Once again, loadsa apologies for the delays (always have a bloody excuse don't I?!) This time it's starting uni. I'm telling you, hours of Law lectures seriously kill any creativity!!
I better just add that I don't own Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams. If you haven't read it don't worry, but I strongly recommend it, it's a hilarious book!
Extra special thanks to WychFire for the entire paragraphs he's written for this ch, when I've been so exhausted by lectures.
And an added plea for reviews of this ch, it's by far the longest I've written and it's actually my favourite, so I really, really want to hear what you all think.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, Harry declaring his love for Draco, aw, bless! Place your bets now as to how Draco's going to react...
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"Because I'm falling in love with you."
Draco took a step backwards, stunned. "What?"
"I'm falling in love with you." Harry repeated cautiously, glad he hadn't been punched for his admission, but also wary of a delayed reaction. Draco blinked; opening and closing his mouth a couple of times before finding his voice.
"That's impossible."
"Why?"
"Because you can't be in love with me. You just can't."
"Why not?" Harry was confused. "What's not to love about you?"
"I told you, I'm dirty, you can't love me, I'm dirty, I'll make you dirty and you can't be dirty, because you're good and if I taint you then that makes me worse than I already am," Draco was shouting, tears threatening to spill over his face.
"Draco what happened? Why are you being like this?" Harry pleaded. "What do you mean 'you're dirty'?"
"I thought I already told you once that I don't need your pity." Draco's face was set with pain and anger, his voice petulant as a child.
"Why would I pity you?" Harry's voice was suddenly wary, filled with trepidation. Draco simply shook his head and began to back out of the room.
"Just leave me alone, you can't help me."
Harry took a step towards Draco, only to be stopped by him shaking his head again. "Please just leave me alone." With that he turned and left, trembling slightly, leaving Harry with his worries and fears.
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Draco stormed down the corridor, ignoring the whispers and stares from students, scuttling away from his fierce expression. Even Professor Flitwick squeaked nervously, pressing himself into the wall to avoid being trampled. Draco simply kept walking, lost in his own thoughts, when a hand reached out and stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Well, well, what do we have here then?" the British accent drawled. The smell of nicotine and tar was pungent in Draco's face as Spike inhaled deeply from his cigarette. The blonde vampire cocked his head to one side, inspecting the burnt ash, before flicking the remains onto a passing Hufflepuff. "I take it things went less than well at Daddy's." He shrugged dismissively. "I'll tell you what, pet. You calm down a bit and I won't have to teach you a lesson about looking where you're going." Draco's face was still set with pain and anger. "Aw, hell, I'm going to do the whole 'wanna talk about it' gig aint I pet?" Spike looked disgusted, before guiding Draco into the room allocated to him as an office. This is starting to get boring, Draco thought vacantly. Spike frowned at the lack of any response from the boy. Waving his hand in front of Draco's face, he felt his concern grow at the stillness.
"You aint been possessed, right?" Draco numbly shook his head.
"Struck dumb by a curse? Replaced by a clone, used for government experiments? Cause if it's the last one I can relate, but hell, dammit, will you just bloody say something, you're starting to freak me out here." Spike could feel his anger and frustration growing. His face contorted into the demonic visage that always lingered beneath the surface. Draco didn't even react. Spike felt himself soften, the protective feelings, that he had only ever felt for Dawn since Dru had turned him into a monster, rising at the sight of the boy, clearly going through hell. "Look pet, I can't help you unless I know what's going on. I shouldn't be wanting to help you at all, but I'm your teacher so I am going to right? Even if you don't want me to." Something in those words caused Draco to look up. The vampire was leaning against a wall, his fangs still glistening in the lamplight, eyes still a demonic yellow.
"How old are you?" The softly spoken question made Spike jump. Confused, but relieved at the presence of a reaction, he thought a moment, "120 odd, give or take a decade or two. Gave up counting a while ago."
"Are you evil?"
Spike leered, drawing back his lips to emphasise his fangs. "What do you think?"
Draco simply stared until Spike relented. "I was anyway. Maybe I still am, I don't know." He sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. "Not sure what I am any more, mate. Been evil for as long as I can remember. William the Bloody. Feared across Europe. Killed two Slayers. Now, I don't know. Haven't been able to hunt for a while. This damn chip in my head. And to be honest, and I aint ever told no one this so you keep your mouth shut, I'm not sure what I'd do if this chip was removed. Go back to killing or fighting the good fight. It's the damn Slayer and the Lil' Bit, see? Bloody humanity's contagious. Couldn't kill them. Wouldn't want to. But they'd kill me, in a second, if I ever lost this chip."
"Would you deserve it?"
"Excuse me, what kind of question is that?"
Draco looked at Spike, unblinkingly. "Would you deserve it? Are some people so bad that even when they try to be good, bad things still happen cause they deserve it?"
Spike frowned, "Most people believe no matter how bad you've been, how many people you've hurt, you can still earn redemption if you work hard enough. I mean just look at my bleeding poof of a sire. Peaches was the scourge of Europe, taught me everything I know. Now, he's got this bloody soul he's all for helping people. Enough to make you sick really."
"Do bad things still happen to him?"
"Well, yeah I guess. Listen, kid, what's this all about? You aint a bad person, so what's the interest?"
"What would you know about me?"
"I know you've had a tough break. I know most people wouldn't understand pressure, like what you've been through. Parental approval drives most people. It just sucks when the parents approve of the wrong thing. And I know something's happened. The smell of fear coming off you is choking."
Draco lowered his eyes. Despite his protests to Dumbledore and Water, part of him was desperate to talk to someone about what had happened. While with Harry, his feelings kept on interfering; he felt that Spike wouldn't judge him, would listen to him openly, despite his bravado. Brokenly, hesitantly, he began to tell the vampire the full truth as to what had happened at the Manor. For Spike's part he listened with growing horror and anger. When Draco finished it took the vampire a few moments to find his voice.
"I don't care how bad you've been or think you've been, no one deserves that, you hear me, no one. And I think you should talk to Harry, tell him what you've told me. I know these hero types, he won't judge you, or hate you. Don't let that bastard ruin your life, pet. You're worth more than that and golden boy knows it. Just give it time, is all."
Draco nodded, his heart feeling lighter at Spike's words. Tonight, he promised himself. I'll talk to Harry tonight.
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Harry was still standing in the deserted classroom when Ron peered curiously in.
"There you are mate, been looking for you everywhere."
Harry simply shrugged. He could still see Draco's broken face in his mind; he could barely see Ron's frown of concern.
"Are you ok?"
Harry didn't get a chance to answer before Hermione, breathlessly, ran through the open door.
"Ron, have you found... Oh there you are, we've been looking for you everywhere. Is Malfoy ok?"
Seeing Harry's stricken look, Ron put two and two together. "He didn't want your help, did he?"
