My Only Love

Enemy

"He is thine enemy."

The mark was quite interesting for a manner of reasons. One of which it was a reminder, a reminder of something everyone had commented on. They were enemies.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were not names that went together well. The offspring of the Potters', who had become the Boy who had lived due to his mother's love, and the boy who was supposed to carry on the Malfoy name an to continue with his father's work beside the Dark Lord.

They did not belong together, or at least not by other people's standards. But there are so many things in this world that did not go together, that did not belong, that were. And those that were, fit, in their own weird way. There was always a reason, and there was always meaning.

Harry remembered explaining to himself how insane it all was once. How absolutely absurd it would be. How dangerous. But then logic is not the ruler of one's heart. And one's enemy is only truly one's enemy when the two believe it. Not what the rest of the world believes.

<~*~>

Harry continued to watch Draco from across the Potions lab. Only tables away and Harry could clearly remember the events on top of the Astronomy Tower nearly a month ago now. A month? Had it been a month?

Draco looked up and spotted him looking at him, and Harry quickly struggled keep his eyes on his work and to keep himself from blushing.

Draco had known what Harry was looking at and why. He too hadn't forgot the night on the Astronomy Tower. Nothing major had happened, and only shirts had been lost. Not that at the time they hadn't wanted more. But afterwards...afterwards had gotten tricky. He knew he had been an ass, but well, what was he supposed to do? Be nice. Like hell.

Why let up on Har--Potter? I mean there was only an attraction there. Only attraction.

Then why couldn't he keep his eyes off of the other boy? Why did he care what others said to Potter? Thought of Potter?

He was losing it; it was that simple.

When class ended Draco was hell bent on getting out of the classroom, which was unlike him. He was a favorite, which made it so that Snape didn't make him uncomfortable, but the way Har--Potter-- had been watching him for awhile did. "Outta my way Potter," he said, pushing past the other boy, enjoying the feeling of their solid bodies touching, even if it was through their robes.

Harry stayed mute and just stared at Draco instead. Draco figured that meant he was in charge, was dominant, as was his right. His lips curved into his signature smirk. "What is wrong with you?" he drawled with obvious contempt and hatred. "Brew something wrong in potions so that your mouth is shut permanently."

Hermione and Ron were standing directly behind Harry, as Draco supposed they always would. "Lay off, Malfoy," Hermione spat, looking at Draco as if he were newt liver she'd just found on the bottom of her shoe. very nice description.

How dare anyone look at a Malfoy like that? "Have to have the Mudblood speak for you? And in such layman's terms. I'm surprised, Granger, I thought you had a better vocabulary."

"I do," Hermione said smugly, knowing she had come up with the perfect answer. "I just didn't want you miss what I was saying."

Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously. "One of these days, Mudblood--"

"Stop!" Harry said, holding out an arm to block Ron from getting to Draco, knowing that Hermione pulling on him wasn't enough. When Harry figured Ron was calm enough, he advanced on Draco. "You may say whatever it is you wish about me Malfoy, but leave my friends out of it," he whispered dangerously, knowing that Ron and Hermione couldn't hear. "You gave up that right a month ago."

Draco managed to look impassive but memories of that night a month ago came flooding back, as did the want. "I don't see how," he said with confidence.

"There are particularly nasty rumors I could be spreading," Harry said, knowing full well that it was a bluff, but hoping that he sounded confident enough to shake Draco a bit.

"You're not capable of it, and no one would believe you," Draco spat softly at Harry, not wanting Weasel or is this deliberate? or Granger to overhear. That would be a bit too dangerous for his liking.

"The Slytherins might not, but everyone else would," Harry said with a confidence he did not feel. "And didn't I mention that I was nearly put into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat, I just chose not to be." He didn't know why he added that. He'd never told anyone that, not even Ron.

It took him a second but Draco quickly saw the flaws in Harry's little plan. "If I back off then everyone knows anyways. It's an impossible bargain. Just let it go."

"You worry too much about your image," Harry practically sneered. "Makes me wonder why."

"And you seem to care so little for your own," Draco said, his smirk widening, his gaze flitting from Harry to his friends. "It does the same."

Harry just shook his head before turning back to Ron and Hermione. "Let's go. There's nothing worthwhile down here." And with that he swept out of the dungeon hallway, having struck Draco with the most harmful thing in his possession, disinterest.

~*~

Draco needed to get away, to get some air. He pounded up the stairs towards the top of the Astronomy Tower. He convinced himself that it had nothing to do with the fact that it was exactly a month since he and Potter had nearly...that he wasn't looking for Harry....He just needed some air.

