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: Oh dear, I am so dreadfully sorry for the lateness. First of all, thank you for the favourites, comments and the subscriptions! It is only when I saw the message from ffn in my mail that I remembered my pending story. I will finish this story (actually it is finished, on paper. I am abysmal at typing), come what may. It might take me some time, but I will. There are three or four more chapters left for me to type. So be patient and continue to cheer me on with your favourites and comments!

Chapter Six: Attack

Harry was getting impatient. Draco had gone for nearly eight hours and all Harry could do was not take his wand and set out to find him.

That's it, he thought angrily, if he does not come by half an hour, I am getting out of here.

But, he did not have to do that, because Draco arrived ten minutes later.

"Where were you? " Harry barked.

Draco merely quirked an eyebrow and said sardonically, "Missed me, Potter? "

Harry gritted his teeth, "So, what happened? "

Draco sighed and slumped down on the bed, "A lot, actually. Grimmauld place is still guarded. I do not know how the order members are going in and out. But Shacklebolt told me- . "

"You met him? Where?" Harry interrupted.

"I went to the ministry."

"What?" Harry yelled, "I thought you said you were not that stupid! "

"Of course, I'm not," Draco snapped, "I am, as you can see, a handsome and charming brunet. I am actually noted for my hair," he smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes and ruffled Draco's hair. It was just as soft as it had been when it was silvery blond.

"Hey! "

"I know. It is getting a habit of mine." Harry smiled sheepishly.

"A very bad habit," Draco retorted, arranging his hair, "So, will you listen on not? "

Harry immediately sobered, "Go on."

"So, I went to the ministry and met Shacklebolt. But could not find Mr. Weasley though. Shacklebolt said that everything was fine, but Dumbledore is quite sick at the moment. Severus had said to him that he has only about a year or so – you know, because of his cursed hand. The curse is slowly spreading."

"Dumbledore," Harry whispered, "If he dies, then it is over."

"No," Draco said, shaking his head, "If you die, then everything truly ends. We have only one hope, and that is you."

Harry was taken aback by the compliment, "When did you start trusting me so much?"

Draco blushed slightly, "You are mistaken," he said, "I happen to trust Dumbledore . If he trusts you, then so do I."

Harry smiled, "What else did Kingsley say?"

"He asked us to be careful, not to be reckless. And also, not to take chances. He specifically said to stay away from Grimmauld place. He reckons we should be escorted by the Order members there. I gave him this hotel's address. He will bring others to pick us up tonight."

Harry sighed and lay on the bed. Draco took a cold piece of bacon and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hungry?" Harry smirked.

"Starving."

"Figured that much. You did not eat anything from last night, did you?"

"Make it last morning. Skipped lunch."

"Why?"

"I had a big responsibility, didn't I? To escort the great Harry Potter," Draco smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes at the title but grinned, "How many Death Eaters were there in front of Grimmauld place?"

"Two. At least two were visible," he said, "Aunt Bella is an Animagus – unregistered, of course. She is a raven. I saw one sitting on a tree. I think she's waiting out for us," he smeared jam on the toast and bit into it. Then continued, "I nearly ran into Rookwood in the ministry. But I don't think he recognized me," he said, somewhat nonchalantly, "So, how was your day?"

"Brilliant!" Harry said cheerfully. He had never been a good actor, but he could try, "I watched a really good movie. Sound of Music."

Draco's face fell. He had fallen in love with the black box. And he wanted to watch everything on it. He thought it was really rude of Harry to tell him that he had enjoyed watching the film without him .

Harry chuckled and got up. He ruffled Draco's hair and he fetched the remote to switch on the TV.

"You know, just because you are jealous of my oh-so-perfect hair, unlike the cow-licked mess you have, does not mean you can mess it up to get even," Draco glowered.

"Come on, you whining baby! The movie will start soon," Harry tugged Draco by his sleeve and signaled the blond to sit beside him.

"You mean that you did not watch it alone?" Draco asked, eagerly.

Harry grinned and shook his head, "I was too busy worrying."

Draco's cheeks colored. He quietly crawled beside Harry and settled down comfortably. He placed a pillow on his lap and rested his hands on it.

"Thanks," he whispered as the credits of the movie rolled.

Harry smiled at him. Their gazes met and were held, both trying to figure out what was on the other's mind. When they realized that they were staring at the each other, they looked away and blushed. They turned their attention to the movie and enjoyed it avidly.

"That was amazing," Draco said when the movie had ended.

"It was," Harry agreed.

Draco yawned, "We should take some rest. The Order will be here by midnight."

The blond lay down and he pulled the covers over his head. Harry, too, lay down beside him but for some reason he clutched his wand to his chest.

"Little traitor!" someone whispered in Draco's ear, "It is time to wake up. I want to hear you scream in pain while I torture you."

Draco's eyes flew open. He found himself staring at Bellatrix Lestrange. Draco's heart thudded against his chest as he felt himself go numb with fear.

"Ah, Bella, give the boy a chance to get up first," Rookwood said, from somewhere behind .

Bellatrix frowned and got up, freeing Draco. Draco's hand immediately shot out to the table where his wand was kept. But it was not there anymore.

"Looking for this?" Bellatrix said. She twirled Draco's wand in her hand, "I am afraid I cannot give it back."

Harry was sleeping beside him, unaware of the danger.

"I wanted to wake him up," Bellatrix pouted, "Mc Nair suggests we should take one at a time,'' she giggled as she pointed her wand at Draco.

"Stupefy!"

Draco was startled when he heard the sudden cry. Harry had been awake all this time, waiting for an opportunity.

Bellatrix fell on the floor with a thud. Rookwood took out his wand but Harry was too quick for him.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Draco seized the opportunity and snatched his wand away from Bellatrix. But just then, Mc Nair came rushing through the door and saw his two comrades lying unconscious on the floor.

"Sectumsempra!" he shouted, pointing his wand at Harry. Harry, who was too startled by the sudden sound, could not act fast enough to defend himself. It all happened in slow motion. One moment the spell was coming straight at him, and the next, suddenly, he felt himself being pulled backwards as Draco put himself in between the curse and Harry. Harry wanted to scream as the spell hit Draco, but he was unable to.

Harry watched as Draco fell on the ground, his shirt soaking in blood. He had seen this sight before. And he never wanted to see it again.

"No, No, No…" Harry chanted.

"Avada-"

"Stupefy!" Harry shouted, before McNair could finish the incantation. The man dropped on the ground.

Wasting no time, Harry kneeled beside Draco. He tore at Draco's shirt to check the wounds. They were bad. Very, very bad. The blond lay on the ground, was shuddering in pain. His eyes had turned glassy, and his screams resounding in the room.

Harry did not think twice. He clutched Draco tightly against his chest and Disapparated.