Summary: HPBTVS XOVER: After a potions accident, Harry and Draco lands in Sunnydale. Can the boys come over their animosity towards the other, and can Dawn help Draco come to terms with his life? DracoDawn and perhaps a little DawnHarry
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling and Joss Whedon. I only own the plot or at least some of it!
A/N: Thanks to Sabrina, snapes gryffindor goddess, The elven princess, Katkit, draco's sex bitch, Akalea, Megz01, Anne-Marie, chicklepea, WickedforDraco, magid bond, briseis and VedGirl1201! I hope you'll like chapter 2 as much as chapter 1.
Special note to:
snapes gryffindor goddess: Hi Crystal. I hope you like the way I'll continue this story. I finally got sometime to write on this fantastic fanfiction, that I was so lucky to adopt from you.
Chapter 2 – The fireplace
"Oh god, why is it already morning again?" mumbled Dawn, when the first daylight entered her room. She never really was a morning person; she just thought that it would be better if school wouldn't start until noon.
"Dawn, are you up yet?" asked Buffy, who was standing outside in the hallway, knocking softly at the door. She was about to knock on the door again, harder this time, when Dawn opened the door, still wearing her pajamas.
"Don't worry, I'm up," said Dawn groggily, while scratching the back of her head.
Buffy couldn't help but chuckle of the sight of her younger sister.
Dawn just gave her sister a glare, and then walked to the bathroom slamming the door behind her as she closed it.
"Uh... Grumpy, again," said Buffy, grinning. She left Dawn alone, and walked downstairs in the living room, where two young boys where sitting in the couch, yawning.
"You could have slept a bit longer if you wanted," said Buffy, noticing that both boys looked tired. Then another slamming door was heard upstairs, and she realized that it had been Dawn who had woken up the two 'guests'. She made a mental note to remember that she had to talk to Dawn about slamming with doors.
"Hard to sleep in this noise," said the blond boy, sneering at the Slayer.
"Breakfast?" asked Buffy through gritted teeth. She knew Dawn made a lot of noise in the mornings, but who was this boy to say that?
"Yes please, breakfast would be great," answered Harry politely, trying to fix the bad mood of the Slayer that Draco had caused. Had Malfoy no manners at all?
Buffy walked to the kitchen, followed by Harry and Draco. She gestured with her hand, as if saying that they could just take a seat. They did, both looking wearily at the Slayer as she looked in the fridge trying to find something they could eat.
But, being a bad cook as Buffy was, she gave up and found two bowls and filled them with cereals, leaving it up to the boys to add the milk.
"Thanks," said Harry, and slowly lifted the spoon, trying to eat without causing the terrible headache to grow. Why was it again that his head hurt? Memories of yesterday came flooding back, and it felt like he hit the crypt wall again.
"Ouch," he murmured, while carefully petting his head, trying to soothe the pain away.
"Does it still hurts?" asked a voice, and both Draco and Harry looked towards the door where a beautiful girl was standing. Where Dawn was standing, the Slayer's little sister.
"Yeah, a bit," replied Harry, looking at the girl, trying not to blush. Then he looked at Draco and asked, "Malfoy, do you think you could perform some sort of pain lifting spell?"
He waited for Malfoy to cruelly laugh, but Malfoy just nodded - much to Harry's surprise - and found his wand, saying the spell.
"Thanks," mumbled Harry, fully knowing that Malfoy had only helped him so no one could blame him when they came back to Hogwarts. Typical of a Slytherin, they only helped others if they gained something from it.
"Do you have a fireplace we may use?" asked Draco, when he was finally finished with his cereals.
"A fireplace?" asked Willow, who had just entered the kitchen, followed by Xander.
"What do you need a fireplace for?" asked Dawn, who was packing her bag pack for the school.
"Duh! How else would we communicate with our school?" said Draco, looking at them as if they were stupid. Then he added, "Stupid muggles!"
Harry glared at Draco, who tried to look innocent as possible. Harry was just grateful that none of the others had heard Malfoy's last remark, because he was sure that if they had heard it, they would have been offended. And that was no matter if they knew what muggles meant or what.
