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The Rivalry	By : Pseudonymous_Entity Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4959 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rene was aware he'd lived a somewhat sheltered life courtesy of his over protective sire that had until this point kept a blanket covering his eyes in regards to certain hard facts about the world. He had also known perhaps on a secondary level that there were prejudices against magical creatures but having never come across it directly he'd assumed it wasn't as prevalent as perhaps it might have been. That it was this...horrible...ignorant ideal long-since passed its glory days, a mistake in history to reflect on and take pains not to repeat. Rene wasn't particularly stupid and he had known even then that there were present day occurrences of prejudices but the ones that came to mind were always the magical versus non-magical wars or the affiliations or the werewolves. They were the sort who had to deal with it as a daily reality. It was this rose hazed belief that made him, he knew, such a target now. Perhaps if he had paid more attention when he read history books or visited war memorials with his father or even to other people in the world outside the bubble of himself and his sire. He had not done those things, selfishly and childishly focused on his own immediate desires and concerns. As a result he was forced to look over everyone he'd ever met in his life and wonder if they were living the life he lived now. If they had never known anything else.
The sudden shift in life experience was jarring to say the least. His father taught him from birth to control himself, his urges, his abilities. The mark of a noble vampire, beyond their larger amount of power to mundane vampires, was their self control. That was how they still survived into the present era while their weaker, wilder cousins barely counted centuries. In a large part of the world Noble vampire were welcome among the community and in the clan he was of course treated well. It had missed him somehow that the wizard half of his existence might not agree with the vampiric half. Now he lived in a limbo-like states, neither vampire nor human and both sides hating him for the fact. He couldn't help being half vampire. That didn't seem to matter.
Rene lost control only once in his life. Never since. Though the getting hit in the face thing was starting to get old...
He learned quickly that while there were many unwritten rules to surviving at Hogwarts and in Slytherin. He also learned that for the most part only four of them mattered. Keep in house fighting out of the public eye. Avoid out-of-year power plays until third year. Don't get caught breaking the school rules. And challenge the Slytherin Prince or King at your own risk. The Prince; Draco Malfoy, fourth year. Titled earned first year. The King; Nicolae Rosier, sixth year. Title earned the first day of this school year, inheriting the title from his elder brother. More of a formality as no one was prepared to challenge him at this point.
The vampire's first view of the Slytherin Prince was in the common room the first night of the school year. Two prefects gave them a long, daunting list of rules to follow and simple directions to frequently used areas about the castle. Then it quieted, not a blunt immediate quite but the sort that creeps up on you. From the hall leading to the dorms a tall boy with pale blonde hair and equally pale skin came toward them. Rene just managed to keep his face blank. He knew who it was of course. Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin. First in over a decade to attain and maintain the title by their third year and the second in the house's history to gain the title during their first year. Everyone knew who was the first. Silver eyes surveyed them with detached interest, each first year in turn straightening their posture when those orbs paused on them. Hoping he might see something worth while and praying he wouldn't find them wanting. None of them daring to breathe too loudly. Rene remembered the involuntary shudder that crept up his spine. He was a half vampire, his sire a noble vampire in high standing, he was no stranger to dangerous people. But this was all together a different sort of dangerous. The boy wasn't heavily muscled, though he had to have some being a quidditch player, his manner wasn't harsh, his voice was soft. Still.
The warning from his father rang in his ears with such a force the boy was surprised no one else could hear it.
Stay away from the Malfoy boy.
