Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter is not mine and never will be, but the OC's are and so is the plot concept. I do not own any Buffy stuff either, cause if I did I wouldn't have ended it at season 7.
Notes: A crossover between BtVS & HP. Just an idea that has been pressing on my brain for what seems like forever. This story actually started out as a plain old HP fic, but when the idea to bring in the Buffy cast jumped into my head I couldn't resist. This fic takes place at the beginning of season 7, right after Willow was about to destroy the world. As for the HP time span, this takes place as though they were in their 7th year just to make things run smoothly plot wise. I apologize beforehand for any OOC scenes, and please feel free to critique and comment. I understand that many of you might not understand the story because you don't watch Buffy, but I do suggest you read the fic anyway. I will try my best to answer all sketchy areas, and if you would like to know more about the plot line please feel free to email me at Ladymioneaol.com.
Quick Summary: He was tired of living his life for his father, and when the opportunity became available he formed new loyalties. Now he must battle his seventh year and his father, but if that wasn't hard enough he must now battle his dreams. He must battle his future. She was tired of feeling like a void after the destruction she caused. Her punishment was to attend proper training in the most prestigious wizarding school known. Yet the dark power that coursed through her veins continued to resurface; beckoning her to join them. What happens when these two worlds collide? And what happens when the Slayer has no control over the outcome? In one world everything has depended on the Slayer, and in the other everything has always depended on the boy-who-lived. What happens when the future of the world resides in two people who are trying to redeem their ties to dark power? A story of friends, foes and fiascos.
Chapter 3- A Dream
Darkness. It surrounded him from every angle and he quickly ran down the long endless corridor. His heels thudded heavily on the cold tile floor and he skidded to a halt at an approaching staircase. He recognized the staircase immediately. It was the left wing of the manor; it was where his fathers study was located. Gradually making his way up the staircase; his heart beat with a fierce intensity. Something was forcing him to climb the stairs. Something wanted him to go to his fathers study.
The hallway was quiet and he leaned his head against the solid door. He waited. There was nothing. Taking a breath he pushed the door open and glanced around the vacant room. What was drawing him to this room? Why was he feeling such a force surrounding him? Moving towards his fathers desk he lifted his fingers to the stone around his neck. Usually he didn't listen to the words of his father, but something about the tone of his voice caused Draco to keep the stone around his neck. He would research it when he had a bit more time on his hands. At the moment he was more concerned about the current situation taking place in his dream.
Dragging his hand along the desk he ruffled some papers out of place. Most of them were scribbled on with bits of words and information regarding upcoming Death Eater meetings. Shrugging it aside he shuffled through a few more papers and his eyes stopped on a torn out piece of parchment.
"No…" He brought the parchment closer to his face and his eyes narrowed at the single word. Willow.
A high pitched scream rang through the castle and Draco dropped the parchment from his hand. Covering his ears he sprinted from the room and headed in the direction of the scream. He jogged down the steps two at a time, the palms of his hands pressed firmly against his ears. Rounding the final spiral of the staircase he came to a quick stop as he reached the main entrance of the manor. She was standing before him yet again. Her dark hair blowing around her as though is was going to swallow her whole, and yet despite the terror in his heart and the fear in her screaming he couldn't help the attraction he felt. Draco's words caught in his throat. Who was this girl?
"Excuse me…do I know you?" The girl turned towards him and he could barely make out the features of her face. Regardless of her blurry appearance, he couldn't deny the fact that she seemed beautiful. Stepping down another step he reached out to her. A bright green light began to rise behind her and she smiled softly. Although he couldn't hear her voice he could distinctly make out the words that trailed from her lips.
" I love you Draco…I really do…" and then suddenly, as the green light shadowed down around her, she vanished.
"Not again!" Draco moved down the last few steps and ran his hand through the now vacant air.
"Come on Draco, we need to get down to breakfast." Shooting upright in his bed Draco came face to face with Lawrence.
"Where is she?" Draco's eyes darted madly about the room and he jumped quickly from his bed.
"Where's who? " Blaise pulled a sweater over his white tee-shirt and looked over his shoulder. " If your talking about Mia, she's in her own dormitory. You know, the girls dormitory." Blaise shook his head with a laugh.
"No you idiots. " He quickly ran to his bathroom and turned the icy water on in the sink.
