The Ties That Bind Us
DeadRoseBlush
A Little Less Conversation, A Little More Action
Disclaimer- I own none of the songs, nor Buffy, or HP. However I do own the Kogo family! I also do not own the song that gave me the title; I don't own Barbie Girl, or Wish You Were Here.
Saturday was tomorrow, which meant my 17th birthday was the day after! (The day's date in case anyone's confused is September 24, 2004.) Today was godsend, I hadn't seen my brother in a week, and he had agreed to stop by. Of course it could have been because it was a Birthday Bash in my Common Room. I turned to Dawn. "Do you have all of your cds?"
"How could I not?" she said with a smirk. I nodded and I stopped in front of the portrait.
"The password?" asked a smirking Darla. I rolled my eyes; I guess Hagrid thought it would be funny to put a portrait of the Scourges of Europe on the door instead of the original portrait of a smiling girl who giggled far too much for my liking.
"Stow it." I growled.
"Oh! I don't believe that's it? Too bad, I'm not going to let you in then."
"If you don't let me in Darla I will rip this to shreds." I told her, god how depraved am I? I'm arguing with a painting. Drusilla hissed at me.
"Bad kitty…" she said and hissed again. William patted her leg.
"Yes she is a bad kitty, we shouldn't let her in." he smirked at me. I narrowed my eyes, damn him and his familiar face. Where had I seen him before? Angelus rolled his eyes.
"Let 'er in. 'm not in the mood ta be playin' jokes on th' wee lass." I growled low in my throat.
"Boca del inferno." The portrait swung open, and I walked through, listening to their amused titters. So far they hadn't ventured into the room through the portraits in the room but I was sure they would, Angelus would probably watch me from the portrait of the mermaid that hung in the bathroom. Bloody Perv. Oh great, just great! I was starting to sound like Draco! I stomped into the common room disregarding Hermione and Ron making out on the couch. Dawn walked in behind me, probably confused as to why I was acting this way. I stomped up to my room muttering a hasty 'clockwork orange' to the portrait. I had convinced Draco that our password was so predictable and he had agreed to change it. Hurrah! Dawn came in after me.
"What's a matter?" she asked then saw the delicious brownies I had bribed a House Elf to make. "Oooh! Brownies!" she squealed and shoved one in her mouth.
"Eh, not having a good day. Draco keeps stealing my stuff." I knelt by my trunk and started to search for something to wear. I pulled out a pair of leather pants and wrinkled my nose. Sure why not? I grabbed a black dress shirt and a blood red sports bra.
"So, have anything I can wear?" Dawn asked, spewing brownie bits all over.
"Yeah, search away." I stepped out, not even bothering to button the shirt. "Good?"
"Yeah." Dawn ducked under my arm and started to change, I paced my room.
"I mean really, can't he get his own crap?"
"I dunno, maybe he really does want to screw you." Dawn suggested.
"Ew. How about no?"
"Eh, your loss."
"Yeah well what about you and Harry?"
"What about Harry?"
"You two have tension that breaks a titanium Spork." Dawn came out and rolled her eyes.
"Really, I don't like him."
"Liar."
"I am not lying!"
"Liar… did you forget I'm half vamp?" Glanced at me, a look in her eyes, "Oh come on, I'm not like that at all." Dawn sighed.
"It's still weird. You still have to give me and Herm the whole shebang."
"Yeah, all in due time."
"So, I do like Harry, so what? He can have anyone he wants and it won't be me." I rolled my eyes.
"Harry wants you, believe you me."
"Lalalalalalalalala. I'm not listening!" Dawn pressed her hand over her ears firmly.
"Fine, well then, I guess I'll use my charm and go bag Harry, I bet he's great in the sack." Dawn gave an outraged cry and tackled my legs. I went down with an 'oomph'. Above me the portrait swung open. Draco stood there, glaring at me with enormous disdain.
"Somehow I was hoping you would be into this kinky shit." He muttered. Dawn glared at me. "Now, now, you two, kiss and make up."
"Shove off, Malfoy." I growled.
