The Wizard and I

Title: The Wizard and I
Author: ExcentrykeMuse
Fandom(s): Wicked / Harry Potter Series
Pairing: Fiyero/Harry Potter
Word Count: 1.5k
Rating: PG
Prompt: January 2025 prompts
Warning: Fiyero being Fiyero, the color green, flirting
Prompt: For Rebecca who wanted Fiyero/Harry with Harry in Oz.  You mainly got Fiyero flirting with Harry with the rest of the story in a quick paragraph because, really, this could be a chaptered fic.  It was so much fun writing Fiyero.  I so love Jonathan Bailey.  I recommend “Broadchurch” where he has a supporting role of a local reporter.  Great mystery and he’s great in it.

The Wizard and I

Fiyero waited for the student to get out of the way so he could look at the map.  He was at a new school: Shiz Academy.  He’d been kicked out of the last one.  And the one before that.  He had a habit of being kicked out.  This one wouldn’t last either.  A flash of pink caught his attention from the corner of his eye.  He glanced over and saw a girl, but he ignored her.

There were always girls.  He got sick of them so easily.

He wondered where his room was.

Someone would show him.

He got his horse, Jack, stabled and found his room, looking about, when he found a young man sitting in a window with a book.  He walked past him once but the young man didn’t look up.  He only adjusted his glasses.  There was some kind of scar on his forehead.

Interesting. 

Five minutes later, Fiyero walked by again.

The young man didn’t adjust his glasses this time, he just read his book.

Annoying.  Fiyero wanted to be noticed.

It was the seventh time in an hour that Fiyero walked by that the young man sighed, slammed his book shut, and demanded, “Are you lost?”  His startling green eyes shone behind his glasses and seemed almost magical.

“Actually, I’ve been looking for you,” Fiyero offered in his most casual voice.

The young man looked baffled and then a look of horror crossed over his face.  He ruffled his already messy looking hair and asked, terrified, “Is Madam Morrible looking for me?”

“No, I was.”

The young man just looked at him as if he had started bleating like a speechless goat.  “Why were you looking for me then if it’s not for Madam Morrible?”

“Because you’re a dream come true.”

The young man paused for a moment.  “Did Galinda ask you to say that?  Are you her messenger boy?”

“I’m no one’s messenger boy.”  He took the book from the young man’s hand and looked at it.  “What are you reading?”

“Ancient Runes,” the young man snapped, grabbing the book back.  “No one thinks I’m a ‘dream come true’ except for Galinda who’s trying to get into Madam Morrible’s Advanced Magic Seminar.  She thinks if I’m her boyfriend I’ll put in a good word for her.”

Fiyero wondered who this Galinda was.  Obviously he had competition and he didn’t like it.  This gorgeous boy was meant to be his and no one else’s.  “I would never become your boyfriend simply to get into an Advanced Seminar,” he informed the young man solemnly.  “There are so many better reasons to date you.”

The young man blinked at him.  Then again.  Then a third time.  “You want to be my boyfriend?”  His voice sounded nearly panicked near the end.

Fiyero realized his usual charm wasn’t working.  He’d have to take a different approach.  “Let’s try this again,” he began, going to sit next to the young man in the window and brushing shoulders with him.  A shock of electricity ran through him and he nearly shivered at the sensation.  “I’m Prince Fiyero of Winkieland.  It’s my first day at Shiz University.”

The young man paused.  “Do you expect me to call you ‘your highness’?”

“I’m hoping you’ll call me ‘darling,’” he answered back with a smile. 

The young man just looked at him blankly.  It was hard to believe no one had ever flirted with him before, but he was acting like Fiyero was the first person who had ever approached him romantically.

“What’s your name?”

He still looked at him blankly.  Then after several long moments, he answered, “Harry.”

What a strange name.

Fiyero waited.

“Harrigan James Potter,” he qualified.

“Does everyone call you ‘Harry’?” Fiyero inquired.

Harry nodded sharply.

“I see.”  He thought a moment.  “Well, Harrigan,” he told him importantly, “it’s wonderful to finally get your name.”

Harry looked at him crosseyed.

“How long have you been at Shiz University?”

“Two months.”  Since the start of term then.

“And you’re in Madam Morrible’s Advanced Magic Seminar.”  It wasn’t a question.  Fiyero just needed to have as much information about Harry as possible.

“Yes.”

“And this—Galinda—wants to get in so badly she’s trying to date you.”

Harry paused.  “Yes.”

Fiyero considered.  “Well, you should obviously thwart her romantic designs, academically inclined though they are, by dating me.  I don’t want to get into Madam Morrible’s Advanced Magic Seminar, which obviously speaks in my favor.”

Looking at him oddly, Harry asked, as if checking, “You don’t?”

“No.  I don’t even want to be at Shiz University—except you’re here, of course.”

Harry looked dumbfounded.

