Extended summary:
Draco Malfoy has lived in Winter Estates his entire life. His family is well-respected, rich and influential and he is perfectly happy to be the perfect son. Draco attends the Vernal Academy, the best private school in the area. He has top scores and will, at the age of eleven (two years mind you) be attending the best school in all of Europe: Hogwarts School for Young Lords and Ladies.
The only problem is that he would not be able to observe that strange little boy from down teh hill; Harry Potter.
Harry Potter has lived in WInter Estates for all of three years. He is the reject nephew of a social climber with a long neck, a drunken walrus and the cousin of a small hippo. He attends the same private school as his cousin only through a great tuition and the good will of his relatives. His relatives are speaking of sending he and Dudley off to some boarding school.
The only good thing about that is that, perhaps with luck, he could befriend that strange, elegant ice dragon; Draco Malfoy.
This is a non-magic AU, hope you don't mind TOO much, if you do..uh…you should probably read something else. This is also SLASH (male/male pairings) and there may be FEMSLASH (female/female pairings) involved. Again, if you do not like it, look elsewhere.
I know this has been done before, many times but please, bear with me. I'm taking a stab at it with a butter knife and hoping to chip of a piece of goodness.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or claim to own any characters or places. I am twisting them around to fit my own little imagination. I don't like disclaimers so this is for the entire story. Thank-you.
Lucius swirled his Chianti irritably, he hated PTA meetings. He had only ever attended three in as many years since he and his wife enrolled their son in the small, private school. He especially hated hosting the dragging functions.
These fussing, worrying parents parked in his driveway, drank his liquor and ate his brie. They invaded his home, his domain. To top it all off that giraffe necked, big-toothed woman who called herself the head of the association took over and seemed to think it gave her supreme power. She was the mother of a small elephant or more accurately a particularly ugly whale. She was married to a much larger version of the same beast and Lucius dreaded the very thought of that union. She managed, somehow, to drag her offspring to the function though he sat, uninvolved, on a chair playing with some little electronic toy.
Lucius looked at all the other parents and felt the insistent urge to have them all removed immediately. He held out his glass and a servant immediately refilled it. A parent called for another beer and it was brought.
Narcissa usually attended these things but she was in Avingon and could no be bothered to fly home. Thus he was left to host and attend. The woman, Dursley, clapped her boney hands.
"Calm down everyone," she gave them one of her toothy smiles. This would eventually devolve into squabbling over whose child could finger-paint better. She would insist her whale could do so best. Should anyone argue their invitation to the next meeting would somehow be lost. It was the only redeeming quality to the woman.
They hushed and turned to her.
"Let's get down to business," she glanced down at her notes and another smile crossed her features, "The bake-sale was a success if I do say."
Several mothers smiled and acknowledged her gestures and mentions of tarts or lemon squares.
Nonsense.
Lucius looked away, out the window and over the lawn of his manor home. The sun was low already, a sign of winter sure to come. It made his grass look golden and for a moment he did not mind so much. The chatter ceased and he looked up.
The doorway into the hall was occupied by a small, white figure.
No older than ten the young boy cocked his head to the side and stared at them all. He was a smaller version of his father but with a more elegant, feminine quality that did not detract from his aristocratic appearance.
"Draco," Lucius raised his brows at his son.
"Terribly sorry father," he said.
"Would you like to join us?"
"Oh no sir," he shook his head and long white hair fell before silver eyes, "I was just on my way to the library. I did not intend to interrupt."
"Go on then," Lucius motioned and the boy, with a small bow to the guests, walked off.
Petunia Dursley observed the boy and smiled; he was a year or two younger than her son Dudley but with a father like Lucius he would be a great friend. She would have to mention it to the boy when they arrived home.
Winter Estates was the nicest development in the whole of the South of England. Each house, or manor rather, had a large yard, both front and back, and this house was by far the largest. Petunia and her husband had just purchased their small property just a few years ago, three years that November actually. This family, the Malfoy family, had owned their house since Winter Estates was built in 1903 but the family had been prominent in the area for a century or more prior.
Lucius was still the most revered man in society, on par with the Prime Minister and the Queen herself. He ran with a crowd of very, very important people.
"Was that your son?" someone asked.
"Yes," Lucius resisted the urge to roll his eyes, who else would it be?
"He seems very polite."
"He is," Lucius gave a false smile and turned to Petunia, "Shall we?"
"Oh yes," she nodded.
The front door slammed.
Narcissa was home early.
"Lucius," she entered the parlor and stopped, "Ah, the PTA meeting, I nearly forgot. It is lovely to see you all but, if I may steal my husband for a moment."