Dumbly, Harry shook his head. Ron sighed. "Look, we're allowed down to Hogsmeade after 5th year, how about we head down there for a drink?" At Harry's lack of reaction, he shrugged, grabbing one arm, motioning for Hermione to take the other. "Take that as a yes then mate." With that he and Hermione gently pulled their friend out of the castle, towards Hogsmeade. Harry remained silent, although he did start walking of his own accord, allowing Ron and Hermione to release his arms. Thankfully the Hogs Head was relatively empty as Hermione picked out a table, leaving Ron to get the drinks. Setting the three butter beers down, Ron sat, staring at his friend with concern. Silently, Harry took a long gulp of his drink. He stared at his glass for a moment, before finally beginning to talk.
"I don't know what to do." He paused, not missing the looks of both worry and relief flit over his friends' faces. "Something happened, I know it, he just won't tell me what." Harry turned his anguished eyes to focus on the others for the first time that evening. "I think it's killing him."
Hermione let out a deep breath she hadn't even realised she was holding. "Harry, there's not much you can do, he knows you're here for him, it's got to be his choice to come to you."
"I know that," Harry growled in frustration. "I just hate seeing him like this."
"We know, mate," Ron offered. "Maybe he just needs some time. And beating yourself up about it isn't going to help. He's a Malfoy; he'll accept others help only if he really has to. All you can do in the meantime is wait."
A soft, indulgent smile spread over Hermione's face as Harry knocked his head onto the wooden table with a defeated clunk, before nodding miserably. "Young love," she murmured. She tore her eyes away from Harry to stare into Ron's. "Makes you think, doesn't it." It was more of a statement than a question. Ron nodded regretfully, sensing, as she did, that she was referring to the lack of such passion in their life. Sure, he loved her, would die for her, but he didn't feel as in love with her as he should. He knew she felt the same way. Her chair scraped as she stood.
"You can finish my drink, I'm guessing this is one of those male bonding things that leave women mystified." Harry lifted his head briefly, grunted an acknowledgment, before returning to the slumped position. Ron took her hand and softly kissed it, a gesture of friendship. Tinged with the regret was relief, as they both silently accepted that they were over as a couple. "Be careful walking back."
"Always," Hermione stated. "Good luck," she added grinning, nodding her head towards Harry. Ron groaned. "Think I'm going to need it." Shaking her head slightly in amusement, Hermione hurried out of the pub. Ron stared after her for a moment before turning his full attention back to Harry.
"Here, mate, just drink up. I actually have some money from Dad's pay rise, and I plan on spending it all getting the two of us drunk."
This made Harry raise his head. "Your dad got a pay rise?"
Ron grinned widely, "Yep. About bloody time too. Something to do with how long he's worked there. So now I'm a single man, I plan to drink it all away!"
"You're single?" Harry questioned, a frown creasing his forehead. He felt guilty at feeling good about the distraction. Ron pulled a face. "Yeah, it's been inevitable for a while now, even if it just happened." He paused to laugh at the bewilderment on Harry's face. "Sometimes you know someone so well, you don't need words. It's ok, honest. Just weird I guess."
"I'm sorry," Harry managed after a while.
"Don't be," Ron firmly stated. "Like I said, it's been inevitable for a while. We've been drifting apart. Mainly 'cause we recently realised we have very different aims in life, and while we can support each other as friends, it just wouldn't work as a couple."
"What are your aims?"
"Family mostly. That's what we differ on. I couldn't imagine not having a large family, but Mione wants to change the world with her genius. Family doesn't really enter into that." Harry nodded, his surprise lessening. Hermione was very focused, and now he thought about it, he couldn't really see her with children. He glanced over at Ron. "You ok?"
"Yeah, just weird, like I said. That's why I propose we get seriously drunk. It's only Divination tomorrow, we can have hangovers. Girlfriends - who needs 'em eh? Or boyfriends in your case Harry, sorry mate, no offence"
"None taken," Harry grinned for the first time in what felt like ages, raising his glass. "Cheers."
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Hermione wandered up to the castle, her mind going over the exchange with Ron. She smiled, ruefully, as she remembered how Harry's eyes had lit up when talking about Draco, even as his voice tinged with worry. Ron hadn't looked at her like that in a long time. Now she thought about it, Hermione couldn't remember Ron ever looking at her with such adoration. Their relationship had seemed a natural progression of their friendship, however, Ron was unavoidably boring as a boyfriend. She craved someone who would challenge her, not just make her laugh as Ron did.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the figure walking towards her until she collided straight into him.
"Bloody hell, look where you're going," The London accent exclaimed, as the figure stumbled back. Hermione looked up to see the blonde hair and pale skin glowing in the moonlight. She placed her hands on her hips as Spike straightened, cursing loudly.
"Why is it only my fault, you walked into me as well you know. And should you be using such language in front of a student?"
Spike looked indignant. "I'll bloody use whatever bloody language I fucking like. Or would you prefer it if I swore in some demonic language which you could use to raise all unholy evil? Besides, what are you doing out here anyway? Shouldn't you be at the castle?"
"I'm on my way there," she replied, rolling her eyes.
"On your own?" He clarified, inadvertently mimicking her as he rolled his eyes when she nodded. "In the dark?" Again she nodded. "Have you learnt nothing from your classes? There's all manner of evil lurking. Plus your evil wizard overlord bloke." She simply stared at him, hints of offence creeping into her eyes. Spike sighed, exasperated, "Guess I'll have to walk you back." Now the offence was no longer hints, it was full blown emotion.
"I don't need your protection, thank you very much, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"Sure you are, love," Spike smirked. "That's why you walked straight into a vampire."
"You walked into me too," Hermione spluttered. "Why am I the one who has to look where I'm going? Because I'm a woman?"
"No, because, I'm a vampire and you're a human. I don't need to pay attention."
"Why, of all the arrogant, bloody..."
"Now, now, pet. Who needs to watch their language now?"
Hermione glared at him in such a way that Spike briefly wondered if she'd been getting lessons from the Slayer. Glowering back, the Big Bad was mortified when the shorter human didn't back down. Adjusting his leather duster over his shoulders, he attempted to regain his usual bravado. "Now look pet, I'm walking you back, and you better get used to it, or..." his voice trailed off as he realised he couldn't actually threaten the girl with bodily violence. He thought for a moment as to what he could use, as a triumphant look spread over Hermione's face. Suddenly, he smiled, "Or I'll be forced to take away house points." The triumph swiftly fled from her face, and inwardly he crowed with satisfaction, even as his demon mocked him for being so weak. She scowled. "Fine," as she stormed off. Spike stood dumbly, wondering what tricks she was playing, unable to believe she had let him win so easily. Hermione glanced back over her shoulder.
"You keeping up, or what?"
