Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Goes to Hogwarts ❯ A Band-Aid and a Kiss ( Chapter 15 )

Chapter 15: A Band-Aid and a Kiss

Trowa stuck his head into Quatre's office. “Say, Quatre, can you do a farseeing for me?”

“I suppose. What for?”

“I want to find Gift, if he's awake. Hagrid's still pretty broken up over Buckbeak. He's still struggling with the appeal and I thought meeting a talking dragon would cheer him up.”

Quatre scowled. “You seem awfully concerned about Hagrid.”

“Come on, be nice. Hagrid's a nice guy.” Trowa grinned. “I'll thank you properly for the favor tonight.”

Quatre sighed. “Oh, very well, if you insist. But you realize we're in the reality of a book. Gift might not exist here.”

“Sure he will. Knowing your magic, I bet he got sucked in too.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I just mean your magic is very powerful!” Trowa amended hastily.

“Hmm…”

“You're a fantastic sorcerer, Quatre. I'm sure Merlin would be amazed by how advanced you've become.”

“Nice save,” Quatre muttered. He rummaged in his desk for a mirror. “You're just lucky Roku gave me one of his mirrors.” Quatre shook his head. “The kid keeps producing them for no apparent reason. He seems to have a passion for making stuff out of nothing.” Quatre laid the small hand mirror flat on the desk and stood up so he could lean over it. He muttered a spell and studied the mirror intently. “Ah, there he is. It looks like he just woke up.” He murmured another spell and watched as the scene rapidly changed. “Hmm. That doesn't seem too far from here. It looks like he's living in a cave in the Forbidden Forest now. Or maybe his cave got absorbed by the Forbidden Forest. Anyway, I have the route memorized, so next time we see Duo, he can pick it out of my brain and stuff it into yours.”

“Ok.”

Quatre put the mirror back in his desk drawer. “So, I'm not doing anything right now. You can thank me now.”

Trowa grinned and put his arms around Quatre's waist. “Oh, really? You always say doing it in the middle of the day is extravagant.”

“Well, I'm feeling extravagant.”

“Extravagant? That's a nice word for it. I'm feeling extravagant too. In fact, my extravagance is really big right now. I think we should rub our extravagances together.”

“You're disgusting.”

“If you'd rather, I can stick my extravagance into your indulgence.”

Quatre giggled. “That's really disgusting!”

Trowa snuggled Quatre's ear. “So do I get to enjoy your favors?”

“Of course.”

“I thought of a new position to try.”

Quatre paled. “Not a new one! The last one nearly broke my hip!”

“This one's not as acrobatic.”

“By whose standards? You're a circus performer!”

“Trust me! You'll have no trouble getting into this position. And we won't need any props this time. I don't want you to get another rope burn.”

Quatre groaned. “I do not have a good feeling about this.”

“But I'll give you a very good feeling once we get going.”

“I just know I'm going to regret this.”

“You'll love it. It's gonna be great.”

Sometime later, Treize and Zechs came back to the suite.

“What's that groaning sound?” Zechs wondered.

“Sounds like Quatre,” Treize said.

“Really?” Zechs listened and then his cheeks colored slightly. “You don't suppose Trowa is experimenting again? That boy is getting very creative.”

“I'll say. You wouldn't even let me try the last thing he came up with.”

“Quatre's a lot shorter than me!” Zechs exclaimed.

“Height has nothing to do with it.”

“And anyway, there's no way I could keep my legs in that position!”

“That's what the rope is for.” Treize grinned. “You sure you don't want to try it? Quatre looked really satisfied last time.”

“He was also walking like his hip was out of the socket.”

“You're no fun.”

“Oh?” Zechs lifted an eyebrow. “So if I was to say something like I'm aching with need and desperate to have you inside me, you wouldn't be willing to just do it the old-fashioned way?”

Treize blinked. “Are you?”

Zechs tipped his head forward so his bangs spilled over his eyes. “Why don't you take me into the bedroom and find out?”

Treize grabbed Zechs by the hand and pulled him into their bedroom.

That evening, Quatre was utterly blissful. “What a lovely evening!” he greeted the others cheerfully as they assembled in the common room before dinner. “I must say, I have a bit of an appetite tonight.”

“I should think so,” said Duo, “after all that fucking.”

“Quit eavesdropping on my pleasurable memories,” Quatre said airily.

“Then quit thinking them at me!” Duo complained. He squinted at Trowa. “I see what you did. That's pretty cool. Hey, Wu-Fei, I want to try something after dinner tonight.”

