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A/N: Sixth chapter! This chapter is not very long, because once I got past the first part of this chapter, I developed a severe case of writer's block! I'm sorry for the wait you guys! Seranheiti feels a bit loved for someone liked her. But nobody cares for Dagger or Lucius! I think somebody mentioned Bob too. And EVERYONE LOVES GREY SQUIRREL! Hehehe. Kito is still loved. I think somebody mentioned Inferna, since she seems pretty calm today. But nobody loves Nell either. Poor Nell. *pats Nell* READ AND REVIEW!
Hehehe okay. AND GREY SQUIRREL MAKES YET ANOTHER APPEARANCE MWUHAHAHAHA! To the disclaimer! 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 don't own the song 'I Believe in a Thing Called Love' by The Darkness. I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! *giggles* But, I do own the crazed, gray squirrel. I own the plot, too.
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Awakening
Hermione sighed in content as she awoke to warm sunlight. A warm breeze drifted over her face. She was at peace, wrapped in her oddly heavy blankets. Though, she seemed not to care as she rested her head against her pillow. She hugged her other abnormally hard and deformed pillow close, breathing in the bittersweet scent of aftershave. Wait. Aftershave?! She reluctantly opened her eyes to see white-blonde hair and a peaceful, adorable face.
"Oh, Merlin, no," she whispered.
She had her arms wrapped around Draco, and she could tell his arm was securely wrapped around her waist. Still slightly numb all over from sleep, she tested her legs. She slid her right leg up and down, using her foot to determine what her leg was lying on. Smooth, firm. she suddenly felt something hard below her navel.
'Oh Merlin, my leg is on top of his, and I'm rubbing my foot against his calves,' she thought in a panicked voice.
She immediately stopped her 'testing.' She looked up at his face and froze when she saw his gray eyes, wide and focused on her, though slightly glazed over.
Her own eyes widened as she tried to scramble away from him, but he held her close. Her frantic movement was causing friction between them, and it was only causing that glaze over his eyes to become thicker. His ears pinned back as he tried to fight the urge to ravish her right there and then, but alas, some of that urge slipped out of his control. He quickly grabbed her upper arms and flipped her over so that she was beneath him as he dipped down and crushed his lips against her's.
The initial shock of his advance soon wore off after she felt Draco prodding her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, requesting entrance. He was about to pull away in defeat, but Hermione's body has a mind of its own as she grabbed him by his hair and wrenched his head down so that his lips were, once again, crushed against her's, and she allowed him entrance. Hermione's mind was spinning from lack of oxygen, and he seemed to think the same. He quickly slowed the kiss down before their lips parted completely. They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours before she lost her nerve and pushed him away. She grabbed Harry's invisibility cloak and ran until she could no more.
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Draco sat against a wall in the music room. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He had never lost control like that with other girls. Not even with models, and Hermione wasn't even that pretty. So, why was he attracted to her?
The door opened revealing a young red-head. Ginny Weasley. Great. She was holding a covered tray and a bundle of clothes.
"Wow, Weasley, you've finally learned your place. among the house elves," he drawled, a fake smirk appearing on his lips.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Shove it, Malfoy, or I'll let you starve. Hermione sent me to bring you food and some fresh clothes," she replied.
"How did she get my clothes?" he asked, slightly confused, but he chose not to display this emotion.
Ginny set down the dish along with a thermos.
"She didn't. They're Harry's," she answered.
A look of utter disgust crossed over his face.
"Oh, come on. I had Winky wash his clothes five times," she snapped.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"See you, Malfoy," she said as she went back to the door.
She stopped as she was halfway through the door and turned. A full-fledged smirk played across her cupid's-bow lips.
"Oh and by the way, Malfoy. nice ears," she drawled and left.
Draco swore at her and took the cover off of his dish. Shrimp cooked in beer, dipping sauce, a cup of Yorkshire pudding, and mozzarella stick with ranch dressing. He smirked. How the hell did Hermione know his favorite dinner dish? He opened the thermos and sipped its contents. French roast coffee.
'Oh, she's good,' he thought.
'Shut up, Draco, I'm trying to listen to Flitwick,' Hermione hissed with his mind.
