The title for chapter eleven is from…Camelot. Congrats to Easterly Winds, Wickedgreenchild, CardboardCreative, Miss Elphie, and Krumnut.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. I don't own Harry Potter. End of story.

Since I've been tortured all of my characters/readers for so long, I've decided to give you a whole chapter of fluff. Wolfie pukes.

As you can see, I don't particularly enjoy fluff that much- I'd much rather continue being sadistic. However, you all deserve it for putting up with me, so…enjoy.

The marvelous Mara wrote the kissing part of this chapter. In exchange for a copy of the songs from Little Women (the musical). Although this chapter is also un-beta-ed.

Chapter 11: Those Magic Changes

Fiyero sighed, but didn't cower from Elphaba's glare. "Listen, you've been avoiding Glinda all week and it's been really annoying to everyone at Hogwarts—all the professors know you're avoiding her. And the students probably know, too. And it's rude to Glinda. So I think you two should talk this out."

Elphaba didn't look at the beautiful blonde standing about 10 feet behind her. "And what right do you have to meddle in my affairs?" she muttered threateningly.

But instead of answering, Fiyero grabbed his green ex-girlfriend by the shoulders, turned her around, and gave her a forceful shove towards Glinda.

Elphaba stumbled forward and might have fallen flat on her face if Glinda hadn't caught her. As soon as Elphaba had been righted, she shrugged off Glinda's assisting hand. She was surprised that Glinda had actually helped her. Maybe Glinda wasn't mad or disgusted with her…

Although the green witch was certainly mad and disgusted with Fiyero. She turned around to yell at him for pushing her like that (she could have broken her nose, he'd shoved her so hard!) but in the commotion he had exited the room, leaving the two girls inside.

And as Elphaba looked at the door, she heard the sound of a lock clicking shut.

Great. Elphaba and Glinda were now locked in a room together. Both were madly in love with each other, but only one was aware of this fact.

The one who was not aware that the feeling was mutual hastily started to talk.

"Look, Glinda, I'm sorry. I…didn't mean to say that. It just—well," Elphaba tried to explain as she looked down her shoes. Which really weren't that fascinating, but she was scared of meeting Glinda's gaze. "And I'm sorry. Really, it just slipped out."

"Elphie."

Oblivious, Elphaba kept apologizing. "And Fiyero's right, it was mean of me to avoid you all this time, but I was afraid that you would be disgusted—"

"Elphie."

"—with me and that you were just trying to catch me to tell me how much you hated me or something—"

"ELPHIE!!!" Glinda screamed.

The green witch finally noticed and looked up at Glinda with eyes wide with shock. She couldn't recall the last time she'd heard Glinda yell.

"For Lurline's sake, would you stop apologizing and listen to me?" Glinda demanded. Noticing that she had definitely grabbed Elphaba's attention, she took a deep breath. "Okay, going back to the beginning. I, too, have a short apology to make. I shouldn't have been following you like that; I should have realized that you probably want your space. But now that we have apologized for our behavior the last week, I need to ask you something."

Oh, Merlin, Elphie panicked. Here it comes. She's going to ask me if it's true…

"Is it true?" Glinda asked, her voice tiny and quiet—and sincere.

Elphie looked down at her oh-so-fascinating footwear. She bit her lip. What should I say? And the answer that her brain gave her was, 'Just tell her the truth and apologize if you've hurt her feelings and ask if you two can still be friends.' The green witch took a short, almost gasping but at the same time completely silent breath. "Yes," she said softly.

She could hear Glinda's sharp intake of breath. Oh, Merlin, what had she done?

"I'm sorry, I wish it weren't true and if I've offended you, then I apologize. I really want to still be frie—"

However, Elphaba never got to finish her word. This was because Glinda had suddenly stood up on her tiptoes—quite an accomplishment with the high heels she was wearing—leaned forward, thrown her arms around Elphaba's neck, and kissed her right on the mouth.

Elphaba had multiple reactions to this event. The first was the physical reaction of her left hand suddenly flying up, almost as if to push Glinda away, but Elphaba stopped herself in time. Her brain told her two things, the first being that Glinda's kiss tasted as sweet as a ripe peach that's in season and the second being—WHAT IS GOING ON?

This kiss was too wonderful to ruin, however, by giving any sort of answer to the question posed by her brain right then. So instead, Elphaba relaxed into the kiss a little. Glinda was a good kisser. No wonder the boys went after her like crazy.

Thinking about boys, though, destroyed the moment. Glinda liked boys, not girls. And certainly not Elphaba. This was insane.

Pulling away was difficult, but Elphaba needed to talk now, not kiss.

"Whoa, what just happened?" Elphaba asked, although she obviously knew the answer. "Why—what—when…" she kept making false starts, unable to finish her questions.