Lucius stood and left the room with her. They closed the doors and moved away from them a bit.
"What?"
She just smiled, "Hate them?" She put her hands around his neck, resting them there.
He made a noise in the back of his throat and put his hands on her waist, "As I hate pond scum. Why do we attend these pointless meetings?"
"It is good to be involved with school. It is that or we actually volunteer for something…like after-school care or some such nonsense." She twirled some of his white hair between her fingers.
Lucius nearly cringed, "Fine but I refuse to spend any more time with that rat of a woman."
"Who? Petunia?" Narcissa wrinkled her nose at the name.
"Whatever her name is," he waved her off, "I don't like her in my house."
"I don't like her in her house, much less in our own," she smiled. "I shall see the meeting out."
He nodded, "Oh, how was France?"
"Fine," she smiled, "We'll discuss it later."
"But of course," he nodded. She kissed him and went back in, smiling sweetly.
Lucius left, thankful, and found the library. Upon entering he saw his son, his pride, lying on the floor with three versions of the same text writing notes and chewing on his lower lip as he had a habit of doing.
"Draco?"
"Yes father?" he said without looking up.
"What are you doing?"
"Working on my Latin, as you asked," he smiled, "You see here?"
Lucius went over and sat by his child. One copy was Latin, one was English and the third was French. "What is that passage?"
Draco observed it, "Oh, I just finished that," he looked to his notes, " 'When the moon is in the house of the snake the children of the Pisces will feel a strong draw to the ocean and, when the moon leaves this house, they will be repulsed in the same way.'"
Lucius looked it over and confirmed its truth, "Good work Draco, you'll be translating without help soon enough. I see you are working on French as well."
"Of course, two birds with one stone," he smiled and turned back to the books. "How was the meeting?"
"Your mother has returned and taken over. You know I cannot stand such things."
Draco nodded, "That horrid woman was there, yes?"
"Which one?"
Draco smirked, "Mrs. Dursely. She's always trying to make her…pet hippo play with me or be my friend. God knows I don't need another friend, especially not one like him."
Lucius nodded, "She's a rather power hungry thing isn't she?"
Draco nodded back, "I assume she wishes to make a connection between our families and play into our circle of society. She seems like a social climber to the 'nth degree."
"Learning exponents already?"
Draco smiled in response.
"Father," he said after a moment.
"Yes?"
"Have you and mother ever considered having another child?"
Lucius was caught off-guard but he smiled, "We have the perfect son, anything else would be a disappointment."
Draco rolled onto his back to give his father an odd look, he then broke into a giggle. "You're quite silly father."
"I am not," Lucius responded.
Draco just smiled, "You're working tomorrow, correct?"
Lucius nodded, "We'll go to the stables tomorrow afternoon to check up on your horse but I must work in the morning."
"That is all right," Draco smiled. "I think I will walk to the park and explore."
Lucius allowed it, "Make sure to take a guard with you."
"Of course," Draco could not imagine going anywhere without his bodyguard. They were a little conspicuous at school but no one questioned as his often associated with the guards that protected his friends as well. His best friends Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and Theodore all had their own.
Lucius stood, "I'm going to bed, women tire me."
Draco nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good-night Dragon."
"Good-night father."
Lucius left his son and found his way up hidden stair ways to the master bedroom.
Draco remained in the library, working diligently for a little while until he felt urged to see what the parents were talking about.
He slid to the edge of the parlor and listened in.
"I think we should hold a little get-together for all our children," Petunia was saying, "Year fives and year fours how 'bout?"
The mothers looked at Narcissa and Narcissa raised her ivory brows, "What would they do Mrs. Dursley? Would this be a play-date or a party?"
She smiled wide and Draco found himself thinking of her as an awkward, meager horse trying to masquerade as a show horse, an elegant creature. She was not very good at it, not at all. "I thought perhaps it would simply be an opportunity to see each other outside of school."
"Our children are old enough to decide who they want to see off campus. Draco invites over friends and so I see no real reason for such a gathering. It would do little but cause chaos, stress and hassle to those of us who work. Carting our children around, while important, is not the focus for everyone here."
All of the fathers present agreed and many mothers as well.
"We do so much for the school already, it is nice to have an evening home with our children," a mother commented and Petunia shot her a look she would not have dared to send Narcissa.
The parents murmured, agreeing mostly and Narcissa nodded, finishing her husband's abandoned Chianti.
"Is there anything else?"
Down the hill, in a much smaller estate, a small boy sat on a couch flipping though channels on the television. He was full, for once, and content to relax for a while more. His aunt and cousin were at that meeting and his uncle refused to be alone with him so he went out drinking.