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In the meantime, Harry and Ron had moved swiftly from the butter beer to the various strong ales from the Hogsbreath Brewery. Rosemerta had recognised two lovelorn boys and hadn't asked them for proof of age, much to their gratitude. They were on their second pint of Hogsbreath's finest when the doors to the pub swung open, Buffy and Xander striding in, their faces red from the cold. Buffy's eyes scanned the pub, force of habit causing her to assess possible dangers and vulnerable areas of attack. She settled her gaze on Harry and Ron's table, before she grinned, nudging Xander in the ribs to get his attention.
"Err, Buffy, Slayer strength," Xander wheezed.
"Huh?" she asked, absently, glancing over her shoulder to where Xander was pressing a hand to his side and wincing where she had elbowed him.
"Oh, sorry," she grinned apologetically. Xander pulled a slight face. "Don't give me that look young lady. You owe me a drink now."
"Deal," Buffy smiled innocently, before grabbing his hand and pulling him over to Harry and Ron. "Hey, guys, you ok? What are you up to and holy god is that alcohol?" She looked wide-eyed at the half empty pint glasses on the table, the boys looking sheepish, as Xander's face brightened. "Cool, can we join you?" He made to sit down on a spare stool, before being yanked up by Buffy.
"Uh, uh, no way. You can't join them, they're underage, we can't encourage their behaviour."
Xander shrugged, before attempting to sit down again. This time Buffy pulled him up so hard he went flying backwards into the table behind them.
"Oh, oops," Buffy winced.
Xander glared at her from his undignified position on the floor, the toppled table sprawled over his legs. "'Oops?' What did I say, mere moments ago, about Slayer strength? And can I just saw OW!"
"Sorry," Buffy reached down to help him to his feet. Xander stared at her hand warily for a moment until he grudgingly accepted the offer. As he stood, Rosemerta sidled quietly up to Buffy. "I know they're underage, luvvie, but I know what love sick boys look like, so I'm prepared to make n exception." She whispered.
"See," Xander stuck his tongue out at Buffy who was still looking indecisive. He sat down decisively, eyes daring her to disagree. "That's two drinks." Rosemerta smiled at the young American. "What's your poison then, my love?"
"I'll try whatever they're having," He jerked a thumb in the direction of the drinks. "And better bring them another round. She's paying." Buffy glowered at him, as the bar maid chuckled, heading over to the bar to fetch the order. Buffy remained standing, conflict clearly showing on her face.
"Look, Buffy, just sit down, chill out and help me prove once and for all to Giles that English beers are no better than good old US brews, straight from the refrigerator."
Rosemerta returned, four glasses on a tray. Handing a pint to each of the boys, she pointedly placed one in front of Buffy. "You mustn't get drunk! We're your teachers! Bad pupils! Bad me!" She mumbled, flopping into the seat offered by the grinning Rosemerta. Sighing reluctantly, she reached for the glass, sipping at the beer delicately, as though she could get irreversibly drunk from the smallest mouthful. Xander crowed in triumph at the pleasantly surprised look that crossed her face. "See, Buffy, not all alcohol is evil!" She nodded slightly, causing Xander to fall into fits of laughter. Turning her attention away from her friend, she focused on the two boys, who were slowly getting used to the idea of drinking with a teacher.
"So, what's up with you boys, anyway?"
Ron shrugged. "I'm single and he's depressed."
"Ouch," Xander winced. "Ok, Buffy," he stated, turning the blonde, "you take the depressed one and I'll take the single one."
"Agreed," she nodded, solemnly. "So, Harry, why are you depressed?"
The boy who lived shrugged. "I'm worried about Draco and I'm fed up of saving the world from evil overlords. Or one evil overlord, many times."
"Well, I can't really help with the Draco thing, but I can sympathise with the saving the world part. I was 15 when I was told that I was the chosen one."
Harry looked at her with serious eyes. "I was 11 when I first fought Voldemort."
"Oh," Buffy was taken aback, ignoring Ron's habitual wince at the name. "Wow, that's...young."
"I've faced him five times."
"Aha, see now I can beat you, I've stopped," She paused to think, "8... I think, yeah 8 apocalypses. Or is it apocalpsi? What's the plural?" She turned to Xander, who shrugged. "And," she continued, dramatically, "I've died twice."
"So, what do we do if you die facing You know who?" Ron asked bluntly. Buffy looked floored for a minute, before Xander took sympathy on her.
"I bring her back to life. Again."
Three pairs of eyes turned at him, two pairs shining with amazement, one with gratitude. He smiled softly at Buffy. "Yeah, that's kinda what I do."
"Huh," Harry grunted, draining the remainder of his drink. "Good for you."
"Thanks," Xander stated. "Now, Ron, what can we do for you? Now we've established that the two superheroes are both equally brave and equally strong and there is absolutely no way to choose between them." He gave the two mentioned superheroes a warning glare that caused both to blush in embarrassment.
"I just broke up with Hermione," Ron replied, ruefully. Xander clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Tough break man, really." Ron shrugged. "Like I told Harry, it's not a big deal."
"Wanna slay something with me?" Buffy asked, humour dancing in her eyes. "That's what always makes me feel better"
"So, encouraging violence is better than encouraging drinking?" Xander asked, mockingly.
"Sure, violence doesn't result in long term damage to the liver."
"I swear, I will never understand how your mind works, Summers."
Buffy grinned widely, before picking up her almost full glass. Meeting Xander's gaze, she calmly downed the entire drink, setting the empty glass back on the table. Raising an eyebrow, she restrained a laugh at the others' incredulous faces. "Your round, Xander"
"Yes, oh almighty Slayer One," Xander followed her example, finishing his drink as well. Turning to the boys, who were doing fine fish impressions, opening and closing their mouths in amazement, he continued. "Gentlemen, I believe the challenge has been lain before us. Take this moment now to leave with minimal dignity, if that is your choice. If not, prepare for some serious drinking, the drinking of men. And women, obviously," he hastily added, Buffy's foot perilously near his ankle. Ron grinned, and followed his teachers in downing the alcohol; He glanced at Harry, concerned he would take the opportunity to bail. Harry stared at the beer for a moment, as the others waited with baited breath. Slowly, he raised his glass to his lips, drinking calmly until finally he tipped his head back, the last drops falling down his throat. Setting the glass back down, he looked each of the others in the eyes.
"So, why is the next round not here yet?"
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Hermione and Spike walked together in glowering silence, each taking turns at glaring at the other. Finally, Hermione stopped, exasperated. "What?"
Spike looked surprised, "Don't know what you mean love."
"I mean, why are you glaring at me like that?"
"I'm glaring? Pet, you're the one giving me the evil eye, and all I'm doing is being a gentleman, like."
"A gentleman? You're bloody stalking me! I told you, I don't need a body guard!"
"Yeah, well, I'm just doing my job. Can't have you walking about alone, you could get hurt." Spike looked so uncomfortable Hermione felt herself softening. "Fine, I guess it can't hurt to have you around." She almost laughed at the grin that suddenly graced the vampire's face.
