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... FMA/HP crossover. kinda sorta may possibly be slightly AU with HBP and with FMA. rated T for language.

Disclaimer: I, just like most everyone else, do NOT own either Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter. I am nowhere near as cool or brilliant or creative as Hiromu Arakawa and J.K. Rowling. They rule. The only thing I own here is the idea of the story. The story is my baby. MJade-1 is its only godparent:D

Author's Note: wow, i knew Al's return would get a reaction, but WOW! Al's got uber fan clubs all over the place, doesn't he? not that i hold it against him or anything. he's fantastic, and i love him, too! he's a gentle giant. i've just recently started to think of him as Ed's... parole officer, so to speak. XD so anyways... thanks for all the reviews again! the popularity of this story never ceases to amaze me. keep on reading!

Chapter 17
Christmas Cheer

By the next evening, Mustang was eternally grateful for Alphonse's presence. The younger brother had made numerous efforts to make peace between Ed and Draco, and they were starting to pay off. The hostile air that had been hovering between them began to slowly break down: They sometimes spoke to each other and Al was pleased to find that they were capable of carrying civil conversations... every once in a while, anyway.

On top of the progression of peace between the two boys, all of Malfoy Manor was springing into action. Narcissa hurried all over the estate with numerous letters in her hands and every available house-elf was busy putting up decorations all over the mansion. Ed and Al had seen the lady of the house talking into the fireplace on numerous occasions and couldn't help but wonder if she was cracking up. They had asked Mustang what was happening, but he didn't answer them - he only muttered something about presents under his breath.

"What the hell is going on?" Ed fumed as he and Al went back to his room.

"I'm not sure," Al answered with a shrug. "But I'm sure we'll find out sooner or later."

"But I wanna know now!"

"Patience, nii-san..."

"You don't know? What rock have you lot been living under?" The Elric brothers looked up as Draco stepped out of his room. He gave them an arrogant smirk as he shut the door behind him. "Do they not have Christmas in Germany?"

Both Elrics jumped in surprise. "Christmas?"

"That's right," Draco said again, folding his arms over his chest. "Christmas."

The brothers just stared. For a long moment, neither one of them moved a muscle, a shocked look plastered across Ed's face (and Al's too, if it were possible to tell). Draco looked back at them in confusion, uncomfortable with their silence.

"What's wrong with you two?" he demanded.

Slowly, Al and Ed turned to look at each other. It took another moment for the information to really sink in, and Al started to tremble in what could be easily interpreted as excitement. Ed, on the other hand, burst into laughter, slapping his forehead.

"Oh yeah! Haha! I completely forgot about that!"

"Nii-san!" Al cried, the tone of his voice confirming his eagerness. "We're going to celebrate Christmas!"

Ed grinned. "Guess so. What's it been now? Four, five years?"

Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Since what?"

"Since the last time we celebrated Christmas!"

The Malfoy heir raised his eyebrows in surprise. "What? You haven't celebrated Christmas in five years?"

"Yeah, well, we've been... busy," Ed told him with a nonchalant shrug.

"Your school keeps you too busy to celebrate Christmas of all things?"

Al shook his head. "Actually, we-"

"Something like that," Ed said casually, cutting Al off. He shot Al a quick, severe look, making Al shrink back. "But it's really not a big deal."

"Seems rather pathetic, if you ask me," smirked Draco. Ed frowned. Al's shoulders slumped. "Either way, that's what everyone's preparing for. My parents hold a Christmas party here in the mansion every year. It's always a huge social event, and naturally just about everyone whose worth a damn comes, whether they're invited or not." He laughed to himself as he started to walk toward the staircase at the end of the hallway. "That's how big and important it is. It gets reviews and it's always featured in the society papers. Which is why they make a huge fuss over it, insist that everyone help with it and all that."

Ed and Al nodded slowly. "Oh..."

Draco stopped and turned to look at them, clearing his throat. "So everyone has to help."

The brothers exchanged confused glances. "Uh... so?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Merlin, you're daft. Do I have to spell it out for you? Get your wand and follow me."

Ed frowned and crossed his arms. "Why the hell should I?"

"Nii-san," Al scolded. "Don't be rude!"

"You're helping with decorations, obviously," Draco snapped. "D'you think we're just going to let you lay around the house and do nothing?"

"Of course not! Merlin forbid that the guests do nothing!" The mocking, sarcastic tone in Ed's voice couldn't possibly have been any more obvious.

