Pawn: Masks and Glamour
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot (and maybe a few characters I will make up). Buffy characters are solely the property of Joss Whedon. Harry Potter characters are the property of Ms. Rowling.
Summary: A now jaded Dawn goes undercover, as Pansy Parkinson. When her true identity is uncovered, her life, sanctity and heart are all placed in jeopardy.
Buffy/HP Crossover. Set two years after The Gift.
It was truly wretched day, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping and Pansy Parkinson was sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts express scowling and mumbling to herself, or so it seemed to any inconspicuous and nosy student that peeked their bratty head through the compartment door. In actuality Pansy wad whispering words of confidence to herself for the coming year, to keep up appearances and scare away any suspicions that might think that she was anything other than clinging, whiny Pansy, or pug-face as she was accordingley called behind her back, by almost all of Hogwarts, they thought she did not know and she pretended well enough that she did not and the truth was she didn't, why should she care what any one else thought or said? She had a job to do and nobody was going to get in her way.
"Hey? Where's pug-face?" She'd know that voice anywhere, it was Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy was Hogwarts resident hottie, Slytherin slut and all around bad boy. In sixth year he had proved that he was more than just the carbon-copy of his father on the inside, but also on the outside too. A truly shameful thing that Malfoy was not an individual in his own right, for it was Malfoy's willingness to be like his father that truly disgusted Pansy or Dawn, or whoever she was these days.
"Uh boss." "We don't know." Ahhh yes Crabbe and Goyle the gracefulness of a Ox, the insolence of a fly and the sheer stupidity of a doorknob. Anyone who was a Slytherin could tell that outward appearances weren't always the truth, as was the case with Crabbe and Goyle, on the outside they may look like the stupidest things on two legs since caveman, but on the inside their main objective was solely to protect Malfoy and contrary to popular belief they were not as stupid as they looked. They thought she did not know, but she did. Something was missing though, something important.
"Only, ten minutes, I can not wait to get started on my new portfolio!" "Oh, shut it Creevey, no one wants to hear about your pathetic agenda!" "Malfoy, don't you dare insult him!" "What are you going to do Weasel-face, kill me with the UV rays from your face." Pawn as Dawn liked to call herself, massaged her temples, lifted herself from the compartment seat and slammed open the door, gracing the crowd of Hogwarts boys with a cold stare. Sighing, she punched Weasel in the face from sole frustration, directed square at Weasel's nose. With a deafening thud Weasel fell to the floor, all noise and movement seemed to stop at once. "So its true, Weasels face really is as bright as the sun!" Oh crap.
Next chapter: We find out how the hell Dawn got to where she is!