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LizaGirl: I'm not quite sure what you mean by Spike explaining what Buffy's done to get into her lessons...? Maybe you could explain more in your next review.
Krista: Yay! Someone who liked the crappy chapter! Thanks for the review :)
TigerTiger02: Thank you SO MUCH for the info on Spike's age! I really was clueless and I wanted to add in something about how old he was and that's why he took the job, but I didn't know his actual age. But now I do (sort of)! Thank you!
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Chapter Four
"Why is History of Magic in the dungeon?" Ron asked, looking at his schedule as they walked to their next class.
Harry shrugged. "At least it's not too far away," Harry said.
"Maybe it has something to do with the new teacher," Hermione wondered aloud. "I mean, new teacher, new location. It kind of fits together, right?"
"Well, we will soon find out," Ron replied.
They entered the classroom to find Professor Spike spinning himself around lazily in his chair. The trio exchanged curious glances. Spike then noticed that there were students entering the room, so he stopped spinning and stood up.
He cleared his throat. "Hello, everyone," he said. "I'm Professor Spike and I will be your History of Magic teacher this year. So, lets start off with... Well, what did you finish with last year?"
Hermione raised her hand. "You," Spike said to her.
"Goblin wars," she replied.
"Ah, yes, those goblin wars," Spike said with a chuckle. What the fuck were the goblin wars? He cleared his throat again. "So, after the goblin wars... there were the... Oh, bloody hell. Forget it. I just took this job because I needed some extra cash, and Dumbledore only hired me because I've been around for 131 years..."
"Are you a ghost?" Lavender Brown asked.
"No, I'm a vampire," he said.
The whole class gasped.
Neville jumped up. "I'll go get Professor Summers!" he said.
"No! Wait!" Spike said desperately. Neville tripped and fell on his face, though, so Spike didn't really need to stop him. "I'm not a bad vampire. Buffy- er, Professor Summers- happens to be a very close friend of mine. I can't suck any of your blood, anyway, and even if I could, I wouldn't want to. I need the money so I can buy blood." [A/N: Ack! I haven't watched the most recent seasons in a while, so I hope I'm getting all this info right!]
Murmurs seeped through the room.
"What in the name of Merlin is this guy talking about?" said Ron.
"Why can't he kill people?" Hermione wondered.
"I still think I should get Professor Summers," Neville moaned.
"This is all some scam so that he can get a big meal," Parvati decided.
"Then why isn't he attacking us?" Hermione pointed out.
"...Good point..." Parvati grumbled.
I should not have taken this stupid job, Spike thought to himself. This sucks. I'm so bad at this and I don't know anything about stupid magical history. I'll just let the students have a nice social hour everyday during class, and I'll become the favorite teacher.
Good plan, Spike.
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That evening Spike decided he wanted to take a walk outside and enjoy the darkness. Maybe he'd smoke a fag or two.
"Spike," someone suddenly said from behind him.
Damn, he thought, turning around. It was Buffy. That's not too bad.
"Buffy!" he said. "I was looking for you before. Listen, how are you handling this whole job thing? I tried to run a class today and I realized that I don't know anything. So I'm just going to let the kids have a social hour thing and I'll be the favorite teacher!"
"I tried to teach my class today and I just went on about vampires forever," Buffy said. "It was so boring. I felt so bad for those poor students."
"This sucks," Spike said.
"You can say that again," Buffy replied, sitting down on the cold stone steps in the entrance hall. "I miss Xander and Willow."
Spike laughed and sat down next to her. She turned to face him and he looked at her. Without really thinking she kissed him. It felt like it was before. Before The First came and ruined everything. Before they took this horrible job. Before everything sucked so much.
"That was just like old times," Buffy said, voicing her thoughts.
"Yeah," Spike said.
She leaned on his shoulder and he put his arms around her. Just like old times.
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Hermione had left one of her books in the library, so she decided to creep downstairs and get it. She grabbed Harry's invisibility cloak and walked quietly downstairs. But when she reached the big staircase in the entrance hall, she stopped dead. She had stumbled upon Professors Spike and Summers in their intimate moment.
Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew, was all she could think right now. That is the absolute grossest thing I've ever seen. Professor Spike said that he was close friends with Professor Summers. Well, I didn't think he meant that close! This is disgusting! Forgetting completely about her book, she turned on her heel and sprinted back to the common room.
"I'm scarred for life," she said, throwing herself on a chair next to Ron and Harry's.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"I saw Professor Spike and Professor Summers making out on the bottom of the stairs in the entrance hall," she explained.
"Ew!" Ron cried. "That's disgusting!"
"He said they were friends but... I guess they're friends with benefits," said Harry.
Hermione put her head in her hands. Why was this so hard for her to handle? She was supposed to be the mature one.
"I knew there was something going on between the two of them," she said.
"This is going to be one crazy year," Harry said, sighing.
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A/N: I probably wouldn't have put in that whole B/S thing if everyone weren't telling me to make a B/S fic. So, there you go! It's B/S! Yay! Now you can review...
