Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Study Groups and the Hufflepuff ( Chapter 31 )

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 31: Study Groups and the Hufflepuff

Harry played with his quill, flicking it back and forth, back and forth across his fingers. He was in the library with a study group for the upcoming fall exams. They were coming up in two weeks, and Hermione insisted that Harry study with her and Ron, and Harry made Heero, Quatre, and Dorothy come, and they brought Rosencrantz, Barton, Maxwell, and Wufei Chang, and Chang brought Su Li, Michael Corner, Anthony Goldstein, and Goldstein brought Hannah Abbot (his girlfriend), and Hannah brought Ernie Macmillan and Zacharias Smith. After all those people were invited, Hermione sucked it up and reluctantly invited the rest of the Gryffindor seventh years, of whom only Neville showed up. So what began as an ordinary-at least, in earlier years-Trio study session, soon turned into a monstrous, seventeen-person Study Group O'Doom. With color coordinated graphs.

Hermione's voice-rather, the lack of it when she stopped talking-brought Harry out of his daze. Harry looked up, and people were switching chairs, tables, and books. It took Harry a moment, but he finally figured out that Hermione had ordered them to get into their groups. Frantic, Harry looked at Hermione's charts, trying to figure out to which group he belonged.

"You're with us, Potter," a voice said from behind Harry, tugging on his sleeve. "We're studying Herbology."

Harry blinked and grabbed his books from the table. "I knew that." Harry started to storm away from Smith, but remembered-thankfully, before he made an ass of himself-that he didn't know who the third member of their group was. Even after only a short time, he could grate on Harry's nerves like cheese through a grater. Harry allowed Smith to brush past him and lead the way to the new table.

"Hello, Su," Harry said as he sat down. Harry knew Su Li only in the vein of Quidditch. She'd become Ravenclaw's reserve Seeker last year and had advanced to regular Seeker and Captain since Cho left. "How have you been?"

"Fine," she said, her lips in a tight line. "I would be better if I'd caught the Snitch."

Harry was a bit taken aback. Had Su expected him to let her win? He chewed his lip as he thought of what to say to that.

Su looked up from her book and jumped back in her chair. "Oh, Harry, I didn't mean anything against you! It's just that I know I should have been able to catch it. After all, I was closer, and I had a straight shot to it."

Harry nodded, glad that Su wasn't angry with him. She was right, of course. She should have caught the Snitch. Harry was almost halfway across the pitch when he spotted it, and he had to get through the Chasers and Beaters-and Bludgers-in order to get to the Snitch. Sure, it hadn't been hovering behind her ear like the first legendary Potter/Malfoy game, but it was close.

Smith's hand brushed against Harry's side as Smith brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Well, enough Quidditch talk. We really should start studying. Especially since Granger's heading our way."

Harry looked up, quickly. Sure enough, Hermione was bearing down on them. Panicking, Harry opened up his book to a random page and began to read aloud from it.

"The Vine Rose, while similar in appearance to an ordinary rose, is quite different in properties and application. Known to grow only in Great Britain, it is a very rare, very coveted potions ingredient. The Vine Rose can be used as..."

***

Heero threw his quill down, frustrated beyond belief. "I don't get it," he said. He'd been trying for twenty minutes, and he still wasn't any closer to understanding-much less producing-the counter curse to the Memory Charm. Not to mention, Heero still had two weeks before he got the rest of his magic and was able to purge the conflicting magics he currently had.

The first day Heero had returned to his classes after the coma, he'd been in for a big surprise. Intellectually, he realized that the majority of the magic keeping him alive wasn't his own, but it wasn't until he failed to see anything in his scrying mirror during Divinations, was unable to change only his vocal cords during Care of Magical Creatures, and was unable to imitate Professor Lupin during Defense that Heero truly realized it. His magic was gone.

It had taken Heero a few days-wherein he cursed his family and wailed his plight for all of Gryffindor to hear-before he came to terms with his crippled state. Even though he was still more powerful than his peers, Heero knew he was handicapped compared to his brothers and Dorothy. Once again, he was the weak one.

"It's very simple," Hermione, of whom Heero had become quite fond, said. "All you have to do is point your wand at the victim, like so," Hermione manipulated the angel of his arm and the grip of his wand, "and say Memeni. Of course, unlike the Commenisse Memoria potion-which we're going to be learning all about in January-the spell only works if done very quickly after the Memory Charm has been cast, and the caster of the second charm must be stronger than the caster of the first charm."

Heero tried to commit that to memory, but his mind wandered away from it and towards the boy sitting across from him. Hermione had tried to separate boyfriends and girlfriends (and exes) into separate groups, but because there were so many students present and because each of them had unique strengths and weaknesses-not to mention classes-she wasn't able to do so perfectly. Thankfully, though, she was able to keep Harry and Neville in separate groups during all four changes.