"Tut, tut, that's no way to talk to you're favorite student." I glared at him. Unfortunately everyone was required to take the class, which Buffy had convinced me to help teach. It was called Muggle Defense. Yay. I untangled myself from Dawn and stood, brushing my pants from imaginary dust.
"That's a detention Mr. Malfoy." I said jokingly, of course he didn't get it.
"What?" he squawked angrily. "You can't give me a detention!"
"I'm a teacher and I will. Of course, I was only kidding but if you want to, that's fine with me." He glared at me.
"No, I think I'm fine. What would my detention be for?"
"For making lewd comments to and about a teacher." I lifted my mouth in a smirk. He glared at me. I grinned. His mouth suddenly lifted in a smirk.
"Oh I see Kogo, you just wanna have me all to your-." I cut off his rude comment with a tap to his head
"Don't you dare get me pissed Malfoy, or you'll find I'm not nice as I seem." I felt his eyes burn into my back as I strode out of the room.
It's time to do something different kiddies; this little POV is going to be in Draco's!
I glared all I could glare for at the stupid Bint's back as she sauntered away. I hate her! I hate her with every single cell of my being. I hate her so much it burns in me like desire. Which perhaps was my undoing in the end, but this isn't about the end, or the middle, only the beginning. Stories never start at the middle or the end, they start at the beginning. But this isn't about stories, not really. This is about my hate for that fucking wench. Yes, that nosy bitch would have her comeuppance. Yes, I think I now have more then one person I hate. Perfect Potter, Weasel, the Mudblood, and the Wench. That fucking bitch embarrassing me. Oh, yes I would get her. I narrowed my eyes at the portrait hole and gave a ghost of a smirk. I glanced at the portrait hole, half hoping I would be able to catch her un-guarded as she often was after that day in the training room. She acted as though a grave injustice had been set down upon her. I thought it was rather swift of me to kiss her like that. Pity she could be such a stiff, she was probably a wildcat in bed. 'No! Bad Draco! Bad!' I think to myself, barely glancing at my magical watch I realize I've been brooding for a damn near hour and a half.
Oh and she is very un-guarded. Dancing with that Wesley chap. A rock song blared on the stereo, "And the walls! Are painted red! As I sit here and write my feelings on paper!" a nasally voice crows it out. I watch her as her hair flies around her wildly as she flings her arms to the ceiling and waves them. Wesley looks satisfied. She smiles up at him with that kind of coy smile that I see on Parkinson's face half of the time. The music slows in tempo and she opts for a slower dance. The next song was bit slower and melancholy. She grasped Wesley's arm and dragged him closer. "The rain blocks the moon. My brain is stuck on the thought of you. And all the pain is seeping through. It was not your plan but it's what you'll do." I thought back to when we were laying on the couch after the stair incident. I was so comfortable, just basking in- no. Not thinking about it. Merlin I would wonder what it would be like to wake up next to her every morning. No, stop it Draco. It's not my plan to settle down with anyone that I've gone to school with, and Merlin especially not Pansy Parkinson. I would rather die.
The common room is filled with people, some I know from my classes and others I know simply from seeing them around. I listened to snatches of conversations, some intriguing and other mediocre. A hand lands on my arm and I immediately go into defensive mode, turning my left hand goes to my wand holster. It's Rae. She smiles up at me.
"Hey!" She shouts over the music. "I thought of the perfect detention!"
"What would you have me do?" I yell.
"Carve stakes!" I raised an eyebrow.
"Sure!" I shout and began to turn.
"Hey! Come back here and dance with me!" The song was slower and her arms went around my neck, she buried her face in my shoulder and mumbled something that sounded like 'You smell good.' Or it could have been, 'Go get food.' Either way I wasn't going to move. A more upbeat song came on and I wrenched myself from her grasp.
"I've got to go." Suddenly I wanted to be apart of this. This thing called living. I wanted to be with people and have some fun. Get pissed and moon some old bat. I am a son of a death eater. It is not my duty to moon old women and go and get drunk with my best mates. I have to be seen not heard, and speak when spoken to. I darted into our room and lay on my bed, I couldn't breath. 'Panic Attack. Breathe Malfoy. In and out. In and out. What also goes in and out kiddies? Ack! Mind out of the gutter! Smooth hot flesh beneath my- shut up Malfoy! Bad! Ugh!' I buried my face in my pillow and tried fruitlessly to banish all of my naughty thoughts. This was gonna be a long night.
