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A/N: Seventh chapter! This chapter is not very long either. Something's wrong with me. I can't write long chapters for this story. *sigh* Well, here's another chapter. Seranheiti feels a bit loved for someone liked her. But nobody cares for Dagger! Somebody thinks Lucius is hot. Lol. I think somebody mentioned Bob too. And EVERYONE LOVES GREY SQUIRREL! AS USUAL! Hehehe. Kito is still loved. I think somebody mentioned Inferna, since she seems pretty calm today. NELL IS LOVED!
Nell: *is being petted by Annie* Purrrrr
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 do own the band 'Black Phoenix'. I do not own the band called 'Simple Plan' or their song 'Perfect.' Though I'd love to own David from Simple Plan. *wink wink*I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! *giggles* I do own the crazed, gray squirrel. I own the plot, too.
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Surprise
Steam swirled around the shower area. A pile of clothes was thrown onto the floor and a neat stack of clothes lay beside it. A deep humming could be heard over the sound of the shower. The hum distinguished itself into a gothic ballad that had been composed by the wizard group, 'Black Phoenix'.
Draco Malfoy was taking his third shower for today. He scrubbed some shampoo into his hair (mindful of his ears) before rinsing it out.
'Are you naked?' came a spooky voice.
Draco yelped and jumped back. He slipped and landed on his rear. His head managed to hit the wall. He groaned as he reached back and felt the knot on the back of his head. Light laughter echoed through his mind.
"GRANGER!"
~*~
Fred tapped the feather of her quill against her chin as she hit a wall in her calculations.
"What's stopping me?" she muttered.
A pair of ice cold lips touched the crook of her neck.
"Spike stop it," she muttered.
He blatantly ignored her protests and proceeded to nibble on her earlobe, drawing a few drops of blood. Fred squirmed and pulled away.
"Spike stop! I'm trying to concentrate," she grumbled.
His cold lips disappeared.
"What the bloody hell? You're always working on those damned equations! You never have time for me, and when you do want me, it's only to run tests! On the rare occasion we have a quick fuck. And you mutter Percy-boy's name in your sleep," he growled.
Fred stood and glared at him. "I do not say Wesley's name in my sleep," she retorted.
Spike sneered. "How would you know? You were sleeping!" he snapped.
Fred opened her mouth to argue, but she closed it. She had nothing to argue with.
"Right. Bring Smart-ass here to teach. I quit!" he yelled and stormed out of their quarters.
He stalked through the corridors and came upon the gargoyle, which hid Dumbledore's office and living quarters.
"Gummi bears," he snarled.
The gargoyle leapt aside and he stepped onto the revolving stairs. He banged on the door. A light 'come in' sounded through the door. He opened the door and stormed into the room.
"I quit," he growled.
Albus steepled his fingers and peered over his glasses.
"William, I wish you would reconsider," he said.
"Well, I'm not you old coot. I'm not working with Fred anymore, nor am I living with her," he snarled.
"Maybe you could stay here at Hogwarts. You could take night patrol, and you could live in the Forbidden Forest. I'm sure you'd feel right at home there, and there is already a cabin built there," Dumbledore suggested.
"I wouldn't have to teach, would I?" Spike asked.
Dumbledore smiled. "No, you would only need to help Hagrid when gathering some of the creatures for his class," he answered.
Spike frowned. "Fine. I expect that Fred will have a suggestion for her partner position. Good day, Headmaster," he drawled and left Dumbledore's office.
~*~
Hermione lay on the floor in her private room (Head Girl's room), finishing her homework from Transfiguration. She quickly signed her name and put away the thirteen-inch essay. She stood and turned on her charmed stereo system. There were many small speakers around the room. Surround-sound. She put her Simple Plan cd in the cd player and 'Perfect soon sounded from the speakers. She quickly stretched before putting on a pair of ballet shoes that matched her skin tone.
She stood on the tips of her toes, knowing it was bad too do such a thing when out of practice. She bent forward with one leg back in a straight line. She slid down into a split. She worried her lip as she wondered if she could do it again. She held her arms up in an arch. She slowly brought her leg up so that her foot was level with her waist. Her hand escaped its position and drifted down to clutch the tip of her ballet shoe. She slowly continued to bring her leg up until it was almost vertical to her body. She shook slightly as she stood tiptoe on one foot. The pain in her foot became pain staking. The door burst open, making Hermione gasp and collapse.
