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A/N: Fourth chapter! Not as long as the last chapter! Sorry if I kept you waiting. Please stay with this story! Here's one of the chapters where you can tell the author was insane while writing some of the scenes. One of my muses, the squirrel muse, just HAD to be in my story. It threatened to stalk me, even though it already does that, but it threatened to stalk me even more. Actually, if you want to meet all of my muses. Read the bottom author's note. Enjoy! Read and Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel characters. I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. I also do not own any of the songs that are mentioned in this chapter except for one. I also do not own the msn chat thingy. But, I do own the crazed, gray squirrel.
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The Squirrel
Winifred held up a vial of purplish silver liquid. A small smile played across her lips as the substance swirled within the vial.
"It's ready," she whispered
Spike smirked and took the concoction from her. He quickly put it into a small cooler where they stored restricted potions to keep them cool.
They'd never know what was about to take place.
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Draco opened his laptop (charmed to work inside of Hogwarts, courtesy of Spike) and quickly logged into his msn messenger. He quickly looked through his list of friends to see who was online. His only buddy online was Lady_Atlantis. He had met this user a long time ago when he had been first introduced to the Internet. He smirked and typed a message to her.
Albino_dragon: Lady..
Lady_Atlantis: Dragon?
Albino_dragon: In the scales.
Lady_Atlantis: Lol. You never change your spots.
Albino_dragon: If you haven't noticed, dragons are incomparable to leopards.
Lady_Atlantis: I suppose you're right.
Albino_dragon: What's this? Lady admitting to being wrong? Amazing. anyway. Can I ask you something?
Lady_Atlantis: Go ahead.
Albino_dragon: Well, ever since I was capable of comprehension, I've thought a certain group of people are. unacceptable. and must be shunned. And one of these people, a girl, completely breaks my belief.
Lady_Atlantis: How so?
Albino_dragon: She's smart, beautiful, and she has all of the gifts that are found in the purist of people.
Lady_Atlantis: You sound like someone from school.
Albino_dragon: Elaborate.
Lady_Atlantis: No, it doesn't matter. About the advice: Try to get to know the girl. Dragon, for as long as I've known you, you've been the nicest guy I've ever met. I'm sure she'll fall for you. Have you fallen for her?
Albino_dragon: I don't know. This all just hit me.
Lady_Atlantis: Oh, well, if she hates you (which she probably does), then you should call a civil truce.
Albino_dragon: Alright, I'll try. Thanks Lady.
Lady_Atlantis: Anytime. Well, I g2g. I'll talk to you later. And update me!
Albino_dragon: Okay, good-bye, my Lady.
Lady_Atlantis: Lol. Good-bye Dragon.
Hermione closed down her laptop and leans back in her chair. Dragon seemed to be in the same predicament as she was. She shook her head at the irony of it all.
It had been three days since Fred and Spike had come to Hogwarts. In that time span, she and Malfoy had had five rows. She barely ever got to see Harry and Ron. Head duties tied her down along with the larger load of work her teachers gave the seventh years. Life seemed to be hectic. She hardly ever saw ANY of her friends. Hell, she saw Malfoy more than she saw Harry and Ron. The thought alone made her shudder.
Hermione looked at her clock and nearly jumped out of her skin. She had two minutes to get to the music room. She hastily grabbed an outfit from her wardrobe, changed into them in a record time of ten seconds, and threw on her robe. She exited her room and ran, full tilt, towards the east tower. She hurriedly yelled the password to the music room and burst into the room, gasping for breath.
Draco had previously arrived and had been reading a book. He looked up to see a rather disheveled Granger come into the room. He felt his jeans become two sizes too small in one area as he observed her appearance.
Her hair was wild and untamed as if she had had a good toss in bed. Her hand was placed over her heaving bosom as she gasped for breath, reminding him of a woman having an orgasm. Her clothes seemed to have been thrown on in haste as she had somehow mismatched the buttons of her shirt with the buttonholes with which they belonged in.
