Fire and Flight

by sarenelsoria

Harry Potter transforms into a Phoenix, without any memory of being human and flies to find his destined one.Draco Malfoy is a veela and wakes up one morning to find his mate in his bed,he believes his mate to be an highly intelligent animal. A Prophesy is spoken about how Great Britain's Wizards need to try to understand each other,or face war, until both sides are wiped m/m

4. Chapter 4

Chapter Four

He awoke later and frowned as he opened his eyes and saw Draco staring down at him, from a close distance away. He moved back too quick and wound up cracking heads with Draco. "Ow!" He said.

"Bloody hell Potter." Draco said.

"Its just slightly creepy to wake up and have you staring at me like that, was I snoring or something?"

"No but you do tend to talk in your sleep. Do you really want me to wear a wedding dress? I mean I will if you will, I think you'd look good in a dress." Draco said and Harry smiled.

"Draco?"

"Yes, what is it, do you need anything, because I can get the House Elf."

"There's no need to be nervous, we need each other."

"Perhaps Potter I want more out of life then a partner that 'needs me'. Perhaps I don't know, I'd like it if you actually like me."

"Maybe I will, once we get to know each other better. We know a bit about each other, such as I know that you tend to try to not a big deal of your emotions and most likely won't like discussing them with me."

"How do you know that?"

"Because of the bathroom in sixth year, did I ever actually apologize for that."

"I doubt you did so and meant it, it's alright the scars healed with my transformation and I was about to cast Crucio on you anyway. I remember your face and know you never meant to cast such a horrible curse on me. However it was very stupid of you to cast magic at another person, without the effect of the magic your casting being known to you."

"It said for enemies."

"Yes, but that could have meant anything, from a simple lets make X's skin glow green, to a death spell."

"There are more death spells then the killing curse?"

"Yes but the killing curse is the most final and easy to cast." Draco said. "Still hit someone with a severing curse the right way and their death will be much more agonizing then if you used a simple killing curse." He said and Harry frowned, before deciding to drop the subject.

"Hey your Father drugged me."

"Yes well he tends to do that often to those he cares about, mostly when we're being stupid and not letting ourselves heal enough. Most of our family and friends know not to trust the potions he gives us."

"Then why does he do it?"

"Because he can get away with it, we're kind of stuck with him and Father is really protective of those that align themselves to him. Though admittedly Mr. Goyle and Mr. Crabbe fall for it more often."

"That's really weird, you know that right?" Harry asked and Draco shrugged.

"Its just Father, Slytherins will do any means necessary to get what they want." Draco said. "Its a common fact, some might consider it a personality flaw, but in Slytherin such behavior is encouraged and you leave school knowing that no matter what happens, you will get what you want out of life. You just have to stick with it and out stubborn, out smart and out play those around you."

"Out play?"

"Of course, you can get the rest of the other houses for the first two, the last however would be the other Slytherins, who are your greatest competition." Draco said and Harry stared at him.

"Well compared to that, Gryffindor was easy, even with me trying to stop Voldemort."

"Right because between a murderous Dark Lord and a group of young adults, I'd pick the murderous Dark Lord. Just so we're clear, I'm very good at this game we call life, care to wager?"

"Game called life?" Harry asked. "Life isn't a game, it's a way of keeping ahead of your enemies, as far as you can, for as long as you can."

"Wow Potter you can really be a downer sometimes." Draco said and relaxed back against the pillow. "Though considering what you went through, I can see why you think that way."

"That's ever so encouraging." Harry said and sighed sitting fully upright and taking off the headscarf, before scratching at his hair.

"Careful of the...Its gone back to black, sure its streaked and looks a bit like flame, but its died down quite a bit from before."

"Really?" Harry asked and looked into the mirror. "Wow that's great!"

"Potter you are an imbecile." Draco said and Harry stared at his hair aghast as it roared back to flame, sticking up on end. "Just as easy to provoke as ever, eh Potter?"

"Maybe we should call each other by our first names, we are going to be married soon after all. Wait who will have to change their name?"

"Generally speaking the submissive does, but since you are the heir to two Lordships, maybe we should have three children and name them respectively."

"Except that one of us would have to be pregnant three times and I don't fancy that."