Plunging his face down into the cold water he tried to suppress the thoughts of that girl. She had been in his dreams yet again, and this time he could have sworn she said she loved him. It just didn't make any sense. Pulling back from the water he studied his face in the mirror. Water dripped down his chin and landed on his chest creating a dark wet stain on his gray shirt.
"You alright Draco?" Blaise stuck his head around the doorframe.
"I'll be fine." The vacant tone in his voice gave him away.
"Yeah right, you look like shit." Walking in the room Blaise sat down on the toilet and laughed.
"Geez, thanks mate." Reaching for a towel Draco wiped his face and returned to the main room. "I just don't understand it. This is the second time I've dreamt about this girl, the second time that she has vanished before me, and you know what I'm thinking….."
Blaise raised his eyebrow.
"I'm thinking I sound like a bloody fool!"
"Maybe this girl in your dream represents some girl around here whom your attracted to." Lawrence chuckled and pulled on his shoes.
"Oh yeah genius, like who?"
"Granger?"
"SOD OFF!"
"You really need to let go of this Draco. You're just going to drive yourself mad with these foolish dreams of yours." The sensible words came from Blaise. "But maybe Lawrence is right. Maybe this girl in the dream represents someone you care about…"
"Look, I don't care about anyone, or anything unless it involves us. Still, " He began, shedding himself of his night clothes. Rummaging through his drawers he pulled out one of his uniforms, " Still I feel like this dream girl has this unspeakable connection with me."
"Draco you have had unspeakable connections to three quarters of the girls in this school." Combing through his hair once Blaise reached for his tie and wrapped it around his neck.
"Bite it, Blaise." Glaring at his friend Draco stood in front of the mirror. Slicking his hair back out of his face he reached for his books and sighed.
There was so much more that he wanted to tell his friends but at the rate this conversation was going he figured they wouldn't listen. They were too busy poking fun and getting a chuckle out at his own expense. So instead he focused back on his dream. There was something else about it that was eating away at him The scrap of paper with Willow's name scribbled upon it. What in the world would his father want with a lousy Gryffindor?
'She's not such an ordinary Gryffindor I suppose.' He shook his head and followed Blaise and Lawrence out of the dormitory.
The Slytherin trio paused for only a few minutes as they waited for Armina. Lawrence and Blaise were arguing quietly over some stupid Transfiguration answer, and Draco, too stressed to join the argument let his mind wander off into space.
Willow was just like they were. Someone who had once been compelled by the dark and was now trying to redeem themselves by doing what was right. Or was she? To be honest he didn't know much about her or where she came from. Sure she was from America, and her knowledge of the wizarding world was bleak, but something about her was still sketchy. After all she hadn't attended any schooling until now which didn't make much sense at all. It would certainly put a rut in his status, but he figured all he really need to do was ask. Although sitting down at the Gryffindor table with Potty and gang didn't settle too well in his stomach.
"A plan" He smirked and smiled over at Amira who had emerged from the girls dormitory. Still enthralled in his own world he mutely followed the lot of them out of the dungeons and the long flight of steps towards the Great Hall. "I'll devise a fool proof plan so we can meet alone."
"Draco?"
His smirk grew wider as they rounded the staircase and crossed to the large double doors that led into the hall. He could smell breakfast from where he was walking, and his stomach grumbled with hunger.
"Draco?"
Snapping out of his daydreams he cocked his head to the side and arched his eyebrows at Armina. She had closed any distance that was between them, and was now walking uncomfortably close to him. He was fond of Mia, but not that fond, and he could see the jealous steam rise from Blaise's head.
"What Mia?" He didn't mean to snap at her, but she had interrupted his thinking which was probably more important then anything she was going to say.
Startled by his tone she gave him a once over with her eyes before rolling them. Dropping her voice to a mere whisper she leaned in towards his ear and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Look Draco, I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop jumping down my throat every time you're in a bad mood. First of all I didn't do anything, and second…well, what I have to say is important!" Her voice rose slightly at the end of this sentence but she dropped it quickly again, " I need you to distract Blaise for the evening. Make sure he doesn't bother to come see me, or find out where I am…I have- " Her eyes shifted uncomfortably to her shoes," I have…um, a date, yes a date. You know how he gets Draco. I don't want him to ruin it for me. Please promise to help me."
She was right about that. Last time Armina had tried to go out with Jackson Caulfield of Ravenclaw, Blaise had taken the liberty of breaking Caulfield's nose. Blaise knew very well that Armina considered him nothing more then a friend, but time and time again the poor bloke couldn't help by try and fight for the woman he loved. Though she returned no similar feelings.
