. I am sorry that he was killed but it wasn't my fault. I asked my father not to go through with it. I don't understand why he still did. I didn't even tell my father about the whole incident, I told my mother. I suppose she told him, I guess she tells him most everything. But that's not the point. The point is that I'm sorry. I really am. Buckbeak deserved to have a long happy life. Well, I best be going now it's getting late.

Sincerely,

Draco

It wasn't until the next day that Draco realized something had happened. Once again he was flopped on the floor of the library when he saw Snape angrily storm past outside from the window. He sat up. A moody Snape beat laying here feeling sorry miserable. He found Snape in his office, bitterly making some sort of potion.

"What happened?" Draco asked, curious. Snape heaved a great angry sigh.

"Nothing." he spat.

"Nothing." Draco nodded sarcastically.

"Don't do that to me." Snape shook his head. Draco waited for him to continue.

"It's Black." Snape said furiously. "We had him, and he escaped. It's Potter's fault. All his fault, just like his father he is. Going around doing whatever he wants, not thinking of the consequences. He could've bloody killed me but not like he cares." Snape was throwing random ingredients into a cauldron and Draco wondered for a moment if he was making some sort of poison to murder Potter before he got back on the train.

Dear Potter,

I think Snape might be trying to murder you. He's very angry about something that couldn't possibly be your fault. Actually, I take that back. It probably is your fault. Only you would help a criminal escape. Because you're just like that. Since it's the end of the school year and I will not see you again for a very long time, I am writing this while staring at you. We're in transfiguration and you're playing hangman with Weasley instead of paying attention. Although I cannot talk. I'm writing a letter to my worst enemy and crush instead of paying attention. I wanted to study you one last time before we get on that train. I know this is probably weird but you're never going to read this. So it's okay for me to say I think you're rather beautiful. I like every single thing about you, Harry Potter. And hopefully the summer will change that. You're not supposed to like your worst enemy.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy