A/N: Anything with ' around it are a person's thoughts.
Chapter Three - Telepathy, Puppies, and Angels
It was the end of Potions, and Harry and Ron headed off to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry was concerned - Hermione never showed up to class.
She ALWAYS came to class.
"I'm sure she's fine." Ron said. "She probably had to speak with one of the professors or something."
Harry shook his head. "She would have told me. She's - "
"Talking to Professor Rosenberg?" Harry looked at Ron, who pointed at the Dark Arts classroom, an 'I told you so' smile on his face.
Buffy was putting an assortment of weapons out on the desk. Willow was standing by the window, talking to Hermione. They both looked nervous, but much more relieved then the night before.
Harry smiled and crept up behind Hermione. He slipped his arms around her waist and she jumped.
"Harry! Don't do that!"
Harry gave her a goofy grin and kissed the top of her head. She put her arms around his.
"Is everything okay? You weren't in Potions. I was worried."
"I needed to speak with Professor Rosenberg - "
"Willow," Buffy said quickly, walking passed them with - was that a crossbow? - in her hands.
Hermione smiled. "Willow about Tara. I needed to ask her a question, something kind of personal, and I wanted to speak with her alone, and her only fee time was during Potions." She looked up at him. "I'm sorry."
Harry smiled and kissed her lightly. "Don't worry about it. Just don't do it again." He tickled her and she giggled. They sat down as the rest of the class filed in. Ron groaned as the Slytherins came in, but smiled as Kennedy and Dawn walked in, laughing. Kennedy smiled, and sat down next to him. There was a seat between Kennedy and Draco.
Dawn looked at it and finally decided to sit down. Draco rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smirking. 'This girl is brazen. I like that.'
Dawn looked at him. "Got a problem Malfoy?" She asked with a sly smile.
"Turn around, Summers, before you hurt yourself."
Dawn shrugged and turned towards the front of the room. Kennedy bit back laughter.
"Alright, alright, settle down." Buffy smiled as the class quieted.
"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I'm Professor Summers, and this is Professor Rosenberg, but do us a favor. Outside of class, we're just Buffy and Willow."
"We want to be your friends, not just your professors." Willow added.
A hand shot in the air. "Yes - um - "
"Seamus. You seem a little young to be professors. How old are you?"
"Twenty-one. And did you miss the part where I was the slayer?"
Seamus just looked around and Buffy smirked. "This is how this class today is going to work. I'm going to answer one of your questions, and you, in turn, have to answer one of mine. We'll go back and forth for about half of the class. The other half, Kennedy and Dawn are going to do a quick demonstration."
Buffy looked at Willow, who grinned. "Okay. I'll start. What types of professors have you guys had in the past?"
Some groaned. Others winced. Some just shook their heads. Hermione was the one who answered. "Our first year was Professor Quirrel."
"A sad excuse for a teacher who turned out to be working for You-Know-Who." Ron said.
"Who, Voldemort?" Buffy asked, much to the chagrin of everyone but Harry and Hermione.
"Can you NOT say his name? Please?" Neville muttered.
"Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself." Hermione said, shooting a glance towards the back of the room.
"Hermione's right. I insist that you all speak the actual name Voldemort while in my classroom. I promise, it will make you all feel better about everything. Now, who's going to continue?"
"Second year was Professor Lockhart." Hermione added, as if bored.
"An even more sad excuse for a teacher who wouldn't know how to teach Defense if his life depended on it, who the girls only liked because he was attractive."
"Shut up Ron." Hermione said, glaring.
"What? It's true."
Hermione rolled her eyes as Harry laughed and continued for her. "Third and Sixth Year was Professor Lupin, a werewolf, but one of the best professors we've ever had."
"Speak for yourself, Potter." Draco quipped.
"That's enough from you Mr. Malfoy." Buffy said.
"Fourth year was Professor Moody - well, someone else was posing as Alastor Moody using Polyjuice Potion, and was also working for You-Know-Who." Buffy shot Ron a look. "Voldemort." Ron said weakly.
"You guys have really bad luck with professors, don't you?" Willow asked.
"Only in this class, as we get to our Fifth year with Arabella Figg. Great professor, but one who unfortunately had no knack for teaching. " Hermione said, shaking her head.
"Wow - and now you have us."
"Poor kids."
