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AN: Please Note; WARNING, this short fic contains implied SLASH and Strong Language. Rated M/R.
This is Segment Two in my ongoing Prequel of Beauty in Perfection; Stand by Me. It is just a group of short drabbles that bring together the characters featured in that fic. Enjoy. Blessings. LL
Summary: Draco . . . The Threaded Connections of our lives often take us to surprising places to encounter new experiences and people. It is the-boy-who-lived's sixteenth birthday. Where were you July 31, 1996?
Perspectives; Draco v Piers . . .
July 31, 1996
Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince of Slytherin at the prestigious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry walked into the Youth Center of Surrey with a feline confidence and grace unmatched by any of the other students present. He turned to his friend Vincent Crabbe and smirked as they shared a private joke.
Vincent Crabbe laughed.
He was joined by their friends, Blaise Zabini, Justin Finch-Fletchley and Gregory Goyle. They passed friendly barbs amongst themselves and pushed and laughed together in a manner that indicated that they were all close friends. They made their way into the locker room to change for their scheduled class in Muggle martial arts.
In the locker room their laughter was interrupted by the unpleasant presence of one Piers Polkiss.
Piers was talking on the locker room phone. His voice carried as it echoed off of the metal lockers, "You are late . . . damn prat is already here . . . fuck D.," his voice became muffled as he realized that he could be heard, "its not like you could blink here . . . " Piers frowned at the phone and snapped it back onto the receiver in annoyance. He turned and glared at them and stomped out of the locker room leaving behind the sound of a banging door as it swung closed.
Draco's blond brow rose as he looked after him. He turned to his friends and asked, "What's got his knickers in a twist?"
Vince smirked.
Blaise wagged his brows and grinned.
"What?" Draco reiterated as he looked from one friend to the next.
Justin smirked at the Slytherin Prince and said, "Damn, Dray, when did you become so thick? He is hot for you . . . " his voice trailed off as he ducked the towel that Draco threw at him.
Laughter escaped from Vince and Blaise as Greg shook his head at their leader. He made an obscene gesture and grunted as he teased Draco.
Draco laughed it off at first by saying, "You guys are nuts. It isn't true . . . " Realization finally sank in as his friends all just looked at him and shook their heads with an assortment of smirks and grins.
The Malfoy Glare, which was enhanced by lessons from Severus Snape, found expression upon his countenance. He continued to glare in an attempt to intimidate them. When he failed, as they continued to tease him, he turned and then stalked out of the locker room leaving his friends behind.
He was in the hall when he stopped to share that glare with Piers Polkiss. Sterling eyes, roiling with anger, glared into the brown eyes of the despicable Muggle in front of him. He sneered as he said, "Sod off, Polkiss, I am just here today for class and to see D. I have nothing to do with you."
Piers Polkiss scowled at the blond in response as he drew up to his full height in an attempt to intimidate him. He realized it didn't work and was relieved from responding to his personal realization by the entrance of D. into the Youth Center.
D. stepped up to them and said, "Ok guys, chill. We need to focus on class now, not on shag possibilities."
Draco scowled at his friend and shook his head in disgust. 'Yacky, D.,' he thought, 'could you get any grosser?'
Piers Polkiss glared at his lifelong friend and turned to join in the lines that were forming for warm-up. He made a special point of getting as far away as he could from that damned blond prat. The other side of the room wasn't far enough - UGH!
D. rolled his eyes at his friend Piers as he walked away and then he turned to Draco and whispered, "As far as I could see there weren't very many changes last night." He gave Draco a significant look as they began working through their warm-up moves.
Draco nodded in response that he understood and turned his focus to their workout. As far as he was concerned, they could discuss last night's happenings later - maybe over lunch.
Draco loved coming here, in the very center of what he jokingly called Muggleville, for these martial arts classes. He remembered when Sev had first approached him with the idea. He had smirked at his godfather and said, "Surely, Sev, you are jesting. UGH! You want me to go to martial arts classes with a bunch of Muggles? Are you crazy?"
Ah, but his godfather had understood a side of him that he himself had never acknowledged until that first class. The movements and expression of aggression in an open environment conducive to personal growth had opened a whole new world to him. He had even found a new friend in a very unexpected place.