Rene did his best to follow those orders. Fate had other ideas. His third night here Rene found himself face to face with the Slytherin Prince, while wounded, in the corridor just outside of the Slytherin common room. Their fifth year prefect had been the one to find him. It was humiliating actually. She dragged him, not unkindly but not altogether patiently either, and stopped before the bare wall. Rene sat on the floor and waited. When he heard the wall slide again he looked up to ask her what would happened and next and froze. Malfoy. The older boy was entirely oblivious to the pounding of his too-fast heart. He stepped closer to him and Rene found himself shrinking away against his wishes. Showing weakness was stupid and fear was certainly a weakness. Not even a week after his father told him to stay away from the boy he found himself along in a corridor, wounded, with him. Rene was aware, as were all of the Slytherins, that the Malfoys were something not quite human. What it was and what their gifts were went largely undiscussed. Mostly because no one wanted to be caught talking about such things behind the family's back. Whatever these gifts were, they were the reason his sire did not want him to be around the other boy. It was the reason you shivered when his eyes focused on you. The reason you sigh with a mixture of relief and disappointment when his gaze moved on.
Malfoy helped him to his feet without a word and lead him to a room two hallways away from the common room. It was well used by the look of it, with couches and chairs for sitting and a fireplace. Along the side was a small cabinet from which the older boy retrieved a healing potion. Pale hands, nearly as pale as his own, offered the vial to him wordlessly, silver eyes watched him drink it, pale lips frowned. It was at the end of a very long conversation where Rene sat there for most of it listening to the Slytherin Prince give him a general dressing down. It was shocking. He felt very confused, somewhat ashamed and altogether fond of the other boy by the end of the night, at which point his savior floo called his sire who in turn gave him another dressing down. This one including a semi-private moment of fury in another language as his sire did not wish to offend the potentially dangerous boy in the room with his child. Afterwards Malfoy lead him back to the common room, offering a bow and instructing the little vampire to call him Draco if he liked. Not at all as he imagined him being.
Rene took to watching him after that.
Within the common room Draco sat in a chair to the right of the dorms, on the opposite side of the fire. A perhaps two foot radius of empty space kept between him and everyone else, even when he stood and crossed the room the other students stayed away from him, going to great pains not to accidentally brush him. No one touched him. Sliding out of the way as he walked through the halls, stopping their conversations when he arrived, pausing in their games to see if he wanted them to leave. The Slytherin's world revolved around him. Rene noticed other things too. Draco hardly spoke. It seemed odd. You would think he would talk more, with the word tirade the blonde boy had given him, but no he wasn't one for speaking. The boy preferred to observe, finding normal conversation tedious. Nothing much held his attention for long unless it came in a book. Blank and cold. Rene decided he liked him anyway and made an effort to greet the boy warmly every time he saw him from then on. The first time he called out to Draco, using his given name as he was allowed, the boy was genuinely surprised. Surprised but pleased.
The lovely smile it sometimes earned him to did nothing to make him less afraid of the other boy. He was still dangerous.
It wasn't until he saw him with Harry Potter that Rene realized the ice was just a mask. All Slytherins wore masks of course, it was their suit of armor against the world. But he had just, for whatever reason, assumed the boy really was cold most of the time. He was, just not with Harry. Everyone knew of their rivalry and their supposed hatred for the other. After seeing the smaller boy dragged a willing Draco by the hand, seeing the Slytherin Prince's lips twist up in amusement, he knew this wasn't the legendary schoolboy rivalry made it out to be. Rene couldn't explain it if anyone asked him. No one would, he was a vampire and his opinion mattered little to wizards. He just knew he was witnessing the beginning of something more than anticipated. Harry was also nothing like what he expected. He wasn't stuck up, he didn't insult his heritage or demand to see his night pass to verify he was allowed about at night. The slender boy bowed and gave a brilliant smile. Rene's cheeks flushed. The smaller of the two was incredibly charming. And if the red glint in his eyes when he looked at Draco was anything to go by, also dangerous. His slight, very slight, hero worship of Potter, Harry, grew exponentially in the confrontation outside of the library.
That was the first moment he realized this prejudice thing wasn't going to go away. He left them alone with the mean looking Gryffindor girl, trusting them to know how to handle upset females better than he would, and waited in the seventh floor corridor as instructed. He wasn't usually one for following other people's orders, but one must adapt in new situations. Adapt, Migrate or Die, right?
