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A/N: Eleventh chapter! This chapter is actually long. FOR ONCE! 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.
To the disclaimer! Enjoy! Read and Review!
NOTE: There is a sexual scene at the end of this chapter. If you don't want to read it, then just skip it. It won't be my fault if you read it and don't like it.
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 own the movie 'Moulin Rouge'. 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. I own the outfits, and I own Time of Night.
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Hogwarts is Having a Show
Ronald Weasley had just finished his detention inside the Forbidden Forest. He was carrying a wild turkey by one of its legs. It was dead.
He frowned at seeing the silhouette of a cabin. It was impossible for the silhouette to belong to Hagrid's hut. A light was shining in a window. He crept towards the window and looked in.
"Spike?" he wandered at seeing the tall blonde.
Ron shook his head and left the window. A moment later, Ginny appeared in the window, scantily clad in a black corset and garter belt.
Ron dropped the turkey off at Hagrid's hut. He returned to the castle and passed by Hermione's quarters. He paused and knocked on the door. Orrin appeared moments later, looking disheveled. Ron immediately jumped to conclusions.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice rising and his face turning red.
"Whoa, calm down. I'm Hermione's brother. Orrin," Orrin explained.
Ron calmed. "Where's Hermione?" he asked.
Orrin scratched the back of his head. "With that pale kid. You know, blonde hair, gray eyes, really pale?" he explained.
Ron paled. He ran off, down to the dungeons, and burst through the door. Draco and Hermione were huddled beneath Draco's writing desk. Draco had his arm wrapped around Hermione. In his other hand, Draco held a fire poker, fending off a cooing squirrel. Ron froze, turned, and left the room. Everything else was a blur.
~*~
Harry Potter sat in the Gryffindor common room, staring into the fireplace. Sirius was on his mind. Ever since Sirius disappeared behind that veil, Harry had put on a front. But if one were to look into his eyes, they would see that his bright eyes were dull and seemed to have seen many centuries.
The fire suddenly twisted itself into a large archway. A body like flame fell through the archway. Harry blinked. The flame figures were gone. He stared for a moment. A slightly raspy voice sounded as a face of flames suddenly appeared in the fire.
"Harry!"
Harry jumped up and ran all the way to Professor Dumbledore's office.
~*~
Virginia sat in a crude armchair, tapping her horsewhip against her bare knee.
"There should be nightclubs around here," Virginia said, twirling a large curl around her finger.
"There is. There's one in Hogsmeade. It's called Time of Night. They have a show every Saturday night," Spike said.
Virginia stopped tapping her whip against her leg.
"Shows?" she repeated in question.
Spike took his cigarette out of his mouth. "Yeah. What are you cooking up in that overactive brain of yours?" he asked.
"Hogwarts is having a show," she announced.
She grabbed four sheets of parchment, quickly scribbled something on each sheet, and sent them off with Spike's raven. They all said the same thing.
'Meet me in the room of requirement.
-V. Weasley'
~*~
Blaise Zabini strolled through the hallways, her heels clicking against the floor. She stopped before a blank wall and began to pace. A black door appeared, and she entered the room. Virginia Weasley, Hermione Granger, Susan Bones, and Mandy Brocklehurst were all waiting. The Weasley girl was smirking.
"Thank Merlin, Blaise, you're probably the only one who will do this readily," Virginia said.
Blaise arched an eyebrow.
"Who has watched Moulin Rouge?" Virginia asked.
Only Granger raised her hand. Virginia took out an odd instrument from her pocket and pushed a button on it. A large box displayed moving images.
"Watch. Learn. Memorize. Blaise, this is a television. Concentrate on the movie," Virginia said.
"Stupid muggle contraptions," Blaise mumbled.
Virginia joined Hermione on a sofa in a corner.
"Ginny, what's this all about?" Hermione asked in a whisper.
"Have you ever heard of the club 'Time of Night'?" Ginny whispered back.
"Yes, it's the only club in Hogsmeade. It was built in the late eighteenth century, and it was built by Oswald--," Hermione cut off as Ginny held up her hand.