Draco glared at him. "Just get your sorry arse downstairs."

With that, he turned back around sharply and continued on his way. Ed rolled his eyes, making a face at Draco's back (at which Al gasped and scolded him again). He then gestured for Al to come with him to get his wand.

While Alphonse genuinely enjoyed watching everyone use magic to decorate the Malfoy estate, Ed was getting increasingly irritated with the task. Although he had been learning and using magic for about four months now, the fact that he still didn't know how it worked continued to plague his thoughts. He grudgingly mimicked the actions of the others - the house-elves and wizards that had been hired by Narcissa - as they conjured up various wreaths and lights. Since they didn't have wands, Al and Roy resorted to doing the more menial tasks, which obviously pleased Draco. He couldn't suppress his grin as he ordered Roy around, forcing him to do the especially tasking work. Ed did the same when he could since it was one of the few things that were cheering him up. Another thing was picking on Draco.

"So let me get this straight," he said, sounding thoughtful as he wound a long string of lights down the rail of the staircase. "The only thing that you're ever asked to do around the house is help decorate for the annual Christmas party?"

Draco shot another mean glare in Ed's direction, at which the smug smile on Ed's face grew. "And the problem with that being what, exactly?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not a bad thing. I mean, it's good that you help somehow. But..." A teasing grin crept onto Ed's face. He just couldn't resist. "... doesn't that make you feel like - oh, I don't know - a lowly slave?"

Yet another glare. "I'll have you know that as the head of my family I choose what is and isn't worth my time to do. This is not slave work, it's part of social obligation. Though I'm sure you know nothing about high society, do you, Elric?"

Ed applauded lightly. "Nice comeback!" he praised sarcastically. "Personally, I don't give a damn about high society, or its retarded rules and expectations and all that bullshit."

Draco smirked and started to walk off. "Then I assume you'd know all about slave work, wouldn't you, pipsqueak?"

A vein popped out on Ed's forehead. He was about to stomp over to sock Draco one in the face, when he remembered he had a wand in his hand. He grinned evilly as he aimed the stick of mahogany at Draco's backside. 'When in Rome...'

Unfortunately for Ed, Al had quickly come up from behind and stopped him, holding Ed back by his arms. "Nii-san, don't!" he said urgently. "We're done now, so-"

"Aw, c'mon!" Ed argued, struggling against Al's grip and getting red in the face. "Lemme at 'im, Al! He won't be a ferret for too long, and I swear I'll change him back!"

"Nii-san!" Al gasped and quickly snatched Ed's wand away. "No hexing!"

"Then lemme hit 'im! Just one punch! Just one and I'll be satisfied, I swear! C'mon, Al! Lemme just have one punch!"

Al sighed and shook his head slowly, easily lifting Ed off the ground. A long stream of angry obscenities was left in their wake as Al carried the small alchemist back upstairs, kicking and screaming the whole way.

Christmas Eve arrived and the annual Malfoy Christmas party was in full swing before dinner. The entrance hall, the ballroom, many of the hallways, and the living rooms (yes, the house had more than one) were filled with people of every kind of magical heritage imaginable. Some were celebrities while others were from the ministry or of similarly high-ranking, influential positions. Still others were either social climbers, journalists, or just plain rich. But all of them, the way Ed saw it, were exactly the same: boring, wealthy, socialite snobs.

Edward trailed behind Mustang and the Malfoys as they weaved through the crowds, making frequent stops to talk to various people that he neither recognized or cared about. He didn't want to be following them around - he wanted nothing more than to stay hidden somewhere with Al. It was Christmas, after all, and even though he hadn't celebrated it in a long time and was no longer accustomed to it, Ed remembered what their mother had taught them about the holiday: you were supposed to spend Christmas with the people you cared about most. For the Elric brothers, that was each other. But Mustang advised against it.

"One doesn't spend time at a party in the corner next to a suit of armor," he'd said. "It's not the way high society works. You don't want to attract any unnecessary attention to yourself, do you?"

As he had told Draco, Ed didn't care for the rules of high society. He hadn't hesitated to tell Roy off in a similar fashion (except this time he'd used a much more vulgar and colorful phrasing), but that had only landed him with more of those stupid orders that Mustang was getting so good at issuing. Ed was now expressly forbidden to skulk at the back of the room with Al and was to remain with Draco at all times. Even so, the young state alchemist's mind had already walked out on the party and his eyes were drifting around the room in search of Al. He couldn't help it if he was worried about his younger brother being lonely.