"Uh uh," whined Willow, while flapping with her arms, as if she was a bird or something like that. "Can I watch?"
"Though I really wanted to see how you could communicate through a fireplace, I have to go to school. Goodbye," said Dawn, and left the house through the front door.
Draco couldn't help but checking her out as she walked. If she hadn't been a muggle he might have ravished her here and now, but she was not a pureblood, and Malfoy's would never settle with anything else than a pureblood.
Buffy showed them into the living room, and nearly had a heart attack when an old man's head was hanging in the fireplace. She grabbed the nearest weapon, and was about to stab the face, when a boy yelled, "No".
"He is our headmaster!" cried Harry, and blocked her view from the fireplace.
"Oh... Sorry about that. Thought you where another monster," said Buffy, sheepishly.
"That's quite okay my dear. Albus Dumbledore is the name, and you are... You must be Miss Summers, correct?"
Buffy was about to ask how he would know that, when the fair-haired boy interrupted.
"So, could you please move Professor, we can't come through if you don't move," he tried to say it politely, but couldn't help but sneering at the old foolish man.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, I see that you're alright. But I'm sorry that I can not let you come home right now. The potion you made in Potions was supposed to give you an insight of where you would be most needed right now, but since your potion exploded, it's not possible to come home until you have done what you were supposed to do right there, and it looks like you have something to do in Sunnydale. And why waste a splendid opportunity of exploring the Hellmouth, when you are there, eh?" asked the Professor, and winked.
"I was hoping that you Miss Summers would be able to show the boys around, and perhaps let them explore a bit of Sunnydale by night?"
Buffy nodded, and smiled at the old man. He was sweet, in a weird kind of way. But she liked him, and she perfectly understood why he wanted them to 'explore' Sunnydale at night, as he had so delicate said it. Those two boys were bickering a lot, and if she weren't mistaken, he wanted them to be friends.
Dumbledore left the fireplace, and they all looked at each other silently, waiting for someone to break the silence.
"Wow, that would give me more time to learn about your magic, and Giles would probably love to hear about it too..." said Willow, in a dreamy voice. Draco glared at her, as if he wanted to tell them anything. If they wanted to learn, Potter could help them with that.
"Sure, you may ask anything you want, right Malfoy?" asked Harry.
"Whatever!" sneered Draco, glaring evilly at Harry.
Harry sighed. At least he hadn't said no directly, eh?
"So, what shall we do now?" asked Xander, looking at Buffy for an explanation.
"Eh, do you have some proper clothes on under your cloaks?" asked the Slayer, while pointing at their dark cloaks.
"Yeah, of course we have!" said Draco in a 'duh' voice.
"Malfoy, please behave! You are not home in Malfoy Manor!" groaned Harry.
"Thank God for that," mumbled Draco so silent that nobody but Buffy who was standing right behind him, heard it.
"Well, you can leave your cloaks on the couch, right Buff? Then we can go and visit the Magic Shop, and then we can visit Giles, who by the way is actually expecting us, and then we can show you the high school when we pick up Dawn, wouldn't that just be fun? And after that we could show you around the town, and we could visit the cemeteries..." said Willow, and continued with her list of what to do today.
"Don't worry, we won't do all that today," whispered Buffy to Draco, when she saw his worried look. Draco looked at the Slayer, and smiled.
"Good, because my shoulder hurts like hell, and don't you dare tell anyone that I said that!" hissed Draco, but laughed when the older girl started to giggle.
"Sure thing Mr. Malfoy," she said, and chuckled.
"Please, call me Draco. Mr. Malfoy reminds me too much of my father," added Draco in a sad voice.
"Of course... Draco. But then you shall call me Buffy, okay?"
Buffy smiled at the blond boy, who reminded her so much of a mini Spike. She could feel that the boy disliked his father, and she intended to find out why he had gotten those marks on his back. Maybe she could help?
"Good, now... To the Magic Shop!" yelled Xander, as if he was leading a military group.
Buffy and Willow exchange smiles and said a, "Aye, aye sir!"