"Actually we could have three babies at once, but that's a moot point until we mate in truth, according to our species. I suppose that giant rock was an offering for me to accept your courtship?"

Harry frowned a moment, before his instincts flared and he bobbed his head up and down. "Yeah I think."

"Do try to have a modicum of restraint Po-Harry." Draco said and Harry laughed.

"Why, when it annoys you so much?"

"Perhaps its better not to get on one another's nerves and push one another's buttons?"

"Why not, I mean I don't really see the harm, Hermione and Ron bicker all the time."

"Yes well I'd prefer not to bicker all the time, family life should be idyllic from the outside, if it isn't from the inside."

"What could possibly wrong with your family life?" Harry demanded. "Anyway if its something we both enjoy, what could be the harm?"

"The harm is that our children will pick it up from us and go to far because they're kids." Draco said.

"Yes well I want kids eventually, but I want to get my life sorted first. After all I'd hate to have kids and not know how to control my little fiery problem." Harry said and Draco laughed.

"Well that shouldn't be a problem, your fire won't hurt our kids, because they would be part of us. For the rest of it, I'm not quite ready to have kids either, but we don't want to wait too long, because Mother will never let us hear the end of it until we have them, if we keep her waiting." Draco said and Harry smiled.

"I'd like to get to know your Mum better, your Dad is a little weird, but he seems cool enough."

"My Father is a pureblood wizard and my Mother is a pureblood witch, there are certain aspects to our society that might seem strange to you, because you weren't raised in it."

"That's alright, I'm used to strange, in fact I'd be a bit put out if the bugger didn't come knocking at my door so to speak. I mean really who in the world does all the stuff that's happened to me, happen to?"

"Harry Potter." Draco said and Harry cuffed him lightly on the shoulder, before he got a hard punch to his face. "Don't hit me Potter! Never hit me."

"Bloody hell Draco, I think you broke my nose and it was just a light slap. I mean really don't you purebloods ever jokingly hit one another?"

"No we don't and really how stupid is it to do that? What does it accomplish?"

"Its just a kind of, your alright gesture I guess, can't say for certain. Quite frankly I've never thought of it."

"Let me see your nose." Draco said and took out his wand.

"Why so you can do more damage, no thanks." Harry said and frowned. "What happened to my wand anyway?"

"Apparently it burned in the fire you started when you changed to a phoenix for the first time."

"I liked that wand." Harry said and Draco nodded.

"Nothing is like your first wand, even though you gave mine back to me, it wasn't ever really the same afterward. I had to get another one from a wand shop in Germany, it actually suits me much better. Still you get attached to your first wand don't you, My Dad still keeps his in his bedside table."

"You mean that cane wasn't his first?"

"Course not, only Lords of Houses can have canes and they are called staffs, not canes. Staffs are more powerful then wands, because they are longer and tend to carry more magic...Episkey." Draco said and Harry frowned at him, before gently checking his nose. "Here have one of my handkerchiefs, I have plenty." Draco said and handed an embroidered handkerchief to Harry. "They are self cleaning, if you want we can get some, as well as update your wardrobe. I happen to like looking good and thanks to Mother know all the latest fashions."

"Which would catch fire the second they are on me." Harry said.

"Not if we get them lined in dragon leather, or have a fireproofing spell placed both inside and outside of them."

"Just realized that other then the bandages, I'm not really wearing anything am I?" Harry asked and Draco looked wide-eyed. "I mean I'm not shy, being in a dorm room for seven years tends to stop a bloke from being shy. Still this whole thing between us is pretty new and I don't feel entirely comfortable." Harry said and frowned. "And I need to use the loo, where is it?"

"Just head for that door." Draco said and Harry nodded, standing and frowning slightly.

"I look like a bloody Mummy, or a accident victim." Harry said and Draco laughed, as Harry made his way to the bathroom. He unwrapped the bandage around his hips and stared down at himself. It looked like his cock was on fire, he stared at it, a bit freaked out about it, but it felt fine. He wondered briefly what Malfoy would think of that, before the fire on him grew and started to send off sparks, as he grew slightly aroused. Harry frowned, he had no desire to burn their bed, when they were ready to be together as a couple. He wondered if there might be a potion that helped with his flames. He used the bathroom and retied the bandage around himself. "Do you think I could wear clothes, just to get me to a clothing store that can put the spells I need on what clothing I buy?"

