Author: Brooklyn Oracle

Genre: Harry Potter and Buffy the Vampire Slayer Crossover

Summary: Draco and Ron have found out a secret, and the answers are in Sunnydale, home of the Slayer and the Scooby Gang. Post Giles leaving on the plane to England and Tara was never here, BUT WILLOW IS IN MAGIC REHAB!!! Post HP 7th book, whenever that is.

A/N: These characters belong to Warner Bros © Incorporate. (I wish I owned them!), JK Rowling, and Joss Whendon. I have a couple that belong to me, but you can figure it out!

Thank you: to EVERYONE! R&R! HI ELLEN!!!(My cousin is reading all of my stories!)

Chapter 3

"So when are we going to bloody meet this Buffy the Vampire Slayer girl?" All of a sudden a blonde flash came charging through the doorway at him.

"AAAHHHHHH!!!" she screamed as she tackled the other blonde to the floor. Willow laughed nervously.

"Everyone, meet Buffy Summers. The Vampire Slayer." The girl, who was supposedly Buffy, looked up from pinning Draco to the ground. "Buffy, meet Ron Weasly," Willow looked at the two on the floor, "and I guess you've met Draco Malfoy." Buffy's eyes widened at the handsome British blonde and she got up quickly.

"Oh my gosh! Sorry!" Buffy offered a hand to Draco who cocked an eyebrow at her. "Will, you didn't tell me we had company!" she whispered sidelong to Willow. The witch just looked at her apologetically and shrugged.

"You knocked me down, Miss, do you have any bloody idea who I soddin' am?" Buffy laughed as he allowed her to pull him to his feet. Buffy Summers had hazel eyes and long strawberry blonde hair. She was wearing black pants and a leather jacket. Draco and Ron had had a while to get use to how Muggles dressed and acted. After all, they were attending Oxford with the 'supposedly' smartest Muggles ever.

"Well, aren't you the mini-Spike. This should be fun." Ron just looked on with amazement at her power. " Never can be too careful these days, you know. Hi, I'm Buffy!" she exclaimed, enthusiastically holding out her hand. Ron shook it without a word, but winced when Buffy gripped too hard. "Wow, you're quiet."

"He's really not. Weasly just hasn't gotten used to standing or even being, in the same room with beautiful women. He's always around that bookworm Granger girl." Draco flashed a charming smile. Willow blushed and Buffy just rolled her eyes.

"I'll have you know that Hermione is too, pretty." Draco snorted.

"Since when? And don't tell me since a long time, because that's not true. Not until she got her teeth not to look like beaver's." Ron looked about ready to pummel Malfoy.

"So, I figure since you all just popped in here, literally, you guys are witches?" Buffy said, dusting herself off.

"We're not women!" Draco said vehemently. "We're wizards. Very prominent ones too."

"Whatever, same diff Mr. Ego-Sorcerer-Guy. All that matters is that you guys are here to help clean up the leakage."

"Leakage?" Ron and Draco asked at the same time.

"Yeah, you know, spill?" Buffy explained, making hand gestures. "Oh right, you're British." She paused. "You don't wear tweed do you? 'Cause I so can not have more fashion disasters in my house. You also gotta keep up with the lingo." Willow laughed when the two boys looked confused.

"Buff, they were recruited by Giles to assist us. They both come from a long line of powerful wizards."

"So they're not bad wizards?" Buffy confirmed. Ron chortled.

"I'm not, but I dunno 'bout him. His father's a Death Eater for You-Know-Who. Draco's like a little-Lucius," Ron said.

"DON'T EVER COMPARE ME TO HIM, WEASLY! I'M NOTHING LIKE MY FATHER! I HAVE TO HIDE MY MOTHER AWAY IN THE COUNTRY SO HE WON'T COME TO THE MANOR AND TRY TO KILL US!" Draco blew up in Ron's face and Ron's mouth, for the twentieth time that day, hung open. The Slayer decided to break the awkwardness.

"Whoa! Back up for a second. Who's You-Know-Who? And you have a manor? As in a really big house with bazillion rooms?"