Draco worked to pull his chi and focus to within his inner depths as he went through their basic warm-up movements. He listened to their group instructor as he went through the graceful movements. Sleek and powerful as a feline - Icekat.
Halfway through the day's class the sensei stopped and told everyone to stand around in a circle. He then called students into the center in pairs to spar.
The first two combatants called were Draco and Vince. They faced off and began their attack and defensive moves.
Piers watched with a critical eye as the pair's movements gave the impression of being perfectly choreographed. His focus became intent on the blond within the circle. He hissed without thinking when Draco made a move that caused Vince to grunt in pain.
Sleek Perfection in movement . . .
'How does he do it?' Piers thought as he watched the graceful moves of the blond, 'He is the most genderfucked person I have ever met, yet, he is also the most masculine guy in the room.' He squirmed in his effort to hide the fact that his thoughts traveled south giving rise to unrequited desires. He bit his lip and tried to steady his breathing which had sped up as the sparring match progressed.
Surreal . . . Draco seemed to exist within the mists of existence and time . . .
Piers came out of his intense irrational reality of a dream briefly when Vince grunted out loud as he moved in on Draco.
Piers' eyes skimmed over Draco's red boots as he wondered, 'Where does someone find something like those red leather boots? How can he get away with wearing them instead of using the traditional soft kung fu styled shoes? And what about that thing in his hair? What is it supposed to be, some sort of crown or something? Is he a bloody Prince in disguise?'
He inhaled sharply as Draco made a dive and swung around in a defensive move that knocked Vincent Crabbe on his back. End of match. Piers frowned as Draco grinned down at his friend and offered his hand to assist him getting up. They clapped each other on the back and made their bow of respect before leaving the circle.
Draco pulled his belt loose as he strode out of the circle and pulled his over jacket off in one smooth movement.
Piers swallowed as his gaze traveled over Draco's upper arms when he pulled his jacket off to reveal a formfitting sleeveless tee beneath. His breath hitched and he decided to make an exit to the locker room - now.
Big D. looked at Draco across the table at the small cafe where they often frequented for a quick lunch and said, "He wasn't in his room when I left for my run this morning. When I got back home he was coming out of the loo." D. shrugged and asked, "Are you sure something was supposed to happen?"
Draco nodded as he looked around the table and small cafe. He brought his focus back to his friend and said, "His sixteenth birthday is very significant. I went through a complete metamorphosis on my sixteenth birthday last month. Are you sure he didn't look any different?"
D. frowned. "Well . . . his hair seemed a little longer and he seemed a little taller, but all of that could just be that I haven't been paying much attention. What did you expect; him to sprout wings?"
Blaise laughed out loud.
D. turned arched brows to his friend in inquiry.
Blaise smirked as he shrugged and said, "You never know. That could be a possibility."
D. took a long sip of his Pepsi and asked thoughtfully, "What if you don't find out about this inheritance thing of his?"
"Oh, don't worry, I will find out what happened." Draco smirked and wagged his brows as he continued, "I have my ways you know."
D. frowned as he took a bite of his hamburger and then shook his head. "How," he asked, "will you find out if you aren't around him and what if nothing significant happened anyway? What if it was something minor like just being able to fly or run faster? How will you be able to know something like that?" D. knew he was asking crazy questions, but he really was trying to understand this magic stuff. He shook his head and then tensed up as he looked up and saw Piers walk in. 'Damn,' he thought. He swallowed and nodded slightly to his friend.
Piers made his way over to their table. D. noticed a slight ripple of energy pass around the table as he approached. He tried to ignore it as he said, "Hey, Piers. Want to join?"
Piers shook his head. "I was wondering if I could talk to you for a sec?" He tipped his head towards the back to indicate he wanted to talk there.
D.'s brow arched as he stood up. He gave a slight shrug to Draco and walked to the back booth with Piers. They sat in silence for a few moments while Piers seemed to be gathering his thoughts. Finally he asked, "What's up with you lately, D.?"
D. arched his brow and asked, "What do you mean?"
Piers leaned forward and said, "You spend way to much time with that click." He tilted his head towards the group of guys D. had been sitting with and stopped to observe that they were laughing about something as Draco did some sort of wonki thing with his hand. Piers arched his brow at that and returned his attention back to D. as he waited for him to explain.