"So, pet. You come here often?" Spike smiled, shyly, as his question set Hermione off into peals of laughter. Shyly? He winced inwardly, since when was William the Bloody shy? He looked at the young girl, who had now slightly calmed and looked back at him with new found appreciation. "You know, you're not so bad when you're not being an arsehole," she giggled.
"Cheers, love, you're ok yourself, when you're not doing the girl power bit."
"So, Spike," Hermione started. "When you're not saving damsels who aren't in distress, what do you spend your time doing?"
"Watching Passions."
"Huh?"
"Oh man, don't tell me, you've never seen Passions," Spike exclaimed, bouncing excitedly. "It's the best, I'll bring my tapes over, next time I'm at my crypt."
"I'm more of an Eastenders kind of girl." Hermione confessed. "I get my parents to tape a whole term's worth and I watch them all whenever I'm home."
"Yeah, I was into that for a while, haven't spent much time here for years, so kinda lost the plot."
"You're telling me."
"Oi, no need to be rude." Spike pretended to look offended, causing Hermione to laugh gently again. He grinned, deciding Hermione laughing was one of the nicest sounds he'd heard in a while.
"So, why are you walking alone," he cautiously asked, suddenly regretting it, when she stopped laughing and her face fell.
"I just broke up with Ron"
"Oh. I'm sorry. Guy's an idiot."
She smiled, gently, "That's sweet, but he didn't dump me. We've just drifted apart, that's all."
"Um, ok then." He paused, thinking of a new topic. "So, do think Man United will do well this year?"
Hermione stopped, dead in her tracks. "God, I hope not, I hate Manchester United."
Spike glared at her. "Tell me you're joking."
"No."
"Pet, Manchester United is one of the few things in this world worth keeping it around for."
"Tell me YOU'RE joking," Hermione exclaimed. "I mean, have you even BEEN to Old Trafford?"
"Yes!" Spike leered at her, before backing off slightly. "Ok, so there wasn't a football team there at the time."
Hermione folded her arms over her chest. "That's it, I don't want protection from a Man U fan."
"Well, maybe I don't want to protect someone who has no appreciation for the best team in the world."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
With that, they both stormed off in separate directions. Spike had only gone a few strides, before he heard a muffled scream. Turning he saw Hermione stumble, before falling into a ditch, running by the side of the Forbidden Forest. "Oh, Bloody Hell! I told the silly bitch she needed a body guard!" He shrugged, before running after her.
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Xander looked down at the passed out Ron on the floor. The young teen had been the first to go in the drinking contest. Glancing over, he saw Buffy and Harry deep in meaningful, drunken conversation. Clearing his throat, they looked irritated at being interrupted. Gesturing vaguely towards the floor, Xander directed their attention to Ron. Blinking, he missed for a moment the pointed glare Buffy was aiming towards him, which was in reality intimidating the table five feet away from Xander. Suddenly getting the gist of the silent communication, Xander stood shakily, leaning down to haul Ron over his shoulder. Straightening, he almost staggered under the weight. "I shall be back," he declared, before stumbling out of the door, carrying Ron back towards Hogwarts. Buffy paused, as she heard retching sounds coming from outside, as Xander threw up in the flowerbeds. She looked out of the window, to see Xander standing again, before wandering unsteadily back towards the school. After a moment he returned, picked up Ron again, and slowly left her view. Buffy turned her attention back the charming boy sitting with her.
'..have you ever read The Hitch-Hikers Guide to the Galaxy Buff? Fy. Err, you don't mind if I call you Buff do you?' Harry blinked hard, stared for a moment and tried to work out which of the two blurry Buffys he was talking to. He decided it didn't really matter; they were both smiling and saying the same thing.
'Yesh, I mean no, I don't mind' she hiccupped and looked puzzled for a moment 'but I mean yesh, I read it, it was sooo funny!' she giggled and took another gulp of her Fire whiskey. 'And weird too! Imagine all that stuff about alternate universes, and how, how, like how even right now, right this very second,'..she stabbed at the table unsteadily, as if trying to pin down the wayward second in question.. 'This very second we could be in one of them! Or two. Or.. Or..'
'Or three even?' rejoined Harry, nodding with mock seriousness while his leaning elbow slipped off the edge of the table very nearly spilling his fifth pint of Hogs breath Brewery's finest strong ale.
'Yeah three even!' laughed Buffy while helping pull Harry back up onto his seat. 'And you know what, if it's true...' Harry nodded his head earnestly with a wide eyed but rather glazed expression ' ..well if it's true..' Buffy continued leaning forward conspiratorially '..we might be just characters in someone else's imagination in their universe, or in a book or film or something...'
'Yesh?...' said Harry. 'Oh yesh, but really, that'sh silly, coz they're the ones being imagined by us and we're real! Well I am anyway! I think... In fact you're looking a bit blurry to me, maybe you're not real!' They both giggled and poked each other in an attempt to find out. Harry, his finger passing through the clear air of the second, rather blurrier Buffy, found the unexpected lack of resistance throwing him off balance and somehow sliding him off the side of his chair, so that he unexpectedly discovered he was sitting on the floor, still carefully holding his unspilled pint, and looking up at a laughing Buffy.
"We are soooooo drunk!" Buffy exclaimed, proud of her deductive skills.
"Yesh, we are very, very drunk," Harry agreed, nodding solemnly, also feeling that this was a significant moment.
"We should probably go back to the...to the... to the really big place we live in." She paused, thinking hard. "To the school! Yesh, we should go back to the school." She looked up to see Harry nodding, or rather drooping his head in agreement. Standing, she hauled her drunken pupil to his feet. Rosemerta looked faintly relieved, thankful that they were finally leaving.
Miraculously they made it back to the castle with out passing out, despite stumbling every few feet along the way. In their inebriated state they, like Xander earlier, failed to notice the disturbed ground where Hermione and Spike had been. They fell through the doors to the castle, barely missing Filch or Mrs Norris doing their rounds. Buffy glimpsed the cat's tail, rounding a corner ahead of them. Gently nudging Harry, they both had to suppress giggles that would have given them away. The stairs felt as challenging as a mountain to climb, and both were breathing heavily by the time they reached the Gryffindor tower, feeling the effects of the alcohol slowly wear off from the efforts. Giving her new best friend a huge hug good night, Buffy fell towards her rooms. Harry stood for a moment, figuring out which direction he had to turn to get into his dorm. This allowed Draco to step out of the shadows, where he had been waiting for Harry to return.
"Harry?" he asked cautiously.
"Draco!" Harry exclaimed, almost falling as he spun around to face the object of his desires.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Course you can, Draco, you can always talk to me." Harry's voice was slurred. He turned to the Pink Lady, and stopped as he struggled to remember the password. She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry," she grumbled, swinging open regardless.
"Thank you," Harry dragged Draco into the deserted Common Room. "What's the matter?"
Draco was silent of a moment as he gathered his courage. He was actually thankful that Harry was so clearly drunk, at least there was a chance he wouldn't remember the conversation if he reacted badly. He took a deep breath and looked Harry in the eyes.