Granger noticed his staring and shifted uncomfortably. He wrenched his gaze away from her suggestive profile and returned to his book.
Lady_Atlantis' advice rang in his mind. 'Oh, well, if she hates you (which she probably does) then you should call a civil truce.'
He grabbed his sketchpad and pen and began to draw again, his book lay forgotten. He drew a picture of Granger looking like a funk punk. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail above the back of her visor. Black capris with several chains, and a tight, white wife beater were what she wore. Her facial expression was that of smug mocking. Various necklaces hung from her neck, and on her right bicep was a tattoo of the bust of an elephant. It was the Fergie look from Black Eyed Peas.
He turned to a fresh sheet and drew her lying on a bed, a seductive, lopsided smile playing across her lips. She wore nothing but a black sheet, which was twisted around her naked body. A snake slithered around her beauteous form.
"Why do you draw me?" came a warm whisper in his ear.
He turned his head slightly so that he was looking directly into milk chocolate brown eyes.
He lifted his shoulders in a careless shrug. Granger was sitting right beside him. She had obviously righted her appearance. She reached out and gently took his pen and sketchpad. In a matter of minutes, she gave him back the sketchpad. On a fresh sheet, she had drawn an elaborate dragon. It was pure white and had a majestic air to it. Above the dragon was the title 'Albino_dragon.' Draco was surprised to see his chat username as the title.
He turned to a new sheet, and began to draw. He easily drew Granger in an Old Age, flowing dress. She stood on a rock, surrounded by a sea of water. Walls of water reached towards the heavens. Intricate, white markings were painted on her forehead, cheeks, and arms. At the top of the picture he wrote 'Lady_Atlantis.'
She nodded and Draco felt his stomach drop. She knew ALL of his secrets. He felt vulnerable, and a Malfoy should never feel assailable.
He stood and began to pace around the room before Granger.
"Draco?" she whispered.
He halted in his path and felt as if all of his negative emotions had washed away by that simple whisper of his own name. He turned to look at her. She was pale and trembling slightly.
"Truce?" he asked, a lopsided smile faintly touched his lips.
A similar smile touched Granger's lips.
"Truce," she confirmed.
Draco sat down beside her and sighed.
"Relax, Draco. I don't bite," she stated.
"Thank God you don't have those huge teeth anymore, or else it would seriously hurt if you still had those beaver teeth," he teased.
Hermione shook her head in exasperation. She knew there were just some parts of Draco that you couldn't get past. He smirked at her and laid his head down in her lap. She picked up his forgotten book, 'Most Potente Potions,' and began to read its contents aloud as she ran her fingers through his incredibly soft hair.
Three hours later, Hermione set down the book and smiled down at Draco.
"Draco," she called softly and prodded him.
Draco groggily opened one eye and groaned. "Arg, my neck is stiff," he muttered and sat up, massaging his neck.
Hermione rolled her eyes and began to massage the muscles around his neck. He moaned slightly and Hermione laughed at his noises. They both turned towards the clock as the timepiece chimed ten consecutive times.
Draco stood and held out his hand. Hermione took his hand and pulled her up. The dreaded awkward pause ensued. (KILL THE AWKWARDNESS!)
Draco cleared his throat and looked down at her. "Well, uh, I'll see you tomorrow," he said, keeping his expression impassive.
"Yeah." she muttered and looked up at him.
She suddenly grinned, getting past the awkwardness. (Thank you, Hermione.)
She grabbed his hand and kissed the back of his hand.
"Good 'morrow to ye Lord Ferret," she bid to him, a smirk playing across her lips.
Draco smirked back. A game? Draco likes games. He likes winning games, and he'll do anything to win. A memory of their dance competition from their first 'buddy session' formed in his mind's eye.
"Quiet smirf, or I'll tell everyone in school about the time you spilled a potion on yourself and ended up running through the eighth corridor with blue skin," he warned and smirked at her.
Hermione's eyes narrowed in a playful manner. "Oh, you're good, but keep a wary eye out tomorrow at lunch," she hissed in that same playful manner before gliding out of the room to go to bed.
