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.

Note: HP spoilers up to GOBLET OF FIRE. Though certain things from Order of the Phoenix MAY be mentioned, the death is NOT one of them.

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So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive

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Buffy was lying on her bed shielding her eyes with an arm. She had come to a conclusion that involved two things.

One: Willow was not coming back because she had probably gone off to make-out with the hot Spike look alike from her Psych class.

Two: she was going to kill said red head as soon as she got her horny ass back into the room.

Sighing loudly, Buffy sat up. "I hate her," she grumbled as someone knocked at the door. Closing her eyes, she answered, "You can come in if you have that headache potion. If not, I will have to kill you."

The door opened and Buffy saw someone poke their head through the door. A head with black hair, not red. Buffy groaned. "Damnit – I thought you were Willow."

Harry grinned and opened the door the rest of the way. "Well, I'm not Willow, but I do have something for headaches."

Buffy perked up. "Are you serious?"

Harry grinned and pulled a little vial out of his pocket. "Completely."

"You're a god. Come in and close the door."

Harry closed the door softly behind him and sat on the bed next to Buffy handing her the little vial of purplish liquid. Buffy eyed it suspiciously, her nose scrunching up. "Should I be sure this isn't poison?"

"It's perfectly harmless, I promise." Harry's eyes took on a lusty gleam. "And if not, you have my permission to punish me."

Buffy smiled wickedly. "Punish you, huh? Well, in that case, bottoms up." Buffy uncorked the vial and swallowed the potion in one gulp. She made a face and handed the vial back to Harry who put it on her nightstand.

"Ugh! That's disgusting!"

Harry laughed loudly and Buffy winced at the sound. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. She just groaned and threw herself backwards on the bed shielding her eyes again.

"So, where did Willow learn to make a potion from?" Harry asked nonchalantly, stating the question he'd been wondering about since Buffy mumbled the words "Willow" and "potion" in the same sentence.

"Oh, uh," Buffy searched her mind for a plausible excuse, not sure if Willow wanted this perfect (perfect is so the word we're looking for…) stranger to know about her involvement in Wicca over the past few years. "Well, back in high school, a teacher of ours was involved in witchcraft – nothing like black magic, but, like, ancient, ritualistic stuff, very powerful, and she taught Willow all about it. So, Willow started studying, and she's been experimenting on her potion making skills. She's pretty good at it – Giles says she'll be pretty powerful once she gets the hang of it."

"Does she use a wand?"

Buffy looked up at Harry to see if he was serious – he was. She laughed brightly, wincing a bit. "No – well, not to actually cast the spells. She says that stuff is only found in fairytales."

Well, that answers that question, Harry thought with a silent sigh if relief.

"What about you?" Buffy asked sitting up. "Where did you learn to make a potion?"

Harry panicked trying to come up with an excuse – and fast. "Oh – well – one of my professors at school was an…alchemist. He knew all these…alternatives to Mug – regular medicines that actually worked a lot faster and more efficiently. We had him for a…a Potions class, if you will, where we would learn how to make….potions, and their effects and – and such." He scratched at his arm nervously. Please say she bought it, oh please say she bought it, oh please say she bought it…

"That sounds so cool – I wish we had a Potions class," Buffy said wistfully.

Yes! Harry laughed. "Oh, not with Professor Snape. He hated most of his students, unless they were in his House."

Buffy cocked an eyebrow. "His…house?? Dare I ask what went on at that school?"

Shit. "No no no!" Harry said with a nervous laugh. "The school was split into four Houses. It was a…boarding school and when you showed up, you were put into one of the Houses and you lived with the same people while you were there. They…became your family in a sense."

"That sounds so awesome – why couldn't I have gone to your school? And are my shoulders supposed to be this stiff?"

As Buffy rolled her shoulders, Harry nodded. "Yes, that's one of the side effects – muscle cramps in the neck and shoulders, sometimes hot flashes."

"You couldn't tell me this before?" Buffy said a bit testily.

"Sorry." He flashed her a grin, the one that made Hermione's anger melt every time she saw it, and Buffy's frustration dissipated.

My God, he's cute. "It's okay." She smiled, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "But, you know, I think a massage is in order – after all, it is fair – you didn't tell me about the whole cramp thing."

Harry leered at her. "But of course."

Harry scooted back and Buffy sat in front of him between his outstretched legs. She closed her eyes as his hands gently worked at the knots, starting at her temples and working his way down to her neck and shoulders. When his hands began to slip to her lower back, Buffy's hands slipped up his thighs of their own accord.

