Cerulean Silver vs. Amber Gold
by hikaranko

Summary: Ed has been put on his stupidest assignment yet: babysitting. Well, that's not what everyone else would call it, but to Edward Elric, it's exactly like babysitting. But there's a lot more to this assignment than what's on file... HP crossover. kinda... sorta... atiny bitAU with HBP release. rated T for language.

Disclaimer: sigh I, just like everyone else, do NOT own either Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter. It would so rock if I did, but I don't. That's life. It's unfair to us all.

Author's Note: wooo! reviews:P i assume that means people like chapter 1? well, hopefully you'll like chapter 2 better. we finally get into Harry Potter's world. and about thepairings in this story... well, like i said before, there will definitely not be any yaoi/shounenai pairings in this story. i'm sorry if i sound horrible saying this, but i'm not really into yaoi. though there will be a few pairings here, they're not exactly prominent... and i wish to keep them a surprise for now.

that said, please enjoy chapter 2!

Chapter Two
Malfoy Manor

Roy and Edward had been in Britain for two days now. They spent the entire previous day wandering around London in search of the mysterious "Diagon Alley". The headmaster of Hogwarts had told the colonel that in terms of school supplies, everything would be taken care of. However, there was one thing that Edward would need to get personally, and that was a wand. When Ed first heard this he burst out laughing, but upon noticing the solemnity in Mustang's voice, he began to violently protest. He complained that having a wand would make him feel like the tooth fairy, and Ed definitely wasn't comfortable with the idea of feeling like something that didn't exist.

However, being forced to concede with maintaining his cover, Ed lost to Colonel Mustang. He was relieved to find that these wands were simply designed; nothing like what he had pictured (thick pink glow sticks with a big yellow star at the end). The process of getting a wand must have taken several hours; the old man that owned the store kept handing him a wand and then taking it away almost immediately. It didn't help that Ed was ambidextrous, which turned the answer to a simple request like "raise your wand hand" into a long moment of blank staring.

Ed finally received a wand; ten inches, mahogany with a demiguise hair. The owner said something about it being excellent for transfiguration, which only earned him another blank stare from the young blonde. Before Ed could ask the wand maker any questions, Roy paid the old man and pulled Ed out of the shop.

While they were in Diagon Alley, they bought several books on magical theory from the book store. Ed decided that he might need to start studying magic in order to keep up with the lessons at the magic school. Roy thought that it would be near impossible for Ed to catch up in a day, but the diligent and studious habits of the young alchemist could truly prove themselves in this situation. And they did, for Ed spent the remainder of the time they spent in London reading.

He was still reading as they drove to the Malfoy family estate in Wiltshire with their rented car early the next morning. The books he was reading told of abilities that went against everything that he knew to be true; the mere wave of a wand and a verbal command could do any number of things. There seemed to be no trace of equivalent exchange, the founding principle of alchemy. Needless to say, it irritated Edward to no end. Not only that, but Mustang had woken him up at the most ungodly of hours for the sake of the stupid baby-sitting mission. He couldn't help but be just a little bit grouchier than usual.

"Fullmetal, be on your best behavior," Roy ordered. "Remember, the Malfoy family is-"

"Extremely elitist, high class, and high maintenance," Ed drawled, his nose still buried in a book. "I know, I know."

The colonel snorted at his subordinate's attitude and continued to drive in silence. The entire area that they had entered seemed as though it had been preserved since the renaissance. Lush green trees grew all around the beaten path that they drove on. The grass grew tall, almost as high as the shrubbery and plants. It looked as though no one had maintained the place in a very long time. Roy began to wonder whether or not there really was a manor in this area, but his doubts were quickly pushed away when he caught sight of a grand mansion in the distance.

The house seemed similar to an old Victorian, only more medieval and castle-like. It was positioned at the top of a small slope, standing majestically amongst the backdrop of forest and sky. There were several tall spires on the roof and the rough stone walls were partially overgrown with vines and ivy. A stone balcony overlooked the front yard, and there were many narrow, arched windows lining the walls. The front yard seemed unnecessarily large, being a simple expanse of grass with a stone path leading to the front steps. There were a few statues of intimidating-looking men (probably ancestors of the Malfoy family) positioned in the yard.

Roy came to a stop by the metal gate that led into the yard. He examined the house for a moment before turning off the engine and getting out of the car.

"Fullmetal, put the book away. We're here."

