(A/N) Hello! I just want to say Hi and to warn you! THIS IS SLASH! You know what that means… if you don't maybe you can figure it out before you are traumatized...If you don't like it, I really don't know why you bothered to look up Harry/Draco fics in the first place, but if you have stumbled upon this by accident, and do not like this sort of thing, please do not read, and definitely do not flame, because they will be used to burn my trash; I don't want to waste my precious matches :D NO LIKEY NO READY... All the Characters belong to J.K. Rowling, I just use them to amuse me... I don't get any money from this... Honestly, it's a labor of love! ... So with out further ado, I humbly present to you...

To Love an Enemy

Draco was eating breakfast as the morning owls arrived, when his weekly letter from his father arrived. He untied the letter from the owl, and read, and then had to reread the letter. Draco stared at the parchment in his hands, unbelieving.

Draco,

When you return home at the end of this year, be prepared to accept the Dark Mark and Voldemort as your Master… or be prepared to find somewhere else to go.

As Always, your Father,

Lucius

Draco let the parchment flutter to the table, disbelief written all over his handsome face. His father wouldn't do this. No, Draco corrected himself, he could and he did. It was only a matter of time before he forced you into Voldemort's service. He was only waiting for you to come of age before you took over his place in the inner circle.

Draco left the Great Hall for the dungeons. He needed to be alone. He needed to talk to his godfather. He needed to go to class. He passed Harry on the way to Double Potions, not realizing that he was nice to Potter on the way. It was a testament to his state of mind, that he unconsciously was nice to the person that meant most to him. Draco knew in first year, when he offered his friendship, and when Harry turned him down that Harry condemned him to a life of loneliness. Draco knew on sight that Harry was his soulmate, but since Potter had taken his animosity toward Weasley as animosity toward himself, Draco was forced to hide his love and insult the Golden Trio at every turn. Insulting Weasley had been no problem, but every time he insulted Harry, he had to make sure the Malfoy mask was firmly in place. He did not want anyone to know that he did not like to insult Potter, and not only that, but he was in love with his "enemy." It was a very awkward position, being in love with someone everyone else in the world, even your best friends thought that you hated. Draco dealt with it. Every insult, every taunt, was just Draco's way of saying "I love you" to Potter.

When Draco reached the dungeons, he went to talk to Professor Snape. He knew that even though his godfather was a Death Eater, he would do all in his power to help him. Unfortunately, Severus also knew of his love for Potter. "Tell him," Snape said, "If you explain the situation in full, I'm sure Potter will understand. And despite the fact that he has to return to the Dursley's until his birthday, he can put you up in one of the Black mansions he inherited upon Sirius's fall through the Veil. I'm sure you can make yourself understood that you don't want to impose, but that you really want to evade the Dark Lord, even if you do not wish to fight against him. I believe that the most opportune time would be rather soon, after Potions, perhaps? "

Draco nodded. It was what he needed "Thank you, Severus." Draco nodded and made his exit from the surprisingly warm décor of Severus Snape and went to wait for class to begin. Snape followed soon after, and they sat in the Potions classroom while the other students arrived. As always, Slytherins and Gryffindors had Potions together.

It was a cruel twist of fate (and of Snape's devious mind) that today, the Slytherins and Gryffindors would be paired up to prepare today's potion. Snape had already chosen the partners. Draco could already guess who his Gryffindor partner would be. "Zabini, Weasley; Bullstrode, Granger; Thomas, Goyle; Finnegan, Crabbe; Malfoy, Potter … " Snape continued with his partners, but Draco stopped listening after his name. It was just like his godfather to force Draco to do what he had to and to save him from what he did not. "You'll find that the instructions are on the board. I will want a full flask of the potion by the end of class. If you fail to produce one, you will serve a detention making me another, alone. This is not to encourage your dissent. If you fail to produce one in class, and turn the subsequent potion in after detention, you will at most receive half marks. Copy the instructions on the board, and begin." Draco noticed that Harry had moved into the seat that Pansy had vacated. Well, that saves me from trying to find him… somehow; I don't see him as wanting to sit beside me… Draco sighed. Oh well. Draco began copying the instructions for the potion. Polyjuice potion was a strange choice for Severus.

He was distracted by Harry's note taking. It seemed as if he were only half writing things down. "Potter, I expect to get a good grade, so stop your half-assed note taking and Copy. The. Instructions." Draco hated the snarky tone of his voice, but he knew that nothing would spur Harry into action like an insult from Malfoy.

"I'm sorry, Malfoy. I guess you're lucky that I bothered to take notes at all, as I already know the instructions to make this potion by heart." Harry's beloved voice replied. Draco took no notice of the acidity of his tone, only reveled in the joy of having Harry talk to him.

"All right, Harry." Draco said in a dreamy tone, forgetting that he didn't call him that anywhere but inside his head. Nor did he realise that he was sighing like a girl. He was snapped out of his unknown reverie by a sharp laugh from Harry.

"What's wrong, Malfoy? Thinking of me?" At his words, Draco blushed, knowing Harry was right, but refusing to admit it to anyone. Draco absently shook his head, still copying instructions.

Later, Draco would wonder when Harry had made the Polyjuice potion. It was complex, and they just now learning about it in potions. Most of all, why had Harry needed it, because he certainly wouldn't have made it for fun, Draco thought. Thanks to Harry, they received high marks. Damn near perfect thought Draco bitterly.

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