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 6

They got back to the Summers' residence and relaxed. It was already 12:32 AM and Dawn had supposedly slept over at Janice's house.

"…Yes, thank you, Mrs. Rally. Thank you for watching Dawn. I'll come to pick her up tomorrow," Buffy answered hanging up the phone. Willow downed an aspirin for her headache as Ron helped reapply the gauze to her head cut. Willow had changed into Soffe shorts and a long T-shirt and Ron was wearing navy blue shorts and a green baggy shirt. Buffy sighed and headed for the couch where Draco was watching Pay-Per-View in a white tank top and black slacks.

"What do you call this bloody brilliant thing again? A telly…?" Draco asked.

"You do have televisions in London, don't you?" Buff asked skeptically, flopping down on the couch. Her blonde hair fell on her shoulders where her red camisole straps loosely hung. She was also wearing loose fitting gray sweat pants.

"We bloody well do, but Malfoys are too blooming superior to notice," Ron said snidely from the pantry.

"Nuh-uh! You'd be surprised at how many bloody Muggle Classics I enjoy!" Draco shot back.

"Really? Like what? Name one," Ron demanded. Draco blushed vaguely before replying.

"Gone with the Wind," he muttered.

"Me too!" Buffy exclaimed. "Frankly, my dear…"

"I don't give a damn!" Draco blurted out, finishing the movie's quote. At this the redheaded couple in the kitchen laughed. Draco growled. "Well, it's better than Lord of the bloody Rings. Did you see how they portrayed wizards and elves! Preposterous!" Buffy rolled her eyes. "Elves are ugly little creatures that have no purpose except to serve us wizards and witches."

"Hermione would think otherwise," Ron sighed, referring to his best friend's organization, SPEW.

"I'm heading off turning in! Night!" Willow said, waving to Draco and Buffy while dragging Ron's arm with her other hand.

"Yeah, I'll get some shut-eye too," Ron said pretending to yawn following a giggling Willow up the stairs.

"Uh-huh. Sure," Buffy said raising her eyebrows doubtingly following her best friend and Ron. She turned back to Draco and smiled at him. "So, what are you watching now?" Draco's brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to remember the movie's title.

"A vampire movie, I think…?" he said uncertainly. Buffy looked at the screen as a bleached Keifer Sutherland roared onto the screen followed by more motorcycles.

"Ugh… The Lost Boys?" she demanded. "It's like a Lord of the rings for me." Draco nodded understandingly. "And look at their clothes! Who even wears their hair like that anymore?" Buffy chuckled and sat closer to Draco, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Well, then I guess we can't watch it," he said grinning. Draco kissed Buffy deeply and clicked the ON/OFF button on the remote without looking. Buffy smirked against Draco's mouth. "I'd much rather be doing other things." Before things got any further, Buffy put a hand on his chest and looked him in the eye.

"I don't know much about you except for your dad is a heartless jerk, you don't like Ron's friends, you're arrogant; possibly annoying, you are a hot wizard, and you're from England." Draco laughed.

"Well, here's the… ahem… 4-1-1, as you said: My full name is Draco Christopher Malfoy, only son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. I was born on September twenty-second. I attended Hogwarts from age eleven to eighteen. I graduated, then moved out. When the bloody Golden Three called me for help, I figured, why the bleeding hell not? So I went against Lucius's plans for me and brought down the Dark Lord with The-Boy-Who-Lived, AKA Harry Potter. Lucius heard of this and went friggin' mad. Then he tried to kill my mother and I." Buffy looked at him, her hazel eyes wide. "And no, I'm not as arrogant as you think. My personal Medi-wizard says it's a defensive tactic and my upbringing that causes my behavior. Ron's friends are just goody-two-shoes and, yes, I do suppose I am quite hot." Buffy was laughing with Draco by the end.

"You have your own medical wizard?" she asked.

"Yes. We pay bloody good money for him. And what about you? All I know is that you're the Slayer, you're a very cute, but a vexatious American, you've had the strangest boyfriends, and your driving is terrible."