Ed glanced up from the book and gave the colonel an annoyed, tired glare before turning to look at the house. His eyes grew wide in wonder when he saw the sheer size of the place and his jaw dropped visibly. He was too tired to say anything, but his throat managed to squeak out a noise of surprise.

The colonel chuckled softly as he pushed open the gate and began to walk up the stone path. "No dawdling now, Fullmetal. Hurry it up."

Quickly marking the page and shutting his book, Ed pulled himself out of the car and hurried to keep up with Colonel Mustang. "How long am I gonna be on this job?"

"However long it takes."

"Am I ever allowed to leave?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you never know what will happen or what the Malfoy boy will do."

"Sounds like baby-sitting, Mustang..."

"It's not, Fullmetal."

Ed glared at Mustang for a moment before turning away with a snort. "I still say you should've gotten the major to do this. He's better at dealing with kids."

Roy looked amused. "So you admit that you're a kid?"

'Shit.' His golden eyes went wide. That one had slipped out. Probably because of his own exhaustion. "Shut up. You know what I mean."

True enough, Major Armstrong had looked after Edward and Alphonse Elric more than once before, but it wasn't like they were royal pains in the butt. They didn't cause that much trouble. And they definitely weren't kids anymore, according to Ed. Al had no problem being treated like a child, but that was mostly because no one treated him that way anymore because of the armor. Ed got it all the time because of his size. And he hated it.

By this time, they had reached the top of the stone steps and were standing in front the main door to Malfoy Manor. Roy used the heavy brass knocker on the door, making a thunderous knock that rumbled throughout the estate. He then cleared his throat and adjusted the tie that he was wearing. He was dressed in an ordinary suit so as not to raise any suspicion. Wearing a foreign military uniform under these circumstances was not the way to approach an elitist aristocratic family such as this. Edward, on the other hand, could have cared less about what they thought and stayed in his usual black outfit and red cloak. When the colonel tried to explain things to him, all he got was a glare and an aggravated, "Stuff it."

"Look alive, Fullmetal," Roy said as they waited at the door.

Though still annoyed and grumpy, Ed tried to force himself into professional mode. Unfortunately, he found himself unable to do so and settled with stuffing his hands into his coat pockets. Roy glanced at him and shook his head in disapproval. Ed caught the glance and the scowl on his face grew even sourer.

He was just about to snap at the colonel, but it was at that moment that the front doors opened. Both alchemists turned to face whoever stood in the doorway and were surprised not to see anyone at eye level. Standing where they would have expected to see a proper maid was a small, timid-looking creature with large bat-like ears and huge eyes. It seemed to be dressed in an old, torn-up pillowcase of some kind. The creature stared up at the alchemists in the doorway somewhat fearfully. The alchemists looked back at it in shock, finding themselves unable to do little else.

The creature pulled the door open a little ways more and stepped forward.

"Can the visitors be helped?"

Colonel Mustang pulled himself together as quickly as he could, clearing his throat. "Excuse us. We're here to retrieve Mr. Draco Malfoy. Is he in?"

The small creature's eyes grew wide for a moment. It then lowered its gaze and nodded its head, shuffling backward and heading deeper into the house. Roy looked back at his subordinate and nodded his head, raising a foot to step into the mansion. Before the heel of his shoe could touch the marble stone floor, a bone-chilling shriek escaped the throat of the small creature that opened the door. Roy froze instantly, his eyes wide in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Only those of pure blood are to enter the mansion!" it screamed, its voice shrill in horror as though a grave sin had been committed. "Only purebloods! The visitors must to stay outside!"

Ed almost burst out laughing until he realized that this rule applied to him as well. He wasn't sure what a "pureblood" was, but clearly the elitist attitude of the Malfoy family had permeated right through to the house's... servants. Roy slowly withdrew his foot and planted both feet firmly on the stone just outside. This seemed to please the creature, as it immediately stopped yelling. Then, looking shaken as ever, the small creature hurried away into the house, calling the names of its masters. The two state alchemists were left dumbstruck at the front door.

Roy was the first to recover. "Looks like there are creatures that even you can dwarf, Fullmetal."

The young alchemist's blood boiled over. "WHO'RE YOU CALLIN' AN ULTRA HYPER MIDGET?"

"I never said that..."

It wasn't long before an elegant looking lady with flowing blonde hair and pale skin came to the door. She examined Roy and Ed briefly, glancing them once over with her icy blue eyes before speaking.

"And you are...?" she asked coolly, her voice heavy with a British accent.