~*~
Meanwhile, out on the Hogwarts grounds, a small, gray squirrel perched on a windowsill on Hagrid's hut began to sing. Its high pitched, squeaky voice rang out across the grounds. (Who says a squirrel can't sing? Remember! IT'S MAGICAL!)
"Anything you can do, I can do better. I can do anything better than you," it sang.
Fang growled and glared at the annoying vermin.
"No, you can't," he replied, knowing that Hagrid wasn't paying attention. (I doubt Fang is JUST a dog. I mean, look at the drool. You can just TELL that he's a genius, and geniuses can talk!)
The squirrel drew in air, puffing its chest up. "Yes, I can," it squeaked.
"No, you can't," Fang retorted in a deep baritone.
"Yes, I can," it replied in a finalizing, squeaky voice.
Hagrid turned around and glared at the squirrel. "Shut up!" he yelled and chucked his shoe at the vile creature.
The annoying creature squealed dramatically and fell to the ground, a maniac cackle (more like a giggle) issuing from the small thing shortly after. Alas, it choked on an acorn it had been previously eating.
If Hogwarts only knew that a crazed, rabid squirrel was stalking two of its inhabitants.
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Grey Squirrel: My crazed, stalker muse. Don't be mean to him just because it's freaky, he just wants to be LOVED. It's just like a fangirl/guy. It stalks its long lost love even though it has absolutely no chances with its prey- er I mean lover. Grey squirrel usually appears when I'm feeling slightly insane. Don't let those big brown eyes and bushy tail fool you. Even Headmaster Albus Dumbledore knows not to mess with him.
Seranheiti: My spy muse. Yes, she goes between my dark muse and my light muse as a double agent spy. She's neutral between light and dark. Which is why she has chalk white skin and jet black hair. She actually looks a bit like Harry Potter. Except for the fact that she has markings ALL over her and she has completely black eyes. Yep. She definitely freaks me out. She comes out in my stories when I'm talking about Severus Snape, or Draco as a spy, and when I'm writing about Spike in this story. But I think Spike is attracted to this mysterious beauty.bad Spike! You're supposed to stay with Fred!
Kito: My saucy muse! Yes, he's a sex kitten. He's got furry black ears and a tail.teehee. He actually looks like Draco, but with longer hair and the cat features. He comes out in those saucy scenes that seem to be occurring more and more in this story. Lol. Too bad Grey Squirrel doesn't like him. Or else I would have brought Kito into the story. He's mysterious like Seranheiti too. Oooo mysterious, tall, dark, and handsome cat boy. Yummeh!
Dagger: My dark muse! He's yummeh too! He's EVIL! He comes out when Moldy Voldy comes out. Dagger is made of shadows.and he can become corporeal.which is when he comes out of the shadows and into the light. I think he's in love with Seranheiti. My god, everyone loves Seranheiti! He also loves Inferna.
Inferna: My anger muse! She is unleashed in the scenes whenever one of the characters is ready to kill. That happens a lot. oh well. Inferna looks like she belongs to the Weasleys..how odd. Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned.
Nell: My depression muse. Yes, she is a depressed girl. She's also very dramatic! Black hair, sickly pale skin, anorexic..she tends to make her appearance after a fight, when everyone is depressed. Nell tends to also turn evil.to take revenge on those who have hurt her! RUN AWAY!
Bob: My humor muse. He's very funny. Whether it's is dirty humor, stupid humor, he can do it all! He has no hair, sorry ladies. He's just a younger version of a hairless Dumbledore.
And last but not least, Lucius: My light muse. Okay, my Lucius has nothing to do with the Harry Potter Lucius. Lucius means of the light. He's not evil. He has skin that glows and blonde hair, and he looks like an angel. He's perty. He tends to appear in the happy, dramatic scenes at the end of a story when everyone is happy and hugging. Ah.
So, which muse do you want to appear in the next chapter?