"I was raped."
Harry suddenly felt very sober.
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I better just add that I don't own Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams. If you haven't read it don't worry, but I strongly recommend it, it's a hilarious book!
Extra special thanks to WychFire for the entire paragraphs he's written for this ch, when I've been so exhausted by lectures.
And an added plea for reviews of this ch, it's by far the longest I've written and it's actually my favourite, so I really, really want to hear what you all think.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, Harry declaring his love for Draco, aw, bless! Place your bets now as to how Draco's going to react...
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"Because I'm falling in love with you."
Draco took a step backwards, stunned. "What?"
"I'm falling in love with you." Harry repeated cautiously, glad he hadn't been punched for his admission, but also wary of a delayed reaction. Draco blinked; opening and closing his mouth a couple of times before finding his voice.
"That's impossible."
"Why?"
"Because you can't be in love with me. You just can't."
"Why not?" Harry was confused. "What's not to love about you?"
"I told you, I'm dirty, you can't love me, I'm dirty, I'll make you dirty and you can't be dirty, because you're good and if I taint you then that makes me worse than I already am," Draco was shouting, tears threatening to spill over his face.
"Draco what happened? Why are you being like this?" Harry pleaded. "What do you mean 'you're dirty'?"
"I thought I already told you once that I don't need your pity." Draco's face was set with pain and anger, his voice petulant as a child.
"Why would I pity you?" Harry's voice was suddenly wary, filled with trepidation. Draco simply shook his head and began to back out of the room.
"Just leave me alone, you can't help me."
Harry took a step towards Draco, only to be stopped by him shaking his head again. "Please just leave me alone." With that he turned and left, trembling slightly, leaving Harry with his worries and fears.
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Draco stormed down the corridor, ignoring the whispers and stares from students, scuttling away from his fierce expression. Even Professor Flitwick squeaked nervously, pressing himself into the wall to avoid being trampled. Draco simply kept walking, lost in his own thoughts, when a hand reached out and stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Well, well, what do we have here then?" the British accent drawled. The smell of nicotine and tar was pungent in Draco's face as Spike inhaled deeply from his cigarette. The blonde vampire cocked his head to one side, inspecting the burnt ash, before flicking the remains onto a passing Hufflepuff. "I take it things went less than well at Daddy's." He shrugged dismissively. "I'll tell you what, pet. You calm down a bit and I won't have to teach you a lesson about looking where you're going." Draco's face was still set with pain and anger. "Aw, hell, I'm going to do the whole 'wanna talk about it' gig aint I pet?" Spike looked disgusted, before guiding Draco into the room allocated to him as an office. This is starting to get boring, Draco thought vacantly. Spike frowned at the lack of any response from the boy. Waving his hand in front of Draco's face, he felt his concern grow at the stillness.
"You aint been possessed, right?" Draco numbly shook his head.
"Struck dumb by a curse? Replaced by a clone, used for government experiments? Cause if it's the last one I can relate, but hell, dammit, will you just bloody say something, you're starting to freak me out here." Spike could feel his anger and frustration growing. His face contorted into the demonic visage that always lingered beneath the surface. Draco didn't even react. Spike felt himself soften, the protective feelings, that he had only ever felt for Dawn since Dru had turned him into a monster, rising at the sight of the boy, clearly going through hell. "Look pet, I can't help you unless I know what's going on. I shouldn't be wanting to help you at all, but I'm your teacher so I am going to right? Even if you don't want me to." Something in those words caused Draco to look up. The vampire was leaning against a wall, his fangs still glistening in the lamplight, eyes still a demonic yellow.
"How old are you?" The softly spoken question made Spike jump. Confused, but relieved at the presence of a reaction, he thought a moment, "120 odd, give or take a decade or two. Gave up counting a while ago."
"Are you evil?"
Spike leered, drawing back his lips to emphasise his fangs. "What do you think?"
Draco simply stared until Spike relented. "I was anyway. Maybe I still am, I don't know." He sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. "Not sure what I am any more, mate. Been evil for as long as I can remember. William the Bloody. Feared across Europe. Killed two Slayers. Now, I don't know. Haven't been able to hunt for a while. This damn chip in my head. And to be honest, and I aint ever told no one this so you keep your mouth shut, I'm not sure what I'd do if this chip was removed. Go back to killing or fighting the good fight. It's the damn Slayer and the Lil' Bit, see? Bloody humanity's contagious. Couldn't kill them. Wouldn't want to. But they'd kill me, in a second, if I ever lost this chip."
"Would you deserve it?"
"Excuse me, what kind of question is that?"
Draco looked at Spike, unblinkingly. "Would you deserve it? Are some people so bad that even when they try to be good, bad things still happen cause they deserve it?"
Spike frowned, "Most people believe no matter how bad you've been, how many people you've hurt, you can still earn redemption if you work hard enough. I mean just look at my bleeding poof of a sire. Peaches was the scourge of Europe, taught me everything I know. Now, he's got this bloody soul he's all for helping people. Enough to make you sick really."
"Do bad things still happen to him?"
"Well, yeah I guess. Listen, kid, what's this all about? You aint a bad person, so what's the interest?"
"What would you know about me?"
"I know you've had a tough break. I know most people wouldn't understand pressure, like what you've been through. Parental approval drives most people. It just sucks when the parents approve of the wrong thing. And I know something's happened. The smell of fear coming off you is choking."
Draco lowered his eyes. Despite his protests to Dumbledore and Water, part of him was desperate to talk to someone about what had happened. While with Harry, his feelings kept on interfering; he felt that Spike wouldn't judge him, would listen to him openly, despite his bravado. Brokenly, hesitantly, he began to tell the vampire the full truth as to what had happened at the Manor. For Spike's part he listened with growing horror and anger. When Draco finished it took the vampire a few moments to find his voice.
"I don't care how bad you've been or think you've been, no one deserves that, you hear me, no one. And I think you should talk to Harry, tell him what you've told me. I know these hero types, he won't judge you, or hate you. Don't let that bastard ruin your life, pet. You're worth more than that and golden boy knows it. Just give it time, is all."
Draco nodded, his heart feeling lighter at Spike's words. Tonight, he promised himself. I'll talk to Harry tonight.
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Harry was still standing in the deserted classroom when Ron peered curiously in.
"There you are mate, been looking for you everywhere."
Harry simply shrugged. He could still see Draco's broken face in his mind; he could barely see Ron's frown of concern.
"Are you ok?"
Harry didn't get a chance to answer before Hermione, breathlessly, ran through the open door.
"Ron, have you found... Oh there you are, we've been looking for you everywhere. Is Malfoy ok?"
Seeing Harry's stricken look, Ron put two and two together. "He didn't want your help, did he?"