"Forgive me," Roy said quickly, giving the lady his most dashing smile. "You must be the lady of the house, Narcissa Malfoy. I must say I'm surprised to see you; you're even more beautiful than Dumbledore let on."

The faint hint of a smile and a soft blush came over the lady's cheeks at the comment. Ed rolled his eyes. He would never understand what Mustang had that so many women seemed to instantly fall in love with.

"It is my honor to be able to meet with you, milady. My name is Roy Mustang. You may simply call me Roy."

The lady's smile grew ever so slightly, as did the blush on her cheeks. "The pleasure is all mine. You may call me Narcissa."

Ed wanted nothing more than to gag. The display was a little more disgusting than he was willing to deal with so early in the morning. Narcissa clapped her hands briefly, obviously a gesture to summon someone to her side. With a twinkling of lights, another one of the creatures from earlier (a different one, judging by the towel wrapped around its body) appeared a few steps away.

"Yes, madam?"

"Call Draco down to the living room. And bring down his things for school."

The creature bowed low before snapping its fingers and disappearing. Lady Malfoy turned her attention back to her guests, a slight smile on her lips.

"Forgive the house-elves," she said sweetly, stepping to one side. "Do come in."

Roy smiled. "My thanks."

The colonel gestured for Ed to follow him inside. Screwing up his face in annoyance, Ed slowly followed after his superior officer. He allowed his eyes to drift, examining the house interior. Although it seemed somewhat poorly lit, the place was very richly decorated. The ceiling arched maybe fifty feet over the floor, which seemed to be made of the finest black marble. An exquisite silver chandelier dangled over their heads, the candles burning with a rich green flame that never seemed to burn out. There were two staircases along the circular walls that met in the middle, creating a sort of balcony across from the main doors. Directly to the right and left of the entrance were large arched doorways that led into different rooms. Everything from the floors to the ceiling was either forest green, silver, or black. It made the place seem like a very expensive dungeon.

"I received the owl from Dumbledore," Narcissa said as she led the way to the living room. She glanced back at Edward. "Is that the boy?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact," Roy answered. "This is Edward Elric. He's an exchange student from the school in Germany."

Lady Malfoy's eyebrows arched upward in mild surprise as she looked at the young blonde, considering him. Edward was distracted from the conversation, gazing sternly at his surroundings. His step was considerably slower than those of the adults as he took in everything he saw, thus putting him out of earshot.

"Well, that's a surprise," Lady Malfoy commented as she watched him. "I must say I was expecting someone of a much larger stature."

Ed twitched. He thought he heard someone insult his height.

"Is he really a sixth year, same as my son?"

Roy chuckled softly. "Yes, he is. Believe it or not. He's actually quite talented in his field. After all, we shouldn't judge a book by its cover."

"I suppose that is true, in some cases," Narcissa laughed. "But not for my son. I don't mean to boast, but Draco is a very talented wizard. We have high hopes for him."

"Is that so? Well, you're very fortunate to have such a boy."

The lady's smile grew as she gestured for Roy to seat himself while waiting for Draco to come downstairs as they entered the living room. When Ed trailed in a few moments later, she asked him to take a seat as well, but Ed politely declined. He remained standing, his eyes still wandering about the room.

Another house-elf appeared at the doorway carrying a silver tea-set. It laid the tray down on the coffee table, pouring a cup for Lady Malfoy and another for Roy. The lady reached over and took her cup into her hands and took a small sip. Roy did the same, thanking the house-elf as he did so. He couldn't help but notice Lady Malfoy wrinkle her nose as she looked at Edward, who was still looking around the living room as though he were searching for something.

"So where's the master of the house?" Roy asked, leaning back slightly on the black leather couch. "Don't tell me that a lovely lady such as yourself is tending to this luxurious estate all alone."

Narcissa looked back at Roy, her blue eyes wide in surprise. Ever so slowly, a forlorn look clouded her eyes. She looked down into her teacup as she took another sip.

"He's... not here. My husband, unfortunately... is in prison."

Roy looked down at his teacup for a moment. "Oh... I'm terribly sorry."

The colonel cast a meaningful glance in Edward's direction. The young alchemist turned slightly so that he could see Lady Malfoy, then looked back at Roy. Ed picked up one of the pictures on the table in front of him and held it up slightly so that Mustang could see it. It was a picture of a man with long white hair and a pale, pointed face and grey eyes. There was something dignified but pompous about the way he looked grimly at the camera. Ed then put the frame down and continued to look around, jamming his gloved hands back into his coat pockets.

