Okay. Sorry I've been away; school's a nightmare! I really hope it ends up a little longer than last time. But you guys have been asking for me to update this, so I guess its my duty to satisfy my lovely reviewers. If there are any left, anyway. So if you're still here, thanks. And thanks for reading this. You rock! Anyway, here it goes.

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Of course, Harry didn't always do what he was told. No, in fact, he almost always did the opposite. So when Ed had told him to stay there, Harry went to his next class with his friends. Elric would be able to find him.

Or not.

Ed's shouts were heard all over the school grounds. He was already emotionally exhausted from his dementor incident, so this just made him furious. Ed stalked down every long hall, up every short bit of stairs (he freaked out a bit and swore a lot when he found the moving staircases), and across every bit of grass.

"Goddamn kid," Ed muttered to himself. Sure seeing Mustang had helped calmed his nerves, but he was still shaken up. "Why won't anyone ever listen to what I say? HARRY!!!"

He jogged up to the Gryffindor wing, where he had a student nervously open the door for him. Ed asked a few of the students if they had seen Harry, and all of them said no. Ed groaned and went to look around the school again.

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Harry yawned as he turned the page of his book. It had taken a lot of effort (and a bit of bribing) to make sure his bodyguard wouldn't find him. It wasn't as if he was in any danger or anything. Why the hell did he need a babysitter? He didn't. And to prove it, Harry was in his invisibility cloak in the forbidden section of the library. His privacy, however, was about to be invaded.

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Edward was upset and tired. He wasn't "cranky", as Roy had so nicely put it. Sure he hadn't had dinner yet and it was almost nine. Sure he had cried and laid in Roy's arms for more than half an hour. It was just… that damn kid didn't listen and should've listened to him and then no one would be starving. Ed gripped his lantern tightly in his right hand and opened a door with his left.

"Harry?" Ed called into the darkness. He frowned. He could've sworn he heard some one. "Harry Potter, is that you?" If it was him, it would be good and bad. Good because now he could go eat and go to bed. Bad because before that, he would have to beat the shit out of the boy.

Ed walked slowly down the aisle, ready for anything that might pop out. He held the lantern up and looked around. Ed gasped. It was probably the biggest library Edward had ever seen. It may have even been bigger than the one in Central. Ed looked at the spines of the books, reminding himself to definitely come back later to check some out. As he neared the end of the aisle, he saw an area that was blocked off. He glared at it; who would keep books out in the open, but block them from people?

And, of course, Edward heard the noise from that section. He sighed, somehow got past the blockade, and crept toward where he thought he heard the noise. He grinned when he saw a light coming from around the corner of another row. Ed held his light slightly behind him, producing only enough light so he could barely see a foot in front of him. Ed took a deep breath and turned the corner.

"Harry?" Ed could only see the back of a head and a hand holding a lantern. When he spoke, the floating body parts froze. Ed cleared his throat. "Uh…" he was slightly confused until the head and hand turned, and the rest of the body appeared. A rag of some sort was at the brunette's feet.

"Oh…hey, Ed. Listen, before you get mad-"

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?!?" Ed shouted. To hell with being in a library, he was pissed off. "I specifically told you to remain in that classroom no matter what. And when I return, what do I find? No one there!" Harry was looking at the floor, but Ed was sure it wasn't because of guilt. "I've spent hours looking for you."

Harry looked up and met Edward's eyes. "Look, I just wanted to be alone."

"You could've fucking said that." Ed ran a hand through his bangs and sighed. "Now I gotta tell the Colonel that I lost you and found you in the library." He grimaced. "I'm pretty sure he's gonna be really pissed off at me. Dammit." It seemed that Ed wasn't really talking to Harry anymore, and they both went out of the library unseen by anyone else.

They walked to the Gryffindor sleeping area, and Ed made sure that Harry was fast asleep before finally making it back to his room. As he walked down the hall, down the horrible moving stairs, down another hall, and up 47 steps (yes, Edward counted them… because they didn't move THANK GOODNESS), Edward realized he had no idea where his room was.

"Fuck my life." Ed murmured. He tried to open a door on his left, but it was locked. He went to other doors, to find them locked, or that they opened to a brick wall. 'Who the hell designed this place?' thought Ed. He kept walking until one of the paintings spoke to him.

"What are you doing, young one?" asked the man in the painting. He wore all green, and had on tights. Ed really hoped he was dreaming.

"I just want to find my room."

"Oh yes," The man squatted on a painted stump and stroked his chin in deep thought. "I do recall a man looking for a blonde with a long coat. I say, what is your name?"

Ed glared at the painting man. "Edward Elric. Fullmetal Alchemist." He didn't include his military status, but he didn't normally say it anyway unless the person asked for it.

"Ah yes. The man was babbling on, saying "Edward had better get to the room quick or I swear I'll send a search party after him" and "the freaking room is behind some painting of a little boy playing with a puppy, so it's not like it's hard to find the goddamn room!" Is that the room you're in?"

Edward was a little startled by the talking painting man, but slowly nodded his head. The painting man did a pretty good impression of the bastard. "So you know where that room is?"

The painting man jumped of the stump and pulled out his sword. He pointed it up the stairs. "That way!" he shouted merrily. "I shall lead thee to it! ONWARD WE GO!" The painting man ran through various paintings, and then called for Ed. "Are you coming?" He asked in a loud whisper.

Ed blinked a few times and then caught up with the painting man. 'This is one freaky dream.' He noted. Of course, it wasn't a dream, but Edward wouldn't be Edward if he didn't doubt the mysterious painting-travel.

"And here we are. Oh dear, the lad's asleep." The painting man looked at the boy, who was the original occupant of the painting. "I guess I'll have to open the door for you." The painting, frame and all, swung towards Ed and he had to back out of the way.

"Uh…thanks." Ed quickly walked into the dark room and the door/ painting closed behind him. 'Where's Roy?' He thought. 'Shit. I bet he's looking for me.' Ed turned to get a candle that was on the table. 'Why is there a candle on the table?' Edward asked himself. "Shit." He verbally swore.

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Roy swirled his drink around the glass. Just two drink of scotch. Or maybe it was four; he couldn't really remember. All he remembered was that he had told Ed to meet him in their room at eight-thirty. After Ed's meltdown, it was time for them to talk seriously about their relationship. Roy's eyes narrowed. Was it even fair to call it a relationship?

"Not if only one person says 'I love you'." Roy downed another gulp. He inhaled as the liquid stung his throat. He glared at the drink. It wasn't as if Ed didn't show that he loved Roy, but that fact that Roy said it so much, and the blonde didn't, made Roy a little uneasy.

That, and the fact that Ed never came back to the room. He was supposed to get Harry settled with food, make sure he went to bed, and then come to their room. It was a simple thing, but then, Edward always made every simple thing into the most difficult things. Roy swallowed another swig and glared at the empty glass.

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"Dammit. Where is he?"

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Not as long as it could've been, but it's a start, right? And boy did this turn out differently that I thought it would. But its four pages on Word. Haha it took me like hours to write this, and it probably took you a minute to read it. Oh well. Maybe I'll do another drabble or something.