Narcissa took it upon herself to introduce everyone she spoke with to Draco and Roy, introducing Roy as her escort for the night. Ed wanted to laugh at the annoyed look on Roy's face, but knew well enough to resist (no matter how hard it was to do so). In spite of the fact that many people could have cared less about who he was, Roy expertly proved them wrong within mere minutes. He employed his brown-nosing tactics to their full potential, making himself an active participant in all of their discussions and revealing the infamous charm and charisma that had captivated hundreds of people before. Dressed head to toe in an expensive looking suit, it seemed like he had already stolen the hearts of more than two dozen women with his smile alone, whether they were married, single, or underage.

Dressed in a silk, dark-grey suit with a black turtleneck underneath, Draco had also amassed a fan club of sorts, but he easily ignored their dreamy glances (he was apparently used to receiving such attention). His interactions with the people Narcissa introduced them to was almost predictably polite. He played his role as the new head of the family perfectly, smiling and treating everyone with a respect that only a few of them truly deserved. But the moment they turned away his face was wiped of all expression. Ed could tell that he was bored, even though he had made such a big deal out of the social duty that this Christmas party required of him.

Draco tried to hide a large yawn as Narcissa and Roy chatted up a group of very wealthy looking middle-aged men while taking careful sips of their champagne. He cast around the room, obviously searching for someone interesting to talk to. Ed's attention was divided between looking for Al and keeping an eye on Draco. It would be all too easy to lose him in this throng of people, and despite Ed's request to quit the mission, he still had to watch him.

Suddenly, a look of horror flickered momentarily over Draco's face. Ed cocked an eyebrow. It was a strange thing to see, since Draco was usually so unreadable, but it wasn't long before Ed found out what was wrong.

"There they are! EDDY! DRAKEY!"

Chills ran up and down Ed's spine at the sound of her voice. "Oh no."

From out of nowhere emerged Pansy Parkinson, dressed in a form-fitting red tube dress with small white frills lacing the hem of the skirt. It was probably meant to make her look like some sort of slutty Santa helper, though it definitely didn't work on her. She immediately latched onto Ed's left arm and smiled at him, playfully wrinkling her pug nose.

"Ooh, Eddy!" she trilled, looking him up and down. "You look positively dashing tonight! I adore your outfit!"

"Thanks," he deadpanned in response.

Ed groaned inwardly. He hadn't picked the clothes out himself, of course. Mustang had thrown them into his room a few hours before the party got underway, ordering him to wear them. He was currently dressed in a long-sleeved maroon top that he had snugly buttoned all the way up to his collarbone. It was made of some sort of silk or satin that reflected the light off of its sheen. The cuffs were tightly buttoned, but just in case they came undone, Ed had transmuted a pair of longer, flesh-colored gloves to wear under his normal white ones. He let the tails of the top spill over so that it covered his belt and had popped the collar slightly to help hide the auto-mail port on his shoulder. He wore dark slacks similar to the pair he usually wore, except these were made of a different, softer material. Thankfully, Mustang hadn't given him any specific shoes, so he just wore his usual boots.

Pansy didn't seem to be able to stop running her fingers over his sleeve and tugging at his collar (which was really starting to piss Ed off). She eventually moved on to Draco, throwing her arms around his neck as she showered him with compliments about how gorgeous he looked. She tried to kiss him, but Draco skillfully evaded her lips and gently pried himself away, smoothing his jacket down over his chest. Following Pansy were three other girls, all of whom were dressed in extravagant gowns. They all seemed somewhat frazzled, switching their attention from one boy to the other, unable to decide who was most worthy of being worshipped.

"Happy Christmas, Drakey," Pansy cooed, bringing her face so close to Draco's that their noses touched.

Draco made a face and took a step back. "Yeah, yeah. Happy Christmas, Pans."

She smiled broadly, clearly pleased to have been greeted. She then turned to the flock of girls that had followed her and gestured toward Ed. "Girls, this is Edward Elric, the transfer student I was telling you about."

Their heads finally stopped swiveling between Draco and Ed and finally settled on Ed. He squirmed uncomfortably under their intense stares.

"Hello Edward," they all said sweetly in unison.

"Uh... Hi."

