Love thy Enemy

Rawr. I'll be posting some one-shots and sfuff from my FanFic .net in the meanwhile of writing new content that I can post. ^-^

Harry watched as his two kids rushed to board the Hogwarts train, with little Lily clinging onto his arm as she watched them go with him. A sad but fond smile quirked his mouth as he watched the scarlet engine speed away. Ginny had met an untimely death giving birth to Lily, and he was left to raise his kids on his own. Looking around after the train had left, he nodded quietly to Ron and Hermione just before they left the platform. He now stood with Lily in a slowly emptying area, parents and children too young to go to Hogwarts milling about. He stopped when two heads of white blonde caught his attention. Between glimpses of passing parents, he confirmed that it was indeed Draco Malfoy, with his wife. No doubt they had dropped off their child, and were preparing to leave.

Soon the platform was nearly empty, a few crowds of families here and there. Harry stood with Lily, staring at Malfoy and his wife. His breath caught when Malfoy turned around and locked eyes with him. Even from a distance, Harry could see that the glittering silver of his eyes remained the same. Malfoy's eyes widened in slight recognition, but otherwise showed no indication of shock. He fumbled for something in his pocket, and pulled out a slip of paper. Quickly he folded it into a small airplane, and pulled oit his wand. Malfoy's wife asked him a question, but Malfoy didn't answer, tapping his wand against the plane and muttering something. He held out the plane with his palm perfectly flat, and watched nervously as the plane soared towards Harry.

As he caught the gently landing plane, Harry noticed that it had writing on the side. It had "Harry" written in Malfoy's elegant hand, and a simple underlining design. Curious now, Harry opened the plane. He did not notice Malfoy watching with baited breath. Inside was a sketch, and beneath it a simple note. He watched the sketch move with numb shock.

The sketch depicted Harry and Malfoy standing with hands clasped, staring into each other's eyes. Slowly, Malfoy's hand cupped Harry's cheek, and began to lean forward. Harry's eyes widened as the two sketches of him and Malfoy met halfway, their lips touching. It was a slow, sweet kiss that seemed to last for eternity. When they finally pulled away, Malfoy wrapped his arm around the sketch Harry's waist. Malfoy then turned to look straight at the real Harry with sad eyes, the smallest of smiles quirking at the corners of his mouth. Harry looked down to read the note beneath it, almost forgotten in the shock Harry was feeling.

Harry looked up to seek out Malfoy. He found him quickly, but as soon as their eyes met yet again, Malfoy nodded. His eyes were sad, like the sketch, and he donned the same, small smile. He waved once, and turned to leave the platform with his wife. Harry watched them leave with an ache in his chest, not noticing Lily tugging at his sleeve. He looked down and smiled absently at his daughter, leading her towards the barrier back to Muggle London. A melancholy sort of feeling had settled in his chest as he carefully put Malfoy's-or rather, Draco's note into his coat pocket. He caught one last glimpse at Draco and his wife before they Apparated, leaving Harry the only parent at the barrier to platform 9 and 3/4. Lily tugged at his sleeve again.

"Daddy! Let's go home!" She whined. Harry smiled sadly down at her, ruffling the small mop of red hair she had. Just like her grandmother's.

"Alright, Lily. Let's go home."

Dear Harry,

They say love your enemy. I always did. Always have. Always will.

Love,

Draco.