Draco Malfoy

"Who's up for a little game of Tease the Gryffindors?" I asked in the middle of the game War, a muggle card game that Blaise was teaching me. (His cousin knows some muggles—they taught Blaise).

"I just want your king," Blaise replied.

"You can have it," I told him when he laid out a wild card.

Hector was sitting across from us, humming Early One Morning, a folk ditty his mum used to sing to him as a baby. If I told you the words, you'd never get it out of your heard. I looked at Hector, "Wanna come with me to tease the Gryffindors?" I asked him.

He sighed. "I really think it's pointless that you still insult them. Come on! You're almost 16! You need to be…what's the word? Mature."

"Bollocks," I said. "It's not pointless. Nothing bad is going to happen or anything!"

He rolled his eyes and sat back, humming Early One Morning again. Anyway, War is a stupid, pathetic, useless and boring game. Did I mention how stupid it is? It's really stupid—never play it. "So…I'm losing this game, Blaise. I'm going to tease the dream team. You win the game," I told him, getting up to leave.

I found Potter usual compartment and leaned against the door that was slid open, folding my arms. "So, Potter…ready to be defeated at last?" I asked him coldly.

"What ARE you talking about Malfoy? We've told you before, if you're not gonna let us in on what you're talking about, then leave!" Potter snapped.

I laughed bitterly. "Oh, Potter! You just don't know anything do you?" Potter got to his feet, as well as Weasley.

Granger stayed down, like always. "Quidditch. I'm talking about Quidditch, of course! Slytherin versus Gryffindor. First game of the season. I've been training long and hard. I'm ten times better than ever!" I bragged.

"Oh bugger! I'm scared!" Potter said sarcastically.

"Well, you'd better be because I'm gonna kick your--"

"Kazakhstan!" Potter shouted.

"Sanguinario!" Granger shrieked.

"Quebradizo!" Weasley cried.

They all said a spell at the exact same time, knocking me out…

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SPIKE

"Hey Spike,"

I looked up from the TV show I was watching. Buffy was standing at the foot of the steps of the basement. "I'm going out patrolling—I need you to watch Dawn for me. Make sure she gets her homework done. She likes to goof off and not do it."

"Sure," I replied.

Buffy is the Slayer of Sunnydale. She's a hell of a woman if you ask me. Of course, you may not think so if you are an evil demon. I know I didn't when I first met her—I wanted to kill her. I'm a vampire, you see. Buffy isn't going to kill me, though because I'm on her side. She needs me because I'm a good fighter. I guess I'm a little off track. What? You have another question, eh? You want to know what I meant when I said I didn't like Buffy when I first met her? I had no soul—I was evil. I got my soul back because it's what Buffy wanted—at least I think. Anyhow, back to the story. I walked upstairs to Dawn's room, and leaned against the entrance to her room. Dawn is Buffy's sister. Dawn looked up from her books.

"What?" she asked.

"Buffy," I said. "She—she asked me to make sure you—get your homework done."

"Spike…"

I closed my eyes. My head hurt so badly. I closed them even tighter, and there was a flash of light, a white light. I heard someone talking. I did not recognize the voice. Oh, bugger.

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Draco Malfoy

"Spike? Spike?" I heard a female voice say—I am SURE it was not Hermione's or Pansy's.

In fact, I had never heard the voice before. I am also sure that I passed out, and wasn't standing up. Now I was standing! Oh, my gosh where am I? I'll have to open my eyes to find out. Funny. I want to open my eyes, but I can't. Stupid eyes. I then opened them to see a girl looking at me. "Did you fall asleep or are just trying to play a joke?" she asked.

"Um…"

What is she talking about, who is she, and where the heck am I? "You know what? I don't want to know," she told me, gathering all her books together and getting up. "I really don't see what Buffy sees in you."

She walked past me. What is her problem? She then turned around for a second. "By the way, I finished all my homework, you were making sure I had it done, right?"

