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 8. Nightmares of When...
The two defeated boys trudged down the corridor, still bound, towards the gargoyle that guarded the Headmasters office. Moments later Harry knocked on the heavy wooden door, before it silently opened, admitting them into the circular room.
Dumbledore sat at his desk, staring into space, a worried look upon his face. When Harry and Draco entered he jumped slightly before smiling softly at the two boys.
"Ahh," he muttered more to himself than them, "You're here."
He sighed wearily, dreading breaking the news to one of his best students.
"Please have a seat. Before we start talking about sleeping arrangements, I'm afraid that I have something important which I must talk to you about Draco."
Draco looked surprised, but nodded his assent to continue.
"As you know, Severus just got back from a mission for the Order of the Phoenix,"
Harry interrupted him there.
"You're telling Malfoy about the Order of the Phoenix? His father's a Death Eater!"
"I'm well aware of that Harry, and so is Draco. When his father was captured he came to me asking for help."
Draco who had been silent spoke up. "You actually think I would serve that crazy bastard. I may hate you Potter but I'm not evil, and don't particularly feel like killing three-quarters of the wizarding population. Besides," Draco held his head high, his eyes proud, "I bow to no man."
Harry fell silent, seeing the truth in Draco's eyes.
"I'm sorry Headmaster," he sighed, "please continue."
Dumbledore looked faintly amused at the pair before he continued in his explanation.
"I sent Severus after a lead we had on Lucius after his escape from Azkaban, as you know Draco. It turns out that the lead was nothing but a wild goose chase, I'm sorry to say."
"I didn't expect you to find him," Draco said, "so don't worry, I didn't get my hopes up or anything."
Dumbledore looked slightly defeated.
"But that is not all Draco. Earlier today, after you left my office, I was visited by a lawyer from America. He informed me that Lucius' brother has been found in Los Angeles and wants custody of you. The papers have already been submitted to the ministry, and as no relation to you Draco, I'm sorry but I have no right to challenge the claim, and if I did I would be rejected. I'm truly very sorry Draco."
"My father does not have a brother. If he did I would have known!"
"I know Draco, we believe that it is actually you father. But do you have any idea why he would want you so badly as to go to this extent? Creating an imaginary sibling for himself?"
Draco looked lost, his throat was choked with unshed tears. He was going to die, he thought impassively. He managed to shake his head in the headmaster direction. He knew his father would want to kill him, but he had expected him to wait at east until the war.
Harry looked worriedly towards the stony faced Slytherin. True his face was usually stony, but now he could tell that Draco was really upset. Wait, when had he started calling Malfoy Draco? He reached over and took the other boys hand. Draco did not object.
"I'm surprised actually," Dumbledore continued, "That he didn't just pull you out of school immediately, but I suppose that would look slightly suspicious to the Ministry. He does want to spend the Christmas Holidays with you though. I've been told that someone will be waiting at Kings Cross Station to accompany you to California, at the end of the school term. We'll have to see what we can do before then. Maybe you could feign an illness so severe that you cannot be moved for two weeks, or something along those lines. You are a Slytherin after all, I'm sure you'll be able to come up with some devious plan. As for you sleeping arrangements I have prepared a private room for the two of you to stay in for the time of your punishment. All your things have already been moved there. Now, Miss Summers wants a word with both of you, so stop by her office and when she's done she'll take you to your new room and tell you the password. Off you go then."
Harry practically had to drag a shell-shocked Draco out of the room, but soon they were walking down yet another corridor on the way the Professor Summers office. They were quickly welcomed in by a smiling Buffy. She led them through her office to another comfortable looking room with several couches and a couple of tables. There was a fire in the fireplace, giving the room a cheerful atmosphere. The walls were lined with books. Splashes of colour were thrown everywhere, with no particular colour scheme, but it worked, and gave the room a lovely feeling.
Harry steered Draco towards a big fluffy couch, covered in multi-coloured cushions. When Harry had him sitting he became dead weight, leaning on Harry; his head rested on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked very worried, the news had really affected him in a big way, otherwise Harry doubted he would ever be willing to touch him.
