Story: To Love an Enemy
Author: IamtheLight
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash. Male/Male pairing. If you are offended, then please stop reading.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. J.K. ROWLING OWNS HARRY POTTER!
Summary: Harry is waiting for The Order to pick him up from his uncle's house. So when Draco Malfoy came to do the task, Harry was more than apprehensive to trust him. But his feelings were going to change soon
Author's Notes: Sorry for all the mistakes. The story is unbetaed. And thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews!
Chapter 5: Trotting Down the Memory Lane
Harry awoke when sunrays fell over his eyes. He distinctively felt a warm body pressed against his chest, which was unusual.
His eyes flew open. The unfamiliarity of the room disoriented him for a moment until he remembered the events of the previous night.
Malfoy, Harry thought vaguely. He gasped when he saw the said blond curled tightly at his side. His hands were tucked under his chin and knees drawn to his stomach, as if he was trying to make himself as small as possible. Harry's arm was around his waist, his body curved around Draco's.
Harry shot out of bed as if he had been burnt.
Damn it!
Swearing, he took a towel from the racks and headed for the bathroom.
What had I been thinking? He scolded himself as he turned the shower on, I was practically hugging him.
He closed his eyes and felt the warm water running down his bare body. It calmed him down a little. Even the morning wood he so willfully did not think about.
But he did feel warm, his inner voice piped up.
"Shut up!" he scolded himself aloud.
"Potter! Draco called in a frightened voice.
He had woken up when he had heard some noise. Sleeping in a curled position had made his body stiff. As he was stretching, he noticed that Harry was not beside him.
"I am in the bathroom," Harry called out, flushing slightly. Obviously, he will not know about that, Harry thought feeling relieved.
"Okay, I will take out fresh set of clothes for you," Draco called back.
Surprised, Harry could not answer for a few moments.
When he had changed so much? Harry thought. Clearing his throat, Harry said aloud, "Sure, thanks!"
Draco rummaged his coat and took out Harry's trunk. He was thankful that he had the sense to shrink and keep it while still in Privet Drive. He returned it to normal size and opened it. Crinkling his nose like slightly at the disheveled manner of packing, he started looking for some suitable clothes. But the problem was, the clothes did not seem Harry's at all. They were at least four sizes, if not more, bigger than him. The smallest one was threadbare and worn.
Completely bewildered, he picked a white shirt which seemed alright compared to the others and a pair of baggy jeans. He carefully packed the trunk shrunk it back.
On hearing the bathroom door open, he turned around to ask Harry why he had such large clothes. But his throat clogged and his breath hitched when Draco call him. Harry was wearing only his trousers and his shirt was slung on his back. Droplets of water clung to his torso, his hair wet and disheveled. He had not put on his glasses, and his eyes sparkled. Draco wondered why he wore those glasses. Those eyes were too stunning to be hidden behind them.
Draco's throat went completely dry when Harry came towards him. His eyes remained glued to the toned muscular chest. He wrenched his eyes away.
"Thanks," Harry smiled taking the clothes. Glanced at go to see him staring at him. Harry flushed and cleared his throat, "Staring is rude."
Draco broke out of his reverie and felt disoriented for a while. He could feel himself blushing but he to composed himself.
"Well, you have a nice body," Draco smirked.
Harry was certainly taken aback by the sudden, bold compliment. Draco's smirk became more pronounced when he saw Harry blush. But the smirk was soon replaced by a frown, "But it is being hidden by these elephant sized clothes. Why are they so big?"
Harry felt awkward. He had never told about the Dursleys' to anyone but the Weasley's and my name hi my Hermione. The order came to know about the problem through Dumbledore. He could not decide whether to tell Draco.
"They belonged to my cousin," Harry said, pulling on a clean shirt.
"That pig in the house?"
Harry snorted and nodded.
"Why?" Draco's gaze scrutinized Harry.
"Because I don't have clothes of my own," Harry said hesitantly, "And I do not need clothes. I have money. I could have bought some if I really needed it. It is ok, really,"
"You are trying to say that those Muggles didn't buy you clothes and made you wear these hand-me-downs which don't even fit you," Draco's voice was low and dangerous.