I'm switching to normal POV now you know without all of the I's and Me's.
Rae frowned at Malfoy who was running, well more like walking fast, to their room. He opened the portrait hole and climbed through it. She pondered on him for a moment before drawing Wesley into another dance.
Despite popular belief he was actually a very good dancer. A bit shy but now that he had some butterbeer in him the shyness had faded and they danced smooth moves that reminded her vaguely of a swift fight with a master vampire. Or perhaps something with a lot less clothing? She giggled into his ear nipping it with her lips slightly. Both were heady with excitement. She pulled him into a dark corner where no one would notice them. Unless of course you have angry glowing amber eyes and wore more hair gel then a normal person would. Then you might notice. Of course the supersonic hearing was also useful. A shout came form the middle of the room.
"Who wants their future read?" Lorne yelled. People clamored around him. "Choose a song and sing it! Then come see me!" he sat down at a chair with a small table beside it. Sitting on the table was a large glass of brandy. He swirled it and sipped. A giggly bushy haired girl tottered up onto the makeshift stage and started to sing along with the karaoke machine. "I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world. Life in plastic it's fantastic. You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere. Imagination that is your creation…" She quickly finished with the song and stepped down. Lorne beckoned her over and they spoke in hushed whispers. Her eyes went wide. "Twins and three others?" she said loudly.
"Shhh." He said, "It runs in the family." She gave an oh face and went back into the crowd.
In the corner Wes and Rae had retreated to there was smacking noises and low moans. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed her deeply. She cupped her hand against his scratchy five-o-clock-shadow and moaned low in her throat. His hands traveled down to her waist and he pushed the now buttoned shirt up. The rough hands gently caressed her smooth skin. She arched her back into his touch. Deep in the recesses of her mind she questioned what she was doing. 'Stop it now!'
'It feels so good…'
'He's nearly thirty.'
'I don't care.'
'You're gonna get hurt.'
'Oh but I want it so bad.' She curled her form around Wes's and moaned low in his ear nipping it lightly with her teeth and trying vainly to ignore the voice in the back of her mind.
Angel was trying to ignore what was going on in the corner. Really he was. But it was his da- uh Midnight Slay-Buddy Wes was all pressed against. Ugh, he could hear their low moans and the smacking noises as they- dammit what was the modern word for it? Made out? Ah, yes that was it. Grr. This was seriously not funny. He fixed his gaze on Lorne who was speaking to Gunn. "You gotta go out and mark your territory." He slapped Gunn on the back-hard. Gunn stood and walked off shaking his head. Angel's eyes immediately went to the next person up. The kid coughed and grinned to everyone.
"Hi, my name is Liam and I'm gonna sing, well try to, hem, Wish You Were Here by Incubus." He bowed his head and looked up a dreamy look on his face. "I dig my toes into the sand, The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket, I lean against the wind, Pretend that I am weightless, And in this moment I am happy...happy, I wish you were here." Angel listened to his voice and wondered if this is what Buffy had felt every time she thought about him after his trip to hell. He turned his attention to the song. "I lay my head into the sand, The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it, I'm counting UFO's, I signal them with my lighter, And in this moment I am happy...happy, I wish you were here, The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in, Maybe I should hold with care but my hands are busy in the air!" he sang out the chorus and grinned at everyone right before stage-diving. He crowd surfed over to Lorne who smirk.
"Someday kiddo, you are gonna be a star. Come a little closer and I'll tell you the more secret details."
Several moments later Lorne caught his eye and Angel made his way through the crowd to the green demon. "Hey Angel-Hair! What's going on with you?"
"Lorne, My Midnight Slay Buddy is making out with Wesley. Gunn is pissing in the chair I WAS sitting in. And Buffy looks like she's having fun with that Bill guy. What kind of name is Bill anyway?"