Buffy, seeing both of the boys' moods, quickly exited as soon as she had shown then the room and returned minutes later with a tray of hot chocolate and cookies. Settling down on the coffee table in front of the boys she pressed a cup into both of the boys hands. Minutes later they were both empty and the boys didn't look much happier.
"Must have been really bad news then. Anyone want to tell me what happened? Harry. Seeing you're the only coherent one I'm going to go with you."
Harry sighed softly and told the professor what they had just found out in the Headmasters office. Buffy looked on the verge of tears by the time he had finished. She pulled both boys into a very motherly hug, which seemed to wake Draco. He began crying on her shoulder. They sat there in a three- way hug for a very long time, until Draco could stop crying.
"What we need," Buffy said, stretching out her muscles after being in the same position for so long, "Is comfort food and a chick flick."
Harry and Draco looked confused.
Buffy raised her eyebrows.
"Oh right, I forgot. You're British."
She led them into another room, her bedroom, and settled them on the huge bed, in a pile of pillows.
Harry gasped when he noticed the massive TV and Stereo system.
"I thought muggle technology didn't work at Hogwarts because of all the magic."
Buffy looked up from where she was looking through her extensive collection of DVDs.
"I did a few spells on them, and voila, entertainment central."
She picked out 'Ten Things I Hate About You' and slipped the disk into the player, before she climbed onto the bed to join Harry and Draco.
Two hours and six bowls of ice cream later, Draco was dozing in the comfortable sea of pillows, while Buffy and Harry chatted, mainly about Harry's life. Buffy glanced at the clock on the wall before sighing.
"I'd better get you two to your room then. I have no problem with the two of you staying her but some other teachers may... frown upon it."
Harry stood from the bed and Buffy effortlessly picked up Draco. He mumbled something but didn't wake.
She led Harry down to hall to a carving of an Angel in the wall.
"Your password is unrequited love," she said with a smirk.
Harry scowled.
He had little time to look around the room they entered but he noticed it was a lounge very similar to the one Buffy had (After two hours, Buffy had managed to convince them to call her Buffy out of class.). Harry was forced to follow Buffy as she had his other half, so to speak. She pulled Harry into the bedroom before placing Draco down into the comfortable bed. Harry had no choice but to follow. She pointed out the bathroom to Harry before tucking both of them in. She turned out the light as she exited, a "sweet dreams" muttered in their direction.
Violent thrashing from next to him awaked Draco. At first he was confused but when he heard the pained cry from the boy next to him he remembered his eventful day. He watched, shocked, as Harry writhed next to him, trapped in his own mind. Before he knew what he was doing, his hands reached out to shake the boy awake. It didn't work and Harry continued to scream. Draco ended up straddling Harry and slapping him in order to wake him. Deep down he had been terrified that Harry would never wake up, but he refused to think of it.
Harry's eyelids flicked open, startled by the vision that met him, Draco's beautiful face. Still half asleep he reached his hand up to touch Draco's face, cupping his cheek. Draco nuzzled into the touch, desperate for proof that Harry was real and alive. Soon though, Harry's eyes filled with terror, his nightmare finally remembered. He gasped for breath, needing more air in his lungs.
Draco stoked his hair in a comforting manner.
"Shhh, it's alright. It was only a nightmare. Just a dream. Now breath. In and Out."
Harry followed his instructions the panic gradually leaving him. His tear filled eyes looked up into Draco's, pleading for something, neither of them knew what.
"What did you dream about?" Draco asked gently.
A silent tear trickled down Harry's cheek. Draco fought the urge to lean down and lick it away.
"Sirius," Harry muttered quietly.
After joining the Order, Draco had heard all about Sirus Black and what had happened. He sighed knowing nothing he could do would make it any better, but he could at least try.
Draco's soft lips pressed gently against his. Harry sighed in pleasure before pulling away. Confusion clouded his eyes.
"But..."
Draco stoped him with a finger across Harry's lips.
"Don't try to rationalise Potter, now go back to sleep."
Harry immediately obeyed, too tired to fight with Draco. As soon as he shut his eyes he drifted off into oblivion. Before he fell into a deep sleep he felt those sweet lips pressed to his forehead again.
'Maybe Professor Summers wasn't all wrong' was Harry's last thought before he was lost in a world of dreams.
To be continued... Please Review!
