Disclaimer: This is not mine- any of the ideas. I will admit that the compilation of these ideas might possibly have been conceived by me, but that too is iffy. The plot, however, is mine. What a crappy disclaimer…. And this is so rated 'R'…

Authours Note: Sentient buildings and Rooms idea borrowed ever-so-slightly from 'Spindles End' by Robin McKinley. Salamander idea borrowed a-bit-more-obviously from 'The Fire Rose' by Mercedes Lackey. Read them both, they're a lot better than 'very good'.

Title: Fire Darling

DEDICATION: impishatremis--- cuz yes, I do have turrets

Harry called the fire to his hand again, staring with rapt fascination at the dancing flames. They swirled and glided over his palm, they wrapped around his fingers like a long lost lover. The brilliant blue at their heart eased to a blinding white that made dark shadows twist across the floor.

Harry flicked his fingers towards the ceiling and the flames grew. The flames no longer licked at his fingers and caressed his palm, they extended and shot to the sky- always staying connected to Harry. The blue feet of the flame tapped out a pattern on his hand while its torso swayed and bent in the slight breeze from the open window. Little flicks of silver flame reached out to stroke Harry's cheek, and he leaned into the touch.

He stared at the flame dancing in his hand, dancing for the sheer joy of the movement. White flames flickered at the top, like hair drifting about the head of the dancer. Harry closed his fist slowly and the flames retreated, coming down off of their high and back to his hand. The flames spread from his palm to his wrist, from his wrist to his elbow, and from his elbow to his shoulder.

The fiery glove cradled him, the rushing of the flames a soft voice singing in his ear. Harry relaxed into his chair and let the fire do as it willed, just watching the sight of his arm engulfed in blue and white flame.

The Room of Requirement was silent, as Harry was the only one here. Hermione had forbidden him from releasing his fire in the Tower after he had accidentally burned her, and so he had wandered to the Room. Looking at the hallway where he was to make his request, all he had wanted was a fire retardant room where he could just relax and enjoy himself. Nothing more, nothing less.

The Room had provided for him, and now Harry was spending all of his free time here, just letting his fire play and frolic and dance. He could hear a soft voice whispering in his ear, and smiled. His magic always had been a vocal creature. There was a peace in this room, a peace brought about by lack of expectations and cares and worries.

Here, Harry could finally be who he wanted to be, he could do what he wanted to do. He didn't have to worry about what Hermione was going to think when she saw him letting his fire out again, he didn't have to worry about scaring his roommates or the Firsties. Here, he was free.

Harry sat upright and his fire came to attention… like a dog whose master has just called its name. He stood and walked to the center of the room, his fire hissing encouragements into his ear. Harry held his free arm out and brought the engulfed one close to it, and let his left arm catch fire. He sighed contentedly as the flames danced for joy at the freedom to move, and twined around his arms like snakes of flame.

He didn't hear the door open, but when an oh-so-familiar voice spoke, he sighed.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Malfoy's voice was frigid, and Harry frowned gently. Here in this beautiful warmth with his dancing and joyous flames caressing his body and relaxing him, he didn't want to deal with the Ice Prince of Slytherin. Harry turned around, and Malfoy froze as he took in the sight that was Harry Potter.

His arms were covered in leaping blue and silvery-white flames, the shadows adding a hint of mystery to the Gryffindor's face. He seemed to be in no pain, though, and from what Draco could tell he'd interrupted the other teen. But Draco could not find it in him to leave the other boy to himself. He had come to the Room looking for a place to shed his human skin and take on his Animagus form. And right now, the temptation was overwhelming.

Harry watched Draco curiously as the blonde came closer, seemingly unafraid of the fire dancing along his arms. In point of fact, the Slytherin seemed just as fascinated as Harry usually was. It was such a shocking thing for Harry to see that that he didn't notice Draco coming closer and closer until the flames reached for the blonde's robes.

Harry jerked back, but Draco wrapped a pale, elegant hand around Harry's wrist and pulled the Gryffindor close. The flames leaped, delirious with joy, from one to the other and back again, until both were lit with the blue and silvery-white flames that had coated Harry.

