Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Belles of the Ball ( Chapter 22 )

Disclaimer: I do not own any things Harry Potter-the characters, setting, plot, everything belongs to the wonderful J. K. Rowling and whomever else she decides. I do not own anything Gundam Wing-the characters, setting, plot, everything belongs to (I think) Bandai and Sunrise.

Spoilers: This fic contains spoilers for books 1-5 of Harry Potter and all of the episodes of Gundam Wing. This fic does not include Endless Waltz.

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Neville/Harry, 2x1

Category: crossover, fantasy, general

Author: Selune

Author's site: http://www.gundam-wing-universe.net/fanfiction/menu.php?id=113

Summary: Two years ago, the One Year War ended. At this time, the five heroes-the Gundam pilots-disappeared from the Muggle world. Three of them-pilots 02, 03, and 05-reappeared shortly after in the Wizarding world, as students at Hogwarts School of Witchraft and Wizardry. Now, twenty months after the fact, Heero Yuy and Quatre Winner are coming to Hogwarts, and they're bringing all of their secrets with them. The world-especially one Harry Potter-will never be the same.

Peace, Love, and Family:

The Story of the Vanuli Three

Chapter 22: Belles of the Ball

"Are you through primping your hair?" Heero asked. Harry had been standing in front of the mirror for ten minutes, trying to get it to lay flat. "It's not like you're going to wear it like that, anyway. It's got to be longer, to match the rest of us."

"Oh, leave him alone," Quatre said, sitting on a stool behind Heero. He was tugging his boots on, newly long hair falling into his eyes every time he leaned over.

"That's easy for you to say," Heero said. "All you've got left to do are your wings and mask. Even your make-up's on." Heero stood in his stocking feet. He only had his toga on. He didn't even have his shoes on! Heero had so much left to do to be ready for the party.

"Boys, boys, calm down," Dorothy said. She stood in a slip. Her hair was the only thing done, and Heero felt better that he wasn't the only one no where near ready.

It was Halloween night, the night of S.P.E.W.'s Masquerade Ball. It was all anyone had talked about for the past week. Who was wearing what, who was going with whom, and what House was likely to have the best after party. It was even money between Slytherin and Gryffindor. The ball was so important in the minds of Heero and the other sixth and seventh years that it was barely talked about when McGonagall practically took a bite out of Trelawny during breakfast one day. The Divinations professor had actually come to a meal for once and apparently said something to which McGonagall took offense.

Heero, his brothers, and Dorothy had started working on their costumes weeks ago, as soon as the first flyers were put up. They were going as fairies, but not just any fairies. They were going as the Gentry. The Gentry were closely related to the sidhe, except they were shorter and had wings. Harry had actually been the one to suggest it, thinking how ironic it would be for three people whose last name actually translated as "the fairy" to dress as such. And they couldn't exactly leave Dorothy out of it, so they were a quartet of glowing, glittery people.

"Here let me," Heero said as he saw Harry struggle with putting his wings on. Quatre had sewed the fabric together into wings, Heero had transfigured the fabric into real wing tissue, and Harry had charmed them to actually move with the shoulder blades. But they were a bitch to get on, being over five feet in length and weighing about twenty pounds.

With his wings on, all Harry had to do was grow his hair-a simple Comaugeoand it was kneelength-and put on his mask. The mask covered half of Harry's face, and it reminded Heero of the mask Milliardo wore during the war. The other half of his face-the left, as all of their masks covered the right side-was covered in dramatic make-up straight out of Cirque de Soleil.His lips were ruby red, his cheeks flushed pink with blush. The best thing was his eye make-up. Blue and glittery, it covered his entire eyelid and quite a bit of the under-eye as well. The eye shadow stretched out in a triangle to his left temple. With all of the make-up, Heero doubted anyone would recognize Harry even without the mask.

Finally, Harry got off the stool in front of the mirror and went to find his shoes. Whereas Dorothy and Quatre were wearing white patent-leather go-go boots, Heero and Harry were going to wear white sandals that laced up their legs, almost reaching their knees.

Heero went to the mirror. It was the only mirror in the room, which seemed to be a long abandoned girls' powder room on the third floor, if the over abundance of pink was any indicator. Dorothy found it sometime-she wouldn't say when-and brought Heero and his brothers here so they could all get dressed without anyone finding out what their costumes were.

Heero took a good look at himself and estimated how long it would take him to get ready. Surely, no longer that forty minutes, he thought. Smiling at his reflection, Heero began applying his make-up.