"Short for William." Angel groaned.
"Yeah and stupid Spike is haunting me!"
"He is?"
"Have you seen the portrait in the main entrance?"
"Oh yeah! Thought he was familiar. You really did have a heavy accent when that painting was er… painted." Angel glared. Lorne continued, seemingly not noticing, "How did it just go away like that? I mean you didn't retain your accent but Spike retained his? That's just weird. You should really start using it again. And relax, go get drunk." He slapped Angel's back and Angel nodded and grabbed a bottle of butterbeer taking a small sip.
"Ay! This is pretty damn good!" he said, his voice slurred slightly and he had a lightened version of his old accent. A few people raised an eyebrow, swearing that just a few minutes ago he had an accent free voice.
Gunn was talking to Giles when he had the urge to pee. At first he thought nothing of it but then he really had to go. 'Mark my territory. Let's see I sat in that chair so…' He unzipped his pants and peed on the chair letting out a satisfied sigh. He put Free Willy back in his pants and zipped, completely missing the look on Giles face. He hummed and found Angel walking to a chair. 'Mine!' he thought and let loose. Angel looked at him and shook his head while walking over to Lorne. 'I like that plant! Mine!' And so Gunn went, pissing on anything and everything he liked remotely.
Earlier that night…
Lorne beckoned an uncomfortable Wes over to him. "Hey Buddy-Boy! How ya doin'?"
"Fine." Wes grumbled.
"You don't look like it. You need to get laid!" Wes shot him a glare. Lorne looked around the room and spotted Rae talking to Dawnie. He whistled low, "Look at her!" he said and gestured to her with his free hand, the other hand clutching a drink. Wes turned and his eyes went wide. The young woman was absolutely amazing looking. He groaned.
"She barely looks like she's 19."
"Come on Wes! All the shit we went though Buddy. You deserve a night to let down your hair. Well figuratively anyway. Stay here. I'll go talk to her."
"What! Wait Lorne…" he trailed off and frowned. Oh well what harm could come from this?
Lorne made his way to Rae. She immediately shooed her friends away. "Yeah?"
"You know Wes right?"
"Yeah. He's too stressed. Needs to lighten up."
"Well maybe you can dance with him."
"Sure." Lorne winked at Wes who ambled over and smiled weakly at Rae.
"Come on! Let's dance!" she grasped his arm and dragged him into the midst of writhing bodies. After a few minutes and a couple of butterbeers they had both loosened up. Lorne stopped by again.
"Jeez! The Sexual tension between you two couldn't be cut with a chainsaw! Why don't you two go and make out or something!" he said jokingly. Moment later they found themselves doing just what he suggested in a dark corner without even knowing why.
Back to now…
Buffy just couldn't figure it out. Everyone was acting beyond weird. Angel was acting like he would nearly two hundred years ago. Gunn had peed on her cloak. Wes and Rae were making out like two horny teens and worse off Draco Malfoy was acting so enthusiastic that it was scary.
"Does anyone need some more ice?" he asked with a flamboyant grin. She shivered as Angel's arms came down around her.
"Buffy… you… look so tasty!" he said and leaned it for a sloppy kiss. She shoved him off and stomped toward Lorne who was hovering near Gunn, biting his nails.
"What did you do?" she demanded.
"I don't know!" He wailed. She found Willow who was thankfully unaffected.
"Willow you have got to do something!"
"I could put everyone in a deep sleep until we figure out what's going on."
"Do it." Simultaneously everyone fell to the floor in a deep sleep.
"Thank goddess!" Buffy said happily although Gunn was making an increasingly large puddle where he was laying. "Analyze everyone and see whose admitting magic. Although I'm pretty sure it's Lorne." A few minutes later Willow had an answer.
"Lorne got his sleep removed. I guess it's something you can get done at W&H. It's okay for anyone who isn't Empathic but if that happens it really screws with them. I guess whatever Lorne said to people came true. I overheard him saying to Angel about how he shouldn't have done away with the accent and how he needed to get drunk. And it happened. And Wes and Rae. Sexual tension. Oh bad." Willow waved her hands in around and put up her 'stop' stance.