D. sighed and said, "Piers, these guys started taking class with us. Why can't you just get along with them? They are just regular guys, you know."
Piers swallowed and whispered, "I can't." He looked down at the table and then back up into D's eyes.
D. inhaled sharply and whispered, "You are kidding me."
Piers shook his head.
"You've got to get past this, Piers. You know that don't you?"
Piers scowled and hissed, "Sure, its easy for you to say."
"That isn't why, Piers. I think he likes someone else."
Piers shook his head and muttered, "Someone else? Who?"
D. bit his lip and refrained from answering until Piers' eyes were pleading for an answer. Finally he sighed and shrugged as he said, "I'm not sure who exactly," he lied to his friend, "I only know that he insists on not going out with people who have asked him when I have been with him. That is really all that I know." His eyes fell to the table as he thought to himself, 'You are a fucking liar, D.'
Piers scowled and stood. "You still didn't answer my question, D. Maybe it is you that he likes and you just don't want to tell me?"
D. scowled up at his friend and shook his head as he answered, "You know I don't swing that way, Piers. Draco knows it, too. Besides, it isn't me."
They started walking back to the other table where Piers said his farewell to D. He turned to leave. Just outside the door he heard a voice behind him say, "Polkiss." He turned to see the blond Adonis in his exquisite splendor standing just outside the door he had just exited. His gut did a somersault as he hesitated in his step; he should at least find out what he wanted.
Draco tipped his head to the side as he studied Piers. He asked him, "Is there a problem?"
Piers' brow rose as he stared at Draco. He shook his head, more in annoyance than anything else and replied, "What if there is? I don't see what it has to do with you."
Draco stepped closer and whispered, "But I think it does have something to do with me."
Piers sneered and hissed, "Full of yourself, huh batty boy?"
Draco rolled his eyes at the derogatory name and stepped even closer. He was close enough to feel Piers' breath. It felt heated and came quicker as Draco looked into his brown eyes. He smirked and whispered, "Right back at you. I just wanted to tell you that I'm not interested. That way your feelings can be spared so that you can move on. You know . . ." Draco allowed his voice to trail off as he sent his gaze lower and then up again to stop at Piers' lips. He shook his head firmly and then stepped back.
Quick hands reached and assisted his departure as they pushed Draco roughly. Piers sneered as he projected his anger at the rejection, "You really like to camp it up, don't you?" His hands came up in anger again only to find themselves deflected this time. Piers found his face on the pavement as a gorgeous blond kneed him in the back. He squirmed in his effort to break free.
D.'s voice cut through their expressions of combined anger . . .
"Dray, get off of him. Dray . . . " D. and Vince stepped forward in an attempt to get through to their friend.
"Dray, let him go . . ." Vince said as he tried to get his friend's attention.
Draco twisted Piers' arm fiercely and pushed his knee harder into his lower back, grinding the other boy's hips and groin into the concrete.
Piers began swearing virulently.
Vince reached his hand out and grabbed Draco's shoulder and shook it. "Draco . . . Icekat, now . . ."
Sterling eyes came up and looked at his friend. Slowly Draco nodded and stood.
D. helped Piers to stand.
Piers was muttering under his breath, "Fuckin bitch . . . "
Draco lunged only to be stopped by Vince. He sneered over his friend's shoulder, "Fucking wanker, you would do well to stay away from me from now on." He gave Piers an expression of his best Malfoy Glare and flipped him the bird as his friends pooled around him in an effort to separate the combatants.
D. said, "I'll catch up to you later and let you know if there is anything new." He nodded to Draco and pulled Piers away. "Come on," he whispered to his limping friend.
Draco nodded curtly and turned away as a limo pulled up to the curb to pick them up. He sighed and opened the door without waiting for the chauffeur to get it for him.
"You Ok?" Vince asked once the limo had pulled into the street.
Draco nodded as he stared out the window in anger.
There will always be more . . .
AN: The derogatory terms used within this fic are not meant to offend. I was merely attempting to express the deep anger and frustration of both Draco and Piers.
The artful background isn't mine. It was done by somebody named Cris in 2004. Can't find them now. If you know where they are, let me know. Thanks. LL
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