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A/N: Tenth chapter! This chapter isn't as short as the last one, due to my founding of more paper. The thing is, I know longer have paper in Saving You. Lol. Well, here's another chapter. Kito is still most loved. Hehehe.
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 'James Bond theme song' from the James Bond movie Die Another Day. 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. Oh, and I don't own Pinky and the Brain or Moulin Rouge.
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Draky-poo and Hermy-baby
Severus Snape was a man of few words, and a man of many personas. Currently, a song was playing in his mind. The theme song from James Bond 'Die Another Day.' It was annoying. Especially because he kept imagining that infernal squirrel dancing to the tune. This was not the time to be idle. The dark lord was reading everyone's minds. He quickly cleared his mind as the dark lord passed him.
The dark lord began to hum a rather eerie sound. Every one of his footsteps marked a beat. Severus rolled his eyes. 'The idiot has made up a theme song. Dear Merlin.' He thought. 'What next? A mascot? No, wait. He already has one. Nagini.'
The dark lord stopped in a space where Lucius Malfoy should have stood.
"Where is Lucius, Wormtail?" the Dark Lord asked.
Pettigrew shivered slightly. "William the Bloody killed him, my Lord," Pettigrew said.
The Dark Lord scowled. "And what of Malfoy Junior?"
"He is alive," Pettigrew whispered.
"The boy is supposed to produce an heir for me. Then killed. If he doesn't have a child by his twenty-first birthday then the Malfoy line will be lost. We can not lose the ancient power of the Malfoys!" the Dark Lord said in a deadly whisper.
Everyone shivered as if a cold breeze had passed over them.
"I'm not very happy," the Dark Lord stated and pointed his wand at Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Crucio."
Harry sat up in bed, sweating profusely, his scar burning. He ran to the restroom and emptied his stomach of his supper. Lord Voldemort was DEFINITELY not happy.
~*~
Orrin sat in an armchair in front of a merry fireplace, wrapped in a towel and a blanket. A mug of coffee was warming his hands. Hermione sat across from him in a loveseat.
"Gods Hermione, you've grown so much," he whispered.
Hermione smiled. "You have, too," she replied.
Orrin looked around the softly lit room, but a certain table of pictures caught his eye. He stood and walked over to the table. In the front were a bunch of pictures of two boys. A red head and a black hair boy with glasses. There were a lot of pictures of the trio hanging out together. Then there were pictures of people he didn't recognize as easily. There was the infamous family photo, but there were two pictures hiding behind the other pictures. One was of a pale boy with black ears and a tail scowling playfully at the camera. The other had Hermione and the boy laughing together, minus the cat features. There seemed to be more 'friendliness' in this picture than in all the other pictures.
"I want to meet him," Orrin said.
"Who?" Hermione asked, confused by his out-of-the-blue statement.
"This boy," he replied, showing her the picture.
Hermione shifted slightly. "Err, okay," she replied.
They were silent. Hermione frowned and watched Orrin return to his seat.
"Professor Dumbledore said you have private quarters down in the dungeons. He'll lead you there tomorrow after breakfast," she said.
Orrin nodded. "You're headmaster said I could teach muggle studies. Apparently, your current teacher is only a substitute," he stated.
"Cool," Hermione replied.
Orrin finished his coffee and stood. Hermione shook her head.
"Just sleep on the couch tonight. I'll go steal some pj's off of Ron. He has the same build as you," she explained.
She left and came back moments later with a bundle of clothes. She tossed them to him with a smile.
"You'd better go to bed. Crookshanks will sleep with you tonight. I'm going to spend the night with a couple of friends," she said.
She gathered her things and left the room after giving her brother a hug goodnight. He watched her leave and shook his head in amusement. She thought he didn't know that she was off to see that boy. How wrong she was.
~*~
Hermione knocked on Draco's door. Ever since Draco got rid of his cat traits last Saturday, he had been living in the Heady Boy dorm again. He no longer lived in the music room. They still had to attend their 'buddy sessions,' but they had a great time. Plus, it was a perfect excuse to see each other. Draco had stolen Colin's camera, sending Colin into hysterics, and had taken dozens of pictures. It was fun. They had been nice enough to return the camera with a nice little photo of Millicent Bulstrode in the nude. The picture gave Draco and Hermione nightmares for a week.
Draco opened the door and a quirky smile immediately morphed his still lips.
"Hey, can I sleep in here tonight? My brother is in my room, and he has a tendency to talk in his sleep," she said, a smile stretching her lips.
"Sure," he replied, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes.
"Oh, and my brother wants to meet you. He found two of our pictures," she added as she stepped into his quarters.
"I didn't know you had a brother. Is he a squib or a mudblood?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head. You could bring out a Malfoy's soft side, but you couldn't change a Malfoy. She rolled her eyes and pulled out the trundle bed.
"He's a muggle, Draco," she replied.
"But that's impossible. He wouldn't have been able to get into Hogwarts," he exclaimed.
