The Slytherin Rivals, Ch 1

Title: Harry Potter & the Slytherin Rivals of Hogwarts
Author: Demitria Miriam
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry x Draco
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, suggestiveness, m/m slash, swearing, OCs etc. Yes, this is the HPSRH from 2004, just heavily edited and butchered. I gave up rewriting it xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money off this piece of fiction.

Summary: The-Boy-Who-Lived and the Infamous Draco Malfoy return for their 7th and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Along with confusing feelings also comes an even more dangerous development in the form of Draco's cousin visiting Hogwarts. One of the most prominent things a Malfoy is taught is that 'A Malfoy always gets what he wants.' Even if another Malfoy has claimed it. Even if it means taking it by force. Even if it's Harry Potter.



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Chapter 1: Onward! To Hogwarts!

"I hear you won't be the only Malfoy in school this year, Draco," came Pansy Parkinson's voice. She sat next to her blond bombshell of a friend, while Blaise Zabini sat on the aforementioned's other side, with Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle occupying the booth across.

It was true; Draco Malfoy would indeed be sharing his territory with that of another Malfoy this term.

The rumor had started when Colin Creevy, an annoying 6th year Gryffindor that all of the Slytherins referred to as Creepy Creevy, had snuck into the Snake Pit to take whatever scandalous pictures he thought he could get. Apparently everyone believed that any and all of the Slytherin's hang outs, and the things that went on there, usually consisted of mass group orgies and illegal abuse of magic. No one knew that they only played gin, with a few high stakes of who won the other's Chocolate Frogs, or when they really wanted to be risqué, they bet their Cockroach Clusters.

The Snake Pit- being whatever area the Slytherins happened to populate at any given time- in this case happened to be the train's luggage compartment, which was technically off limits to all students. However, it had been, since Hogwarts was founded, considered the Slytherins' territory and therefore inaccessible to anyone that wasn't in the most prestigious House of Snake.

This was why it was surprising, and really annoying, to hear a scrape against the floor in the back of the room, then a gasp of breath the exact moment after Draco spilled the magical beans. At the sudden sounds the (not at all startled) blond ordered Crabbe and Goyle to check what all the ruckus was about while their comrade Blaise merely suggested it was a really big rat festering about for scraps of food. However the next moment they heard a beckoning holler from Goyle and found the little skulking rat huddled behind a big crate, his old, soul stealing camera hugged to his chest as if it would protect him.

Draco grinned in that rather devious way he was accustomed to right before a Gryffindor was pummeled into something hard and unforgiving, almost as unforgiving as his patience at the moment. However the satisfaction of said pummeling never occurred because the next moment as tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber approached Creepy Creevy a brilliant flash of white light speared the air around them.

At first all four Slytherin boys thought a teacher had caught them in the midst of... helping Creevy up off the floor and onto his feet, mistaking their leers and fist to hand gestures as they approached him as an impending beating, which, really, was ridiculous! Why would a Slytherin beat up a Gryffindor? However, the boys quickly realized that it was not a teacher's warning that had streaked across room, blinding them. It was, in fact, Creepy Creevy's camera flashing them.

How appropriate, Draco thought, dismissing the situation as easily as he would a lock of stray hair.

Figuring they'd get caught for sure if they stayed in the cargo hold for much longer, the boys made haste to their compartment where their compatriot, Pansy Parkinson, was napping.

Contrary to popular belief, Slytherins were not heinous, evil creatures that stole candy from babies and woke sleeping girls from their afternoon naps. No. They knew better. They knew if they woke Pansy from her noon sleep they'd face something much more horrifying than any growling potions professor could muster up. They knew when girls were disturbed, from whatever activity that may be going on, whether it was sleeping, filing their nails or reading the latest article of Witch Weekly, they turned into the very she-demons they'd left home to get away from. Their mothers.

No. Waking a female up was definitely an absolute no-no.

That's when the boys heard thundering footsteps outside their compartment running down towards the Gryffindor portion of the train. The young men held their breath, not daring to move or speak, not even to shut up the offending feet that ran like lunatics down the corridor. Why?

Because better those gits getting chewed out than them!

So shush they were!

And wake Pansy did!

"-co? Are you listening to me, Draco?"

"Hmm? What'd you say?" came the blonde's voice, tone dull, coming back to the present.

