Story: Love and Lust

Author: mugwumps and gillyweed

Summary: What happens when three new students join the Hogwarts student body in the fifth year? And what happens when the new students start to shake things up at our beautiful Hoggywarts? Slash and probably very graphic scenes!!! Possible pairings Harry/Ron Draco/mystery character Harry/mystery character Ron/mystery character Harry/Ron/mystery characters and more!!! You'll have to review and give me ideas.

A/N: This is a kinda crossover (meaning two or more stories are intertwined). The only real crossover part is two characters join Hogwarts. Other than that, it is a Harry Potter story. Also, if you start to guess who the characters are, just keep reading. Its probably going to become pretty obvious but don't skip ahead. Also, if you think it is a dumb idea, don't give up on it. It will be fun. You'll end up liking it. Just please don't give up when you get half way through. Thank you kind readers:) R&R!!! Flames welcome.

Chapter 1: You're a wizard and so is your schoolmate

Basketball practices, musical rehearsals, dates with his" favorite girl"...those were all over. He broke up with her four months ago. Yeah she was pretty and yeah she was a great person but he couldn't just lead her on like on. He didn't like her like that and he never would no matter how much he tried. He was gay and he couldn't just try to make his feelings go away. He wanted to not be. He knew life would be so much easier.

But now he was on his way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a school he didn't know existed until a few months ago. He had spent all summer preparing for this. He still was a little confused about how it happened...

-Flasback to three months ago-

"Son, come down here!!!"

The brunette started to worry. His dad only called him when he was in trouble or when he wanted to play some ball and he was already exhausted from their game of one-on-one about an hour ago. He started descending the stairs and entered the kitchen where his parents were seated around the kitchen table. There were two sticks on the table. Maybe they were playing a small game of pick up sticks?...hopeful...but highly improbable...

"Son, take a seat." His father seemed paler than usual and he wouldn't look his son in the eyes as if he would turn to stone if he did.

When he sat down, he began to worry. His parents looked like they hadn't slept in days and they seemed to be very nervous about something. Come to think of it, he noticed his dad was unusually slow in their game today. "Are you guys okay? Is there something wrong?" The worry in his voice was apparent.

This time his mother spoke. "Its hard to explain. When you were born, is was evident that you were special. You began to shows signs of it before you turned three. You were born with a gift. A gift that I was also born with, but that your father was not." She seemed to be fumbling around for words and was on the brink of tears. "Your father said it would be a good idea to hide this gift from you. You had many friends at school when it came time to tell you and your talent for muggle sports was becoming apparent and..."

"Wait a minute. Muggle? What's that? And what gift? What are you talking about? You guys are starting to freak me out."

His mother spoke again. "Son, you're a wizard. The gift we are talking about is magic." At these words, his father seemed to become even paler.

"Wait...what? A wizard? Magic? Wha...this is...you guys have to be kidding me!!!" The exasperation in his voice was frightnening. He was ticked. No, He was totally and completely pissed off. His parents were too serious to be joking. "What do you mean I'm a wizard! Magic isn't real!"

"No son. Watch." His mother picked up one of the sticks and gave it wave. Suddenly a flock of birds erupted from the end of it. The boy leapt up and jumped back. With another wave, the birds were gone in a puff of feathers. "See son. That was the spell Avis. As you can see, it causes a flock of canaries to appear. This is magic. Genuine magic. And you can do it too."

The brunette couldn't even think. He couldn't get the image of a bunch of yellow birds coming out of the end of a stick. Magic! This is unreal. And if what his mother saying was true, he could do it too. But then something dawned on him. "Then why didn't I notice it? I mean if i was showing signs at three, I should've noticed something?"

This time his father decided to answer. "Well, according to your mother, people are so good at decieving themselves that you easily explained away anything unusual by yourself."

The more he thought about it, the more he realized the strange things that never should've happened. He was able to get through doors that should've been locked, jump way higher just when he needed it, and he was sure he even made a teacher forget that he had detention one time. He started to remember more and more things that shouldn't have been but were. He started to become more and more excited. He was a wizard! Magic! At least to him, the possibilities were endless. But then a shadow of doubt began to creep over him. "Why are you guys telling me this now?"

