Here are the challenge requirements set forth by Jinni:

"Those of us keeping up with the aftermath of the SuperBowl halftime show have undoubtedly heard the phrase "wardrobe malfunction" once or twice so far this week.

200 word Challenge.

Any BtVS Crossover pairing involving a wardrobe malfunction of some kind."

Author: sita

Rating: R, for language and reckless flirtation
Characters Making an Appearance: Draco, Severus and Faith
Disclaimer: I do not own, know, or sadly, possess anyone from the BtVS or Harry Potter universes. Whedon and Rowling have all rights and earn all revenue.

Distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, FF.net

Summary: AU Post BtVS season 7 and Prisoner of Azkabhan. Draco is in his 7th year and his father has recently died as a result of his betrayal of Voldemort. Without Draco's knowledge, Faith has been sent to Hogwarts by a recently rebuilt Watcher's Counsel, chaired by Buffy. Albus Dumbledore has requested the help of a Slayer to protect Draco Malfoy from Death Eater assassins.

Also, I'm assuming that Wizarding clothes have zippers.

Crush

Faith raced down the corridor to her Potions class, randomly reviewing her notes. When next she saw Buffy, there'd be hell to pay for sending her to this school.

Turning to the Potions classroom, she slammed into a hard body and fell. Someone moaned on the floor next to her. He bit out, "Damn it, watch where you're going."

Sitting up, she grinned saucily, "Does your little friend need air?"

"What are you talking about, Gryff?" he asked as he stood up, slightly dazed.

Faith popped up from the ground gracefully, her face three inches from his. "Does XYZ mean anything to you, babe? No?"

Reaching down, she tucked his shirttail back into his pants, grazing her hand against his hardened flesh. Then she began pulling the zipper up one notch at a time.

Draco shivered, whimpered slightly as she bit his skin beneath the ear and whispered against it. "Cover yourself, sweets, unless you're trying to tempt me?"

"Just what is going on out here?" Professor Snape demanded.

Smirking, she slipped into the classroom, "sorry, Prof, just helping Malfoy here tidy it up. Wouldn't want him coming to class half-dressed, now would ya?"