Part Two: The Three Broomsticks and the Foreign Boys
(Harry POV)
Harry spotted Hogsmeade Station below him, and motioned for the other summer school participants to descend. As the ground rushed up at them, Harry thought back to the last few hours.
It had been rather pleasant, surprisingly. Malfoy hadn't made any major cracks, except to address Hermione and Ginny only as the Mudblood and the Weaselette. Harry asked him again and again to stop, but the response was always a smirk and a small wink.
Harry suspected something drastic had happened over the summer's beginning. A lot could happen in a month's time. Malfoy had undergone a complete make over, not that he wasn't perfect before, and he was only being a git sometimes. All in all, it was kind of refreshing.
"There's the Three Broomsticks. Let's land and see if Headmaster Dumbledore has arrived yet," Harry said. Surprisingly, Malfoy nodded to Blaise and Pansy to obey Harry's command. The ten Hogwarts students landed in the streets of Hogsmeade directly infront of the famous pub. A young woman hurried out, a small smile on her face. It was Madam Rosmerta, a waitress in the Three Broomsticks.
"Hullo, children. Albus is inside waiting for you. Third table in the back," Rosmerta said. Nodding to her, Harry and the others went into the pub.
"Ah, Harry, my boy! Did you have a nice flight?" said a familiar, jolly voice. Harry and the others turned to see Headmaster Dumbledore sitting at a large table, smiling.
"Good day, Headmaster Dumbledore," Hermione piped up enthusiastically. Harry, Susan, Terry and Ginny echoed her greeting. Malfoy, Blaise, Pansy, Lisa and Mitchell said nothing. They all moved toward the large table and sat. Harry and Hermione on either side of Dumbledore. The Headmaster's eyes twinkled especially brightly, and he bestowed a smile on each of them.
"It's good to see my students getting along so swimmingly," the old Professor said. "I believe more of these review summer programmes are in order."
"Really, Professor Dumbledore?!" Hermione squealed. Both Harry and Malfoy rolled their eyes at the same time, then spoke.
"Just like Hermione to get excited about more school work," Harry muttered under his breath.
"Just like Granger to get excited about more school work," Malfoy muttered. Both boys turned to each other and stared.
"Well, my answer really depends on the foreign students liking it, really," Dumbledore informed them. "They are from very far away and won't know much of the world. Unlike you, Harry, they were not raised by relatives. All are orphans and none but one have any remaining family." Here Dumbledore turned to Malfoy. "Please understand, Mr. Malfoy, that jabs about their families are not advised. Aside from the fact that the human heart is hardly invincible, these students are trained in several forms of martial arts, and I assure you they will not take it lying down." Malfoy snorted.
"Anyway, students, they are going to be very confused. They grew up as Muggles and know of nothing else. I request that you be gentle with them," Dumbledore continued.
"How old are they?" asked the quiet Susan Bones.
"Almost all have just turned 16," Dumbledore answered.
"Are they cute?" Lisa Turpin asked eagerly. For once Harry saw an uneasy look flash across Dumbledore's face as he looked at the overly eager girl. I wonder if he knows she's the Ravenclaw slut?
"I wouldn't be able to accurately answer that, Miss Turpin," he said. Harry could see a small amount of disapproval in his eyes. "They should be arriving soon, so fill the time with idle chatter." Dumbledore smiled, his twinkle working over time, and moved off to speak to Madam Rosmerta.
"So..." Harry began slowly, watching the others. No one spoke for several minutes. Suddenly, Malfoy said something.
"So, how was your summer, Mudblood? Did the Weasel manage to lose his virginity?" he said companionably. Pansy, Blaise and Mitchell snickered.
Hermione smiled. "My summer was pretty good, Ferret Face. I went to Rome with my Muggle parents and then spent sometime with my Pureblood wizard boyfriend. And no, Ron didn't lose his virginity. It was already lost," she said. She looked down for a moment. "We broke up. How was yours?"
Malfoy arched an eyebrow, which gave Harry the impression that he either already knew, or needed to know the details. "Not all that wonderful, Mudblood. I sat around, being waited on hand and foot, had a few friends over for dinner. You know, things like that," Malfoy said. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Oh yes, and I had this makeover, which I have to admit makes me even more delicious than usual."
Here,here! Harry blushed at his wayward thoughts, then forced himself to calm down. At Malfoy's comments, he decided not to wear his new contacts or new clothes at school. Either people would tell him he looked stupid, or they'd think he was a wanna be. Harry had absolute faith in Remus' and Tonks' fashion senses, but still...
"You might look...okay," Hermione said, in a My-Ex-Boyfriend-Might-Not-Be- As-Hot-As-You-But-I-Still-Love-Him tone of voice. "But Harry will look great in his contacts and new clothes."