"That was called a kiss, Elphaba. Surely you've participated in one before," Glinda said. She had no idea why she was able to joke at a time like this. What if Elphaba had meant love in a strictly platonic way and she just hated to admit that she loved anyone in any way? She must think Glinda was a perverted creep of a friend…

"What I meant was—you like boys! You ought to be with someone like Fiyero! What are you doing kissing me, the ugly green witch who—"

"Of course I like boys, Elphaba. But that doesn't mean I can't like girls," Glinda said with such frank honesty, it would have scared Elphaba. That is, it would have scared her if fireworks hadn't been going off insider of her as she realized what this might mean.

"Do you mean to say, that you…love me? In a romantic way?"

Glinda took a breath. She could have sworn she hadn't taken a breath since before she'd kissed Elphaba. "Why else do you think it hurt so much when I'd thought you'd died? I've loved you for years, Elphaba! I've been completely and utterly in love with you since the moment you defied the Wizard and flew off on your broomstick to Lurline-knows-where! And ever since then, I've been hating myself for not joining you and—"

"Glinda, shut up," Elphaba said in the most loving way possible. The blonde fell silent.

"So, are you telling me that all this time when I've been stressing about your negative reaction to my confession of love for you, you've actually just been trying to catch me so you could tell me you love me, too?"

Her blonde curls bouncing, Glinda nodded. "Pretty much," she responded before once again throwing her arms around Elphaba and kissing her passionately.

This time, Elphaba was much more receptive. Both girls were sure that someone would pinch them and they'd wake up, that this was all a dream. But this kiss felt so real—and so good. Glinda was surprised: who knew Elphaba was such a good kisser? Why hadn't she found this out before?

Elphaba's hand was unconsciously making its way from Glinda's hip north towards her chest when Elphie suddenly realized that their relationship would never work.

Once again, Elphaba broke off the kiss. "Wait," she said. Her voice sounded ragged and hoarse from having not breathed for the past five minutes (or so it seemed). It'd been a long kiss. "I…can't."

"Why not?" Glinda demanded. She hadn't unwrapped her arms from Elphaba's neck, and was in fact refusing to do so until Elphaba admitted that the two of them had to be together forever and ever and resumed kissing her.

"This will never work," Elphaba said. "It'll never work because as a member of the Order, my life is at risk. Voldemort would do anything to hurt the Order, and he will do that anyway he can. And that includes hurting the people I love. I don't want you to get hurt, Glinda."

Inside, the blonde's heart was melting with love. That speech of Elphaba's was almost surreal. Before responding to Elphaba, Glinda pinched herself on the arm to make sure this was real.

Judging from how much her arm hurt from the quick encounter with her perfectly done nails, this was real.

"Elphaba, why would Voldemort want to single out you? And if he wanted to hurt you, I would rather that he hurt me first."

Even still, Elphaba couldn't shake the feeling that she was putting Glinda in danger. "Glinda, I'm serious. He could hurt you so badly—"

"No, he won't," the blonde witch replied assertively. "I've learned how to read the Grimmerie, Elphie. Well, mostly. But…I can still kick his butt."

And even though Elphaba still felt a little worried about Glinda's safety, the humor of her statement and the entire situation won her over. The two girls embraced and began to passionately kiss each other. Somehow Elphaba's cloak fell off and her shirt was being unbuttoned…she wasn't really paying enough attention to notice what was going on. She was just kissing Glinda with all of the love in her heart, and Glinda was doing the same. And after over eight years of love, Glinda was kissing Elphaba with a lot of passion.

In the heat of their kissing, both were caught completely off-guard when the door suddenly opened to reveal a very surprised Fiyero. He had come in to make sure that Glinda and Elphaba hadn't killed each other, but was shocked at the scene playing out in front of his very eyes. After all, it isn't everyday that one sees his ex-girlfriends passionately kissing, one clad only in lingerie (when Glinda's dress had come off was a mystery) and the other wearing only a black lacy bra (when did she buy that? Fiyero wondered) and a pair of pants.

"Oh." Fiyero said lamely, his cheeks turning bright red. "Um, please excuse me." Then he turned around and closed the portrait behind him. Then, he did a double take and opened the portrait again. "Wait a minute. No. No. Get out. I'm glad for both of you, but…get out! These are my rooms! Get out!"

Elphaba and Glinda had stopped kissing long enough to look at each other. They suddenly realized their dramatic states of undress—and they laughed. They laughed at each other, with each other, and for each other and the hilarity of what had just happened.

Neither laughed for very long, however, because Fiyero stormed over, threw their various articles of clothing at them, forced them to put their clothes back on, and kicked them out of his room.

What happened next in Elphaba's room is nobody's business but Elphaba's and Glinda's. Use your imagination.