"Don't be so hard on yourself Will."
"I was talking about you."
"Hey!"
Dawn and Kennedy were laughing along with some of the others in the class.
"Now, you ask us a question." Buffy bit her lip as about fifteen hands went into the air. "Uh - Harry."
"What was the worst demon you've faced as the slayer?"
"Ouch." Buffy thought for a second. "Let's see. Glory was pretty bad. But she wasn't a demon, she was a hell god."
"You fought a GOD and LIVED?" Neville said astonished.
"Not exactly. I died, Willow and three of our friends brought me back, and no power on this Earth will make me trust you enough to tell you the rest of that story yet."
"Were you in heaven?" Dawn asked smiling.
"No power on this Earth. I will in due time. Let's see - The Master was pretty bad, he killed me too, but Xander revived me. The Mayor - nah, that was a piece of cake although I had to blow up the school and put another slayer in a coma to kill him. Acathla - Maybe, although - "Buffy's face fell as she finally realized the worst demon she'd faced as a slayer. "Angelus. Angelus was the worst demon I've ever faced."
"Angelus? As in the Scourge of Europe? But wasn't he supposed to have been cursed with a soul?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, but it wasn't permanent. And I had to fight him. That was the hardest six months of my life."
"Why?"
"Because I loved him." Buffy said nostalgically.
'Love him is more like it.' Willow mused.
Buffy glared at her. 'Shut up Wills.'
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Buffy was walking through a cemetery back in Sunnydale, but it wasn't the calm nights on patrol she was used to. Darkness and blood clouded her vision. The graveyard itself was in shambles. Buffy had her eyes closed and found herself standing in front of a tomb stone. The name engraved on it was Tara McClay.
A rustling behind her made her turn around. There was no one there.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." She said carefully.
"You never will learn, will you Buffy?"
Buffy spun around to face the person who was speaking to her. She was dumbfounded. "Ms. Calendar?"
"You always think it's about you, Buffy. But it's never about you."
"I don't understand."
"You're not meant to."
Buffy spun around again, and she was facing someone she never expected to see again.
"Tara?"
"He destroys anything in his path." Tara said, walking towards her. "Anything that prevents him from getting power. You'll be drawn into the fight, Buffy. But you're not meant to fight it. Only to help make it happen."
"I don't understand. What am I supposed to make happen?"
"It's all black and white. He's the dark - you're the light. But they are the shades of grey. Don't let them unravel the web. It's a twisted web we weave."
"How can I be the light? I barely even know who I am anymore."
At this, Tara smiled and looked at Jenny, who was also smiling. Buffy turned around, just as Jenny started to say something and -
"Buffy! Buffy, wake up - we're going to be late! I can't believe you fell asleep!"
Buffy groaned as she awoke, and had the sudden urge to throttle Willow. Whatever Tara was trying to tell her was important, and now, she'd probably never know.
Damn her slayer senses and damn the apocalyptically psychic dreams.
Buffy decided not to mention this to Willow until she had something concrete. No need getting everyone riled up over nothing.
Buffy slung her legs over the edge of the bed and slipped on a pair of sneakers. No way in hell her boots were going back on any time soon. "So, what is it we're supposed to be doing again?"
"Patrolling the hallways for any sneaky, out of bed children, and maybe going into the library to check out the Restricted Section."
Buffy threw her a withered look.
"C'mon! Old habits die hard! I want info for our class that we don't know, and I know you want to help. Please?" Willow pouted and Buffy laughed.
"Alright, I give. First, we patrol. Then, we make a mad dash for the library. Then, we load up on snacks, take a nap, and get ready for another day of teaching."
"Oodles of fun for witches and slayers alike."
"How very true."
Willow giggled and the two of them headed down the hall, not aware of a certain Head Boy and Head Girl on their tails.
"Hermione, I never considered you to be the sneaky type." Draco said, eyes shining.
"Oh, bite me Malfoy. The last thing I want to be doing right now is traipsing around the castle with you, but my distrust overpowers my immense distaste for you enough to make me follow you around."
"Ouch." Draco put his hand on his chest in an overly-dramatic gesture. "You cut me deep, Granger. Really deep."
"Pipe down, will you! They'll hear us."
Draco rolled his eyes and mumbled a whatever.
"Willow!"