"It's possible. He's Wiccan and Dumbledore gave him access. I'm sorry, I know this goes against your morals," she explained.
"If my father heard about this..." he trailed off and looked down.
To Hermione, Draco looked like a lost, little boy. She walked up to him and enveloped him in an embrace.
"Watch it. You'll make my mascara run," he joked.
Hermione laughed. A couple of days ago she had teased Draco, saying that he looked like he wore mascara. That resulted in Hermione turning Draco into a full-fledged Goth for a day. Save for his hair, which Draco had hid under a desk to save, Draco could have easily passed as one of the humanoid demons.
Hermione spotted a television and smiled. She let go of Draco and turned on the TV. The television obviously had a charm on it so that it could be used within Hogwarts walls, for the television worked. Amazingly, the show had been watching was 'Pinky and the Brain.' She immediately started laughing. A corner of Draco's lips lifted. Hermione quieted and laid down on the trundle bed. Draco sat down beside her and changed the channel. 'Moulin Rouge' appeared on the screen.
"I've always wanted to see this movie," Hermione said.
Draco propped up the pillows so that he could sit up to watch the movie. Hermione got up and walked into Draco's bedroom to change into her pajamas. She quickly put on her blue, comfort shorts and adjustable, noodle strap top. She came back out, seeing that Draco had already changed. He was wearing black, satin pajama pants and his bare skin for a shirt. She feasted her eyes on his not-too-bulky muscles. She frowned.
"What? No chest hair?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Nah, chest hair reminds me of a wild monkey. Do I look like a monkey?" he asked.
"No, but you used to look like a panther! Oh! And you love bananas! Oo oo ah ah!" she said and laughed.
Draco collapsed on the bed and Hermione collapsed beside him.
"We're going to sleep at eleven," she said.
Draco pouted. "Yes, Mother," he snidely remarked.
Hermione laughed and sat on his abdomen. "Who's your mama?" she asked in a ridiculous voice.
Draco burst out laughing. It wasn't often that American slang was used in the United Kingdom. Hermione swooped down and planted sweet kisses on Draco's lips.
That night, Hermione awoke from a nightmare. Feeling foolish, Hermione crept into Draco's bed. He awoke immediately and spooned himself around her form. She fell back to sleep. In the morning they awoke to large, brown eyes.
"Draky-poo! Hermy-baby!" cam an absurdly squeaky voice.
Draco and Hermione stared, wide-eyed, at the squirrel. They both inhaled deeply, opened their mouths wide, and—
"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
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A/N: Tenth chapter! This chapter isn't as short as the last one, due to my founding of more paper. The thing is, I know longer have paper in Saving You. Lol. Well, here's another chapter. Kito is still most loved. Hehehe.
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 'James Bond theme song' from the James Bond movie Die Another Day. 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. Oh, and I don't own Pinky and the Brain or Moulin Rouge.
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Draky-poo and Hermy-baby
Severus Snape was a man of few words, and a man of many personas. Currently, a song was playing in his mind. The theme song from James Bond 'Die Another Day.' It was annoying. Especially because he kept imagining that infernal squirrel dancing to the tune. This was not the time to be idle. The dark lord was reading everyone's minds. He quickly cleared his mind as the dark lord passed him.
The dark lord began to hum a rather eerie sound. Every one of his footsteps marked a beat. Severus rolled his eyes. 'The idiot has made up a theme song. Dear Merlin.' He thought. 'What next? A mascot? No, wait. He already has one. Nagini.'
The dark lord stopped in a space where Lucius Malfoy should have stood.
"Where is Lucius, Wormtail?" the Dark Lord asked.
Pettigrew shivered slightly. "William the Bloody killed him, my Lord," Pettigrew said.
The Dark Lord scowled. "And what of Malfoy Junior?"
"He is alive," Pettigrew whispered.
"The boy is supposed to produce an heir for me. Then killed. If he doesn't have a child by his twenty-first birthday then the Malfoy line will be lost. We can not lose the ancient power of the Malfoys!" the Dark Lord said in a deadly whisper.
Everyone shivered as if a cold breeze had passed over them.
"I'm not very happy," the Dark Lord stated and pointed his wand at Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Crucio."
Harry sat up in bed, sweating profusely, his scar burning. He ran to the restroom and emptied his stomach of his supper. Lord Voldemort was DEFINITELY not happy.
~*~
Orrin sat in an armchair in front of a merry fireplace, wrapped in a towel and a blanket. A mug of coffee was warming his hands. Hermione sat across from him in a loveseat.
"Gods Hermione, you've grown so much," he whispered.
Hermione smiled. "You have, too," she replied.
Orrin looked around the softly lit room, but a certain table of pictures caught his eye. He stood and walked over to the table. In the front were a bunch of pictures of two boys. A red head and a black hair boy with glasses. There were a lot of pictures of the trio hanging out together. Then there were pictures of people he didn't recognize as easily. There was the infamous family photo, but there were two pictures hiding behind the other pictures. One was of a pale boy with black ears and a tail scowling playfully at the camera. The other had Hermione and the boy laughing together, minus the cat features. There seemed to be more 'friendliness' in this picture than in all the other pictures.
