Title: Passion Potion (4/?)
Author: Addy (BadAddy47@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG-13, possibly an eventual R rating
Pairing: Haven't really decided yet, but if you like Willow/Spike, Willow/Draco, Willow/Snape, Willow/Harry, or all of the above, then I think you'll like this story. (For all you webmistresses that don't know where to put this, just stick it in the W/H and W/D sections for now.)
Distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, WLS, Semper Fidelis, Fanfiction.net, OADNT
Summary: Willow makes a mistake while trying to get over Tara's death, and ends up with magical males chasing after her… what's the poor girl to do?
Notes: BtVS/HP X-Over. If anyone thinks they'd be a good beta reader, holla at me.
Spoilers:
IMPORTANT!!!: Willow is 18. This is AU, b/c I have just squeezed everything that happened from the last 4 seasons into her senior year of high school. Yay creative license! (Ascension/graduation happened, Oz left, Initiative happened, Spike got the chip, Glory happened, Warren happened, Tara died, and Willow tried to end the world, and Spike lost the chip... but he doesn't have a soul. Giles & the Magic Box are still around.)
Harry, Malfoy, etc., are 18, and in their 7th year at Hogwarts.
It's winter, just after Christmas time, both in Sunnydale and at Hogwarts…
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Chapter 4: Along for the Ride
After sitting in the dark for hours after his parents had been taken, Draco couldn't tell whether his eyes were open or shut anymore. Everything was pitch black either way. And the silence… the silence was deafening. There was nothing to fill it anymore.
His parents were gone.
Oh, they weren't going to Azkaban. With the money and power and influence the Malfoys had at their disposal, it would take nothing less than the discovery of the presence of Voldemort himself on the estate for them to be locked up with the Dementors. And that was the problem.
Voldemort *was* there, at that very moment. The Aurors who had picked up the Malfoys had completely missed him, but Draco knew he was still there, hiding. Only disaster could have resulted if he had told the Aurors then; both his parents and Voldemort, two forces he was not yet ready to overcome, would have learned of his indecision about his commitment to darkness and made him pay dearly for it. Which was why he had been sitting still, in the dark, for the past two-and-a-half hours. Something or someone, probably Potter, had harmed Voldemort to the point that he could only see moving things. So Malfoy wasn't going to move, not until Dumbledore, or whoever was supposed to come and get him, got there.
He heard knocking, but didn't dare get up yet. One couldn't tell from the calm, cool look he wore on his face – he had been a Malfoy far too long to let anything so mundane as impending doom mar his classic features – but Draco was on the edge, and could only hope his plan to get out of the house unnoticed would work. He waited for his opportunity…
When he heard the house elf, Knobby, answer the door tremblingly, he made a run for it, knowing that if the Dark Lord sensed him he would think that it was just another house elf. He dashed down the stairs, skidded across the hallways, and darted past Knobby, registering surprise as Knobby grabbed his robe and held on tight. After he crossed the threshold, Draco slammed the door behind him, closed his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief in the cold night air. He never considered the idea that a slamming door might attract attention, perhaps waking someone up who was better left sleeping. No, it was not this thought, but rather a loud squeak he heard made his eyes pop open again. He looked down to the source of the sound and saw the little house-elf. Why had Knobby come along, anyway?
"Stay away from Draco Malfoy!" Knobby was shrieking at a large figure. If Draco hadn't been trying so hard to get the hell away from his estate, he would have laughed. The sight of a two-foot-tall elf waving his arms, trying to protect a six-foot wizard from a ten-foot half giant certainly would have amused him at any other time. Instead, Malfoy hushed Knobby with a look.
"But Master told Knobby to watch out for Draco Malfoy…" the elf insisted hesitantly after a pause.
"As much as waving your hands at a being five times your size would be helpful, it isn't necessary," Draco replied before turning to Hagrid.
"Hagrid, we have to… go…now…" Malfoy's voice drifted of as he notice a female form in the distance and felt something weaving its way through his senses.
"Malfoy, I'm goin' ta have to ask ya ta keep yer eyes closed 'til ya take a sip o' this," Hagrid replied as he reached into one of his many pockets.
But Draco barely heard him. His senses were completely bewitched by an alabaster face and lithe body lying on Hagrid's motorbike. Despite being yards away, he could see the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest; he could hear the rhythmic beating of her heart; he could smell the soft scent of passionflower; he could feel her warm breath that left little puffs of steam in the frigid air before evaporating. The only sense left uninvolved was the one he most desperately wanted to use: taste. He wanted to taste those lips of hers-
The high-pitched squeal Knobby made broke the spell, or at least hindered it for the moment. "Draco Malfoy will not drink anything unless Knobby tastes it first! Master will kill Knobby if Draco Malfoy is poisoned!"
Knobby grabbed the potion out of Hagrid's large hands imbibed it in one gulp before letting out a small burp. "Draco Malfoy may have one," the house elf conceded with a nod.
"How gracious of you," Malfoy responded sarcastically before taking the new vial that Hagrid offered him. "What's this for, anyway?"
Hagrid grinned a little. "With any luck, you'll ne'er need ta know." Draco raised an eyebrow as he raised the cordial to his lips, but didn't ask. He knew very well he didn't have that kind of luck, but there was no point in bringing that up yet. Not when they were so close to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. "Let's just hurry up and get to Hogwarts," he said sharply, wiping the last drops of potion from his mouth.
"We got another stop ta make 'fore we git ta Hogwarts, mind." Hagrid said as he climbed onto the front of the motorbike. "Yer house elf kin ride in me pocket. 'S large 'nough, and 'e's small 'nough." At Draco's nodded, Knobby hopped into a deceptively sized pocket in Hagrid's coat. Though it appeared small, the pocket was magically inclined to resize itself to contain whatever it needed to, including a house elf.
"Oh, and this is Willow." Hagrid added as an afterthought, nodding to the witch sleeping on his vehicle. "She musta dozed off sometime over the A'lantic. There should be more than enough room fer both a ya, seein' as how the seat resizes."
Malfoy rolled his eyes at himself as he looked at her while he settled onto the space behind her. He had gotten carried away before. Sure, her pale skin was soft, and her red hair was silky, and the appealing aroma that enveloped him when he was near her was driving him crazy, and the way she fit into his arms as they took off into the night felt just right… but… but… there had to be something amiss, no one could be this… absolutely superb…
She was cold! That was something off-putting; he would have to focus on that. She was too cold. And wet, as well; he saw the water droplets that clung to her skin as if they couldn't dream of leaving, and he desperately tried to convince himself that he didn't wish he were one of those droplets. He watched, entranced, as one slid across her skin, shimmering as it hung perilously on edge of her shoulder. He frowned at the shiver that prompted it's descent; this might not be such a good thing for her health's sake. A new thought dawned on him. Smirking, he wrapped his arms more tightly around her. That cold thing was nothing that he couldn't fix, really.
The foursome never noticed the eyes, though bleary from sleep, which intently watched their ascent in the motorbike from the ground. Though Willow never saw those glowing red eyes… they definitely saw her.
End Chapter 4
Harry is on the way, no worries! {though I doubt you W/Draco and W/Snape fans are terribly tormented by his absence :) } And Spikey will no doubt make an appearance soon as well:) Please, please, PLEASE send feedback, it is the reason for this stories existence! It is the reason for my existence! Okay, I might be exaggerating a bit (*only* a bit) but I still desperately want/crave/need feedback… please? The more I get, the more & faster I post :)