All his table mates turned to look at Harry curiously. "Playing dress up, Potter?" Malfoy drawled. "Why don't you put on your contacts now? I'm sure we all want to see what Hogwarts' Golden Boy looks like without his glass eyes."
Harry looked panicked. "Um...I don't know..." he mumbled.
"I'd like to see, Harry," Hermione said.
"You're not helping!" Harry hissed. Hermione smirked in a very Malfoyish way, causing Harry to wonder.
"Yes, Potter. Do show us how you look without windows on your face," Blaise said, in a voice too oily to perfectly mimick Malfoy's sexy drawl. The others nodded.
Sighing, Harry dug into his oversized pockets and pulled out his contacts case and a small bottle of anti-irritant. Opening the case, Harry poured a few drops of the anti-irritant into each circle, then pulled off his glasses. He thought he heard someone gasp and looked up. The person gasped again, softer this time, but Harry only saw blurs and couldn't pinpoint it. Shrugging slightly, he carefully put one, then both contacts in. Blinking rapidly, he looked up. And stared.
Pansy was clutching Blaise's arm in a death grip. Mitchell's eyes were glazed over. Lisa openly drooled. Susan and Terry were blushing. Ginny's face was an alarming shade of scarlet. Hermione clutched a quill that appeared out of nowhere. It broke with an audible snap. And Malfoy...Malfoy stared right back. The stare lasted for several moments, until a loud thud snapped them out of it. Both Harry and Malfoy blushed lightly.
"Oh Merlin, Harry, look!" Hermione cried sticking a finger almost directly in Harry's face. He turned to see what she was pointing at and gasped. There on the floor of the Three Broomsticks were four strange-looking boys.
The one at the very bottom of the pile was a cute boy with golden yellow hair and large aquamarine eyes. He pouted from his position. (A/N: Quat's not nekkie. He changed before he went into the basement in chapter two.) On top of him was a boy with auburn hair styled weirdly to fall over one eye. The other jade green eye was visible. On top of him was an Asian boy with cold blue eyes and unruly chocolate brown hair. Strapped to his back was a laptop. It looked like nothing Harry had ever seen before. Strapped to the boy's hip was a gun. Tangled in the Asian boy was a boy of obviously oriental origin. He had slanted black eyes and had two katanas and another gun clutched in his tanned hands.
What violent people! I wonder who they are? Harry watched as a loud pop sounded and another strange person fell out of the air to land on the pile of boys. This one must be a girl. She had long braided chestnut hair and beautiful blue-violet eyes. Personally to Harry, she had nothing on Draco. Draco's eyes were so silver and deep they could drag you in and drown you, and you'd probably die happy.
The new girl had a dagger in one hand and a pouch of what looked like throwing knives in her other hand. A long black staff lay across her flat chest. Dumbledore moved away from Rosmerta and approached the kids. He leaned down over the girl.
"Welcome to Hogsmeade, Mr. Maxwell," he said cheerily. Mr? All the other young wizards and witches stared.
"Ehehe..Hi?" the girl -boy?- said.
***
(Heero POV)
"Ehehe...Hi?" Duo said. Heero mentally slapped him. They land in a pile in some unknown place, approached by some old man in a bathrobe, and all he could say was 'Hi?'
Heero assessed the situation. Beside them, strange robed old guys. On the other side fireplace. Behind, other robed people. In front, a woman and a table full of regularly dressed teens. Heero immediately decided that the teens were enemies. He analyzed them to discover the leaders.
The first one was a tall, lean blond. The boy's hair was almost white blond, and stunning. It contained smooth black streaks that only added character that was the perfection of his hair. He had amazing silver blue eyes and a beautiful, well proportioned face. If he hadn't already been in love with Duo he might have fell for the blond. The boy was dressed like a BC 100 goth. (A/N: That's Before Colony number 100)
The next was a bushy-haired girl with hazel eyes who stood regally beside his third choice. It was another boy, this one drastically different from the first. He had unruly black hair, slightly less controlled than Heero's own. Emerald green eyes brighter than Trowa's own looked out from a handsome tanned face. Heero could see lean muscle under all the old, baggy clothing. Somehow, the boy managed to look like he could wear something else but was content with his coverings at the moment. In the center of the boy's head was a lightning shaped scar.
The rest of the people were either mice or tag-alongs. Heero's cold eyes swept the room once more, and he was about to ignore them when a flash of blond caught his attention. He turned to it, and against his training, he gasped. Hearing that, Quatre, Trowa, Wufei and even Duo looked at him curiously.
Heero leaped up, sending Duo tumbling to the ground. Quickly and efficiently, he helped the other boys up, then crouched down, his gun trained on the blond. The blond had frozen.
"What's wrong, Yuy?" Wufei asked. No answer. Heero got like that sometimes on missions. There was no talking to him unless you knew how. In Japanese. "Daijoubu desu ka, Yuy-kun?"