A/N: So, did you like it? Please review and let me know, thanks! Oh yeah, this fanfiction has no betas, so please be kind if you find some mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling and Joss Whedon. I only own the plot or at least some of it!
A/N: Thanks to Sabrina, snapes gryffindor goddess, The elven princess, Katkit, draco's sex bitch, Akalea, Megz01, Anne-Marie, chicklepea, WickedforDraco, magid bond, briseis and VedGirl1201! I hope you'll like chapter 2 as much as chapter 1.
Special note to:
snapes gryffindor goddess: Hi Crystal. I hope you like the way I'll continue this story. I finally got sometime to write on this fantastic fanfiction, that I was so lucky to adopt from you.
Chapter 2 – The fireplace
"Oh god, why is it already morning again?" mumbled Dawn, when the first daylight entered her room. She never really was a morning person; she just thought that it would be better if school wouldn't start until noon.
"Dawn, are you up yet?" asked Buffy, who was standing outside in the hallway, knocking softly at the door. She was about to knock on the door again, harder this time, when Dawn opened the door, still wearing her pajamas.
"Don't worry, I'm up," said Dawn groggily, while scratching the back of her head.
Buffy couldn't help but chuckle of the sight of her younger sister.
Dawn just gave her sister a glare, and then walked to the bathroom slamming the door behind her as she closed it.
"Uh... Grumpy, again," said Buffy, grinning. She left Dawn alone, and walked downstairs in the living room, where two young boys where sitting in the couch, yawning.
"You could have slept a bit longer if you wanted," said Buffy, noticing that both boys looked tired. Then another slamming door was heard upstairs, and she realized that it had been Dawn who had woken up the two 'guests'. She made a mental note to remember that she had to talk to Dawn about slamming with doors.
"Hard to sleep in this noise," said the blond boy, sneering at the Slayer.
"Breakfast?" asked Buffy through gritted teeth. She knew Dawn made a lot of noise in the mornings, but who was this boy to say that?
"Yes please, breakfast would be great," answered Harry politely, trying to fix the bad mood of the Slayer that Draco had caused. Had Malfoy no manners at all?
Buffy walked to the kitchen, followed by Harry and Draco. She gestured with her hand, as if saying that they could just take a seat. They did, both looking wearily at the Slayer as she looked in the fridge trying to find something they could eat.
But, being a bad cook as Buffy was, she gave up and found two bowls and filled them with cereals, leaving it up to the boys to add the milk.
"Thanks," said Harry, and slowly lifted the spoon, trying to eat without causing the terrible headache to grow. Why was it again that his head hurt? Memories of yesterday came flooding back, and it felt like he hit the crypt wall again.
"Ouch," he murmured, while carefully petting his head, trying to soothe the pain away.
"Does it still hurts?" asked a voice, and both Draco and Harry looked towards the door where a beautiful girl was standing. Where Dawn was standing, the Slayer's little sister.
"Yeah, a bit," replied Harry, looking at the girl, trying not to blush. Then he looked at Draco and asked, "Malfoy, do you think you could perform some sort of pain lifting spell?"
He waited for Malfoy to cruelly laugh, but Malfoy just nodded - much to Harry's surprise - and found his wand, saying the spell.
"Thanks," mumbled Harry, fully knowing that Malfoy had only helped him so no one could blame him when they came back to Hogwarts. Typical of a Slytherin, they only helped others if they gained something from it.
"Do you have a fireplace we may use?" asked Draco, when he was finally finished with his cereals.
"A fireplace?" asked Willow, who had just entered the kitchen, followed by Xander.
"What do you need a fireplace for?" asked Dawn, who was packing her bag pack for the school.
"Duh! How else would we communicate with our school?" said Draco, looking at them as if they were stupid. Then he added, "Stupid muggles!"
Harry glared at Draco, who tried to look innocent as possible. Harry was just grateful that none of the others had heard Malfoy's last remark, because he was sure that if they had heard it, they would have been offended. And that was no matter if they knew what muggles meant or what.
"Uh uh," whined Willow, while flapping with her arms, as if she was a bird or something like that. "Can I watch?"