"You should rest for a few more days, Father said that after using a fair amount of magic, phoenixes tend to do nothing but hunt, eat and sleep for the next several days."

"Well I've never been all that great at resting."

"Too bad that you're married to the champion of sleeping in." Draco said and Harry laughed.

"Yeah well I suppose you need your beauty sleep." Harry said and Draco nodded.

"Otherwise I look a fright, my skin is not the type to withstand little sleep, it makes me look like a inferni and feel like clawing someone's eyes out."

"Alright then, we'll have to make sure you get enough shut eye then, won't we luv?" Harry asked teasingly and regretted it.

"You love me?" Draco asked.

"Not yet, you?"

"No, I don't know you and well I'm taking a potion to suppress my veela so I can get to know you."

"That sounds dangerous."

"Not really, I've been taking it for over a year now, since my seventeenth birthday, it makes me think like a wizard instead of like a veela."

"Sounds to me as though when you go off it, the veela could be stronger then ever."

"It could be, but I wanted to win my mate without allure and if my veela side wasn't suppressed, I don't think I could stop myself from using it on you."

"Your very alluring all on your own Draco, but I don't want my...our first time together to be when we don't love each other. I'd feel as though I'd be taking advantage of the bond between us, though my phoenix is yelling at me to grab that fine ass."

"Who's to say Potter, it might be your ass I'm grabbing."

"Is there anyway to determine dominance?" Harry asked and Draco frowned.

"Not without stopping the potion, in any event I'd rather get to know you, before my veela takes over and claims you." Draco said and Harry smiled.

"So there's a Muggle game, called twenty questions, want to drink with me and play?"

"Why not, its not like I'm going anywhere, I always keep a bottle of fire whiskey and some glasses in a trap door I made over winter break one year." Draco said. "Its right under the left corner of the bed." He said and Harry nodded, before finding the whiskey and two glasses, he filled both and handed one to Draco, before draining it. It tasted sweet to Harry, without that much of a burn and it felt comforting.

"Its better to sip at, but when in Atlantis..." Draco said and slammed back the shot. Harry poured another two and turned to Draco.

"So the game is simple, I'll ask a question and if you don't want to answer it, you take a shot." Harry said. "No question can be asked twice."

"Sounds fair, so who goes first?"

"I will." Harry said and smiled. "Lets get an easy one out of the way, what's your favorite color?"

"Emerald green, now, before that it was blue. What's your favorite color."

"You can't return a question with a question, I have always liked red, not a deep Gryffindor red, but the red you see in the flames sometimes, if you stare long enough. When I was young, my family didn't have a fireplace, but my neighbor was a squib and she had one. I used to go over to her house and stare at the fire for ages. So favorite book?"

"When I was a kid, or now?"

"Either?"

"When I was a kid I liked the Many Adventures of Merlin. Most likely most of them weren't things that Merlin actually ever did, but I wanted to be a great wizard like Merlin. When I got older my favorite book became one hundred and one potions, I know how to brew all the potions in the book now. So what are you thinking of doing now that you can't become an auror?"

"Well I can't work in Saint Mungos, not without everyone asking me to help this person, or that person. I want to help people, but I'm not big on self-sacrifice or pain. I mean if I need to do it, I will, but I'd much prefer to keep living and having a life I can enjoy."

"That's fair enough." Draco said. "No one would blame you if you wanted to live your life that way Harry."

"Thanks, I think the only reason they want me is to use me at any rate and I hate being used."

"Well your Harry Potter, people will be trying to use you for the rest of your life, but they will have to come through me, my family and our allies now." Draco said.

"You said earlier that your Dad is protective of people who align themselves with him, is there more to that then your telling me?"

"Pass." Draco said and gulped back a shot. "Have you ever had sex with anyone?"

Harry stared at him taken aback for a second, but he'd known this question would come eventually. "No, have you?"

"You never did it, even with a madman on your heels?"

"That's another question Draco, now answer mine."