"Zechs," Heero hissed, his trigger finger tightening. All the other boys tensed. Trowa snatched his gun from Wufei and trained it in the general direction Heero's gun pointed. Quatre took his quarterstaff from Duo and relaxed into a loose fighting stance. Wufei bent his knees slightly and held out his katanas. Duo strapped his knife belt on quickly, slipped his dagger into his shoe, then moved his fingers quickly, two knives appearing as if by magic. They all spotted the blond at the same time.
Trowa and Heero both fired at the same time, the shots landing before the blond's feet and forcing him against the wall. Duo let fly his two knives, then two more, pinning the blond to the wall at both arms and both legs. Two more knives thudded into the wall on either side of the frightened blond's face. A moment later two more knives rested in Duo's hands.
"What are you doing?!" shrieked the bushy-haired girl. She pulled out a long stick and pointed it at Heero. "Stupify!"she cried. A beam of light shot from the stick and raced towards Heero, too fast and too fascinating for the Wing pilot to dodge.
"No!" Duo cried. He moved quickly with an instinct born of living on the streets. Knocking Heero out of the way, Duo received the beam of light full on, and it threw him to the ground. Quickly putting on the safety for his gun, Heero dropped it and knelt beside Duo. Checking his vital signs, he discovered that Duo was merely unconscious. Touching a pressure point in his neck, Heero waited for Duo to wake. The braided boy didn't. Heero tried again. Still nothing. Heero actually allowed his eyebrows to raise in surprise, then narrow in anger. His technique always worked.
Heero stood up and addressed the old man, his normally cool eyes flashing red-hot anger. "What did that bitch do to him?!" he demanded, his voice glacial. Several people in the room shivered.
"Bitch? How dare yo-" the girl began. Wufei interrupted her.
"I suggest you be silent, onna! Yuy doesn't take kindly to any orders but his superior's, which you are not," he snapped. "And never interrupt him when he is dealing with the welfare of his soldiers."
The girl had turned pasty white and sat down heavily. Then she remembered the blond currently pinned to the wall and stood again. She took a step towards him, but a shot rang out and embedded itself an inch before her. She turned startled eyes to her assailant, Trowa.
"Don't go anywhere near Zechs," he said, his voice almost as frosty as Heero's.
"Zechs? Who is Zechs?" asked the green-eyed boy beside the bushy-haired girl. Quatre just pointed to the pinned blond. "Zechs? No, that's Mitchell Pemberton. Right Hermione?"
"Right," the girl, Hermione, said.
"Is that what you call yourself now, Kisama?" Wufei said, smirking. "I would think the great Lightning Count of Sanq would be more creative. You were with your alias."
"Go whine about your dead wife somewhere, Chang," Zechs aka Mitchell snapped. Wufei backed up, eyes wide as if struck. Mitchell looked much the same, shock evident in his blue eyes. "I'm sorry! It was one of my flashes! I'm sorry!" Mitchell pleaded over and over again, desperately trying to explain that he was subsceptible to flashes of his next life.
Trowa moved to put an arm around Wufei's shoulder, turning his still grieving friend into his embrace. Quatre's eyes narrowed in jealousy, then he sighed and decided that Wufei needed Trowa more than he did right then.
"See? Zechs Marquise aka Milliardo Peacecraft, the Lightning Count of the European kingdom of Sanq. Murderous general of the OZ army. Negligent brother of the psycho stalker girl, Princess Relena Peacecraft of Sanq, Vice Foreign Minister of Earth and Queen of the World," Heero said. "Now be a good girl and sit down, before I shoot you for hurting my partner." Hermione sat, shocked. Heero thought he heard a few people whisper something about someone named Treloony being right for once. Heero turned to Dumbledore and raised an eyebrow.
"I apologize, Mr.Yuy. Sometimes my students are headstrong. Allow me to assist your friend," Dumbledore said. He pulled out a stick much like Hermione's and pointed it at Duo. "Ennervate!" he said. A beam of light hit Duo and the braided boy's body shuddered. Then, Duo opened his eyes, now pure violet due to recent events.
"Tadaima," Duo croaked jokingly. Against his better judgement, Heero smiled.
"Okaeri nasai, Duo-kun," he said. Heero knelt beside the recently unconscious boy. "Daijoubu desu ka?"
"I'm fine, Hee-chan," Duo said. "In fact, I feel great!" To prove his point, Duo jumped up and did a series of energetic stretches. Everyone in the room but the pilots stared, including Mitchell.
"Calm yourself, Duo. Remember, we still have the Zechs problem," Heero said. Duo nodded. All the boys, Trowa releasing a composed Wufei, turned back to Mitchell. They raised their weapons again when something struck Duo. He spun around and stared at Dumbledore, then the stick in his hand, then Dumbledore again.