Dumbly, Harry shook his head. Ron sighed. "Look, we're allowed down to Hogsmeade after 5th year, how about we head down there for a drink?" At Harry's lack of reaction, he shrugged, grabbing one arm, motioning for Hermione to take the other. "Take that as a yes then mate." With that he and Hermione gently pulled their friend out of the castle, towards Hogsmeade. Harry remained silent, although he did start walking of his own accord, allowing Ron and Hermione to release his arms. Thankfully the Hogs Head was relatively empty as Hermione picked out a table, leaving Ron to get the drinks. Setting the three butter beers down, Ron sat, staring at his friend with concern. Silently, Harry took a long gulp of his drink. He stared at his glass for a moment, before finally beginning to talk.
"I don't know what to do." He paused, not missing the looks of both worry and relief flit over his friends' faces. "Something happened, I know it, he just won't tell me what." Harry turned his anguished eyes to focus on the others for the first time that evening. "I think it's killing him."
Hermione let out a deep breath she hadn't even realised she was holding. "Harry, there's not much you can do, he knows you're here for him, it's got to be his choice to come to you."
"I know that," Harry growled in frustration. "I just hate seeing him like this."
"We know, mate," Ron offered. "Maybe he just needs some time. And beating yourself up about it isn't going to help. He's a Malfoy; he'll accept others help only if he really has to. All you can do in the meantime is wait."
A soft, indulgent smile spread over Hermione's face as Harry knocked his head onto the wooden table with a defeated clunk, before nodding miserably. "Young love," she murmured. She tore her eyes away from Harry to stare into Ron's. "Makes you think, doesn't it." It was more of a statement than a question. Ron nodded regretfully, sensing, as she did, that she was referring to the lack of such passion in their life. Sure, he loved her, would die for her, but he didn't feel as in love with her as he should. He knew she felt the same way. Her chair scraped as she stood.
"You can finish my drink, I'm guessing this is one of those male bonding things that leave women mystified." Harry lifted his head briefly, grunted an acknowledgment, before returning to the slumped position. Ron took her hand and softly kissed it, a gesture of friendship. Tinged with the regret was relief, as they both silently accepted that they were over as a couple. "Be careful walking back."
"Always," Hermione stated. "Good luck," she added grinning, nodding her head towards Harry. Ron groaned. "Think I'm going to need it." Shaking her head slightly in amusement, Hermione hurried out of the pub. Ron stared after her for a moment before turning his full attention back to Harry.
"Here, mate, just drink up. I actually have some money from Dad's pay rise, and I plan on spending it all getting the two of us drunk."
This made Harry raise his head. "Your dad got a pay rise?"
Ron grinned widely, "Yep. About bloody time too. Something to do with how long he's worked there. So now I'm a single man, I plan to drink it all away!"
"You're single?" Harry questioned, a frown creasing his forehead. He felt guilty at feeling good about the distraction. Ron pulled a face. "Yeah, it's been inevitable for a while now, even if it just happened." He paused to laugh at the bewilderment on Harry's face. "Sometimes you know someone so well, you don't need words. It's ok, honest. Just weird I guess."
"I'm sorry," Harry managed after a while.
"Don't be," Ron firmly stated. "Like I said, it's been inevitable for a while. We've been drifting apart. Mainly 'cause we recently realised we have very different aims in life, and while we can support each other as friends, it just wouldn't work as a couple."
"What are your aims?"
"Family mostly. That's what we differ on. I couldn't imagine not having a large family, but Mione wants to change the world with her genius. Family doesn't really enter into that." Harry nodded, his surprise lessening. Hermione was very focused, and now he thought about it, he couldn't really see her with children. He glanced over at Ron. "You ok?"
"Yeah, just weird, like I said. That's why I propose we get seriously drunk. It's only Divination tomorrow, we can have hangovers. Girlfriends - who needs 'em eh? Or boyfriends in your case Harry, sorry mate, no offence"
"None taken," Harry grinned for the first time in what felt like ages, raising his glass. "Cheers."
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Hermione wandered up to the castle, her mind going over the exchange with Ron. She smiled, ruefully, as she remembered how Harry's eyes had lit up when talking about Draco, even as his voice tinged with worry. Ron hadn't looked at her like that in a long time. Now she thought about it, Hermione couldn't remember Ron ever looking at her with such adoration. Their relationship had seemed a natural progression of their friendship, however, Ron was unavoidably boring as a boyfriend. She craved someone who would challenge her, not just make her laugh as Ron did.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the figure walking towards her until she collided straight into him.
"Bloody hell, look where you're going," The London accent exclaimed, as the figure stumbled back. Hermione looked up to see the blonde hair and pale skin glowing in the moonlight. She placed her hands on her hips as Spike straightened, cursing loudly.
"Why is it only my fault, you walked into me as well you know. And should you be using such language in front of a student?"
Spike looked indignant. "I'll bloody use whatever bloody language I fucking like. Or would you prefer it if I swore in some demonic language which you could use to raise all unholy evil? Besides, what are you doing out here anyway? Shouldn't you be at the castle?"
"I'm on my way there," she replied, rolling her eyes.
"On your own?" He clarified, inadvertently mimicking her as he rolled his eyes when she nodded. "In the dark?" Again she nodded. "Have you learnt nothing from your classes? There's all manner of evil lurking. Plus your evil wizard overlord bloke." She simply stared at him, hints of offence creeping into her eyes. Spike sighed, exasperated, "Guess I'll have to walk you back." Now the offence was no longer hints, it was full blown emotion.
"I don't need your protection, thank you very much, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"Sure you are, love," Spike smirked. "That's why you walked straight into a vampire."
"You walked into me too," Hermione spluttered. "Why am I the one who has to look where I'm going? Because I'm a woman?"
"No, because, I'm a vampire and you're a human. I don't need to pay attention."
"Why, of all the arrogant, bloody..."
"Now, now, pet. Who needs to watch their language now?"
Hermione glared at him in such a way that Spike briefly wondered if she'd been getting lessons from the Slayer. Glowering back, the Big Bad was mortified when the shorter human didn't back down. Adjusting his leather duster over his shoulders, he attempted to regain his usual bravado. "Now look pet, I'm walking you back, and you better get used to it, or..." his voice trailed off as he realised he couldn't actually threaten the girl with bodily violence. He thought for a moment as to what he could use, as a triumphant look spread over Hermione's face. Suddenly, he smiled, "Or I'll be forced to take away house points." The triumph swiftly fled from her face, and inwardly he crowed with satisfaction, even as his demon mocked him for being so weak. She scowled. "Fine," as she stormed off. Spike stood dumbly, wondering what tricks she was playing, unable to believe she had let him win so easily. Hermione glanced back over her shoulder.
"You keeping up, or what?"
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In the meantime, Harry and Ron had moved swiftly from the butter beer to the various strong ales from the Hogsbreath Brewery. Rosemerta had recognised two lovelorn boys and hadn't asked them for proof of age, much to their gratitude. They were on their second pint of Hogsbreath's finest when the doors to the pub swung open, Buffy and Xander striding in, their faces red from the cold. Buffy's eyes scanned the pub, force of habit causing her to assess possible dangers and vulnerable areas of attack. She settled her gaze on Harry and Ron's table, before she grinned, nudging Xander in the ribs to get his attention.