***

Quatre smiled and held his brother's hands as they walked toward the Great Hall. They were entering together, and they were going to stun all their yearmates and the sixth years. Quatre could admit it; the four of them looked ravishing.

He and Dorothy were dressed alike. Their togas, done up in Grecian style, were white as the driven snow. Their arms were bare, except for platinum armbands they were on their right biceps. Their white shoes-with just a bit of a heel, making Quatre taller than his brothers, for once-came up to just below their knees. Their eye shadow was robin's egg blue, dramatic even in pastel. Their lips were the color of orchids. Their wings were the crowning glory, though. Spanning five feet, they were the same shades as Quatre's and Dorothy's make-up. they looked delicate, as if a strong wind could break them, but they were strong. And they were beautiful.

Like Quatre and Dorothy, Heero and Harry dressed alike. Their togas, unlike Quatre's, had semi-sleeves that laced down their arms. They were a ribbon-like material that attached to the toga at the shoulder. Heero and Harry wore white sandals that laced up to their knees, the laces being of the same material as the sleeves. Heero's and Harry's make-up was darker than Quatre's and Dorothy's, done up in red and midnight blue, the end result making them appear more sensual. Their wings, like Quatre's, were in the same shades as their make-up.

All of their wings had the same basic pattern, swirls and curlicues and squiggles all over the place, even though Heero had opted to grow his own wings instead of wearing the fake ones. Quatre couldn't think of any reason he would want to do that. Quatre was very comfortable in his own body, thank you very much. No changes allowed.

"Are you ready?" Dorothy asked. She was the first in their train of fairies, Heero standing behind her, then Quatre, and Harry bringing up the caboose. All three brothers nodded at her. "Okay, then, wings up!"

Quatre flapped his wings, getting ready to take off when Dorothy opened the door. Heero and Harry did the same. Dorothy opened the door, and they flew in formation.

***

Harry stared at the Great Hall as he flew in. It looked better than for the Yule Ball in fourth year. He was more amazed than he probably should be, given that, as a member of S.P.E.W., he had to help Hermione set it up after classes and during dinner. When everyone else was eating in the dorms, they and a handful of others hung streamers, moved tables, transfigured chairs, and sliced, diced, and baked hors d'ouevres. Neville had been one of the others.

Harry and Neville hadn't really talked since their fight a couple of weeks ago. It wasn't that Harry didn't want to be with Neville. He really did. He just hated how jealous Neville got. Harry vowed to find his wayward boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) and chat him up. They would get through this, and everything would be peachy.

The little stunt Dorothy suggested a few days ago worked. Everyone stared at them as they flew into the center of the room. The wings weren't great, seeing as how they weren't real, but they could work just as well as their authentic counterparts over short distances. Harry admired Heero's ability to actually grow wings out of his back, and intellectually, he knew he had that ability, too. He just wasn't ready yet to try it out.

The Pied Piper-how Hermione got him to come, Harry didn't know-started up a new song as Harry touched ground. As they'd rehearsed, Harry found Heero and began dancing with him. They danced a slow waltz, even though the song was a fast one. As they danced, Harry realized Heero wore a clip in his hair made of crystal. It was the only present Heero accepted from Zetoth, who gave it to him after a serenade during Care of Magical Creatures on Monday.

The song ended, and Harry broke away to dance with Dorothy. Heero and Quatre waltzed beside them, the only other couple dancing. Harry could hear the whispered 'who're they?'s and the 'why are they dancing like that?'s and the 'what is that they're wearing?'s. Harry smiled to himself and continued to dance. When the second song ended, Harry broke with Dorothy and twirled to catch Quatre.

What they did was a fairly old Vanuli ritual. The flying in was their own design, but it was a Vanulian tradition to dance formally with every other unmarried attendant Vanuli, before the down and dirty stuff began. There were very few humans who knew about this ritual, or any Vanuli ritual, for that matter, so Harry and the others were confident that they could get away with it without anyone figuring out they were Vanuli.

At the end of the last slow song, it was traditional for a Vanuli to seek his favorite partner and dance with her for the rest of the night. Harry planned to do that, just not with his brothers or Naiyama. Harry searched the room, flying a little above the crowd, like an eagle circling for prey. Down at the food table, Harry spotted Neville dressed all in green. Harry landed and practically sprinted over to him.

"Hi," Harry said to Neville's back, making him jump.

"Don't do that!" Neville exclaimed, turning around. His mouth gaped open when he saw Harry, pudding almost falling out of his mouth.