"D-did you say Hogsmeade?" Duo asked. Dumbledore nodded. Duo fainted.
*** (Draco POV)
Draco stared as the braided boy fainted again, this time unaided by magic. He sighed and pulled out his wand. He pointed it at the boy -Duo, he'd heard- and prepared to cast the counterstunning spell. The chocolate-haired kid, Yuy, turned to him as he sensed the movement and raised his gun.
"Put that away," the boy snapped. Draco raised an eyebrow. Someone commanding a Malfoy? Spare me.
"Get off your suicidal horse for a moment and allow me to cast the consciousness spell on your boyfriend there," Draco said. The boy almost dropped his Muggle weapon. The other boys gasped.
"H-he's not my boyfriend," Yuy growled, the gun shaking almost unnoticably.
"Whatever. Now step aside," Draco demanded. All four strange boys stared at him, the brown-haired one in shock, the others in disbelief. Whispers started among them and Draco caught snatches of it.
"...tried to order Yuy," said the obviously Chinese boy.
"...doesn't know what he's getting into..." the angelic-looking blond whispered. The kid with the weird hair just nodded.
"Hn," Yuy muttered, and fired. Draco brought up his wand.
"Protecto Maximus!" he cried. A magical shield came up and deflected the bullets. Draco smirked in triumph seeing the annoyed look on the Asian boy's face. Unfortunately, that was the last thing he saw, as the petite blond's quarterstaff knocked him out.
***
With a groan, Draco opened his eyes. The light pierced them, and he hurriedly shut them again. He released a louder, undignified groan.
"Oh, Draky-poo! Are you alright!?" shrieked a familiar voice. Pansy's face came into view.
"Sounds like Relena," said a cheerful, vaguely familiar voice. Draco turned his head to the side to see the chesnut haired boy that had fainted before. The boy looked at Draco. "Hiya!"
"Why are you so...happy?" Draco demanded in his drawling, snooty voice.
"'Cuz I--wait! You're Draco Malfoy, aren't you!" the braided boy shrieked. "Oh my god, I'm gonna die!" Then the boy proceeded to jump up and down as if he'd had too much coffee. "WAI! WAI! WAI!"
"Can you please be quiet, Duo?" asked a quiet, soothing voice. Draco turned to see the small blond that had knocked him out. Silence descended as the braided boy quieted. It was obvious the blond had a lot of power over the others. And did Draco sense...Veela? The blond saw Draco's look and turned, eyes bright with remorse. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry about hitting you, but you were provoking Heero and his gun wasn't his only weapon. He very well could have killed you." Draco said nothing.
"Ohmygosh, he's just like I imagined him, all regal and snooty. WAI!" went the braided boy again.
"Quiet, onna!" snapped the Chinese boy. Draco smirked as the braided boy quieted and began to sulk.
"Stop being childish, Duo," a cold, flat voice said. Draco turned to see his former opponent leaning against a door in the pub.
"Are we still in the pub?" Draco whispered.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. If you would sit up, please?" said Dumbledore, who Draco just noticed to his left. Draco obeyed. "You look fine. You may stand." Draco stood and surveyed the room. Potter, the Mudblood and the Weaselette surrounded the braided boy. Pansy hung over him. Blaise and the blond, Mitchell talked in a corner. Susan stood alone. Terry and Lisa were trying to subtly feel each other up. The small blond and the tall brunet stood aside, and the two Middle Eastern boys stood together, hard looks on their teenaged faces.
"Oh, oh please let me talk to him, Hee-chan! You don't understand! It's Draco MALFOY we're talking about!" cried the braided boy. He was talking to the stoic teen over the Mudblood's head.
"Hn," Heero said. The braided boy nearly blinded everyone in the room, his smile was so wide.
"Arigatou, Hee-babe! I promise I'll pay you back," he said. He pushed the Weaselette out of the way and almost flew to Draco's side. He stood perfectly still, and stared. And stared. And..(wait for it)...stared.
"Do you mind?" Draco drawled haughtily.
"Mind what?" the braided boy asked, grinning. His eyes shifted from cobalt blue to violet constantly.
"You have beautiful eyes," Draco said unconsciously. He realized his mistake when Duo shrieked happily, like a hyper fan girl.
"Really?! Ohmygod! I could just die! This is almost as good as meeting Harry Potter!"
Draco rolled his eyes. Always Potter. "What are you on about?"
"You mean 'what is he on?'" Draco heard the Mudblood mutter.
"Ya know, your voice is very sexy. So English and smooth," the boy said, staring at him with glazed eyes and a dreamy smile. Draco stared right back, not noticing the icy glare he was receiving from Yuy and the one directed at the braided boy from Potter.
"Why don't we give a few introductions then head up to the school?" suggested Dumbledore. The teens nodded. Everyone but Harry and Heero, that is.
"Hn," they said in unison.