"Oh. And he said that they should go make out… or something. Oh! Oh my!" Buffy paled. She wondered if they had but it was obvious they hadn't. She went over to the curled up couple and smiled slightly.
"They look so innocent." Willow said and Buffy nodded.
"Well Rae is gonna have hell to pay."
"Rae didn't mean to though."
"Well she'll have hell to pay. And Lorne. And Angel. And Wes. And-."
"We get the point Buffy." Willow said.
"We? What are you, Gollum?"
"Ew. No." Willow shook her head, "All of this will end if I restore his sleep." Willow glowed and the glow hurt Buffy's eyes. She turned not wanted to see it.
A few hours' later people were apologizing to each other and Wes and Rae could barely look at each other as they did so. They were alone in a different dark corner. The effects still wearing off as they quickly apologized and then kissed and then apologized again.
Rae frowned and rubbed her cold arms as she trudged back to her room. She said the passwords and wasn't very amused to see the Scourges were fowling up her nice paintings. Angelus leered at her.
"Ew. How about no." she said to him. Darla twined herself around him and they left. Drusilla followed. Spike watched her intently. She tried to ignore him, she really did, but it just wasn't working. "Alright what do you want?" she asked putting her hands on her hips.
"I want to know what I'm like now."
"How should I know!" she said throwing up her hands.
"Dunno but I have a feeling you will know." She made a face.
"Hello, I may be half vamp but I don't get the visions only the dreams."
"Dreams about what, Luv." He said with a lascivious smirk. 'Dammit, he's so sexy…'
"Nothing remotely sexual."
"Liar."
"Slayer dreams."
"Slayer dreams have to do with sex?"
"Iie! I mean they predict the future. Only it's a possible future."
"Interesting."
"That book, what does it say about me?" he asked pointing to the book of currently living vampires, volume one. She sat down on the bed and opened it.
"What year were you painted?"
"1888. Year of the Ripper."
"Nice to know."
"Yes he was really good at what he did."
"Ew. Gross. Anyway. Just stuff. You won't actually die-die for a very long time but you do disappear roughly two years ago. Poof! You're gone! You bag a couple of Slayers. Blah, blah, blah, good luck. Now leave me alone."
"Thanks." He said softly and disappeared from the painting. As he left Draco climbed through the portrait hole.
"Who were you talking to?"
"William."
"Who?" she rolled her eyes and spoke.
"The one with slightly curly brown hair and blue eyes in the common room entrance."
"Oh."
"So for a few hours there you were gayer then a Backstreet Boy." He scowled at her. "Don't give me that look, you know you were." They sat in a compatible silence.
"There's a Hogsmead weekend coming up in a couple of weeks…" he trailed off.
"Yeah?"
"We could go together you know. As friends."
"What? Don't you have anyone else to go with and bug the hell outta?" she asked. Then added on, "Yeah sure. I've got no one to go with. Although I thought by now Blaise would have asked me." She sighed in disappointment muttering Japanese curses every now and then. Draco averted his eyes and stared at one of her rock posters in interest.
"Who's that?"
"Huh? Oh Billy Idol!" Draco laughed.
"You're kidding?"
"Actually his real name is something common. I forget really."
"He looks like a ponce!"
"Ack! Billy Idol is not a ponce!" she screeched and tackled him. They fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs. And suddenly she was well aware that he was a boy, no strike that, man. Their bodies pressed tightly together and his face was only inches from hers, he leaned down and captured her lips from one breathless moment. And when he pulled away she locked her eyes with his pretty gray-blue orbs. And he was still on her. He kissed her again, more passionately. She moaned and pressed her body against his. His hand was tangled in her hair and he opened his eyes again to watch her at the same time she opened hers. Green locked with stormy blue. They flew away from each other with similar cries.
"Ewie!" she yelled as he yelled, "Disgusting! Muggle Taste!"
"I'm not a muggle!" she screeched and went to tackle him again. He stepped back and she fell to the floor.
"Omae o korosu!" she shot at him with her standard glare.
"I'm not the one who decided to tackle an innocent man." She snorted.
