Two- I'm also noticing that some of my words stick together for some reason, although they weren't before they were uploaded. I'm not going to fix it. You have brains smart enough to figure them out. It's not my fault though.
I understand that my break was a bit too long, so I'll try to do my best!
FMA- Arakawa Hiromu, HP- JKRowling
"Didja hear about what happened last weekend?"
The news spread to the first and second years, and Colin Creevey was their savior. They had purchased the photographs he had taken from the day the incident happened, and stuck them on their walls to entertain them while they studied and lounged. And Harry, Ron, and Hermione were still praising Ed for his victory.
But that just made Ed feel worse.
Of course, he didn't mind killing people who called him a midget, a shorty, a shrimp, or tiny.
But it just didn't feel right. Maybe it was the pumpkin juice. He shook his head as he placed his quill on the piece of parchment he was writing on for an assignment and stood up to stretch.
He looked around. His friends weren't in sight. It was only half past five. He could make a quick check... He sighed as he swiftly headed towards the hospital wing, hoping to return before they arrived.
No one was watching the wing at the time. Ed silently sat next to Malfoy's bed. The Slytherin was still unconscious. Ed looked down. He didn't mean to do that. He just wanted to teach him a lesson for trying to mess with him.
Ed looked at the pale boy's face. The smirk he had before was gone, and his brows weren't strained at all. He was just a normal kid. Ed couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He bent over him, his braid hanging down and his hand lightly on the unconscious boy's shoulder.
"Mr. Elric!"
Ed snapped up, his face a bright shade of crimson. Madame Pomfrey scurried over to the bed, clutching a bowl full of a greenish liquid and a small towel.
"Uh, I- I was... um... "
What was he doing? He cursed at himself. His reputation would go down the drain! He shook the thought out of his head.
"You shouldn't be so close to anyone in the wing! You might catch something, or they might catch something from you!"
The nurse scolded, eyeing him oddly. She questioned his sanity as well, but she quieted down and hurried to another student on the other side of the wing.
Ed was sweating profusely again. He had just tried to...
Suddenly, the Slytherin stirred slightly. Ed looked up, his eyes searching for an adult. No one. He panicked.
Malfoy opened his eyes slowly.
"Where am I?" He stared at Ed with unfocused eyes. "Who are you?"
Ed didn't know what to say. Did he have amnesia, was he on medication? He didn't like lying, but he had to say something.
"I'm... your best friend?" The pale boy searched through his head for any memory of this 'best friend.' But there was nothing to search through. His mind drew a blank.
"Wait, first of all... who am I?" Ed gaped at him.
I guess I should say something again...
"You're Roy Mustang. But people call you Draco Malfoy." Ed could NOT believe he told him that. When did Roy Mustang pop into his head? That colonel.... He blushed slightly. He did it again!
But the Slytherin believed him. And now he was stuck with two Mustangs.
Kuso.
Didn't expect that, did you? Next up, the OTHER Mustang appears!