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Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter.
A/N: I'd like to say thanks to the reviewers (I was so surprised that I actually got more than one from my friend). And I'd like to say a big thanks to Sam who got me started.
Chapter 2- Things Aren't What They Seem
It was only two weeks into Hermione's first term back at Hogwarts in her fifth year and already she was wearing signs of Buffy depravation. Hermione had already sped through all the Buffy books she had brought with her and had resorted to reading the Watcher's Guide over and over again. Not only that but her imagination had run wild, she was day dreaming in class and, shock of all shocks, was not answering every single question aimed at the class. Her best friends Ron and Harry were getting worried, she actually had to do an essay the night before it was due. Let's just say that Hermione could only think of two things: obviously Buffy, and, Spike.
Now we join Hermione in the Great Hall at breakfast where one of the most important weeks in Hogwarts history was to begin. This week was the week that Hermione Granger, the smartest girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, would come undone.
Hermione plopped herself heavily into a seat across from Ron and Harry and immediately reached for toast. She then sat back and prepared to go into Buffy dream land for the day, but instead she was rudely interrupted by her neglected friends, "Hermione, are you okay? You haven't really uh, been yourself lately." Harry asked this with one of those concerned, where-here- because-we-love-you looks.
"I'm dandy," Hermione quipped back with a frown. She then returned to contemplate her toast, trying to remember if there were any references to toast in Buffy.
"Hermione, really. We want to know what's wrong. You didn't answer one question yesterday in Potions, I thought Snape was going to have a fit or something," Ron implored.
Hermione simply sighed impatiently, looked up at Ron and told him, to their disbelief, "There are more important things to think about than school. Don't you know at this moment that there is the greatest TV show ever being produced and that no one except me cares about it? You'd think that I'd gone mad or something, I told you on the way to school all about Buffy and what I think about it. So do leave me alone to think about something." And it was true, Hermione had told them all about Buffy, but they hadn't paid attention, it was so much more interesting to see what would happen if you spat out the window.
The bell soon rang with Ron and Harry dragging Hermione out of the Great Hall, who was still in great contemplation over the general role of food in Buffy. All the way to Care of Magical Creatures Ron and Harry questioned Hermione, bugged Hermione, made passes at Hermione and generally annoyed the absolute crap out of Hermione. So you could just imagine the state that she was in by the time their giant teacher Hagrid began to speak to the class.
With Ron and Harry decidedly ignoring Hermione for the time being, and Hermione decidedly being in a talkative mood, the rest of the class, which included both Gryffindor and Slytherin students, learnt about Hermione's everlasting love for Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The rest of the class was quick to also ignore Hermione because they had no idea what she was on about and didn't particularly wan to know. The Slytherins however, did take an interest and as soon as Hagrid was out of earshot the one and only Draco Malfoy approached the alone and vulnerable Hermione, "So, my little mudblood doesn't have any friends now. Would it have something to do with the fact that, oh, she doesn't do their homework for them anymore?"
Hermione took a page out of Buffy's book and kept a brave face going into danger, "Or maybe my little bouncing ferret that it has something to do with you approaching me. Your stench must have driven them off; I guess I must be the only one who can stomach such an inhuman stench."
The lesson took a form of Malfoy taunting Hermione, the Slytherins laughing and Hermione insulting back. At the end of class Hermione saw Hagrid motion to her to come and talk to him. When Hermione approached him she saw that his face was full of concern, "Hermione, are ye alright, ye seem a bit er, quiet."
"Nothing's wrong Hagrid, just got a lot to think about at the moment," Hermione paused, fishing around for a suitable excuse for her behaviour, "you know, beginning of a new year and all."
"Oh, okay then. Make sure ye keep on top of everything then." Hermione walked up to the castle with a strange sense of fore boding, a feeling that this week was not going to be her week.
The rest of the week went somewhat like that Monday with her fellow housemates ignoring her, which was actually fine with her, more time to think and fantasise about Buffy. But her teachers began to show concern, noticing that Hermione was not the same student that they had taught last year. Worst of all though, since Hermione was now a lone target she was now every Slytherin fifth year's punching bag.
Unfortunately for Hermione all this business culminated on Friday in a fateful double potions lesson.
A/N: Going to have to leave you there folks. I like to write when the words just flow, which is what they aren't doing at the moment, as you can see, this chapter is boring as hell. But I promise you that the next chap will be a whopper. You just gotta stick around for a little longer!