"You!" He mock growled and pinned her against the floor.
Hermione ignored the small twinge of pain in her ankle and smiled. "Sorry, Draco, I couldn't help it," she mock cooed.
Draco seemed slightly frustrated. "Feel this bump, it's huge!" He grabbed her hand and rubbed her fingers over the bump on the back of his head. Hermione giggled lightly.
Ginny halted in her movement to open the door. She had heard their conversation from 'You!' to the giggle. The conversation was not putting innocent images within her mind. Paranoia struck her. If she opened the door, what would she see? She shook her head and went back to her dorms.
Hermione smiled. "Draco, you're straddling my hips," she stated.
He shrugged. "So what?"
"Getting brave, aren't we?" she arched an eyebrow.
"Yup." He smirked.
"Sorry, but I won't participate until we feel and can admit to the big L word," she drawled.
He pouted and whined.
"No."
Draco bent his head and began to plant butterfly kisses along her jaw. "Pwease?"
Hermione tried not to smile. "No."
Draco slumped and stood.
'Meanie.'
Hermione giggled as he turned back and half-grinned at her.
"Go," she said and waved him out.
She smiled and leaned against her bed. She froze. Draco Malfoy had been in her bedroom. She groaned.
'Great...'
'I'll say!'
~*~
Squirrel slumped against the exercise wheel and sighed. It looked up at Dumbledore's empty desk. Squirrel whimpered and laid down in the wood shavings. A tin of lemon drops laid tauntingly before Squirrel, just out of reach. How could Dumbledore do this to Squirrel? It was all just good fun! A tear slipped down Squirrel's furry cheeks. Squirrel missed the forest. Squirrel missed Draco, whom it had been secretly stalking for a few years now, and Hermione, its newest interest.
"I miss them!" it wailed.
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I think I may be insane. I have too much fun writing about squirrel. I've already got a lot written for the next chapter! Please review! Sorry it took two weeks to update!
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A/N: Seventh chapter! This chapter is not very long either. Something's wrong with me. I can't write long chapters for this story. *sigh* Well, here's another chapter. Seranheiti feels a bit loved for someone liked her. But nobody cares for Dagger! Somebody thinks Lucius is hot. Lol. I think somebody mentioned Bob too. And EVERYONE LOVES GREY SQUIRREL! AS USUAL! Hehehe. Kito is still loved. I think somebody mentioned Inferna, since she seems pretty calm today. NELL IS LOVED!
Nell: *is being petted by Annie* Purrrrr
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 do own the band 'Black Phoenix'. I do not own the band called 'Simple Plan' or their song 'Perfect.' Though I'd love to own David from Simple Plan. *wink wink*I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! *giggles* I do own the crazed, gray squirrel. I own the plot, too.
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Surprise
Steam swirled around the shower area. A pile of clothes was thrown onto the floor and a neat stack of clothes lay beside it. A deep humming could be heard over the sound of the shower. The hum distinguished itself into a gothic ballad that had been composed by the wizard group, 'Black Phoenix'.
Draco Malfoy was taking his third shower for today. He scrubbed some shampoo into his hair (mindful of his ears) before rinsing it out.
'Are you naked?' came a spooky voice.
Draco yelped and jumped back. He slipped and landed on his rear. His head managed to hit the wall. He groaned as he reached back and felt the knot on the back of his head. Light laughter echoed through his mind.
"GRANGER!"
~*~
Fred tapped the feather of her quill against her chin as she hit a wall in her calculations.
"What's stopping me?" she muttered.
A pair of ice cold lips touched the crook of her neck.
"Spike stop it," she muttered.
He blatantly ignored her protests and proceeded to nibble on her earlobe, drawing a few drops of blood. Fred squirmed and pulled away.
"Spike stop! I'm trying to concentrate," she grumbled.
His cold lips disappeared.
"What the bloody hell? You're always working on those damned equations! You never have time for me, and when you do want me, it's only to run tests! On the rare occasion we have a quick fuck. And you mutter Percy-boy's name in your sleep," he growled.