"Mia," his voice was hushed, "I'll do the best I can, but I can't make any promises. If it comes down to me lying to Blaise I'm going to have to give in. You know I can't lie to him."
"I know."
Shaking his head with a sigh he ushered her through the doors of the Great Hall, " Just be as discrete about it as possible. I'll try and challenge him to a game of wizards chess, or decapitating hangman."
Smiling lightly as she slipped into her seat at the Slytherin table, Mia let out a breath of relief. " Thanks Draco. I'll owe you one."
"You certainly will." Draco placed his elbow on the table and flickered his eyes at the arrangement of breakfast foods.
He had lost most of his appetite this morning when he awoke from that blasted dream, and although his stomach rumbled with hunger the idea of stuffing himself full of eggs and pancakes made his stomach churn. Juice would have to suffice. Reaching across Blaise, and accidentally knocking a container of oatmeal over, Draco poured himself a mug of fresh orange juice. A couple of younger students flashed him some odd looks but he disregarded them and continued sipping at his drink.
Across the hall at the Gryffindor table, Draco watched the youngest Weasel chat casually with Willow. Willow, though she looked like she slept well, sat there with her chin propped up by her hands. She too wasn't eating anything, and Draco wished he could just walk over there and ask her for some time to talk. Still that meant encountering the fabulous three, and the idea lost all its merit.
"Granger's giving you the evil eye.." Lawrence stammered through a mouthful of toast.
He was right. Draco turned his attention slightly to the left and there was Granger scowling at him from across the room. He watched her lean over and whisper something to the rest of them, and the entire lot, including Willow turned their eyes in his direction. Not knowing whether to turn his attention away quickly, or offering Willow a nod, he did the only thing that was natural when it came to the Gryffindorks. He stuck up his middle finger and then turned his attention back to his mug of juice.
He really needed a good plan.
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"He is such an immature git!" Hermione grabbed another muffin before slamming her free hand down on the table.
Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas jumped as she did this, and moved themselves a bit further down the table. Ginny gave them both a smile and shook her head, but Hermione was ultimately right. Malfoy was the biggest git in the entire school. No, scratch that, the entire world!
"He- well- he didn't seem so bad when I was with him on the train." Willow had lifted her chin from her hands when Draco flashed them the finger. True, she too was initially shocked when Draco had done it, but it was obvious there was tension between these two groups. What it stemmed from, well she was sure she would find out in time.
"Not that bad!?" Nearly choking on a piece of bacon, Ron scrunched his brows. " Malfoy is a bleeding arse, a piece of down right-" But Hermione had slapped him in the side of the head before he could continue.
Taking a swig of his juice, Harry cocked his head towards Draco, "He did the same thing to me when I first met him, Willow. He thought that I'd like to join up with him and his idiot friends, and for a moment I almost went with it, but once you hang around him long enough you realize he is a pompous arse whose only after a spot next to Voldemort."
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" Ron hissed through his clenched teeth.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever…"
For a second Willow considered this. On the train Draco and his friends had been super nice to her. They had disregarded the fact that she had involved herself in dark magic, and in fact they admitted to being sucked into it at one time as well. There was a knot inside her stomach that urged her to tell them that, but something about the way Draco had expressed it caused her to keeps her lips sealed. Besides, it wasn't anyone's business what they had told her, and in all she had found Draco quite interesting to be around.
"I'm sure he's not as awful as you guys think he is. I mean he was really, genuinely nice to me in that compartment. He could have kicked me out, but he let me stay. Maybe you guys just haven't given him a chance. There is a lot more beneath the skin of a person then they sometimes want you to know." Which was completely true in her case.
"The only thing beneath Malfoy's skin is ice and blackness" Ginny chimed in.
Willow felt her expression falter just a smidge. If they had known the things she had done they would surely ban her from the table. Certainly if she was in their position she wouldn't want to hang around a murderer either. Her secret had to remain just that. No one could ever find out the things she had done. Placing her chin back in the palm of her hand Willow snuck a quick glimpse over towards Draco again. He seemed to be caught up in some sort of conversation with Blaise, and the smile on his face was a kind and welcoming as it was on the train.
'They have to be wrong about him. They just have to be…'
"Come on Willow," Being pulled from her thoughts Willow looked up at Hermione. " We have Charms class now, and then a fun filled double Potions class."
