swing dances Woo-hoo! I am so back in the groove! Well, I'm really sad and still pretty much in mourning... Those who've read OotP will understand. Anyway! I'm inspired once more, and so here is the real chapter 6. I really hope you've at least read the songs last chapter, if you haven't heard any of them. I'll be posting lyrics every so often like that; so don't be too excited every time you see an update.

I would like to apologize to any readers that might be out there. First for taking so long to update, and second for writing such a crappy story. It may be just good enough, but it's really not as great as you wonderful people deserve to read. That said, please R&R!

I realize that the thing between Harry and Wufei on the train was weird and completely unrealistic to most of you. So, I am explaining how that would work out. If you bothered to read the pairings a few chapters back, you would understand the undeniable attraction. As for things like that just tumbling out of dear Harry's mouth when he's usually silent on such things... I figured I would apply some of my own personality traits to him, like that I find admitting things is much easier when saying it to a well- liked acquaintance rather than someone closer. Regarding Wufei going after Harry, I wanted him to have some uncontrollable, inexplicable impulse to comfort Harry. It's more believable than the pilot just grabbing Harry and shagging him in some abandoned compartment, eh?

Things like relationships are moving along rather too quickly for my taste, so I will attempt to slow it down, make the story a bit more serious, and fit a plot in there somewhere.

And yes, I know that many parts are corny... The worst ones are meant to be that way, though!

Again, please review what you read!

dances the Charleston

(I disclaim!)

the real Chapter 6

Groaning as his bleary eyes blinked open, Quatre awoke to the sight of several concerned people standing around him, including all the pilots, Blaise and Draco, and Remus and Sirius.

"What... What happened?" he asked, voice raspy. He immediately felt waves of guilt washing over him as Blaise and Draco knelt down to be at eye level with him.

"It's all my fault!" they wailed in unison.

"I should've been with you." Said Draco.

"I should've asked you out more privately. I'm so sorry that happened to you, kitten." Said Blaise, looking tearfully into Quatre's eyes. Draco glared a thousand deaths at his Housemate, but said nothing.

"Kitten? Oh, Blaise, that's so sweet. It's not your fault I'm so weak, though. And...yes. I can feel that you're just so kind, although we've just met. Of course I'll go out with you." And Quatre promptly flung his arms around Blaise with a happy smile, Draco completely forgotten.

Draco was shocked. It was as though someone had actually twisted a knife through his heart and slugged him as hard as they could in the stomach at the same time. Quatre completely missed these emotions, wrapped up in his and Blaise's happiness. To the outside viewer, only a fleeting moment of twisted agony was upon the pureblood's face before a carefully blank mask slipped over it and he stepped out of the room.

Now, of course, as it would be unlike the author to not have anyone follow a distraught character, Trowa rose from his spot on the floor and followed Draco quietly. He knew that Quatre cared very much for Draco, and so if one was upset, there was no doubt that the other would also become so in little time.

Trowa had never had much experience in this whole 'comforting people' thing, but he decided to give it his best shot. Anyway, since a friend of Quatre's would generally have to be Trowa's friend as well, maybe Trowa could use this as an opportunity to make friends.

Finally, Draco rounded a corner and stopped; a statue was nearby and he could sit with his knees tucked up and rest his arms on them while remaining mostly hidden. With sharp eyes that couldn't be fooled, Trowa quickly spotted the blonde boy and took a spot next to him.

"What do you want? Go away." Said Draco miserably. "Or have you come to deject me further?"

Trowa figured he might try just talking first, since Draco didn't seem too touchy-feely around people he didn't know.

"Draco..." he began quietly. Draco put his chin on his arms so his head was still down, but he could look at Trowa. "... do you want to talk about what's bothering you?" Trowa remained passive a Draco glared viciously at him.

"Do I look like I wanna talk about it?"

"...Not really. But you should! I want to know. Quatre's my best friend, so maybe I can help you... It's not good to keep everything to yourself." Trowa replied gently.

The two sat rather silently for a few minutes or so, and finally Draco began. "I guess... I'm jealous of Blaise. I had Quatre first, so I have the first claims to him, and Blaise ignored that and took him away. I know Quatre and I were- are still just friends, but I think I wanted more than that. Now, I've got no one."

Trowa nodded. "I understand. I never had anyone until I met Quatre." Draco looked at Trowa closely.