Harry was confused by Draco's sudden fury.
"And why did Dumbledore or, as a matter of fact any other wizard not tell them anything?"
"Actually, I have to live in that house because of my mother's protection. Her only living relative—"
Draco stopped Harry short when he clutched his shirt, "You did not get my question. I asked, why did anyone not tell anything when those bastards were treating you like that?"
Harry's eyes widened. He did not know that answer to that question. Hell, did not even know he was a wizard.
"I did not even know I was a wizard. Hagrid told me on my eleventh birthday," he somewhat stammered. Draco was scaring him slightly. He had seen the boy sneering, angry and in general malicious. But he had never seen him so furious.
Draco's eyes narrowed, "You, the Great Harry Potter, the Chosen One, The Boy who Lived, did not know you were a wizard until you turned eleven?"
Harry winced at the titles attached to his name, "I—no my uncle is somewhat allergic to magic. So he did not tell me until, well Hagrid came to get me on my birthday." He smiled when he remembered the day.
Draco let go of his shirt sat down on the bed with a thud. He looked up Harry with a sad expression, "I thought you were a pampered prince and you tell me you were treated like an house elf."
Harry chuckled at the comparison and sat beside him, "Everyone makes mistakes."
"Did they treat you that badly?"
"Not like a house elf but you are not far from the mark."
Draco sighed and got up, "I will have a bath now."
"Ok, do you have your clothes?"
"I was not actually expecting to be staying for the night. If you would have not wasted my time, we would have been inside the headquarters." Draco sneered.
Harry stared at him for awhile before laughing loudly, "It's good to have you back. The other one was confusing the hell out of me."
Draco rolled his eyes and went towards the bathroom.
"Do you want some of my clothes? " Harry asked.
"They fit you fine. But if I wear them, they will fall of me. My bone structure is too big for those clothes," Draco grimaced at the idea of wearing those huge pants.
Harry snorted. He was right. Harry was larger than Draco.
Draco entered the bathroom feeling disconcerted. He knew Harry lived with Muggles. Hermione had told him so. But what he did not know was that Harry was treated so badly by them. And what was Dumbledore thinking? Alright, he understand the whole 'protection' that Harry had because of his mother's sacrifice, also understood that Harry had to live on the only blood relative of his mother. But why did Dumbledore or as a matter of fact any body else, not warn the Muggles of their behaviour towards Harry? And that too Harry was only a child when he was handed over to them.
The devil in him wanted to go to 4, Privet Drive and kill or at least Crucio the Muggles for an hour. But he repeated in his mind, "I am good. I am good. It does not matter."
He turned off the shower and dried his body with a towel. Wearing his old blue shirt and trousers, he came out of the bathroom with only one thing in mind - to know everything about Harry's childhood. But when he saw the black box with moving people in it, he was awestruck and all other thoughts flew out of his mind.
"W h - what is that?" he asked fearfully, "did you capture their souls?"
Harry stared at him, trying to figure out why he was so scared. He the realized that Draco was talking of the television.
"This is called a television or a TV," Harry smiled and patted the bed beside him, signaling Draco to sit down. Draco sat down tentatively, eyes never leaving the TV. Harry chuckled a little, "It's alright. It is a Muggle device for entertainment. They watch news, TV shows, serial, movies and various other things on it."
"What is that?" Draco asked, pointing at the remote control.
"This is a remote control. It is used to switch the TV on or off, or change channels or control the volume," Harry explained, "Here, I'll teach you."
So for the next fifteen minutes, Draco learnt how to operate the TV. It seemed as if Christmas had come early for Draco when he switched channels. The usually cynical grey eyes were sparkling with childlike enthusiasm. He looked so cute that Harry could not help ruffling his hair a little.
It's so soft, his mind appreciated involuntarily which took Harry by surprise. He had just thought of Draco Malfoy's hair soft.
"Hey! What did you do that for?" Draco scowled. But he was blushing to the roots of his hair.
"Just because," Harry said without any sarcasm.
Draco kept scowling but a door bell alerted to him and he grabbed his wand.
"Relax, I ordered breakfast," Harry said calmly.
While getting up, he ruffled Draco's hair once more to feel the silky strands glide through his palm. He laughed when Draco scowled again.