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A/N: Fourth chapter! Not as long as the last chapter! Sorry if I kept you waiting. Please stay with this story! Here's one of the chapters where you can tell the author was insane while writing some of the scenes. One of my muses, the squirrel muse, just HAD to be in my story. It threatened to stalk me, even though it already does that, but it threatened to stalk me even more. Actually, if you want to meet all of my muses. Read the bottom author's note. Enjoy! Read and Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel characters. I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. I also do not own any of the songs that are mentioned in this chapter except for one. I also do not own the msn chat thingy. But, I do own the crazed, gray squirrel.
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The Squirrel
Winifred held up a vial of purplish silver liquid. A small smile played across her lips as the substance swirled within the vial.
"It's ready," she whispered
Spike smirked and took the concoction from her. He quickly put it into a small cooler where they stored restricted potions to keep them cool.
They'd never know what was about to take place.
~*~
Draco opened his laptop (charmed to work inside of Hogwarts, courtesy of Spike) and quickly logged into his msn messenger. He quickly looked through his list of friends to see who was online. His only buddy online was Lady_Atlantis. He had met this user a long time ago when he had been first introduced to the Internet. He smirked and typed a message to her.
Albino_dragon: Lady..
Lady_Atlantis: Dragon?
Albino_dragon: In the scales.
Lady_Atlantis: Lol. You never change your spots.
Albino_dragon: If you haven't noticed, dragons are incomparable to leopards.
Lady_Atlantis: I suppose you're right.
Albino_dragon: What's this? Lady admitting to being wrong? Amazing. anyway. Can I ask you something?
Lady_Atlantis: Go ahead.
Albino_dragon: Well, ever since I was capable of comprehension, I've thought a certain group of people are. unacceptable. and must be shunned. And one of these people, a girl, completely breaks my belief.
Lady_Atlantis: How so?
Albino_dragon: She's smart, beautiful, and she has all of the gifts that are found in the purist of people.
Lady_Atlantis: You sound like someone from school.
Albino_dragon: Elaborate.
Lady_Atlantis: No, it doesn't matter. About the advice: Try to get to know the girl. Dragon, for as long as I've known you, you've been the nicest guy I've ever met. I'm sure she'll fall for you. Have you fallen for her?
Albino_dragon: I don't know. This all just hit me.
Lady_Atlantis: Oh, well, if she hates you (which she probably does), then you should call a civil truce.
Albino_dragon: Alright, I'll try. Thanks Lady.
Lady_Atlantis: Anytime. Well, I g2g. I'll talk to you later. And update me!
Albino_dragon: Okay, good-bye, my Lady.
Lady_Atlantis: Lol. Good-bye Dragon.
Hermione closed down her laptop and leans back in her chair. Dragon seemed to be in the same predicament as she was. She shook her head at the irony of it all.
It had been three days since Fred and Spike had come to Hogwarts. In that time span, she and Malfoy had had five rows. She barely ever got to see Harry and Ron. Head duties tied her down along with the larger load of work her teachers gave the seventh years. Life seemed to be hectic. She hardly ever saw ANY of her friends. Hell, she saw Malfoy more than she saw Harry and Ron. The thought alone made her shudder.
Hermione looked at her clock and nearly jumped out of her skin. She had two minutes to get to the music room. She hastily grabbed an outfit from her wardrobe, changed into them in a record time of ten seconds, and threw on her robe. She exited her room and ran, full tilt, towards the east tower. She hurriedly yelled the password to the music room and burst into the room, gasping for breath.
Draco had previously arrived and had been reading a book. He looked up to see a rather disheveled Granger come into the room. He felt his jeans become two sizes too small in one area as he observed her appearance.
Her hair was wild and untamed as if she had had a good toss in bed. Her hand was placed over her heaving bosom as she gasped for breath, reminding him of a woman having an orgasm. Her clothes seemed to have been thrown on in haste as she had somehow mismatched the buttons of her shirt with the buttonholes with which they belonged in.