"Ha! Let's see you try to drive the car! Well, I got called as the Slayer when I was going to Hemery High. My first Watcher died then I moved here and Giles came. My first boyfriend was Pike, a boy from school in Hemery. Then there was Angel – the vampire with a soul and Spike's grandsire. Then he lost his soul, I sent him to hell, and he then came back, blah, blah, and blah. Then there was Riley, a soldier guy from this secret government project. Then Spike and me had what you can hardly call a normal relationship. I also dated a hell-dimension goddess's host body called Ben. I've had some other relationships where I get my date nearly killed. Pretty interesting, huh? Being the Slayer doesn't really pay that much, so we always have financial problems."

" I'd like to go on one of those dates," Draco chuckled. "Well, at least you're happy right? Believe me, this is better than the manor."

"I doubt it. So, how did the Malfoys become such a illustrious name anyway?"

"Because we're pure bloods. We all come down a long line of wizards, meaning there are no Muggles in our heritage. All pure bloods are related, one way or another. Ron's related to me… I think." But there are some that are born of both Muggle parents and have natural magical skills. They're called…" Draco said, trying not to spit out the word. "Mud-bloods. Well that's the cruel nickname for one, anyway. It means dirty blood." Buffy frowned.

"That's horrible! It's like judging people by who their parents are! Like British royalty. You can't pick who you are born to."

"Don't we bloody wish," Draco drawled sarcastically, thinking about his own parents.

"Yeah, well… my mom died a few years ago of cardiac arrest. I came to the house and saw her on this very couch. They say there was nothing I could have done to save her. I was ten minutes too late, Draco. You know why? Because I was with Spike!" Buffy cried, sobbing softly into Draco's shoulder. She once again inhaled his expensive cologne smelling of seawater and rain. It comforted her.

"Merlin! Buffy, I'm sorry, pet. Sh, everything is ok now," he said hugging her. Buffy looked up at him with wet hazel eyes and sniffed. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and snuggled closer. Draco chuckled at her and she frowned. "You're cute, you know that?" Buffy smiled a first real smile of the day and he kissed her.

"I feel better now," she told him.

"Well, I don't want you just to feel better, I want you back to the way you were… my perfect Buffy."

"Well, mister, you're gonna have to give me more smoochies then!" Draco laughed. He hadn't felt this happy for a long time.

"I can do with some of those too," his voice was smooth and seductive and his accent made it much sexier. They kissed for another minute or so until Buffy yawned.

"Come here," she beckoned, waving her hand. Draco lay back on the couch with her and smirked.

"Where were we, love?" he asked. A loud snore was emitted from Buffy as her breath came out slow and evenly. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. "Right then, might as well sleep too." He closed his eyes and covered Buffy and himself with a quilt from the hall closet. "Goodnight, Buffy," Draco whispered into her blonde hair before putting an arm around her waist and shutting his eyes.

"Did that all really happen to Buffy?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, we were all devastated. Joyce, Buffy's mom, was like a mom to all of us."

"My friend, Harry, his parents died after he was born. They were killed by you-know-who."

"That must be awful," Willow said.

"He's healing… Now about this bloody bet," Ron started.

"I win, hands down!" Willow whispered excitedly to Ron. Ron shook his head, frowning. They both were peering through the wooden poles of the staircase.

"No, I remember I bloody well said, twenty dollars to you if they fall asleep before the good part."

"Well, they did, so gimme!" Willow said in a babyish voice, giggling.

"Merlin, you sound like my little sister when she tries to get something out of me," Ron said.

"Yeah, well, I want your money," she stated, holding her hand out.

"But, only Buffy fell asleep, love. Knowing Draco, he could have been up all night. I think he's bloody nocturnal, you know. Coming from an ancestor that's a vampire. So you owe me twenty dollars." Ron said now extending his palm on top of Willow's. Willow held his hand and pulled him forward for a kiss.

"Alright, but only because I'm dating you. And I know for a fact that you have no American money at the moment," Willow said with yet another giggle and handing him a bill. "But how can Spike be Draco's uncle? He's over one hundred or two hundred years old!"

