Okay, I started writing this after returning from one of the best parties ever, so I am still hyper and thus I plea temporary insanity.
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Quatre woke with an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Rubbing it gently he frowned. The strange sense was coming from his 'space heart.' He quietly slipped from Trowa's grasp and padded out into the main room.
To his surprise he found Duo sitting on an armchair, knees drawn up to his chest. Quatre knelt next to him.
"Duo? What's wrong?" he asked concerned. Duo looked up.
"Oh, it's you Quatre," he said. He looked back at the cold fireplace. Quatre moved in front of him.
"Seriously Duo. What's the matter?"
Duo sighed.
"I don't know. It's just that I always thought that this world only existed in a book. It's overwhelming to finally be here. Truth be told I'm feeling a bit lost."
Quatre laughed. Duo looked at him in surprise and he clapped a hand over his mouth.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "But you're not the only one feeling this way. Think of Heero. He survived by living in a predictable and structured world. Now he's in a place where chairs and food appear from nowhere, pictures talk, and people fly on broomsticks. At least you know what to expect from reading the books."
"I guess," Duo said.
"Look at it this way. You can either hid in your room until we manage to leave or you can do what you usually do."
"And what is that? Duo asked playfully. Quatre smiled.
"Talk your head off and get in all sorts of trouble."
Duo laughed and cuffed his friend. Then his face softened and he grabbed him up in a tight hug.
"Thanks Quatre," he mumbled. Quatre patted him on the back.
"It's not a problem. Remember we're all here for each other. It will turn out well in the end."
"Yea. I'm going to bed now. 'Night Quatre.
"Goodnight Duo."
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The next morning the Golden Trio encountered the boys in front of the hall. Together they entered and settled themselves at the Gryffindor table once more.
The group began discussing their morning plans. Hermione and Wufei announced that they would be in the library. Heero turned to Harry and asked in a monotone voice if they could go flying again.
Harry was slightly taken aback. He had assumed that Heero was unable to speak in anything but grunts, seeing as that was all he had done up until that point. Then he smiled internally.
If anything would have coaxed the stoic boy to speak it would have been flying. The boy was a natural. Ron had even joked that Harry had better watch his Seeker spot. And if Heero was a true natural then he would be eager to fly again.
Harry nodded an affirmative and then asked Ron if he would like to join them. Much to his surprise the red head declined.
"I have a Divination paper due," was his explanation. Duo leaning in close to him.
"Do you really have a paper?" he whispered conspiratorially, "Or just a strong desire to keep a certain boy's hands off a certain girl?"
Ron turned red and stuttered,
"What..what are you talking about? I don't care."
Duo smirked as Hermione broke in.
"It seems you know everything about us. What about you? Why don't you tell us something special about yourselves."
Quatre shook his head.
"Actually," he said, "It's only Duo who knows anything. But if you wish to know then I'll start. Trowa claims I can get anything with my adorable eyes."
Ron snorted, glad for a change of subject.
"Prove it," he said. Quatre opened his eyes wide.
"Oh, Ron," he sighed, "Your toast looks delicious. May I have a piece?"
Ron sat there, sort of stunned. Quatre opened his eyes even wider, a hint of a tear glistened in the corner. In a daze Ron picked up a piece of his carefully buttered toast and handed it to the adorable boy.
Duo choked on laughter into Heero's juice. Quatre took the offered food and the spell was over. Hermione let out a breath.
"Wow," she said, "Are you perhaps part Veela?"
Quatre frowned,
"I don't think so," he said, "Although I don't know what a Veela is."
"What's special about you?" Ron asked Trowa before Hermione could launch into a lecture.
"I work at a circus."
"Really? Cool. What do you do?"
"He's a clown and he throws daggers." Quatre beamed at the silent boy, who seemed uncomfortable with the attention.
"Wuffers is a world class swordsman," Duo said, almost challengingly. Quatre looked annoyed at the fact that someone would rather talk about something other than his boyfriend.
"How about you?" Harry asked Heero, eager to learn more about the boy. Heero turned to glare at him.
"I don't have any useless talents. I'm to busy with-"
"School," Duo broke in, "Heero's the Perfect Student right?"
The other pilots went quiet. Heero looked at Duo.
"Hn," he said by way of agreement. Harry was slightly put out by the non-answer. He also wondered at the unusual tension in the pilots. Once again he wished they would open up more. They still hadn't explained their strange behavior when they first met, although Harry hadn't seen a gun since.
"Now it's my turn," Duo said, excited. He mused for a moment. Then he grinned and picked a cherry of Wufei's plate.
He chewed for a moment and then swallowed. The others watched curiously as he reached in and pulled out the stem.
It was tied in a perfect double knot. Ron coughed on his juice. Hermione patted him on the back. Quatre looked jealous. Trowa was angry because Quatre was jealous. Heero was indifferent. Harry's eyes were slightly glazed over. Wufei, however, was confused and ignorant.
"Good job, Maxwell. You have truly proven your uselessness."
Ron looked shocked.