Harry gently closed Neville's mouth and wiped a spot of pudding off the corner of it. "We need to talk," Harry said. He could see the cogs working in Neville's mind as he figured out exactly who Harry was. Neville scowled, and Harry figured he'd figured it out.

"I've nothing to talk to you about," Neville said, trying to walk past Harry.

"Please," Harry begged, putting a hand on Neville's chest to stop him, "just for a little bit. There's something we-I mean, me and the others," Harry turned to look back where his family had been. Only Dorothy was there, now, dancing by herself. It was just a regular dance, though. There were to be no Ameneas tonight. "We have an announcement to make tonight, but I want to tell you beforehand, give you a little more information than the general public."

"Why should I?" Neville snapped, his face angrier than Harry had ever seen him. Harry almost gave up then, but he loved Neville too much to just throw away everything.

"Please, Neville," Harry said, tugging at the fabric of Neville's shirt. "Please."

Neville must have seen something he wanted to see because he relented. "Okay," Neville said. "But not here. We'll go to the greenhouses. Professor Sprout gave me the password to open them at night."

"Okay," Harry agreed. Neville must want to be on his own territory. Not necessarily a good thing, but Harry would just settle for getting to talk to him at all. Neville started walking away, and Harry followed.

Harry tried to get one of his brothers' attention to tell them he was leaving, but he couldn't find them. And Dorothy had somehow disappeared from the dance floor. Harry sighed and went anyway. Surely, they could find him if they really needed to.

***

Dorothy felt herself get lost in the throng of dancing bodies. A song or twelve ago, the humans had gotten up enough courage to dance around her. As the rhythm of the song got faster and more wild, so did those dancing around her. One of them-a tall, black Gryffindor who seemed vaguely familiar-actually asked to dance with her. She turned him down, of course, but she had to admit she was impressed with his courage. She just didn't have time to be dancing with boys who weren't her own.

In light of the occasion-and the fact that anyone out of diapers was in the Great Hall-Dorothy turned off most of her spider-spies, leaving only those watching her Niamos, a few at the entrance gate, and a few more spread out in the Great Hall. If the spiders were less active, the opportunity for her getting caught with them was diminished. Doing so allowed to her watch her boys more closely, anyway, with less eyes to divide her attention.

Quatre talked to a Ravenclaw girl near the stage about a brand new potion that was going to revolutionize the cancer care field. It could seek out specific types of cells and instead of killing them, it actually changed the structure, making them healthy again. Or something like that. Dorothy didn't pay too much attention to conversations as long as her boys were safe. Besides, Quatre was most likely praising the potion so highly because his sister invented it.

Heero camped out at the punchbowl, pretending not to watch the Grim Reaper three feet to his left. It must be Maxwell, Dorothy thought. Even after two weeks, Dorothy hadn't found out what Maxwell meant when he said he slept with Heero. Surely, if it was anytime recently, Heero wouldn't be able to hide it. She would figure it out eventually.

But in the meantime, Harry was... Where was Harry? Dorothy couldn't see him. He wasn't in the Great Hall. Dorothy stopped dancing, forcing herself to remain calm. Panicking would not help at a time like this. So she couldn't find Harry? Fine. She would just activate more spiders. She pushed her way out of the crowd, shoving anyone who didn't move voluntarily. She went over to the chairs and tables, pushed someone out of the nearest seat, and sat down.

Where could Harry be? she asked herself, systematically checking off spots as her spies searched them. He wasn't in Gryffindor Tower. Or in the Room of Requirement. Or in the Hospital Wing. He wasn't in Slytherin, though Dorothy had no idea why he would want to be. It was drafty in the dungeons. Harry wasn't in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. He wasn't in any of the used classrooms. Or the unused ones. He wasn't anywhere in the castle.

Dorothy could feel herself start to panic. Where could he be? Forcing herself to take deep, steady breaths calmed her down a little bit, but not much. He's not inside the castle, so he must be outside of it, somewhere. Maybe he's outside. The Quidditch pitch! Maybe he's there. Dorothy leapt up at her burst of genius. She paced over to the food area while ordering a horde of spiders to check outside-even the Forbidden Forest. She hoped her influence would hold that far.

Crunch.

Dorothy stopped pacing to look at what she'd stepped on. A spider, already dead from the looks of it. Probably the culprit that lost her boy.

Dorothy focused once again on her spiders. Spider 673 saw a couple necking in the garden. Maybe that's him,, she thought, ordering the spider to get closer. It wasn't them, but it did give Dorothy an idea. Harry had been complaining about his boyfriend, a Herbology freak, for some time now.

