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A/N: Eigth chapter! This chapter is a bit long, but not too long. Okay, the reason why Spike and Fred had that little episode is because, one...I'm not feeling that relationship and I've found a new exciting one, and two... Fred and Wes are together on the show now... and I'm really happy cuz Wes is sooooooo adorable! Well, here's another chapter. Kito is still most loved. Hehehe. Oh and about this chapter. In the beginning, there isn't any comedy. I had to have SOME drama in this story.
To natyslacks- I'm not sure why everyone says lemon drops and not lemon sherbets. I've just seen lemon drops in stories so many times that I say it that way too. Plus... I'm American. (Explaining why I chose to send Draco and Hermione to America in my first fic.) I only know a bit of English slang, so maybe that's why there's a difference in lemon names. Who knows? Oh and I love your idea for the story. I might actually use it!
No gray squirrel for today, kids. So sorry. 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 not on the song 'Stupid Girl' by the band Cold. I own a certain someone whom JKR never thought of. He's mine! Back off! 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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Eight Legged Freaks
Hermione worried her lip as she alternated glances between two open letters and a framed photo. She took the photo into her shaking hands. It was a professionally done, muggle, family picture. Four people were smiling back at her. They were practically strangers.
In the top, left corner stood her father with his brown hair falling into his obsidian eyes, looking clean cut in a long sleeve, white button down shirt and tailored, black slacks. Her mother stood to the right, looking like an angel. Her bushy black, waist length hair was tamed into loose waves that cascaded down her back. She wore a white suit that seemed to accent her paleness and hide her seemingly anorexic body.
On the bottom left, her brother sat in front of his father looking like the perfect image of human darkness with the variation of a happy, Greek teenager. With his mother's black hair, his father's rowdy style of hair, his father's obsidian eyes, and his black clothing, he looked like a demonic teen. His appearance seemed to frazzle one's nerves. To his left, there sat Hermione in a white, noodle strap dress that reached down two inches above her knees. Her bushy brown hair had been tamed like her mother's.
It was a perfect family image. It had been taken back in her fifth year. That was before everything had gone wrong.
She read over the letters again.
'Hermione,
you're coming home for the holidays. You are not staying at that damned school. You'll be going to high school. I won't have you learning such nonsense.
Father'
She squeezed her eyes shut. Ever since... it had happened... her father had blamed her and made her home life miserable. For the past two years, he had been demanding she come home, get a job to pay his overdue bills, and go to high school. Every year, she ignored him and remained under Dumbledores' protective eye.
'Hermione,
it has been so long. I visited Mum's grave today. The roses we put there look like blood and poison spilt onto the snow. It's a horrible analogy.
I'm coming to Hogwarts. I contacted your Headmaster and he said I could come. Dad disowned me when he found out that I'm pagan. So I'm just Orrin now. I'll see you soon.
Love,
Orrin'
Orrin, her brother. What would he say about her so-called 'relationship' with Draco. She sighed and began to write back to him. She had to talk to him.
~*~
Spike sat in a wing back chair, a cigarette wedged between his pale lips. He turned a dial on his radio as a song called 'Stupid Girl' by Cold came on. The music blared from the speakers. He propped his feet up on the crude table and tapped his cigarette against the ashtray before returning it to his mouth.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU EIGHT LEGGED FREAKS!"
Spike returned the chair to all four legs and crushed his cigarette into the tray. He grabbed his crossbow and kicked open his door. He stepped into the dark, gaze casting around the area for signs of humans or creatures. He continued down a long forgotten path.
"First spiders, now a fucking vamp. Today must be my lucky day," came a sarcastic mutter, but it sounded loud and clear to his sound sensitive ears.
"A student..." he mumbled and walked into the clearing.
A young redhead ducked as a vampire lashed out at her. She rolled her eyes and pulled a stake out from her robe pocket before jamming the wooden piece into the creature's heart. It immediately exploded into dust.
'A potential slayer,' was his first thought.
"All I wanted to do was take a walk through the spooky woods during the night to let off some pleasantly burning hot steam. I'm not out here because Harry sees me more as a sister than a girlfriend. Of course not," she growled.
"The Weasley girl," he muttered.
He returned his gaze to the clearing, but she was gone. A steady point poked into his back, behind his heart.
"Do you always openly watch your students, Professor?" came a sarcastic question.
"Don't have any students, pet, and I'm not a professor anymore. Spike's the name. I quit, I live out here in Spook Forest," he drawled.
"That's fan-fucking-tastic," she deadpanned.
His mouth formed into an O of mock, angry astonishment.
"Fan-fucking-tastic is My word," he growled.
She simply stuck her tongue out as he turned around to face her.
"Don't do that, it's my instinct to bite it off," he warned.
She rolled her eyes and wiggled her tongue. He snorted at her childishness, which seemed, oddly, like perverseness.
"Bite me," she snapped, sarcastic of course.
"I should suspend you. Students aren't allowed in here," he drawled, quirking an eyebrow at her boldness. Or was it foolishness. Most likely the latter.
She snorted and pulled a folded piece of parchment from her pocket.