The next few days brought nothing to Hogwarts but snow. Lots and lots of snow. The white powder drifted down from the grey skies and covered all traces of life on the Hogwarts grounds. The lake iced over and even the Whomping Willow was uncommonly calm. And with the snow came the Christmas season.

Elphaba was in the Owlery when a note came from Ron, inviting her to a Christmas celebration at the Weasley's house. Although Harry or Hermione probably made Ron invite me, Elphaba thought, amused. She was aware that Ron really didn't like her, and after the trial, the feeling was mutual. Still, she would go, because she knew Harry would drag her over to the house if she didn't.

Seeing as Elphaba never really celebrated anything related to religion in Oz, one would think that Elphaba would also not take part in Christmas celebrations in England. However, she did, or at least, she joined in (reluctantly) with the whole gift-exchanging part. Having the Boy-Who-Lived promising to hex her if she didn't celebrate with them generally made her comply with his wishes.

Elphaba shivered as a gust of cold air blew into the tower, and she pulled her cloak closer to her. Perhaps she should get back to the castle before she caught a cold. Glinda would be in her rooms, waiting for her.

Glinda. The thought of her girlfriend made Elphaba smile slightly. She still couldn't believe that it was her that Glinda had chosen. It was her that Glinda was in love with. Her, the green-skinned oddity in Oz (and England). The Wicked Witch of the West.

After their…intimacy that day in Elphaba's rooms, she and Glinda had sat down to have a serious discussion on their newly formed relationship and what it meant for them. Elphaba was adamant on not letting Glinda get hurt because of their love, but Glinda kept asserting that she wished to be with Elphaba no matter the danger. Finally, Elphaba came up with a temporary solution that seemed to appease both witches.

The solution was thus: On the outside, meaning in public, they would pretend to remain close friends. However, at night, or at least when they were alone, they were free to explore their relationship, at least until Voldemort was vanquished. Although neither Elphaba or Glinda were very satisfied with this solution, it was the best thing they could come up with, short of not having a relationship at all.

In spite of all the hypothetical situations involving Voldemort that they had discussed, though, Elphaba knew that he would never get close enough to Glinda to use her and get to Elphaba. Or at least she hoped. There were multiple wards protecting Hogwarts, and as far as she knew, Glinda didn't seem like the type to go out and fight in a battle. So…how would Voldemort even manage to attack Glinda?

Perhaps I'm just being paranoid, Elphaba thought. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen to Glinda. Hoping that these thoughts would go away after time, Elphaba hurried the rest of the way back across the Hogwarts ground, into the castle…and almost ran right into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Elphaba exclaimed. "I wasn't watching where I was going and- Glinda?"

"Hello to you too, Elphie," Glinda laughed.

"I thought you said you were going to wait for me in my rooms," Elphaba said, frowning slightly.

"You took too long," Glinda mock-complained, "so I decided to look for you instead." She slipped past Elphaba to look at the snow covering the school grounds. "Wow," she exclaimed. "There never was this much snow in Oz before."

Elphaba smiled at Glinda's child-like excitement. "We could go out if you want," she suggested. "Although it might be colder than what you're used to."

"That's okay, Elphie," Glinda pulled Elphaba out with her. "Come on!" Shaking her head in an amused sort of exasperation, Elphaba followed her girlfriend out into the winter wonderland that was covering Hogwarts.

"It's beautiful out here," Glinda said as she and Elphaba walked around the frozen lake.

"Isn't it?" Elphaba replied, slightly distracted. This type of peacefulness always unnerved her. The grounds were devoid of life except for her and Glinda, and Elphaba couldn't help but worry that something was going to happen. Somehow, snow and the calm that came with the arrival of snow caused her to become paranoid, especially with the war going on.

Glinda immediately picked up that Elphaba's mind was miles away. With a rapid scan of their surroundings to make sure that there was no one about, she pulled Elphaba into a quick kiss. "Kiss me-it's beginning to snow," Glinda whispered.

Elphaba let herself melt into the kiss before a blast of cold air brought her back to reality and she reluctantly pulled away. "Glinda!" she admonished. "What happened to our agreement?"

"Oh, Elphie, you can be so paranoid sometimes," Glinda whined. "And don't worry: I checked. There's no one out here. Except for you and me, that is."

"But-" Elphaba began.

Glinda put a finger on Elphaba's lips and Elphaba felt her protests die in her throat. Merlin, why can't I resist her? Elphaba thought. However, she followed Glinda's example and let herself respond to Glinda's next kiss.

If it was only always this way, Elphaba mused, looking at the beautiful witch she was currently with. If only it were always this peaceful.

Coming up: A Christmas party (maybe)

And enjoy the happy, sappy stuff while you can…it's back to business for the wicked side of me after the next chapter.

-Wolfie