All three girls suddenly squealed, blushing and giggling wildly amongst themselves. Ed jumped slightly in alarm. He'd never seen anyone do that before. At least not around him. Before Ed knew it, the three girls had him surrounded, looking at him with love struck expressions on their faces. He forced a smile and slowly backed away, the corners of his lips twitching. The girls seemed to be introducing themselves, but Ed was distracted with trying to figure out how to escape from them.

"You've gotten mighty popular, haven't you, Elric?"

An arm slung around his shoulders and the sound of mocking laughter suddenly filled Ed's ears. He grimaced, knowing exactly who it was without looking: Blaise Zabini, flashing everyone a wry smile.

"Happy Christmas."

Ed glared at him out of the corner of his eye and quickly freed himself from his grasp. "What're you doing here?"

"My family was invited, of course! Y'should've seen how my mum reacted when we got it. Prize reaction, that was." He then turned to Pansy and the other girls with a wink. "Evening ladies. Happy Christmas."

Between Ed and Draco looking simply fantastic and Zabini's flirting, the three girls really were lost. As they looked at the three boys before them, their cheeks glowed so bright and red that they gave Rudolf a run for his money. It was apparently too much for the girls to take and they quickly excused themselves, shuffling away to a different part of the room. Zabini watched them as they left, a hungry, predatory glimmer in his eyes. Pansy looked over at Blaise, finally pulling herself away from Draco to smile absently at him.

"Happy Christmas to you as well, Blaise."

She then resumed the (one-sided) conversation she'd been having with Draco, ignoring the bored expression that was across his face. Zabini's smile deepened slightly and he turned back to Ed.

"Well Elric, seems you've got all the best luck with girls. You've suddenly turned into a real heartthrob! How'd you do it? You been spending your holiday working out?"

Ed blinked. "I guess I've sorta been getting back into shape..." 'Al and I have been sparring a lot lately to make up for lost time...'

Blaise elbowed Ed playfully and gestured to several different parts of the room. "Well, Elric. Have a look there, there, and over there."

He did as instructed, looking in every direction that Zabini had pointed to, and was horrified to discover several different groups of girls staring at him and whispering to one another. A few of them looked like they very desperately wanted to see through his clothes. As his eyes fell on each group they blushed, turning back to one another and giggling. Ed grimaced.

"You've amassed quite a healthy fan club, Elric," Zabini teased. "And in just a few hours! I've got to say I'm impressed."

"Well, don't be," Ed said with a frown. "I don't want a fan club."

"Too late for that," smirked Draco, jumping at the chance to tease Ed. "You've got one, and that's that. It's not up to you decide whether or not one gets formed, trust me."

"Don't be upset, Eddy," said Pansy in a tone that was apparently supposed to be soothing. "It just means that they like you! And they obviously don't mind that you're shorter than them. You've got to take it as a compliment."

Ed felt like he'd been kicked in the groin. He was reaching the limits of his self-control. 'I gotta get outta here.'

He then turned and began to walk away, quickly making up some excuse to get away from them for a little while. He thought he heard Draco calling after him to take his time (or was it Mustang saying to come back at once?), but he didn't care. Ed just had to find someplace secluded so that he could hit something without anyone seeing. Stuffing his fists into his pockets to keep himself from punching one of the guests, Ed weaved his way through the crowd to get to the next room.

The next room was equally crowded, the air filled with the sound of music, light conversation, and the tinkling of champagne glasses. As Ed searched the room for another exit, he noted something that only added to his foul mood: more members of his new fan club. But these girls were worse than the others because the moment that they saw him standing in the doorway, they started to come toward him.

Ed quickly backed away and made his way across the hall again, moving more quickly this time in an attempt to lose the girls somewhere in the crowd. But it was no use. Everywhere he went, they followed. And, unless Ed was imagining things, they were growing in number. As he passed from room to room, more and more girls joined the flock that was following him. He glanced back over his shoulder once and gulped. There were a lot. He was too afraid to look back long enough to count them.

It wasn't long before he was all out running from them, winding his way through the guests and hoping to get lost within the throngs of people. Nothing he did seemed to work however, because there was always at least one girl that would spot him just when he was almost free. Ed looked back over his shoulder, trying to figure out what to do, when he suddenly collided into something large and hard, making a loud metallic clang as he did so. He bounced back, falling to the ground and landing on his butt. He winced, sucking in air through his teeth while rubbing at the tender flesh.

"Ow..."

"Nii-san?"

His head snapped up at once. A large suit of armor loomed over him, trying to appear as though he wasn't looking at the small blonde boy on the floor. "Al? Al, is that you?"