"So, are you staying at Hogwarts for Christmas?" Duo asked innocently, while rubbing Heero's calf with his foot.

"For the most part," Heero said, trying not to purr. Duo's foot had hit a sensitive spot, and he kneaded it with his toes. "I have to leave for Yule."

"Why just the one day?" Duo's foot moved higher.

Heero quickly looked down at his book, trying his best to banish the heat slowly creeping up his face. "It's the future king's confirmation. He will become the Crown Prince, then. All must attend."

"Oh." Duo's foot crept into Heero's lap, and he shuddered.

"Oh, get a room!" Daemon said, startling Heero. He'd forgotten there was even a third member to their group, Hermione having long since moved on.

Heero loved it that Daemon was back in his life. For the first twelve years of their lives, they were best friends, brothers even. After Daemon's betrayal, Heero didn't think he would love anyone again. Of course, it didn't help that his conditioning was iron-clad until the Muggle war, when it began to break down, thanks mostly to Daemon, Duo, and Relena.

Heero looked over to Duo. "You wanna?"

Not even answering, Duo tugged Heero's hand and pulled him out of his seat, practically flying out of the library.

***

Quatre was furiously writing notes. Transfigurations was his worst subject, and even though he probably wouldn't be around to sit his NEWTs in June, he still wanted to do well on his exams. One never knew what he might need in order to defeat two Dark Lords.

The day after the full moon, Quatre and Heero had sent out scouts to roam the land and find the headquarters of Voldemort and Dr. J. Quatre's vampires were to look in the countryside, as Quatre couldn't control their beastly urges like Heero could control his wolves', and Heero's werewolves were to look in the cities. So far, neither group had reported anything back, but it had only been a couple of weeks. If they hadn't found anything by January, the triplets were going to send out more forces, branching out to the continent and maybe even the colonies.

Quatre tried to not worry about his abysmal future, tried to be as happy and carefree as his little brothers seemed to be. Well, except when it came to Neville Longbottom. Harry hadn't really gotten over the breakup yet (he hadn't even told Quatre and Heero what happened), and this caused Heero to believe Neville to be an enemy. It was quite hilarious to see kitty-Heero with raised fur, hissing at Harry's ex-boyfriend.

"Do you mind if I join your group? Mine... Well, they left."

Quatre looked up from his book long enough to see Hannah Abbot shake her head.

"No, we don't mind." She cleared the books off the fourth seat at the table, and Daemon sat down in it, directly opposite Quatre.

"We're on Transfigurations," Michael said once Daemon got settled.

"Good," Daemon replied. "I'm pretty good at that."

Quatre brightened. "Perfect. Perhaps you can help me with this, then." Quatre showed the passage in the book to Daemon. "I don't understand why it's harder to turn a porcupine into a pine cone than a pincushion."

"Well," Daemon began to explain, "it's quite simple, really. All you have to know is..."

***

Daemon was very nervous about approaching Quatre Winner about anything. Daemon had two weeks left to convince Heero and his family that he was a good person, a worthy person, but he rarely ever had the time to let Catalonia, Potter, or Winner get to know him. Daemon knew, instinctively, that if he got Winner on his side, the others would accept him into their ranks.

Daemon began explaining the theory of Transfigurations about why it was easier to transfigure an object into something that sounded like the object than something that didn't. He scooted his chair closer to Quatre, so he could talk softer and not bother their peers-or bring down the wrath of Madam Pince on him.

***

Dorothy, unfortunately, got the bad end of the stick. With all of the smart, cunning, brave people in the study group, she got stuck with the stupidest, most brainless of the lot-Neville Longbottom and Ron Weasley. It wasn't that they were bad people or even that they weren't intelligent. It was just that neither of the boys' attention was on the subject at hand. Namely, Potions. No, Longbottom's eyes stayed on Harry, every now and again flickering over to the blonde Hufflepuff Chaser whose name Dorothy didn't know. Weasley, however, just seemed dazed at even the prospect of studying. His eyes glazed over every time Dorothy mentioned anything to do with classes or studying. He'd actually fallen asleep once, which Dorothy, of course, had used to her advantage. She doubted he would ever fall asleep in her presence again.

"Look, we need to study," Dorothy said, exasperated. "That's why I came." Actually, that was a bold-faced lie. Dorothy came to keep an eye on her Niamos. She didn't get to see them much anymore-through her own eyes, anyway-what with Harry's Quidditch practices, Heero's nightly appointments with Maddy, Heero's constant clinging to Maxwell, and the triplets extra tutoring sessions with Professor Lupin, trying to figure out how they were going to defeat their "two evils."

"Mm-hm," Longbottom said, not taking his eyes off of Harry. "I quite agree."