Draco jumped.
'Hermione?!?!' he half yelled within his mind.
'No shit, Sherlock,' she replied.
He arched an eyebrow. Hermione cussed?
'Yes, I cuss,' she snapped.
'Do you really expect me to wear Potter's clothes?' he asked.
Hermione sighed and rubbed her temples.
'Yes, or I'll steal your clothes and leave you to freeze to death,' she replied.
'You'd like that, wouldn't you?' he asked in his sly inner voice.
'Just shut UP!' she yelled.
'Oh crap, I just said that aloud,' she thought.
She could hear Draco snickering.
"Miss Granger! Ten points from Gryffindor for calling out," Flitwick snapped.
Hermione colored at being caught and returned to her notes.
'Nice one,' he said.
She growled quietly. 'Thank Merlin this is the last class of the day,' she thought.
'Why do you say that?' came his slightly cautious voice.
'Oh, you'll see,' she replied, a smirk playing across her lips.
~*~
Squirrel sat at the staff table. It stared unblinkingly at Severus Snape. Its tail twitched as the two continued to stare. Squirrel blinked.
"Aha!" Snape yelled.
Squirrel growled and put his hands against Snape's coffee cup.
"You wouldn't," Snape said.
Squirrel half giggled, half snickered and pushed. The hot coffee fell into Snape's lap. Snape yelped and ran away.
Squirrel giggled and turned to his newly acquired audience. He took a deep breath and began to sing 'I Believe in a Thing Called Love,' by The Darkness.
Albus bit his lip, closed one eye, and threw a lemon drop at Squirrel. Squirrel passed out and fell with a small 'ooch.' Albus smirked (A/N: *gasps* Albus smirks?) and grabbed the small rodent. Squirrel, meet cage. Every student in the Great Hall watched in stunned silence.
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Hehe. I love the Albus versus Squirrel scenes. There will be a lot more to come! And can you just imagine Squirrel singing that song in his high pitched voice? Lol. Alright, enough of jibber jabber. READ AND REVIEW!
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A/N: Sixth chapter! This chapter is not very long, because once I got past the first part of this chapter, I developed a severe case of writer's block! I'm sorry for the wait you guys! Seranheiti feels a bit loved for someone liked her. But nobody cares for Dagger or Lucius! I think somebody mentioned Bob too. And EVERYONE LOVES GREY SQUIRREL! Hehehe. Kito is still loved. I think somebody mentioned Inferna, since she seems pretty calm today. But nobody loves Nell either. Poor Nell. *pats Nell* READ AND REVIEW!
Hehehe okay. AND GREY SQUIRREL MAKES YET ANOTHER APPEARANCE MWUHAHAHAHA! To the disclaimer! 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 don't own the song 'I Believe in a Thing Called Love' by The Darkness. I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! *giggles* But, I do own the crazed, gray squirrel. I own the plot, too.
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Awakening
Hermione sighed in content as she awoke to warm sunlight. A warm breeze drifted over her face. She was at peace, wrapped in her oddly heavy blankets. Though, she seemed not to care as she rested her head against her pillow. She hugged her other abnormally hard and deformed pillow close, breathing in the bittersweet scent of aftershave. Wait. Aftershave?! She reluctantly opened her eyes to see white-blonde hair and a peaceful, adorable face.
"Oh, Merlin, no," she whispered.
She had her arms wrapped around Draco, and she could tell his arm was securely wrapped around her waist. Still slightly numb all over from sleep, she tested her legs. She slid her right leg up and down, using her foot to determine what her leg was lying on. Smooth, firm. she suddenly felt something hard below her navel.
'Oh Merlin, my leg is on top of his, and I'm rubbing my foot against his calves,' she thought in a panicked voice.
She immediately stopped her 'testing.' She looked up at his face and froze when she saw his gray eyes, wide and focused on her, though slightly glazed over.
Her own eyes widened as she tried to scramble away from him, but he held her close. Her frantic movement was causing friction between them, and it was only causing that glaze over his eyes to become thicker. His ears pinned back as he tried to fight the urge to ravish her right there and then, but alas, some of that urge slipped out of his control. He quickly grabbed her upper arms and flipped her over so that she was beneath him as he dipped down and crushed his lips against her's.