"As I said, your father thought said it would be good to hide your abilities from the world and from you." She seemed to have a bit if resentment in her voice. " But we've been getting more and more letters from Hogwarts about how the magic is starting to well up inside you and if you don't learn how to control it, it could be disastrous." She saw the look of confusion on her son's face at the mention of Hogwarts. " Hogwarts is a wizarding school. They have invited you to start school there under the condition that I teach you everything you need to know for you to join the students your age in their fifth year. But the thing is, Hogwarts is somewhere in the United kingdom and in order for you to go there, we need to move to England. Now what you don't know is that I was born in London and used to live there. That's why Hogwarts wants you to attend. They like families to go to the same school. Also the wizarding school here in America says its too late for you to attend. Now I know that this is alot to spring on you but it is your father and I's opinion that you should attend school there but it is understandable that you would want to stay here."

What she didn't know is that, now that he knew what was up, he had no intention of staying in Albuquerque. Ever since he came out at school, he couldn't even get the time of day from anyone. His friends, his team, and his school all abandoned him. He hadn't talked to anyone in a month. He was ready to leave.

"Son, now that you know, we need you to decide pretty quickly. If your say yes, our plane leaves tomorrow. Your mother will pack everything with magic so it will only take about fifteen minutes and she'll fit everything in one suitcase. If not, we will stay here and you'll continue to go to school here and your mother will teach you everything she knows." His father was anxious. He was obviously sweating and couldn't sit still.

His mother was almost just as nervous. "Son, I can teach you alot, but Hogwarts would be so much better for you. The cirriculum is always changing and it would be in your best interest to attend. I know this must be alot to handle but we need your answer today. Its okay if you want to think about it for a few hours but you need to hur..."

"Mom I want to go." His interruption surprised both his parents. "I don't have anything keeping me here. I'm ready to learn."

His momentarily stunned mother seemed to regain some of the color in her face at his answer. "Great! Oh, I'm so proud of you! Go upstairs and pack anything you want for the plane ride. And go to bed. We leave the house tomorrow at seven a.m. Goodnight and don't worry. Everything will be okay."

-End of Flashback-

A twelve hour plane ride and three months of magical training later, he was finally on his way. His parents pulled into the station parking lot and got out. He followed them dragging his trunk. Luckily it had wheels or he would have to carry it. Without the months of everyday basketball, he wasn't as fit as he used to be.

They reached platforms nine and ten and stopped. He watched his parents for what to do next and what they did shocked him. His mother walked straight into the wall between platforms nine and ten but instead of hitting it she went through it! He looked at his father and they walked through the wall together. What he saw next made him smile. He walked onto the platform marked nine and three-quarters and saw a huge scarlet train with a strange crest and the words Hogwarts Express on its side. He saw hundreds of students walking around, saying goodbye to their parents and hello to their friends. He saw owls and cats in cages and small children complaining to their parents that they wanted to go and their parents saying they were to young. He couldn't remember a time when he was happier.

He looked at his parents that he wouldn't see for nine months and gave them each a huge hug. He was so grateful that they were willing to totally uproot their lives for him.

He exchanged goodbyes with them and got on the train. With a final wave, he walked inside of it and began to look for a compartment for fifth years. The aisles were cramped and he couldn't help bumping into other people. After stumbling over a particularly small child, he fell on top of a tall red-haired boy wearing a silver badge with a "P" on it. "Oh I'm so sorry. I'm not used to this." He had learned from his mother that those with badges like that were prefects and had authority over him.

The redhead got to his feet and stared at the brunette. "Its okay. Are you American? Your accent gives you away."

The brunette had developed at little bit of an English accent in his three months in England but he was still an obvious American. "Yeah. This is my first year here and I'm a little lost. Do you know where the fifth years are supposed to sit?"

This time, a bushy haired girl with dirty blonde hair came forward. "You just need to find an empty compartment. Why don't you join us? We're on our way to one right now."

"Thank you. That would be great." The brunette also noitced a dark-haired boy with the redhead and blonde. He had a scar on his forehead and a beautiful face. But he had time to flirt later. Right now he needed to find a place to sit down and put his stuff.

He followed them to the end of train. Every compartment was full except fot the very last one. It had a boy who seemed to be staring out the window. The girl opened the door and poked her head in. "Do you mind if we join you?"

The boy in the compartment jumped at the sudden voice and turned around. "No go ahead. I need to meet some new people anywa..." He was staring at the brunette. "Troy! Is that you?" His shock was written all over his face.

The brunette's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Oh my God! Ryan!"

Well, in case you haven't noticed the characters are from...High School Musical!!!! Well chapter 1 is done but chapter two is also there so read on!!! Review! Flames okay!