No Longer Enemies

Harry was sitting in his small room absentmindedly stroking Hedwig when a large Falcon flew in through his window. Harry was utterly puzzled as he untied the letter, which was simply addressed to Harry from the giant bird's leg. He didn't recognize the neat scrawl when he began to read:

Harry,

I am sick of being your enemy. Please understand that I never have and never wanted to be. It was all part of my father's plan. I want to know if you will give me a second chance so we can start over.

-Draco

P.S. I want to be more than just friends...

Harry reread the letter 4 or 5 times trying to figure out if Malfoy had been sincere or if he was just trying to be a jerk like always and that this was all just a prank. He sat there and wondered even longer about what that last line meant, "I want to be more than just friends..."

The Falcon was perched on the bedpost waiting as if he wanted a reply, so Harry got out a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a quill and began to write a response. When Harry was done he attached it to the Falcon's leg and it took off into the night.

He then got out another piece and wrote a letter to Sirius to explain what had just happened and when he was done with that he sent it off with Hedwig. After he could no longer see Hedwig's shadow in the distance, he headed downstairs for dinner.

Dinner turned out to be uneventful as always since his relatives ignored him. This summer was not the worse that he had ever had but it was pretty close since Voldemort had come back before school had let out for the summer.

When the silent dinner was over he headed back upstairs to pack his trunk for the next day's journey to King's Cross.

~*~*~*~

Draco paced around his room and wanted more than anything to be able to get the letter back from Horace, his Falcon. He figured what was done was done and he couldn't change what happened or what he had written. He also knew that he shouldn't have expressed his feelings so quickly. He just prayed that Harry felt the same way.

As Draco was getting ready to go to bed, Horace came in with a letter tied to his leg. At first Draco was excited because he thought it was the same letter he had sent but then he saw that it was addressed to him and it had Harry's sloppy handwriting on the inside. He read:

Draco,

I don't know what game you are trying to play but I don't want any part of it! And if this isn't a game, which I am sure that it is, please explain what you meant when you said that you wanted to be more than just friends. I await your response.

-Harry

Draco sat stunned as he read the letter. He couldn't believe Harry had once again turned down his friendship like he had done in their first year. But this time it didn't hurt just his pride. It also broke his heart because he wanted to be more than friends with The-Boy-Who-Lived he wanted to be his lover, his boyfriend, anything except his enemy.

Draco knew his thoughts were odd, but there was just no way for him to hide his feelings any longer. He was sick of this mask he always had to wear. Now it was time for him to release everything. Even though he had been turned down, Draco knew that he had at least tried.

Draco lay down on his bed and thought about Harry. That seemed to be all he thought about lately.

"Who am I kidding," he said to himself. "I can't believe I ever even thought Harry would forget all those horrible things I did to him and his friends. Like he would really just jump in my arms and we would live happily ever after. But then again I can wish, right?"

He wasn't going to get any sleep anyways. So he thought he might as well write back as Harry had asked. Draco got up from his bed and went over to his desk to find another piece of parchment. He picked up a quill and started to write Harry another letter.

~*~*~*~

The trip for Harry to King's Cross was horrible since he had to sit next to Dudley who took up more than half the seat. It seemed the longer Dudley was away from home the bigger he became.

When the Dursley's dropped Harry off, he quickly caught up with Ron and Hermione who were so absorbed in their own conversation that they didn't bother to notice Harry until he came up behind them and scared the both of them. Ron was so surprised that he had his wand out in half a second would have hexed him, if he hadn't of realized who it was. The three friends went through the barrier at a dead run and were out of breath when they heaved their trunks on board the Hogwarts Express.

"Are you two muggles or what? Have you forgotten that we are allowed to use magic now that we are on our way back to school?"

Hermione stood back and watched the tired boys as they tried to lift the overfilled trunks.

"Are you two muggles or what? Have you forgotten that we are allowed to use magic now that we are on our way back to school?"

She laughed out loud and told them, "You know you can always use the trusted levitation spell." The boys dropped the trunks and took her advice. Both of them muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa," and the three trunks were loaded in only a matter of seconds.

After they boarded they found an empty compartment and started talking about their summer.

"I had to stay at home with Fred and George who kept testing their new jokes and tricks on me. The worst part about it is that I still have the marks from where some of their experiments went wrong," Ron said glumly pulling up his sleeve to reveal the scars.

"I think that I had the worst summer ever since I have lived with the Dursley's, well maybe not the worst but it was close enough. It seemed to last forever and I thought it was never going to end."

"I am sorry to hear that Harry, but you know Dumbledore said that your aunt and uncle's was the one place where you were safe and Voldemort couldn't hurt you as long as you remain there. But I think that I had the best summer out of the three of us. I went to France again this summer," Hermione told them excitedly; and she was off telling them all about the wizard's in France and everywhere that she visited while on vacation.

When she was done rattling on, the two boys who had almost dozed off, had to agree that she won the best summer contest hands down. They were still talking about the summer when none other than Draco Malfoy came into the compartment alone and asked if he could sit with them since there weren't anymore seats left anywhere else.

"Why didn't you sit with your Slytherin buddies, Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

He looked around nervously, realizing that he was in a small area with three Gryfindors who could easily kick his arse. "I don't see why that is any of your business," he replied calmly. After all, a Malfoy would never be anything but calm.

Ron looked like he was about to kill Malfoy for what he just asked, but Harry quickly answered before Ron could open his mouth and say anything else.

"Sure, but just sit there and ignore us."

"Fair enough," Draco said sitting down as far away from them as possible, but still close enough to hear their conversation and steal glances at Harry whenever he thought he wasn't looking. Truth be told though, Harry knew Draco was staring at him the entire time and for some reason he often found himself staring back. Draco sat there and wondered how he was going to be able to slip Harry the note without the other two noticing.

The rest of the train ride went smoothly and Harry and Draco kept stealing glances at each other. It was during one of those stolen glances that Harry started to regret turning down the blonde's friendship once again.

'What made me make up my mind so fast?' he thought to himself. Then he knew. It was the way the Slytherin had acted since their first meeting.

As Harry was waiting behind Ron and Hermione, to get off the train, he felt something being slipped into his pocket from behind. When he turned to see who it was that had been so close to him, there was nobody there. The only other person left in the compartment was Malfoy and he was still sitting on the other side gazing out the window. Puzzled, Harry reached into his pocket and felt what must have been a note.