"Sounds great." Struggling to get the words out Willow rose from the long Gryffindor table and snuck one more peek over towards Draco. This time his own gaze caught her own but before she could do anything Hermione grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the exit.
"I do hope Professor Flitwick accepts my holiday homework. I could barely squeeze four rolls of parchment out of the topic." Hermione had her hand clasped firmly around Willow's wrist as they exited the Great Hall.
"Hermione, the essay was only supposed to be two rolls of parchment. How can you wonder if he will except it? Flitwick will squeak with joy when you hand that in." Ron huffed as he tried to keep up with a rushing Hermione.
" I should only hope so Ron. Do you know what the consequences would be for the Head Girl to receive a failing mark?"
"You'd loose your library privileges?" He grinned, shooting a look over to a chuckling Harry.
"You're an absolute riot."
Weaving through the hallways Willow tried to take in everything as much as she possibly could. Between moving staircases, portraits that waved and smiled, and the occasional ghost that would float through the wall, Willow was completely mesmerized. For once she was surrounded by people who shared the same sort of talent as she did. It was a feeling that she couldn't possibly explain, but deep inside she owed Giles everything for believing in her. If he hadn't pushed her to come here she would have graciously accepted that ticket to Azkaban in a second.
"I didn't know this place so big." Willow breathed as she was tugged up another staircase by Hermione.
"I know…quite overwhelming. We will give you a tour right after classes." Pulling Willow a bit harder Hermione barely gave a glance over her shoulder as she spoke.
"Don't mind Hermione, Willow." Ron began, " She gets a little jumpy if she's going to be late for class."
"Shut up Ron"
Continuing through the corridor, and climbing a few more staircases at a ridiculous speed, Willow took a deep breath. Though she had been studying her own magic for so long the thought of being taught by an actual wizard was exciting. Her wand was tucked carefully in the pocket of her robe, and she gave it a feel with her free hand. True, she thought the idea of using a wand was a bit silly, she found the whole world more captivating then she could have ever imagined.
"Ouch." A sudden pain sprang through her toe.
With all of her daydreaming she hadn't realized they arrived at the classroom door, and her klutziness had caused her to bang her toe into a very large, very stone statue right outside the door. Cursing mildly to herself Willow followed the three into the Charms classroom. Up front a tiny little man grinned madly on top of a large stack of books. Most of the seats in the room were taken and Willow shuffled after Harry and dropped into the seat next to him. It was almost routine how everyone removed their wands and organized their books perfectly on their desks. It was obvious they had been doing this for years, and Willow watched with careful eye as she copied everything they did. She was so engrossed in her own organizing that she had barely noticed Draco and his friend waltz through the door to the Charms classroom.
"And now that we are all present and accounted for we can begin our last year together at Hogwarts." Professor Flitwick clasped his hands together with glee as her smiled down at his students. "The summer holiday has surely gone fast, and I promise this year will be out very best Charms year yet, but, " He stepped down from his stack of books and shuffled across the room in Willow's direction, " we have a very special addition to our class this year. Please welcome Willow Rosenberg from the United States. Willow I offer any assistance you might need to catch up with our work, and I'm sure many of our classmates here will offer you the same assistance if its needed. So now…please open your text to page 473 so we can begin our discussion on weather charms."
"Weather charms?" Willow arched her eyebrow at Harry.
"I know, they do seem rather boring but Flitwick just wants us to learn the basics. Though towards the end of last year he taught us a wicked locating charm." Lifting his wand Harry mimicked the wand movements for the wind charms Flitwick had just demonstrated.
Willow smirked. It wasn't as though she felt superior to this sort of stuff, but she had learned how to use a locater charm almost two years ago, and she didn't need a magic stick to help her get through the charm. The idea, though she hadn't meant it, struck her super funny, and she giggled rather loudly.
"Something humorous Ms. Rosenberg?" Flitwick craned his neck in her direction.
Startled to be spoken to in class, Willow shook her head violently," Oh…no sir. Nothing funny at all."
"You have much to catch up on Ms. Rosenberg. Slacking off will not help that situation." He gave a nod before turning back towards Neville Longbottom.
For a moment Willow felt utterly guilty. Here these people were trying to help her redeem all the darkness inside of her and she had the nerve to mock their culture. It was sick! It was sad! However it was hopelessly true. It was ridiculous that they had to use wands, and when that notion settled down on her Willow rolled her eyes for the very first time at a Professor.