Willow spun around, and Buffy glared. "Dawn Marie Summers, get back to bed now!"
Kennedy snuck out from behind her.
"What, is the entire calvary out for the night?" Buffy said, throwing her hands in the air.
"We heard you were going patrolling, so we wanted to follow." Kennedy said hopefully.
"We're patrolling the halls for students out of bed, not patrolling in the sense of patrolling for vampires, so get back to bed. Now."
"But Buffy - " Kennedy whined.
"Oh, let them help Buffy. After all four heads are better then two."
"And twice as obnoxiously annoying." Buffy mumbled, sighing. "Alright, let's go."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hey! Here's something - no, never mind, I don't think you want to read this. It concerns Angelus and a...puppy? Oh, that's disgusting. I think I'm going to be sick."
"Ooh, let me see." Kennedy said, looking over Dawn's shoulder. "Ew - but neat. It says that Angelus - "
"Skip it." Buffy said, not looking up from her own research.
"But, Buffy it could be - "
Buffy shot Willow a glare. "I said it once, I'll say it again. I don't want to know. I don't have a puppy. Skip it."
Dawn slammed the book closed. "I think I might be sick. And you kissed him? Ugh!" Dawn stood up and took the book with her. "I'm going to look for something else. That was just gross."
"Suit yourself - I warned you researching about Angel was going to be fun of the not-so-pleasant kind."
"If you say I told you so, I will have to hurt you." Dawn said, going back into the stacks.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione and Draco followed the four girls into the library, but Hermione had finally had enough.
"Alright, that's it - I'm going back to my Common Room."
"What? Afraid you might be caught?" Draco asked mockingly.
Hermione rolled here eyes. "My boyfriend is Harry Potter, who has been caught how many times out of bed at night? The last thing on my mind right now is getting caught. I'm just tired of following them around all might. You have your suspicions - I have mine. Goodnight Malfoy."
Draco smirked and rolled his eyes as Hermione turned the corner. "Figures she would use the 'Potter's my boyfriend' card." He mumbled, walking into the library. That's when he caught wind of quite an interesting and - odd conversation. He hid in the stacks.
"I said it once, I'll say it again. I don't want to know. I don't have a puppy. Skip it." 'Puppy?' He mouthed.
"I think I might be sick. And you kissed him? Ugh!" Draco smirked. "I'm going to look for something else. That was just gross."
"Suit yourself" He heard Buffy say. "I warned you researching about Angel was going to be fun of the not-so-pleasant kind." "Angel? Angelus?" He asked himself, still thoroughly confused.
"If you say I told you so, I will have to hurt you." Dawn said, going back into the stacks. Draco grinned at the prospect of catching her off guard. There was something about this girl that he found fascinating - and also attractive. The fact that he found a Mudblood attractive frightened him just a bit, especially if certain people found out, but he shrugged it off as Dawn came into his line of vision.
Dawn returned the book and started looking elsewhere, when a movement to her left caught her eye. Ears perked up, Dawn followed the sound - and spun around as she felt someone grab her shoulder.
"Malfoy! For the love of God, do NOT sneak up on me like that."
"What are you going to do about it? Hit me?"
"I am a slayer in training." She said smugly.
"Training being the operative word."
Dawn glared and continued looking through the shelves for nothing in particular. Draco was still right behind her, and the feel of him so close to her was making her knees go weak. Desperate to get her mind off of anything that was Draco, Dawn somehow managed to say, "So, what are you doing out of bed? Shouldn't you be dreaming of tormenting First Years or something?"
"For your information Summers, as Head Boy, I'm allowed to be out after hours. And why would I even bother dreaming of tormenting ickle firsties when I know that I can torment you while I'm very much awake?"
Dawn turned around. "What makes you think that I won't torment you right back?"
"Didn't think you would mind it."
"Never said I did." Dawn grabbed a book from the shelves and walked away. 'Take that Malfoy.' She though smiling.
"Absolutely unbelievable." Draco said aloud, chuckling.
She was FLIRTING with him. And, to his surprise, he was enjoying it. Immensely.
'You're falling for a Mudblood, Malfoy. Nice work.' He sighed.
"My father is going to kill me."