Rene settled against the wall and nearly jumped out of his skin when Draco ran, literally ran, past him and turned into a door on the other wall Rene swore had not been there a few minutes before. He didn't have time to wonder why the Slytherin Prince was forgetting all sense of decorum, because the reason was sprinting alarmingly fast down the hall after him, turning into the door as well. Rene blinked at the sound of crashes within the room. A pair of identical red heads wandered along after that looking rather smug. They spied him and motioned for him to follow along. He hesitated then said to hell with it and followed after them. If Harry really was trying to kill Draco he could always use the two taller boys as shields. Inside the room was far larger than the length of the hall, someone must have expanded it, and it was filled with work stations for brewing, potions ingredients, supplies and even base elements for alchemy. All of this would have been amazing to see on its own, a private collection this large was pretty much unheard of. It all faded to background noise in light of the far more interesting source of entertainment before him.
The Slytherin and Gryffindor princes were dueling. Along the far right of the room Percy Weasley worked at a desk, picking up and removing a stack of paperwork from harm's way when Draco ducked out from under an adjacent work station and jumped atop his desk, leaping from it to the next. Potter followed after. Percy replaced the parchment, never looking up. Harry tackled Draco to the floor, rolling and punching and somehow still managing to send out spells. There was blood on the floor and splattered on the both of them. Rene wasn't sure who the blood came from. He winced when Draco punched the smaller boy. Probably from both of them, he thought. Rene and his fellow intruders looked at one another and then began back away from the middle of the room in silent agreement, their movements cautious. Glass vials on a shelf not three feet from Rene shattered into thousands of pieces. The shelf its self was a on fire.
Magic rang out in the air, sparks glittering here and there sizzling and hissing like electric snakes. Rene swallowed. He had never seen...anything like this. A flash of red shot toward him, he rolled instinctively and used his speed to get him out of harm's way. Crouching under a table to escape other stray hexes Rene eyed the two Gryffindors taking refuge behind a small bookcase and a shielding charm. "Excuse me, what on earth did did Draco do?" The vampire called, eyes wide.
Twin expressions of dark amusement locked on him. "He called Harry a girl."
Rene blinked.
"It's your fault you know," Rene spun around as best he could without smacking into the legs of the table. Draco had Harry pinned beneath him, legs tangled together, long fingers wrapped around a tan throat. His other hand gripped Harry's dark locks forcing his head back. Rene wondered if Draco did that so he could watch the life leave Harry's eyes if he held him there too long. "You shouldn't have dragged me to your room with your entire house as an audience."
Harry, a bit blue, smiled up at the blonde. As if he wasn't suffocating. "Probably." Came a raspy, snarky reply.
Draco's fingers flexed on Harry's neck. Rene brought a hand to his own neck in sympathy. He didn't imagine that felt good. The two seemed utter unaware the rest of the world existed and indeed seemed surprised when Percy spoke to them. They didn't move from their positions, rather Draco calmly continued choking Harry while looking up at the ex-Gryffindor. It really would have been rude not to look him int he eye while he was talking to Draco. Rene almost let out a half hysterical laugh at that. It was sort of morbid.
"I don't understand." Said Percy, standing there with a stack of parchment held to his chest. He stared down at them entirely unperturbed by their assassination attempts. "Why do you suddenly care if people think you guys-"
"That's not it." Interrupted Draco. "I don't care about that. Him dragging me to his room makes it look like either I'm a prude, which I most certainly am not, or that I'm the receiver. That's just ridiculous."
Harry hissed something at the Slytherin Rene was pretty sure wasn't a compliment.
The twins appeared on either side of him, pushing into him slightly to get a better look. Honestly they should have though of that before they chose to hide back there, there wasn't enough room for all three of them. He glared at his twin companions who only smiled in response. Rene gave a smile of his own baring his fangs. They paled. One twin lost his balance and fell back into the desk behind them knocking a silver dish and an ink pot to the floor with an alarmingly loud crash.
The three of them froze.
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