“What?”

“Weren't you paying attention? Trowa and Quatre did a new position. It looks great. I want to try it.”

Wu-Fei paled. “I'm not trying any more of Trowa's crazy sex positions. Human bodies were not meant to contort like that.”

“Nonsense! Acrobats do that kind of stuff all the time.”

“I'm not an acrobat!”

“But you're an exceptional physical specimen with highly refined reflexes,” Duo said.

Wu-Fei scowled. “Just because I like to stay fit does not mean it's so you can fuck me while I'm standing on my head!”

“Oh?” Duo slipped an arm around Wu-Fei's waist. “You mean you're not keeping this hot, tight body all buff and sexy just for me?”

“No!” Wu-Fei tried to shove Duo away.

“What if I scratch your scales while we're doing it? And I'll oil you all over afterward. Heero will help me, won't you, Heero?”

“You do look a little flaky,” Heero said.

“I'm sure he means your skin,” Duo stage-whispered.

Wu-Fei successfully shoved Duo away. “I know he means my skin!”

Roku came bounding through the door with Alexa and Jett clinging to his tail. “What's keeping you guys? It's time for dinner. Quit talking about sex! There's a special feast tonight because of the final Quidditch match tomorrow. Let's go! Let's go!” He bounded back through the door, still dragging Jett and Alexa.

“I guess it's time to eat,” Quatre said dryly.

The feast was indeed festive, with decorations in the colors of Gryffindor and Slytherin festooning the walls and students from the rival houses shouting good-natured insults across the hall. Everyone heaped encouragement on their Quidditch team players. The Gryffindors were especially excited because they were sure they would win with Harry competing on his Firebolt broomstick again.

The excitement was even thicker at breakfast the next morning and everyone headed to the Quidditch field as soon as they had eaten. The Gundam pilots all walked down together. Duo walked between Heero and Wu-Fei, holding their hands and swinging them back and forth cheerfully.

“Man, I feel great!” Duo said.

“I have to admit, I feel pretty good, too,” Wu-Fei said. “I think you scratched off all the loose scales last night.”

“I certainly hope so,” Heero said. “There were an awful lot of them.”

“I hope you saved them,” Quatre spoke up.

“We did. We put them in a jar for you.”

“Great. I'll have to see how much Roku's holding for me. There might be enough to make another dragon-scale shirt.”

“I want it!” Duo exclaimed. “I want to wear a piece of Wu-Fei close to my heart!”

“Sheesh!” Wu-Fei muttered, but there was a hint of a smile on his face.

“By the way, Hadeya,” Treize spoke up with an innocent expression, “I heard you come back to the suite rather late last night. Or should I say rather early this morning?”

Hadeya blushed. “Well, you see, I received an invitation for a, um, tryst from, ah, one or two girls so I was kind of busy last night.”

“Was it one girl or two girls?” Treize questioned with a straight face.

“Well, it started out with just two girls,” Hadeya said quickly, his cheeks flaming, “but there seemed to be around six by the end.”

“Six girls?”

“Or maybe eight.”

“You're not sure?”

“Well, it is possible there were more. They kept coming and going, so I sort of lost track of how many I did it with. And I think there were repeaters.”

“This is your influence, Duo!” Heero growled.

“Hey, you're his father!” Duo protested. “It's not my fault he inherited your great big…”

“Students approaching!” Quatre interrupted loudly.

Duo fell silent with a grin as they arrived at the Quidditch field and were surrounded by excited fans. They climbed up into the stands and found seats among a mass of students wearing the red and yellow of Gryffindor. Most of them were furiously waving flags and shouting excitedly for no reason. Then the players came out onto the field and mounted their broomsticks and the crowd really got loud.

“Harry flies really fast,” Alexa said.

“He certainly does,” Treize agreed. “A Gundam would be faster, though.”

“But less maneuverable,” Zechs pointed out.

“True, but you can't fall off a Gundam.”

“Harry won't fall off,” Alexa said. “He's really good.”

Then the match started and everyone got caught up in the competition. It was an exciting match that bordered on a brawl, punctuated at the end by a thrilling, high-speed dive by Harry to catch the Snitch just in front of Draco's outstretched fingers. The roar of the crowd was deafening. Gryffindor fans raced onto the field to lift their team onto their shoulders and parade them about, shouting the whole time and generally acting like idiots.

“So did you make money on this game, too?” Heero asked Duo with a slight frown.