***Tsuzuku or TBC***
(Harry POV)
Harry spotted Hogsmeade Station below him, and motioned for the other summer school participants to descend. As the ground rushed up at them, Harry thought back to the last few hours.
It had been rather pleasant, surprisingly. Malfoy hadn't made any major cracks, except to address Hermione and Ginny only as the Mudblood and the Weaselette. Harry asked him again and again to stop, but the response was always a smirk and a small wink.
Harry suspected something drastic had happened over the summer's beginning. A lot could happen in a month's time. Malfoy had undergone a complete make over, not that he wasn't perfect before, and he was only being a git sometimes. All in all, it was kind of refreshing.
"There's the Three Broomsticks. Let's land and see if Headmaster Dumbledore has arrived yet," Harry said. Surprisingly, Malfoy nodded to Blaise and Pansy to obey Harry's command. The ten Hogwarts students landed in the streets of Hogsmeade directly infront of the famous pub. A young woman hurried out, a small smile on her face. It was Madam Rosmerta, a waitress in the Three Broomsticks.
"Hullo, children. Albus is inside waiting for you. Third table in the back," Rosmerta said. Nodding to her, Harry and the others went into the pub.
"Ah, Harry, my boy! Did you have a nice flight?" said a familiar, jolly voice. Harry and the others turned to see Headmaster Dumbledore sitting at a large table, smiling.
"Good day, Headmaster Dumbledore," Hermione piped up enthusiastically. Harry, Susan, Terry and Ginny echoed her greeting. Malfoy, Blaise, Pansy, Lisa and Mitchell said nothing. They all moved toward the large table and sat. Harry and Hermione on either side of Dumbledore. The Headmaster's eyes twinkled especially brightly, and he bestowed a smile on each of them.
"It's good to see my students getting along so swimmingly," the old Professor said. "I believe more of these review summer programmes are in order."
"Really, Professor Dumbledore?!" Hermione squealed. Both Harry and Malfoy rolled their eyes at the same time, then spoke.
"Just like Hermione to get excited about more school work," Harry muttered under his breath.
"Just like Granger to get excited about more school work," Malfoy muttered. Both boys turned to each other and stared.
"Well, my answer really depends on the foreign students liking it, really," Dumbledore informed them. "They are from very far away and won't know much of the world. Unlike you, Harry, they were not raised by relatives. All are orphans and none but one have any remaining family." Here Dumbledore turned to Malfoy. "Please understand, Mr. Malfoy, that jabs about their families are not advised. Aside from the fact that the human heart is hardly invincible, these students are trained in several forms of martial arts, and I assure you they will not take it lying down." Malfoy snorted.
"Anyway, students, they are going to be very confused. They grew up as Muggles and know of nothing else. I request that you be gentle with them," Dumbledore continued.
"How old are they?" asked the quiet Susan Bones.
"Almost all have just turned 16," Dumbledore answered.
"Are they cute?" Lisa Turpin asked eagerly. For once Harry saw an uneasy look flash across Dumbledore's face as he looked at the overly eager girl. I wonder if he knows she's the Ravenclaw slut?
"I wouldn't be able to accurately answer that, Miss Turpin," he said. Harry could see a small amount of disapproval in his eyes. "They should be arriving soon, so fill the time with idle chatter." Dumbledore smiled, his twinkle working over time, and moved off to speak to Madam Rosmerta.
"So..." Harry began slowly, watching the others. No one spoke for several minutes. Suddenly, Malfoy said something.
"So, how was your summer, Mudblood? Did the Weasel manage to lose his virginity?" he said companionably. Pansy, Blaise and Mitchell snickered.
Hermione smiled. "My summer was pretty good, Ferret Face. I went to Rome with my Muggle parents and then spent sometime with my Pureblood wizard boyfriend. And no, Ron didn't lose his virginity. It was already lost," she said. She looked down for a moment. "We broke up. How was yours?"
Malfoy arched an eyebrow, which gave Harry the impression that he either already knew, or needed to know the details. "Not all that wonderful, Mudblood. I sat around, being waited on hand and foot, had a few friends over for dinner. You know, things like that," Malfoy said. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Oh yes, and I had this makeover, which I have to admit makes me even more delicious than usual."
Here,here! Harry blushed at his wayward thoughts, then forced himself to calm down. At Malfoy's comments, he decided not to wear his new contacts or new clothes at school. Either people would tell him he looked stupid, or they'd think he was a wanna be. Harry had absolute faith in Remus' and Tonks' fashion senses, but still...
"You might look...okay," Hermione said, in a My-Ex-Boyfriend-Might-Not-Be- As-Hot-As-You-But-I-Still-Love-Him tone of voice. "But Harry will look great in his contacts and new clothes."