"Though I really wanted to see how you could communicate through a fireplace, I have to go to school. Goodbye," said Dawn, and left the house through the front door.
Draco couldn't help but checking her out as she walked. If she hadn't been a muggle he might have ravished her here and now, but she was not a pureblood, and Malfoy's would never settle with anything else than a pureblood.
Buffy showed them into the living room, and nearly had a heart attack when an old man's head was hanging in the fireplace. She grabbed the nearest weapon, and was about to stab the face, when a boy yelled, "No".
"He is our headmaster!" cried Harry, and blocked her view from the fireplace.
"Oh... Sorry about that. Thought you where another monster," said Buffy, sheepishly.
"That's quite okay my dear. Albus Dumbledore is the name, and you are... You must be Miss Summers, correct?"
Buffy was about to ask how he would know that, when the fair-haired boy interrupted.
"So, could you please move Professor, we can't come through if you don't move," he tried to say it politely, but couldn't help but sneering at the old foolish man.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, I see that you're alright. But I'm sorry that I can not let you come home right now. The potion you made in Potions was supposed to give you an insight of where you would be most needed right now, but since your potion exploded, it's not possible to come home until you have done what you were supposed to do right there, and it looks like you have something to do in Sunnydale. And why waste a splendid opportunity of exploring the Hellmouth, when you are there, eh?" asked the Professor, and winked.
"I was hoping that you Miss Summers would be able to show the boys around, and perhaps let them explore a bit of Sunnydale by night?"
Buffy nodded, and smiled at the old man. He was sweet, in a weird kind of way. But she liked him, and she perfectly understood why he wanted them to 'explore' Sunnydale at night, as he had so delicate said it. Those two boys were bickering a lot, and if she weren't mistaken, he wanted them to be friends.
Dumbledore left the fireplace, and they all looked at each other silently, waiting for someone to break the silence.
"Wow, that would give me more time to learn about your magic, and Giles would probably love to hear about it too..." said Willow, in a dreamy voice. Draco glared at her, as if he wanted to tell them anything. If they wanted to learn, Potter could help them with that.
"Sure, you may ask anything you want, right Malfoy?" asked Harry.
"Whatever!" sneered Draco, glaring evilly at Harry.
Harry sighed. At least he hadn't said no directly, eh?
"So, what shall we do now?" asked Xander, looking at Buffy for an explanation.
"Eh, do you have some proper clothes on under your cloaks?" asked the Slayer, while pointing at their dark cloaks.
"Yeah, of course we have!" said Draco in a 'duh' voice.
"Malfoy, please behave! You are not home in Malfoy Manor!" groaned Harry.
"Thank God for that," mumbled Draco so silent that nobody but Buffy who was standing right behind him, heard it.
"Well, you can leave your cloaks on the couch, right Buff? Then we can go and visit the Magic Shop, and then we can visit Giles, who by the way is actually expecting us, and then we can show you the high school when we pick up Dawn, wouldn't that just be fun? And after that we could show you around the town, and we could visit the cemeteries..." said Willow, and continued with her list of what to do today.
"Don't worry, we won't do all that today," whispered Buffy to Draco, when she saw his worried look. Draco looked at the Slayer, and smiled.
"Good, because my shoulder hurts like hell, and don't you dare tell anyone that I said that!" hissed Draco, but laughed when the older girl started to giggle.
"Sure thing Mr. Malfoy," she said, and chuckled.
"Please, call me Draco. Mr. Malfoy reminds me too much of my father," added Draco in a sad voice.
"Of course... Draco. But then you shall call me Buffy, okay?"
Buffy smiled at the blond boy, who reminded her so much of a mini Spike. She could feel that the boy disliked his father, and she intended to find out why he had gotten those marks on his back. Maybe she could help?
"Good, now... To the Magic Shop!" yelled Xander, as if he was leading a military group.
Buffy and Willow exchange smiles and said a, "Aye, aye sir!"
A/N: So, did you like it? Please review and let me know, thanks! Oh yeah, this fanfiction has no betas, so please be kind if you find some mistakes.