Title: Opacre
Author: Shades
Rating: PG – 13 with maybe some R
Summary: Harry Potter had no friends until Hogwarts…or so he thought. Darkness engulfs Harry at age 5…but not evil. This is the past, and of a secret Harry held close without knowing it…SLASH
Disclaimers: Do I need to tell you that I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters? I do? Well, it belongs to J.K. Rowling, a wonderful author. I only own Lest Opacre, his family, and anything related to him. The rest belong to her.
Author's Notes: This will be slash. Between two boys. Not the shagging kind, all sex but feeling. Harry will be 10 when feelings of that sort come around, but nothing before that. NO NO NO! No pedophile!! No shagging in this story! Clear? No flames against that, OK? Flames against plot maybe but none of pedophile because I don't endorse that, constructive criticism and reviews welcome.
------- = Change of Scene
~~~~~~ = Flashback
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Chapter 19
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'Okay,' Harry thought to himself as he sipped some cider Cere gave him and stood in a corner of the room. 'How in the world do you start a conversation with a vampire without getting your neck bitten?'
The guests had begun to arrive a few hours ago and now the hall was filled with guests, all – Harry winced – who were most likely vampires. Lest and Myn had stuck by him in the beginning, introducing him to some acquaintances of theirs from the other families but Myn left when she caught sight of some babies and Cere had dragged Lest away to talk to him about something. Lest seemed very reluctant to leave him alone but Harry had reassured that he would be ok for 10 minutes.
Now he wished he had fought against Cere taking Lest away.
Sighing, he took another sip of his cider and looked around the hall aimlessly. Tables covered in white tablecloth were laden with many different kinds of food. Even though Lest had told him so long ago that his kind of vampire rarely drank human blood, some of the bowls held a red liquid that Harry was uncomfortably sure wasn't punch.
'At least they're not showing the source or drinking straight from it,' Harry thought wryly. He sighed and looked around again. He had meet the people from the Taine and Hastai families and even thought they were very nice, they eyed him with way too much interest for his liking. So he managed to convince Lest to mingle with others.
That had been just before Cere had cornered Lest so he never had a chance to meet any others. Oh, he could walk up and introduce himself, he supposed, but…
…well, it wouldn't hurt to have Myn or Lest around, would it?
He sighed and raised a hand to rub his temple. He wished there was at least one other human besides him in this room.
"You're not a vampire, are you?" a drawling voice asked behind him, causing him to jump and almost drop his drink. He whirled around to find a boy around his age looking at him with an expectant look in his eyes and a smirk on his face.
Harry was oddly remained of his and Lest's first meeting.
"I'm sorry, what?" Harry asked politely, slowing down his rapid heartbeat while studying the boy surreptitiously. White-blond hair was gelled back in a way that made the boy's face appear more pointed than it actually was. Pale gray eyes were still looking expectantly at him but now he could see something that looked like arrogance and confidence in them. He was confused to see the boy in what appeared to be black robes but he brushed it off as a style that upper-class people used, since the boy was obviously one of those, but he never saw one of them wear something like that. He was irritated to see that the boy was taller than him by a good two inches. 'Why is everyone taller than me?' he thought irritably, still staring at the other boy. There was something different about him…
"I asked if you were a vampire," the boy drawled out. "You don't look like any vampire I've ever seen before."
"Might be because I'm not one," Harry said sarcastically. Not only did the boy remind him of Lest but know he was beginning to resemble Dudley as well.
The boy raised an eyebrow. "Are you a pureblood then? Father told me not to talk to anyone who wasn't a pureblood or vampire," he said in his cool, drawling voice.
"Your father dictates your actions then, does he? What, not old enough to think for yourself?" Harry smirked.
The pale boy didn't blush but some pink began to grow in his pale face. He drew himself up higher and said stiffly, "I can think for myself, thank you, but my father's advice is usually good enough to take." The gray eyes studied for him a moment and then some contempt crept into them. "You're a Muggle, aren't you?" he asked in a disdainful voice.
'What the hell is a Muggle?' Harry wondered but aloud he said, "Talk to the voices in your head often, do you?"
The boy smirked. "You are." He shook his head. "I have no idea why Father wants me to go into a family where Muggles are tolerated. No power is worth that kind of acquaintance."
"Well, no one's forcing you to speak to me, are they know?" Harry said scathingly. "Go bugger off." Then he turned and resumed watching the guests while sipping his cider. 'What a prat,' Harry thought in an annoyance.
The boy didn't go away however. He instead eyed Harry curiously and said, "I've never met a Muggle before. Father refuses to mingle with something so low." When Harry didn't reply, he asked, "What are you doing at a party meant for vampires anyway? Are you the main course or something?"
Harry looked at in irritation. "Not that I'm aware of," he muttered. He took another sip, looking over the rim of the cup to study the other boy. "I'm a friend of the family," he finally said after looking over the boy. "What's your excuse?"
The boy raised one of his eyebrows. "What makes you think I need an excuse?" he asked smugly.
"You're not a vampire," Harry stated bluntly. "You're human. And since Lest has never told me about another human friend, I'm just wondering what you're doing here." He smirked. "Are you a party-crasher?"
The pale boy looked at him indignantly and said sharply, "I was invited, thank you very much. No Malfoy would dare do something as undignified as 'crashing' a party!"
"Right," Harry replied amusedly. The name 'Malfoy' tickled something in his mind and he pondered about it while the boy fumed. Then it popped up. Blinking, he looked at the boy in curiosity. "Hang on," he asked. "Are you the Malfoy heir?"
