Assigned Seats

Author: Siren of Hell (occasionally my friend Jane)

Rating: This is R for bad, bad words. Please don't read if you're not old enough!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. HP belongs to JKRowling and some publishing company, BtVS belongs to Joss Wheldon and some other really rich TV people, and Mutant Enimy and Fox and many, many more. Simpsons(which is mentioned in passing) belongs to Matt Grogien and I think that's it..

Summary: Harry Potter/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover. Hogwarts has a new DADA professor, she's not exactly conventional... and what's more! She's determined to make a couple of her students realise something about themselves.

Timeline: Three years after s7 of Buffy, and 6th year for HP and gang.

Spoilers: HP-up to Order of the Phoenix, Btvs – up to s7, Ats – up to first/second episode of s5

Pairings: HP/DM, BS/A(us), and probably RW/HeG and WR/SS

*Warning* Slash

Dedication: To Janey, my inspiration and all that...

Author's Note : For the purpose of this fic Angel and Spike do love each other (In a violent love hate kinda way). Not very much romantically but in a familyish way, but with some bits of romance. What can I say, they come from a fucked up family.

Chapter 5 Raw Centre?

"Well it looks like you don't need us, so we'll just be going on to transfiguration. We're late as it is," Harry broke the silence that had descended upon the room.

"Not so fast Potter," Snape said, focusing in on the boys, "I want to know how that happened first," he pointed at their bound hands, "and then I have to speak to Draco... in private!" The sneer was back on his face.

"I should probably take the first one, don't you think boys?" Buffy started, a smile played at her lips. "This is a punishment. These two got into a fight in my class."

"So you bound them together!?! Do you have brain damage from hitting your head in one too many fights or something!?!"

"No, I just see what others don't. You've all been here for so long that you expect everything to be the same. As I'm new to the school, I observe things; I can see what has changed when others can't. You're all stuck in your past pretences, I'm just trying to show you a different point of view. And these two have changed from when you first met them; I can assure you of that. Besides it's the only way they may learn to stop fighting, because after five years of detention... well, I can see how well that worked. Plus it's hilarious to watch, you've got to admit! And that's what it's all about"

Snape threw up his hands in frustration.

"Well un-do it! NOW!"

"NO. Not until they've learnt their lesson. That or until they sleep together, whichever comes first," Buffy said cheerfully with a shrug.

"Perhaps you should talk to Draco later Severus, when he's... learnt his lesson," Dumbledore said in a slightly more serious tone, "Now boys, I think you've missed enough class don't you? I'll write you a pass and then you can be off. And if the chain isn't gone by dinner time come back to my office and we'll discuss sleeping arrangements." With that the boys were forced out of the office leaving a seething Snape behind in his anger. Buffy was giggling quietly in her chair.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The boys made their way down a dark corridor on the way to transfiguration. Harry stopped, pulling Draco to a stop as well.

"What is it?" Draco said snidely.

"I want to propose a truce, at least until we get the off," Harry said lifting his wrist in explanation. Draco glared, but quickly realised that it was the only way to get out of this experience unscathed.

"Fine, but tonight we're going to the library."

Harry grinned impishly.

"You want to research the slayer to huh?"

Draco glared.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Hours later Buffy sat at her desk, thinking about her second day of teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She smiled slightly when she recalled her second lesson of sixth year Griffondors and Slytherings. The two gorgeous guys, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, were so obviously in love. It was surprising that that fact seemed to elude just about all the other students in the class, and most of the teachers too, she had no doubt. She had not smiled so much, let alone laughed, in a very long time, and with that thought she knew that coming to Hogwarts was the right idea.

Just two weeks ago she knew she was baked, cookies, but she just couldn't go back to LA. And she knew exactly why, but didn't want to admit it to herself. Which is why, when Albus had offered her the teaching position, which she knew she would be perfect for, she had accepted. Later that day she cashed in her ticket back to LA and bought one for the Hogwarts express, and the reason? Well the reason was that she was terrified. She was so scared that she would go back and no body would want her, especially after the damage her friends had done when they had kicked her out in their last Sunnydale apocalypse. But most of all she was scared that Angel would realise that she wasn't worth waiting for, or that he had moved on to someone better, or that he didn't love her any more, or worse, he never loved her in the first place.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she brushed them away angrily. She shouldn't be thinking things like this, she knew, but she couldn't help it. She had been gone so long. And these insecurities were the reason that she was still in Britain, well to be more precised in Scotland, rather than California, and yet she couldn't bring herself to regret her decision. Maybe this was where she was supposed to be for now. Maybe she was needed, which was part of the reason for her special punishment for her now two favourite boys. If anyone needed a nudge, or kick, in the right direction, it was definitely those two!

In a way they reminded her of Angel and Spike, both in looks and mannerisms. Draco was gorgeous, with his almost white hair and pale complexion, and he was growing into his cheekbones. And if she didn't know that Spike bleached his hair every week, she would have thought them to be related. But he was also fierce and powerful, like a dragon. He was 'Dom', he knew it and he used it to his advantage. He was cunning and devious, but also like Spike he had very little patience, not to mention a fiery temper.

Harry on the other hand was Draco's opposite, and yet at the same time they were so similar. He was like Angel, tall, dark and brooding. After hearing about what had happened during his short life she could understand why, especially since she had a very similar tragic life of death and evil. He was devastatingly hansom and he didn't realise it, again like Angel (though Angelus). Just about all the girls and half the guys in the school fantasised about Harry on a regular basis, but few had approached him, seeing him as an elusive dream, only pain could come out of that sort of relationship, that she knew for certain. He was like a loin, fiercely protective of his own. That of course had been confirmed when she had overheard the argument that had started her little experimentive punishment. Harry was loyal, and like Draco a born leader, though he had not quite grown into the position yet. He was also good with masks. She could understand why of course, using her mask often. It was hard to have so many conflicting emotions that no one seemed to get, it was just easier to put on a mask and pretend everything was perfect. Draco, she thought, had perfected his ask long ago, while Harry's was still new.

Both of them had had hard and painful lives, deprived of the love they needed to thrive, which was probably the reason they had not figured it out yet. Being so unfamiliar with the feeling of love for each other they had mistaken them as hate, but like Angel and Spike they loved each other to the point of pain, but would never admit it, well, without some help, that is.

And from now on that's what she was... Help!

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