A/N: I'd like to say thanks to the reviewers (I was so surprised that I actually got more than one from my friend). And I'd like to say a big thanks to Sam who got me started.
Chapter 2- Things Aren't What They Seem
It was only two weeks into Hermione's first term back at Hogwarts in her fifth year and already she was wearing signs of Buffy depravation. Hermione had already sped through all the Buffy books she had brought with her and had resorted to reading the Watcher's Guide over and over again. Not only that but her imagination had run wild, she was day dreaming in class and, shock of all shocks, was not answering every single question aimed at the class. Her best friends Ron and Harry were getting worried, she actually had to do an essay the night before it was due. Let's just say that Hermione could only think of two things: obviously Buffy, and, Spike.
Now we join Hermione in the Great Hall at breakfast where one of the most important weeks in Hogwarts history was to begin. This week was the week that Hermione Granger, the smartest girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, would come undone.
Hermione plopped herself heavily into a seat across from Ron and Harry and immediately reached for toast. She then sat back and prepared to go into Buffy dream land for the day, but instead she was rudely interrupted by her neglected friends, "Hermione, are you okay? You haven't really uh, been yourself lately." Harry asked this with one of those concerned, where-here- because-we-love-you looks.
"I'm dandy," Hermione quipped back with a frown. She then returned to contemplate her toast, trying to remember if there were any references to toast in Buffy.
"Hermione, really. We want to know what's wrong. You didn't answer one question yesterday in Potions, I thought Snape was going to have a fit or something," Ron implored.
Hermione simply sighed impatiently, looked up at Ron and told him, to their disbelief, "There are more important things to think about than school. Don't you know at this moment that there is the greatest TV show ever being produced and that no one except me cares about it? You'd think that I'd gone mad or something, I told you on the way to school all about Buffy and what I think about it. So do leave me alone to think about something." And it was true, Hermione had told them all about Buffy, but they hadn't paid attention, it was so much more interesting to see what would happen if you spat out the window.
The bell soon rang with Ron and Harry dragging Hermione out of the Great Hall, who was still in great contemplation over the general role of food in Buffy. All the way to Care of Magical Creatures Ron and Harry questioned Hermione, bugged Hermione, made passes at Hermione and generally annoyed the absolute crap out of Hermione. So you could just imagine the state that she was in by the time their giant teacher Hagrid began to speak to the class.
With Ron and Harry decidedly ignoring Hermione for the time being, and Hermione decidedly being in a talkative mood, the rest of the class, which included both Gryffindor and Slytherin students, learnt about Hermione's everlasting love for Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The rest of the class was quick to also ignore Hermione because they had no idea what she was on about and didn't particularly wan to know. The Slytherins however, did take an interest and as soon as Hagrid was out of earshot the one and only Draco Malfoy approached the alone and vulnerable Hermione, "So, my little mudblood doesn't have any friends now. Would it have something to do with the fact that, oh, she doesn't do their homework for them anymore?"
Hermione took a page out of Buffy's book and kept a brave face going into danger, "Or maybe my little bouncing ferret that it has something to do with you approaching me. Your stench must have driven them off; I guess I must be the only one who can stomach such an inhuman stench."
The lesson took a form of Malfoy taunting Hermione, the Slytherins laughing and Hermione insulting back. At the end of class Hermione saw Hagrid motion to her to come and talk to him. When Hermione approached him she saw that his face was full of concern, "Hermione, are ye alright, ye seem a bit er, quiet."
"Nothing's wrong Hagrid, just got a lot to think about at the moment," Hermione paused, fishing around for a suitable excuse for her behaviour, "you know, beginning of a new year and all."
"Oh, okay then. Make sure ye keep on top of everything then." Hermione walked up to the castle with a strange sense of fore boding, a feeling that this week was not going to be her week.
The rest of the week went somewhat like that Monday with her fellow housemates ignoring her, which was actually fine with her, more time to think and fantasise about Buffy. But her teachers began to show concern, noticing that Hermione was not the same student that they had taught last year. Worst of all though, since Hermione was now a lone target she was now every Slytherin fifth year's punching bag.
Unfortunately for Hermione all this business culminated on Friday in a fateful double potions lesson.
A/N: Going to have to leave you there folks. I like to write when the words just flow, which is what they aren't doing at the moment, as you can see, this chapter is boring as hell. But I promise you that the next chap will be a whopper. You just gotta stick around for a little longer!