"Oh, fine!" Dorothy huffed. She gathered her books and looked for another group to join. Spotting one with a seat free, she headed to it with a hasty, "Good-bye!" thrown back at the two Gryffindors.

Dorothy slid into the empty seat next to Trowa Barton, nodding once to Wufei Chang and another Ravenclaw-Anthony something or other.

"Okay," she said mock-brightly. "What are you boys studying?"

***

Duo pressed Heero into the wall, hungrily sucking on his neck. Heero grasped and rubbed against Duo, enjoying the feel of lean, strong arms around him and a thick, hard cock pressed against his stomach. Duo broke of Heero, gasping-that was going to leave one big hickey-and attacked Heero's mouth.

Ever since Duo and Heero got back together, they'd been going at it like a couple of newlyweds on Viagra. They were together almost every moment they were outside of class (they had yet to have another "sleep over" after the first night), and they were all over each other almost the entire time they were together.

"Wait, Duo, wait," Heero pulled away from Duo.

"What?" Duo asked, panting and bewildered. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just thought we should actually be inside the dorm before we go any further."

Understanding dawned in Duo's eyes, and he backed away from Heero. Grabbing Heero's hand, Duo shouted the password and dragged Heero through the Slytherin Common Room, down to his dorm room. Thankfully, Zabini wasn't in there, and Duo shut and locked the door.

Looking lecherously at Heero, Duo began advancing on his prey. Heero moved, forcing Duo to circle around him. Stalk him. Duo made to pounce on Heero, and Heero jumped out of the way. This game was one of Heero's favorites, so he let it continue for ten minutes before submitting to Duo, letting Duo catch him.

"Gotcha," Duo whispered, straddling Heero on the bed, holding Heero's hands above his head.

"That you did," Heero agreed.

Duo leaned down to give Heero a sloppy kiss, their tongues dancing and dueling with one another. Duo began undoing Heero's robes, but Heero stopped him.

"I have a better idea," Heero said.

"Better than this?" Duo said.

"Much better," Heero said.

Duo let go of Heero, and Heero crawled out from underneath him. Heero went to the door and put a Vanuli locking charm on it. No one was getting in here.

"So what's this wonderful idea?" Duo asked.

Heero turned around, smirking. "Do you have a camera?"

***

Harry was quite fed up with Neville's staring. Harry hadn't known about it until Su pointed it out, but afterwards, he could barely focus for thinking about it. Neville watched with narrowed eyes which turned to slits when Smith whispered a joke in Harry's ear. Neville's hands clenched when Smith touched Harry on the shoulder or squeezed his arm. Neville went purple when Harry laughed at Smith's joke and patted him on the shoulder.

It was obvious that Neville was jealous, even though be had no right to be. No right at all! He had broken up with Harry, not the other way around. Of course, to be fair, Harry wasn't sure how he would've acted in the same situation. Hmm, yes, I was wondering if I could have your virginity-as a souvenir, you see-before I leave you high and dry while I go ecstatically fuck my brothers every night for the rest of my life? Harry hadn't exactly said it like that, but that was the message Neville received. Then, of course, he broke up with Harry, but not before acquiescing to Harry's request.

The sex had been painful, rough, and awkward. Their teeth mashed together. They didn't use enough lube at first. Neville almost didn't make it to the starting line. Actually, he didn't at first, and they had to wait until he was ready again. All in all, it was nothing like what books and movies made it out to be, but it was a wonderful experience. Harry wouldn't trade it for the world.

Of course, afterwards, they didn't look at it each other as they dressed. They didn't speak as they separately left the Room of Requirement, except to confirm the dissolution of their relationship.

Since that day, the two of them barely said ten words to each other, but Harry could always feel Neville's eye son him. Watching him. If it was anyone but Neviile, Harry would have thought it creepy. Actually, Harry did find it a little creepy.

Harry just wanted the old Neville back. The Neville he fell in love with. The Neville who stuttered and laughed and lost his toad. The Neville who was horrible at Potions until he was out of the dungeons. The Neville who knew the names and properties of every one of the 172 plant species in Greenhouse 4. Harry wanted old Neville to come back and replace the new Neville-the jealous, bitter Neville.

Harry sighed. He didn't think the old Neville would ever return.

"Potter," Smith said. A hand squeezed Harry's shoulder. "Everybody's leaving."

Harry checked his watch. It wasn't time to meet with Remus yet. "I think I'll stay here a while," he said. "I need to revise more for Potions."

"Aah," Smith said, removing his hand from Harry's shoulder. "Do you mind if I stay, too? I'm pretty good at Potions, but there's still some Defense stuff I don't understand."

Harry nodded his head as he watched Neville file out with the other seventh years. "Why not?" Harry sat down in his warm seat.

Smith sat beside Harry, their thighs brushing against one another. Harry pretended not to notice.

