Okay, sorry for that short chapter. I thought it was gonna be long, but then my dad got home and I had to get off REALLY fast. But here's part two of teaching.

BEWARE! Massive Harry Potter knowledge is not here. In its place is my own creation of bashing and parody. I call it... bashody. Also, as always, there is a RoyEd relationship. If you have a problem with that, LEAVE, or accept creative minds.

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Roy smiled. The young alchemist was always trying to make him look good in front of others. Maybe it was just a lovers' thing, because it sure as hell wasn't a teenage thing. Normally a teenager would be pushing older people away. But they were an item, and had that special right.

"I would love to demonstrate, Mr. Elric." They both smiled at the formality. "But without a proper situation, I fear that there is no need to set something on fire. Oh!" He turned back to his desk and got more chalk. "I am a state alchemist. Meaning I am an alchemist that serves the state."

"Obviously. God, does this loser actually think a little show will impress me?" said a blonde in the back. But Roy heard it, and walked down the isle to him.

"You seem to know a lot, don't you, Mr. Malfoy. Tell you what, since you know so much, you can tell me the chemical breakdown of..." Roy tried to think of something easy. "How about a steel chain? Now, tell us, Mr. Malfoy, what the chemical breakdown is."

The blonde was looking down at his notebook, which was covered in bad drawings of random people. He clearly had no idea what the breakdown was, let alone what steel looked like. Normally it would just be called 'metal'. But no, this professor had to say steel, and make it ten times more difficult.

Roy sighed after 60 seconds, and went back up to the front. Edward was trying his hardest not to burst out into a laugh. After all, there was only steel, in a steel chain (1).

"As I was saying, being a state alchemist means that you serve the state. With that, comes the state issue watch that every state alchemist gets when certified. We all have one." Roy reached into his pocket and pulled his out. A few dings here and there, but still a marvel to look at. "Also, with the watch comes your official state name. Mine is the Flame Alchemist. Observe."

Roy put a piece of paper in his ashtray. He then put it on the front desk and snapped his fingers. Almost everyone gasped. Ed only mumbled something like "...showing off... Bastard..." Roy smiled at their reaction, but then put on a stern face.

"The only reason I can do that is because I manipulated the oxygen and such around the paper. With the circle on my glove, which also has powder in it, I was also able to control the amount of flame emitted onto the paper. Any questions so far?"

The blank faces were a sign. Yes, they had questions. But like Hell if they were going to ask the man that can set things on fire. But one brave soul raised his hand, very nervously. Roy called on him.

"Well, s-sir, how exactly would that he-help? I mean, we have our w-wands. And setting things on fire is-isn't very useful. And fire just burns stuff,"

"I only said that fire is why I'm the Flame Alchemist. Hell, there's the Iron Blood Alchemist, the Strong Arm Alchemist," Roy counted names off of his fingers, then stopped and smiled. "There's also the Full Metal Alchemist. He's a real child prodigy. Joined up when he was only 12. Anyone want to guess what his special skill is?"

A few hands slowly rose. Roy called on a girl with long black hair (2).

"In metal, sir?" She asked nervously. Obviously she hadn't planned on being called on.

'Not my favorite one, but the one the state knows of.' Roy thought quietly, and then replied to the girl.

"Yes, that's correct. 5 points to Gryffindor." A few high fives were exchanged, and the girl was patter on the back by some of her house mates. Ed was blushing like crazy as Roy continued talking about how alchemy had helped the Full Metal Alchemist in the past.

"You feeling alright, mate?" Ron whispered to Ed. "You're getting pretty rosy in the cheeks." That made Ed blush a little more.

"No, I'm fine. Just a little... just pay attention." Ed added quickly. He didn't want anyone else to know of his and Roy's relationship, let alone the boy who kept asking questions. But chances were that Harry had already told him, and the red head was just trying to piss Ed off.

"Now transmute the little tin box into something. Go." Roy sat back down at his desk. He had never imagined that teaching would be so hard and frustrating. And he had to correct papers, instruct students, and his throat hurt. Plus, Ed was just 3 yards away, and they couldn't even kiss. Yeah, Roy was beginning to regret the job offer. But Ed had to be here, and he didn't want anything to happen to Ed, so it was a must that he was there.

The wizards of Hogwarts had obviously never done anything without a wand. This is what Ed noticed when he looked around the room. Boys were having trouble drawing circles. And if they did, it would be all crooked or not the right size. Some of the girls were trying to think of 'the cutest thing' to transmute their tin into. As if it was a competition to see who could make the cutest thing.

Roy saw it too. The way the wizards didn't seem to want to learn the wonderful science. But then, why should they be? He had shown them something only he could do, and then went on to talk about what other could do. Not what they could do. 'Fuck, I need a drink.'

Soon flashes of light were coming from one of the tables. One girl screamed, while most of the others just gasped in surprise. It seemed that Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, had done alchemy. A few students had gathered around his table.

"Bloody Hell, Harry! I can't believe you did it! I mean, I thought for sure no one would be able to transmute, or whatever. Wow!"

"Yeah, well... I mean... It's just tin, guys..." Harry tried to explain his masterpiece. But, unfortunately, he didn't know what it was that was in front of him. It looked like a flower of some sort. Like a rose, or a tulip. But it was tin, and really thin and such. Roy walked over to see what Harry had made, only to smile. He looked over at Ed, who was whistling.

"So, Mr. Potter, why did you choose a rose as your transmutation?" Ed tried to keep whistling, but it was very hard on account of the fact that he was smiling so much. And Roy wasn't even looking at Harry; he had his deep eyes set on Edward.

"I... like...roses, professor. Yes, and I just... thought it'd be... nice." Harry knew it wasn't convincing, but he had to say something.

"So, you knew that there was hydrogen in tin? (3) That's very good for some one your age." Roy said, finally looking at Harry. Ed had a questioning look on his face. He knew what Roy was doing.

"Y-yes, sir. I figured that out. I just used the periodic table, sir. And... I just thought it would be perfect." Harry thought that mentioning the table would help him a bit. It didn't.

"There is no hydrogen in tin, but thank you for trying. Now I'm sure what Mr. Elric did is meaningful to him, but it is not polite to take credit for some one else's work." Roy turned and walked back to his desk. "Oh, and I take back... 2 points from Gryffindor."

"Why not 5, Professor Mustang?" asked a small boy. He was most likely in Hufflepuff.

"Because if Mr. Elric had not transmuted something, I think that none of you would want to try and make something more exciting. Now, get back to work."

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Okay, my fingers REALLY hurt and I've been typing and backspacing for like 2 hours. That, and reading fan fiction. BUT, I think this is long enough, right? 4 pages on Word isn't that much on ff, but it's something.

Toodles,

Emily Rose

(1) I have no idea what's in a steel chain, but it goes with the story.

(2) Made her up. Let's pretend she's in Gryffindor, though. They're a cool bunch.

(3) Made that up to. I don't know what's in tin. Let's say... not hydrogen, okay?