Harry swallowed, having a feeling he knew where things were going. His hands were at her lower back and ended up slipping under her shirt. Buffy turned her head to look at him, their lips inches away from each other.

"How's the head?" Harry asked hoarsely.

"Pain's all gone," Buffy whispered before their lips met. The kiss was slow and teasing at first, but slowly grew into something more fiery, more passionate. Buffy reached to pull his shirt up over his head and he pulled away so she could.

Buffy was about to say something, but suddenly, his lips were at her neck and his hands were moving under the waistband of her pants, and the rest of the world fell away.

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Willow woke up to feel a light scratching at her back. She turned over and smiled. "Someone's happy," she commented, seeing the look on Draco's face.

Draco laughed. "Well, I just made love to one of the most beautiful women at this school, why wouldn't I be happy?"

Willow blushed but was smiling and leaned over to kiss Draco soundly on the lips when an alarm went off somewhere in the room. Draco groaned to go find the source of the noise, which turned out to be Harry's watch. Under it was a note.

Meet Giles at 10PM

The watch read 9:30.

"Shit!" he yelled, just to hear the same exclamation from the female behind him. He spun around.

"Sorry! I – I just realized I – I was supposed to meet someone a half hour ago and – and I need to go. Now," Willow said in a rush. She got up and started picking up her clothes, putting them on as she went along. Draco seemed to be doing the same, as they bumped into each other more then once in the hasty search for her bra and his boxers.

When Willow was finished getting dressed, she grabbed her sandals and gave Draco a quick kiss. "Maybe next time I won't have to leave so quickly."

Draco quirked an eyebrow. "Next time?"

Willow's face fell as she blushed and fumbled for words. "Well – that is to say – I mean, if you don't want – "

"Oh believe me, I want," Draco said, giving her a kiss on the neck. "I want very much."

Willow grinned and kissed him, long and hard, before pulling away. "I have to go."

"Right – me too." He kissed her once more before she rushed out the door, just to bump straight into Harry and Buffy, looking just as mussed and rushed as she and Draco. Buffy said a quick hello to Harry's roommate, kissed Harry just as quickly, and grabbed Willow's arm. The two rushed away, Willow putting on her shoes, Buffy tossing her hair up in a messy bun.

Harry kept the door open as he looked at the clock. "9:35 – Malfoy, you ready?"

"Unfortunately," he said closing the door behind him before commenting on Harry's state. "Looks like Potter had some fun with a certain little blonde," he said with a smirk.

Harry threw him a withering look before smiling. "Well, if my observations are correct, it looks like Malfoy had just as much fun with said blonde's best friend."

"Touché," Draco said as they walked briskly out the door.

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Buffy and Willow ran into Giles' house slamming the door behind them. It was 9:45. "Giles!" both girls yelled.

Giles approached them with a smug look on his face taking in their state of dress. "Rough day?"

Buffy glared as Willow blushed. "Sorry – running a bit late. Got carried away in who we were doing – what we were doing – I mean – Oh, never mind! Ignore me!" Willow said throwing herself down on the couch with a groan.

Buffy laughed at her friend and went over to the weapon's chest Giles kept in his hallway. She came back with two stakes and a cross. "I'm going to patrol for a while. I promise, I'll be safe and I will be back soon. But unfortunately, the baddies don't care who's coming over for dinner as long as they get theirs."

Giles sighed. "Alright, but be back soon Buffy."

"Give me a half hour to do a quick sweep and I'll be back. Promise." Buffy walked out the door and down the street. If she had been only a minute later, she would have run into Harry and Draco who were coming from the other direction.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and looked at Draco. "Ready?"

"Just knock Potter."

Harry glared and knocked twice. "I'll get it," they heard a female voice yell – a very familiar female voice.

Draco glanced at Harry. "No," he said.

"You don't think- " Harry started, but was cut off as the door opened revealing a very familiar, albeit shocking face.

"Hi, I'm –" Willow's face fell. "Oh no. Oh no," she said closing her eyes, hoping she was imagining things. When she opened them, she knew that she wasn't. "Giles!" she called behind her.

Giles approached her and said, "Ah yes – Willow Rosenberg, this is Harry Potter and – "

"Draco," she said sighing.

"Ah," Giles said, "So you know each other then?"

The three took one look at each other and a single word came out of all of their mouths, a single thought passing through their heads.

"Shit." So much for normal…