Harry relaxed into Draco's embrace abruptly once he realized the blonde was unharmed, and seemingly healthy. And when he glanced up at the aristocratic face above his, he saw the unaccountable bliss etched onto Draco's features. Harry stared for a moment, but reached up a flame-bathed hand to cup the delicate arch of Draco's cheekbone. The fire flared at the contact, and licked Draco's ear. But the flames merely played with the alabaster skin before moving on, combing through the Slytherin's hair and leaving only ribbons and sparks behind.

Draco moaned at the feeling of these flames caressing his body, and unconsciously held Harry tighter. He felt the flames dance across his skin, his clothing, his hair. He felt the irrational urge to strip and let the flames flit over his body as he called up his other form. He looked to Harry and saw the other boy beaming gently up at him. And for a moment, Draco could hardly breathe.

In a flash he had captured those enticing lips, moaning and holding Harry closer as wave after wave of fire crashed through his body. He was melting from the heat of the flames dancing through his system, melting from the feel of Harry Potter's mouth against his own, melting into the flames that surrounded and upheld him.

He bathed in Harry's fire, he drank it down, he took it. And Harry gave it to him, gave it to Draco freely because finally he had found someone to share this with, someone who was not afraid of the fire but craved it as he did. He let his fire consume his reason, his worries, his fears, and let the flames whisper their intriguing ideas into his ear. Harry felt Draco's mouth move away from his lips and moaned at the loss of contact, but gasped as those same lips attacked his throat. Draco sucked in Harry's fire as much as his skin, finding more satisfaction than he could have reasonably expected from the action.

Harry provided the fire, Draco took it. Harry was the fire, Draco bathed in it. Harry made the flames higher and stronger and hotter and Draco dragged Harry to the floor with him as his bones melted under the erotic heat. Harry straddled Draco's waist, pulling the blonde up for a needy kiss as the flames cooed at and surrounded them.

Draco heard the voices in the rushing of the flame, but focused in on the smaller boy demanding his attention. He held the boy close to his body, shivering as the flames licked his chest and danced across the fabric. Harry barely needed any encouraging before he was rocking against Draco, emerald eyes glazed and lit with an eerie silver that matched the color of the flames winding about them and drawing them ever closer together.

Draco held onto Harry's waist as the teen knelt above him and gripped his hips, and watched, fascinated by the enraptured ecstasy that was overcoming Harry's face. They moved together, spurred on by the heated whispers of the flames that encased their bodies and made it impossible to see what they were doing. If anyone had walked in just then, they would have run out screaming for the entire center of the room was a blazing furnace.

Draco bit his lip as he rocked harder against the boy above him, and smiled grimly at the feel of the blood racing down his chin. One of the flames that decorated his body and tormented him darted in and licked at it, once, twice, thrice before darting away and exploring his ear. They were breathing the fire in, and exhaling flames that giggled and laughed as they were released. It was far too much for Draco, who slammed them together and they cried out as their minds whited-out from the bliss, and for a while the only sound in the Room was the chuckling of the flames that bound them together.

Finally Harry picked his head up from where it was resting on Draco's chest and chanced a smile at the other boy. The Slytherin returned it, and ran a hand through Harry's wild locks. The flames laughed gleefully as they followed Draco's motion and left ribbons of fire gracing their Master's hair.

"Can you call them in?" Draco asked softly, more amazed at the perfect fit of Harry in his arms than anything else. Harry nodded as he sat, and- still straddling Draco's waist- clapped his hands together and held his right hand out, palm up. The flames resisted for a moment, clinging to Draco as they tried to escape Harry's command, but eventually they flew to Harry and coiled up in his palm sulkily.

Harry laughed, and petted the pouting flames with one gentle finger. "I don't think they were quite done with you, Draco," he pointed out, his voice merry. He glanced at the boy beneath him after a moment, and cocked his head. "Why could you touch them? And- you know- do all that other… stuff… with them?"

Draco sat up and scooted out from under Harry. "I'll show you, but you can't tell anyone, Harry. You have to promise me that."

Harry nodded, and added, "I swear." Draco debated for a moment, then stood. In one fluid motion, he turned from ordinary Draco Malfoy to something else. He was about three feet long with blue scales highlighted with silver. He was vaguely lizard-like, but he was as close to a lizard as deformed Hephaestus was to Aphrodite. He spun in a lazy circle in mid air, and Harry gasped as recognition hit him.