"I worry sometimes that maybe Draco isn't taking it very well," Narcissa went on. "He admired Lucius so much, and I just... He's still so young, and for him to have to take on so much responsibility all of a sudden... I want him to finish his schooling and all that, and... I can't help but worry about him."

Ed froze, his eyes wide as a very vivid image of his own mother flashed in his mind. Slowly, he turned his attention to the conversation, no longer interested in the many pictures that were placed about the living room.

"Why is that?" Mustang asked.

Lady Malfoy didn't raise her eyes. "Let's just say that Draco has a tendency to get into trouble. He's just like his father. I worry that he may do something... rash. I just have a bad feeling."

Roy nodded his head slowly, taking another sip of his tea. "I understand."

"Are you just going to sit here all day?"

Everyone turned at the young, exasperated voice that came from the doorway to the entrance hall. There, with his arms folded as he leaned against the doorway was a teenage boy dressed in a nicely pressed casual suit. He was very tall; he had to be about six feet. There was an overall pretty boy look to him that rivaled Roy's. He had a pointed, pale face that seemed to be completely flawless. His platinum-blonde hair fell forward in a stylish manner, flopping slightly into his face. He had sharp silver eyes that were currently glaring distrustfully at the dark-haired colonel. His lips were pressed into a tight line, clearly agitated by the presence of these visitors.

As soon as Roy saw him, he placed the teacup on the coffee table and rose to his feet. "You must be Draco. My name is Roy Mustang. I-"

"I could care less what your name is," Draco snapped.

Ed had to grin at the stricken look on Roy's face. He thought maybe he could like this Draco kid. As he walked slowly toward the colonel, the grin was quickly replaced by a horrified frown. Wait. If this tall boy was Draco, then... The kid he was babysitting was taller than him? Ed's eyes were wide at the realization. He felt like he had just been squashed like a bug. This was sheer torture.

But it was only the beginning. Just then, Draco eyed the teenager in the red jacket and snorted. "Who's the midget?"

Ed saw red. "WHO'S SO SMALL THAT YOU WANT TO SQUISH HIM LIKE AN ANT?"

He would have sprung himself on the spoiled pretty boy fists first, but Roy had quickly grabbed hold of his collar and successfully managed to hold him back. Both of the Malfoys in the room looked shocked by this, especially since it was the first time Edward had said anything since entering the manor. Roy yanked Edward back before turning to the Malfoys with an apologetic smile on his face.

"I am terribly sorry about that!"

Lady Malfoy looked up at Roy, and returned his smile. "Oh, no. I should be the one to apologize. Draco knows better than to insult someone on the first meeting." She rose to her feet and walked over to Draco, placing her hands gently on his shoulders. "Draco, dear. Be nice to these people. They're guests, after all."

The young Malfoy looked bored, rolling his eyes. "Yes, mother, I know."

In the meantime, Roy pulled Edward to one side, lowering his voice so the Malfoys couldn't hear them. He tried to make it look more like a parent scolding a child instead of an officer to his subordinate.

"Get a hold of yourself, Fullmetal," Mustang hissed. "You have to control your temper. You can't just explode all the time, you'll cause a scene."

"Causing a scene will be worth it if it means I can sock 'em in the face!"

"You are not allowed to hit him. You have to stick with this boy. Those are your orders. Which means that you will have to get along somehow. You're not exactly getting off on the right foot here."

"Well, he started it!"

"I don't care who started it. Calm down!"

Ed snorted, stuffing his hands into his pockets and turning away. "Whatever."

Satisfied with this response (for now), Roy straightened and turned back to the Malfoys with a charming smile. "I do apologize for his behavior, Narcissa. He's just a little hot-headed."

Draco seemed to twitch when he heard this stranger casually call his mother by her first name. Lady Malfoy just laughed softly.

"That's quite alright, Roy." She then turned solemnly to her son. "You remember the message from Dumbledore I told you about?"

"Yeah," Draco muttered. "Some rubbish about an exchange student."

"Yes, well, that's him right there," his mother told him, gesturing toward Edward. The small blonde turned slightly at the mention. "Draco, this is Edward Elric. He's from the magic school in Germany. Remember to give him a decent tour of Hogwarts."

Draco looked at Edward with a sneer on his face, sizing him up. Ed glared back at him, his hands balled into tight fists in his pockets.

"You look a lot older than the picture I saw," Ed muttered at length.

"You're sure that it's not because you can't see this high off the ground?" Draco shot back.