All his table mates turned to look at Harry curiously. "Playing dress up, Potter?" Malfoy drawled. "Why don't you put on your contacts now? I'm sure we all want to see what Hogwarts' Golden Boy looks like without his glass eyes."
Harry looked panicked. "Um...I don't know..." he mumbled.
"I'd like to see, Harry," Hermione said.
"You're not helping!" Harry hissed. Hermione smirked in a very Malfoyish way, causing Harry to wonder.
"Yes, Potter. Do show us how you look without windows on your face," Blaise said, in a voice too oily to perfectly mimick Malfoy's sexy drawl. The others nodded.
Sighing, Harry dug into his oversized pockets and pulled out his contacts case and a small bottle of anti-irritant. Opening the case, Harry poured a few drops of the anti-irritant into each circle, then pulled off his glasses. He thought he heard someone gasp and looked up. The person gasped again, softer this time, but Harry only saw blurs and couldn't pinpoint it. Shrugging slightly, he carefully put one, then both contacts in. Blinking rapidly, he looked up. And stared.
Pansy was clutching Blaise's arm in a death grip. Mitchell's eyes were glazed over. Lisa openly drooled. Susan and Terry were blushing. Ginny's face was an alarming shade of scarlet. Hermione clutched a quill that appeared out of nowhere. It broke with an audible snap. And Malfoy...Malfoy stared right back. The stare lasted for several moments, until a loud thud snapped them out of it. Both Harry and Malfoy blushed lightly.
"Oh Merlin, Harry, look!" Hermione cried sticking a finger almost directly in Harry's face. He turned to see what she was pointing at and gasped. There on the floor of the Three Broomsticks were four strange-looking boys.
The one at the very bottom of the pile was a cute boy with golden yellow hair and large aquamarine eyes. He pouted from his position. (A/N: Quat's not nekkie. He changed before he went into the basement in chapter two.) On top of him was a boy with auburn hair styled weirdly to fall over one eye. The other jade green eye was visible. On top of him was an Asian boy with cold blue eyes and unruly chocolate brown hair. Strapped to his back was a laptop. It looked like nothing Harry had ever seen before. Strapped to the boy's hip was a gun. Tangled in the Asian boy was a boy of obviously oriental origin. He had slanted black eyes and had two katanas and another gun clutched in his tanned hands.
What violent people! I wonder who they are? Harry watched as a loud pop sounded and another strange person fell out of the air to land on the pile of boys. This one must be a girl. She had long braided chestnut hair and beautiful blue-violet eyes. Personally to Harry, she had nothing on Draco. Draco's eyes were so silver and deep they could drag you in and drown you, and you'd probably die happy.
The new girl had a dagger in one hand and a pouch of what looked like throwing knives in her other hand. A long black staff lay across her flat chest. Dumbledore moved away from Rosmerta and approached the kids. He leaned down over the girl.
"Welcome to Hogsmeade, Mr. Maxwell," he said cheerily. Mr? All the other young wizards and witches stared.
"Ehehe..Hi?" the girl -boy?- said.
***
(Heero POV)
"Ehehe...Hi?" Duo said. Heero mentally slapped him. They land in a pile in some unknown place, approached by some old man in a bathrobe, and all he could say was 'Hi?'
Heero assessed the situation. Beside them, strange robed old guys. On the other side fireplace. Behind, other robed people. In front, a woman and a table full of regularly dressed teens. Heero immediately decided that the teens were enemies. He analyzed them to discover the leaders.
The first one was a tall, lean blond. The boy's hair was almost white blond, and stunning. It contained smooth black streaks that only added character that was the perfection of his hair. He had amazing silver blue eyes and a beautiful, well proportioned face. If he hadn't already been in love with Duo he might have fell for the blond. The boy was dressed like a BC 100 goth. (A/N: That's Before Colony number 100)
The next was a bushy-haired girl with hazel eyes who stood regally beside his third choice. It was another boy, this one drastically different from the first. He had unruly black hair, slightly less controlled than Heero's own. Emerald green eyes brighter than Trowa's own looked out from a handsome tanned face. Heero could see lean muscle under all the old, baggy clothing. Somehow, the boy managed to look like he could wear something else but was content with his coverings at the moment. In the center of the boy's head was a lightning shaped scar.
The rest of the people were either mice or tag-alongs. Heero's cold eyes swept the room once more, and he was about to ignore them when a flash of blond caught his attention. He turned to it, and against his training, he gasped. Hearing that, Quatre, Trowa, Wufei and even Duo looked at him curiously.
Heero leaped up, sending Duo tumbling to the ground. Quickly and efficiently, he helped the other boys up, then crouched down, his gun trained on the blond. The blond had frozen.
"What's wrong, Yuy?" Wufei asked. No answer. Heero got like that sometimes on missions. There was no talking to him unless you knew how. In Japanese. "Daijoubu desu ka, Yuy-kun?"
