Summary: Draco Malfoy and his family had just moved to a new town. Things for Draco are as one could expect them to be - new school, new friends, new enemies, new love… But that is only until a vampire shows up and drags him and some of his classmates into a game he has played for centuries. Nonmagic (well there is, but it's different from the books) SLASH DM/HP

Disclaimer: I don't own J. K. Rowling's characters. (sniff) It's not fair…but oh, well I can at least play with them for a little while (evil laugh)

Warning: This will be SLASH people!! That's a story where two guys (at least) go at it! So if you don't like such stuff I advise you to press the back button now. You have been warned. For everyone else, who like this- hope you'll enjoy my story

Warning 2: English isn't my native language and I don't have a beta reader. There probably will be some mistakes, for which I'm sorry.

I won't repeat the Warning and the Disclaimer but they are valid for every chapter.

A/N: This story had been busing around my head for a while now so I decided to try and write it down. This is a short prologue just to see if people like the beginning. Please write me a review to say what you think about it and should I continue. Thank you

Prologue

That was it. Every box had made its way up to his new bedroom. The room had been furnished before they moved in. At first he was disappointed- he wanted to decorate it on his own, but now he found himself thanking his parents for not listening to him. He was exhausted and the only thing he could imagine himself doing was sleeping. The boy slumped on the bed tiredly. Who would have thought that he had so many stuff, all of which really heavy? He stretched and yawned. No, he couldn't sleep just yet. He had to help his brother with his stuff. The teenager stood up and exited his room.

Draco Malfoy was a beautiful sight to behold. His platinum blond hair got just a little below his ears and framed beautifully his face, accentuating its aristocratic features. He had a long, straight nose, high cheekbones and a mouth slightly curved upwards, indicating the usual presence of a smile. But the most astonishing thing was his eyes. Their color changed from liquid silver to steel depending on the way the light fell on them. Everyone who looked in them for too long became entranced by their depth and by the way they penetrated your soul. These stormy eyes had the power to see all the way through to your core. You couldn't lie to them, you couldn't hide from them. Draco wasn't tall, something he considered a nuisance since it gave the opportunity to others to look down at him. His body was slim, lithe and very pale. The color of his skin was something other that the boy didn't like about himself. He hadn't thought about it actually until one of his boyfriends told him that he looked almost fragile under the moonlight. And fragile was definitely not the look Draco was going for. And after having the nerve to tell him, that he wanted to protect him, after seeing him so vulnerable, said boyfriend was kindly asked to leave- the bedroom, the house and Draco's life. He could protect himself quiet fine, thank you very much. He didn't need some self-centered, hormonal teen to offer his questionable protection. And if he actually needed help his big brother was always there for him. Zane had never let him down- not even once. At first when they were smaller he used to pick on him like every big brother does. But once, when Draco was 6 years old, there was this boy who made fun of the color of his hair. Then Draco was almost white blond and the kid was saying that he was an old man and he was going to die soon. The blonde boy started crying. Luckily Zane (8 years old at the time) was on the playground too and had heard everything. How could this kid talk to his little brother like that? Telling him he'll die? He went there and pushed the bully to the ground.

"Stay away from my brother or you'll be the one to die!"

Zane then hugged Draco, calmed him down and led him home. Since than he had never picked on him again, but rather took it upon himself to look after his brother and to protect him. Draco was ever grateful for that. He in turn loved his brother immensely and was also ready to do anything for him.

Draco went outside where his father and brother were taking the last stuff out of the car. Zane smiled at him.

"I thought you'll be sleeping already. You said you were tired."

"I am, but I was sure that you'll need some help with carrying your stuff to your room. And seeing that you helped with mine, I decided to return the favor."

"Thanks little brother." The taller blond ruffled Draco's hair.

Their father took out the last trunk and declared.

"That's the last one, boys. At least for now. Tomorrow your mother will bring the rest of it with the other car."

Draco took one of the boxes from the ground and followed his father inside the house.

"Are you starting work tomorrow?"

Lucius nodded.

"You and Zane will have to help your mother unpack and put in order everything…after you come back from school, of course. You haven't forgotten that it's your first day tomorrow, right?"

Draco groaned.

"How could I forget?"

Zane entered carrying the last stuff from the outside. He dropped them on the floor of the living room.

"Aren't you going to miss working in the other firm? After all Avereen is a lot smaller and you probably won't get so many cases. Isn't that the hell for a lawyer? Not having at least three urgent cases to work on?" Zane slightly punched his father on the shoulder and laughed playfully.

"Actually you may be surprised how many businessmen had escaped from the noise of the city, living in the countryside, traveling every morning to their offices in London. And where there are businessmen, there is always need for lawyers. Now get your stuff to your new room and you both go to sleep. It's been a long day."

Draco and Zane grabbed a couple of the boxes and hurried up the stairs. Zane's room was the first one to the left- just across from Draco's. Some of the older one's stuff was already carried over.

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"That's it." Declared Zane and placed the big cardboard box containing his stereo on the floor, next to the rest of them.

"Why do I have the feeling that I have much more stuff than you do?" Draco was staring at the small pile.

"Because you do. Only your clothes are in three trunks. And you read much more so you have more books than me. Not to mention all your art stuff."

Draco pouted.

"Do you want to say that I am a book worm and a ponce?"

Zane laughed and ruffled his brother's hair once more.

"That wasn't an insult you know. It's good that you are cultured. If you weren't mom would have pestered me to read more and that's something I wouldn't appreciate much. And you are gay- it's only natural that you are a ponce."

"Thank you very much."

"But don't worry; a lot of my stuff are in mom's car. You don't have that much more."

"Oh, yes your guitar cases are with her. I forgot." Draco yawned.

"You are tired. Go to sleep." Zane instructed and ushered his brother to his room. "Good night!"

Draco closed the door behind him. He looked around his room. Till now he had only glanced around not really paying attention. After a while he decided that he liked it. His bed was in the center. To the left there was a door, which he found out to be leading to the bathroom. He had his own personal bathtub and shower. From the bathroom another door led to a walk in closet. With satisfaction the boy noted that it was big enough to fit all his clothes and to still have place for new once. His desk was across from the door to the bathroom, next to a giant window from where you could see the back yard. He had two bookshelves next to it. The room was painted in a very light green color, which gave it the sense of coolness and made it look more spacious. To the right of the bed there was a spiral staircase. It led to an attic just perfect for a studio. There was an enormous skylight, which would ensure more than enough natural light for a painter to work. Draco sighed with contentment. It was perfect. That was the studio from his dreams. There were a couple of cabinets for his materials and even a sink with running water. He immediately brought his two tripods and his canvases up here. His paints and brushes would arrive tomorrow with his mother. After the blond finished admiring his studio he went back to his bedroom. He took a shower and went to bed. Tomorrow the summer vacation ended. First day of school, eh? Well maybe it won't be so bad.

TBC

Avereen is a town a created. You have to travel approximately 1 hour by car from London to reach it.

Zane Malfoy- I know that Draco doesn't have a big brother in the books. But I decided to give him one. Actually Zane decided that he should be created and refused to get out of my head until I promised to put him in the story. That's how Zane Malfoy was born

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