"Fine, I've done it once, the first time was with Pansy, which made her even more clingy then before and was too much effort to bother with again. It was when I was sixteen and going through a bad time, before my Father told me of my heritage, otherwise I would have saved myself for you." Draco said and Harry frowned.

"Its not like we didn't have lives before we knew each other and do you really want me to answer that question, or do you want to ask another?"

"Can you answer the one I asked?"

"Well I just kind of thought that it would be unfair to the girl I was with, if I got romantically involved with them and I died. I mean I wasn't expecting survive to my eighteenth birthday, not with Voldemort and most of the wizard world after me. I also didn't want to get that close to someone, because I was worried about endangering them. After the war, Ginny and I agreed to wait until she finished Hogwarts."

"Saint Potter strikes again." Draco said and Harry smiled.

"So what's your favorite Qudditch team?"

"I like the Kestrels, Hogarth Harlsley is magic on a broom." Draco said.

"Should I be worried?" Harry joked.

"No questions twice Harry, now who's your favorite Qudditch team?"

"Haven't watched enough games to have a favorite."

"You haven't?" Draco asked looking as though that was a crime against humanity or something.

"Question Draco," Harry reminded. "Its my turn to ask. So what was your favorite subject in school and why."

"Technically that's two questions, but I loved potions. Not just because my Godfather was the teacher, but also because there's something about making them fascinates me. I love the way they come together under my hands and how if you do it just right, it will be perfect every time. So why haven't you watched enough Quidditch games?"

"I was raised by Muggles and I had to stay there every summer to maintain the blood wards, that gave me and their family protection. When I could go to the Weasleys they were too poor to go to the games and I didn't want to make them feel bad by offering to take them. We used to listen on the wireless and it was wicked, but not the same as seeing a game, you know."

"Yeah I do, we've got to go to a game sometime together."

"Alright its a date." Harry said and both boys blushed. Harry cleared his throat somewhat uncomfortably. "So do you cook then?"

"The Houselves tend to cook, its considered a faux pas to do something so plebian as cooking, within a wizard household. Do you cook?"

"Yes and I love it, I'm afraid that I won't be able to give it up, just because its uncouth to cook. So what's your favorite song?"

"Pass." Draco said and blushed, before taking another shot. "Is there any question you don't want me to ask?"

"Pass." Harry said and drank a shot, no way was he talking with Draco about his relatives. "Other then the manor, did you spend time anywhere else growing up?"

"I used to go to France the most, but I've really been all over Europe and my Father took me to India once, when my Mother had a intensive course with a client. So why don't you want me to ask you that question?"

"That's kind of asking the same question twice, you want to get me drunk, don't you Draco?" Harry teased and Draco nodded.

"Only fair after all, your getting me hammered."

"Then answer more of my questions, pass." Harry said and took a sip of the shot, this time allowing himself to savor the taste slightly. "So what does your Mother do?"

"She teaches comportment to Pureblood families, or those marrying into Pureblood families. When I was little she used to have classes for kids my age, to help foster bonds between me and my peers." Draco said and smiled. "So other then Ginny, who did you have a crush on at school?"

"Cho Chang and looking back I might have been a bit taken with Cedric Diggery." Harry said and Draco nodded.

"Diggery was quite handsome." He agreed and Harry frowned.

"Can we change the subject?"

"Of course, what is your favorite food?"

"Pizza, or fish and chips." Harry said.

"What are those things, they don't sound appetizing."

"I'll have to make them for you sometime, since you took my question as literal, I'll do the same for you and ask two in return. Fish and chips are beer battered fish that is then fried with potatoes cut into small strips. As for pizza, is round shaped dough, covered with sauce and toppings, but the main ingredient for traditional pizza is tomato sauce and cheese. I used to make them for the Dursleys sometimes. So what animal did you want most as a pet when you were a kid?"

"I wanted a puppy, but Father pointed out that I wouldn't be allowed to take it to Hogwarts with me and bought me Twigs instead, when he was just this fuzzy owlet."

"I see and would you still want a puppy?"

"Puppies aren't practical, I'd rather get a magical pet that could do something, if I wanted to buy a pet that is. So what was your favorite subject in school?"