Fred stood and glared at him. "I do not say Wesley's name in my sleep," she retorted.
Spike sneered. "How would you know? You were sleeping!" he snapped.
Fred opened her mouth to argue, but she closed it. She had nothing to argue with.
"Right. Bring Smart-ass here to teach. I quit!" he yelled and stormed out of their quarters.
He stalked through the corridors and came upon the gargoyle, which hid Dumbledore's office and living quarters.
"Gummi bears," he snarled.
The gargoyle leapt aside and he stepped onto the revolving stairs. He banged on the door. A light 'come in' sounded through the door. He opened the door and stormed into the room.
"I quit," he growled.
Albus steepled his fingers and peered over his glasses.
"William, I wish you would reconsider," he said.
"Well, I'm not you old coot. I'm not working with Fred anymore, nor am I living with her," he snarled.
"Maybe you could stay here at Hogwarts. You could take night patrol, and you could live in the Forbidden Forest. I'm sure you'd feel right at home there, and there is already a cabin built there," Dumbledore suggested.
"I wouldn't have to teach, would I?" Spike asked.
Dumbledore smiled. "No, you would only need to help Hagrid when gathering some of the creatures for his class," he answered.
Spike frowned. "Fine. I expect that Fred will have a suggestion for her partner position. Good day, Headmaster," he drawled and left Dumbledore's office.
~*~
Hermione lay on the floor in her private room (Head Girl's room), finishing her homework from Transfiguration. She quickly signed her name and put away the thirteen-inch essay. She stood and turned on her charmed stereo system. There were many small speakers around the room. Surround-sound. She put her Simple Plan cd in the cd player and 'Perfect soon sounded from the speakers. She quickly stretched before putting on a pair of ballet shoes that matched her skin tone.
She stood on the tips of her toes, knowing it was bad too do such a thing when out of practice. She bent forward with one leg back in a straight line. She slid down into a split. She worried her lip as she wondered if she could do it again. She held her arms up in an arch. She slowly brought her leg up so that her foot was level with her waist. Her hand escaped its position and drifted down to clutch the tip of her ballet shoe. She slowly continued to bring her leg up until it was almost vertical to her body. She shook slightly as she stood tiptoe on one foot. The pain in her foot became pain staking. The door burst open, making Hermione gasp and collapse.
"You!" He mock growled and pinned her against the floor.
Hermione ignored the small twinge of pain in her ankle and smiled. "Sorry, Draco, I couldn't help it," she mock cooed.
Draco seemed slightly frustrated. "Feel this bump, it's huge!" He grabbed her hand and rubbed her fingers over the bump on the back of his head. Hermione giggled lightly.
Ginny halted in her movement to open the door. She had heard their conversation from 'You!' to the giggle. The conversation was not putting innocent images within her mind. Paranoia struck her. If she opened the door, what would she see? She shook her head and went back to her dorms.
Hermione smiled. "Draco, you're straddling my hips," she stated.
He shrugged. "So what?"
"Getting brave, aren't we?" she arched an eyebrow.
"Yup." He smirked.
"Sorry, but I won't participate until we feel and can admit to the big L word," she drawled.
He pouted and whined.
"No."
Draco bent his head and began to plant butterfly kisses along her jaw. "Pwease?"
Hermione tried not to smile. "No."
Draco slumped and stood.
'Meanie.'
Hermione giggled as he turned back and half-grinned at her.
"Go," she said and waved him out.
She smiled and leaned against her bed. She froze. Draco Malfoy had been in her bedroom. She groaned.
'Great...'
'I'll say!'
~*~
Squirrel slumped against the exercise wheel and sighed. It looked up at Dumbledore's empty desk. Squirrel whimpered and laid down in the wood shavings. A tin of lemon drops laid tauntingly before Squirrel, just out of reach. How could Dumbledore do this to Squirrel? It was all just good fun! A tear slipped down Squirrel's furry cheeks. Squirrel missed the forest. Squirrel missed Draco, whom it had been secretly stalking for a few years now, and Hermione, its newest interest.
"I miss them!" it wailed.
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I think I may be insane. I have too much fun writing about squirrel. I've already got a lot written for the next chapter! Please review! Sorry it took two weeks to update!
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