Harry, the small boy, was glad for some time alone. He was not washing dishes, floors, windows or doing the laundry or dusting as he was when Petunia or Vernon were home.
He looked around the house and sighed.
His parents were gone, long gone. Their murder was a huge shock to the small town he was born in and where he lived. His aunt and uncle, unwillingly, allowed him to live with them.
"Welcome to Uncle Joe's Fun House!" a man in white face paint popped on screen. A flashing sign lowered behind him and he cart-wheeled across the stage.
Harry flipped the channel immediately, he hated those shows.
Dudley watched them all the time and guffawed at the clowns that hit each other with bats and the grotesque little creatures or puppets they paraded around. He found a show on with a trio of women discussing menopause and quickly changed it again.
The phone ran a moment later and he answered.
"Hello, Petunia?"
"No, she's not here, may I take a message?"
"Oh, it's Edgar down here at the tavern. Vernon's much to drunk to drive home, Harry right? Well, send your aunt down here real soon, he's causing a scene. Okay?"
"I'll phone her at the meeting sir, she'll be there soon I'm sure."
"Thanks," Edgar hung up and Harry did too. The bar keep was a very nice man and knew Harry only through phone conversations but he liked the boy so far.
Harry searched for the contact sheet Aunt Petunia kept around. Where was the meeting that night? He glanced at the schedule taped to the cupboard; Malfoy Estate, 12 December Road, Winter Estates. That was just up the hill a little but Harry decided calling would be best. He rung the house.
"Malfoy Estate," a young woman answered.
"Hello, this is Harry Potter, is my aunt Petunia Dursley there?"
"They're in the meeting," she said, "I'll ask her to speak with you though, please hold."
Harry waited.
"Mrs. Dusley?"
"Yes?" the woman looked up from her folder.
"Your nephew is on the phone."
She stood and went to the phone in the hall, she pursed her lips and waited for the servant girl to walk away.
"What is it boy?"
"Edgar called, ma'am, Uncle Vernon is at the tavern again and too drunk to drive home. He asked that you come pick Uncle Vernon up."
She sighed and then glanced back at the room, "Fine, don't talk or do anything until I come home. It had best be spotless or you'll be in serious trouble, boy."
"Yes ma'am," and she hung up. Harry replaced the phone and turned the house. He had not touched anything so he went about straightening the furniture.
"So sorry," Petunia entered the parlor, "My nephew isn't feeling well, I'll have to leave. Nice to see you all again, see you in a couple weeks."
They chorused good-bye and she dragged Dudley out. Petunia turned a vicious red as she drove, quickly, down the hill and out of the iron gate. Down the street, a block or four away she saw the sign to the Egg Head tavern.
She strode in, ordering her son to stay where he was. Vernon saw her and slobbered drunkenly.
"Dear," she smiled and grabbed his meaty arm, "Let's go."
"Thank-you," Edgar nodded to her and resumed cleaning the glasses.
She steered the much larger man out and into the car.
"What were you thinking?" she hissed and got in.
He grumbled and fell asleep where he sat.
Petunia drove home, left Vernon where he was and dragged Dudley inside.
"Pumpkin, why don't you go to bed? You have school tomorrow," she smiled at him and Dudley just lumbered away, he could care less.
"Boy," she called and Harry appeared from the kitchen.
"Yes ma'am?"
"Your uncle is in the car, make sure he gets in." she turned and walked upstairs to her room then.
"Yes ma'am," he murmured and went to the door.
"When are the next elections for head of the PTA?" a mother asked.
Several other parents made sounds of agreement. Narcissa gave a tiny smile, "They can be called whenever the general assembly wishes."
"I call for an election, next meeting," a mother said, standing.
"I second that," someone agreed.
Narcissa looked around, "Why didn't we do this when our president was here?"
"Then everyone but her supporters would 'lose' their information."
"What supporters?"
Everyone laughed.
"Listen," Narcissa stood, "If we're going to oust her we need someone better to replace her. Who?"
"You."
"No," she said in the same voice she used on her son.
"Mrs. Weasley then," the whole room turned to the plump, cheerful woman. She stood and smiled to them.
"I don't know that I'm the best choice."
"You're the senior member," they countered, "You've had six children at the school and been in the PTA for nearly a decade. Your seventh child will be enrolling next year which means you'll be part of the PTA for at least another eight years. You'd be a wonderful leader. You know the school, the faculty, the administration, the needs and goals. Please?"
She mulled it over. "Fine."
"Next meeting we'll have a secret ballot and our new president will be declared."
Narcissa smiled, good. She loathed that woman and had no tolerance for her son or husband either. Her nephew…he she did not know.
That went well, don't you think.
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