Granger noticed his staring and shifted uncomfortably. He wrenched his gaze away from her suggestive profile and returned to his book.
Lady_Atlantis' advice rang in his mind. 'Oh, well, if she hates you (which she probably does) then you should call a civil truce.'
He grabbed his sketchpad and pen and began to draw again, his book lay forgotten. He drew a picture of Granger looking like a funk punk. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail above the back of her visor. Black capris with several chains, and a tight, white wife beater were what she wore. Her facial expression was that of smug mocking. Various necklaces hung from her neck, and on her right bicep was a tattoo of the bust of an elephant. It was the Fergie look from Black Eyed Peas.
He turned to a fresh sheet and drew her lying on a bed, a seductive, lopsided smile playing across her lips. She wore nothing but a black sheet, which was twisted around her naked body. A snake slithered around her beauteous form.
"Why do you draw me?" came a warm whisper in his ear.
He turned his head slightly so that he was looking directly into milk chocolate brown eyes.
He lifted his shoulders in a careless shrug. Granger was sitting right beside him. She had obviously righted her appearance. She reached out and gently took his pen and sketchpad. In a matter of minutes, she gave him back the sketchpad. On a fresh sheet, she had drawn an elaborate dragon. It was pure white and had a majestic air to it. Above the dragon was the title 'Albino_dragon.' Draco was surprised to see his chat username as the title.
He turned to a new sheet, and began to draw. He easily drew Granger in an Old Age, flowing dress. She stood on a rock, surrounded by a sea of water. Walls of water reached towards the heavens. Intricate, white markings were painted on her forehead, cheeks, and arms. At the top of the picture he wrote 'Lady_Atlantis.'
She nodded and Draco felt his stomach drop. She knew ALL of his secrets. He felt vulnerable, and a Malfoy should never feel assailable.
He stood and began to pace around the room before Granger.
"Draco?" she whispered.
He halted in his path and felt as if all of his negative emotions had washed away by that simple whisper of his own name. He turned to look at her. She was pale and trembling slightly.
"Truce?" he asked, a lopsided smile faintly touched his lips.
A similar smile touched Granger's lips.
"Truce," she confirmed.
Draco sat down beside her and sighed.
"Relax, Draco. I don't bite," she stated.
"Thank God you don't have those huge teeth anymore, or else it would seriously hurt if you still had those beaver teeth," he teased.
Hermione shook her head in exasperation. She knew there were just some parts of Draco that you couldn't get past. He smirked at her and laid his head down in her lap. She picked up his forgotten book, 'Most Potente Potions,' and began to read its contents aloud as she ran her fingers through his incredibly soft hair.
Three hours later, Hermione set down the book and smiled down at Draco.
"Draco," she called softly and prodded him.
Draco groggily opened one eye and groaned. "Arg, my neck is stiff," he muttered and sat up, massaging his neck.
Hermione rolled her eyes and began to massage the muscles around his neck. He moaned slightly and Hermione laughed at his noises. They both turned towards the clock as the timepiece chimed ten consecutive times.
Draco stood and held out his hand. Hermione took his hand and pulled her up. The dreaded awkward pause ensued. (KILL THE AWKWARDNESS!)
Draco cleared his throat and looked down at her. "Well, uh, I'll see you tomorrow," he said, keeping his expression impassive.
"Yeah." she muttered and looked up at him.
She suddenly grinned, getting past the awkwardness. (Thank you, Hermione.)
She grabbed his hand and kissed the back of his hand.
"Good 'morrow to ye Lord Ferret," she bid to him, a smirk playing across her lips.
Draco smirked back. A game? Draco likes games. He likes winning games, and he'll do anything to win. A memory of their dance competition from their first 'buddy session' formed in his mind's eye.
"Quiet smirf, or I'll tell everyone in school about the time you spilled a potion on yourself and ended up running through the eighth corridor with blue skin," he warned and smirked at her.