Hell it they wanted to teach her the correct ways to do magic then maybe they should have extended a letter to her when she was eleven years old. Maybe then she wouldn't be in this predicament. Suddenly all the excitement for learning escaped her, and she busied herself by watching Harry, and some other students practice the silly charm.
A beastly looking girl from across the room, Millicent Bullstrode, kept conjuring a rain cloud instead of wind. The rain poured relentlessly over the girl and Willow bit her lower lip to keep from laughing again.
"Ms. Rosenberg have you already perfected your weather charm already?" Flitwick scurried across the room towards Willow.
"Oh-well- you see…."Stammering over her own words the heat in her cheeks rose furiously.
"Don't be afraid Ms. Rosenberg, give it a try at least."
"Uh-er- um…all right…"
With a half hearted smile Willow picked up her wand tentatively. One wrong swish and she'd be likely to start a thunderstorm right in the middle of the classroom. All eyes were focused on her and she silently wished that Xander was at her side to ease her nerves with a stupid little joke.
Taking a deep breath she quickly muttered the charm and swished her wand diagonally down to the left. Shutting one eyes she waited with baited breath for the outcome of the charm she had just performed.
Nothing.
Nothing at all happened, and oddly enough she was relieved. "I'm sorry Professor I-" but a clap of thunder cut her off and everyone's eyes shifted over towards Harry.
A small cloud loomed over Harry's head and before Flitwick could charm it away it opened up and down poured over Harry's head.
Silence.
Then suddenly a tremendous roar of laughter erupted from the Slytherin side of the classroom. Willow felt her face turn a deeper shade of crimson, and as she glanced at the Slytherins, she finally noticed Draco among them .He held his stomach in laughter, occasionally wiping a tear from his eye. Mortified be what she had done, Willow slowly placed her wand back down on the table before shaking her head in shame.
"Here Here to Willow for making our first class back a dripping success." Draco managed to get out through his shaking laughter.
Muttering the counter charm, Flitwick held up his hand in order to calm down the class. " Please control your laughter. Mr. Malfoy quiet."
"Oh come on sir, Potter loves the attention. Lets not rain on his parade." Draco coughed up another laugh which also caused the other Slytherins to erupt in laughter.
Ron stood from his chair, his face flushed in anger, " Shut up Malfoy."
"I'm shaking Weasley."
"Enough boys." Flitwick tried to squeak above the bickering.
Between the laughing, the yelling, her mistake, and the obvious hatred Draco held for Harry, Willow felt her fingers ball into a fist. There was a flicker in her eyes that only one individual caught sight of, but in a blink of an eye the dark cloud that had opened over Harry formed above the head of the Slytherins. In an instant the clouds burst open cutting off the laughter. A few girls screamed. Pansy Parkinson tried to run out of the way but a smaller cloud just followed her in circles. Draco on the other hand exchanged a curse or two with Blaise before the charm was once again broken by Flitiwck.
"My my my…what an interesting class today. "With a sigh he looked between the faces of the Slytherins and Gryffindors. "Since we didn't progress as far as I would have liked today, please write one roll of parchment on weather charms for next class. Oh and before you go please hand in your summer assignment. Good day class."
Rising from their seats Ron held his stomach. "Did you see Malfoys face? I thought he was going to die…which when you think about it would be an extra perk."
"Ron…" Flashing him a stern look Hermione waltzed up front and handed in her summer assignment.
Willow gathered her things together as the three handed in their assignments. She knew she had caused that freak storm to rain down on the Slytherins. She felt the anger grow as they laughed at her stupidity. Once again she had lost control and once again she felt herself sink lower in despair. At this rate she would never be able to redeem herself.
"Harry, I'm so sorry." Willow began as Harry approached her.
Flitwick had performed a quick drying spell when he had turned in his work, but the tips of his messy hair were still wet. "Don't worry about it Willow. I've been through a lot worse. I do believe I can tackle a little bit of rain." He smiled.
"Good…that's good. Relief off my back." She grinned nodding to Ron and Hermione as they joined Harry's side.
"Well maybe the excitement of this class will balance out the hell mouth we are about to enter." Ron jammed his hands into his pockets.
"Hellmouth?" Willow's eyes widened in confusion. There was a hell mouth here? In school?
"Snapes room…it's like walking into the mouth of hell." Harry explained, ushering Willow out of the charms room.