“Nah, I felt a little guilty about taking advantage of the Slytherins again.”

“Duo felt guilty?” Zechs murmured in surprise. “That has to be a first.”

“I do have a conscience!”

“Imagine that!”

“Humph!” Duo stuck his nose in the air.

“I want to congratulate Harry,” Alexa complained, “but I can't get through.”

“GET OUTTA THE WAY!” Jett shouted.

In front of them, people were mowed down and tumbled across the ground like pill bugs, opening up a clear path to where Harry was being carried on people's shoulders, except at the moment he was hanging on precariously to his broomstick with one hand and had a huge tuft of Ron's hair in the other to keep from being knocked to the ground.

“Now you can reach him,” Jett said.

“Goody!” Alexa dashed down the open path.

Heero had a hand over his face and Duo was wearing a rather sheepish grin.

“Um… Jett?” said Duo. “You probably shouldn't shout people out of the way like that.”

“I don't think anyone's hurt,” Roku said, “and anyway, did you notice that her shout stopped right at Harry? That's pretty good control.”

“Roku makes a good point,” Treize agreed. “That is very good control.”

“Why wouldn't she be able to do that?” Duo said proudly, forgetting that he was supposed to be admonishing Jett. “If she can selectively control her frequency, why not the pressure waves she produces?”

Heero folded his arms. “We're all very proud of Jett,” he said sternly, “but that does not mean she isn't getting in trouble for shouting people over.”

Jett hung her head. “I'm sorry.”

“That's better.” Heero patted her on the head.

“That's it?” Quatre said. “You're a pretty easy Dad, Heero.”

“She apologized.”

“Right.”

The euphoria after the Gryffindor victory lasted only until everyone realized that it was now time to study for exams. While Harry would normally be found studying with his friends in the Gryffindor common room, sometimes he would go with Roku and study in the Gundam pilots' sitting room for a change of pace. Hermione was getting rather frantic as exams neared and Ron was very gloomy, so sometimes Harry just found it more relaxing to spend time with someone else. He and Roku would usually study until just before lights out and then walk back to Gryffindor tower for bed.

“We're late!” Harry said worriedly as they hurried back one evening a few days after the Quidditch final. “We'll miss lights out!”

“That's ok. We'll just get yelled at.”

“You don't care about getting yelled at?”

Roku shrugged. “It doesn't hurt and it makes the grownups feel better. Sometimes I'll do stuff just so they have a reason to yell at me. It's good for them. It relieves their stress.”

Harry stared. “You're really weird.”

Roku grinned. “I know.”

“Well, if it isn't the annoying Harry Potter out roaming the halls after hours!”

Harry cringed at the sound of that smooth supercilious voice. “It's not after hours yet, Mr. Malfoy,” he retorted hotly.

“Perhaps.” Lucius Malfoy sneered. “But I imagine you are still up to no good.”

“We've just been studying and now we're going to bed,” Harry snapped. “If you'll please excuse us!” He stomped past Lucius with an angry glower on his face.

Lucius' superior laugh wafted after them as he continued on his way down a staircase.

“I loathe that man,” Harry growled under his breath.

“He is kind of irritating.”

Harry stopped abruptly. “What… What's that?!” he exclaimed in alarm, pointing a shaking finger at a long, thin shape that was sliding along the base of the wall ahead of them.

“Oh, there you are!” Roku said. He strolled over and casually picked up what appeared to be a long snake.

“Is that a snake?” Harry asked. He moved closer.

“It's Papa Trowa's staff. He's been looking for it for days now.”

The snake blinked at Roku and then turned to Harry. “Good evening, Harry Potter. It's a pleasure to meet you at last,” the staff hissed.

“How do you know who I am?” Harry unconsciously hissed back.

“One cannot live in Hogwarts and not know about you,” the staff replied. “The girls often talk about you in their dorm rooms at night.”

“They do?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Wait a minute! What were you doing in girls' dorm rooms?”

The snake flicked its tongue out in a hissy chuckle. “Where else would I go to see them undressed? There were too many bubbles in the bathing rooms.”

Harry's cheeks turned bright red. “You… were... looking at naked girls?”

“Ah, yes!” the snake sighed. “It is my favorite pastime.”

“So what are you doing out in the hall?”

“Changing dorms, of course. It occurred to me that the Slytherin girls might not be afraid of a snake. They might even enjoy cuddling up with one.”