"Dumbledore gave me permission. He didn't want me to damage school property, so I'm damaging school nuisances," she explained as he looked over the note.
He snorted and shoved the note back into her hands. She smirked at his annoyance.
"So, was it Fred that made you quit? Trouble in paradise?" she asked, knowing that she herself was a nuisance.
"That is none of your business, Miss Weasley," he growled.
"What? Bloodsucker doesn't like little ol' me?" she easily faked a pout.
Spike frowned. On the contrary, for a sixteen-year-old, she was a sexy flame of fire. She had blood red hair that fell to her waist and fiery cinnamon brown eyes. A light dusting of angel kisses were faintly displayed across her cheeks and nose. Her skin seemed to be a shade darker than his own. She was without her school uniform. She wore stretch, black jeans and a simple white, wife beater. She reminded him of Buffy.
"Buffy," he muttered.
"What's that Loverboy? Miss your slayer?" she cooed.
He growled and grabbed her by the neck.
"Say another word about her and I will break every bone in your body," he snarled.
"You can't Spike. That ethereal, holy thing that you got for she-who-must- not-be-named makes you feel guilty if you kill an innocent, little lady like me. Innocent little children," she purred as she drummed her fingers against his head.
"I've killed many little, innocent girls and ladies, but they weren't innocent by the time I was done with them," he drawled.
"Innocent little ones... dirtied by big, bad spooky that comes in the night. Big, bad critters leave when shadows come, bring horrible peace to survivors until onyx sky returns, ruined by the big, white circle in the sky," she said in a dreamy voice.
Spike just looked at her. "Leave," he deadpanned before turning and leaving.
~*~
Draco sat in the music room, eating catfish cooked in lemon juice and basil. He finished and sat back, examining his clean plate. Seafood. He never really liked fish. Must have come with the new accessories.
He grabbed his tail and stared at it for a moment. He frowned. He had to see Snape. He stood and left the east tower, and easily crept into the dungeons. He knocked on Snape's office door. An extremely disgruntled Snape appeared in the door.
"What is it Mr....." Snape trailed off as he looked at Draco's catlike ears and tail.
"I'll have a reversal potion for you by Saturday. Go," Snape deadpanned and shut the door in Draco's face.
Draco snorted and returned to the east tower. At a time, he had thought he had seen someone, so he had made a run for it. He returned to his makeshift bed where head had dreams of a familiar Atlantian and a sea full of fish.
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Did you like it? The next chapter to Saving You will be out next week. I'm having major writer's block with it. But it will be nice and long when I post it! READ AND REVIEW!
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A/N: Eigth chapter! This chapter is a bit long, but not too long. Okay, the reason why Spike and Fred had that little episode is because, one...I'm not feeling that relationship and I've found a new exciting one, and two... Fred and Wes are together on the show now... and I'm really happy cuz Wes is sooooooo adorable! Well, here's another chapter. Kito is still most loved. Hehehe. Oh and about this chapter. In the beginning, there isn't any comedy. I had to have SOME drama in this story.
To natyslacks- I'm not sure why everyone says lemon drops and not lemon sherbets. I've just seen lemon drops in stories so many times that I say it that way too. Plus... I'm American. (Explaining why I chose to send Draco and Hermione to America in my first fic.) I only know a bit of English slang, so maybe that's why there's a difference in lemon names. Who knows? Oh and I love your idea for the story. I might actually use it!
No gray squirrel for today, kids. So sorry. 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 not on the song 'Stupid Girl' by the band Cold. I own a certain someone whom JKR never thought of. He's mine! Back off! 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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Eight Legged Freaks
Hermione worried her lip as she alternated glances between two open letters and a framed photo. She took the photo into her shaking hands. It was a professionally done, muggle, family picture. Four people were smiling back at her. They were practically strangers.
In the top, left corner stood her father with his brown hair falling into his obsidian eyes, looking clean cut in a long sleeve, white button down shirt and tailored, black slacks. Her mother stood to the right, looking like an angel. Her bushy black, waist length hair was tamed into loose waves that cascaded down her back. She wore a white suit that seemed to accent her paleness and hide her seemingly anorexic body.
On the bottom left, her brother sat in front of his father looking like the perfect image of human darkness with the variation of a happy, Greek teenager. With his mother's black hair, his father's rowdy style of hair, his father's obsidian eyes, and his black clothing, he looked like a demonic teen. His appearance seemed to frazzle one's nerves. To his left, there sat Hermione in a white, noodle strap dress that reached down two inches above her knees. Her bushy brown hair had been tamed like her mother's.
It was a perfect family image. It had been taken back in her fifth year. That was before everything had gone wrong.
She read over the letters again.
'Hermione,
you're coming home for the holidays. You are not staying at that damned school. You'll be going to high school. I won't have you learning such nonsense.
Father'
She squeezed her eyes shut. Ever since... it had happened... her father had blamed her and made her home life miserable. For the past two years, he had been demanding she come home, get a job to pay his overdue bills, and go to high school. Every year, she ignored him and remained under Dumbledores' protective eye.