"That I know. Did you know they have shows at TON?" Ginny asked.
Hermione nodded. "So?"
"So, put two and two together. All of you, the movie, and the club," Ginny whispered.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Ginny! We'd get in so much trouble!" Hermione exclaimed.
"No, we wouldn't! I've checked ALL of the rules, and nowhere do the rules say that of age students can't go to a club," Ginny explained.
"But Ginny, you're not of age," Hermione countered.
"You're right, but I am also being supervised by four women who are of age," Ginny whispered.
Hermione frowned, obviously in doubt, for she leaned back, her brows furrowing. "Fine, but what are we wearing?" Hermione asked.
Ginny remained silent until the extra footage at the end of the movie ended.
"We are going to do an opening act for Virgil's Veelas. Opening acts are always based on a time period at the club. I think that we should do the Bohemian Revolution. I have the outfits," Ginny explained and walked over to a huge curtain.
She drew it back, revealing five different outfits. They were basically corsets and garter belts. One of them was even made of leather. They also had accessories such as trains, whips, headpieces, sets of diamonds, and jewelry. The leather outfit was pitch black, the crimson outfit had a gold train that reached down to the mannequin's knees. Another outfit was canary yellow with a bold, black outline and a canary's tail feather was laid to the side as a hair ornament.
The next outfit was navy blue with an open, black, silk over lay with a black top hat that had navy blue silk wrapped around the base of the barrel. The last outfit was jade green with occasional traces of silver along with a silver headpiece.
Everyone but Ginny frowned as they saw five tuxes. "We can't do this show without dogs to kick around," Ginny stated.
"Weasley, these are beautiful. Where did you get these?" Blaise asked.
"I made them. The colors go with your house, the black one is mine," Ginny replied.
"And the guys?" Susan asked.
"As long as he can dance," Ginny answered.
"So who's in?" Ginny asked.
Mandy, Susan, and Blaise nodded. Hermione was hesitant.
"Ok come on Hermione, you're the lioness of Gryffindor," Mandy said.
Hermione still looked doubtful. Ginny knew she'd have to resort to blackmail.
"Hermione, if you don't do this, then I'll tell everyone who you spend all of your free time with," Ginny said.
Hermione frowned. Susan, Mandy, and Blaise's interests had peaked.
"I'll pick out a song and work on the choreography. I'll owl you when I want us to meet again," Ginny said.
They all left, leaving Ginny to her own devises. Spike stepped out of the shadows. "Pet learned a trick. Blackmail is quite becoming of you, Love," he said and began to suck on the crook of her neck.
Virginia sighed happily and turned, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Virginia felt his tongue glide along her lower lip, as if seeking entrance. She allow him to explore her mouth as she ran the tips of her nails over his hard abs. He moaned softly and took revenge by rubbing his thumbs around her pert nipples through the thin material of her shirt. Virginia moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders to keep herself upright. Spike chuckled into the crook of her neck.
"Patience, Inferna. I want to play with you first," he said, his voice husky with want.
"No fair," Virginia whined.
"You're—right. —It—isn't—but—that—isn't—my—problem," he said, placing a kiss somewhere on her body for every word he said.
He slowly unbuttoned her shirt and bra. He sucked on one nipple and massed her other bosom. After Virginia arched her back, he switched, continuing his ministrations. Virginia was clutching his hair and leaving permanent marks on his shoulders by now. Virginia, thinking it unfair that Spike was fully clothed, ripped his shirt off and traveled her fingertips over his chest and down his back.
Suddenly, a loud banging came at the door. Spike and Virginia quickly put their shirts back on and tidied themselves. Spike strode over to the door. Potter and Zabini were all over each other. Virginia and Spike quickly slipped out, unnoticed by the pair and watched in amusement as the two disappeared into the Room of Requirement and looked the door.
When Virginia turned to speak to Spike, Spike was gone.
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This story will soon become very smutty. I promised this fic would be rated R. Tell me if you wanted sex, or if you want me to make it NC-17 and post it on a different website. REVIEW!