"Be careful," Draco called behind him.
Harry nodded and opened the door. It was room service. Harry returned with a tray laden with food which he set on the bed and settled down.
"Let's watch some news," Harry suggested, biting into the toast after smearing it with jam.
Draco nodded and switched the channel. He had forgotten to ask Harry about his childhood in all the excitement about the black box.
"Here," Harry handed him a plate with toast and bacon.
"Thanks," Draco murmured, "Did the Muggles make you work?"
Harry the blinked several times at the change of topic. Then he took another bite and chewed slowly, thinking about how to frame the answer.
"Yes. But not any labor intensive work. They were just plain household chores. But they stopped making me work when I came back from Hogwarts in the first year. I don't know which was worse."
"Why?"
"Because, I had something to do before at least. And they did not let me do my homework. I became so bored that even household chores seemed fun!" Harry snorted.
Draco grimaced, "So, when you started doing the chores, how old are you?"
Harry hesitated, "I started when I was seven."
Draco's eyes widened, "Seven? And you did all those without mistakes?"
"I never said that. I made lots of mistakes."
"And there must have been punishment for those mistakes?"
Harry was stunned. Draco was trying to know how the Dursley's punished him. That is why he was asking all these questions.
"Yes, well...," Harry trailed off.
"What were they?" Draco's voice had gone cold, his eyes were narrowed.
"Beating, sometimes…"
"What kind?"
"Huh?"
"How did they beat you?"
"With hand, sometimes belt. But it did not hurt much. I am noted for my ability to take damage." Harry laughed at his own joke.
Draco kept on staring.
"Staring is rude."
"And, what else did they do?" Draco asked, ignoring the comment. When Harry hesitated, he snapped, "Just tell me, Potter!"
"They sometimes locked me up in my cupboard with no lights and food." Harry shivered slightly. As a two year old, he had been very afraid of darkness. Later, he got used to it.
"Cupboard?" Draco clenched his hands into fists.
"Yeah, well, um…" Harry stammered, wondering why he was telling all this to Draco, "It had been my bedroom till I was eleven."
Draco set down his untouched plate, afraid he might drop it. He got up and wore his overcoat.
"Where are you going?" Harry was completely confused at Draco's unusual behavior and unpredictable mood swings.
"Grimmauld place."
"But you cannot go there!" Harry said, alarmed, "What if Death Eaters are still Guarding the place?"
"I am not that stupid!" Draco sneered. He waved his wand, muttering an incantation to low for Harry to hear .
Draco's hair color changed and became a light shade of brown, his pointed nose became tapered and his mouth became thicker. He even changed the color of his clothes.
"I will come with you," Harry said, grabbing his wand from the bedside table.
"Don't mess with me, Potter!" Draco snapped, "You are an underage wizard. If you do magic, we will get caught. Stay here. The chances of Death Eater attacks here is less. We're outside London. Dover, actually."
Harry stood staring at him, "And you expect me to sit tight?"
"I expect just that," Draco said in a quiet, threatening voice, "The whole Order have risked then necks to keep you alive. You just cannot ruin it by playing 'Hero'. When your time comes , I am sure you will receive your share of excitement," he shook his head sadly , "And as for me, I am not the one who will kill that psychopathic, snake –like , red – eyed, Muggle- killing , filthy bastard— you will . So for now, please let me risk my life and save yours. Then maybe people will remember me as 'Draco Malfoy—the man who saved The-Boy-Who-Lived', instead of 'Draco Malfoy—son of Lucius Malfoy and Death Eater-in-training," Draco sighed.
Harry stared at him as if he had just spoken pig Latin.
"Staring is rude," Draco retorted, giving him a playful smirk.
"Well…I…" Harry spluttered.
"See you later ," Draco said , "And please, stay away from trouble , for the sake of…of everyone who love you."
And with that, Draco Disapparated with a crack.
He Hey, guys! This is an extra large chapter! It's because I won't be updating for a while. But don't worry, because I'm taking typing courses to type faster. So next time I update, it will be more regular. I will update next in April and I hope that you keep following the story. Reviews are most welcome. In fact, they are the best thing in the world!