"Zechs," Heero hissed, his trigger finger tightening. All the other boys tensed. Trowa snatched his gun from Wufei and trained it in the general direction Heero's gun pointed. Quatre took his quarterstaff from Duo and relaxed into a loose fighting stance. Wufei bent his knees slightly and held out his katanas. Duo strapped his knife belt on quickly, slipped his dagger into his shoe, then moved his fingers quickly, two knives appearing as if by magic. They all spotted the blond at the same time.
Trowa and Heero both fired at the same time, the shots landing before the blond's feet and forcing him against the wall. Duo let fly his two knives, then two more, pinning the blond to the wall at both arms and both legs. Two more knives thudded into the wall on either side of the frightened blond's face. A moment later two more knives rested in Duo's hands.
"What are you doing?!" shrieked the bushy-haired girl. She pulled out a long stick and pointed it at Heero. "Stupify!"she cried. A beam of light shot from the stick and raced towards Heero, too fast and too fascinating for the Wing pilot to dodge.
"No!" Duo cried. He moved quickly with an instinct born of living on the streets. Knocking Heero out of the way, Duo received the beam of light full on, and it threw him to the ground. Quickly putting on the safety for his gun, Heero dropped it and knelt beside Duo. Checking his vital signs, he discovered that Duo was merely unconscious. Touching a pressure point in his neck, Heero waited for Duo to wake. The braided boy didn't. Heero tried again. Still nothing. Heero actually allowed his eyebrows to raise in surprise, then narrow in anger. His technique always worked.
Heero stood up and addressed the old man, his normally cool eyes flashing red-hot anger. "What did that bitch do to him?!" he demanded, his voice glacial. Several people in the room shivered.
"Bitch? How dare yo-" the girl began. Wufei interrupted her.
"I suggest you be silent, onna! Yuy doesn't take kindly to any orders but his superior's, which you are not," he snapped. "And never interrupt him when he is dealing with the welfare of his soldiers."
The girl had turned pasty white and sat down heavily. Then she remembered the blond currently pinned to the wall and stood again. She took a step towards him, but a shot rang out and embedded itself an inch before her. She turned startled eyes to her assailant, Trowa.
"Don't go anywhere near Zechs," he said, his voice almost as frosty as Heero's.
"Zechs? Who is Zechs?" asked the green-eyed boy beside the bushy-haired girl. Quatre just pointed to the pinned blond. "Zechs? No, that's Mitchell Pemberton. Right Hermione?"
"Right," the girl, Hermione, said.
"Is that what you call yourself now, Kisama?" Wufei said, smirking. "I would think the great Lightning Count of Sanq would be more creative. You were with your alias."
"Go whine about your dead wife somewhere, Chang," Zechs aka Mitchell snapped. Wufei backed up, eyes wide as if struck. Mitchell looked much the same, shock evident in his blue eyes. "I'm sorry! It was one of my flashes! I'm sorry!" Mitchell pleaded over and over again, desperately trying to explain that he was subsceptible to flashes of his next life.
Trowa moved to put an arm around Wufei's shoulder, turning his still grieving friend into his embrace. Quatre's eyes narrowed in jealousy, then he sighed and decided that Wufei needed Trowa more than he did right then.
"See? Zechs Marquise aka Milliardo Peacecraft, the Lightning Count of the European kingdom of Sanq. Murderous general of the OZ army. Negligent brother of the psycho stalker girl, Princess Relena Peacecraft of Sanq, Vice Foreign Minister of Earth and Queen of the World," Heero said. "Now be a good girl and sit down, before I shoot you for hurting my partner." Hermione sat, shocked. Heero thought he heard a few people whisper something about someone named Treloony being right for once. Heero turned to Dumbledore and raised an eyebrow.
"I apologize, Mr.Yuy. Sometimes my students are headstrong. Allow me to assist your friend," Dumbledore said. He pulled out a stick much like Hermione's and pointed it at Duo. "Ennervate!" he said. A beam of light hit Duo and the braided boy's body shuddered. Then, Duo opened his eyes, now pure violet due to recent events.
"Tadaima," Duo croaked jokingly. Against his better judgement, Heero smiled.
"Okaeri nasai, Duo-kun," he said. Heero knelt beside the recently unconscious boy. "Daijoubu desu ka?"
"I'm fine, Hee-chan," Duo said. "In fact, I feel great!" To prove his point, Duo jumped up and did a series of energetic stretches. Everyone in the room but the pilots stared, including Mitchell.
"Calm yourself, Duo. Remember, we still have the Zechs problem," Heero said. Duo nodded. All the boys, Trowa releasing a composed Wufei, turned back to Mitchell. They raised their weapons again when something struck Duo. He spun around and stared at Dumbledore, then the stick in his hand, then Dumbledore again.
"D-did you say Hogsmeade?" Duo asked. Dumbledore nodded. Duo fainted.