"Defense, but you knew that, my least favorite was divination, though making up ways I'd meet a terrible end was fun and oddly enough I got good marks in that class, but I didn't do as well on the practical."

"If you don't have the sight, divination is a waste of time."

"I guess that's true, so what's your favorite movie?"

"I don't know what a movie is, I guess I'll have to pass since I can't answer that."

"You don't know what a...Oh that's right wizards don't have telly."

"I don't know what a telly is." Draco said.

"Oh its short for television, its a screen that Muggles use to make moving, talking pictures on. Sort of like wizard photographs, but a lot longer and in depth."

"So what is your favorite kind of Movie?" Draco asked.

"I like action films the best, but comedies are good too." Harry replied and watched as Draco drank more of the fire whiskey. "So why don't you want to answer my questions?"

"Pass." Draco said and took a shot of fire whiskey. "What was your favorite present as a kid?"

"Depends on what you mean by kid, I mean I'd still consider a thirteen year old to be a kid."

"That's fine, I assume it was your firebolt?"

"Yeah that was wicked, now I love it because my Godfather gave it...It got destroyed didn't it, in the fire, along with everything else?"

"Actually although the room you were sleeping in was pretty badly damaged, most of the rest of the house was fine, as long as you didn't keep it in your room, it should have made it out alright."

"Well that's good news at least." Harry said. "Guess it's your turn then, if we're playing by the rule that when you ask a question in your answer it is your question.

"I kind of like it that way, its more fun." Draco said and belched. "Pardon me."

"Its fine." Harry said, as he watched Draco recline against the bedpost.

"If I asked you, would you kiss me?" Draco asked and Harry stared at him, his words were slightly slurred and his eyes weren't as bright as they seemed to.

"Depends on when, not right now, not while your drunk, but maybe later." Harry said and Draco smiled.

"Later then, I'll ask you and you'll kiss me."

"Depends how I'm feeling, how drunk are you Draco?"

"Been more wasted before, this game is fun." He replied. "Would you really like me to wear a dress?"

"Not if you didn't want to, but I think you'd look sexy as hell in a kilt. I saw this guy while I was on the run wearing one and he looked really hot." Harry said and smiled at Draco. "Would you like to see me in a dress?"

"Yes, you'd look sexy and you'd be submissive." Draco said and Harry frowned. "Do you think your dominant to me?"

"I don't know, I think it could go either way quite frankly. I never imagined I'd be taken by a guy, but it doesn't entirely repulse me." Harry said. "So how do Purebloods see the world differently then other wizards?"

"Maintaining the balance is important to us, we re-re, like each other, even if we have dark or...

"Light." Harry supplied.

"Light magic, not like..."Draco's eyes closed for a moment, before snapping open. "Other wizards, who don't like each other and don't re-respect the bal-bal..."

"Balance." Harry said and Draco nodded.

"Drink Harry, so I'm not the only one drunk." Draco said and Harry shrugged, before pouring several more shots for himself and tasting them, as he knocked them back. He loved the taste of fire whiskey, but frowned, always before this had been enough to send him reeling.

"That was good." Harry said and smiled at Draco, he supposed he would have to pretend to be drunk, to continue talking with Draco. He wondered if maybe there was a potion he could drink that mimicked the effects of alcohol. Draco had six shots, which was enough to get you pretty drunk, but Harry didn't feel it at all.

"Your flame is pretty, pretty flame!" Draco said and laughed, before reaching up and touching Harry's hair, Harry groaned as he felt pleasure ripple through him. He moved his head so Draco could access his hair more easily. "You like that don't you, my pretty kitty."

"Its nice, it comforts me and well it feels nice." Harry said and blushed, despite being honorable he was a man and he really didn't want this to stop.

"Nice how?"

"One question Draco, is there a way I can make you feel nice?" Harry asked his instincts taking over, all he wanted to do now was please his destined one, as his destined one was pleasing him. He moaned and kissed his destined, tasting the fire on his tongue, as his mate moaned and dug tiny claws into his hair. They fought for dominance, neither giving any ground, plundering each other's mouths. Harry's hands shot up to Draco's hair, pulling off the ribbon and running his fingers through it.