Where might a wanna-be Herbologist go to kiss and make up?she thought. Why, where he fells safe. And where would he feel safe? Perhaps, perhaps, the greenhouses.

Dorothy ordered every free spider to get over there. It didn't take long after that, and she found them. Harry and Longbottom, chatting it up. Dorothy knew it wasn't any of her business, but after the scare Harry gave her, he deserved to be spied on.

"You would seriously make me choose?" Harry asked. He licked his lips the same way he did when Heero or Quatre did or said something absolutely ridiculous. "Surely, you're joking. After I told you what they mean to me. It would be stupid to ask such a thing."

"Then I guess I'm stupid, Harry," Neville said. They were sitting on a newly installed bench inside Greenhouse 3. There was nothing dangerous around them. Neville played with some type of vine curled up on his shoulder. He didn't look at Harry. "I've seen the way you look at them, eyes glazed over with lust. Hell, Harry, I lust after them, and I can barely stand them. They're your friends. I don't see how you can resist that."

"So that's it then?" Harry asked. He had tears in his eyes, but he brushed them away before Neville saw. "You have no willpower, so nobody else must either?"

It pissed off Dorothy to no end. No human, no anything was allowed to hurt her Harry like that. She wouldn't let it happen. Checking on her other two boys again, Dorothy stormed out of the Great Hall.

Hell hath no fury-nor gives out punishments-quite like a momma whose baby has been scorned.

***

Heero stared at Duo's back. It was a nice back, firm and lean. Heero wanted to touch it, wanted to glide his hands over it as Duo made love to him, wanted to lick and nibble it. It was a nice back. It was such a shame Duo covered it with a hump. Standing next to the Grim Reaper-better known as Trowa Barton-stood Quasimodo, the bell ringer. Even under the cloth and padding, Heero could tell it was a nice back.

The butt wasn't too bad, either.

Heero longed to go over an take Duo in his arms. Kiss him nice and good. The fairy and the freak, locked in love's warm embrace. He didn't dare, though. Not in front of all these people. And definitely not tonight.

Tonight, Heero had a vision to fulfill. it came to him, like a Gundam bellyflopping in the ocean, when he flew into the Great Hall. It made Heero glad he listened to his instincts when getting dressed and didn't wear the fake wings, growing his own instead. It made him happy he always wore his anklet, too. Every little bit would help.

Heero was poked on the shoulder, and he jumped, startled. He turned around to see Quatre holding out his hand.

"Want to dance, brother," Quatre asked.

Heero nodded and took Quatre's hand. It won't be long now, he thought, spying Daemon dancing with a brunette not to far from them. Daphne. Daphne Greengrass, Heero thought about the girl.

He had to get in position. Heero and Quatre entered the throng of dancers, and it instantly parted. Probably because of Quatre's blonde hair. Earlier, Heero had seen Dorothy shoving people left, right, and down to get off the dance floor. Quatre looked remarkably like her in his costume.

"How should we dance?" Quatre whispered in Heero's ear.

"Let's just let the song take us where it wants us to go," Heero said as the Pied Piper went into a beautiful rendition of "Jekyll, Hyde, and the Werewolf." It was a dangerous way for them to dance in this crowd of unknowing humans. Heero was willing to risk that he and Quatre could refrain from changing their dancing into a full blown Amenea.

It wouldn't be that long, now, anyway, until Heero's vision came true.

***

"Oh, oh god," Harry moaned. Neville's head was in his lap, doing things he never thought Neville would do. "Neville, aah, Neville," he panted.

The two had made up spectacularly fast after Harry almost cried. Neville had never seen him cry, and it drove home to Neville how much he meant to Harry. That, coupled with a fantastic snog session and what Neville was doing now made Harry quite sure they were back together.

Neville was still fully clothed in what he said was a real nineteenth century Master Herbologist uniform. His great-great-something or other grandad wore it. Harry was fully clothed, too, and he'd never been happier to wear what pretty much amounted to a skirt. Neville had just flipped it up and started going at it. Rather, at him.

"God, do that again," Harry said when Neville licked at his top, in the slit. Neville did so, and Harry jerked with pleasure. He'd never had a blow job before. All he and Neville ever did before was kiss.

"I'm-I'm gonna-" he said before coming. Neville pulled back just in time, and most of it hit him in the face instead of the mouth. Neville muttered a cleaning spell on both of them before pulling himself up to sit on the bench beside Harry. Harry slumped against its back, panting slightly.

