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Beauty in Perfection; Stand by Me

by imLittleLily
Chapter Four

In a moonlit courtyard; Hogwarts . . .

The moon shone down upon the two great cats within the
confines of the east courtyard walls. Icekat raised his nose to sniff the air so
that he would catch the scent of the other cat that had come to see him tonight.
Tonight would prove to be important for both of them as they took this time and
opportunity to find a new friendship. The future of their world was dependant
upon the success of this meeting.

The black cat stepped forward, making the first move
between the two. His black coat shimmered in the glow of the courtyard showing
both beauty and strength, muscles rippling under the sheen. He moved forward
slowly unsure of the reaction he would receive from his companion. 'He's even
beautiful in this form,' Harry thought. Emerald fire seemed to glow from his eyes, warming the
heart of the white panther before him.

'Damn, I can even feel it in my panther form. Why does he
cause such a reaction in me even now?' Icekat thought as his heart began to
quicken its pace. As the black panther approached even closer, Icekat lowered
himself to his belly and looked up at the emerald eyes above him.

Harry bent his head to sniff the other cat; only to find
himself nose to nose with the silver blond Draco.

Draco slowly reached his hands up to the black fur and
buried his fingers into its softness. "Merlin! Harry, you are so beautiful and
strong," Whispered Draco into the black fur. He didn't care if Harry heard him
because the close proximity had finally overcome him. His heart burned with
passion and his hands trembled. He buried his face into the blackness and
inhaled Harry's scent; wishing he would never have to let him go.
Professionalism be damned!

Harry purred . . .

Draco took a shuddering breath, "Harry, Harry we have
to talk . . . " Draco moaned deep in his throat as the beauty in front of
him transformed. Draco's hands were around Harry's shoulders by this time and he
definitely did not want to release him. Harry leaned forward and caressed
Draco's neck with a hot wet tongue eliciting another moan from Dray as he arched
his head back to expose his neck. The feeling of Harry's breath sent shivers
down Dray's spine and turned his insides turn to mush.

"Talk about what?" The tongue continued along its path to
Draco's ear nibbling and licking as it went.

"AHH, kiss . . . ummm . . . saving the world . . .
mmmnn . . . you know, Golden Boy stuff . . ."

Harry growled at this but
continued on his quest.

". . . mmmnn . . . Har . . ." Draco's
fingers moved into the messy black locks upon Harry's head, he never wanted to
let him go.

"Your scent is . . . kiss, suck . . . so
intoxicating to me, Dray. How on earth do you. . . grnnn . . . expect
us to . . . kiss . . . have a profes . . . kiss . . . sional
working . . . Oh HELL . . . I give up!" Harry rolled off of Draco, who whimpered
at the loss of contact. Harry tried to pull his emotions back; if he didn't calm
down . . . Ugh!

"What the hell?" Draco gasp out due to the fact that the
guy who had just been consuming him was now being consumed by black and green
flame. As Draco's eyes drank in the site of Harry engulfed in flames he thought, 'Fucking bloody hot, no pun intended; indeed. Well, that's what
you want Dray, Fire and Harry Potter all rolled up into one fucking delicious
package!'

He must have leaned closer without realizing it because
Harry responded by pulling back, still breathing hard, and saying, "No, Draco!
The fire doesn't hurt me but it will definitely burn you. I don't want to hurt
you." Harry's emerald eyes were deep soulful pools looking through the fire at
him. He was still breathing hard and mentally trying to calm himself. Usually
his friends were there to help him; he wouldn't always be able to rely on them,
especially in these circumstances. "I think I know a way to stop it. I
will be back, OK? I promise, will you stay here? Then we can talk."

Draco nodded.

Upon confirmation, Harry transformed into
his Shadow Phoenix, sang a few notes then took flight.

Draco fell back onto the
cool grass with a groan and closed his eyes tightly. 'Merlin, he's on fire and
leaves; I'm here, frustrated and hard. So tell us Draco, how was your night?
UGH!!' He took a deep breath and decided that he may as well use this time to
workout; frustration releasement at its best. He stood up, still a little shaky
from his encounter and centered himself in order to begin his routine.