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 8. Nightmares of When...
The two defeated boys trudged down the corridor, still bound, towards the gargoyle that guarded the Headmasters office. Moments later Harry knocked on the heavy wooden door, before it silently opened, admitting them into the circular room.
Dumbledore sat at his desk, staring into space, a worried look upon his face. When Harry and Draco entered he jumped slightly before smiling softly at the two boys.
"Ahh," he muttered more to himself than them, "You're here."
He sighed wearily, dreading breaking the news to one of his best students.
"Please have a seat. Before we start talking about sleeping arrangements, I'm afraid that I have something important which I must talk to you about Draco."
Draco looked surprised, but nodded his assent to continue.
"As you know, Severus just got back from a mission for the Order of the Phoenix,"
Harry interrupted him there.
"You're telling Malfoy about the Order of the Phoenix? His father's a Death Eater!"
"I'm well aware of that Harry, and so is Draco. When his father was captured he came to me asking for help."
Draco who had been silent spoke up. "You actually think I would serve that crazy bastard. I may hate you Potter but I'm not evil, and don't particularly feel like killing three-quarters of the wizarding population. Besides," Draco held his head high, his eyes proud, "I bow to no man."
Harry fell silent, seeing the truth in Draco's eyes.
"I'm sorry Headmaster," he sighed, "please continue."
Dumbledore looked faintly amused at the pair before he continued in his explanation.
"I sent Severus after a lead we had on Lucius after his escape from Azkaban, as you know Draco. It turns out that the lead was nothing but a wild goose chase, I'm sorry to say."
"I didn't expect you to find him," Draco said, "so don't worry, I didn't get my hopes up or anything."
Dumbledore looked slightly defeated.
"But that is not all Draco. Earlier today, after you left my office, I was visited by a lawyer from America. He informed me that Lucius' brother has been found in Los Angeles and wants custody of you. The papers have already been submitted to the ministry, and as no relation to you Draco, I'm sorry but I have no right to challenge the claim, and if I did I would be rejected. I'm truly very sorry Draco."
"My father does not have a brother. If he did I would have known!"
"I know Draco, we believe that it is actually you father. But do you have any idea why he would want you so badly as to go to this extent? Creating an imaginary sibling for himself?"
Draco looked lost, his throat was choked with unshed tears. He was going to die, he thought impassively. He managed to shake his head in the headmaster direction. He knew his father would want to kill him, but he had expected him to wait at east until the war.
Harry looked worriedly towards the stony faced Slytherin. True his face was usually stony, but now he could tell that Draco was really upset. Wait, when had he started calling Malfoy Draco? He reached over and took the other boys hand. Draco did not object.
"I'm surprised actually," Dumbledore continued, "That he didn't just pull you out of school immediately, but I suppose that would look slightly suspicious to the Ministry. He does want to spend the Christmas Holidays with you though. I've been told that someone will be waiting at Kings Cross Station to accompany you to California, at the end of the school term. We'll have to see what we can do before then. Maybe you could feign an illness so severe that you cannot be moved for two weeks, or something along those lines. You are a Slytherin after all, I'm sure you'll be able to come up with some devious plan. As for you sleeping arrangements I have prepared a private room for the two of you to stay in for the time of your punishment. All your things have already been moved there. Now, Miss Summers wants a word with both of you, so stop by her office and when she's done she'll take you to your new room and tell you the password. Off you go then."
Harry practically had to drag a shell-shocked Draco out of the room, but soon they were walking down yet another corridor on the way the Professor Summers office. They were quickly welcomed in by a smiling Buffy. She led them through her office to another comfortable looking room with several couches and a couple of tables. There was a fire in the fireplace, giving the room a cheerful atmosphere. The walls were lined with books. Splashes of colour were thrown everywhere, with no particular colour scheme, but it worked, and gave the room a lovely feeling.
Harry steered Draco towards a big fluffy couch, covered in multi-coloured cushions. When Harry had him sitting he became dead weight, leaning on Harry; his head rested on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked very worried, the news had really affected him in a big way, otherwise Harry doubted he would ever be willing to touch him.