"God, that was good," Harry said when he could breathe properly. "If that's the kiss and make up part, let's fight every day." Harry pulled Neville onto him for a kiss. It tasted salty, but otherwise, not too bad. He grinned lecherously at his boyfriend. "On the other hand, we could just skip the fight and go straight to the make up."

Harry groped under Neville's tunic and found his cock, standing at attention. Harry pulled at it, stroking it with one hand, and tried to find the zipper with the other. Neville's pants grew harsher as Harry jerked him off, dragging Harry's other hand onto his cock.

"This is fine," he said, panting. "The zip's in the back."

Harry wanked Neville with both hands over his costume. He got down from the bench and kneeled on the ground, like Neville had before. Harry put his mouth over Neville's clothed erection, sucking as much as he could with the costume still on.

"Here," Neville said, rolling down his pants when Harry lifted his head. He must have unzipped them while Harry was...otherwise occupied.

Harry stared at Neville's swollen, purple cock. He tentatively put his hands on it, stroking up and down. Neville's hand tangled in the back of Harry's hair, and Harry knelt in to suck at Neville's cock. It wasn't the best tasting thing in the world, but Neville liked it. It didn't taste too bad, at least. Harry sucked at the top of Neville's cock, and his hands took care of everything else. Neville didn't mind much, if his moaning and panting were indications.

"Oh, Merlin," Neville moaned one last time and came in Harry's throat.

***

Quatre could tell something was up with Heero. He was acting strangely, looking at the band and the other dancers every three minutes. Quatre had timed it. He was going to find out what the problem was.

"Heero," Quatre said in his serious "I know something's up, so don't even try to lie" voice. "What are are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Heero said, his eyes jerking back to rest on Quatre. "I'm dancing."

"I know something's the matter," Quatre said. He stopped dancing, forcing Heero to stop, too. "Tell me."

***

Dorothy ran out of the castle. It didn't take her long to get to the greenhouses, but when she did, she decided not to go in. No mother want to see her child's sex life in surround sound, high definition reality. She turned away, started to walk back to the castle. She still had about an hour until the unmasking.

When Dorothy reached the castle, she looked back at the grounds. If asked, she wouldn't be able to say why, she just felt as if she had to. It was a good thing she did, though. In the distance, she saw a yellow light. It was pretty, but it shouldn't be there. Dorothy knew where all the outside lights were, and there definitely wasn't one there, unless it was a recent addition. Dorothy walked back on the grass to get a better look at it, but she didn't have to.

My God, she thought as she figured out what it was. Harry!Dorothy ran in the direction of the greenhouse to save her Niamo.

Too late, she realized it wasn't following her, it wasn't going toward the greenhouse. But that meant-

Heero. Quatre.

***

"Come on, Heero," Quatre said, staring into his brother's eyes. Heero had the poker face of a champion, but his eyes could never hide his feelings. "Tell me what's wrong.'

"Okay," Heero said, turning his head away from Quatre to scan the room. Quatre didn't like it-Heero never gave up that easily. "I had a vision."

Oh.Well, that would explain Heero's behavior. A little, anyway. Especially if it was supposed to happen soon. "What kind of vison?" Quatre asked. It had to be pretty bad, if it got Heero this worked up.

"It's pretty bad," Heero said. He started them dancing again when a couple bumped into them, cursing at them to get out of the way.

"Tell me about it," Quatre said, putting his head on Heero's shoulder, drawing his brother close to him. "It usually helps to talk about it." Heero knew this, of course. It was the first thing in the books they'd been reading. Quatre felt Heero turn his head again to look at the crowd again. "Tell me in Japanese, then, if you're worried about someone hearing."

"I can't," Heero said. Quatre felt liquid trickling down his neck. Heero was crying. "I'm sorry."

The pain came to Quatre unexpectedly, originating at his waist, where Heero held him, spreading throughout his body. He was on fire. It felt like an electrical shock, like he got once when he was little and put his finger in an outlet. It came from Heero, and that in itself was unbelievable. Heero had never purposefully hurt Quatre. It was unthinkable.

Heero let go, and the pain stopped, except for the aftershocks. It made Quatre stumble, the combination of the loss of support and electricity. Quatre saw Heero's face as he fell in the crowd of dancing bodies. He was crying, but not much. His eye shadow was slightly smudged, the triangle becoming more of a blob.

Heero said it once more, "I'm sorry," and he flew up, out of Quatre's line of sight.

The world exploded into a brilliant yellow light, and Quatre felt, rather than saw, the broken wings as Heero crashed down.

Selune