"You're a Salamander!" The Gryffindor said, eyes lighting as Draco drifted nearer to him. "No wonder you could stand to be in my flames." Draco draped his body over Harry's arm, and placed his chin in the palm of Harry's hand. The flames chattered excitedly as they swarmed the Animagus' body, swathing him in flames the color of his scales. Harry stroked Draco's back gently, and chuckled when he felt the rumbling purr emanating from the Salamander.

"I gather you're Unregistered," Harry said, and smiled as Draco reared his head up and looked at him in what he could only describe as sarcastic contempt. "Of course; you would have be," Harry went on, still stroking the Salamander's back. "The Ministry would have a fit that Draco Malfoy's Animagus form was a Magical Creature. If they found out it's a Salamander, well." Harry unconsciously brought Draco closer to his chest, and finished his thought softly, "I don't think they'd ever let you live a normal life."

Draco rubbed the top of his head against the underside of Harry's chin, and Harry managed a smile. The flames darted here and there as the two teens rested, winding about their bodies and chasing the chill from the Room. Draco released Harry's arm after a moment, and stood on the Gryffindor's chest. In a flash Draco was back as a human, straddling Harry's waist with his hands on either side of the teens head.

Harry smiled and reached for the blonde as the flames went wild, covering Draco's body from head to toe in a sheet of bluish fire. Draco met Harry's lips eagerly, wondering vaguely what he had done to deserve this. But the warm heat of the flames, the electric feel of those same flames caressing his body everywhere as Harry clung to him and offered Draco everything-- he had to stop thinking.

Breaking apart with a gasp as the need for air became urgent, Draco leaned his head against Harry's. "I'm glad I found this room." Harry smiled, and surged forward so that Draco was kneeling and Harry was between his legs.

"I'm glad you walked in on me." Harry watched as his flames stroked Draco's cheek, and combed his hair and dove beneath his clothing. Draco's arms tightened on the Gryffindor as the flames ecstatically did Harry's bidding, and Harry grinned at the sight of unadulterated pleasure crossing the Slytherin's face and shining from beneath his half-lidded eyes.

Grabbing Draco's hair and meeting him for a blazing kiss, Harry smiled. He had finally found someone to share his gift with, and if the spasms rocking through Draco's body were any indication, the blonde wasn't going anywhere.

And Harry could live with that.

"Harry!" Hermione's scandalized voice broke through the boys thoughts, and he frowned up at her. "Where have you been all weekend!?" The entire Hall could hear her shrill question, and Harry frowned for a moment more. But then memories started to dance through his head, and a satisfied smile came to rest on his lips. His eyes darted up to search out Draco from under his lashes, and he bit his lip as he saw the Slytherin.

Draco reached out to one of the candles lighting Slytherin Table, and cupped the flame. Holding it in his palm, he made sure his House wasn't watching him. As Harry's eyes heated and became edged in burning silver, Draco let the fire dance along his hand, allowing it to twine around his fingers before returning it to the wick.

Harry glanced up at Hermione, who paled at the sight of the flames dancing behind his eyes. "I was busy." Standing abruptly and walking out of the Great Hall, Harry hurried to the Room. He wouldn't have long before Draco got there, and he wanted everything to be perfect.

Five minutes later when Draco edged inside the door, the Room was blazing. Fire danced and twined through the furniture of the Room, leaving nary a trace of its passage. Harry stood in the center of the blaze, dressed only in his flames and Draco's abandoned robe. In a heartbeat Draco was undressed and next to his Gryffindor, desperately reaching for both teen and flame, needing the contact.

As the two bodies writhed on the floor accompanied by the flames that licked at pale and golden skin, a deep chuckle was heard. Neither boy noticed it, but the flames grew greater, higher, hotter, and spun faster and faster around the two teens, obstructing the view of their Masters in ecstasy.

And as time held still, the Room looked on in pleased triumph, and Hogwarts chuckled again.

If anyone wants to do FanArt for this fic, you are more than welcome to. I would really, really love to see some of the stuff depicted in this fic in paint/computer graphics/ sketches/whatever you really talented people use. Just an idea… lol.

And thanks for all your wonderful reviews! You guys mean the world to me, honestly. I'll miss you all when I leave for Boot Camp again, but never fear! This is a finished fic, and if I don't get to post all 7 chapters before I leave, I've shown my sister how to post for me. So there shouldn't (note the emphasis, lol) be any problems with updates.

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