No one had noticed the flash of anger in her eyes when the storm clouds burst open. No one noticed that she had done it all without the use of a wand. He noticed, but no one had noticed him while he watched it unfold from the doorway. She would prove to be a challenge. He liked a good challenge. With a swish of his robes, Severus Snape turned on his heel and headed for the dungeons. Class would be in session soon, and the more time he had to harass Potter the better his day would turn out to be.
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There was a fear lingering in the air of the dungeon that brought a satisfied smile to the face of Draco Malfoy. It was positively exhilarating when he watched the terror grow on the faces of the Gryffindors. Potions had always been his favorite class solely for this reason. He didn't have to be the smartest, he didn't have to be the quickest, hell he barely had to lift a finger in the class.
"Check her out." Lawrence elbowed Draco in the side. "She's in for a rude awakening once Snape gets here. Thinks she's got it made joining the Potter Patrol." Lawrence sneered.
Draco cast a sideways look at Willow whom had taken her seat next to Harry again. What did she see in that little bugger anyway? Yet another reason he needed to get her alone. The more time she spent with Potter, the more likely she'd be prone to hate him. He needed to justify his actions though he couldn't understand why he even cared. As far as he was concerned she should mean squat to him now, but he just couldn't let that be.
"What are you staring at Malfoy? " Ron narrowed his eyes from the far side of the room.
"Control him Granger, we wouldn't want anything unpleasant happening after class today." Lawrence gripped his quill so tightly that it snapped clear into two.
"Cant you fight your own wars Malfoy? Now you got your minions speaking for you. Pathetic." Hermione spoke so firmly that even when Snape silenced her as he walked in she held her stare with Draco.
"Filthy Mudblood." He mouthed to her, before turning towards the front of the classroom.
"Quiet! There will be absolutely no talking unless I ask for it." He swished his robe, and turned with a ballerina like elegance on his heel facing the class. " I see we have a new addition to this class. Another Gryffindor…" The words rolled from his lips with such resentment that Draco smirked again.
"Ye-ye-yes, sir." Scared wasn't even a word to describe the look of fright on Willows face. Petrified would be a good word. Yes, petrified would do well.
"Ms. Rosenberg, did you not hear what I had said no more then three minutes ago? There is no talking in this class unless I address you first." Snape advanced on her, his robe billowing behind him. " But….since you think you can defy simple rules that everyone else must follow, you can begin todays lesson by telling me the three simple steps for a hair growth potion."
"I don't know sir."
"Do you know how long it takes to brew a week lasting glamour potion?" Or a headache relieving potion?" Do you know any of this?"
He felt a twinge of grief for her knowing just how intimidating Snape could be to the average new person. The twinge was quickly replaced by pain as Lawrence elbowed him once again.
"This is great, isn't it mate?" He chuckled under his breath and turned his attention back to Willow.
Draco on the other hand rubbed his side while Snape ripped into the redheaded witch a little longer. Sometimes he really was a miserable greasy old man.
"I do not sir."
"Then I suggest you remember not to dismiss my simple rules anymore. The next time you do will result in a deduction of points followed by a grueling detention."
Draco fiddled with his quill while Snape began the days lecture. It was pointless for him to pay attention to what he was saying. After all he could purposely put down all the wrong answers on an exam and he'd still find his grade exceptionally higher then half of the class. He scratched the tip of his quill along some parchment, doodling a couple of lines while sneaking peaks over towards Willow.
"I hate partner work." Lawrence's voice sounded beside him.
"Huh?" He snapped out of his doodling and turned slightly towards Lawrence.
"Partner work…it sucks." he nodded towards Snape who had started to pair them up with other members of the class.
"Potter, Germaine," Draco and Lawrence turned towards Armina whose faced flushed with instant anger. They laughed. " Granger, Thomas and finally Rosenberg and Malfoy." Draco's laughing had been replaced by a nervous gulp of air. This was it, this was his chance to apologize. Or at least a chance to get her alone.
"Move with your partners and gather your ingredients for the Disappearing Potion. It should turn a thick blue when complete. If you should fail to meet this color then prepare to test the potion on yourself." Snape snapped his eyes towards Neville Longbottom and Parvati Patil.
