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 6 Golden Goddess

(For the purpose of this fic Angel:ts hasn't changed much from season 5 ep 1. Spike is a ghost and has remained a ghost for 3 years. Neither Spike nor Angel has spoken to Buffy for 2 years, and they are both still mooning over her. They have grown accustom to being around each other again so they are close and occasionally civil! And unfortunately Cordy isn't dead, yet... but she will be. Mwahahahaha. Also for thoes who don't know Angel and Eve slept together at a halloween party, and lets never speak of it again!)

Angel smiled and looked up from the picnic rug he was lounging on, soaking up the sun. His golden goddess smiled down at him. 'She's perfect,' was all he could think, 'standing there in the sunlight in the middle of the busy park.' Well that and, 'I want to tear her clothes off, shove her down to the rug and fuck her hard and long for everyone to see she's mine.'

She giggled as if she had heard his thoughts, and reached out her hand. Angel immediately took it; he would follow her anywhere, to hell even. She continued to giggle as she lead him out of the park and back to the Hyperian Hotel. She led him up the stairs, smiling and laughing the whole way. She didn't speak; she was like a teasing pixie. Angel was pulled into their room before she slammed the door behind him and shoved him to the bed. He began to slowly unbutton his shirt while his goddess watched, smiling the whole time.

When his shirt was undone and his chest exposed she finally began to move. She pushed down the straps of the pure white sundress she was wearing before slowly shimmying out of it. Her body was bare for him to see except for the white lace bra and panties. They made her look sweet and innocent, virginal, but the look in her eyes was anything but. Hunger and lust shone through and Angel felt so loved, knowing that the look was for him.

"I love you," he heard. A whisper on the breeze though her lips hadn't seemed to have moved.

She took a step towards him, swaying her hips seductively, and then another until her knees reached the bed. Her hand reached down and weaved itself into his hair. The soft touch was suddenly gone as she gripped his hair in a vice like grip, pulling his head back for her convenience. Her desperate and dominant actions only made his cock harder. She gently leaned down then, more deserving of his name than him, and pressed her lips ever so lightly to his. She pulled away slightly, her lips milia-meters away from his, her fingers still holding his head firmly. He could feel her warm breath against his lips and he savoured the feel.

"Buffy," he whispered.

She just smiled gently.

"Angel, you have to wake up."

"What?"

"Angel, Angel can you hear me? You have to wake up! Your two o'clock is here!"

Angel was startled out of his pleasant fantasy by the sounds of Harmony's whiney voice. She was a blond, but not the right one. Damn he missed Buffy. She was all he ever though about. Her and the fact that she had yet to come home, to be cookies. Hell, he hadn't talked to her in two years, after she had left Rome to travel. He didn't know if she was ever going to come back, if she was ever going to be cookies for him.

He growled in frustration, it was no use getting worked up over it. She would come back when she was ready and there was nothing he could do to change it, so he had to put her at the back of his mind... well at least until this meeting was over. He looked down and saw a tent in his pants, as his cock strained against the zipper. He growled again.

Someone chuckled from the shadowy corner of Angel's office.

"Sorry mate, I would help you with that but well..."

Spike moved his hand through a lamp to demonstrate.

"Spike, how long have you been here?"

"Long enough to see you work yourself up into a right uncomfortable spot! Maybe a cold shower could help, or you could go up to your nice cosy apartment and have a wank. Or better yet go find Eve, she's practically begging for it, ever since that Halloween Party incident."

Angel groaned, "Spike, get gone. I have a client."

He sild his chair under the desk to hide his erection and pressed the button on his intercom.

"It's ok Harmony. Send them in."

"You got it boss," came the annoyingly cheerful reply.

Angel sighed; this was going to be another long day.

The door to his office swept open, admitting two shadowy figures. The first wore long hooded robes that covered everything but his eyes, small piercing slits of red that looked straight through your soul. They were empty, cold, his own soul long gone or buried deep within. The second man followed, a servant to the first. His will no longer there. He was a beautiful man with long blond hair that reached to mid-back and deep stone grey eyes. He had a disciplined hardness about him, standing ramrod straight, eyes fixed ahead and his face expressionless. He wore black slacks, an Italian silk shirt, if Angel was not mistaken, and a think black cloak.

"Geese Peaches! Are you and Blondie over there related or something? You sure do share the same taste in wardrobe." Spike stood and walked around the blond, "This Italian mate?" he said, gesturing at the shirt.

His only reply was a nod.

"Excussss Lucious. He doesssn't play well with othersss." The robed figure hissed, similar to that of a snake. "Neither does Spike," Angel replied. "You must be Mr. Riddle. It's nice to meet you." Angel extended his and over his desk, not standing for fear of exposure, his cock still stiff in his pants.

A cold clammy palm met his for a brief second.

"The pleasssure isss all mine Mr Angel, and pleassse, call me Tom."

"Why don't you two have a seat," Angel offered gesturing towards two comfortable looking chairs in front of his desk. "Now onto business. You wanted to see me?"

"Ahhhh Yesss. We ned some legal expertissse. It'ssss to do with Lucious' son. After Lucious wasss taken in to cussstody, hisss wife wasss taken to a mental ward in St. Mungo'sss and cussstody of Draco wasss given to the Headmassster off Draco's boarding school, Hogwartsss. Lucious wantsss hiss son back, by any meansss."

"I take it that means that you should still be in prison?" Angel asked Lucious.

The only reply he got was a nod.

"I'm sorry but I really can't do anything for you. You're supposed to be in jail so nothing legal will ever go through, no matter how much we manipulate the judge or jury."

"We can give you something in return," Lucious finally spoke.

Angel merely raised an eyebrow. Lucious continued.

"First off we could fix the problem with your soul. When we're done there will be no possible way for you to loose it. We can also make you immune to the things that normally threaten vampires. Sunlight, holy water and crosses mainly, though not steaks and fire, we cannot make you immortal. We could also make him," Lucious jerked his head in Spike's direction, "corporeal."

Angel sighed, he knew he would have to accept the deal. He could have turned it down for his sake, but when Lucious had finished speaking he has seen the hope and desperation in Spike's eyes. They pleaded with him to accept, and Spike was family, he couldn't refuse.

He looked up with a nod at Tom, "What can we do?"

Voldomort smirked. Wolfram and Heart was playing right into his hands.

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