"Yeah innocent, right. And I'm the Queen of Sphadoinkle Land." He raised a manicured eyebrow, a small smirk on his handsome face.
"So what is exactly Sphadoinkle Land?"
"Land of etchis. Excuse me, lechers." She said pointedly. His jaw dropped. "What you didn't think I could be a pervert too?" She walked to the common room and sat at the sofa, he joined her unsure of what to say.
"We never did get around to all that birthday rot." He said. She smirked.
"Of course the presents are over there. I counted them, 26 in all. And if I find one missing, I'll beat the persons ass." She said cheerily. They both glanced at the small table which held a shit load of presents, and a cake with candles that had practically melted down.
"So…" he says slowly after a long silence. They sat still close. His sharp eyes pinned her. And suddenly she's underneath him. Her lips responding to his, she let out a groan. He pulled her flush against him, and she thought she might die from pleasure. And that's when the portrait hole swung open and they were caught. The Golden Trio stood there. Harry didn't even bat an eye. Instead he sat on the sofa and said very daringly to Draco. "Could you scoot over a bit? Or better yet leave? You do share a room with her." He said. Draco stole a glance at Rae who grinned at him, they bolted to the room and Harry sighed in contentment as he stretched out on the sofa. "Hmm, very warm…" Hermione went to sit down and pull Ron with her but he pulled away.
"Oh no, I am not sitting where Malfoy and Rae canoodled."
"A TV would be great right now." Harry said staring at the fireplace.
"A TV?" Ron asked.
"You know moving pictures and all that." Hermione said, Ron shrugged a bored look on his face. "Ron! Haven't you been paying attention to my lessons at all?"
"No. They never last long anyhow." He said as his eyes tracing her lips. He grasped her hand and pulled her up. "Uh, I need another lesson. See ya, Harry." He said. Harry rolled his eyes and stared into the fire. He frowned and jumped startled when a voice behind him spoke.
"I touch the fire and it freezes me, I look into and it's black. Why can't I feel? My skin should crack and peel. I want the fire back." He turned and smiled at Dawn.
"I didn't know you could sing. Who is that anyway? I've never heard it."
"Buffy sang it one time when a musical demon invaded town and made everyone sing out their feelings. I had an inspirational moment."
"Ah. I see."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Various things." She sat down.
"The Prophecy?"
"How did you know?"
"Lucky guess. I know when I was little and Buffy died the first time she got gloomy like that too. I mean before when she found out about how she was going to die. I know I was like that when I found I was- never mind."
"What?"
"Nothing. You'll learn about it sometime." She shook her head and gazed into the fire as her hand griped her arm as if it had been sliced by a knife. She made a noise in the back of her throat. "Wanna talk about it?"
"I'm supposed to kill or be killed basically."
"Hn. It's always like that. Sometimes it's sacrificing you for the greater good. A gift really. That's what you're doing Harry. If you jump, meaning if you kill him and you die along the way or live, you're giving the world a gift. A great gift. Death is your gift." She said echoing the First Slayer's words to Buffy of only three years ago.
"That sounds…" he trailed off unable to find the words he was searched for.
"Terrible?" she supplied to him. "I know it does but you bestow death unto Voldemort and you give a gift to the world, Harry. Death is your Gift and at the same time Death is your Curse. You die without killing Voldemort and the world is screwed." Dawn shrugged and shot him a smile. "Harry, don't dwell on that part. Imagine yourself surrounded by the ones you love without fear or pain. Focus on the good. That's the only way you'll stay sane. It's the only way anyone of us in the Sunnydale gang has ever been able to not snap. The good, it's all around you, so quit ignoring it."
"I know but it's hard with him gone." Harry replied.
"Who?"
"My godfather, he was the only real family I had left. He was like my surrogate father." Dawn sighed, tears were itching in her eyes but she refused to cry.
"I know how you feel to lose someone like that. A couple of years ago, before Buffy died the second time, my mom died. She had a blood vessel burst in her brain. They told me it was quick and all she could feel was a little headache. I couldn't believe it when Buffy told me. It was horrible hearing that, one minute I was thinking about how happy my mom had been the night before, and then I'm being told she's dead."
