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!

Chapter 5

When Buffy finally parked the jeep, Ron shoved the door open and 'tossed his cookies' so to speak. Buffy looked over at Draco.

"I didn't drive that bad did I?" she asked. Draco's steely eyes danced with merriment.

"It's these bloody Muggle contraptions, pet. They're hard to handle," Draco said like he knew what he was talking about. Ron came out from behind the car, wiping the sides of his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Bollocks! You haven't even driven one, Malfoy. Next time let Willow bloody drive!" Ron said. Willow patted his shoulder and Draco looked back at Buffy. She was wearing a black-chiffon dress cut above her knees and dropped down in the rear, revealing her back and her hair was swept up on top of her head. Willow, on the other hand, was wearing tight flare jeans with a pattern embroidered on the side and a strappy green tank top that brought out her eyes. The witch's red hair hung loosely and fluttered in the night breeze. Draco and Ron also wore jeans- Ron's were the typical blue and Draco's, of course, were black. Draco wore a tight black turtleneck that showed off his body while Ron wore a light blue T-shirt that was a bit baggy. It almost seemed like the couples dressed according to each other.

"Well, welcome to the Sunnydale hotspot: The Bronze," Buffy said, linking arms with Draco and pulling him towards the entrance. "Crap, we have to pay the cover charge!" Buffy said rummaging through her purse.

"How much is it, love?" Draco asked.

"Ten dollars a person," she replied. Draco pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket and gave the bouncer, who was gaping at him, forty dollars.

"Hey, I've paid for you and Willow," Draco called back to Ron who nodded. The two girls grabbed their usual table while Draco and Ron got the drinks.

"Will," Buffy started, turning to her best friend. "I think you like a certain British red head who hates my driving!" Willow giggled and rolled her eyes.

"Well I think you like a certain annoying British bleach head," she retorted back.

"Which one?" Buffy said. "There's the two-hundred-year-old one and the twenty-one-year-old one." They laughed again acting like girls at a sleepover talking about their crushes.

Draco stared at the girls laughing while Ron ordered the drinks.

"Do you fancy Willow?" he asked plainly. Ron glared.

'Are you off your bloody trolley, mate? You simply can not just ask a person a question like that!" Ron said while blushing. Draco snorted.

"Well, do you?" Draco persisted.

"Yeah… But you like Buffy! I can tell. You thought she bloody drove well! Who on earth would think that?" Ron answered.

"At least I'm man enough not to deny it. He who loves not the loved one's faults, does not truly love," he said quoting the proverb.

"Here's your martini, two beers, and one diet coke. That'll be fifteen dollars." Ron rifled through his jean pockets and looked at Draco. Draco raised his eyebrow.

"Forgot to bring money on our date, Weasly? Just brill," he said smoothly. Draco pulled out his wad of Muggle cash again and pulled out a twenty. "Keep the change," he said to the barkeeper. They walked back to the table with the drinks.

"You can't just pull out cash like that, Draco. You'll get mugged, you know."

"Whatever," he said pulling up a chair. "Here's your martini!" He handed Buffy her drink with a kiss on the tip of her nose. Buffy just turned pink and grinned goofily. He handed Ron a beer and Willow the diet coke and took a gulp of the beer himself and swallowed it with great difficulty.

"They make 'em stronger here than they do in London, 'eh?" Spike said from behind the group.

"Bugger," Draco muttered, gritting his teeth. "William." Draco said nodding to Spike who nodded back glaring.

"Spike, what are you doing here?" Buffy asked.

"Why? Am I interrupting something, Slayer?"

"Actually you are, so sod off," Draco drawled in the same way Spike did.

"You were supposed to be looking after Dawn!" she exclaimed.

"She said you let her go to Janice's house!"

"And you're believing a fifteen-year-old?" Spike ignored her and pulled up a chair. Willow and Buffy were glaring at him to leave, as was Draco. Ron on the other hand, didn't seem to mind.

The band set up on stage and sang through the first song while they talked about random things. The band sang a slow song and Buffy was the first one to jump up.

"Ooh! I love this song! Dance with me Draco?" she asked him. Draco laughed.

"I don't dance." Buffy pouted at his reply.

"That git doesn't, but I do," Spike said smirking at her. She just glared at him.

"Please?" she pleaded again while sticking her lower lip out.

"Soddin' hell, let me, pet, and if Draco here changes his bloody mind, he can come and get you himself," Spike continued, pulling Buffy to him with his arm around her hip. Draco shot daggers at the vampire and let out what sounded like a growl.

"I can soddin' take her to dance myself," he snarled, whisking the Slayer out of the demon's hold. She giggled and pulled him to the dance floor.

"I thought you said you couldn't dance!" she asserted as they moved to the song.

You think you can have both of them

And I want you to know

That I'm in, I'm in

And this time I'm staying

To bury the trail that you left, you left

"Blimey! I never said I couldn't, I just said that I wouldn't, Buffy," he said, holding her closer. They spotted Ron dancing with Willow and gave a little wave. "There's a happy pair, love," Buffy nodded. She inhaled smelling Draco's expensive cologne. It tingled in her nose and the scent was imprinted in her mind.