The boy's gray eyes blinked, the indignation fading away. He looked at Harry oddly. "Yes," he said slowly. "How come you know me?"
Harry smirked. "I was wrong," he snickered. "Lest has told me about you."
For seem reason the boy grimaced and slumped slightly. "Oh, bloody great," he muttered under his breath, obviously not intending for Harry to hear. Harry tilted his head, looking curiously at the boy. The pale boy sighed and looked at him with gray eyes that seemed resigned, fearful and slightly angry. "Well?" the boy asked irritably. "What's he said about me?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Nothing much," he said nonchalantly, sipping his cider and looking calmly at the boy. "Just that you're an arrogant little brat who he would rather die than be stuck with for the rest of his life."
He jumped when the other boy punched the air in joy. The pale boy grinned victoriously and Harry blinked in confusion.
"Sorry," the boy said, still grinning widely. "You just have no idea how relieved I am to hear about how much the Opacre heir doesn't like me." Harry eyed him.
"Let me guess," he said, his lips twitching. "Lest either annoyed you a hell of a lot or you just don't want to be stuck with someone for the rest of your life before your hormones have struck."
"Both actually," the boy laughed. "I pity the poor soul that gets stuck with that jerk for the rest of their life."
Harry's amusement faded. "He's not that bad actually," he said mildly, any friendliness towards the boy gone. "He's quite…" He paused for a moment. "Well, I wouldn't say nice but he's not too bad to be with once you've gotten used to how big an idiot he can be."
The other boy shrugged. "Maybe we got off on a bad start," he said. "I just know that I really don't want to be stuck with him for the rest of my life."
"You won't," Harry said, sipping his cider. "Trust me on that." The boy looked curiously at him.
"Say," the boy said slowly. "How come you seem to know Opacre so well?"
"He's my best friend," Harry replied easily. "I've known him since I was five, I think I should know something about him."
The boy nodded, looking at him thoughtfully. Harry returned the look with a raised eyebrow. The boy just raised an eyebrow back. 'Damnit,' Harry thought, his lips twitching, 'he does the look better than I do.'
"I've had years of practice," the boy said smugly. Harry jumped and looked shocked at the boy. 'What the hell?!' he thought frantically. The boy's lips twitched. "I'm not a vampire," he said amusedly, causing Harry to blush slightly, "But I can read people pretty well. And your eyes were just pouring out envy after I raised my eyebrow."
"Damn, I thought I was pretty good at hiding things," he muttered, forcing his blush away. The boy snickered.
"It's alright," he said, still snickering slightly. "I've also had years of practice with that."
"Yeah? Well so have I so…" Harry stuck out his tongue. He blushed bright red however when the Malfoy heir looked at him, clearly startled by the action. 'Wonderful going, Potter,' he thought to himself, still blushing. 'Act like a four-year-old why don't you…' Desperately, he looked for a change of subject because the boy was biting his lip, obviously trying not to laugh hysterically at him.
He found it. "Say," he asked quickly, still blushing, "I never got your first name. May I ask what is it?"
The boy coughed a few times, obviously trying not to laugh and grinned. "Sorry," he said way too cheerfully, causing Harry to glower at him with his blushes. The boy coughed again and held out his hand. "Sorry, let me introduce myself properly. The name's Draco Malfoy."
Harry grasped the hand and smiled at him. "Nice to meet you," he said, his eyes showing how grateful he was for the allowance of dignity. The gray eyes danced with laughter but said it was all right. "My name's - "
"Qye," a voice said behind him, interrupting. "Myn's looking for you."
Harry dropped Draco's hand, turning around to smile at Lest. His smile turned into a confused look when he saw that Lest was glaring at Draco. He glanced at Draco and blinked, seeing the pale boy frowning at the vampire, the gray eyes obviously not pleased with the interruption. Harry blinked, looking between the two. 'Okay,' he thought, puzzled. 'What did I miss?'
Lest broke eye contact first, dark blue eyes meeting Harry's own. "She was holding paints in one hand and had some friends – who are much, much worse – around her," Lest said, grinning slightly. Harry's confusion was quickly forgotten as terror overtook him.
"Oh," he said faintly. "Thanks Lest." He put his cider down quickly and was about to run to the library. But he paused and flashed a quick smile at Draco, who returned it with a grin. "I'll see you around Draco," he said. Then he ran quickly to the library.
He didn't hear the hiss that Lest gave to Draco and didn't see Draco reply in a drawling voice. He didn't see Lest's blue eyes glare darkly at Draco, filled with jealousy, and he didn't see Draco's gray eyes look arrogantly at Lest, filled with challenge. He didn't see Lest stalk away in anger or see Draco smirk at the vampire's retreating back.
He would see that some other day.
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AN: *runs from Lest* Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry! *runs around with Lest chasing her with a butcher knife*I had to add him in, he's important, sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry!
(Lest) *swings at Shades* DIE YOU LITTLE FEMALE DOG!
(Draco) *smirks*
(Shades) *scowls at Draco while running* Why don't you help me!? I just put you in with Harry!
(Draco) *sighs* Must I?
(Harry) *innocently* Hey, Shades, have you given any thought to the idea of it just being me and Lest in the sequel?
(Draco) *glares and sighs, going reluctantly to stop Lest from stabbing Shades*
(Myn) *impressed* Nice work dollie.
(Harry) *smiles sweetly*