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A/N: Eleventh chapter! This chapter is actually long. FOR ONCE! 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.
To the disclaimer! Enjoy! Read and Review!
NOTE: There is a sexual scene at the end of this chapter. If you don't want to read it, then just skip it. It won't be my fault if you read it and don't like it.
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 own the movie 'Moulin Rouge'. 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. I own the outfits, and I own Time of Night.
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Hogwarts is Having a Show
Ronald Weasley had just finished his detention inside the Forbidden Forest. He was carrying a wild turkey by one of its legs. It was dead.
He frowned at seeing the silhouette of a cabin. It was impossible for the silhouette to belong to Hagrid's hut. A light was shining in a window. He crept towards the window and looked in.
"Spike?" he wandered at seeing the tall blonde.
Ron shook his head and left the window. A moment later, Ginny appeared in the window, scantily clad in a black corset and garter belt.
Ron dropped the turkey off at Hagrid's hut. He returned to the castle and passed by Hermione's quarters. He paused and knocked on the door. Orrin appeared moments later, looking disheveled. Ron immediately jumped to conclusions.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice rising and his face turning red.
"Whoa, calm down. I'm Hermione's brother. Orrin," Orrin explained.
Ron calmed. "Where's Hermione?" he asked.
Orrin scratched the back of his head. "With that pale kid. You know, blonde hair, gray eyes, really pale?" he explained.
Ron paled. He ran off, down to the dungeons, and burst through the door. Draco and Hermione were huddled beneath Draco's writing desk. Draco had his arm wrapped around Hermione. In his other hand, Draco held a fire poker, fending off a cooing squirrel. Ron froze, turned, and left the room. Everything else was a blur.
~*~
Harry Potter sat in the Gryffindor common room, staring into the fireplace. Sirius was on his mind. Ever since Sirius disappeared behind that veil, Harry had put on a front. But if one were to look into his eyes, they would see that his bright eyes were dull and seemed to have seen many centuries.
The fire suddenly twisted itself into a large archway. A body like flame fell through the archway. Harry blinked. The flame figures were gone. He stared for a moment. A slightly raspy voice sounded as a face of flames suddenly appeared in the fire.
"Harry!"
Harry jumped up and ran all the way to Professor Dumbledore's office.
~*~
Virginia sat in a crude armchair, tapping her horsewhip against her bare knee.
"There should be nightclubs around here," Virginia said, twirling a large curl around her finger.
"There is. There's one in Hogsmeade. It's called Time of Night. They have a show every Saturday night," Spike said.
Virginia stopped tapping her whip against her leg.
"Shows?" she repeated in question.
Spike took his cigarette out of his mouth. "Yeah. What are you cooking up in that overactive brain of yours?" he asked.
"Hogwarts is having a show," she announced.
She grabbed four sheets of parchment, quickly scribbled something on each sheet, and sent them off with Spike's raven. They all said the same thing.
'Meet me in the room of requirement.
-V. Weasley'
~*~
Blaise Zabini strolled through the hallways, her heels clicking against the floor. She stopped before a blank wall and began to pace. A black door appeared, and she entered the room. Virginia Weasley, Hermione Granger, Susan Bones, and Mandy Brocklehurst were all waiting. The Weasley girl was smirking.
"Thank Merlin, Blaise, you're probably the only one who will do this readily," Virginia said.
Blaise arched an eyebrow.
"Who has watched Moulin Rouge?" Virginia asked.
Only Granger raised her hand. Virginia took out an odd instrument from her pocket and pushed a button on it. A large box displayed moving images.
"Watch. Learn. Memorize. Blaise, this is a television. Concentrate on the movie," Virginia said.
"Stupid muggle contraptions," Blaise mumbled.
Virginia joined Hermione on a sofa in a corner.
"Ginny, what's this all about?" Hermione asked in a whisper.
"Have you ever heard of the club 'Time of Night'?" Ginny whispered back.
"Yes, it's the only club in Hogsmeade. It was built in the late eighteenth century, and it was built by Oswald--," Hermione cut off as Ginny held up her hand.