The initial shock of his advance soon wore off after she felt Draco prodding her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, requesting entrance. He was about to pull away in defeat, but Hermione's body has a mind of its own as she grabbed him by his hair and wrenched his head down so that his lips were, once again, crushed against her's, and she allowed him entrance. Hermione's mind was spinning from lack of oxygen, and he seemed to think the same. He quickly slowed the kiss down before their lips parted completely. They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours before she lost her nerve and pushed him away. She grabbed Harry's invisibility cloak and ran until she could no more.
~*~
Draco sat against a wall in the music room. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He had never lost control like that with other girls. Not even with models, and Hermione wasn't even that pretty. So, why was he attracted to her?
The door opened revealing a young red-head. Ginny Weasley. Great. She was holding a covered tray and a bundle of clothes.
"Wow, Weasley, you've finally learned your place. among the house elves," he drawled, a fake smirk appearing on his lips.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Shove it, Malfoy, or I'll let you starve. Hermione sent me to bring you food and some fresh clothes," she replied.
"How did she get my clothes?" he asked, slightly confused, but he chose not to display this emotion.
Ginny set down the dish along with a thermos.
"She didn't. They're Harry's," she answered.
A look of utter disgust crossed over his face.
"Oh, come on. I had Winky wash his clothes five times," she snapped.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"See you, Malfoy," she said as she went back to the door.
She stopped as she was halfway through the door and turned. A full-fledged smirk played across her cupid's-bow lips.
"Oh and by the way, Malfoy. nice ears," she drawled and left.
Draco swore at her and took the cover off of his dish. Shrimp cooked in beer, dipping sauce, a cup of Yorkshire pudding, and mozzarella stick with ranch dressing. He smirked. How the hell did Hermione know his favorite dinner dish? He opened the thermos and sipped its contents. French roast coffee.
'Oh, she's good,' he thought.
'Shut up, Draco, I'm trying to listen to Flitwick,' Hermione hissed with his mind.
Draco jumped.
'Hermione?!?!' he half yelled within his mind.
'No shit, Sherlock,' she replied.
He arched an eyebrow. Hermione cussed?
'Yes, I cuss,' she snapped.
'Do you really expect me to wear Potter's clothes?' he asked.
Hermione sighed and rubbed her temples.
'Yes, or I'll steal your clothes and leave you to freeze to death,' she replied.
'You'd like that, wouldn't you?' he asked in his sly inner voice.
'Just shut UP!' she yelled.
'Oh crap, I just said that aloud,' she thought.
She could hear Draco snickering.
"Miss Granger! Ten points from Gryffindor for calling out," Flitwick snapped.
Hermione colored at being caught and returned to her notes.
'Nice one,' he said.
She growled quietly. 'Thank Merlin this is the last class of the day,' she thought.
'Why do you say that?' came his slightly cautious voice.
'Oh, you'll see,' she replied, a smirk playing across her lips.
~*~
Squirrel sat at the staff table. It stared unblinkingly at Severus Snape. Its tail twitched as the two continued to stare. Squirrel blinked.
"Aha!" Snape yelled.
Squirrel growled and put his hands against Snape's coffee cup.
"You wouldn't," Snape said.
Squirrel half giggled, half snickered and pushed. The hot coffee fell into Snape's lap. Snape yelped and ran away.
Squirrel giggled and turned to his newly acquired audience. He took a deep breath and began to sing 'I Believe in a Thing Called Love,' by The Darkness.
Albus bit his lip, closed one eye, and threw a lemon drop at Squirrel. Squirrel passed out and fell with a small 'ooch.' Albus smirked (A/N: *gasps* Albus smirks?) and grabbed the small rodent. Squirrel, meet cage. Every student in the Great Hall watched in stunned silence.
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Hehe. I love the Albus versus Squirrel scenes. There will be a lot more to come! And can you just imagine Squirrel singing that song in his high pitched voice? Lol. Alright, enough of jibber jabber. READ AND REVIEW!
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