"Err, Buffy, Slayer strength," Xander wheezed.
"Huh?" she asked, absently, glancing over her shoulder to where Xander was pressing a hand to his side and wincing where she had elbowed him.
"Oh, sorry," she grinned apologetically. Xander pulled a slight face. "Don't give me that look young lady. You owe me a drink now."
"Deal," Buffy smiled innocently, before grabbing his hand and pulling him over to Harry and Ron. "Hey, guys, you ok? What are you up to and holy god is that alcohol?" She looked wide-eyed at the half empty pint glasses on the table, the boys looking sheepish, as Xander's face brightened. "Cool, can we join you?" He made to sit down on a spare stool, before being yanked up by Buffy.
"Uh, uh, no way. You can't join them, they're underage, we can't encourage their behaviour."
Xander shrugged, before attempting to sit down again. This time Buffy pulled him up so hard he went flying backwards into the table behind them.
"Oh, oops," Buffy winced.
Xander glared at her from his undignified position on the floor, the toppled table sprawled over his legs. "'Oops?' What did I say, mere moments ago, about Slayer strength? And can I just saw OW!"
"Sorry," Buffy reached down to help him to his feet. Xander stared at her hand warily for a moment until he grudgingly accepted the offer. As he stood, Rosemerta sidled quietly up to Buffy. "I know they're underage, luvvie, but I know what love sick boys look like, so I'm prepared to make n exception." She whispered.
"See," Xander stuck his tongue out at Buffy who was still looking indecisive. He sat down decisively, eyes daring her to disagree. "That's two drinks." Rosemerta smiled at the young American. "What's your poison then, my love?"
"I'll try whatever they're having," He jerked a thumb in the direction of the drinks. "And better bring them another round. She's paying." Buffy glowered at him, as the bar maid chuckled, heading over to the bar to fetch the order. Buffy remained standing, conflict clearly showing on her face.
"Look, Buffy, just sit down, chill out and help me prove once and for all to Giles that English beers are no better than good old US brews, straight from the refrigerator."
Rosemerta returned, four glasses on a tray. Handing a pint to each of the boys, she pointedly placed one in front of Buffy. "You mustn't get drunk! We're your teachers! Bad pupils! Bad me!" She mumbled, flopping into the seat offered by the grinning Rosemerta. Sighing reluctantly, she reached for the glass, sipping at the beer delicately, as though she could get irreversibly drunk from the smallest mouthful. Xander crowed in triumph at the pleasantly surprised look that crossed her face. "See, Buffy, not all alcohol is evil!" She nodded slightly, causing Xander to fall into fits of laughter. Turning her attention away from her friend, she focused on the two boys, who were slowly getting used to the idea of drinking with a teacher.
"So, what's up with you boys, anyway?"
Ron shrugged. "I'm single and he's depressed."
"Ouch," Xander winced. "Ok, Buffy," he stated, turning the blonde, "you take the depressed one and I'll take the single one."
"Agreed," she nodded, solemnly. "So, Harry, why are you depressed?"
The boy who lived shrugged. "I'm worried about Draco and I'm fed up of saving the world from evil overlords. Or one evil overlord, many times."
"Well, I can't really help with the Draco thing, but I can sympathise with the saving the world part. I was 15 when I was told that I was the chosen one."
Harry looked at her with serious eyes. "I was 11 when I first fought Voldemort."
"Oh," Buffy was taken aback, ignoring Ron's habitual wince at the name. "Wow, that's...young."
"I've faced him five times."
"Aha, see now I can beat you, I've stopped," She paused to think, "8... I think, yeah 8 apocalypses. Or is it apocalpsi? What's the plural?" She turned to Xander, who shrugged. "And," she continued, dramatically, "I've died twice."
"So, what do we do if you die facing You know who?" Ron asked bluntly. Buffy looked floored for a minute, before Xander took sympathy on her.
"I bring her back to life. Again."
Three pairs of eyes turned at him, two pairs shining with amazement, one with gratitude. He smiled softly at Buffy. "Yeah, that's kinda what I do."
"Huh," Harry grunted, draining the remainder of his drink. "Good for you."
"Thanks," Xander stated. "Now, Ron, what can we do for you? Now we've established that the two superheroes are both equally brave and equally strong and there is absolutely no way to choose between them." He gave the two mentioned superheroes a warning glare that caused both to blush in embarrassment.
"I just broke up with Hermione," Ron replied, ruefully. Xander clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Tough break man, really." Ron shrugged. "Like I told Harry, it's not a big deal."
"Wanna slay something with me?" Buffy asked, humour dancing in her eyes. "That's what always makes me feel better"
"So, encouraging violence is better than encouraging drinking?" Xander asked, mockingly.
"Sure, violence doesn't result in long term damage to the liver."
"I swear, I will never understand how your mind works, Summers."
Buffy grinned widely, before picking up her almost full glass. Meeting Xander's gaze, she calmly downed the entire drink, setting the empty glass back on the table. Raising an eyebrow, she restrained a laugh at the others' incredulous faces. "Your round, Xander"
"Yes, oh almighty Slayer One," Xander followed her example, finishing his drink as well. Turning to the boys, who were doing fine fish impressions, opening and closing their mouths in amazement, he continued. "Gentlemen, I believe the challenge has been lain before us. Take this moment now to leave with minimal dignity, if that is your choice. If not, prepare for some serious drinking, the drinking of men. And women, obviously," he hastily added, Buffy's foot perilously near his ankle. Ron grinned, and followed his teachers in downing the alcohol; He glanced at Harry, concerned he would take the opportunity to bail. Harry stared at the beer for a moment, as the others waited with baited breath. Slowly, he raised his glass to his lips, drinking calmly until finally he tipped his head back, the last drops falling down his throat. Setting the glass back down, he looked each of the others in the eyes.
"So, why is the next round not here yet?"
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Hermione and Spike walked together in glowering silence, each taking turns at glaring at the other. Finally, Hermione stopped, exasperated. "What?"
Spike looked surprised, "Don't know what you mean love."
"I mean, why are you glaring at me like that?"
"I'm glaring? Pet, you're the one giving me the evil eye, and all I'm doing is being a gentleman, like."
"A gentleman? You're bloody stalking me! I told you, I don't need a body guard!"
"Yeah, well, I'm just doing my job. Can't have you walking about alone, you could get hurt." Spike looked so uncomfortable Hermione felt herself softening. "Fine, I guess it can't hurt to have you around." She almost laughed at the grin that suddenly graced the vampire's face.
"So, pet. You come here often?" Spike smiled, shyly, as his question set Hermione off into peals of laughter. Shyly? He winced inwardly, since when was William the Bloody shy? He looked at the young girl, who had now slightly calmed and looked back at him with new found appreciation. "You know, you're not so bad when you're not being an arsehole," she giggled.