A/N: If you didn't catch that - yes, Buffy and Willow were talking to each other in their minds at the end of the DAtDA lesson. So I took a Season Seven thing and used it! Sue me :P
Chapter Three - Telepathy, Puppies, and Angels
It was the end of Potions, and Harry and Ron headed off to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry was concerned - Hermione never showed up to class.
She ALWAYS came to class.
"I'm sure she's fine." Ron said. "She probably had to speak with one of the professors or something."
Harry shook his head. "She would have told me. She's - "
"Talking to Professor Rosenberg?" Harry looked at Ron, who pointed at the Dark Arts classroom, an 'I told you so' smile on his face.
Buffy was putting an assortment of weapons out on the desk. Willow was standing by the window, talking to Hermione. They both looked nervous, but much more relieved then the night before.
Harry smiled and crept up behind Hermione. He slipped his arms around her waist and she jumped.
"Harry! Don't do that!"
Harry gave her a goofy grin and kissed the top of her head. She put her arms around his.
"Is everything okay? You weren't in Potions. I was worried."
"I needed to speak with Professor Rosenberg - "
"Willow," Buffy said quickly, walking passed them with - was that a crossbow? - in her hands.
Hermione smiled. "Willow about Tara. I needed to ask her a question, something kind of personal, and I wanted to speak with her alone, and her only fee time was during Potions." She looked up at him. "I'm sorry."
Harry smiled and kissed her lightly. "Don't worry about it. Just don't do it again." He tickled her and she giggled. They sat down as the rest of the class filed in. Ron groaned as the Slytherins came in, but smiled as Kennedy and Dawn walked in, laughing. Kennedy smiled, and sat down next to him. There was a seat between Kennedy and Draco.
Dawn looked at it and finally decided to sit down. Draco rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smirking. 'This girl is brazen. I like that.'
Dawn looked at him. "Got a problem Malfoy?" She asked with a sly smile.
"Turn around, Summers, before you hurt yourself."
Dawn shrugged and turned towards the front of the room. Kennedy bit back laughter.
"Alright, alright, settle down." Buffy smiled as the class quieted.
"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I'm Professor Summers, and this is Professor Rosenberg, but do us a favor. Outside of class, we're just Buffy and Willow."
"We want to be your friends, not just your professors." Willow added.
A hand shot in the air. "Yes - um - "
"Seamus. You seem a little young to be professors. How old are you?"
"Twenty-one. And did you miss the part where I was the slayer?"
Seamus just looked around and Buffy smirked. "This is how this class today is going to work. I'm going to answer one of your questions, and you, in turn, have to answer one of mine. We'll go back and forth for about half of the class. The other half, Kennedy and Dawn are going to do a quick demonstration."
Buffy looked at Willow, who grinned. "Okay. I'll start. What types of professors have you guys had in the past?"
Some groaned. Others winced. Some just shook their heads. Hermione was the one who answered. "Our first year was Professor Quirrel."
"A sad excuse for a teacher who turned out to be working for You-Know-Who." Ron said.
"Who, Voldemort?" Buffy asked, much to the chagrin of everyone but Harry and Hermione.
"Can you NOT say his name? Please?" Neville muttered.
"Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself." Hermione said, shooting a glance towards the back of the room.
"Hermione's right. I insist that you all speak the actual name Voldemort while in my classroom. I promise, it will make you all feel better about everything. Now, who's going to continue?"
"Second year was Professor Lockhart." Hermione added, as if bored.
"An even more sad excuse for a teacher who wouldn't know how to teach Defense if his life depended on it, who the girls only liked because he was attractive."
"Shut up Ron." Hermione said, glaring.
"What? It's true."
Hermione rolled her eyes as Harry laughed and continued for her. "Third and Sixth Year was Professor Lupin, a werewolf, but one of the best professors we've ever had."
"Speak for yourself, Potter." Draco quipped.
"That's enough from you Mr. Malfoy." Buffy said.
"Fourth year was Professor Moody - well, someone else was posing as Alastor Moody using Polyjuice Potion, and was also working for You-Know-Who." Buffy shot Ron a look. "Voldemort." Ron said weakly.
"You guys have really bad luck with professors, don't you?" Willow asked.
"Only in this class, as we get to our Fifth year with Arabella Figg. Great professor, but one who unfortunately had no knack for teaching. " Hermione said, shaking her head.
"Wow - and now you have us."
"Poor kids."
"Don't be so hard on yourself Will."
