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!

Opps I forgot I already had this chapter…my bad! New chapter as soon as I get over this horrid writers block!

"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

Draco silently led her to the room she would be staying in, which was an extension from Draco's own room. He seemed unusually pensive since they had arrived at Hogwarts. When he led her down in to the dungeons and stooped at a painting of a young girl holding a stake she looked at him curiously.

"She was a Slayer." It was a statement not a question.

"Her name is Lyra."

"Is?"

"That's right is. My name is Lyra. I was a Slayer in the 20's." The painting talked. Buffy glared at Draco as he laughed at her shock.

"All of the paintings in the magic world move and talk." He explained gently, amusement clear in his voice.

"They give me a wiggins." Lyra looked slightly offended.

After composing himself, Draco explained, "Lyra's painting conceals the entrance your room. You have to give her a password. Go ahead, choose one."

"Scoobies forever."

The painting glowed briefly before it swung open to reveal a narrow passageway. The walls were made of smooth grey stone. Draco tugged insistently at her sleeve, so she allowed him to drag her through the passage. At the end it opened in to a medium sized room. The room was beautifully furnished. It was obviouly designed to be dark and foreboding but Buffy found it comforting. There was an old fashioned wood fireplace with a fur rug lying in front of it and two comfy looking chairs on each side. There was also a soft looking lounge positioned off to one side and an old fashioned desk on the other. All of the furniture was dark coloured.

There were two door ways leading to what she presumed to be bedrooms, and another one leading to what she hoped was a bathroom. Draco had already explained that she would be sharing a room with him. But she hadn't known his room was more like an apartment. He gestured to the door on the left, "That one's your room and," nodding in the direction of the bathroom, "That's our own private bathroom. There's a few here and there, for the prefects and the like, but none of them are as good as this one. Of course it's not as big but it's far nicer."

She was vaguely aware of his babbling, something she would have teased him about had she not been stunned speechless by the sheer beauty of her room. There was a large queen sized four poster bed in the middle. It was made from some dark looking expensive wood. Mahogany, she guessed. There were elegant velvet curtains around it and she noted the sheets were black silk. There was a huge window on one side with drapes to match the curtains around the bed. On the other side there was a large wardrobe and matching chest of draws with a vanity mirror above it.

"Good gracious dear! You are much to skinny! March yourself down to the kitchen's and have the house elf's make you something to eat at once."

"It talked! The mirror talked! And it LOOKS and SOUNDS just like me! We need to research, it could be some demon mirror trying to suck us in to another dimension!"

Draco chuckled quietly to himself as Buffy freaked over the talking mirror. He had mentioned several times already that she was underweight and to have her reflection tell her the same thing was extremely amusing.

"Buffy, sweet, it's an enchanted mirror."

"Well duh! That's what I've been saying!"

"No you silly bint, it's like the paintings! It's not a demon mirror. It's not gonna suck you in to a hell dimension. It's perfectly normal."

"Oh."

" Listen pet, I have to go, there's a meeting that requires my presence. I'll be back a little later on. You can unpack and settle in. Feel free to go exploring if you want." He called over his shoulder as he left Buffy alone in her room.

After unpacking her few belongings, which consisted of her clothes, toiletries, a few personal affects, photos and a few items to remember her friends by, Buffy wandered back down the secret passage and went to explore Hogwarts.

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Draco sat in Albus Dumbledore's office, waiting for Potter to arrive. After the defeat of Voldemort, they had put aside their differences. They still weren't friends and Draco was sure they never would be, but at least now they weren't constantly at one and others throats. They understood each other now.

Soft voices alerted him to Potter's arrival. Standing, Draco offered his hand, which Potter accepted.

"Potter."

"Malfoy."

Draco winced at then mention of his last name. Belatedly Harry realised his mistake and sent an apologetic glance towards the blonde.

"I'd rather you call me 'Ferret-boy' or something. Anything but that!" He all but spat out the last word, disgust and self-hatred dripping from his voice.

"I'm sor…sure thing Draco." Quickly recovering from his slip, Harry made his point without saying sorry. He knew how Draco hated pity.

"Well then boys, let us begin. We have much to discuss and not much time in which to do it. I'm aware that Harry has to be back at the Ministry soon and Draco has a young charge to care for. Speaking of, let us address the first concern which just happens to be the young woman that was left in Draco's care by a former student here and…"

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Buffy wandered the halls of Hogwarts aimlessly. They were slightly dark as it was getting late out and there were few windows and even fewer…fire stand thingies, but she didn't mind. She preferred the dark, always had and always would. It was probably the hunter in her.

Coming across a door she stoped to listen. She could feel strange vibes coming from inside. Since meeting Draco she learnt that she could sense magic. Depending on the nature of the magic, the feelings she got could be pleasant for pure, white magic to painful for dark, evil magic. The feelings she got were different for different magic. Since every witch or wizard was different it meant their magic was different too. So was also able to get feelings from magical objects. The feelings she was getting now were distinctly uncomfortable. Unable to contain her curiosity she tried to open the door. It was locked. Undeterred she simply used her superior strength to break the lock. Obstacle over come she silently slipped in to the dark and rather dusty room.

Letting her eyes adjust to the light, or lack of it, she scanned around for the source of her discomfort. The only object of importance that she could see was an only dusty mirror. Moving closer she could tell that the feeling that she was getting was definitely coming from the mirror; it was full length and had some sort of writing around the top of it. Cautiously she peered it to its murky depths. There was nothing. Just her reflection, it didn't even talk to her like the one in her room.

Staring intently at the mirror, she willed it to do something. Startled, she leapt back when the mirror's surface changed. Horrified at what the mirror showed her she fled from the room leaving the door wide open for anyone to wander in and see what the mirror had shown her. That is…if they could see what her heart desires most.

A/N: I seriously don't know what she saw! Any one got any ideas feel free to share them with me as my muse is being unco-operative and won't tell me what he thinks!