"Need to move." Draco moaned when he pulled away for a short time. "Don't want to..."

"Right the bed." Harry said and picked up Draco in his arms, nuzzling the other boy, trying to find his lips, to touch as much of him, as he possibly could. He went to the bathroom and ran a bath, before getting them both into it, he stroked Draco's back and kissed him, smiling as Draco responded to his caresses.

For Draco it felt like everything was Harry, the room was spinning and spots kept coming in and out, but all that mattered was Harry and how Harry was making him feel. He felt his wings trying to break free and let them, they flew back from his shoulders, white in his passion, as they would be black for his anger. Harry gasped and stopped kissing him for a moment. "Don' stop."

"You're so beautiful, my angel." Harry said and nipped at Draco's neck, Draco frowned digging tiny claws into Harry.

"You not my dom-boss." Draco said and Harry smiled.

"Oh my beautiful little bird, soon you will be singing another tune." He said and took Draco's claws in his own hand, smiling as Draco fought him, the phoenix inside of him leaving no thoughts in his head, but those of claiming his destined one. He sucked at Draco's neck, while his mate struggled at first, Thunder soon had him making little calls of pleasure, he let go of his mate's hands and feasted on his neck, stroking the feathers which were softer then anything Harry had ever felt before. He smiled as he heard his destined one calling out into him in pleasure, calling for him to start the joining dance. He smiled, this day would be for his destined one, he would pleasure him, until the memory of the other that had had him would be distant and hardly thought of. He continued to trace his mouth down Draco's skin, his fingers gently pulling off Draco's pajamas as he went. He smiled as his veela moaned and shuddered as he pleasured him, smiled knowing that soon the man he held would be just as lost to his instincts as Thunder was. Thunder wasn't as interested in the man, as the glimpse of the veela that rested inside of him. He played and teased the man's skin, toying with him, until he was begging for more, pleading with his other half to give it to him. "First you must let me inside you little bird, let me feel you around me and bask in your warmth. Then I will give you more then you can stand." The veela so close to the surface broke through and stared at Thunder a moment, before lowering its gaze. "Oh my beautiful one, you see don't you, you see so clearly who is dominant here and who is submissive. Will you allow me to make love to you this night?"

The veela stared at him a long moment, before nodding, the only thing it could do as the transformation had caused it to be unable to communicate in any other way. A beautiful scent filled the air, driving Thunder wild and sending him half crazed with mating need. He flipped his little bird to his back and took him from behind, trying to be as gentle as he could, yet the mating scent was all around him and the veela who was clearly a little minx wanted him wild and uncontrolled. The veela got what it wanted alright, as Thunder lost himself to the urge of joining together, he felt their souls coming together and aligning, all that remained was for their other halves to love each other, as much as Thunder loved his veela. "We'll have to come up with a name for you, my lovely one. I quite like the name you saw fit to give me, it suits me well." Thunder said and kissed the back of the veela's neck, he smiled as the veela sent more allure to him and cradled the veela against him, as he took him from behind, he caressed his veela's chest and stomach, back and wings, as he made love to him. Finally he spent himself and frowned as the scent of the allure faded and his veela went boneless.

He stepped from the water, checking his veela to make sure that he was alright. He smiled when he saw his veela sleeping, and smiled even more when the veela turned towards him in sleep and let out a little purr. He climbed from the tub, draining the water and wrapping the bandages around himself. He wrapped them as sparsely as he could, while remaining covered and put the head covering back on. He then moved into the bedroom setting his veela on the bed, who was now sleeping soundly. Already Thunder could feel the small spark of life being made when he touched his veela, he would need to carefully erect a nest for his beautiful mate, a nest worthy of such a creature. Yet how could he build such a nest, when he didn't have access to his true form? What did humans like for nests anyway, perhaps the other that resided within him would know. He hoped that the other would not be too angry at him, but Thunder couldn't help his nature and the other had been drinking enough firewater to call him forth several times over.

Thunder sighed, breathing in the scent of his mate deeply and snuggled close to him happily. His mate's length was still hard, yet Thunder didn't want to pleasure him in his sleep, that would tarnish the night they had together, cheapen it somehow. Thunder sighed and closed his eyes, before going to sleep.