Fiyero picked the glasses off Harry’s nose and examined them.  They were round and horn-rimmed.  Harry’s green eyes looked even more brilliant without them, but they became unfocused so Fiyero quickly replaced them.  “You’re absolutely adorable,” he complimented.  “Do you want to go dancing tonight?  We can get a whole group of students and go to the Oz Dust Ballroom.  Make a party of it.”

“We’re not allowed to go off campus.”

Fiyero leaned in to Harry’s space and asked, “Don’t you want to dance with me?”

“I—” Harry swallowed and looked away.  “The one time I went dancing I was rather horrible at it.  My date ditched me.”

“He wasn’t much of a date then,” Fiyero assured him.

Harry paused and then glanced at Fiyero before quickly looking away again.  Then, in a small voice he admitted—“She.”

Fiyero blinked.  “Well, that was obviously your problem.  You shouldn’t have gone with a girl.  Girls are just—” he paused, thinking about girls in general, “girly.”

Harry sniggered under his breath. 

“I see you agree with me.”

Glancing up at him, Harry was wearing a small smile.

“Come on,” Fiyero cajoled.  “You can read your Ancient Runes later.  Come dancing with me.  You know you want to.”

Harry’s eyes were so green.  Fiyero could get lost in Harry’s eyes.  They were so wondrous.  He leaned forward and his nose touched Harry’s.  Harry gasped and leaned back a little, but Fiyero only reached forward and plucked the Ancient Runes book out of Harry’s hand.

“No more of this,” Fiyero whispered.  “Come dancing.  We can sneak out.  We don’t even have to invite anyone else if you don’t want to.  It can be just you and me.  Together.  No one will find out.  We won’t get in trouble.”

A glimmer shot through Harry’s green eyes.  “I never get in trouble,” he informed Fiyero.

“Oh, I see,” Fiyero teased back, grinning and glancing down at Harry’s lips.  “You’re not a goody two shoes, then.”

“Whatever gave you that impression?” Harry asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Fiyero breathed.  “You were reading your book so intently.”  He leaned in closer.  “I just thought—”

“Harry!” a familiar voice interrupted rather loudly.

Harry sprang back guiltily.  Fiyero sighed and looked over.

The girl who didn’t eat grass was staring at them accusingly.

“It’s time for our Advanced Seminar.  You don’t want to keep Madam Morrible waiting!”  She glared at Fiyero accusingly.

Fiyero smiled at her and stood up.  “I never caught your name last night in the forest.  Harrigan was just telling me how a young lady named Galinda was trying to worm her way into your Advanced Magic Seminar.”

“It looked like you were trying to worm your way into the Advanced Magic Seminar,” the green girl accused.

“Hardly,” Fiyero quipped.  “If I wanted to get into your seminar, I’d charm Madam Morrible, not Harrigan.”  He looked over at Harry who was picking up his book and looking between the two cautiously.  “Would you be kind enough to introduce us?”

“Elphaba,” Harry said, “this is Prince Fiyero of—”  he paused.

“Winkieland,” Fiyero supplied.

“Winkieland,” Harry repeated.  He looked guiltily at Fiyero.  “I’ve got to get going.” 

“I’ll just wait for you, shall you?  We have a date tonight, after all.”

Harry paused.  “You—you want to wait for me?”

Fiyero looked at him softly.  “Of course I want to wait for you.  Shall we meet back here?  How long is your seminar?”

“Three hours,” Elphaba told him with an edge to her voice, pulling Harry away.

Fiyero looked down into the courtyard where there was a sundial.  “Three hours,” he agreed.  That gave him just enough time to unpack.

Not three hours later he was dressed to impress and waiting at the window.  He watched as students streamed out of several hallways, glad that he didn’t have classes until tomorrow, and waited until Harry and Elphaba appeared, both carrying books and talking to each other.  He stood as they approached and Elphaba paused at the window, waiting for Harry to continue on with her.

“You go,” Harry told her.  “Fiyero and I have plans.”

“Plans?” Elphaba asked.  “What plans?”  Her green face contorted in confusion, but Harry just gave her a half shrug.

“I’ll see you later.”

Fiyero gave her a winning smile.

Elphaba looked at him suspiciously, but turned and continued down the hallway.

Harry waited until she turned around the corner before looking at Fiyero.  “You actually waited.”

“I meant what I said,” Fiyero told him and was surprised to see that he meant it.  Harry made shivers run down his spine and his heart skip a beat.  He reached out and took Harry’s hand.  “Put down your books for the night.  Let’s go.”

Harry hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

They paused and then Harry was pulling him down the hallway, rushing with a laugh in his voice.  The rest of Fiyero’s life was beginning—down a path that would lead him to Oz—to a book that only Harry could read—to flying monkeys—to a balloon—and far away to a land called England where magic was commonplace—where he would leave Winkieland and Oz behind—where a Dark Lord would rise and Harry would cast a spell as simple as “expelliarmus!” and defeat him—to the rise of a new Dark Lord even more horrible than the last—but it wouldn’t matter because the new Dark Lord was his Harrigan, his lover—and the world would fall at their feet and rise in their image—the Wizard and I!

The End.