"I was talking about you."
"Hey!"
Dawn and Kennedy were laughing along with some of the others in the class.
"Now, you ask us a question." Buffy bit her lip as about fifteen hands went into the air. "Uh - Harry."
"What was the worst demon you've faced as the slayer?"
"Ouch." Buffy thought for a second. "Let's see. Glory was pretty bad. But she wasn't a demon, she was a hell god."
"You fought a GOD and LIVED?" Neville said astonished.
"Not exactly. I died, Willow and three of our friends brought me back, and no power on this Earth will make me trust you enough to tell you the rest of that story yet."
"Were you in heaven?" Dawn asked smiling.
"No power on this Earth. I will in due time. Let's see - The Master was pretty bad, he killed me too, but Xander revived me. The Mayor - nah, that was a piece of cake although I had to blow up the school and put another slayer in a coma to kill him. Acathla - Maybe, although - "Buffy's face fell as she finally realized the worst demon she'd faced as a slayer. "Angelus. Angelus was the worst demon I've ever faced."
"Angelus? As in the Scourge of Europe? But wasn't he supposed to have been cursed with a soul?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, but it wasn't permanent. And I had to fight him. That was the hardest six months of my life."
"Why?"
"Because I loved him." Buffy said nostalgically.
'Love him is more like it.' Willow mused.
Buffy glared at her. 'Shut up Wills.'
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Buffy was walking through a cemetery back in Sunnydale, but it wasn't the calm nights on patrol she was used to. Darkness and blood clouded her vision. The graveyard itself was in shambles. Buffy had her eyes closed and found herself standing in front of a tomb stone. The name engraved on it was Tara McClay.
A rustling behind her made her turn around. There was no one there.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." She said carefully.
"You never will learn, will you Buffy?"
Buffy spun around to face the person who was speaking to her. She was dumbfounded. "Ms. Calendar?"
"You always think it's about you, Buffy. But it's never about you."
"I don't understand."
"You're not meant to."
Buffy spun around again, and she was facing someone she never expected to see again.
"Tara?"
"He destroys anything in his path." Tara said, walking towards her. "Anything that prevents him from getting power. You'll be drawn into the fight, Buffy. But you're not meant to fight it. Only to help make it happen."
"I don't understand. What am I supposed to make happen?"
"It's all black and white. He's the dark - you're the light. But they are the shades of grey. Don't let them unravel the web. It's a twisted web we weave."
"How can I be the light? I barely even know who I am anymore."
At this, Tara smiled and looked at Jenny, who was also smiling. Buffy turned around, just as Jenny started to say something and -
"Buffy! Buffy, wake up - we're going to be late! I can't believe you fell asleep!"
Buffy groaned as she awoke, and had the sudden urge to throttle Willow. Whatever Tara was trying to tell her was important, and now, she'd probably never know.
Damn her slayer senses and damn the apocalyptically psychic dreams.
Buffy decided not to mention this to Willow until she had something concrete. No need getting everyone riled up over nothing.
Buffy slung her legs over the edge of the bed and slipped on a pair of sneakers. No way in hell her boots were going back on any time soon. "So, what is it we're supposed to be doing again?"
"Patrolling the hallways for any sneaky, out of bed children, and maybe going into the library to check out the Restricted Section."
Buffy threw her a withered look.
"C'mon! Old habits die hard! I want info for our class that we don't know, and I know you want to help. Please?" Willow pouted and Buffy laughed.
"Alright, I give. First, we patrol. Then, we make a mad dash for the library. Then, we load up on snacks, take a nap, and get ready for another day of teaching."
"Oodles of fun for witches and slayers alike."
"How very true."
Willow giggled and the two of them headed down the hall, not aware of a certain Head Boy and Head Girl on their tails.
"Hermione, I never considered you to be the sneaky type." Draco said, eyes shining.
"Oh, bite me Malfoy. The last thing I want to be doing right now is traipsing around the castle with you, but my distrust overpowers my immense distaste for you enough to make me follow you around."
"Ouch." Draco put his hand on his chest in an overly-dramatic gesture. "You cut me deep, Granger. Really deep."
"Pipe down, will you! They'll hear us."
Draco rolled his eyes and mumbled a whatever.
"Willow!"
Willow spun around, and Buffy glared. "Dawn Marie Summers, get back to bed now!"
