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Chapter 5
Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Third period: before lunch.
Buffy smiled weakly at the class. " So. Everyone. You guys are all fifteen, right?"
The class nodded. " Good," Buffy said brightly. " That's good. Because..." she panicked. Turning towards Spike - with her back towards the class - she mouthed, " Help me!"
Spike smirked. He was tempted to let the girl make a fool of herself, but just decided it wouldn't help his case with her anymore. He strode past her and stopped in front of the class. " Right. Well. I'm British, as you can tell by the accent. I'm a vampire. She," he jerked his thumb towards Buffy, who smiled tentatively. " is the Vampire Slayer. And she's terrified, for some unknown reason, of teaching."
" I slay vampires," Buffy offered.
" That just makes it sadder, luv."
She glared at him. " Bite me."
He smiled jovially. " Gladly."
Ron raised his hand. " Yes?" asked Spike. " How old are you guys?"
Buffy blushed. " I'm twenty-one. Spike is...well, really old. Like, his bicentennial is approaching."
Hermione slowly raised a hand. Buffy noticed and motioned for her to speak.
" I was just wondering why you haven't slayed him...I mean, if he's a vampire and all."
Buffy warmed up to the subject, and her eyes gleamed. " A question I often ask myself, Ms... " She looked down at the magical seating map. " Granger. Hermione, that's a pretty name." She smiled. Hermione smiled back. " Thank you, ma'am."
Buffy realized something. " Now that you know WHAT we are, as Spike so decently informed you," she glared at him again, " Why don't I tell you our names. I'm Buffy Summers, and this bloodsucking fiend here - "
Spike looked as if she had agreed to sleep with him. " Really think so, luv?"
She ignored him, " is William ' the Bloody '. But everyone calls him Spike." She smirked at him. " Though Professor Harris has a menagerie of colorful nicknames for him; such as ' the Evil Undead ' and let me see, Deadboy Junior after -- "
Just then, the door burst open. Buffy's hand flew to her mouth as she stared at the person who came in.
" Deadboy Senior," she said weakly.
Angel smiled at her softly. " Hello, Buffy."
Buffy recovered from her revierie and put her walls back up. Guarded, she asked, " Angel. What are you doing here?"
He shrugged. " Dumbledore called the office." At her look, he added hastily, " We're old friends. London, 1900."
"Oh," Buffy managed to reply.
Spike growled. Angel finally took notice of him. " Spike," he growled and charged him.
The class gasped as the two vamped out and rolled around the floor. Buffy sighed.
"Okay boys, are we going to do this the hard way or... actually, there's just the hard way. Too bad."
She executed a flip in the air above them and kicked out against their chests. The two vampires flew into opposite walls from the force of the Slayer.
Angel staggered to his feet and remarked, " Still got that kick, Buff." She smiled. Which then turned into a scowl.
" Now why did you attack Spike when you came into our classroom?"
Angel stared at her in disbelief. " Well it might have something to do with his being evil. And the last time we crossed paths I had hot pokers sticking through my body courtesy of my childe!"
Now Buffy turned to Spike sternly. " You stuck hot pokers through him? Why did I not know this?"
" You see, luv -" Spike began, but Buffy cut him off. " I am very disappointed in you. Both of you," she sent a glance to Angel over her shoulder. He ducked his head sheepishly. She continued, " Now leave me alone so I can teach my class! Go to your rooms! I mean it," she threatened. They quickly scrambled out of the room. The class was awestruck - except for Dawn, who looked a little bored. She used her wand to change her nail polish color and blew some hair out of her face.
Buffy turned back to the class.
" Okay, so today -- oh, to hell with it. I think you've had enough lesson today. You are dismissed."
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"That must have been one of the most interesting DADA classes since Professor Lupin!" exclaimed Hermione as she walked with Harry and Ron on the way to lunch.
Harry seemed a little preoccupied ( with Dawns' figure just ahead of them ) and murmered, " Uh huh, right. Interesting."
Ron, who had little stars in his eyes since he laid eyes on Professor Summers, turned to her excited. " She's so great, isn't she? And so strong. I wonder how old she is." He continued babbling on about her until Hermione, annoyed with the fact that he had seemingly forgotten all about wanting her, decided to shatter his dream.
" Ron, she's got those two, extremely gorgeous vampires tied around her little finger. Do you really believe she's going to drop say, Professor Spike, for you? You're mad."
Ron was not deterred, however. He continued on through the meal, oblivious. Hermione sighed and got up from the table.
" I'm going to go to the library."
" Bye Herm!" Harry shouted after her, He had struck up a conversation with Dawn, who looked both amused and a bit amazed to be speaking to the Harry Potter. If she only knew he had already fallen for her, Hermione mused. Ron continued stuffing his face, oblivious. She threw a wave over her shoulder.
As she left the Great Hall, she ran into a figure and stumbled. Two strong arms grasped hers and steadied her. She blew a sigh of relief and murmered " Thank you." She smiled, and she looked up into the eyes of -
Draco Malfoy.
Sorry the chapters' short ~ and for not updating in a super long time! I will try to write more soon. The chapters may end up being short though. Please review and tell me what you think!!!
For those who are wondering about my High School Series, I have not forgotten about it. I have about half of the next chapter up already. It's just that I had writers' block for it for a while; and I'm a perfectionist and like everything to be complete when posted.
REVIEW!!!!!!