Hermione's eyes narrowed in a playful manner. "Oh, you're good, but keep a wary eye out tomorrow at lunch," she hissed in that same playful manner before gliding out of the room to go to bed.
~*~
Meanwhile, out on the Hogwarts grounds, a small, gray squirrel perched on a windowsill on Hagrid's hut began to sing. Its high pitched, squeaky voice rang out across the grounds. (Who says a squirrel can't sing? Remember! IT'S MAGICAL!)
"Anything you can do, I can do better. I can do anything better than you," it sang.
Fang growled and glared at the annoying vermin.
"No, you can't," he replied, knowing that Hagrid wasn't paying attention. (I doubt Fang is JUST a dog. I mean, look at the drool. You can just TELL that he's a genius, and geniuses can talk!)
The squirrel drew in air, puffing its chest up. "Yes, I can," it squeaked.
"No, you can't," Fang retorted in a deep baritone.
"Yes, I can," it replied in a finalizing, squeaky voice.
Hagrid turned around and glared at the squirrel. "Shut up!" he yelled and chucked his shoe at the vile creature.
The annoying creature squealed dramatically and fell to the ground, a maniac cackle (more like a giggle) issuing from the small thing shortly after. Alas, it choked on an acorn it had been previously eating.
If Hogwarts only knew that a crazed, rabid squirrel was stalking two of its inhabitants.
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Grey Squirrel: My crazed, stalker muse. Don't be mean to him just because it's freaky, he just wants to be LOVED. It's just like a fangirl/guy. It stalks its long lost love even though it has absolutely no chances with its prey- er I mean lover. Grey squirrel usually appears when I'm feeling slightly insane. Don't let those big brown eyes and bushy tail fool you. Even Headmaster Albus Dumbledore knows not to mess with him.
Seranheiti: My spy muse. Yes, she goes between my dark muse and my light muse as a double agent spy. She's neutral between light and dark. Which is why she has chalk white skin and jet black hair. She actually looks a bit like Harry Potter. Except for the fact that she has markings ALL over her and she has completely black eyes. Yep. She definitely freaks me out. She comes out in my stories when I'm talking about Severus Snape, or Draco as a spy, and when I'm writing about Spike in this story. But I think Spike is attracted to this mysterious beauty.bad Spike! You're supposed to stay with Fred!
Kito: My saucy muse! Yes, he's a sex kitten. He's got furry black ears and a tail.teehee. He actually looks like Draco, but with longer hair and the cat features. He comes out in those saucy scenes that seem to be occurring more and more in this story. Lol. Too bad Grey Squirrel doesn't like him. Or else I would have brought Kito into the story. He's mysterious like Seranheiti too. Oooo mysterious, tall, dark, and handsome cat boy. Yummeh!
Dagger: My dark muse! He's yummeh too! He's EVIL! He comes out when Moldy Voldy comes out. Dagger is made of shadows.and he can become corporeal.which is when he comes out of the shadows and into the light. I think he's in love with Seranheiti. My god, everyone loves Seranheiti! He also loves Inferna.
Inferna: My anger muse! She is unleashed in the scenes whenever one of the characters is ready to kill. That happens a lot. oh well. Inferna looks like she belongs to the Weasleys..how odd. Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned.
Nell: My depression muse. Yes, she is a depressed girl. She's also very dramatic! Black hair, sickly pale skin, anorexic..she tends to make her appearance after a fight, when everyone is depressed. Nell tends to also turn evil.to take revenge on those who have hurt her! RUN AWAY!
Bob: My humor muse. He's very funny. Whether it's is dirty humor, stupid humor, he can do it all! He has no hair, sorry ladies. He's just a younger version of a hairless Dumbledore.
And last but not least, Lucius: My light muse. Okay, my Lucius has nothing to do with the Harry Potter Lucius. Lucius means of the light. He's not evil. He has skin that glows and blonde hair, and he looks like an angel. He's perty. He tends to appear in the happy, dramatic scenes at the end of a story when everyone is happy and hugging. Ah.
So, which muse do you want to appear in the next chapter?
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