"That I know. Did you know they have shows at TON?" Ginny asked.
Hermione nodded. "So?"
"So, put two and two together. All of you, the movie, and the club," Ginny whispered.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Ginny! We'd get in so much trouble!" Hermione exclaimed.
"No, we wouldn't! I've checked ALL of the rules, and nowhere do the rules say that of age students can't go to a club," Ginny explained.
"But Ginny, you're not of age," Hermione countered.
"You're right, but I am also being supervised by four women who are of age," Ginny whispered.
Hermione frowned, obviously in doubt, for she leaned back, her brows furrowing. "Fine, but what are we wearing?" Hermione asked.
Ginny remained silent until the extra footage at the end of the movie ended.
"We are going to do an opening act for Virgil's Veelas. Opening acts are always based on a time period at the club. I think that we should do the Bohemian Revolution. I have the outfits," Ginny explained and walked over to a huge curtain.
She drew it back, revealing five different outfits. They were basically corsets and garter belts. One of them was even made of leather. They also had accessories such as trains, whips, headpieces, sets of diamonds, and jewelry. The leather outfit was pitch black, the crimson outfit had a gold train that reached down to the mannequin's knees. Another outfit was canary yellow with a bold, black outline and a canary's tail feather was laid to the side as a hair ornament.
The next outfit was navy blue with an open, black, silk over lay with a black top hat that had navy blue silk wrapped around the base of the barrel. The last outfit was jade green with occasional traces of silver along with a silver headpiece.
Everyone but Ginny frowned as they saw five tuxes. "We can't do this show without dogs to kick around," Ginny stated.
"Weasley, these are beautiful. Where did you get these?" Blaise asked.
"I made them. The colors go with your house, the black one is mine," Ginny replied.
"And the guys?" Susan asked.
"As long as he can dance," Ginny answered.
"So who's in?" Ginny asked.
Mandy, Susan, and Blaise nodded. Hermione was hesitant.
"Ok come on Hermione, you're the lioness of Gryffindor," Mandy said.
Hermione still looked doubtful. Ginny knew she'd have to resort to blackmail.
"Hermione, if you don't do this, then I'll tell everyone who you spend all of your free time with," Ginny said.
Hermione frowned. Susan, Mandy, and Blaise's interests had peaked.
"I'll pick out a song and work on the choreography. I'll owl you when I want us to meet again," Ginny said.
They all left, leaving Ginny to her own devises. Spike stepped out of the shadows. "Pet learned a trick. Blackmail is quite becoming of you, Love," he said and began to suck on the crook of her neck.
Virginia sighed happily and turned, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Virginia felt his tongue glide along her lower lip, as if seeking entrance. She allow him to explore her mouth as she ran the tips of her nails over his hard abs. He moaned softly and took revenge by rubbing his thumbs around her pert nipples through the thin material of her shirt. Virginia moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders to keep herself upright. Spike chuckled into the crook of her neck.
"Patience, Inferna. I want to play with you first," he said, his voice husky with want.
"No fair," Virginia whined.
"You're—right. —It—isn't—but—that—isn't—my—problem," he said, placing a kiss somewhere on her body for every word he said.
He slowly unbuttoned her shirt and bra. He sucked on one nipple and massed her other bosom. After Virginia arched her back, he switched, continuing his ministrations. Virginia was clutching his hair and leaving permanent marks on his shoulders by now. Virginia, thinking it unfair that Spike was fully clothed, ripped his shirt off and traveled her fingertips over his chest and down his back.
Suddenly, a loud banging came at the door. Spike and Virginia quickly put their shirts back on and tidied themselves. Spike strode over to the door. Potter and Zabini were all over each other. Virginia and Spike quickly slipped out, unnoticed by the pair and watched in amusement as the two disappeared into the Room of Requirement and looked the door.
When Virginia turned to speak to Spike, Spike was gone.
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This story will soon become very smutty. I promised this fic would be rated R. Tell me if you wanted sex, or if you want me to make it NC-17 and post it on a different website. REVIEW!
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