"I said, I hear you won't be the only Malfoy in school this year," she repeated.

"How did you hear about that?" Blaise burst, unable to keep his mouth shut, even with the impending doom of the she-demon's wrath.

"That's what all this commotion's about. Supposedly Draco's cousin is coming from one of the Americas."

"And where exactly did you hear this?" Draco asked, eyebrow raised in a fine arch.

"Creepy came hollering down the corridor like he was on fire, screaming it for the world to hear," was Pansy's light answer, waving her hand in dismissal of the reason why she knew, wanting instead to focus on whether or not it was true.

"That little bugger! We should've hexed him before he pulled that stunt on us!" Blaise growled.

"So? Are the rumors true? Is there another you attending Hogwarts? A yank?"

"Mmm, that is the rumor," Draco mumbled noncommittally, his mind straying elsewhere.

He was fairly sure his cousin, Evane Malfoy, wouldn't be welcomed with open arms to a school that, for the most part, shunned Malfoys for their unique way of thinking. If you could call pure-blooded bigotry a unique way of thought, that is.

However, none of this concerned Draco in the least. What was grating on his nerves was the fact that he would have to share territory with his cousin. His territory. Evane and he had never seen eye to eye, and probably never would. Their influences had been different, their parents, though related by direct blood, had raised them to their own beliefs. It didn't help matters that Evane thought himself superior to Draco, even though Draco was five months Evane's senior. That fact was null and void to the American who held no respect, nor concern, for his British kin. Even as children they had been at odds with one another. When one family visited the other during holiday the families would always put the boys together, hoping they'd get along and become great acquaintances. However, the result of shoving two emotionally challenged and bratty children together resulted in one thing; the stealing of precious toys.

Stealing my toys back when we were children was one thing, but if he thinks he can take what I've worked so hard to obtain here, he has another thing coming!

"Draco?"

"Huh?"

"Are you alright, Draco?" Pansy questioned. The blond in return gave her a puzzled look. Delicately, as well as cautiously (who knew where his mind was right now), she touched his shoulder. "It's just that... you look a bit..." Pansy bit her lip, searching for the right word.

"Asinine," came Goyle's low voice, completely heedless of the certain doom that description could possibly bring him.

Blaise kept his chuckles inside his belly for as long as he could (which was only about three seconds) before bursting out in raucous laughter.

"What?" Goyle asked, his brows furrowing, not liking being laughed at.

"You just called Draco stupid!" Blaise snorted.

"Quiet, you!" Pansy scolded the laughing boy on Draco's other side.

"Well he did look stupid just sitting there with his mouth hanging open like a fish," Goyle grumbled.

That caught Pansy's attention and she herself couldn't stop the giggles tickling the back of her tongue.

"Oh, shut up, the lot of you!" Draco growled, highly put off by everyone else's amusement. In his peripheral vision he caught sight of Pansy holding her hand against her mouth so the laughter was slightly muffled. Though, really, why she bothered, he hadn't the faintest idea. It was fairly obvious that she was absolutely tickled by Goyle's observation, however unwelcome it was.

Pansy's laugh finally snuck past her hindering hand and rang throughout the small compartment, along with those of her housemates.

Even though everyone's merriment was at his own expense, Draco couldn't help but find comfort in his friend's good humor. Especially Pansy's.

When he was younger Draco hadn't cared much for Pansy "the Pug" Parkinson whom his mother had introduced to him as his new playmate at the ripe old age of six. She was an awful girl, really, with a nasty personality, and she didn't share her toys. Not that she had any good ones anyway, but since a few weeks after they had initially met so long ago their mother's saw fit to get them together as much as possible, and all because they had witnessed one miserable experience Draco hadn't even wanted to be apart of in the first place.

They were six and seven, respectively, and Pansy had wanted to play a little something called "House." This was a game Draco had never played, and had a feeling he'd never want to play again, but Pansy had been adamant that if he didn't play she'd tell his mother that he fed his vegetables to his Italian Greyhound, Pappy, every night.

Pappy, of course, was more than happy to gobble down his young master's greens; unlike most dogs, he had no problems with the more healthy aspect of his family's plates, especially the tiny spherical ones that looked like little pebbles. However, green peas aside, Pappy's secret love were bananas. Especially when they were over a few days old and got those dark splotches on them. Thankfully Young Master didn't like those either and Draco had always been more than kind to his faithful companion.

