Title: Anything But Ordinary
Author: Jacy (rememberingnyc2001@y...)
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 :)
Feedback: PLEASE!!
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. Willow was never with Tara, she's still kinda-sorta pining over Oz. Xander has decided to go to college with Anya in New York.

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Laura whose review made me laugh hysterically – yes, I am evil and I'll shut up now :p

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Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby

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Draco turned around to face the person who has just popped in - literally.

"What are you two doing here?!" A very upset Remus Lupin yelled. "Have you gone completely out of your mind?" He grabbed the shoulder of Harry's shirt and pushed him along. "Let's get out of here. Now."

"But Remus I –"

"Don't you 'but Remus' me Harry James Potter. I'll explain once we get out of this cemetery."

The three walked in silence until they reached the street. Harry finally broke the quiet. "We were only watching."

"Yes, because hiding in the bushes while the slayer is on patrol is an amazing idea," Remus said, sarcasm dripping from his
words. "She's not the most harmless thing in the world - and neither are the things she's been killing for the past four years. I don't mean to lecture you-"

"But you're going to do it anyway," Draco grumbled.

"But," Remus continued as if he hadn't heard him, "you need to be more careful. Stay out of her way until you meet her formally."

"And when will that be?" Draco asked sarcastically, crossing his arms.

"Tomorrow night actually. Sirius owled me this afternoon. He arranged for the two of you to meet at Mr. Giles' house with the slayer and a friend of hers, a..." Remus searched for the right words, "...a wandless witch, if you will. Very powerful. Even closed the Hellmouth once."

"Really?" Harry said shocked. He'd heard of a witch powerful enough to close the Hellmouth, but he had no idea that she was a wandless witch, or that she was friends with the slayer.

May wonders never cease.

"Yes, I think you'll both be quite surprised by the two of them," Remus said, a twinkle in his eye.

"Surprised how?" Draco asked skeptically.

"Nothing, nothing at all - forget I said anything. Well - I best be off. I'll see you two tomorrow night." Remus gave a little wave before disapparating with a pop.

"That man really bothers me sometimes," Draco said shaking his head and glaring.

"Who doesn't bother you Malfoy?" Harry asked sullenly as they started to walk away.

"My mother doesn't bother me."

"Oh, so you're saying you're a mama's boy now?"

"Watch it Potter, or I'll hex you from here to next week."

"Empty threats," Harry said with a sigh.

"Just give me a reason and you'll have legs where your head should be."

"Yes, because I've never heard that before."

Draco looked at Harry and glared. "Fuck you Potter."

"I'd really rather not."

Draco rolled his eyes and pushed open the door to their dorm. They didn't see two other people sneaking back into Stevenson Hall right next door.

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Buffy awoke the next morning with a raging headache. She had no idea what had caused it – she definitely hadn't drank anything the night before with any trace of alcohol, nor had she binged on any junk-ridden food.

But she had gotten back at five AM leaving her with only three hours sleep for the ninth night in a row…yeah, that did it. Buffy groaned at the realization that she should probably start getting more sleep-time in if she wanted to be at least remotely coherent during the day. She went to her desk and swallowed three Advil hoping they would ease her pain. She lay down and closed her eyes waiting for the pain to subside.

"Morning!" Willow said in an uber-cheery voice that made Buffy cringe. Willow took one look at her friend and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Head. Pain. Ow…Can't…focus…need…more Advil," Buffy sat up shielding her eyes.

"Migraine?" Willow asked tugging on a pair of jeans.

"Ugh..." Buffy said while she hobbled over to the closet to pick out a change of clothes, "Yeah. I'll have to suffer through the day with a pounding headache that makes any sound seem like it's blasting as loud as the music at the Bronze."

"Ouch. Hey – why don't you stay in bed and rest for today? I can go to your classes and get your work for you and maybe go to the Magic Box and see if I can buy some ingredients to whip up a pain killing potion or – or something. How about it?"

Buffy teetered back to bed and fell back against the pillows. "That would be fantastic Wills. Thanks. I'm just going to sleep the day away and dream of kissing Harry again-"

"Again?!" Willow shouted and Buffy cringed.

"Ow. Head. Ache. Too loud."

"Sorry, but – again? When did this happen and why was I not informed? As the best friend I demand an explanation – and details of the uber-detailed kind. So spill. Now. Or I won't get you your pain killers."

Buffy glowered at her. "You're evil."

Willow grinned. "I try. Spill. Now."

"Yesterday. We had dinner together and when I left to go to Giles' house, he followed me out. He walked me to the street and he kissed me goodbye."

"Was it any good?"

"Willow! It was a peck!" Buffy said shocked.

Willow giggled. "So? A peck still means sparks. So were there any – sparks I mean?"

Buffy smiled dreamily. "The fireworks were definitely sparkling."

Willow squealed and sent an apologetic look toward Buffy as her friend flinched. "I have to meet this guy – okay, so tall, dark, and British. And you have English with him, yes?"

"Yeah, his name is Harry. Why? Willow – don't make a fool out of me."

"Oh, I won't," Willow said as she got up and went to the door. She grinned. "Much. Have a good day Buffy!" She slammed the door before the pillow Buffy threw at her hit her in the face.

