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 part of a group of short drabbles that bring together the characters featured in that fic. Enjoy. Blessings. LL
If you are new to my fics, you might want to read Birthday, Black Feathers & Night Flight before or shortly after you read this fic because they are both tied together by Harry's sixteenth birthday. It can be found at my profile page. Enjoy . . .
Perspectives; Draco v Piers . . .
Presented by: imLittleLily
Sleek Perfection . . .
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, pushed and laughed together in a manner indicating close friendshhip. 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 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 turned to his friends. "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. "Damn, Draco, when did you become so thick? He's 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. "You guys are mad. 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 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. The despicable Muggle in front of him made him angry. "Sod off, Polkiss, I'm just here for class and to see D. I have nothing to do with you."
Polkiss scowled and drew up to his full height in an attempt to intimidate. 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 between them. "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., could you get any grosser?
Polkiss glared at Dudley and stomped away, joining in the lines forming for class 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!
Dudley 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, showing 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 joked, "Surely, Sev, you are jesting. UGH! You want me to go to martial arts classes with a bunch of Muggles? Are you mad?"
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 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 wondered as he watched Draco's graceful moves. 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 aloud when he moved in on Draco.
Piers' eyes skimmed over Draco's red boots. 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.
Draco doved and swung around in a defensive move that knocked Vince 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 revealed a formfitting sleeveless tee beneath. His breath hitched and Piers 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. "Harry 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. "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?"
"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.
Dudley turned, arching brows in inquiry.
Blaise smirked as he shrugged. "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'll find out what happened." Draco smirked and wagged his brows. "I have my ways you know."
D. frowned, took a bite of his hamburger, and then shook his head. "How 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.
Piers walked in.
"Damn," Dudley said under his breath and nodded slightly to his friend.
Piers made his way over to their table. Dudley noticed a slight ripple of energy pass around the table as he approached. He tried to ignore it. "Hey, Piers. Want to join?"
"I was wondering if I could talk to you for a sec?" Piers asked, and tipped his head towards the back to indicate he wanted to talk there.
"I 'spose..." Dudley stood, 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 Piers asked, "What's up with you lately, D.?"
"What do you mean?"
Piers leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. "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. waiting for explaination.
"Piers, these guys started taking class with us. Why can't you just get along with them? They're just regular guys, you know."
Piers swallowed and whispered, "I can't." He looked down at the table and then back up.
D. inhaled sharply. "You're 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. It's because I think he likes someone else."
Piers shook his head and muttered, "Someone else? Who?"
A qulam journeyed under Dudley's skin and he bit his lip, refraining from answering.
Piers' eyes were pleaded for an answer.
At last Dudley sighed and shrugged. "I'm not sure who exactly," he lied to his friend. "I only know he insists on not going out with people who have asked him when I have been with him. That's really all I know." His eyes fell to the table. You are a fucking liar, D.
Piers scowled and stood. "You still didn't answer my question, D. Maybe it 's you he likes and you just don't want to tell me?"
D. scowled and shook his head. "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 Dudley.
Draco watched Polkiss leave. He stood and strode through the door. "Polkiss."
He stopped, back rigid and turned after a silent moment. "What?"
Draco tipped his head to the side. "Is there a problem?"
Piers' brow rose as he stared at Draco. He shook his head, more in annoyance than anything else. "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, pushing 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.
Draco moved quick, hands expressing his anger. He flipped Piers and put him down, shoving his face on the pavement.
Piers squirmed in his effort to break free.
Dudley's voice cut through their expressions of combined anger . . .
"Dracoy, get off of him." Dudley and Vince stepped forward in an attempt to get through to Draco.
"Draco, 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 swore virulently.
Vince reached his hand out and grabbed Draco's shoulder and shook it. "Draco . . . Icekat now . . ."
Furious, Draco froze in position. Finally he nodded and stood in slow motion.
Dudley helped Piers to stand.
"Fucking bitch..." Piers muttered under his breath.
Draco lunged.
Vince stopped him.
Draco sneered over his friend's shoulder. "Fucking wanker, you'd 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.
"I'll catch up to you later and let you know if there is anything new," Dudley said low just before he pulled Piers away. "Come on, Piers."
Draco nodded curtly and turned away as a limo pulled to the curb to pick them up. He sighed and opened the door without waiting for the chauffeur to get it for him.
"You Okay?" Vince asked once the limo had moved 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.
(LL sneaking in tightening and editing 1-17-08 ;o)
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