Draco sighed, removed his robe and proceeded to roll up his sleeves. He gave a curt nod to Willow as she sat down next to him, but he barely had the courage to say anything to her. He could already tell she was angry with him. After all he had been kind to her on the train, and then terrible after she was sorted. Truth be told he didn't blame her for being angry. Who would want to forgive a cold, heartless, Slytherin when a bunch of goody goody Gryffindors filled her head with the blackest thoughts of him.
"Look." they both stated at the same time.
"You first" Draco ushered her to tell what was on her mind. It was the gentlemanly thing to do.
Willow swallowed." Look obviously I misjudged you on the train. You offered me reassurance when I thought no one else would, but I-"
"Here cut up this root so we look busy." He reached for two roots and gave her one.
"Thanks…anyway," She began slicing the root." After today I realized I was wrong about a lot of things. Its obvious that you don't share the same interest in me anymore. Whether it be the house I was sorted into, my new friends….whatever it is, I don't need it. I hate to be mean, rude, I hate for you to think I am an awful person, but I don't need to deal with this immaturity now. Definitely not now."
"But you think Potter and gang is a virtue of innocence and friendship? Are you blind to the way him and his friends treat me? I think your living a hypocritical fantasy Willow. You don't understand-"
"No, you don't understand. I don't want an apology, I don't want pity. Just forget we ever met on that train. " He watched her cut up the root with such fury that they were far to small to use in the potion. Ok, so he had tried to remain civil throughout this whole ordeal. That crap went flying out the door.
" You idiot!" He grabbed the knife from her hand." Your going to ruin the potion."
"Then you do it you pompous git!" She seethed.
"Sir, this American twit has ruined everything! Our potion is completely botched." Hell if she didn't want to hear him out, then forget about making amends, forget everything.
"Ms. Rosenberg that will be ten points from Gryffindor for intentionally trying to sabotage another students work. You will also cut up the new roots perfectly for Mr. Malfoy." He tossed her another root and then strode back towards Nevilles table.
They worked in silence for the remainder of the class, barely looking up at each other as they mixed the ingredients together. The potion took on the exact color that Snape had wanted, so as everyone watched Seamus test his potion out on his left hand, Draco gathered his things together.
"Could you hand me that piece of parchment?" Willow's voice interrupted his silence.
"Cant you reach over ad get it yourself?" He stuffed his books into the black leather bag his mother had purchased for his sixteenth birthday.
Willow mumbled under her breath, reaching across the table and grabbing the parchment. "You know," She folded the parchment and placed it in the bindings of one of her text books, "You are in desperate need of some help Malfoy. You keep up this charade of dark, evil, mistreated child, and your going to end up a lonely, good for nothing, bastard."
He felt his body tense, and he swung around so quickly, that his bag fell off the chair and created a loud thud. " I'd watch it Rosenberg. Be nice when you address a Malfoy. In my world, you are always taught to respect those more powerful then yourself." He smirked.
Slinging her own bag over her shoulder Willow sneered, " Then perhaps you should drop to your knees and beg at my feet." Without another word she had fled from the room without even waiting for the Potter Patrol to guide her back to her common room.
Draco's eyes were wide with astonishment. He had never expected her to come back at him with such powerful words.
"What did that bitch say Draco?" Blaise, stepped to the side of his friend and glared at Willows retreating back. "I could go cut her off in the corridor. Make her apologize for speaking to you like that." Blaise cracked his fist.
"No." He picked his bag up from the floor and shook his head. "No, forget it Blaise. I'll deal with her myself."
"But I thought-"
"I'll take care of her Blaise. Don't worry about it." Propping his own bag over his right shoulder Draco left the potions room with two things on his mind. One, how the hell he was going to distract Blaise from Armina for the evening. Two, how the hell he was going to talk to Willow without running into anyone else. "I need a drink." He mumbled, disappearing down the end of the corridor and heading for his dormitory.
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Prophetic dreams had taken a nice vacation as of lately. Most recently she had been guilty of dreaming about shopping, chocolate covered strawberries, Bard Pitt, and the occasional one where she was crowned Queen of Sunnydale. Hey, even slayers had the right to dream about ridiculous things every now and then. This dream, was perhaps the very best reoccurring dream she had ever had. Adorned in a gown of diamonds, rubies, and a beautiful feather mask, Buffy walked towards the center of the ballroom. It seemed as though it was some sort of masquerade, and of course Buffy was the guest of honor.
