Umm, please don't kill me! I had a lot of crap going on and well, even though I'm in the city that never sleeps, there still isn't enough time in the day to get everything done. Hell, really shouldn't even be awake this late but I was like, o crap, has it really been that long? Plus I still have to update my other two stories and I'm procrastinating like usual, but hey, that's life, Sorry its so short, but I haven't had much time lately..

*Disclaimer *~~ I do not own HP or FMA or have any association what so ever with the authors or publishers or, well, you get the point.

Chapter 7

Ed was sound asleep, with his head atop his pile of books when a series of loud, obnoxious knocking sounds came from the entrance to his room. He gave a start, and groggily lifted his head. A blink, and an annoyed scowl were directed towards the direction in which the offending noise was coming from, and Ed stretched his now sore limbs and let out a loud yawn.

"Come in" He said with another, now barely stifled yawn. Roy Mustang walked into the now hellishly messy room, with books, clothes, and what looked like stale food strewn everywhere. Roy was wearing a dark blue plain t-shirt on under a jean jacket with his military boots peeking out from underneath the end of his jeans. He looked down at Edward and felt oddly over-dressed.

Ed sat on the floor rubbing his eyes, his hair a disheveled mess. He only had on a pair of light blue boxers, and when the younger alchemist stretched, his muscles on his finely toned body rippled. Roy swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, then cleared his throat.

"Good morning, Edward, its time for you to get ready. The train leaves in about four hours, but it seems you still need to take a shower and put all of your things back into your trunk. I can help you with that, though." Roy said, turning away from the delicious sight in front of him. He pulled out his wand, gave it a swish, and all the clothes and stray essentials for the term flew and dumped themselves unceremoniously into Ed's already open trunk.

Roy sighed. Thank goodness that Professor Quirrel taught me the basics. It's really not all that different from alchemy, really, all you have to do is focus. It feels the same as alchemy. Roy thought.

Ed stared at Roy, who stared evenly back. "What?" Roy asked the younger alchemist, who just shrugged and walked past him to the bathroom in his room. "Eh, its nothing, I just thought of something strange, and it made me daze out a bit. Anyways, I am going to take a quick shower so don't wait up." He called over his shoulder as he promptly closed the door behind him.

"What the hell?" Roy said under his breath, then shook his head and waved his wand again. The now completely packed trunk levitated up to his eye level and he levitated it out of the room and he stole another wistful look at the closed bathroom door. A crash and a loud 'Umph' was heard and Roy ran out into the hall and tripped over the trunk that now had its contents spilling out all over the hallway floor.

A muffled "P-p-please get o-of of m-m-me" was heard under all of the clothes and Roy's crotch. Roy bolted up and started shoving clothes to the side, revealing a very nervous Quirrel, who now looked close to tears.

"I am so sorry. Are you alright, Professor Quirrel? Here, let me help you up." Roy said, pulling the fallen professor upright. A quick wand wave and all the clothes dutifully flew back into the trunk, and it closed once again with a 'snap'.

"I am q-quite alright, Professor Mustang." He said, looking up into Roy's eyes with tears in his own. Roy was struck with a sudden urge to kiss the now openly crying man, and he did, stooping down slightly to meet the damp lips of the turban-wearing professor.

Quirrel gasped, and Roy slid his tongue inside as the wet passage was revealed. A flash of Ed's face crossed over his vision, but he forcibly shook it to the side. It would never work out anyways. At least with Quirrel, I wont feel like a cradle robber and I wont question if he really know what he is getting into. Roy thought sadly.

Quirrel's tongue started to move inexperiencedely against his, and he smirked into the kiss. He loved teaching people how to kiss properly and promptly started moving his arms to rest his hands on Quirrel's lower back.

The other man gave a little squeak, and Roy moved even closer, smirking around the kiss. It felt good to be back in control. Or so he thought, before he heard Ed's door open once more, revealing a slightly doe-eyed teenager. The look in his eyes flashed between hurt, betrayal, anger, then, nothing. The fleeting emotions that passed over the normally expressive alchemist scared Roy, but not as much as the impersonal mask Ed was now putting up.

"Well, come on. We haven't got time to wait for your little make-out session to end. We have a train to catch, remember?" Ed said, hefting his trunk onto his shoulder and walking briskly past them.

Roy stared dumbly at the retreating back of Ed, and then mentally shook himself. He shouldn't care that he might have hurt him, or that it was possibly one of the most heart wrenching things he had seen, with the look of outright betrayal flitting across the younger alchemists face. But it did, and it hurt. He looked down at the shell-shocked wizard in his arms and sighed. Now what am I supposed to do?

Okay, I know its extremely short, but my back hurts and its like really early in the morning. I'll update sooner this time with a longer chapter if I can pry my computer away from my sisters grimy paws. I swear, anytime I get something, its automatically labeled as "hers" in her mind. And to my parents, theyre like "Oh, you should share with your sisters." Ugh…

Anywhos, please review and tell me what the hell I did wrong, cuz this chappie just doesn't feel right to me. Or maybe its just sleep deprivation… * sweatdrops *