He came to the top, and walked out upon the cold stone, and saw what he had been telling himself he wasn't looking for. i love this line! He hated that his normally cold heart seemingly leaped at seeing the dark haired boy, standing where he had been a month ago. He wouldn't let Harry know what hi did to him. "What are you doing here?" Draco sneered.

Harry turned around, a simple smile on his face. "Same as you. Looking for what I want," Harry said confidently.

Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't want you," he snapped, much too quickly for his comfort. It was so obviously a lie.

"Then why are you here?" Harry asked, seeing through Draco.

Draco turned, scowling darkly. "Leave it alone, Potter," was all he managed to get out.

Harry studied Draco for one minute longer, heading towards him. This time he was in charge, and he loved it. "No," he said, his denial was thick and strong. "I've tried, and I can't seem to. You're messing me up Malfoy, and I can't have it," he said firmly, his voice rising along with the frustration that had been building. He hated wanting Draco, it was too much, too much to win, too much to lose.

"And you think this is easier for me do you?" Draco asked, that voice of cold silk rapping around Harry and make him shiver in a good way. "A walk in the park?"

"I need to get you out of my system, and for that, once a month isn't going to cut it," Harry said, knowing that if he talked like this, Draco would understand and might actually accept. If he'd said 'I want you always. Day and night, forever,' Draco would have run. That wasn't what Harry was after. Why would Draco run if he said this? What is the difference that you are trying to make between the two statements?

Draco stood at full height, and while that didn't make him as tall as Harry, but it made him look much more impressive. "Not by your rules, Potter, by mine."

That was a bit too much for Harry to accept. As much as he wanted to be with Draco, he wasn't going to be made that vulnerable. "I'm not playing by the rules of a Death Eater," he snapped.

It was that one comment that took his steady cold face, and caused the anger with in him to bubble up as fury and let loose. "I am not a Death Eater!" Draco roared, turning on Harry.

Harry merely looked at Draco completely unconvinced. "Could have fooled me," he said simply, knowing that the ability to be calm right now would only egg Draco on.

"Death Eaters are weak and foolish; they pledge their lives to that of another, putting someone else before themselves, and glorifying him," he spat, thinking of his father's pathetic devotion to Voldemort. "There is no room for them to be the best, because they believe that someone is better than them, and that they do not deserve the title."

"Are you about to tell me that your father's approval means nothing to you?" Harry asked skeptically.

That hit another nerve. No matter how pathetic he'd come to see his father's devotion to the Dark Lord, he was still desperate for the conformation that his father saw something worthwhile in him. That he was deserving of the family name. Before he saw his father as pathetic, he had worshiped him. "My father has never truly approved," he said coldly.

"But that doesn't mean you haven't tried to find it," Harry countered, knowing that he was right, that something had to have started Draco on his dark path. Children weren't born nasty; they were taught.

"Are we here to discuss my feelings for my father, or to fuck until we get the other out of our systems?" Draco asked nearly violently, before rapping his arm around to fist his hand in Harry's dark hair in his and pull the boy's mouth down to his.

Harry gave as he got, which he knew confused Draco, which he knew confused the boy before him, who always took what he could. When he needed to get some air, he broke away. "I'm assuming you like your shags, fast, hot and hard," he said breathily to the boy before him.

"Always," Draco's mouth curved into a smirk. "And this doesn't change anything between us Harry," he said before laying his lips over Harry's neck and delighting at feeling the rapid pulse.

"Of course it doesn't," Harry said in agreement, knowing better. Draco had used is first name, something he had never done before, which proved to Harry that more had changed than maybe either of them had ever wanted.

"I won't treat you differently," Draco continued, making it painfully clear that he didn't believe himself either. "I'm just going to spend my time fucking you until I'm done." His voice was husky and breathy as well as he continued to lay kisses over Harry's revealed skin.

"I know that, now come on," Harry said, pulling Draco closer and forcing his lips upon the other boy's. He didn't know how badly he wanted Draco until this moment.

Draco pulled back and smirked a bit. "As long as you're sure," he managed to drawl out before returning to his assault on Harry's mouth.

<~*~>

They had changed the rules and the limits, and in doing so had changed everything. They began to stop being enemies from that moment on. There was a certain level of intimacy in their trysts that didn't allow them to be.

Yes they had kept up the pretence. A lot depended on them being enemies, but it was toned down a bit, they were more likely to ignore each other in the hallways then deliberately start fighting. Harry remembered he had begun to think about Draco more than he had ever wanted to then. And Draco had spent his time watching Harry.

And where the rest of the world saw hate, they saw a strange bond. A connection that they could not explain, a trust that they hadn't ever expected to find in one another, but Harry supposed, could only be found in one another.

And then their enemy had been the world