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A/N: Ninth chapter! This chapter is very short, due to my lack of notebook paper. Once I get more notebooks, I'll make the next chapter a lot longer. Well, here's another chapter. Kito is still most loved. Hehehe. Oh and I think you guys will love this chapter. It's my favorite one so far.
GREY SQUIRREL MAKES AN APPEARANCE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER! 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 'Survivor' by the singing group 'Destiny's Child'. 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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Nausea. Bleh.
The land rolled beneath him, though he was careful to not watch. His knuckles were deadly white from the iron grip surrounding the sleek handle. A black lock fell into his vision. He shook his head, removing the lock from his visage. The wind was like needles piercing his skin. He felt like the rain was freezing him.
He looked up as his name was called. A light smile toughed his lips. Hogwarts. As instructed, he lightly touched down to the muddy ground. He looked at his watch. It had stopped working.
'Today's Saturday,' he thought.
He handed the bane of his existence, the broom, to his temporary escort. He trudged through the brown snow and entered the castle. An old man with silver-white hair smiled at him, his eyes twinkling. He was led up towards a tower. The man left him at a door. He knocked on the door and waited.
The door opened. Hermione stood in the open doorway. A smile graced her lips. She flung her arms around him, despite the fact that he was soaked to the bone and muddy.
"Orrin," she greeted in a whisper.
~*~
Creamy, white skin was exposed at the Weasley girl slung her tank top around her neck to cover her chest. His attention turned from the freckles on her back to the deep gashes that marred her.
"I don't know why you came here. I'm not a walking first aid kit," Spike drawled.
Ginny turned her head to look at him.
"Yes, you are. I read vampires have haling properties in their saliva. Here's the deal. You heal any wounds I have... you get the blood from the wound in return. Including that I'll be at your beck and call," she explained.
Spike considered this for a moment. This girl was most definitely willing, he didn't have to put up with Fred anymore, Ginny was definitely up to his standards, he would get to lick her and taste her blood, and she was basically selling herself to him. Not to forget the fact that she seemed to have some of that prophetic insanity that Drusilla had.
"Deal."
She shivered as he traced his tongue across the gash in the crook of her neck, which was dangerously close to a vein. Spike smirked and left the bloody path. He followed the vein with his tongue until he reached the pulse point beneath her jaw line. A sharp intake of breath drove him to lose control.
She turned around and allowed him to gently push her down against the table. His deathly cold hands immediately slipped beneath his shirt. His hands traveled over her flat abs and up to her bosoms. During his administrations, they had been engaged in a savage tongue battle.
A monstrous yell startled them apart. Spike grabbed his crossbow, while Ginny grabbed an axe that hung from the cabin wall. They ran towards the sound. They halted on the path. Two sets of wide eyes gazed up at the giant before them.
"GGGGGRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPPPPPP!"
~*~
Albus ran through the hallway. How could this happen? How on earth had the squirrel escaped. The small rodent cackled.
"Your familiar let me out, fool! And notice, you are wearing a pink, frilly robe! Mwuahahaha!" it yelled.
Albus frowned. "I knew Fawkes was up to something. Why are my shoes flopping, and how dare you make fun of my robes!" he wondered aloud.
He looked at his feet. Pink, bunny slippers. "Oh bother," he muttered.
Squirrel sang loudly. "I'm a survivor! I'm gonna make it!..." the squirrel continued the song that was originally sung by the group 'Destiny's Child.'
Albus tripped on his bear. It was the last he saw of Grey Squirrel. For now.
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Yes, it's horribly short, but forgive me. I need to buy a dozen more notebooks. Review!
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A/N: Ninth chapter! This chapter is very short, due to my lack of notebook paper. Once I get more notebooks, I'll make the next chapter a lot longer. Well, here's another chapter. Kito is still most loved. Hehehe. Oh and I think you guys will love this chapter. It's my favorite one so far.
GREY SQUIRREL MAKES AN APPEARANCE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER! 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 'Survivor' by the singing group 'Destiny's Child'. 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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Nausea. Bleh.
The land rolled beneath him, though he was careful to not watch. His knuckles were deadly white from the iron grip surrounding the sleek handle. A black lock fell into his vision. He shook his head, removing the lock from his visage. The wind was like needles piercing his skin. He felt like the rain was freezing him.
He looked up as his name was called. A light smile toughed his lips. Hogwarts. As instructed, he lightly touched down to the muddy ground. He looked at his watch. It had stopped working.
'Today's Saturday,' he thought.
He handed the bane of his existence, the broom, to his temporary escort. He trudged through the brown snow and entered the castle. An old man with silver-white hair smiled at him, his eyes twinkling. He was led up towards a tower. The man left him at a door. He knocked on the door and waited.
The door opened. Hermione stood in the open doorway. A smile graced her lips. She flung her arms around him, despite the fact that he was soaked to the bone and muddy.
"Orrin," she greeted in a whisper.
~*~
Creamy, white skin was exposed at the Weasley girl slung her tank top around her neck to cover her chest. His attention turned from the freckles on her back to the deep gashes that marred her.
"I don't know why you came here. I'm not a walking first aid kit," Spike drawled.
Ginny turned her head to look at him.
"Yes, you are. I read vampires have haling properties in their saliva. Here's the deal. You heal any wounds I have... you get the blood from the wound in return. Including that I'll be at your beck and call," she explained.
Spike considered this for a moment. This girl was most definitely willing, he didn't have to put up with Fred anymore, Ginny was definitely up to his standards, he would get to lick her and taste her blood, and she was basically selling herself to him. Not to forget the fact that she seemed to have some of that prophetic insanity that Drusilla had.
"Deal."
She shivered as he traced his tongue across the gash in the crook of her neck, which was dangerously close to a vein. Spike smirked and left the bloody path. He followed the vein with his tongue until he reached the pulse point beneath her jaw line. A sharp intake of breath drove him to lose control.
She turned around and allowed him to gently push her down against the table. His deathly cold hands immediately slipped beneath his shirt. His hands traveled over her flat abs and up to her bosoms. During his administrations, they had been engaged in a savage tongue battle.
A monstrous yell startled them apart. Spike grabbed his crossbow, while Ginny grabbed an axe that hung from the cabin wall. They ran towards the sound. They halted on the path. Two sets of wide eyes gazed up at the giant before them.
"GGGGGRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPPPPPP!"
~*~
Albus ran through the hallway. How could this happen? How on earth had the squirrel escaped. The small rodent cackled.
"Your familiar let me out, fool! And notice, you are wearing a pink, frilly robe! Mwuahahaha!" it yelled.
Albus frowned. "I knew Fawkes was up to something. Why are my shoes flopping, and how dare you make fun of my robes!" he wondered aloud.
He looked at his feet. Pink, bunny slippers. "Oh bother," he muttered.
Squirrel sang loudly. "I'm a survivor! I'm gonna make it!..." the squirrel continued the song that was originally sung by the group 'Destiny's Child.'
Albus tripped on his bear. It was the last he saw of Grey Squirrel. For now.
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Yes, it's horribly short, but forgive me. I need to buy a dozen more notebooks. Review!
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