"Shh! People will think it's weird if they see you ta-"

"Al, you've gotta help me!" Ed cried, jumping to his feet. He started to claw at Al's chest plate, searching for its latches. "You've gotta hide me! I can't shake 'em, Al! Lemme in there!"

Alphonse jerked away from Ed at once, resisting the urge to put his hands protectively over his chest plate. "Nii-san, no! You're on orders, remember? And if someone sees the blood seal while you're getting in... And you have no idea how weird it feels to have someone inside my body!"

Before Ed could argue, his fan club spotted him and resumed their chase. His gold eyes went wide at the sight of them and he dashed away, leaving behind a very confused Alphonse Elric. Ed wove in and out of the crowd, keeping himself low to the ground. His mind raced, trying to figure out ways for him to hide from the mass of girls. He had to somehow completely vanish from sight. Hiding in Al's armor probably would have worked, but he'd already missed that chance.

Unbelievable. The one time that his lack of inches in height could have proved to be a real advantage and it failed him.

He ran toward the entrance to the patio and practically jumped onto the nearest stone wall. He clapped his hands and pressed them onto its surface. There was a flash of blue light as the wall caved under his hands and moved to surround him, creating what looked from the outside like a stone pillar in the middle of the wall. Ed leaned against the inside of it, releasing a sigh of relief. He knew he would be safe there. The girls would never suspect that he had transmuted a hiding place for himself in the middle of a stone wall. Especially since they didn't know anything about alchemy.

Ed clapped his hands again and transmuted small holes into the pillar, big enough to let him breathe and to see and hear what was going on outside, but small enough to go unnoticed. He then peered outside, keeping a wary eye out for his fan club. He grinned when he saw them hurry right past him, not suspecting a single thing.

"Who is that...?"

"...Edward Elric!"

"...said he's an exchange..."

"He is so cute!"

"'Cute'? He's not cute, he's bloody gorgeous!"

"I would just love to..."

Much to his chagrin, Ed's cheeks burned as he caught pieces of their conversation. 'Damn, these girls are crazy! Maybe I should stay in here until-'

"You're finished?"

Ed jumped at the voice and pressed himself against the wall, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Was someone in there with him? How was that possible? And how had his mind been read? Damn magic. It was really starting to get on his nerves.

"Bloody hell!" came a different, much younger-sounding voice. Then there was an exasperated sigh. "What is it this time?"

"You will one day pay for your insolence," snapped the other voice, clearly annoyed with the rudeness in the other person's tone. "I hope you realize that."

Ed heaved another sigh of relief as he realized that neither one of the voices were addressing him. He pressed one hand over his heart as though he were trying to calm it down. But then, if no one was talking to him, who were they talking to? Ed strained his ears. The voices were coming from the side of the pillar that was outside on the patio. He also heard several spells being cast, but Ed couldn't tell what they were. They had either been performed non-verbally or the noise of the party on the other side of the wall had drowned the words out.

He then transmuted one of the holes so that it was larger and he could see through it better. He peered into it carefully and looked out onto the patio. For a moment he couldn't see anything but moonlit patches of snow in the courtyard. Then suddenly, a figure stepped into view. A tall young man with white-blonde hair slicked back neatly over his head, dressed in a black turtleneck and a dark grey suit. Ed's eyes grew wide.

'Draco...?'

"Did you come here for a reason, Gibbon?"

'Who the hell is Gibbon?' Ed wondered, adjusting himself slightly to follow Draco's gaze. But all he could see of the man named Gibbon was a large, black robe.

"The Dark Lord is getting impatient. Have you done it yet?"

"N-Not yet. I need a bit more time."

"More time? I don't think he will appreciate your dilly-dallying, young Malfoy."

"I'll get it done," said Draco, a hint of fear underlying the usual arrogance in his voice. "It'll be done before the end of the school year, alright? So you just head back and leave this to-"

"He's been generous enough with the time he's given you, hasn't he? Perhaps I should advise him to assign someone else to this task. I don't see what the problem is. If it were me, it would be done in a heartbeat."

"I said I'll get it done!" snapped Draco. "Don't worry about it, I can handle it fine! I've just had some minor problems. It's not even my fault, it's this new transfer student from Germany."

Ed frowned. 'Gee, thanks, blame it on me, why don't you.'