"You-Know-Who was the most evil and powerful wizard for a long time. His true name is Lord Voldemort," Ron flinched and Draco continued, "but people are too afraid to say his name. Weasly's best friend, Harry Potter, and I were the downfall of the Dark Lord, but he still has many loyal followers… like my father. And yes, I have a manor."

"Ooh! Can we see it?" Buffy questioned giddily. Draco laughed.

"Sure, after we clean up this mess."

"Promise?" Buffy reminded Draco of his childhood friend, Dria Le Renard. She was always pleading with him.

Draco, please? Just count to ten one more time! I wasn't ready! I couldn't think of a hiding place!" Her six-year-old chestnut eyes begged with him.

"Fine, just hurry up this time. One, two, three, four…" He turned around to see her hiding in the hall closet. Draco was eight; old enough to know that he was cheating. "Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! Ready or not, here I come!" The small girl was exactly opposite of Draco. Dria was tan short, had dark brown eyes, and black hair. Draco on the other hand, was pale and skinny, tall, had light gray eyes, and white-blonde hair. She laughed, and he scowled. She played, and he stayed in his manor. In other words, she did, while he watched.

He heard Dria trying to stifle her giggle. "Where could she be? I wonder…" he made a face as if contemplating where the young girl was really hiding. "I just don't know!" he said exasperatedly, feigning a face of defeat, deciding not to use his stealth against his only best friend.

"I'm here, you silly goose!" Dria replied, bouncing out of her hiding location with an innocent naive smile on her face. The large oak doors banged open revealing a calm, but grimacing Lucius Malfoy. The only reason he even let Draco romp with Dria is because it kept him well connected with her father, a foreign mobster.

"Draco Christopher Malfoy, please keep the noise level to a minimum."

"Yes, Father." Dria giggled at his stiff reply.

"One more time? Please?" she asked after the doors had closed.

"Okay."

"Do you promise?"

" Do you promise?" Buffy's voice came again.

"I promise, alright, Slayer? Now get off my case!" They all gathered around Willow who was setting her laptop up in front of a sunny window.

"You guys don't have to wait around. It'll take some time to get a map of the leaks." The two blondes and red head looked at each other and sat on the couch.

"It's obvious you're all computer impaired."

"Am not!" Ron said indignantly. "My father has one."

"But have you used it?" Buffy put in. Ron huffed.

"I didn't think so." Draco grinned in triumph. But it quickly went away.

"What about you, Mr. Hot-Shot? Have you ever used a computer?" Draco coughed.

"My family has no use for such Muggle devices. We can get anything we want when we want it."

"Sure," Buffy replied. "What's a muggle-thingy?" Willow laughed out loud at this.

"A non-magical person." Ron responded.

"Like me?"

"Yeah, but you're the Slayer. It's different." All of a sudden the front door opened and a young girl stepped inside.

"Like her." Ron said, pointing at a brown haired girl who looked about fifteen.

"I don't see you tackling her!" Draco said defiantly. Buffy merely rolled her eyes.

"Chill, Dragon-Breath. It's my sister." Ron, Draco, this is Dawn Summers, the youngest and last of the Summers Sisters."

"Thank Merlin," Malfoy said in a playful undertone that he knew Buffy could hear. When the short Slayer glared at him, he just smiled sweetly. "I never said a thing!"

"Dawn, Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasly."

"She actually is magical; she's the Key. She opens portals and that's magical… So she's not a muggle-thingy-mabobber." The boys looked perplexed, but soon shrugged it off.

"Ooh! As in Malfoy Realtors?" Draco nodded smugly after wiping the confused look off his face.

"Does everyone know these people except for me?" Buffy looked up at the ceiling as if it would give her some answers.

"I saw at least five commercials in the past hour for your company! I was at my friend, Janice's house, and we were watching Casa Blanca and we saw it! You were on it and saying, '…it's like magic.' And you're mom is so pretty!" the brunette girl babbled.

"Draco Malfoy is in Real Estate?" Ron said unbelievingly.

"Well, it's my mother's business thing." Draco said, flustered. All of a sudden the door opened again.

"Slayer? I'm home!" a British voice rang out. Ron and Draco's head whipped around to see a bleach-blonde male standing in the doorway with a smoldering leather jacket over his head. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS? YOU PUT UP THE DAMN BARRIER AGAIN?"