I nodded all though I was confused. She turned around and walked out of sight. Girls, I'll never understand them, no matter how long I live. Now I have a mission, if you don't mind. I need to find out where I am and who that girl was. Maybe this is just a dream…I sure hope so. I'm going to panic if it's not. I decided to go outside to look for any signs that would tell me where I am. I saw the hottest bird walking down the street. She was H-O-T!

I walked up to her having a strong feeling I was staring. I lost the ability to make words and my face was burning hot. "Did it hurt?" I asked dreamily.

"Did what hurt? Slaying vampires? I killed two in the graveyard, but it was simple. They didn't throw me against a grave or punch me," she said as if she knew me, and what I was talking about.

That's what makes her so romantic! "No, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" I asked still staring at her.

Okay, I know that line is so twenty years ago, but I've always wanted to say it, and it was the only thing I could think of. "No, I don't remember any pain when I fell back into life. It's kind of hard to remember," she told me.

Huh? OH! She plays along with lines that are so twenty years ago…even more romantic! "You're so romantic! I'm transferring schools!" I blurted out.

Oops! I was supposed to think that, not say it. Stupid Draco! "I hope you do, so we can sit together and you could help me in math! I sure hope you're good in math!"

"I am," I said, yet again not thinking.

I've done a math problem or two in my life—I hate it and I stink at it too. (How have I done math before? You ask. In my Young Wizarding School, they made me take math, a muggle subject for a whole semester! They say I'll need it later in life! Ha!) "Well, how would you like to follow me to my house…help me out with that math problem? Thank goodness I found a math whiz!" she told me.

Math whiz? How am I gonna get out of this one? But, hey—I get to go to her house! I like this girl!

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SPIKE

"I hope he's in pain beyond pain and never tortures us again…" I heard a male voice say, but I don't believe I recognize it.

I know it's not Dawn's. For one thing, Dawn is not a boy, but a girl. Her voice doesn't sound like a boy's either. I opened my eyes. "Where the bloody hell am I? Where's Buffy?" I asked, looking around.

I was not in Dawn's room; that was for sure. The ground beneath me was rattling—I think I'm on a train of some sort. Did Buffy and Dawn send me on a train? What have I done so bad that I would be sent on a train to who knows where? "Even better! He has amnesia!" a boy with messy black hair said.

"Oh, please, Harry! Honestly you two are worse than two-year-olds!" the girl told them.

She had bushy brown hair and brown eyes. I sat down on the seat next to her and said, "Sorry, love, but I think I fell down pretty hard and forgot some stuff. So you wouldn't mind telling me where we're headed would you?"

She moved away from me. "I'm not your love," she told me.

"Well, of course not! I do not have feelings like that for you, Pet!"

"I'm not your 'PET' either, Malfoy! No matter how much you want me to, I don't take orders from you. I am not your slave,"

This girl has major issues! "I never meant to offend you, baby," I apologized.

"I'm not your—oh, forget it!"

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DRACO MALFOY

I followed the cute girl to the house I had just left. "Wait a minute—I just left this house!" I told her, stopping her from going any further.

"What? Oh, right. This is—my friend Dawn's house. I have to get my math homework here. We were going to have a study party—but now I found you, so we can have a study party together at my house!" she explained.

A study party? Well, she likes to study and is very cute. I like that in a girl. She opened the door and I followed her to some stone steps. "What are we doing?" I asked, a little afraid of what might be down there.

What if she lied and she's really a serial killer? "C'mon—my homework's right down here," she said.

What if she plans to get me drunk? I don't drink, so that couldn't happen, right? I slowly followed her down the steps. Everything will be okay. "My homework's by the wall, Spike. Could you get it for me?" she asked.

I bent down to pick up a paper that was most likely her homework. Something shoved me hard, nearly knocking me out. My back was now against the wall and something was putting a heavy chain around my hands. I opened my eyes. It was the girl. I knew it! It was a trap and now I'm going to be murdered. HELP!