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Love me, love me not	By : blanchemalfoy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5357 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chap.
02

Behind Enemy Lines

�So this is it,� Fred said sternly. He
landed his red flying Ferrari on Harry�s front yard, watching for Muggles. The
red-haired man looked around and disabled the invisibility button. Then he
looked at Draco with a mischievous grin. �Oh, come on, blond princess! Don�t
tell me you�re still sulking about this!� Fred teased. �You know you�ll fucking
love spending time with Harry.�

Draco scowled and showed Fred his middle
finger. �You think it�s so amusing, but it�s the tragedy of my short life.�

�It isn�t amusing. It�s fucking brilliant!�
Fred exclaimed, clasping Draco�s shoulder and bringing the blond closer until
their lips were only inches away. �You need this. Harry needs this. Hell, Bill
deserves this.�

Draco raised an eyebrow. �Bill?�

Fred looked deeply into Draco�s eyes. �Yes, my
dear brother Bill. He loves you, blondie.� Draco felt his heart pounding
hard against his chest. �He wants to have you all to himself.�

Draco smirked. Bill had told him that already,
but Draco couldn�t believe him. He didn�t believe in love. Sex and lust were
trustworthy. Love wasn�t.

�So, sending me here is a way to show me all
his love,� Draco sneered.

�Yes, it is. It was very hard on him,� Fred said
seriously. �But he � and I � think that you have to deal with your feelings for
Harry once and for all, Draco.� Draco opened his mouth to violently deny such
things as �feelings for Harry�, but Fred was faster, �You�re in denial, and
it�s cute. But Bill deserves more than that. And so do you. And Harry.� Fred
smiled and said playfully, �Harry won�t know what hit him��

Draco didn�t bother to reply. For all he knew,
Harry Potter was so straight it was boring. But he wouldn�t argue with Fred. It
was useless anyway. He just sneered and got out of the car, slamming the door
with all his strength. Fred let out an �ouch�, but didn�t get angry with him.
Fred never got angry with Draco. Draco�s outbursts were very amusing to the
Weasley twins.

�Good luck, gorgeous!� Fred winked and then
started the car.

Draco felt an urge of panic as he watched the
red Ferrari gaining speed and flying away, but he held himself in check. He
could always Apparate if things got really bad � as he imagined they would. He
took a deep breath and looked at the sinister house Harry Potter lived in.
Number twelve, Grimmauld Place. The Black�s old residence. Draco shivered as he
felt a cold breeze crawling through his clothes.

If Grimmauld Place looked creepy and abandoned
before, it looked even worse now. Draco couldn�t understand why any living
being would choose to live in that house, but he could guess the reason why Harry
had chosen it. For someone angry and depressed with the world, Grimmauld Place
was the perfect place to be.

Draco remembered very well how horrible the mansion was on the inside.
In the old and glorious days of the Blacks it had been beautifully decorated
and richly ornamented. But now it was just an empty shell of what once
represented the Blacks� power. There were portraits that shrieked like
Banshees. It was dark and dirty even though Mrs Weasley had tried to make it
liveable when the place was the Order�s hideout.

Draco could only imagine Harry�s state of mind,
living alone in that big house for so long. Harry was probably going mad just
like Sirius Black. Perhaps that was Harry�s intention all along. Perhaps the
raven-haired man wanted to join his godfather.

And with so many dark thoughts, Draco wondered
once again what he was doing there. He didn�t belong in there. His presence
wouldn�t help Harry. That stupid idea of sending him over was only Hermione
getting desperate.

Draco had a life now, a real life � not a
phoney spoiled-brat life like he had had in the past. This time he was doing
the right thing. He had a good relationship with Bill � or so he had thought.
They weren�t exactly a couple, but they were getting there. Fred had just
reaffirmed him that Bill loved him. Then why was Draco there? His encounter
with Harry Potter could ruin him. It could destroy every little thing he had
worked so hard to build in his life. He had had a crush on the Boy-Who-Lived
while they were fighting side by side for the Order. That didn�t mean anything
anymore. He had passed that stupid phase. He didn�t care if Harry lived or
died.