"Yeah, I haven't seen Willow this glad since her last boyfriend. He was a werewolf." They both let out nervous laughs.

"And your past boyfriends…?" he questioned.

"Two vampires, an army man, various high-school guys, a hell-god's alter-ego… But nothing compared to you." She smiled at him. Draco searched her hazel eyes for sanction and when he found it he bent over and kissed her full on the lips. He smirked back.

"See? Why can't you do that more often?" she demanded teasingly.

"Maybe I will, Slayer," Draco said and kissed her again.

And if I was cold, well then you would

Stay inside me, warm me

Here I'm safe so here I stay

Lift me out; lift the doubt

Ron and Willow looked into each other's almost identical blue-green eyes.

"You know, Willow, I've never met anyone as bloomin' brilliant as you," he whispered into her ear. His warm breath tickled her neck and a shock of thrill went through her.

"I know. I was always really smart. I studied while everyone else went out to frat parties." Ron didn't mean intellectually, but he smiled at Willow's answer anyway.

"I bet you and Hermione would get along then." They danced in silence and noticed Buffy and Draco dancing very close and they waved to them.

"Draco and Buffy are a lot alike," he observed.

"Both blonde and annoying?" Willow jested.

"And I don't think they both can drive too well." Ron seized his opportunity and placed a gentle kiss on Willow's lips. She flushed, smiled, and they both continued dancing.

You asked me to say what I had done

I told you just like I told everyone

I still have some doubts that you are the reason

Still this is just so hard cause I know that I'll be left like always

Spike glared dangerously at the two blondes in the middle of the dance floor. A low rumble rose in his chest as he prowled around the dance floor watching Draco and Buffy. He knew that Buffy knew he liked her - a lot. Spike greatly envied his nephew at the moment and smacked himself in the head. What was he thinking, falling in love with a Slayer? He wouldn't stand a chance. Buffy would age, or die young like most Slayers, while he, on the other hand would be immortal, watching her die. Spike wondered if Draco knew the fate of most Slayers. Most didn't live past eighteen. Buffy was already twenty.

Here I'm safe so here I stay

Lift me out; lift the doubt…

The song ended and the four sat down and gulped their drinks. Spike sauntered up to the table.

"You're still here?" Buffy sighed.

"I bloody well am, Summers! I ain't gonna miss all the fun!" Everyone just rolled his or her eyes.

"There is no blinkin' fun in hanging around here, William, so if you would be so kind as to leave...?" Draco suggested. Spike started to yell.

"I SAW HER FIRST, DRACO! SHE'S MINE, SO SOD OFF! I HAVE WAITED LONG ENOUGH FOR HER AND YOU COME WALTZING IN HERE WITH YOUR STUPID MALFOY ARROGANCE AND SWEEP HER OFF HER FEET! JUST LIKE YOU'RE BLOODY FATHER DID WITH NARCISSA! IF HE HADN'T TOLD HER ABOUT WHAT I AM, I WOULD HAVE MARRIED HER!" Spike shouted. Draco was about to get up and roar back at the vampire for comparing him to Lucius, but Buffy held him down. Many people turned around to see what was happening. "BUFFY AND I HAVE BEEN THROUGH MORE BULL THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE!" Spike took a breather and saw Buffy's hand shoot to the stake held at her waistband. "AND MY NAME IS SPIKE, NOT WILLIAM!" he added. Buffy looked embarrassed for a moment and then shot a glance at Willow and Ron who were fidgeting uncomfortably. Buffy stood up and yelled back with the same force.

"YOU COME AND TELL ME YOU LOVE ME – HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FRIGGIN' REACT TO THAT?" Draco looked shocked once again and Ron awed at the short blonde's temper. Buffy continued yelling and had the whole club's attention. "AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOU TOO AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER? WE'VE HAD OUR TIME, SPIKE, BUT NOW IT'S OVER. I TOLD YOU THAT BEFORE, BUT NOW YOU'RE INTRUDING IN ME AND MY FRIENDS' LIVES. IT'S OKAY WHEN YOU'RE WATCHING MY LITTLE SISTER, BUT NEVER AGAIN, DO I WANT TO HAVE THIS TALK WITH YOU AGAIN!" Spike threw up his hands in surrender and stormed out the door, his black duster swirling like a cloud behind him. Buffy sank down in her chair and put her face in her hands.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked timidly. Buffy just nodded and breathed deeply. "You bloody sound exactly like my mom when my brothers set off Dungbomb explosions in the main hall." Draco laughed and remembered the incident. He put a comforting hand around Buffy's shoulder.

"Let's just bloomin' go," he said, helping her into her jacket. The mood lightened when Ron valiantly persuaded Buffy out of driving and handing the keys to Willow. Willow started the engine and they pulled out of the lot.

"Wow, that was eventful," she stated, making a sharp left turn. Ron looked paler than usual in the front passenger's seat.

"And I thought Buffy was bad…" he started to say.

A/N: Hope you liked it. I tried my best. Eh… The song is called "Key" by the Devics. It's a personal favorite. If you want it, it can be found on the Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Radio Sunnydale soundtrack. P.S. I'm getting more of a pairing theme now!