'Hermione,
it has been so long. I visited Mum's grave today. The roses we put there look like blood and poison spilt onto the snow. It's a horrible analogy.
I'm coming to Hogwarts. I contacted your Headmaster and he said I could come. Dad disowned me when he found out that I'm pagan. So I'm just Orrin now. I'll see you soon.
Love,
Orrin'
Orrin, her brother. What would he say about her so-called 'relationship' with Draco. She sighed and began to write back to him. She had to talk to him.
~*~
Spike sat in a wing back chair, a cigarette wedged between his pale lips. He turned a dial on his radio as a song called 'Stupid Girl' by Cold came on. The music blared from the speakers. He propped his feet up on the crude table and tapped his cigarette against the ashtray before returning it to his mouth.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU EIGHT LEGGED FREAKS!"
Spike returned the chair to all four legs and crushed his cigarette into the tray. He grabbed his crossbow and kicked open his door. He stepped into the dark, gaze casting around the area for signs of humans or creatures. He continued down a long forgotten path.
"First spiders, now a fucking vamp. Today must be my lucky day," came a sarcastic mutter, but it sounded loud and clear to his sound sensitive ears.
"A student..." he mumbled and walked into the clearing.
A young redhead ducked as a vampire lashed out at her. She rolled her eyes and pulled a stake out from her robe pocket before jamming the wooden piece into the creature's heart. It immediately exploded into dust.
'A potential slayer,' was his first thought.
"All I wanted to do was take a walk through the spooky woods during the night to let off some pleasantly burning hot steam. I'm not out here because Harry sees me more as a sister than a girlfriend. Of course not," she growled.
"The Weasley girl," he muttered.
He returned his gaze to the clearing, but she was gone. A steady point poked into his back, behind his heart.
"Do you always openly watch your students, Professor?" came a sarcastic question.
"Don't have any students, pet, and I'm not a professor anymore. Spike's the name. I quit, I live out here in Spook Forest," he drawled.
"That's fan-fucking-tastic," she deadpanned.
His mouth formed into an O of mock, angry astonishment.
"Fan-fucking-tastic is My word," he growled.
She simply stuck her tongue out as he turned around to face her.
"Don't do that, it's my instinct to bite it off," he warned.
She rolled her eyes and wiggled her tongue. He snorted at her childishness, which seemed, oddly, like perverseness.
"Bite me," she snapped, sarcastic of course.
"I should suspend you. Students aren't allowed in here," he drawled, quirking an eyebrow at her boldness. Or was it foolishness. Most likely the latter.
She snorted and pulled a folded piece of parchment from her pocket.
"Dumbledore gave me permission. He didn't want me to damage school property, so I'm damaging school nuisances," she explained as he looked over the note.
He snorted and shoved the note back into her hands. She smirked at his annoyance.
"So, was it Fred that made you quit? Trouble in paradise?" she asked, knowing that she herself was a nuisance.
"That is none of your business, Miss Weasley," he growled.
"What? Bloodsucker doesn't like little ol' me?" she easily faked a pout.
Spike frowned. On the contrary, for a sixteen-year-old, she was a sexy flame of fire. She had blood red hair that fell to her waist and fiery cinnamon brown eyes. A light dusting of angel kisses were faintly displayed across her cheeks and nose. Her skin seemed to be a shade darker than his own. She was without her school uniform. She wore stretch, black jeans and a simple white, wife beater. She reminded him of Buffy.
"Buffy," he muttered.
"What's that Loverboy? Miss your slayer?" she cooed.
He growled and grabbed her by the neck.
"Say another word about her and I will break every bone in your body," he snarled.
"You can't Spike. That ethereal, holy thing that you got for she-who-must- not-be-named makes you feel guilty if you kill an innocent, little lady like me. Innocent little children," she purred as she drummed her fingers against his head.
"I've killed many little, innocent girls and ladies, but they weren't innocent by the time I was done with them," he drawled.
"Innocent little ones... dirtied by big, bad spooky that comes in the night. Big, bad critters leave when shadows come, bring horrible peace to survivors until onyx sky returns, ruined by the big, white circle in the sky," she said in a dreamy voice.
Spike just looked at her. "Leave," he deadpanned before turning and leaving.
~*~
Draco sat in the music room, eating catfish cooked in lemon juice and basil. He finished and sat back, examining his clean plate. Seafood. He never really liked fish. Must have come with the new accessories.
He grabbed his tail and stared at it for a moment. He frowned. He had to see Snape. He stood and left the east tower, and easily crept into the dungeons. He knocked on Snape's office door. An extremely disgruntled Snape appeared in the door.
"What is it Mr....." Snape trailed off as he looked at Draco's catlike ears and tail.
"I'll have a reversal potion for you by Saturday. Go," Snape deadpanned and shut the door in Draco's face.
Draco snorted and returned to the east tower. At a time, he had thought he had seen someone, so he had made a run for it. He returned to his makeshift bed where head had dreams of a familiar Atlantian and a sea full of fish.
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Did you like it? The next chapter to Saving You will be out next week. I'm having major writer's block with it. But it will be nice and long when I post it! READ AND REVIEW!
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