"I want to meet him," Orrin said.
"Who?" Hermione asked, confused by his out-of-the-blue statement.
"This boy," he replied, showing her the picture.
Hermione shifted slightly. "Err, okay," she replied.
They were silent. Hermione frowned and watched Orrin return to his seat.
"Professor Dumbledore said you have private quarters down in the dungeons. He'll lead you there tomorrow after breakfast," she said.
Orrin nodded. "You're headmaster said I could teach muggle studies. Apparently, your current teacher is only a substitute," he stated.
"Cool," Hermione replied.
Orrin finished his coffee and stood. Hermione shook her head.
"Just sleep on the couch tonight. I'll go steal some pj's off of Ron. He has the same build as you," she explained.
She left and came back moments later with a bundle of clothes. She tossed them to him with a smile.
"You'd better go to bed. Crookshanks will sleep with you tonight. I'm going to spend the night with a couple of friends," she said.
She gathered her things and left the room after giving her brother a hug goodnight. He watched her leave and shook his head in amusement. She thought he didn't know that she was off to see that boy. How wrong she was.
~*~
Hermione knocked on Draco's door. Ever since Draco got rid of his cat traits last Saturday, he had been living in the Heady Boy dorm again. He no longer lived in the music room. They still had to attend their 'buddy sessions,' but they had a great time. Plus, it was a perfect excuse to see each other. Draco had stolen Colin's camera, sending Colin into hysterics, and had taken dozens of pictures. It was fun. They had been nice enough to return the camera with a nice little photo of Millicent Bulstrode in the nude. The picture gave Draco and Hermione nightmares for a week.
Draco opened the door and a quirky smile immediately morphed his still lips.
"Hey, can I sleep in here tonight? My brother is in my room, and he has a tendency to talk in his sleep," she said, a smile stretching her lips.
"Sure," he replied, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes.
"Oh, and my brother wants to meet you. He found two of our pictures," she added as she stepped into his quarters.
"I didn't know you had a brother. Is he a squib or a mudblood?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head. You could bring out a Malfoy's soft side, but you couldn't change a Malfoy. She rolled her eyes and pulled out the trundle bed.
"He's a muggle, Draco," she replied.
"But that's impossible. He wouldn't have been able to get into Hogwarts," he exclaimed.
"It's possible. He's Wiccan and Dumbledore gave him access. I'm sorry, I know this goes against your morals," she explained.
"If my father heard about this..." he trailed off and looked down.
To Hermione, Draco looked like a lost, little boy. She walked up to him and enveloped him in an embrace.
"Watch it. You'll make my mascara run," he joked.
Hermione laughed. A couple of days ago she had teased Draco, saying that he looked like he wore mascara. That resulted in Hermione turning Draco into a full-fledged Goth for a day. Save for his hair, which Draco had hid under a desk to save, Draco could have easily passed as one of the humanoid demons.
Hermione spotted a television and smiled. She let go of Draco and turned on the TV. The television obviously had a charm on it so that it could be used within Hogwarts walls, for the television worked. Amazingly, the show had been watching was 'Pinky and the Brain.' She immediately started laughing. A corner of Draco's lips lifted. Hermione quieted and laid down on the trundle bed. Draco sat down beside her and changed the channel. 'Moulin Rouge' appeared on the screen.
"I've always wanted to see this movie," Hermione said.
Draco propped up the pillows so that he could sit up to watch the movie. Hermione got up and walked into Draco's bedroom to change into her pajamas. She quickly put on her blue, comfort shorts and adjustable, noodle strap top. She came back out, seeing that Draco had already changed. He was wearing black, satin pajama pants and his bare skin for a shirt. She feasted her eyes on his not-too-bulky muscles. She frowned.
"What? No chest hair?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Nah, chest hair reminds me of a wild monkey. Do I look like a monkey?" he asked.
"No, but you used to look like a panther! Oh! And you love bananas! Oo oo ah ah!" she said and laughed.
Draco collapsed on the bed and Hermione collapsed beside him.
"We're going to sleep at eleven," she said.
Draco pouted. "Yes, Mother," he snidely remarked.
Hermione laughed and sat on his abdomen. "Who's your mama?" she asked in a ridiculous voice.
Draco burst out laughing. It wasn't often that American slang was used in the United Kingdom. Hermione swooped down and planted sweet kisses on Draco's lips.
That night, Hermione awoke from a nightmare. Feeling foolish, Hermione crept into Draco's bed. He awoke immediately and spooned himself around her form. She fell back to sleep. In the morning they awoke to large, brown eyes.
"Draky-poo! Hermy-baby!" cam an absurdly squeaky voice.
Draco and Hermione stared, wide-eyed, at the squirrel. They both inhaled deeply, opened their mouths wide, and—
"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
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