The Dragon and The Slayer

A/N: This is a BtVS/HP crossover. I do not own the show, the movie or the books and do not take any credit for the concepts of them. No profit is being made from this crusty lil fic!

Okay people here's the first chapter revised version! Thanks to those who reviewed! It makes me want to write more! Also writing in Italics mean it's a flashback.

"Passion, it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting and though unwanted unbidden it will stir. Open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we would know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow, empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd truly be dead." ~ Angel

There was an uncomfortable tug at my navel, the distinctly unpleasant sensation of shifting surroundings and my subsequent state of unbalance. The blonde and exceptionally gorgeous guy/wizard wrapped his arms around me to prevent me from falling on my ass. All of this was as result of touching the shinny silver necklace said blonde guy/wizard offered me. So really it's his fault and hitting him really isn't uncalled for.

"Ouch!" Draco rubbed his arm and pouted petulantly at me. I know I still looked pale and tired but a week of living in the company of Draco Malfoy would cause anyone to resort to violence

"You couldn't have warned me?" I glared at him whilst still clutching his arm to steady myself.

"Now where's the fun in that, pet?"

I winced at the painful familiarity of the word. Spike. He sounded just like Spike. Draco Malfoy had an uncanny resemblance to the former bleached Vampire, from his silver blonde locks to his black boots. He talked, walked and even swore like him. He even had that unconscious predatory grace that I had always envied. I was finding myself undeniably drawn to this living, breathing Spike-a-like.

Draco, noticing my reaction, led me gently towards the castle. I know he was worried about me. He'd noticed I wasn't eating or sleeping and I know he suspected that it was because of nightmares. He knew that I never cried and I won't talk about what had happened. All in all he was pretty much perceptive guy/wizard. I was thankful that he didn't push the issue. He was waiting until I was ready to talk but at the stage he'll probably be waiting for quite sometime. Like eternity.

"Come on luv. Let's get you settled in." Snapping out of my reverie I looked up and caught my first glance of Hogwarts and stopped short.

"Oh. It's…it's gorgeous." I breathed softly. I could feel the magic in the air and it welcomed me. It wasn't anything like the magic from the Hellmouth. This was so different. It felt clean, fresh and invigorating. I let it wash over me and take away all of my worries, pains and hurts. It felt like coming home and for the first time in a long while I gave a genuine smile.

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I grinned at the tiny Slayers reaction to Hogwarts knowing exactly how she felt. The feelings that Hogwarts inspired was such an intrinsic part of it's magic that anyone with magical abilities couldn't help but feel it. Especially those who held magic within them not those who drew it from the earth or other sources. And whatever else the Slayer was she was also a magical creature.

It was the first time something had caused such a reaction from her. For most part she wandered aimlessly. Nothing seemed to penetrate. The only thing she would react to at all was my teasing. Only then because it reminded her of some Spike person. She mentioned him the first time we met.

Standing abruptly and turning from the graves, Buffy caught sight of a young man watching her. He seemed to be in deep thought, analysing her. A detached part of her mind noted how gorgeous he was. But another more prominent part of her mind noticed his striking resemblance to Spike. He had longish sliver blonde hair that hung loosely framing his pale face that was all sharp angles. He even had the same high cheekbones as Spike. He had a slim, athletic build and Buffy could see his well-defined muscles. He was taller than Spike though, at least 6 foot. He wore a black silk shirt over a tight black wifebeater, well-worn black jeans, heavy black combat boots and a black ¾ length jacket. He pretty much had Spike's dress sense as well.

The only thing that kept her from sprinting to him and flinging her arms around him were the deep penetrating silver eyes, not the same bright twinkling blue eyes of her Vampire. Cautiously she watched him approach her. He sauntered over, with the same swagger, arrogance and grace she had learned to associate with Spike. She stood deathly still as he stopped directly in front of her. Smirk in place, he spoke and she nearly died.

"Hello Slayer."

Same deep voice. Silky smooth, yet somehow different. She let the familiarity of it wash over her realising his accent was much too refined to be the same as Spike's. He sounded more like Giles or Wesley maybe.

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Trance like and unaware of what she was doing, Draco held his breath as the tiny woman raised her hand to his cheek. Fingers mere millimetres away she seemed to come back to herself and quickly jerked her hand back to her chest where she cradled it gently. Tears welled up in her eyes, but refused to fall, giving her dull hazel eyes momentary luminesce.

"Spike?" Her voice was rough with disuse but the questioning in her tone was clear.

"Spike" She repeated before throwing herself at the bewildered young man and nestling her head under his chin. She snuggled deeper in to his jacket as his arms automatically wrapped around the distraught girl.

"What's that luv?" He finally managed to get out in his shock. Nuzzling her soft blonde locks he inhaled the scent of Vanilla. "My name's Draco, sweet. I don't know this Spike character but why don't you tell me about him? He must be handsome devil if you think he looks like me."

Startled slightly she pulled away from his embrace looking him straight in the eyes. She looked a little suspicious and a lot confused.

"No. You're not Spike." She finally said softly. "But can you be? Just for a little while?" Her pleading eyes looked up at him and Draco thought he'd melt. He knew at that exact moment that he would do anything for the petit blonde in his arms.

"Anything you want, just tell me what you want."

"Hold me? And call me one of your pet names."

"Like what luv?" He asked as he tightened his arms around her.

"Like that. Luv, bint, chit, pet, Slayer." There was a brief pause during which she noticed his eyebrows were around the vacinity of his hairline before she spoke again. "Buffy. Call me Buffy."

"Buffy." He murmured softly against her ear.

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A/N: Well what do you think? Please review! Next part will explain how Draco convinced Buffy to go to Hogwarts so stay tuned!