A vein popped out on Ed's forehead. He clenched his fists tighter, doing his best to control his temper. A low, dangerous growl escaped from his throat. Roy stepped into Ed's path with his arms slightly raised, blocking him. Narcissa scolded her son lightly. She then summoned several house-elves and instructed them to take Draco's things to the car outside. The Malfoy heir went ahead, shooting an arrogant smirk back at Edward as he did so.

Lady Malfoy sighed worriedly as she watched him go before turning back to her guests. "Don't mind him. He's just... under some stress, that's all."

She then left the living room and hurried to catch up with her son. Only after Narcissa left did Roy and Ed follow. Ed lowered his gaze, staring at the marble floor as he walked. Roy glanced back at his subordinate, his eyebrows coming together in confusion.

"Something wrong, Fullmetal?"

Ed shook his head slowly. "It's just that... I was just wondering if... if I ever made my mom worry like that..."

Roy was somewhat surprised to hear such thoughts coming out of the Fullmetal Alchemist. Ed didn't look up to meet his gaze. This whole situation kept making him think of his mother, which was, needless to say, a very sensitive subject. It was so easy to forget that Edward was still practically a child. He had forced himself to grow up so quickly and to take responsibility that he and everyone he knew often overlooked such a simple fact.

The colonel sighed and patted Ed sympathetically on the shoulder. "If that's true... I suppose you could look at this as your chance to make amends."

A pair of golden eyes turned on Mustang in surprise. Colonel Mustang sighed tiredly again and began to walk away.

"Come on. Let's go."

Both state alchemists walked out of Malfoy Manor and headed to the car. Ed watched for a while as the house-elves transported a heavy looking suitcase and some kind of covered bird-cage into the trunk. The Malfoys had settled themselves into the backseat, a large fur coat over Narcissa's shoulders. Draco was staring out the car window, a blank glaze over his grey eyes.

As Ed went around the car to hop into the passenger's seat, he shot Draco a mean look, which he noticed. The blank look on his face was immediately replaced with an annoyed frown as he watched Ed get into the car and pull out a book. Draco's glare shifted targets when Roy got into the driver's seat and cast another charming smile in the direction of his mother. He twitched when he saw the girlish blush on his mother's face and he turned his attention back outside.

A few moments later, they were on their way back to London, to King's Cross Station. Roy and Narcissa made small talk the entire ride, practically flirting, which made both teenagers roll their eyes in disgust. Ed did his best to bury himself into his thoughts and the book he was reading, but the occasional outbursts of laughter from both adults was beyond irritating. He must have read the same line about fifteen times now. Eventually, Ed successfully shut himself down to the outside world and actually managed to read through several more books.

They arrived at King's Cross Station in good time and Narcissa complimented Roy's superb sense of direction. Roy merely laughed back, saying that he had been lucky this time. Ed smirked inwardly. He knew that Mustang had studied the maps of London the night before and had probably memorized every possible route to the station. Everyone then filed out of the car, grabbed their things, and took them into the station. Roy offered to carry Draco's things for them as they made their way to platform 9 ¾. Another one of Roy Mustang's brown nosing tactics. Anyone else might have been impressed by them, but Ed was just annoyed. Clearly, so was Draco as he immediately snatched his things back, muttering angrily that he could do it himself.

Platform 9 ¾ had been a little trick that Ed instantly despised. Running through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10? He would never have believed it if he hadn't seen several groups of people pass through ahead of him. When it was Ed's turn to run at the barrier, he took a deep breath and charged forward, closing his eyes and bracing himself for a rough impact. He was shocked to find himself in front of a large scarlet train that had "Hogwarts Express" embossed on its shiny surface when he opened his eyes. He never hit any wall. Ed looked around him and finally saw a large sign that read "Platform 9 ¾." He shook his head and trudged over to the train to keep up with Mustang and the Malfoys.

Draco nonchalantly said goodbye to his mother before boarding the train. Just as he was getting on, he shot one last rude look at Roy. When Roy finally noticed, the Malfoy heir narrowed his eyes and leaned toward him slightly.

"Touch my mother and die," he hissed into Roy's ear.

The colonel blinked, feigning innocence. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

Young Draco Malfoy was not convinced and his gaze only turned icier as he slowly boarded the train. Of course, Ed had noticed what happened and immediately decided that he didn't care. In fact, he sort of hoped that Roy did do something to Narcissa, just to have Draco do some kind of horrible curse or whatever on the colonel. Before Ed could get on, Mustang caught him by the wrist and held him back for a moment. Ed narrowed his eyes.