Buffy groaned and threw herself back down. Closing her eyes, she said, "This day cannot get any worse."

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Willow walked into English 237 biting her lip. She glanced around the room looking for anyone who would fit the description that Buffy had provided her with. The short glance she had caught of him in the hallway a few days prior made it a little easier to recognize him, but she wasn't having any luck so far.

Willow adjusted her books in her arms and glanced once more around the room.

"Looking for someone?"

Willow whipped around startled. The man who had just spoken to her chuckled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, it's fine. I'm just looking for someone."

"Maybe I can help – I'm Professor Lupin," the man said sticking out his hand.

Willow adjusted her books to free her right hand. "Willow Rosenberg. \This is going to sound a bit strange, but I'm looking for someone I haven't actually met – a Harry…something or other. He's a friend of one of your students, Buffy Summers."

"Ah yes," Remus said with a twinkle in his eye. The girl that Harry has gone and fallen for. "Ms. Summers – where is she today?"

"Sick. She woke up with a terrible headache this morning. She asked me to get her assignments. I just wanted to ask Harry is he wouldn't mind dropping by our room and giving them to her since I have a class after this."

Remus understood her motives and almost chuckled at the thought of this girl playing matchmaker. He cleared his throat. "Of course, he's sitting in the back by the window. Next to the empty seat."

Willow arched an eyebrow and nodded. "Thank you." Willow gave Professor Lupin a smile and walked to the back of the room. She wasn't quite sure how to go about doing this, so she took a deep breath and said, "Harry?"

Harry looked up and blinked. A girl with red hair and green eyes greeted him. Not an unpleasant sight by any means, although he was hoping to see someone else. "Yes. Do I know you?"

"Oh!" Willow said, a bit flustered, "No, my name's Willow. I'm a friend of Buffy's."

Willow noticed that Harry's eyes lit up at the mention on Buffy's name. "Yes – where is she?"

"She's sick. Actually, she asked me to talk to you about swinging by her room and dropping off her assignments because she's feeling pretty low. I have a class after this or else I would do it myself. But, if it's any trouble – "

"No! No trouble at all!" Harry said a bit too fast. Willow arched her eyebrow and smirked. Harry blushed. "Er – I mean – no, its fine. What's her room number?"

"413, Stevenson Hall," Willow said cheerfully. "Thanks Harry. Nice meeting you!" Willow said a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Yeah…you too," Harry said dumbfounded.

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Willow bounded into Psych fifteen minutes late. She didn't even bother apologizing, just went to her seat in the back of the room next to Draco. They always sat in the back corner where no one would see or hear them talking.

"What took you so long? If I had to listen to that woman drone on any longer about mood disorders…" Draco shuddered.

Willow giggled a bit and Draco noticed how she sounded somewhat like tinkling bells when she laughed. "I had to go to Buffy's English class and ask one of her friends for a favor. She's sick and she needed her assignments." Willow looked at Draco's face, which was somewhat drawn. "What?"

"This friend didn't happen to have bulging eyes, dorky glasses, and a bloody scar on his forehead did he?"

Willow pouted. "I thought he was cute."

Draco snorted. "Scarhead? Cute? There's one I haven't heard in a while, not since that Mug-"

"Mug?" Willow asked confused.

"Umm- girl. I-I meant girl," Draco said while he mentally slapped himself. Smooth one there Malfoy, real smooth.

"Right," Willow said uneasily before settling back in her chair and trying to pay attention, but found the feeling of her leg brushing against Draco's highly distracting. She tried to ignore the impulse to kiss him right then and there, but finally gave into her feelings by nonchalantly placing her hand on his thigh. Draco looked down and then at her face, but she was calm and collected.

Draco smirked. Two can play that game. He put his arm around her shoulders and rubbed his fingers up and down her arm. Willow tried to ignore the tingling feelings that were rising to the surface of her skin by looking at his face, but she found her gaze was drawn to his lips, full and oh so kissable…

By the end of class, Willow was going insane. If she didn't kiss him soon, she was going to go mad.

Draco turned to her and smirked. He knew very well the effect he was having on the girl and was loathe to admit he was having a similar inner argument as well. "Would you-"

"Do you wanna make out?" Willow blurted out suddenly.

Draco stood up, smiling triumphantly. "I thought you'd never ask." He grabbed her hand and practically yanked her through the hallways to his room. He shut the door with a loud slam before his lips descended on hers.

After wanting him for the past hour, Willow was more then ready to jump right in and met his kiss with fervor. She felt so hot and god, whatever he was doing with his tongue felt good and whoa – where are his hands going? Oh screw it, if I'm going to make a mistake, I might as well make it count.

Draco felt her hands slide under his shirt and he inwardly shook himself. What are you doing?! You just met her and she's a Muggle woman, and you are going to regret this later. Pull it together Malfoy!

Pull it together Rosenberg!

But no matter what the mental tirade, neither of them actually wanted to stop.

Draco's hands slid under her shirt and Willow mentally shrugged, reminding herself to apologize profusely to Buffy later on. So much for that headache potion…