"He just won't keep his nose out of-"

"You think the Dark Lord will tolerate any of your petty excuses?" Gibbon snapped back. "You do know the consequences if you fail this task, if he thinks you incapable of carrying out his orders. Or perhaps you need reminding."

There was a sound like he had conjured up something and Ed could just make out something hovering near Draco, glowing softly. He tried to see what it was but failed. He thought he heard the faint sound of a young woman screaming, but it was hard to tell over the hum of the ongoing party.

"No..." Draco's voice was so quiet and fearful that Ed almost didn't recognize it. "Stop..."

There was another moment of silence. Then Gibbon spoke again, the tone of his voice light and amused. "Ah... This is an interesting new development. You have more to lose than I had previously anticipated."

Draco seemed to go rigid with fear. "Wh-What are you talking about?"

Gibbon began to laugh. "Who knew that you would become so incredibly infatuated with a Mudblood? And Harry Potter's best friend, no less! What would your father say?"

Suddenly, Draco snapped. He stomped one foot angrily on the ground. "Get out of my thoughts, Gibbon! You have no idea what you're saying!"

An almost evil cackle bounced off the stone walls of the mansion, filling the air with its hideous sound. "I beg to differ, young Malfoy!" the man went on, clearly enjoying himself. "And who knows, if you succeed with this task, the Dark Lord may even allow you to torture and kill her off as part of your initiation. A severe case of the Cruciatus Curse followed by the Killing Curse would be adequate. As an added bonus, it will be a terrible emotional blow to poor Mr. Potter. And as further evidence of your service of loyalty to the Dark Lord, you can even make the Mudblood-"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Draco yelled, beginning to reach the brink of hysteria. He was trembling in uncontrollable rage. "I DON'T CARE WHAT THE HELL YOU DO, GIBBON! BUT YOU LEAVE HER THE HELL OUT OF THIS!"

Silence suddenly fell over the patio. Draco's outburst had been shocking even to him, so much so that he seemed to find difficulty breathing. He dropped his gaze, not wanting the cloaked man to see the embarrassment on his face. Even Ed's breath had caught in his throat as he stared out of his spy hole, his gold eyes wide.

"You're treading in dangerous waters, Draco," the cloaked man said at length, unfazed. "I hope you know that. Just get the job done. Those are your orders."

The thing that had been hovering near Draco vanished and there was a sudden crack noise, like the air had been struck by a whip. There was another long silence during which Draco did nothing more than stand perfectly still. He eventually turned around and staggered toward the door to rejoin the party, vanishing out of Ed's line of sight.

Ed leaned back against the wall, shutting his eyes. His mind began to race. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but he knew that he'd already heard too much. And then suddenly, as if his ears hadn't already drunk up enough information for one night, Ed heard a very peculiar sound coming from outside.

In truth, the sound itself wasn't peculiar at all, but it really belonged to only one kind of circumstance. Shocked, Ed tried to look through his spy hole again. He could just make out Draco's figure slumped against the wall, his face covered by his hands. A strangled sound seemed to escape from his throat. Ed stared, astonished.

'He's not... He can't be...'

No matter how hard Ed tried to imagine it, the mere idea, the very possibility of it was simply unthinkable. But there it was, right before his eyes. There was no other explanation.

'Is Draco... crying...?'

Author's Note: To All My Fellow Fan Girls: imagine. Ed, Roy, Draco, and Blaise, all looking simply gorgeous at this party. picture that for a moment if you will. hold that image in your mind and cherish it. because damn those guys are fine. XD (sigh) the mental image i have of Ed all dressed up is so... (dreamy sigh) he deserves that fan club. he honestly does. (glares at Pansy) HANDS OFF, WOMAN!

anyways, i realize that Hiromu Arakawa didn't really want her people of Amestris to celebrate any of the same holidays that we do, but i wanted Ed and Al to have some sort of past exposure to Christmas. i myself don't exactly celebrate Christmas either, so i can kinda relate to the awkwardness he's experiencing in that regard. i always feel kinda... out of place at Christmas parties. must be so much worse when they're big high society ones...

also... we just picked a random Death Eater to drop in on Malfoy, and Gibbon's name just happened to be floating around in our brains. so... he's getting abused. :D it's his own damn fault for being one of the named ones! anyways, we decided that he's a relatively skilled Legilimens, which is why he was able to find out about Draco's feelings for Hermione.

hehehe... YAY ANGST!

EDIT: Sorry for scaring people with my weirdness. i think i'm about to go over the deep end. XD