"What now?"

"Remember to send a report every other week," the colonel said in a low voice. "I'll send you an owl of your own so that you can keep in touch."

Ed nodded firmly. "Got it."

"And also... Don't forget your mission. Keep an eye on the Malfoy boy, and if he does anything out of the ordinary be sure to include it in your report. If necessary, you may speak directly to Dumbledore, the headmaster."

He nodded again, starting to get annoyed. "Anything else?" he muttered.

Colonel Mustang looked thoughtful for a moment. "Try not to get yourself killed. You're already enough of a pain without the paperwork."

Ed rolled his eyes and wrenched his arm away from his grasp. "Fine. There's no way I'd die before you anyway, you morally corrupt colonel with a god complex."

Roy was about to berate him for being disrespectful to a superior officer, but Ed had got on the train before he had the chance.

For a moment, Ed was worried that he wouldn't be able to find Draco now that he had slipped out of sight. Fortunately for him, the white-blonde had been stopped by a group of snobby looking people. Ed sighed in exasperation and grudgingly moved to join them.

Another fortunate thing: the snobs seemed to accept him into their little group. Draco gave him an annoyed sideways glance as he came up, but the pug-faced brunette girl that was clinging to his arm smiled slightly in Ed's direction. Her reason for doing so was completely beyond his understanding. One of the boys in the group, a tall black boy with high cheekbones and long, slanting eyes, made a comment about the symbol on the back of Ed's jacket. It apparently contributed to the mutual acceptance. Ed wasn't sure why the alchemy symbol (a cross with a snake wrapped about it and a winged crown) would put them at so much ease. If ever, he had expected it to cause a fuss and raise suspicion. Strange.

After they all introduced themselves, they walked down the corridor in search of a private compartment. Ed already knew that he wouldn't like these people, but he hid his disgust very well. On the way, two other teenagers squeezed past them, a girl with bushy light-brown hair and a red-headed boy with freckles. Everyone suddenly fell silent and glared, some of them casting expectant looks at Draco. Clearly, Malfoy was their little leader. Ed couldn't help but notice the daggers that Draco and the red-head were glaring at one another. However, there seemed to be a slight change in his grey eyes when Draco looked at the girl. Ed couldn't quite put a finger on it. After a moment, Draco snorted and threw a rude hand gesture at the teenagers as they passed. The red-head looked mildly confused, but he and the girl continued on their way regardless.

As soon as they found a compartment, they settled in as though it were their own house. The chubby boy with the stupid face and the one with the pudding-bowl haircut (Ed had already forgotten their names out of disinterest) sat next to each other on one bench. The black boy with high cheekbones shoved them to the side, making room for himself. Ed seated himself by the window on the opposite bench and the brunette girl sat next to him, which didn't fail to make Ed uncomfortable. Draco stretched himself out on the same bench, placing his head in the girl's lap as Ed was shoved against the window. The girl looked down into Draco's face somewhat affectionately, stroking his hair.

Ed grimaced as he adjusted himself in the seat, trying to find a way to remain comfortable while the royal pain in the ass stretched out as though he were on a bed. He was lucky to be so small. Ed's eye twitched when he realized what he admitted to himself. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, wanting to scream.

The Hogwarts Express then started to pull out of the station. Hundreds of parents and assorted family members waved goodbye to their children. Among them was Narcissa Malfoy, intently watching the train as it pulled away and clouds of white steam billowed out of its chimney. Standing next to her was Roy Mustang, a solemn expression on his face. He stood out amongst the tear streaked faces of the other parents as they frantically waved goodbye to their children for the year.

It wasn't long before the train began to pull out of sight and the crowd of loving parents began to dissipate. Narcissa sighed and turned to go, Roy at her side. As soon as they both got into the car, Roy turned in his seat to look at the lovely Lady Malfoy.

"So where can I take you for some tea?" he asked with another dashing smile.

Narcissa smiled.

Author's Note: ahh, Ed's initiation into the magical world. ...sorta.about Ed's hand proficiency... i know he punches with his right arm, but i noticed that he writes and eats with his left, so i figure he's ambidextrous. i was at a total loss for a description of Malfoy Manor, so i just went with a random image that popped up. my issues with Narcissa were similar... yes, Roy is a shameless flirt. :P and Ed and Draco are so much fun to write about. so similar and so different... absolutely fascinating.