Harry's cheeks flushed red again. “The Slytherin dorm is in the dungeon.”

“So I recently learned,” the staff hissed. “I was following a youth in Slytherin garb when he was taken aside and punished by an older man. So now I am trying to find it on my own. You wouldn't happen to know the way?”

“Just keep going down. I'm sure you'll find it.” Then Harry paused. “You said you saw a kid in Slytherin robes getting beat up by a man?”

“Yes. Back there.” The staff pointed its nose toward a hallway they had just passed and wriggled out of Roku's hands. “Tell my master I will return in another few days.”

“Uh, ok.”

The staff slithered off, humming quietly to itself.

“You speak good snake,” Roku said.

“I guess so.” Harry looked down the hall. “The snake said some Slytherin was beaten up back there. We should probably go look and make sure he's all right.”

“Ok.”

Harry and Roku went to the hallway the staff had pointed out and started down. It was quite dark and Harry's steps naturally slowed, but Roku strode along confidently.

“It's Draco,” Roku said. “He's at the end of the hall.”

“Oh.” Harry scowled. “Maybe we should just leave him, then.”

“He's crying.”

“What?!”

“He's crying,” Roku repeated. “And I smell blood.”

“Blood?!” Without thinking, Harry hurried down the hall, running one hand along the wall so he could tell where he was going.

There was a window at the end of the hall and there was just enough light to make out Draco huddled against the wall underneath the window, his head buried in his arms.

“Are you all right, Malfoy?” Harry put a tentative hand on Draco's shoulder.

Draco immediately shoved it away. “Come to laugh at me, have you, Potter?” Draco snapped, but his voice shook. “Come to tell me how I can't do anything right, too?”

Harry blinked at Roku. “Is that what your father said?”

Draco's head snapped up. “What do you know about that?! Were you eavesdropping?!”

“No! But someone told us that they saw a kid getting beat up…” Harry trailed off. Even in the dim light, the bruises showed on Draco's pale skin and the trickle of blood from his split lip stood out. “Maybe you should go to the infirmary.”

“No!” Draco ducked his head. “I don't want anyone to know.” A faint sob escaped him. “But I guess it doesn't matter now. You'll run and tell everyone and I'll be a laughingstock.”

Harry frowned. “I won't tell anyone. Are you badly hurt?”

Draco shook his head. “He just smacked me around.” He scrubbed his nose with his sleeve, smearing the blood on his lip. “He was angry because I lost the Quidditch match and from before, when we tried to scare you with the fake dementor. He said I was an embarrassment.” Draco sniffed and fresh tears spilled from his eyes. “I think he hates me!”

“I doubt that,” Harry said, but he threw a confused look at Roku.

Roku shrugged and produced a first aid kit. “Let's clean you up a little.”

Draco just sat there while Roku and Harry cleaned his face and bandaged his knuckles where he had skinned them on the wall.

“Now we're all out after hours,” Harry said quietly. “If we get caught now, we'll get a detention.”

“I don't care,” Draco muttered.

“I'll go check,” Roku said. “I'll make sure we don't run into anyone.” He put the first aid kit away and trotted off down the hall.

Harry held a hand out to Draco. “Let's go.”

Draco grabbed his hand, but instead of letting Harry pull him to his feet, he tugged hard and Harry fell into his lap.

“Wha…?” Harry yelped.

“Do you hate me, Harry?” Draco whispered.

“Well… umm…”

“You do, don't you?” Draco's face was just inches from Harry's. “I wish we could be friends,” he said quietly. He looked directly into Harry's eyes. “I wish we could be friends the way Roku's parents are friends.” And he kissed Harry right on the mouth.

Harry was so stunned he did not even try to get away.

“You two should stop kissing now,” Roku said. “We need to go while no one's around.”

Harry shoved Draco away and scrambled to his feet. “We're not kissing!”

“Oh?” said Roku. “That looked an awful lot like kissing the way your lips were touching and all.”

“It wasn't!” Harry exclaimed and he raced off down the hall.

Roku sighed. “He's going to get caught making that much noise. Maybe you shouldn't have kissed him out of the blue like that.”

Draco twisted his hands together. “I don't know why I did that.”

“You like him. That's pretty obvious.”

“It is?” Draco's flush made his bruises stand out even more.

“Well, it is to me. Come on. I'll walk you back to your dorm so you don't get caught.”

“Shouldn't you make sure Harry doesn't get caught?”

“Too late.” Roku grinned. “He just ran into Professor McGonagall.”