"Don't you know what that implies?" he asked.
"No," Wufei said sourly. Duo winked flirtatiously.
"It means," he said slowly, "that I'm a good kisser."
Then he stood.
"All that talking's good for something. Now if you don't mind. I have places to be."
He pressed the stem into a shocked Wufei's hand and sauntered off.
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Snape stood at the head of his classroom scowling at the students as they entered. He was about to start when two figures entered. One moved to the back of the class room. The other bounced to the front of the room and grabbed Snape's hand eagerly.
"Wonderful to meet you professor. I'm Duo Maxwell and I would love to sit in on your class."
Snape glared at the overeager boy but he had to allow the 'exchange student' to seat himself beside the desk. Turning to the class he announced,
"We're working on a potion that is used in wards and guarding spells," he flicked at wand at the board where words appeared, "You have one hour. Begin."
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Harry frowned and looked at the directions again. His potion was supposed to be a clear blue. It looked muddy grey. Harry looked up fearfully, afraid that Snape would be standing over him ready to remove points for the bungled potion.
To his surprise the Potions Master was deep in conversation with Duo. Harry wished there were windows in the dungeon so he could see if pigs were flying. The Potions Master actually looked to be enjoying himself.
Harry quickly turned back to his potion hoping he could figure out where he had messed up and fix it before Snape and Duo finished their discussion and the teacher was free to sweep about the classroom once more.
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Draco felt eyes on him. He looked up into the deep purple pools of Duo's eyes. The potions teacher had gone off to stalk around the dungeon a few minutes earlier so Duo was sitting by himself.
Duo cocked an eyebrow and winked at the blond. Draco sneered and Duo smirked. Draco returned to his potion. That boy was insufferable. Then an idea hit him and his sneer became a smirk. 1
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They met Wufei in Charms. After Professor Flitwick explained the charm (one to make books read themselves), he and Hermione bent their heads in a discussion of some fact or another they had discovered.
Ron glowered at their closeness and caused his book to start shouting curse words. Embarrassed he slammed it shut ending the spell. Heero sat in the corner, seemingly bored, but Harry could sense him watching their actions with interest.
Duo bounced to the front of the room and introduced himself to Flitwick, who exclaimed over his lack of a wand. Duo shrugged.
"Isn't a wand just a conduct for the wizard's magic? Theoretically if you have great enough concentration you shouldn't need it," he said.
"Yes, but only three wizards in the last century have perfectly mastered wandless magic."
This led Duo to spend the rest of the hour debating wandless magic with Flitwick. Noticing the debate Harry rolled his eyes. It seemed Duo wasn't joking when he said he liked to talk.
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After lunch the group trouped down to Care of Magical Creatures. They found Hagrid, Trowa and Quatre standing around a crate. Trowa and Quatre were cuddling small balls of fluff. Quatre's was brown with green eyes and Trowa's was white with blue eyes. Hagrid introduced them as Parluges.
"Ther's a legind that the first Parluge you meet will hav' the same hair and eye color as yer true love. Dunno if it's true 'r not, but it's a bit o interestin' informatin." 2
Hagrid went on to detail the care of the creatures. Then we waved his hand toward the box. Duo closed his eyes before reaching in.
"So I truly know what my soulmate's colors are, not what I want them to be."
Surprisingly the small ball had brown fur and blue eyes. Heero snorted and Duo giggled.
"Look it has purple eyes," Draco exclaimed loudly. Heero and Do both looked over at his brown Parluge.
As other Sytherins crowded around to examine the Parluge's rare features, Heero glared his signature death glare at the blond, who returned it with his trademark smirk. Duo, hearing lightning, looked up to see if it would rain. Oddly enough there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
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After dinner Duo sauntered back to his rooms. He was so busy thinking about his day he didn't see the hand that reached out to grab him. He was pushed against the wall and pinned there.
"Draco!" Duo gasped, looked at his attacker, "What are you..."
He was interrupted by Draco firmly planting his lips on his in a kiss. Caught unawares, Duo's mouth hung slack and Draco used that to slip in tongue into the others mouth. Carefully he began to plunder Duo's mouth. Duo moaned, and suddenly Draco drew back.
"See you around Maxwell," he said with a nod. Then he turned and sauntered off.
Still shocked, Duo put a hand to his lips. He planed on teasing Draco, but he hadn't expected the other to go this far. It certainly made for food for though. That is if he could stop his mind from spinning.
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So there it is.
A/N:
1 I wonder what the real difference between a sneer and a smirk is. I'm operating on the assumption that a sneer is condescendingly angry and a smirk is condescendingly satisfied.
2 I tried to make Hagrid's accent authentic. I don't know if I succeeded, but I guess it would have been weirder if he had spoken perfect english.
There's no such thing as Parluges. I made them up. I am trying to find a copy of "Dangerous beasts" but the library's copies were checked out.
Also if anyone is wondering this is AU from HBP. If you want a reason say that the presence of the pilots is messing up the timeline. But mostly its because I didn't like the HBP that much and couldn't make it fit.