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Draco - Icekat's POV . . .

Draco began to work on his form. Some referred to the
moves he was making as the Warrior's Dance or The Dance of Death. The object was
to work through moves combined by the individual. As the warrior worked on them
so often; the moves would become apart of the warrior's very being. The moves
could then be completed during battle without conscious thought.

As he went through his moves Draco was in a state of
meditation. His balance and visual ability had improved due to the practice of
focusing that is required to accomplish the completion of the dance. He had only
recently worked out the final movements of his individual dance. He was proud of
its beauty.

Something good he had accomplished from his life; he had
been born and destined to serve the Dark Lord. His family still did not know of
his defection; hopefully this war would be over before they found out.

This brought Draco's mind back to Harry. What would come
out of the events of this night? He pulled his focus back in.

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Harry - FyrToehhers' POV . . .

As he took flight out of the courtyard FyrToehhers wasn't
sure if this would work. His heart was still racing and hot; what on earth, was
that all about. Sure Draco seemed to have a strong effect on him but,
fire?

FyrToehhers soared high into the air and flipped multiple
times before plunging into a breath taking dive that served to take his mind off
of his current situation, it was necessary to focus on the fast approaching
ground or he would break his neck. The air whipped around his body rewarding him
with exhilarating coolness which helped to clear his mind. He took a turn around
the perimeter of the castle and headed back to the courtyard.

As FyrToehhers glided along on the wind currents he
observed Draco as he was going through the moves of his form. Fyr landed on an
upper wall so that he would be able to watch Draco's graceful movements. His
body was sleek and powerful; again, beauty in perfection. Fyr's heart began to
increase its rate; 'stop it now.'

He spread his wings and glided down until he was able to
transform and land on his feet. Graceful and powerful in his own right.

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Return to the courtyard . . .

Draco watched Harry's graceful landing with an arched brow
and asked him, "How is it that you were able to see this courtyard and
return? After I discovered it I checked out the view from above and saw nothing
even though I knew it was here." Draco found it to be intriguing that Harry was
able to return and wondered if he had the power of sight.

"Simple, the castle." Harry responded with a smile, "She guides and protects me. In fact,
it was the castle that brought me here the other night when you were summoning
the Warriors. She is as much my protector as you or Dumbledore. Once, Snape was
sure that I was out after curfew and tried to track me down. You know how he
loves taking points from Gryffindor in the name of Potter, anyway thanks to my
map and the castle he never found me. I requested a room and one materialized. I
entered and the door vanished." Harry shrugged, "No point deduction." Harry
finished off with a grin. "Is it true that you and the other Slytherins learned
kick boxing from Dudley? If so, how on earth did you guys connect up with him, a
Muggle no less?"

It was Draco's turn to grin, "Yes, it is true. As to the
person who connected us; well . . . that would probably be obvious to you if you
really thought about it but I'll tell you anyway. It was Snape. You have a map
of Hogwarts?" He asked about the map while thinking, 'Ha, this is so much fun, I think I like this different game of
shocking Harry.

Harry began pacing, a habit he had picked up in first
year. The action seemed to help him focus sometimes when the world seemed to
spin out of control. "Dudley knows Snape?" One look at Draco was all the
confirmation Harry needed. "But Dudley is terrified of wizards. How on
earth did those two . . . UGH . . . Ok, I will admit that he was different after
the Dementor's attack. I wasn't around right after, locked in my room and all," Draco frowned at this
statement but Harry continued, "he did seem different summer after fifth year. I
always thought it was because I was in such a haze . . . mourning Sirius." Harry
sighed, again there just seemed to be too much to absorb at once.

"Did you hear the question about a map?"

Harry came back to the moment and grinned at Draco with a
mischievous glint in his eyes, "Yes, I have a map; it was passed to me from the
Weasley twins. I later discovered that it was created by my dad and his friends
while they were students here. They were called the Marauders. Purveyors of
Mischief."

