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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Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please

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Willow and Draco stared at each other for a long while. No one said a word until they heard a pop, followed by a voice saying, "Ah, so – judging from the look on your faces, introductions have been made."

Giles couldn't help but smirk. "Yes they have – hello Remus, Sirius."

"Rupert – nice to see you. Close your mouths boys, you look like dead fish standing there like that," Sirius said clapping Harry on the back.

"Why don't we go inside and talk for a bit until Buffy gets back," Giles said ushering the four men through the door.

Harry finally regained the power of speech. "Buffy? As in Buffy Summers? Please tell me we're not talking about the same person…"

Remus couldn't help but laugh. "Harry – you are. Buffy is the slayer and Willow is that wandless witch I was telling you about?"

"Me?" Willow said, her voice unusually high and chirpy. "You – you talked about me? But – um – why? I'm – I'm just the sidekick with the computer and the books and – and the research and stuff. My – my witchcraft level goes as far as floating a pencil."

"What's this about Willow only knowing how to float a pencil, because I recall almost marrying Spike thanks to a love spell gone wrong in my own bath….room…" Buffy stopped talking as she noticed Harry, Draco, her English professor, as well as someone she didn't recognize standing and just staring at her. "Harry – what, what are you doing here?"

"Buffy?" Willow stood up, "Um – you know those wizards we were supposed to meet today well – um – hi these are, uh, them."

Buffy just stared at Harry and Draco. "You're the wizards? Of course you are – it would make sense wouldn't it? Two English guys show up at Sunnydale University and two English wizards are supposed to meet the slayer and help me with the slaying. The more I think about it, the more sense it makes." Buffy sat down on the couch leaning her chin on her elbows.

Harry followed suit and sat down next to her, but could tell she just wanted to be left alone. Willow and Draco stayed standing.

"Buffy, Willow, this is Sirius Black. He's the person that sent Harry and Draco here. He wanted to talk to you about – uh – what exactly they'd be helping you with."

"Sure," Buffy said with a sigh.

As the rest of the people in the room droned on, Buffy let herself stare off into space, answering questions when asked quickly with the shortest answers possible. It was midnight before the talking ceased and the room was left silent, save for the whispering coming from Willow and Draco.

"Well, I suppose it's settled then. Starting tomorrow night, Harry and Draco will follow Buffy and Willow on patrol and help them out when possible, get a feel for how things usually go. Sirius, if you don't want to apparate all the way back to England – "

"No thanks Rupert – got a spare couch at Remus' waiting for me. Draco, Harry – you heading back to the dorms?" Sirius said standing.

"I think so – Willow, are you – "

"Yes," Willow said cutting him off. "I, I mean – yes. I'll head back too. Buffy, you coming?"

Buffy shook her head. "No, you three go on ahead. I'm going to sweep through town again. I didn't get very far earlier. It was nice meeting you Sirius," she said standing. "Goodnight." Buffy walked out the door and Harry followed her with his eyes wondering whether or not he should follow.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Honestly Potter, follow her if you want to that badly. Besides, I want a little alone time with Willow to – "

"Draco!"

"Talk! To talk! Honestly woman, where is your brain?"

"In the gutter apparently, right next to yours."

Draco glared as Sirius laughed and guided a smiling Willow out the door. He slammed it with a flourish, Sirius still laughing behind him. Harry followed him out.

When the door closed, Sirius turned to Remus. "Ten galleons says that my godson comes back with a black eye."

Remus smiled. "You're on."

They shook hands as Giles rolled his eyes mumbling, "You're about to lose your money Sirius."

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Buffy was sitting on one of the headstones swinging her legs back and forth when Harry finally caught up with her. "Buffy?" he called, seeing her sitting with her eyes closed.

Buffy opened her eyes and smiled lightly when she saw Harry. "So – was Potions a required course in your school? Or were you just pulling my leg about your professor being an alchemist?"

Harry grinned and leaned on the headstone next to her. "No leg pulling. Snape was a Potions master – he taught the class the entire time we were at Hogwarts, but everyone knew it was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class he really wanted to teach."

Buffy nodded. "I figured as much." She went silent after that and Harry watched as she sat there silently looking up at the sky but keeping her attention focused on her surroundings. He noticed that she looked troubled and deep in thought.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked and Buffy sighed, laughing a bit – the laughing threw him a little off balance.

"Harry, I like you. I mean really, really, full-blown, giggling, blushing school-girl crush like you. And, I mean – it's great that you're a wizard and all but…" Her voice trailed off.

"But you were hoping that I would be normal?" He finished for her and Buffy looked at him.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm sure you weren't bouncing off the walls at the thought of me being the abnormal person that I am, but –"

"Actually, I was kind of happy about it."

Buffy just blinked. "What?"

"Well, think about it – wouldn't it be nice to have someone in your life who you can be truthful with? Someone who you won't have to hide your identity from? Maybe even someone who can identify with you?"

Buffy bit her lip. "I mean, it's nice and all, don't get me wrong, but the last few times my boyfriends have known about me being the slayer, it ended with them trying to kill me."

"Metaphorically speaking?" Harry asked afraid of the answer.

Buffy shook her head. "Literally speaking."

Harry stepped off of the headstone and walked over to her. "Well, I'm not going to try to kill you."

"No, but he might," Buffy said jumping off of the headstone and ducking under Harry's arm to punch a vampire that had snuck up behind him. Harry spun around just as Buffy was knocked to the ground.

"You alright?" he called, just as she swung her legs up and kicked the vampire to the floor, driving her stake home.

Buffy brushed her hands off and stood up. "Fine, but thanks for the help." Harry was just staring at her and she grinned. "What? You act like you've never seen a girl kick ass before."

"Not like that I haven't that…that was amazing."

Buffy shrugged. "Well, I have been doing this for over four years, so I do have some experience but…" She stopped. "Amazing did you say?"

Harry grinned. "Perfectly amazing," he said slipping his arms around her waist.

Buffy smiled. "I like perfect," she said as he leaned down to kiss her. "And I definitely like you."

Harry kissed her again. "Feeling's mutual."

From a distance, two men watched Harry and Buffy kiss, one smiling, the other trying to talk his way out of a ten galleon bet he just lost.