"Well, for one, I think it's too long to say 'great' so many times before he gets to saying 'uncle'." The two laughed, desperately trying not to wake the slumbering blondes.

"Tell me about your friends," Willow asked, sitting herself at the top of the stairs.

"Well, we've known each other since we started at Hogwarts. Even after we graduated. We became known as the Golden Three."

"How is Hogwarts anyway? How can you make magic with wands? Isn't that sort of Disney-ish?" Willow asked.

"No!" Ron exclaimed indignantly. He pulled out his wand and gestured to his hand. "Like this: Rosarius ianthinus." A violet-colored rose dissolved slowly into his hand. Willow's eyes widened in awe.

"That's beautiful!" Ron blushed.

"Yeah, well, I still have to work on that one. It takes too long to appear." Willow smiled.

"Don't you get overloaded by magic? Like getting high on drugs?" she asked.

"Nah. We're born into magic. That's how Draco and I knew you were a witch. You had lots of power rolling off of you. It's too bad that you can't do that much magic now. I understand that it can be a bit addictive. Especially without wands."

"C'mon!" she whispered, getting up and heading towards her room. As soon as they were inside, Willow locked the door behind her.

"What are you planning, Will?" Ron said smirking and chuckling. Willow rolled her eyes and faked a gasp.

"You impish boy!" she asserted with a laugh. "I merely wanted to show you my spells."

"Oh," was all Ron could manage as his face turned the color of his hair. His freckles were hardly even visible.

"Come, sit," the Wicca said patting a cushion beside her. Ron sat cross-legged on the woven pillow and watched as Willow closed her eyes. "Dea adiumentum ipse [Goddess help me]," she murmured in Old Latin. "Caeruleus fulgor absisto aether [loose translation: blue lighting from heaven]." Slowly, light blue sparks appeared to be dancing around Willow's sitting body as she repeated herself. Ron's jaw fell to the floor in amazement.

"Bloody hell," he said. The blue friendly sparks suddenly turned a vivid red and started to singe places on the carpet. Willow's eyes shot open. Instead of her affectionate green eyes, cold black ones replaced them.

"RUBESCO FULGOR ABSISTO AETHER!" The little electric sparks grew larger and more violent.

"You're going to kill me after, Willow, but I have to do this," Ron ducked several bolts and crawled to her side. "Merlin, if you're there…" He brought his hand back and slapped Wilow across the face. The red head fell back onto the cushion and lay still for a moment. Then she started to groan and open her eyes. "Will? Are you okay? I'm so sorry," Ron said, cradling her body.

"See? Magic overload. Do I look fat from cookie magic yet?" Willow asked faintly. Ron looked confused but then laughed. [See Ch. 2]

"No, you're not. Because you so work out right?" Ron smiled. Willow laughed weakly.

"Yeah, I do," she said.

"You need rest. Too much magic," Ron said picking her up and tucking her in bed. "I'm sorry I started with the whole magic thing," he whispered into her ear. "And I'm sorry I slapped you." He got up to leave, but Willow was holding onto his arm.

"Don't leave," Willow responded, opening her shining emerald eyes. Ron sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked Willow's hair slowly. "Lie down, please?" The wizard nodded and lay down to face her. "Promise me something, Ronald Weasly," she began.

"Anything, Willow Rosenberg. Just name it, pet," he said, looking directly into her eyes with his bluish eyes.

"Promise me, that if I ever go overboard with magic again, that you'll kill me," Willow said under her breath. Ron laughed; thinking it was a joke.

"Sure, Willow," Ron replied. Willow frowned and shook her head. Ron caught the scent of sage and rose as her hair swayed back and forth.

"No, I'm serious. That's what Giles almost had to do the last time. I don't want to have to take that risk again. I don't want to hurt anybody anymore," she told him quietly. "Promise me…" Tears started to form in her eyes and she wiped them away. Willow sighed and closed her eyes.

"It will never have to come to that, Willow, never," he said to no one in particular. "But I promise."
A/N: I hoped you liked this one. You found out a bit more about Draco and Buffy this time than you did in the past chapters. I'm going to write a bit more on Ron and Willow the next time!

Lots of thanks to everyone!