***

"What do you need a camera for?" Duo asked, eyes wide.

"Well," Heero said, his hips swishing seductively as he walked over to the bed. "I remember making a promise to you. Now, I don't remember the exact wording, but I think my part went something along the line of 'nice pictures with naughty toys.' "

Duo's eyes went wider a he caught Heero's meaning. Then, his face fell. "I don't have a camera. Or toys."

Heero tapped his chin, thinking. He'd figured Duo wouldn't have sex toys, but he'd thought Duo would at least have a camera. A light bulb switched on over Heero's head, and he snapped his fingers.

"I know," he said. Walking over to Duo, Heero ran the tip of his wand over Duo's forehead to his chin, like a Muggle thermometer. "Danir Soril. Now, you'll remember this picture perfect."

Heero made Duo find some things that could be easily transfigured into sex toys. Things that Duo wouldn't want back. A broken watch became a cock ring. An old pen-left over from living in the Muggle world-became a dildo. Another pen became a vibrator. A beaded necklace became nipple clamps.

Finally, after everything was transfigured and cleaned, Heero had Duo sit in the chair beside his bed while Heero climbed on the bed. With the toys beside him, Heero began undressing himself-he was already painfully hard. Heero slowly unbuttoned his robe, open to reveal a button-up shirt, tie, and khaki pants. Heero loosened the tie, but kept it on as he unbuttoned the shirt. Thankful for concealing charms, Heero tossed his shirt away to reveal a perfectly smooth chest.

Heero pinched his left nipple as he toyed with the button on his pants. Moaning, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees in one quick motion. Heero climbed onto his knees and began stroking himself. He stared into Duo's eyes and momentarily, lost control of himself. He stroked himself almost to the point of orgasm, then stopped.

Carefully, so as not to touch himself, Heero reached down to grasp the cock ring. Quickly, he put it one his cock, sliding it down to the base as swiftly as possible.

With that out of the way, Heero was free to do whatever he wanted to do to his body. Heero wiggled completely out of his pants and threw them, his underwear, and his socks in the direction of the rest of his clothes.

Heero grabbed the nipple clamps and attached them to his very sensitive nipples. They were charmed to vibrate at the code word, a different word for every strength. "Coda," Heero said, and they began vibrating at the lowest setting. He would leave it up to Duo to change it as he saw fit.

Heero lay back on the bed and spread his legs as far as they would go with his feet still firmly planted on the bed. Heero used the Lubrication Charm on both himself and the dildo. Holding his breath, Heero shoved the dildo inside himself and charmed it to move on its own, leaving his hands free.

Heero closed his eyes and grabbed the headboard as the dildo slammed roughly into him time after time. "Duo!" Heero cried out as the dildo hit his prostate. "Merlin, Duo!"

Heero reached down to stroke himself with one hand-even thought he couldn't get any harder-and grabbed the vibrator with his other.

Heero screamed the charm to make the dildo hollow, and shoved the vibrator in the opening. Heero moaned and thrashed on the bed, calling out Duo's name at every wave of pleasure. He had never been this horny, this aroused, for so long. He reached down to take off the cock ring-momentarily forgetting he had an audience-and his hand was slapped away.

"You're not coming until I'm inside you," Duo growled. He tugged the vibrator out of Heero's ass, but left the dildo in. Saying the charm to increase the vibrations on the nipple clamps, Duo thrust the dildo in and out, in and out, in and out of Heero.

Heero cried, he was so hard. He felt like he was going to come, cock ring or no. "Please!" Heero begged. "Duo!"

Duo took pity on Heero and threw the dildo to one side of the bed. Wrapping Heero's legs around his waist, Duo used the Lubrication Charm on himself and plunged into Heero.

"Hnn!" Heero screamed at Duo's thrusts. Duo pounded roughly into Heero, shaking the bed. Heero grabbed the headboard, so he wouldn't get a concussion. He panted and moaned and squealed as every thrust brought him closer and closer to the brink.

Heero reached down to slip off the cock ring, but Duo slapped his hand away. Cruelly, Duo began to stroke Heero's cock, miraculously making it even harder. "Duo! Please!" Heero screamed.

Taking mercy on Heero, Duo grabbed the cock ring and slowly slid it off Heero. Duo squeezed Heero's cock, and Heero couldn't take it anymore. He came, having the strongest orgasm he'd ever had in his life. Heero was pretty sure he blacked out for a minute, but was proved wrong when Duo came right after him, spilling hot semen into Heero's ass.

Duo slumped down next to Heero, pulling out as he did so. He wiped Heero's hair off his sweaty forehead, and gave Heero's cheek a kiss before collapsing again.

"See?" Heero said. "Didn't I tell you it would be great?"

Rolling his eyes, Duo grabbed Heero's tie and dragged him down for another kiss.

Selune