*** (Draco POV)
Draco stared as the braided boy fainted again, this time unaided by magic. He sighed and pulled out his wand. He pointed it at the boy -Duo, he'd heard- and prepared to cast the counterstunning spell. The chocolate-haired kid, Yuy, turned to him as he sensed the movement and raised his gun.
"Put that away," the boy snapped. Draco raised an eyebrow. Someone commanding a Malfoy? Spare me.
"Get off your suicidal horse for a moment and allow me to cast the consciousness spell on your boyfriend there," Draco said. The boy almost dropped his Muggle weapon. The other boys gasped.
"H-he's not my boyfriend," Yuy growled, the gun shaking almost unnoticably.
"Whatever. Now step aside," Draco demanded. All four strange boys stared at him, the brown-haired one in shock, the others in disbelief. Whispers started among them and Draco caught snatches of it.
"...tried to order Yuy," said the obviously Chinese boy.
"...doesn't know what he's getting into..." the angelic-looking blond whispered. The kid with the weird hair just nodded.
"Hn," Yuy muttered, and fired. Draco brought up his wand.
"Protecto Maximus!" he cried. A magical shield came up and deflected the bullets. Draco smirked in triumph seeing the annoyed look on the Asian boy's face. Unfortunately, that was the last thing he saw, as the petite blond's quarterstaff knocked him out.
***
With a groan, Draco opened his eyes. The light pierced them, and he hurriedly shut them again. He released a louder, undignified groan.
"Oh, Draky-poo! Are you alright!?" shrieked a familiar voice. Pansy's face came into view.
"Sounds like Relena," said a cheerful, vaguely familiar voice. Draco turned his head to the side to see the chesnut haired boy that had fainted before. The boy looked at Draco. "Hiya!"
"Why are you so...happy?" Draco demanded in his drawling, snooty voice.
"'Cuz I--wait! You're Draco Malfoy, aren't you!" the braided boy shrieked. "Oh my god, I'm gonna die!" Then the boy proceeded to jump up and down as if he'd had too much coffee. "WAI! WAI! WAI!"
"Can you please be quiet, Duo?" asked a quiet, soothing voice. Draco turned to see the small blond that had knocked him out. Silence descended as the braided boy quieted. It was obvious the blond had a lot of power over the others. And did Draco sense...Veela? The blond saw Draco's look and turned, eyes bright with remorse. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry about hitting you, but you were provoking Heero and his gun wasn't his only weapon. He very well could have killed you." Draco said nothing.
"Ohmygosh, he's just like I imagined him, all regal and snooty. WAI!" went the braided boy again.
"Quiet, onna!" snapped the Chinese boy. Draco smirked as the braided boy quieted and began to sulk.
"Stop being childish, Duo," a cold, flat voice said. Draco turned to see his former opponent leaning against a door in the pub.
"Are we still in the pub?" Draco whispered.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. If you would sit up, please?" said Dumbledore, who Draco just noticed to his left. Draco obeyed. "You look fine. You may stand." Draco stood and surveyed the room. Potter, the Mudblood and the Weaselette surrounded the braided boy. Pansy hung over him. Blaise and the blond, Mitchell talked in a corner. Susan stood alone. Terry and Lisa were trying to subtly feel each other up. The small blond and the tall brunet stood aside, and the two Middle Eastern boys stood together, hard looks on their teenaged faces.
"Oh, oh please let me talk to him, Hee-chan! You don't understand! It's Draco MALFOY we're talking about!" cried the braided boy. He was talking to the stoic teen over the Mudblood's head.
"Hn," Heero said. The braided boy nearly blinded everyone in the room, his smile was so wide.
"Arigatou, Hee-babe! I promise I'll pay you back," he said. He pushed the Weaselette out of the way and almost flew to Draco's side. He stood perfectly still, and stared. And stared. And..(wait for it)...stared.
"Do you mind?" Draco drawled haughtily.
"Mind what?" the braided boy asked, grinning. His eyes shifted from cobalt blue to violet constantly.
"You have beautiful eyes," Draco said unconsciously. He realized his mistake when Duo shrieked happily, like a hyper fan girl.
"Really?! Ohmygod! I could just die! This is almost as good as meeting Harry Potter!"
Draco rolled his eyes. Always Potter. "What are you on about?"
"You mean 'what is he on?'" Draco heard the Mudblood mutter.
"Ya know, your voice is very sexy. So English and smooth," the boy said, staring at him with glazed eyes and a dreamy smile. Draco stared right back, not noticing the icy glare he was receiving from Yuy and the one directed at the braided boy from Potter.
"Why don't we give a few introductions then head up to the school?" suggested Dumbledore. The teens nodded. Everyone but Harry and Heero, that is.
"Hn," they said in unison.
***Tsuzuku or TBC***