Men from every inch of the room begged to dance with the beautiful slayer, and Buffy giggled at the thought. She danced with a tall blonde fellow, one who droned on and on about his accounting firm on Long Island. The short red haired man didn't talk at all, and sort of made her uncomfortable, but he danced divinely.
He would be coming soon. He always arrived late.
Sure enough, while she was dancing with Mr. I-Talk-About-Nothing-But-Myself, he appeared on the balcony outside the ballroom. Buffy excused herself from the arms of the conceited fellow, and weaved through the crowd until she stepped out onto the balcony ledge again.
"You came again." She smiled, stepping closer to the man who had plagued her dreams for weeks.
"I had to come. I needed to see you again." He grinned, offering his hand in which he encased hers and tugged her closer to him.
"How long will you stay with me tonight?" She leaned her head against his chest and closed her eyes.
"I cant stay very long tonight. In fact I only came to tell you one important thing." He pulled slightly away from her, lifting her chin so that he could lock his eyes with hers.
Something was wrong. The dreams in which this mysterious stranger appeared never ended like this. Usually he kissed her goodnight and then be gone until the next time he decided to appear. This was different.
"Tell me." she said blankly.
"He is coming for her. He will take her, and when the time is right he will kill her. You will be needed to protect." He kissed the top of her forehead, and took another step away from her. " Your greatest test will arise soon Buffy. Your greatest success and your greatest failure…"
Her heart stopped beating for a millisecond. Strange. Way to strange, and to make it all the stranger, this man had called her Buffy. Since she had begun dreaming about him almost three weeks ago, he had never addressed her by her first name. She didn't even know his, or where he had manifested from.
He began to climb the railing of the balcony, casting a glance in her direction only twice before standing on the railing.
"Wait!" She rushed to the ledge, her eyes begging him to come back down and tell her more. " That's not enough. I need to know more!"
"I cant tell you anymore then what I already have. I'm sorry Buffy. I truly am."
"Then at least tell me your name."
The stranger looked down upon her with his enchanting raven eyes. His dark hair, though a bit long and disheveled hung around his face and created shadows that sent utter chills throughout her body. The dark clothes that covered his body revealed a man of great muscle, a man with grand attributes, and Buffy only wished he could stay just a bit longer so she could be with him.
"Tell me your name, please."
He smiled, casting his head back and taking in the night sky. Then, before she could ask him again, he winked and threw himself over the ledge of the balcony. Buffy screamed as she watched his body plummet towards the hard earth. Without a second glance down she sprang away from the balcony and back through the ballroom. Pushing herself through the people she took the main staircase two at a time before emerging out onto the front lawns. The balcony had been on the far side of the castle, and she wasted no time rushing towards the spot where her stranger had hurled his body.
When she reached the balcony she looked around the ground, peering through the bushes to find the body of the man. There was nothing. Looking up again she made sure she was directly under the balcony before looking at the ground again in puzzlement. He couldn't have possibly lived? He fell all the way down from that balcony. She looked up again, and then directly down to the spot where he should have landed.
The ground had looked like it was crushed slightly, as though some heavy body had been lying there for a brief second before taking off again. Yet he was no where in sight. It was preposterous, creepy, and heart wrenching, all at the same time.
It's a dream Buffy. Only a dream.
A movement directly in front of her caught her attention, and she focused through the thick black night in order to make out the figure that was in front of her. It was running, and at a miraculous speed at that. She squinted, taking a few jogging steps towards the running creature. It seemed as though it was playing in the grass, in a world of its own before it even noticed Buffy standing there. When it did, its head perked up in a peculiar state, and before she could approach it, it ran off towards the trees.
Its body moved with such elegance that Buffy smiled, almost forgetting about what had just occurred to get her all riled up. It didn't seem to matter much anymore. After all, watching that big black dog play happily in the grass, she had a sudden feeling of safeness.
Buffy opened her eyes and stifled a yawn that pressed at her lips.
"Stupid silly dream." She yawned once more before rolling over and going back to sleep.
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"Something's not right"
He sat up quickly, running a hand over his face. Once again he had fallen asleep in his armchair, and once again he had that bloody dream about that silly girl. This time however something wasn't right. He had said something that didn't seem right at all. He pulled out some parchment and began writing a letter, though his mind was still off in the world of his dream. It was evident now that he had an obsession with this fantasy girl, but at the same time it was evident that something terrible was about to happen. He needed to speak with Harry, and so Sirius Black settled into his armchair and began to write his godson an urgent letter.
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