"Your dad was a Marauder?" Draco asked with a quirked
brow, "Now, I see the light. Sev
hated them with more passion than I have ever seen expressed by him in all my
life. He never told me their names though. House points deducted for Potter . .
. that's some legacy you have there, Harry." Smirked Draco.

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Meanwhile in the library . . .

Justin Finch-Fletchley walked over to the table where his
friend Blaise Zabini was seated reading, Advanced Transfiguration,
by Conall LeBatel. He sat
down across from him with a grunt of frustration. Zabini looked up at his friend
and smirked when he saw the look on Justin's face. "Ok, Justin?" He already knew
the answer but asked it anyway.

Justin sighed, "Harry."

Blaise looked at his friend and told him softly, "We all
know he is not accessible, Justin. You know that he keeps himself as free from
relationships as possible. I've heard rumors that he has dated a few people but
he doesn�t seem to allow it to proceed to the point of being a relationship.
Draco says it is because he doesn't want to endanger anyone."

Justin snorted, "Most likely it is that Draco wants him
for himself. We all know that, Blaise, I thought after everything you
would at least be honest with me."

Blaise sighed and frowned at his friend, "Don't you
remember how we became friends?"

"Yes, of course." Justin answered, "It was at the beginning of third year. We
were in the hall on the train when the dementors boarded. It was horrible. I
could hear voices of people being tortured; I reacted badly, you pulled me into
a compartment. I still think you saved my life. People have told me that the
dementors make you relive your worst memory. I never did figure out how those
people's screams could be my worst memory because I had only dreamt about them.
What does this have to do with my insatiable desire for Harry?"

"Firstly, it was bad for me, too." Blaise
replied, "We both came out of that
experience changed. I have found you to be a valuable friend and have not lied
to you once since that day, even when the truth was hard." Blaise looked closely
at Justin who nodded. "Justin, look at me," Justin looked into the chocolate eyes of his best friend,
"I would never do anything to jeopardize our friendship, ever."

As Justin sat there looking into Blaise's eyes, he finally
understood what had been before him probably since third year. He swallowed hard
and whispered, "Merlin, Blaise . . . I - I didn't know."

"Well, well, here is Blaise Zabini with his puffer."
Screeched Pansy, "I
thought you went somewhere with Draco tonight, Blaisy. Won't he be disappointed
when he finds out you left him for this?" In the quiet library, Pansy's voice
sounded the screeching of a banshee.

"Draco knows of and approves of my friendship with
Justin." He had tapped Justin's foot under the table for reassurance because the
statement made it seem as though that was the only reason they were friends.
"You already know this too, Pansy, considering you have seen him in the
Slytherin common room many times. Perhaps you should cut the show; you may end
up being asked to leave by Madam Pince."

Pansy glanced at the librarian, who was frowning at her
and twisted her lips into a fake smile. She turned back to Blaise and asked,
"Where is Draco?"

Zabini arched his brows and shrugged. "He left, what he
does is his own business. I do not keep tabs on him, you know."

"Well maybe you should." Pansy replied with a smirk,
"There are some who would be
grateful for information on his whereabouts."

"Grateful is not a term I would use." Blaise said,
not liking the implication. "Now go away, Justin
and I were discussing this interesting chapter of transfiguring girls into fuzzy
little dogs." Justin smirked at her as she harrumphed and spun on her heel,
leaving the library with the sound of her clicking heels.

"Blaise . . ."

"Not now Jus, . . . please?"

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Back at The Courtyard . . .

Harry asked, "You said the others in your group are Zabini, Crabbe,
Goyle and Finch-Fletchley? Do you trust them? How did Justin become apart of
your circle, he's in the DA."

"Yes, that is our inner circle," Draco answered, "like I said before there
are others. Some of the others are from other houses. I trust my inner circle
with my life. I guess that makes you an extension of that because I have sworn
to protect and support you. I know Justin is in the DA and no he is not a spy
placed there by me. My inner circle has complete freewill. Justin and Blaise
have been friends since third year. He is even welcome in the Slytherin common
room and dorms; even knows the password." Draco finished with a grin at Harry's
look of astonishment, 'again, this is fun.' Draco inhaled and asked, "Have you told anyone about us yet?"