"Were you...?" he asked. Trowa smiled.

"No. I don't think I could ever be with Quatre romantically. We're too close... Like family." Finally, he decided to put a hand on Draco's shoulder. "He'll see what's supposed to happen. Blaise just swept him off his feet a little, you know? I just know he'll come to his senses."

"Do you usually talk this much?" asked Draco. Trowa thought for a moment.

"Only around Quatre."

"So does this mean we're friends now?"

"... I guess so."

And so Trowa and Draco were the greatest of friends from that moment on, and the statue of Wadrock Gryffindor, Godric's demented uncle, was forevermore their place to talk... A place to see much more of the two than any pair ever before.

Poor Butterfly

'Neath the blossoms waiting

Poor Butterfly

For she loved him so

The moments pass into hours

The hours pass into years

And as she smiles through her tears

She murmurs low

The moon and I

Know that he'll be faithful

I'm sure he'll come back

By and by

But if he don't come back

I just must die

Poor Butterfly

"So, Harry, which beds do we get? Huh? Huh?" Duo jumped on the bed that was obviously Harry's, his eyes bright with excitement.

"Go on and take whichever free bed you like, ok? Don' worry about unpacking your things tonight and get some rest. You'll need it for tomorrow's classes, especially since we've got potions first thing tomorrow, with the Slytherins." Harry grinned and stretched out on the gorgeous scarlet bed. "Something tells me the Slytherins won't be too keen on bothering us as long as you all are around."

Duo grinned back and flung himself on the nearest bed... Which happened to be occupied by Seamus Finnigan.

"Argh! Geroff, ya bloody... Oh! Sorry, Mr. Duo, sir... I mean, well..." he trailed off, rather pink. Duo smiled kindly.

"Well, I'm the one who leaped on ya in the first place. Sorry, man, I didn't see ya there! Anyway, maybe I like this bed, eh?" he crept closer until he was just inches from the irish boy's face. "As long as you're in it." Seamus did a very good impression of a tomato, and Dean chose just that moment to barge into the room.

"Oy! Seamus, love, where've ya been, we were waiting for ya out there and what the hell?!! Seamus, I can't believe this! I leave you alone with a pretty boy for a few minutes and this is what I get? Fine, then! I don't even want to talk to you about this. I'm going to sleep in the commons tonight!" and he immediately turned and left just as suddenly as he came.

Duo looked at Seamus bashfully. "Sorry, bud, I was just playing around. Do you mind if I go talk to him and explain?" Seamus nodded.

"That'd be a good idea."

Duo entered the softly lit commons to find Dean staring into the fire; a stray tear was violently wiped away as the dark boy sniffed quietly.

"Er, Dean, was it? Look, I'm sorry about what you thought was going on, but I-"

"No! I don't want to hear you making excuses for Seamus. I know what I saw, and I'm not mad at you, so don't bother. You couldn't have known that we are... Were a couple."

Duo sat down next to his housemate. "Dean, I jumped on what I thought was an empty bed. It turns out that Seamus was in the bed, and being the flirtatious little bastard I am, I decided to tease him a bit. I'm like that with everyone, Dean, and Seamus was just trying to sleep. Don't punish him for something he didn't do."

Dean looked at Duo with wide eyes. "You serious?" Duo nodded. "I thought- I thought- Nevermind what I thought! I've gotta go apologize to Seamus before he thinks... Well, you know." Dean rushed off to make amends with Seamus, brushing by Heero who was just coming into the commons. Heero sat on the couch, and his only- and best- friend leaned against his legs to let Heero play with his long braid.

"So, Heero, what do you think of all this? It's only my first day and I've caused discord!" Duo tilted his head back to see Heero's face.

"I think that's normal for you Duo. I'd be shocked if you hadn't been the source of some sort of trouble today. As for me... I'm stable." He untied the black ribbon that was holding Duo's braid as he spoke, and ran his fingers through the silky chestnut locks. Duo nodded.

"I think... I wanna be friends with these people. We're going to be happy here, aren't we Heero? Will we be free now?" the boy turned around to face Heero completely. "Can we make promises?"

The firelight flicked as the logs shifted. The moon and stars peered through the window, and saw something rare...

Heero smiled softly, and touching his forehead to Duo's, whispered, "Yes."

That's the end of this chapter! Come back later for some more lovely entertainment, eh? This summer, I'm on a roll!

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