Because of the food trade and the fact that Pappy couldn't tell anyone, the bond between young child and family guard was a mutual and beneficial relationship. One they were not willing to let go of so easily. So naturally, Draco relented to Pansy's blackmail and agreed to play this "House" game.

And he regretted it almost immediately. Apparently the object of the game was just as sketchy as taking a girl on as a companion was.

They were "married" and had "two children; one boy and one girl." Draco was "a high-ranking government official and made lots of money and always kept his wife- whom he referred to as muffin-cakes- happy. Their first child, a boy named Draco Jr., was 2 years old. Conveniently, Pappy was about 2 years old and a boy, and served as Draco and Pansy's son. Not until Draco was older would he realize the irony in that.

Draco and Muffin-Cake's second child was a girl, who was to be named Pansy Jr., and had yet to be born. Where was the baby, one may wonder. She was in fact underneath her mother's shirt, positioned against her stomach. Draco wasn't sure how the child stayed there, but it was large and squishy when Pansy made him touch her tummy.

"It's a pillow," six-year-old Draco had stated dejectedly. This game really wasn't all that fun.

"No, it's our daughter," seven-year-old Pansy hummed.

"Well, how's it supposed to come out then?" was Draco's counter question, trying to stretch her shirt out to see if their squishy daughter would fall out.

"Stop that! You'll hurt her! Besides, the stork will bring her," Pansy announced, caressing the bump of "child" beneath her clothes.

"But it's squishy. I don't want a squishy daughter," Draco frowned. Pansy stopped humming and caressing her stomach, slowly turning her head to the side to regard the blond boy with a thin lipped, tight expression.

"You will love your squishy daughter, Draco Malfoy, or so help me I will stuff so many peas and carrots in your mouth you won't know the difference between that and a garden!" Pansy shrieked, throwing her hands up in the air and running after the terrified boy.

A few minutes later their mothers found them in the garden, Pansy with her small hands around Draco's neck demanding he be a better husband and father or else(!), and Draco yelling that he didn't want to eat salad.

The two women had been shocked and immediately asked what was going on. Pansy had pushed away from Draco (who was gasping for breath) and stated in a sickly sweet voice that they were playing house. She then went on to explain the rather boring details to their make-believe marriage. Their mother's were absolutely tickled by this and Mrs. Parkinson insisted that Draco come over to their house the next weekend.

Draco had shook his head passionately, fear obvious in his small grey eyes as his mother smiled knowingly and agreed to sign his death certificate in the form of spending more time with Pansy "the Pug" Parkinson.

However, as they grew up, and Draco came around to accept the idea of how important it was to have female company in ones life, he found that she was more significant to him than he would have ever guessed. She, in all rights, was his confidant, his secret keeper. He knew he could trust her with almost anything. Unless of course it was a girl he happened to like. He knew within twenty minutes of him telling her something like that, that every single one of their friends would know, not to mention their mothers, fathers, siblings and extended family. That was how powerful the Parkinson Gossip genes went.

Yes, he had learned the hard way back when he was ten to keep his love affairs to himself.

Aside from that however, his parents still thought they would have been the cutest couple; both powerful and beautiful. However, Pansy wasn't what Draco was searching for. Sure, he knew she was endlessly devoted to him, loyal, honest, not to mention had a charisma all her own, but aside from friendship he felt nothing close to the primal need he knew he'd feel for a lover when he found the right one that he was meant to keep in his bed and secured to his side.

Besides, Pansy wouldn't have even been a challenge to seduce. And what fun was that?

No, Draco didn't want a free ticket to an easy shag. He wanted something more complex than that.

What he wanted was a fucking challenge.

"I'm not sure about the lot of you, but I'm damn glad we're in our last year. Finally," came Blaise Zabini's laidback voice, effectively startling Draco from his reverie of horrendous, past events.

"I agree with you entirely, Blaise. We'll be free to come and go as we please after commencement. No annoying professors to listen to, no dull lectures to attend, and no more-"

"No more Harry Potter!" Crabbe said simply as he got up to leave the compartment to chase after the Snack Tray lady.

Draco blinked, taken aback.

Where was Potter anyway?

Not that he cared, mind you.




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Chapter end.