So, who stole the marshmallows?

By Pyrasi

…You know, I'm taking a great risk by writing this HP/Gravitation crossover. After all, how many Gravitation fans actually like Harry Potter?! Sure, pretty much everyone's read J.K. Rowling's over-commercialized series THAT SHOULD NOT, BY ANY MEANS, HAVE MOVIES TO GO ALONG WITH EACH AND EVERY FRIGGIN' BOOK (…cough), but c'mon. Gravitation is… Well, Gravitation. Extremely and utterly the opposite of Harry Potter, to make an understatement. But oh well, I can try, can't I?

Right.

Onward ho! Insanity ahead! –Bounce-

"Uh, excuse me? I must've heard wrong. Did you just say we're going camping? In the middle of some unknown forest in Japan?!"

"No, Malfoy, I'm afraid ya heard quite right," Hagrid said, grinning happily despite the other's bitter attitude. "Ain't it a grand idea?"

"CAMPING?! Are you out of you're petty little mind, you oversized imbecile?!" Malfoy screamed. "This must be against some kind of law. My father will hear of this!!" he threatened, his usually pale face turning redder by the second.

"Not comin'? Ah, well, you'll just have 'ta fail this class then, lad. And I can assure ya, Professor Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic fully permit this trip, so you've got nothin' to worry about." Hagrid replied, still rather cheerful. This was his big chance to teach the kids about some real magical animals, and he wasn't going to let anything get to him, even a ridiculously-blonde son of a Death Eater with as much enthusiasm towards animals as a puddle of rotten milk.

Hagrid's lack on annoyance, of course, caused Malfoy to become even more furious. "My father's got connections, you know! If anything happens to me, he can sue you're big ass off and all the way to Azkaban, you troll!" he yelled, voice practically dripping with rage and venom.

Hagrid frowned a bit. "20 points off of Slytherin fer disrespect." He said, then proceeded to ignore Malfoy completely and continue his lesson about Ramoras(1).

In response to this, Malfoy proceeded to sit in a corner and pout for the rest of the class.

"Did you guys see the look on his face?! HA! He was fuming!" Ron declared merrily, trudging back to the Castle with his best mates. "Father's gonna sue you!" he continued, in a mock-baby version of Malfoy's voice. "Jesus, what a daddy's boy!"

Harry was nearly falling over from laughter. This was just the thing he needed to cheer him up, after Malfoy put silver and green streaks in his hair as a new-school-year prank (definitely a wonderful way to start off his last year in Hogwarts, don't you think?). He glanced up at Hermione from his bent-over position, only to notice that she wasn't laughing at all.

"Hey, Hermione, what's the deal?" he asked her. "Thought you'd be thrilled to see that git fail to piss Hagrid off, for once."

Hermione kept gazing forward, a dream-like expression on her face. "Huh? Oh, that… Well, I dunno, maybe…" she trailed off.

Ron walked in front of her and started waving his hands frantically in her face. "Um, earth to Hermione?"

She ignored him.

"Hermione!"

Ignored.

"Heeeerrmiiiooooneeee…"

Nope, still ignored.

"HERMIONE!!"

La dee daaa… Ignored.

"OH MY GOD, WE HAVE A POP QUIZ IN ASTROLOGY TOMORROW!!"

This seemed to get her attention. "WHAT?! How do you know?! On what?! Movement patterns, solar systems, month and planet relations, weather and planet relations-"

"Calm down! No quiz! I was kidding!" Harry hurriedly cut the frantic girl off. "What's up with you today, anyways? You're not one to space out often, as far as I can tell."

Hermione sighed thoughtfully. "Well, I've been thinking about this trip thing… It seems like a wonderful idea, to learn about foreign animals and their behaviors and mannerisms and-"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Get to the point, Herm."

Hermione glared at him. "Well, what I'm trying to say is, though this is a great opportunity… Don't you think it's a bit odd? After all, we've never had a field trip before, except to Hogsmead, which is understandable, it being rather close. But long distance trips… as far as I can recall, and I have read Hogwarts: A History, you know… no one has!"

"Eh, quit bellyaching over it," Ron replied idly. "Dumbledore and the Ministry said it was OK, right?"

Hermione sighed again. "I know, but still… I can't help thinking something will go wrong…"

"Y'know, if you keep going on like this, you'll spoil all the fun. What can get better than this?! We get to miss school, and somehow learn something in the process! Roasted marshmallows… Mmm…" the redhead's face wore a dreamy expression as his mind drifted off to candyland.

It was now Hermione's turn to roll her eyes, and Harry decided that it would be appropriate for him to join in as they walked off to the greenhouses for Herbology.

"YUUUUUUUUKIIIIII! I'm home!" Shuichi shouted as he practically skipped into the living room. "And I have some really good news, too!"

Yuki ran his hand through his messy blonde hair. "The label finally dropped your band? Good, now Japan won't have to bear hearing any more of your crappy songs."

"Waaaah, you're so mean to me!" Shuichi sobbed. "Why can't you be nice for once?!"

Yuki rolled his eyes. "I'm just kidding, retard. What is it?"

Shuichi grinned. "We're going caaaaamping!"

The other raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"K-san got us on a reality TV show about camping with Nittle Grasper for publicity!"

"…"

"We get to go camping, and have a TV crew document it! How cool is that?!"

"…"

Shuichi wasn't give up that easily. "AND GUESS WHAT ELSE?! We get to bring GUESTS!"

"…Let me guess. You want me to come?"

(Oooh, a reaction!)

The pink haired singer nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

"Whoop dee frickin' doo. It sounds like perfect fun," Yuki deadpanned, "but I ain't comin', kiddo."

Shuichi put his best puppy-dog face on (and he was damned good at it, might I comment… Practicing in front of mirrors does help, apparently).

"Pleeeaaaaase?"

"No. I've got a deadline to make."

"Aw, c'mon, you always ignore deadlines anyways!" Shuichi countered, flashbacks of Yuki's editor stressed and pissed off coming to mind.

Yuki sighed. "Look, you remember the last time you went on that cooking show thing…" he trailed off, remembering the trouble the media caused after it.

The singer frowned. "But, it'll be different this time! After all, we've got nothing to hide." He walked over and hugged the irritated novelist.

Said irritated novelist rolled his eyes dully. "They can always make something up, y'know. Those media guys are more bloodthirsty than you'd think."

Shuichi clung harder. "Yea, but we got through it last time, right?"

"…Yea, except-"

"So you'll come, riiiiight?"

"Listen, I-"

"Good!" Shuichi stated happily and walked into the kitchen before the other could utter a word.

Yuki sighed. Knowing Shuichi, he reasoned he didn't really have a choice but come. Unless, of course, he got Tatsuha to go instead of him, but who knew what havoc his maniac brother would cause of there? (especially if Ryuichi was coming. Ye gods, that makes it even worse). Hopefully I'll come out of this camping shit at least half conscious, Yuki thought to himself grimly as he followed his lover into the kitchen to make sure he wouldn't cut his head off with any of the butter knives.

(1) – an animal I got off my book about Magical Animals. Heehee, yep, for those of you who don't know, there actually is one. Mine's in Hebrew. XP whee, special.

Well then, I am officially done with the Prologue! –throws confetti- ah, dear readers of mine (hopefully, I have some dear readers to address), how innocent this story must seem to you now. Oh, but it'll get much more interesting. Much, much, more interesting. Can you say, train accident? Can you say, crack smoking hippy? Bwahaha. I have plans for you, dearest fanfic. Yes I do. –pats said fanfic lovingly-