"Cheers, love, you're ok yourself, when you're not doing the girl power bit."
"So, Spike," Hermione started. "When you're not saving damsels who aren't in distress, what do you spend your time doing?"
"Watching Passions."
"Huh?"
"Oh man, don't tell me, you've never seen Passions," Spike exclaimed, bouncing excitedly. "It's the best, I'll bring my tapes over, next time I'm at my crypt."
"I'm more of an Eastenders kind of girl." Hermione confessed. "I get my parents to tape a whole term's worth and I watch them all whenever I'm home."
"Yeah, I was into that for a while, haven't spent much time here for years, so kinda lost the plot."
"You're telling me."
"Oi, no need to be rude." Spike pretended to look offended, causing Hermione to laugh gently again. He grinned, deciding Hermione laughing was one of the nicest sounds he'd heard in a while.
"So, why are you walking alone," he cautiously asked, suddenly regretting it, when she stopped laughing and her face fell.
"I just broke up with Ron"
"Oh. I'm sorry. Guy's an idiot."
She smiled, gently, "That's sweet, but he didn't dump me. We've just drifted apart, that's all."
"Um, ok then." He paused, thinking of a new topic. "So, do think Man United will do well this year?"
Hermione stopped, dead in her tracks. "God, I hope not, I hate Manchester United."
Spike glared at her. "Tell me you're joking."
"No."
"Pet, Manchester United is one of the few things in this world worth keeping it around for."
"Tell me YOU'RE joking," Hermione exclaimed. "I mean, have you even BEEN to Old Trafford?"
"Yes!" Spike leered at her, before backing off slightly. "Ok, so there wasn't a football team there at the time."
Hermione folded her arms over her chest. "That's it, I don't want protection from a Man U fan."
"Well, maybe I don't want to protect someone who has no appreciation for the best team in the world."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
With that, they both stormed off in separate directions. Spike had only gone a few strides, before he heard a muffled scream. Turning he saw Hermione stumble, before falling into a ditch, running by the side of the Forbidden Forest. "Oh, Bloody Hell! I told the silly bitch she needed a body guard!" He shrugged, before running after her.
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Xander looked down at the passed out Ron on the floor. The young teen had been the first to go in the drinking contest. Glancing over, he saw Buffy and Harry deep in meaningful, drunken conversation. Clearing his throat, they looked irritated at being interrupted. Gesturing vaguely towards the floor, Xander directed their attention to Ron. Blinking, he missed for a moment the pointed glare Buffy was aiming towards him, which was in reality intimidating the table five feet away from Xander. Suddenly getting the gist of the silent communication, Xander stood shakily, leaning down to haul Ron over his shoulder. Straightening, he almost staggered under the weight. "I shall be back," he declared, before stumbling out of the door, carrying Ron back towards Hogwarts. Buffy paused, as she heard retching sounds coming from outside, as Xander threw up in the flowerbeds. She looked out of the window, to see Xander standing again, before wandering unsteadily back towards the school. After a moment he returned, picked up Ron again, and slowly left her view. Buffy turned her attention back the charming boy sitting with her.
'..have you ever read The Hitch-Hikers Guide to the Galaxy Buff? Fy. Err, you don't mind if I call you Buff do you?' Harry blinked hard, stared for a moment and tried to work out which of the two blurry Buffys he was talking to. He decided it didn't really matter; they were both smiling and saying the same thing.
'Yesh, I mean no, I don't mind' she hiccupped and looked puzzled for a moment 'but I mean yesh, I read it, it was sooo funny!' she giggled and took another gulp of her Fire whiskey. 'And weird too! Imagine all that stuff about alternate universes, and how, how, like how even right now, right this very second,'..she stabbed at the table unsteadily, as if trying to pin down the wayward second in question.. 'This very second we could be in one of them! Or two. Or.. Or..'
'Or three even?' rejoined Harry, nodding with mock seriousness while his leaning elbow slipped off the edge of the table very nearly spilling his fifth pint of Hogs breath Brewery's finest strong ale.
'Yeah three even!' laughed Buffy while helping pull Harry back up onto his seat. 'And you know what, if it's true...' Harry nodded his head earnestly with a wide eyed but rather glazed expression ' ..well if it's true..' Buffy continued leaning forward conspiratorially '..we might be just characters in someone else's imagination in their universe, or in a book or film or something...'
'Yesh?...' said Harry. 'Oh yesh, but really, that'sh silly, coz they're the ones being imagined by us and we're real! Well I am anyway! I think... In fact you're looking a bit blurry to me, maybe you're not real!' They both giggled and poked each other in an attempt to find out. Harry, his finger passing through the clear air of the second, rather blurrier Buffy, found the unexpected lack of resistance throwing him off balance and somehow sliding him off the side of his chair, so that he unexpectedly discovered he was sitting on the floor, still carefully holding his unspilled pint, and looking up at a laughing Buffy.
"We are soooooo drunk!" Buffy exclaimed, proud of her deductive skills.
"Yesh, we are very, very drunk," Harry agreed, nodding solemnly, also feeling that this was a significant moment.
"We should probably go back to the...to the... to the really big place we live in." She paused, thinking hard. "To the school! Yesh, we should go back to the school." She looked up to see Harry nodding, or rather drooping his head in agreement. Standing, she hauled her drunken pupil to his feet. Rosemerta looked faintly relieved, thankful that they were finally leaving.
Miraculously they made it back to the castle with out passing out, despite stumbling every few feet along the way. In their inebriated state they, like Xander earlier, failed to notice the disturbed ground where Hermione and Spike had been. They fell through the doors to the castle, barely missing Filch or Mrs Norris doing their rounds. Buffy glimpsed the cat's tail, rounding a corner ahead of them. Gently nudging Harry, they both had to suppress giggles that would have given them away. The stairs felt as challenging as a mountain to climb, and both were breathing heavily by the time they reached the Gryffindor tower, feeling the effects of the alcohol slowly wear off from the efforts. Giving her new best friend a huge hug good night, Buffy fell towards her rooms. Harry stood for a moment, figuring out which direction he had to turn to get into his dorm. This allowed Draco to step out of the shadows, where he had been waiting for Harry to return.
"Harry?" he asked cautiously.
"Draco!" Harry exclaimed, almost falling as he spun around to face the object of his desires.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Course you can, Draco, you can always talk to me." Harry's voice was slurred. He turned to the Pink Lady, and stopped as he struggled to remember the password. She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry," she grumbled, swinging open regardless.
"Thank you," Harry dragged Draco into the deserted Common Room. "What's the matter?"
Draco was silent of a moment as he gathered his courage. He was actually thankful that Harry was so clearly drunk, at least there was a chance he wouldn't remember the conversation if he reacted badly. He took a deep breath and looked Harry in the eyes.
"I was raped."
Harry suddenly felt very sober.
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