"Sorry, Spike!" Buffy replied cheerily. Draco got up and moved to the door. They both stood on the other side while Spike was left outside. It started to smell like charred flesh.

"Aren't you going to invite him in?" Draco asked, his gaze not leaving Spike and vice versa.

"Yes, listen to the pretentious prat that is Draco and let me in!"

"You guys are no fun! You can come in. Hey, how do you know him too?" Spikes sauntered pass them and headed straight for the fridge. "Ron, this is Spike, Spike, this is Ron." Spike grabbed a blood bag and drained it all.

"You're – you're!" Ron began to stutter.

"I'm a bloody friggin' vampire, you wanker!" Willow looked up disapprovingly, Hellmouth spill layout completely forgotten.

"Hey! No cussing… in any language!" Willow scolded. Her red hair was shining and her green-blue eyes laughed as she reprimanded the vampire for using the many British swear words. Spike smirked at her.

"I see Red already fancies you." They both blushed.

"SPIKE! Answer the question!" Buffy said impatiently.

"He's my great uncle William, turned into a vampire," Draco replied. Spike rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well, I'd rather not be referred to as that while I'm under present circumstances. You and your father are a disgrace to the Malfoy name, you know." Draco glared icily at him; family was starting to get to be an irritable subject.

"He's trying to kill my mum and I," Draco stated, putting everything in a nutshell. Spike looked taken aback.

"Gee, sorry mate." Are they here to clean up the mess the lil Hellmouth made?" Spike asked. Willow whispered into a terrified Ron's ear. Spike shot an irritated glance at the witch as Ron's frown turned into a broad grin.

"Yeah." Ron said, braver. "I didn't know you were neutered, Spike!" he exclaimed after sniggers from everyone else.

"I won't be if you keep that up!"

"So you can do magic too?" Dawn asked, admiring Spike even more than before.

"Surely, if I remember the spells right, but it's been over a hundred years since I practiced those things. And I'm pretty sure the Ministry confiscated my wand from my mum after I was turned. Reckon they'd snapped it in half."

"So what's the 4-1-1?" Buffy asked him, getting back on subject. Spike took a deep breath and started.

"Well, there are at least a dozen demons waiting for some 'sharp metal objects to protrude them' at Weatherly Park. There are eight new fledglings that just rose that are somehow immune to sunlight, and I think they're coming to the house." Buffy sighed and turned to the, once again shocked boys.

"This is really unusual. The norm is that there's only a couple of baddies. Now it's more like a swarm of them, and even some über ones, waiting for some slayage." They looked confused at her lacerated use of the English speech.

"It means, this many monsters is out the ordinary. We usually only have a few, but now there's a bunch of them, and even a few with weird abilities, just waiting to be killed!" Willow interpreted. Suddenly they all heard trash cans tip over and a car alarm go off. The door rattled.

"Do you two know any sunlight spells to intensify stuff…or holy spells?" Buffy asked hopefully.

"Sunlight ones, sure, Hermione taught me one in my first year at Hogwarts. We were trying to get the Sorcerer's Stone, but I was trapped in Devil's Snare and she said…" Ron commenced.

"'It's deadly fun, but will sulk in the sun!'" Willow finished, reciting the well-known rhyme to identify the plant. The door reverberated again.

"If you two are done telling stories, then let's go! It's called the Luna Solem spell, Weasly!" Draco said brusquely, wand ready to go at a moment's notice.

"Spike, you won't be immune to sunlight, so I want you to take Dawn upstairs and keep her safe, okay?" Spike nodded.

"C'mon Lil Bit." Spike hurried the brown haired girl up the stairs. The door shook even more and muffled shouting from outside could be heard along with pounding fists. Buffy stepped towards the door warily. Her hand reached out for the knob and…
A/N: Sorry to leave the cliffhanger! Couldn't help myself. :-P Anyway, the Devil's Snare bit was from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. AND Spike still sort of likes Buffy, but you'll see. I can't give the secret away! I'm writing a couple stories at a time, and my Newsies story seems to have a 1,000-inch cement block, well, blocking my mind. Hope you liked this chapter. Please read and review.

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