Harry nodded. "I've told Ron, 'Mione, Neville and Ginny. Luna was in the
hospital wing during that meeting. By the way, thanks for your help with her.
Sometimes she has a difficult time when she is in the middle of one of her
visions."

"You're welcome. How did they react?" Draco was sure the
answer to this question was vital to the success of any potential plans of
defense of the castle and Harry.

Harry had resumed his pacing by this time, "There were
mixed reactions . . . I guess I don't have to tell you what Ron said." At this
point Harry reached up and took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Don't
worry, he'll come around. He may be a stubborn prat sometimes; however he is a
great asset as both a friend and a strategist. He has also begun studying
healing; something we will surely need more of."

He finally came to the question he knew he must have an
answer to, "Does your father know?" He looked up from putting his glasses back
on in time to see first sadness then the Malfoy mask slide into place.

Draco had known that this question was inevitable, "No,"
he whispered. "We need to talk about your training. What have you been doing to
learn to control the fire?"

Harry sighed. "Up until today I have mainly focused on meditation,
trying to stay calm and balanced. We didn't want it getting to the rumor mill
that I catch on fire if I become to emotional. I guess in one sense the
occlumency has helped me with it; however, as you can see, it still flares up."
Harry looked away and blushed as he said this last to Draco. Thus the reason he
had taken himself off the dating market. "Today when I flew, that was the first
time I tried it as a calming technique; yes, it worked." This time he looked
Draco in the eye as he said this.

Draco studied Harry and then said, "Ok then, how about if we try something.
Flame up."

Harry scowled.

He coaxed, "Come on, Potter we need to see
some flames."

Still no flame.

Draco drew his katana from its sheath on
his back and swung around as if he was going after Harry's head.

Harry's emerald eyes grew large and he did
a duck and roll; coming up onto his feet engulfed in fire.

Draco smiled. "Now what you need to do is
focus on the fire; block all else out but my voice and the flame. Close your
eyes. Can you hear me?"

Harry nodded as he listened to Draco's
smooth voice. Had it always been so smooth and sleek? It was intoxicating.

Draco kept talking as he walked around
Harry. "Focus on the flame . . . let it completely engulf you . . . think of it
as an embrace . . . feel it as the black flames caress your skin . . . let it
tickle . . . "

Harry groaned but continued to focus on
the flames. He began to have a far away look on his face, this was exactly what
Draco was waiting for.

His intoxicating voice caressed Harry as
he continued, "Now, I want you to focus on pulling the flame within you. It�s
like pulling your aura in to energize your magic. Pull it into your feet, come
on, you can do it . . . that's it. Now pull the flames into your legs . . . the
fire is already apart of you . . . embrace it . . . Now you need to pull the
flames from your head and neck down into your solar plexus . . . come on Harry
focus . . . that's it, you are doing great . . . "

Draco's voice continued on in his
intoxicating resonance as he continued to circle Harry.

Time became irrelevant.

Draco's voice kept up its caress, "Now
Harry, you almost have it . . . pull the fire into your solar plexus from your
arms and hold it close . . . the longer you can hold it the stronger you will
become. Eventually you will be able to pull it from your solar plexus to exit
out of your hands. That's it you've got it. Open you eyes now." Draco was
standing close to Harry looking into his deep emerald eyes.

Harry could feel his breath upon his face,
he leaned forward to close the gap. Draco's breath hitched. Harry looked into
his silver orbs and whispered, "I want . . . need to taste you, Dray."

"Risk it." Draco whispered back.

The look on Harry's face changed in an
instant. He looked into Draco's eyes and disappeared in a flash of flame point.

Draco pulled in a desperate breath as if
his very life depended on it and whispered to the castle, "Sorry." With
this he spun around with his arms extended and yelled, "ARRRGH!!" at the top of
his lungs. All around him his environment turned to ice and snow as it was propelled from
his hands. When he was finished, the courtyard looked like a winter wonderland
and Draco was on his knees in the center of it all.

FyrToehhers watched forlornly from a
gargoyle up above.

TBC

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