"I miss him so much. He was the only connection to my parents. Even when he was depressed he would put on a happy face to make sure I wouldn't get depressed."
"Harry, what was his name?" Dawn asked tentatively. Harry gave a small smile.
"Sirius Black." He said slowly.
"Hmm. I have to go now." She turned and went to the door. Before she could open it he did perhaps one of the rashest things he had ever done in the world of dating.
"Hey!" Dawn turned and he stood stepping close to her, "Wanna go to with me, you know on a date?" she smiled.
"I'd like that. Where do you wanna meet?"
"Next weekend is a Hogsmead weekend. Want to go then?"
"That's sounds nice. Meet me in the Great Hall for breakfast?"
"Yeah." He said breathlessly. She took a small step toward him and gave him a quick light kiss on his cheek. "See ya Harry." She said smiling a small smile, her cheeks rosy.
"See you, Dawn." He said still blushing red.
Rae and Draco were lying tangled on his bed, his only because hers was covered with books and such. "I take it we're not just friends anymore." She murmured as he traced circles on her stomach where the shirt had ridden up.
"Hmm… no…" he murmured back and kissed her gently.
"Shall we keep it a secret, you know, until Hogsmead."
"If you want to." He replied, perfectly contented at that moment. She made a noise in the back of her throat as he moved away.
"Don't." she whispered. He moved carefully back and she curled into him, suddenly more tired then she had ever been.
Dawn had showered and brushed off the pestering Buffy. She had her own dorm like room; across the small hall was Willow's room. Faith and Buffy had room's further up the staircase, while the men had their own rooms up a different staircase. She sat in front of the mirror brushing her tangled wet hair. When she was done she sat down on her bed and beckoned the candle closer. It floated closer and she quickly finished up her essay for Potions with a slim smile of satisfaction. It was only then that she reached for the book Rae had lent her. It was about "mythical creatures" and goddesses. Dawn traced the lines of a pretty picture and smiled. She wished her artwork was like this, it was simply amazing. She wondered briefly if the monks who made her had made this kind of artwork as well. She remembered reading in history that monks used to draw and paint artwork of biblical scenes. She turned the page and froze at the title. In elegant letters in brilliant green were the words: The Key. Her eyes flew over the page absorbing the information, and then she paused. 'Powers of the Key? What the hell?' She read that passage in a whispered voice, almost afraid to hear it out loud.
"The Key, if put into a human form will began to develop powers after his or hers 17th birthday, his or hers coming of the age. It depends on the sex of a child. If the child is male, his powers include a range of animal forms, superior strength, heightened senses, and a choice of immortality later in life. If the child is a female her powers include control of the elements, heightened senses including awareness of all things magical, healing, and psychic dreams or visions. Full list of powers on next page." The book dropped from her numb hands and chill washed over her. Her skin crawled, she stared at the picture. It was intricate but she focused on the form of a man and woman holding hands, a green glow about them. "No…" she whispered. "This is not happening." She trembled and a sob built up inside her breast. "I was hoping for a normal life! Now I get to have freaking visions, oh god." She thought of what she might see, death one of the many, and she blanched.
Late into the night her mind was still running and she couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned, and finally resorted to knocking on Buffy's door.
"Dawnie? What's wrong?" Her mind ran to the possibility of telling Buffy, but she shed from the idea.
"I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you?"
"Sure." Buffy chirped and opened the door wide. Dawn climbed into the large bed and curled up against her sister's familiar figure. She slowly fell asleep listening to Buffy's steady breathing.
A/N: This chapter was hard to write and I changed a lot of things. In the end I was happy with the Dawn parts because I've neglected her a lot. I liked the ending and never planned on any of that happening. Hope you liked it.
Pem- glad you liked it. Sorry I neglected to use a lot of Japanese in this chapter. I sort of slipped out of using it, and I'm not very familiar with it. I need to ask my friend for help. Wow I wish I could go to Japan! I'm fairly broke at the moment and my mum refuses to let me go… hmm maybe I could win a trip… domo arigatou!