Buffy, seeing both of the boys' moods, quickly exited as soon as she had shown then the room and returned minutes later with a tray of hot chocolate and cookies. Settling down on the coffee table in front of the boys she pressed a cup into both of the boys hands. Minutes later they were both empty and the boys didn't look much happier.
"Must have been really bad news then. Anyone want to tell me what happened? Harry. Seeing you're the only coherent one I'm going to go with you."
Harry sighed softly and told the professor what they had just found out in the Headmasters office. Buffy looked on the verge of tears by the time he had finished. She pulled both boys into a very motherly hug, which seemed to wake Draco. He began crying on her shoulder. They sat there in a three- way hug for a very long time, until Draco could stop crying.
"What we need," Buffy said, stretching out her muscles after being in the same position for so long, "Is comfort food and a chick flick."
Harry and Draco looked confused.
Buffy raised her eyebrows.
"Oh right, I forgot. You're British."
She led them into another room, her bedroom, and settled them on the huge bed, in a pile of pillows.
Harry gasped when he noticed the massive TV and Stereo system.
"I thought muggle technology didn't work at Hogwarts because of all the magic."
Buffy looked up from where she was looking through her extensive collection of DVDs.
"I did a few spells on them, and voila, entertainment central."
She picked out 'Ten Things I Hate About You' and slipped the disk into the player, before she climbed onto the bed to join Harry and Draco.
Two hours and six bowls of ice cream later, Draco was dozing in the comfortable sea of pillows, while Buffy and Harry chatted, mainly about Harry's life. Buffy glanced at the clock on the wall before sighing.
"I'd better get you two to your room then. I have no problem with the two of you staying her but some other teachers may... frown upon it."
Harry stood from the bed and Buffy effortlessly picked up Draco. He mumbled something but didn't wake.
She led Harry down to hall to a carving of an Angel in the wall.
"Your password is unrequited love," she said with a smirk.
Harry scowled.
He had little time to look around the room they entered but he noticed it was a lounge very similar to the one Buffy had (After two hours, Buffy had managed to convince them to call her Buffy out of class.). Harry was forced to follow Buffy as she had his other half, so to speak. She pulled Harry into the bedroom before placing Draco down into the comfortable bed. Harry had no choice but to follow. She pointed out the bathroom to Harry before tucking both of them in. She turned out the light as she exited, a "sweet dreams" muttered in their direction.
Violent thrashing from next to him awaked Draco. At first he was confused but when he heard the pained cry from the boy next to him he remembered his eventful day. He watched, shocked, as Harry writhed next to him, trapped in his own mind. Before he knew what he was doing, his hands reached out to shake the boy awake. It didn't work and Harry continued to scream. Draco ended up straddling Harry and slapping him in order to wake him. Deep down he had been terrified that Harry would never wake up, but he refused to think of it.
Harry's eyelids flicked open, startled by the vision that met him, Draco's beautiful face. Still half asleep he reached his hand up to touch Draco's face, cupping his cheek. Draco nuzzled into the touch, desperate for proof that Harry was real and alive. Soon though, Harry's eyes filled with terror, his nightmare finally remembered. He gasped for breath, needing more air in his lungs.
Draco stoked his hair in a comforting manner.
"Shhh, it's alright. It was only a nightmare. Just a dream. Now breath. In and Out."
Harry followed his instructions the panic gradually leaving him. His tear filled eyes looked up into Draco's, pleading for something, neither of them knew what.
"What did you dream about?" Draco asked gently.
A silent tear trickled down Harry's cheek. Draco fought the urge to lean down and lick it away.
"Sirius," Harry muttered quietly.
After joining the Order, Draco had heard all about Sirus Black and what had happened. He sighed knowing nothing he could do would make it any better, but he could at least try.
Draco's soft lips pressed gently against his. Harry sighed in pleasure before pulling away. Confusion clouded his eyes.
"But..."
Draco stoped him with a finger across Harry's lips.
"Don't try to rationalise Potter, now go back to sleep."
Harry immediately obeyed, too tired to fight with Draco. As soon as he shut his eyes he drifted off into oblivion. Before he fell into a deep sleep he felt those sweet lips pressed to his forehead again.
'Maybe Professor Summers wasn't all wrong' was Harry's last thought before he was lost in a world of dreams.
To be continued... Please Review!