But he knew he was only lying to himself. He
did care. Bill knew him too well. Draco hated his lover for handing him just
like that to another man, but at the same time, he understood. Bill just wanted
him to make up his mind once and for all. Bill wanted him to figure out his
true feelings before making a commitment to him. Not that Draco wanted a
commitment, but he did like Bill.

He also needed closure. His thing with Harry
had always dragged on. Harry probably didn�t have a clue, but Draco knew
exactly how much it ached to be in love with his enemy.

He clenched his fists to stop his hands from trembling and walked
towards the door. It seemed to take forever to get there.

�So this is it,� he muttered with what he hoped
was a half-hearted smile. He pulled out his wand and tapped on the door.

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Harry
tucked his head under his pillow the moment he heard the portrait of Sirius�
mother screaming downstairs. He should have tried harder to destroy the bloody
life-sized picture of the old hag, or at least tried to move it to another
room.

The old woman had improved her vocabulary of
curse words over the years, and Harry had only himself to blame. He used to pass
by her swearing like a mad man and they had verbal battles all the time. He
found it a disturbing � but funny � way of passing the time. In a way, those
encounters made him feel alive. But today he had a terrible hangover. If she
didn�t stop he would try the killing curse on her.

And who the hell was at the door? He bet it was
Hermione, ready to lecture him once more. It was her favourite hobby. As if she
had nothing better to do as an Auror. She would rather annoy him about his
awful life-style than work properly like she should. But then again, Ron had
told him that her partner was none other than Draco bloody Malfoy, so he felt a
little sympathetic towards her. Who would want to pair up with Malfoy?

The painting on the wall wouldn�t stop screaming
unless he got out of bed to see who was at the door. He carefully stood up, but
it didn�t make the world stop spinning. His head felt heavy and his eyes out of
focus.

The path between his bedroom and the front door
seemed endless. By the time he reached the last step, his shouts and curses
were matching the old hag�s shrieks.

He sent a threatening look at the screaming
portrait and shouted, �SHUT UP, OLD WOMAN! DO YOU WANT ME TO TURN YOU INTO
ASHES? BECAUSE THAT�S WHAT YOU WILL GET IF YOU DON�T SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH!�

She didn�t usually obey him, but today she
curiously did. Harry raised an eyebrow at her and then he looked at himself in
the mirror close to the door. He looked terrible. His eyes were bloodshot and
his face was like the living-dead. His nasty appearance was probably the reason
why the old witch had quieted all of a sudden. He sniggered. If that was enough
to scare the old hag, it should be enough to scare whoever was at the other
side of the door.

He unlocked the door and opened it, and his
words were out before he even made sure of whom it was, �Hermione, I appreciate
your concern, but don�t you have something better to do with your time? I�m
doing fine and��

�You don�t look fine at all, Potter,� a
drawling voice cut across him.

Harry opened his eyes wide as he stared at
Draco Malfoy. The shock of seeing his enemy for the first time after four years
paralysed him. His eyes roamed over every inch of Draco. The blond looked
different, but he couldn�t quite place what was different about him. His eyes
kept scanning Draco�s body. The muggle clothes stunned and confused Harry. He
was wearing tight and discoloured blue jeans, a black T-shirt and a white
jacket. They fit him well. The blonde�s hair was impeccably combed and neat,
and a silver lock was covering one of Draco�s blue eyes. And then he noticed
what was different about Draco. It was his eyes.
They weren�t as cold as Harry remembered. They looked rather intense, fiery
and� human.

Harry was so astonished that he didn�t notice
Draco�s own shock. Draco couldn�t believe that this poor excuse of a human
being was the same Harry Potter he had gone to school with. Harry was even
thinner than he remembered. The raven hair had never looked messier. Harry was
wearing old and loose pyjama pants that looked like they would fall down at any
minute. His chest was bare, but not as attractive as in Draco�s dreams. Harry
was too thin. And it was Harry�s eyes that shocked him the most. The green eyes
that once had been so lively were now empty � as if someone had turned them
off.

�You changed,� they muttered at the same time
and then quieted.

It was an awkward moment. They didn�t know how
to react to each other�s presence. Finally, Harry�s angry voice broke the
silence, �What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?�

Draco�s bright smile almost blinded Harry. �I�m
your guardian angel for the month, Potter.�

TBC�
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