Chapter 5
Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Third period: before lunch.
Buffy smiled weakly at the class. " So. Everyone. You guys are all fifteen, right?"
The class nodded. " Good," Buffy said brightly. " That's good. Because..." she panicked. Turning towards Spike - with her back towards the class - she mouthed, " Help me!"
Spike smirked. He was tempted to let the girl make a fool of herself, but just decided it wouldn't help his case with her anymore. He strode past her and stopped in front of the class. " Right. Well. I'm British, as you can tell by the accent. I'm a vampire. She," he jerked his thumb towards Buffy, who smiled tentatively. " is the Vampire Slayer. And she's terrified, for some unknown reason, of teaching."
" I slay vampires," Buffy offered.
" That just makes it sadder, luv."
She glared at him. " Bite me."
He smiled jovially. " Gladly."
Ron raised his hand. " Yes?" asked Spike. " How old are you guys?"
Buffy blushed. " I'm twenty-one. Spike is...well, really old. Like, his bicentennial is approaching."
Hermione slowly raised a hand. Buffy noticed and motioned for her to speak.
" I was just wondering why you haven't slayed him...I mean, if he's a vampire and all."
Buffy warmed up to the subject, and her eyes gleamed. " A question I often ask myself, Ms... " She looked down at the magical seating map. " Granger. Hermione, that's a pretty name." She smiled. Hermione smiled back. " Thank you, ma'am."
Buffy realized something. " Now that you know WHAT we are, as Spike so decently informed you," she glared at him again, " Why don't I tell you our names. I'm Buffy Summers, and this bloodsucking fiend here - "
Spike looked as if she had agreed to sleep with him. " Really think so, luv?"
She ignored him, " is William ' the Bloody '. But everyone calls him Spike." She smirked at him. " Though Professor Harris has a menagerie of colorful nicknames for him; such as ' the Evil Undead ' and let me see, Deadboy Junior after -- "
Just then, the door burst open. Buffy's hand flew to her mouth as she stared at the person who came in.
" Deadboy Senior," she said weakly.
Angel smiled at her softly. " Hello, Buffy."
Buffy recovered from her revierie and put her walls back up. Guarded, she asked, " Angel. What are you doing here?"
He shrugged. " Dumbledore called the office." At her look, he added hastily, " We're old friends. London, 1900."
"Oh," Buffy managed to reply.
Spike growled. Angel finally took notice of him. " Spike," he growled and charged him.
The class gasped as the two vamped out and rolled around the floor. Buffy sighed.
"Okay boys, are we going to do this the hard way or... actually, there's just the hard way. Too bad."
She executed a flip in the air above them and kicked out against their chests. The two vampires flew into opposite walls from the force of the Slayer.
Angel staggered to his feet and remarked, " Still got that kick, Buff." She smiled. Which then turned into a scowl.
" Now why did you attack Spike when you came into our classroom?"
Angel stared at her in disbelief. " Well it might have something to do with his being evil. And the last time we crossed paths I had hot pokers sticking through my body courtesy of my childe!"
Now Buffy turned to Spike sternly. " You stuck hot pokers through him? Why did I not know this?"
" You see, luv -" Spike began, but Buffy cut him off. " I am very disappointed in you. Both of you," she sent a glance to Angel over her shoulder. He ducked his head sheepishly. She continued, " Now leave me alone so I can teach my class! Go to your rooms! I mean it," she threatened. They quickly scrambled out of the room. The class was awestruck - except for Dawn, who looked a little bored. She used her wand to change her nail polish color and blew some hair out of her face.
Buffy turned back to the class.
" Okay, so today -- oh, to hell with it. I think you've had enough lesson today. You are dismissed."
____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________
"That must have been one of the most interesting DADA classes since Professor Lupin!" exclaimed Hermione as she walked with Harry and Ron on the way to lunch.
Harry seemed a little preoccupied ( with Dawns' figure just ahead of them ) and murmered, " Uh huh, right. Interesting."
Ron, who had little stars in his eyes since he laid eyes on Professor Summers, turned to her excited. " She's so great, isn't she? And so strong. I wonder how old she is." He continued babbling on about her until Hermione, annoyed with the fact that he had seemingly forgotten all about wanting her, decided to shatter his dream.
" Ron, she's got those two, extremely gorgeous vampires tied around her little finger. Do you really believe she's going to drop say, Professor Spike, for you? You're mad."
Ron was not deterred, however. He continued on through the meal, oblivious. Hermione sighed and got up from the table.
" I'm going to go to the library."
" Bye Herm!" Harry shouted after her, He had struck up a conversation with Dawn, who looked both amused and a bit amazed to be speaking to the Harry Potter. If she only knew he had already fallen for her, Hermione mused. Ron continued stuffing his face, oblivious. She threw a wave over her shoulder.
As she left the Great Hall, she ran into a figure and stumbled. Two strong arms grasped hers and steadied her. She blew a sigh of relief and murmered " Thank you." She smiled, and she looked up into the eyes of -
Draco Malfoy.
Sorry the chapters' short ~ and for not updating in a super long time! I will try to write more soon. The chapters may end up being short though. Please review and tell me what you think!!!
For those who are wondering about my High School Series, I have not forgotten about it. I have about half of the next chapter up already. It's just that I had writers' block for it for a while; and I'm a perfectionist and like everything to be complete when posted.
REVIEW!!!!!!