Title: Anything But Ordinary

Author: Jacy (rememberingnyc2001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Buffy/Harry; Willow/Draco

Genre: BtVS/Harry Potter

Rated: PG-13

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the goddess J.K Rowling. Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon...and I own the keyboard.  Story title and any lyrics taken from "Anything but Ordinary" by Avril Lavigne.

Distribution: Ask and you shall receive :)

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A/N: Another WiP by yours truly. Probably won't be any longer then 10 chapters (probably being the operative word here...) This takes place in the fourth season after "The I in Team" - Buffy was with Riley for a while, but when Walsh tried to kill her, she broke up with him because he was in on the whole thing – he was helping Walsh try to get Buffy killed. Harry and Draco are in their first year out of Hogwarts.

~**~

Let down your defenses
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
that this world is a beautiful
accident turbulent succulent
opulent permanent, no way
I wanna taste it
Don't wanna waste it away

~**~

Draco was sitting on his bed when Harry walked into the room. He was leaning casually against the headboard with his legs straight out in front of him, throwing a rememberall back and forth between his hands. Draco too one look at the smile on Harry's face and shook his head. "You met someone already didn't you?"

Harry tossed his sweater on the bed before sitting down on the desk chair. It swiveled around and he slipped, almost falling off. Draco snorted and Harry glared at him. "I haven't met someone – what ever gave you that idea?"

"Because you have that smiled glued to your face like you just found God's gift to mankind – it's the 'Potter's found a girl' face we've all come to know and hate."

"Potter's found a girl face? I didn't know you paid that much attention to me Malfoy."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."

Harry just sighed. "If we're going to be here a while, I might as well have some fun. My God Malfoy, stop being so rational and just lay off a bit."

"Potter, you should be one to preach about 'laying off and seeing the pretty world' and all that jazz."

Harry threw his hands in the air. "I don't know why I even bother with you Malfoy."

"Neither do I."

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Willow yanked Buffy's arm around the corner and the two walked arm in arm giggling madly. Willow waited until they arrived at their dorm room to ask the question that had been brewing. "Okay, so who was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy Voiced?"

"Willow!" Buffy squealed throwing a pillow at the redhead.

Willow laughed hugging the pillow to her chest. "Seriously, who was he? He is one huge hunk of hotness."

Buffy smiled and winked. "That he is. His name is Harry. He's an exchange student from London. Said he just transferred here."

"From London? What's a guy like that doing in a place like this?"

"Heck if I know, but – wow, am I glad he picked Sunnyhell U…"

"So are you going to go after him?" Willow wiggled her eyebrows suggestively throwing the pillow back at Buffy.

Buffy swatted the pillow out of the way. "What about you Ms. I-see-something-you-don't-see. You weren't exactly hiding your attraction to mini-Spike."

"He is not mini-Spike!" Willow huffed indignantly. Buffy arched an eyebrow and she relented, "Well maybe just a little. But – this guy is human – and hello, major hotness."

"And normal." Buffy added.

"All rolled into one!" Willow paused, having a sudden desire to break out into song. She suppressed the urge to belt out Meredith Brooks and continued, "So, do you think I should, you know, hit on him or something feisty like that?"

"Me-ow – Look at you. You're all giggly and flirty – my god." Buffy said, suddenly serious.

"What?" Willow asked, scared. "What?!"

Buffy turned to her and swallowed. "You're turning into me."

"Heaven forbid! One Buffy is enough in this world."

Buffy gaped at her and threw the pillow, "Witch!"

"Quitter!" Willow threw the pillow back.

"Freak!"

"Slayer!" The two continued hitting each other with pillows before dissolving into a fit of mad laughter on the floor.

~**~

Willow was one of the first people in class the next day. Riley eyed her with unhidden contempt. Willow scowled and went to find a seat near the back of the room. Maybe if I close my eyes and wish real hard, Captain Cardboard will go away. She opened one eye and sighed. Damnit. Maybe I should take Buffy's advice and drop the class – but I need it for my major and – "Damnit all to hell," Willow grumbled aloud.

"What's this about damning things to hell? Not something you'd want to do, I can assure you."

Willow looked up and saw two silver eyes glittering in amusement. "And what would you know about it Mr…"

"Draco Malfoy. And you are?"

"Willow Rosenberg. So, please – sit down tell me all about how much you know about sending the world to hell."

"Are you sure you really want me to sit down or are you just looking for an excuse to sit next to me?"

Willow shrugged. "That all depends – what do you want me to be asking?" She asked, sitting back in the chair and crossing her arms over her chest.

Draco smirked his infamous Slytherin Prince smirk. "We'll have to see," he said after a few moments and sat down next to her. Willow was successfully hiding her excitement. On the outside, she was calm and collected, flirty but not desperate.

On the inside, however, she was a giggly, screaming little schoolgirl who could not believe that the hottest guy in the room was talking to her.

Willow involuntarily smirked. Take that Oz. She nodded to herself and turned back to Draco, who was regarding her with interest.

"What are you so happy about all of a sudden?" Draco asked tapping his fingers on the desk.

"Oh nothing. I was just thinking about how this class finally looks interesting." Her voice dropped a little. "In more ways then one."

"A woman after my own heart," he said leering at her.

Willow just laughed. You can have my heart and anything else you want you sexy Englishman you. Willow turned her attention back to Draco. I wonder how Buffy's doing…

~**~

Buffy walked into her new English class and handed a note from her RA to the teacher, a Professor something or other – Buffy surreptitiously glanced at her schedule – Lupin.

The Professor read the note and looked up at Buffy smiling. "Ah yes, Ms. Summers. You seem to have come at an…interesting time, but it seems they've placed you in the wrong course."

Buffy's face fell. "What do you mean?"

"Well, this is a course studying…myth and magic, if you will. It qualifies as an English credit, as we will be reading certain books that can be considered…literature. Basically, this is a study of different types of myths – ancient and supernatural. You seem to have come at an interesting time. We're studying the belief of vampires in different cultures at the moment."

Buffy almost sputtered, but suppressed the urge to scream in frustration. "Vampires?" She asked weakly.

"Yes, yes – strictly fiction of course." Professor Lupin winked at her knowingly.

Buffy shook her head and said to herself, "Vampires…why does it have to be vampires…" while going off to find a seat. She looked around the room but was pulled out of the daze she was in by a familiar face in the back of the room. "Harry?"

Harry looked up from the letter he was writing and smiled. "Buffy. I didn't know you were in this class."

"I wasn't. I just came in today. I had some problems in my Psych class so I had to change my whole schedule around. But that's okay – no more homicidal Walsh for me, nope, nope."

Harry chuckled. "I take it you don't like her very much."

"Understatement of the century." Buffy nodded towards the front of the room as she sat down. "What's up with the professor?"

Harry smiled widely. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know; he just seems sort of…abnormally into all this stuff."

"You have no idea." Harry said, memories of third year Defense Against the Dark Arts coming into his mind.

Buffy shook her head. "Reminds me waaay to much of Giles."

Harry's head snapped up. "Giles?"

Buffy's eyes darted around as if she had said too much. "Yeah the – the librarian at my old high school. My friends and I hung out there a lot – weird English guy – no offense to you of course." She said sweetly.

Harry's face softened. He was just her school librarian – relax. "None taken." He looked at her and she smiled moving a bit closer to him.

Lupin chuckled to himself as he watched Harry and Buffy flirt mercilessly in the back of the room. The Boy Who Lived and the Girl Who Died. Oh, Sirius is just going to love this.