Kennedy snuck out from behind her.
"What, is the entire calvary out for the night?" Buffy said, throwing her hands in the air.
"We heard you were going patrolling, so we wanted to follow." Kennedy said hopefully.
"We're patrolling the halls for students out of bed, not patrolling in the sense of patrolling for vampires, so get back to bed. Now."
"But Buffy - " Kennedy whined.
"Oh, let them help Buffy. After all four heads are better then two."
"And twice as obnoxiously annoying." Buffy mumbled, sighing. "Alright, let's go."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hey! Here's something - no, never mind, I don't think you want to read this. It concerns Angelus and a...puppy? Oh, that's disgusting. I think I'm going to be sick."
"Ooh, let me see." Kennedy said, looking over Dawn's shoulder. "Ew - but neat. It says that Angelus - "
"Skip it." Buffy said, not looking up from her own research.
"But, Buffy it could be - "
Buffy shot Willow a glare. "I said it once, I'll say it again. I don't want to know. I don't have a puppy. Skip it."
Dawn slammed the book closed. "I think I might be sick. And you kissed him? Ugh!" Dawn stood up and took the book with her. "I'm going to look for something else. That was just gross."
"Suit yourself - I warned you researching about Angel was going to be fun of the not-so-pleasant kind."
"If you say I told you so, I will have to hurt you." Dawn said, going back into the stacks.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione and Draco followed the four girls into the library, but Hermione had finally had enough.
"Alright, that's it - I'm going back to my Common Room."
"What? Afraid you might be caught?" Draco asked mockingly.
Hermione rolled here eyes. "My boyfriend is Harry Potter, who has been caught how many times out of bed at night? The last thing on my mind right now is getting caught. I'm just tired of following them around all might. You have your suspicions - I have mine. Goodnight Malfoy."
Draco smirked and rolled his eyes as Hermione turned the corner. "Figures she would use the 'Potter's my boyfriend' card." He mumbled, walking into the library. That's when he caught wind of quite an interesting and - odd conversation. He hid in the stacks.
"I said it once, I'll say it again. I don't want to know. I don't have a puppy. Skip it." 'Puppy?' He mouthed.
"I think I might be sick. And you kissed him? Ugh!" Draco smirked. "I'm going to look for something else. That was just gross."
"Suit yourself" He heard Buffy say. "I warned you researching about Angel was going to be fun of the not-so-pleasant kind." "Angel? Angelus?" He asked himself, still thoroughly confused.
"If you say I told you so, I will have to hurt you." Dawn said, going back into the stacks. Draco grinned at the prospect of catching her off guard. There was something about this girl that he found fascinating - and also attractive. The fact that he found a Mudblood attractive frightened him just a bit, especially if certain people found out, but he shrugged it off as Dawn came into his line of vision.
Dawn returned the book and started looking elsewhere, when a movement to her left caught her eye. Ears perked up, Dawn followed the sound - and spun around as she felt someone grab her shoulder.
"Malfoy! For the love of God, do NOT sneak up on me like that."
"What are you going to do about it? Hit me?"
"I am a slayer in training." She said smugly.
"Training being the operative word."
Dawn glared and continued looking through the shelves for nothing in particular. Draco was still right behind her, and the feel of him so close to her was making her knees go weak. Desperate to get her mind off of anything that was Draco, Dawn somehow managed to say, "So, what are you doing out of bed? Shouldn't you be dreaming of tormenting First Years or something?"
"For your information Summers, as Head Boy, I'm allowed to be out after hours. And why would I even bother dreaming of tormenting ickle firsties when I know that I can torment you while I'm very much awake?"
Dawn turned around. "What makes you think that I won't torment you right back?"
"Didn't think you would mind it."
"Never said I did." Dawn grabbed a book from the shelves and walked away. 'Take that Malfoy.' She though smiling.
"Absolutely unbelievable." Draco said aloud, chuckling.
She was FLIRTING with him. And, to his surprise, he was enjoying it. Immensely.
'You're falling for a Mudblood, Malfoy. Nice work.' He sighed.
"My father is going to kill me."
A/N: If you didn't catch that - yes, Buffy and Willow were talking to each other in their minds at the end of the DAtDA lesson. So I took a Season Seven thing and used it! Sue me :P