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You know the lies they always told you
And the love you never knew
What's the things they never showed you
That swallowed the light from the sun
Inside your room
Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I'll go on to bring you home
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Chapter 17: Obsessions
When they entered the Bronze everyone's face lit up. The club had a certain quality that just made you feel... happy. Free. Too free at times, like when Willow had been lead out by a moron of a fledgling because she'd wanted some kind of action. But it was a welcome characteristic, mused Buffy. This place had saved her from having to deal with a bucket load of stress. Besides, dancing burned calories...
"Come on!" Tru grabbed Willow's hand to bring her out to the dance floor so she wouldn't be alone. Buffy and Draco shrugged and followed the giggling pair. Oz was already there, and it seemed that Willow suddenly wasn't so interested in dancing as curling up on her werewolve's lap. Tru sighed, being the only girl it seemed without a partner. Buffy turned to Draco and lifted up a finger to pause their conversation.
"Hey, guy in the orange." she called to a someone who seemed lost in the crowd.
"Dance with her." She shoved him on Tru and after a large amount of embarrassed apologizing they were bumping and grinding and fairly soon even groping.
"You're the most meddlesome woman." Draco commented, going back to dancing with Buffy.
"How long did it take you to figure that one out?" she asked sarcastically and noticed that the song was slowing to a close. She smoothed out her maroon, spegetti strapped dress and grinned. Pulling on his shirt to draw him closer to her, she moved to whisper in his ear.
"Still wanna see my sexy dance?" she asked seductively. He smiled and started moving his feet to the slow beet. She circled him and, leaning on him, started to sway to the music. Draco's eyebrows raised as he realized that certain parts of him were being rubbed against and that her entire body was pressed firmly against him. She turned around and looked into his eyes. To hell with picking the right time for it. Lifting her body up,
she placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"I love you." she murmured. She could almost feel Draco's heart stop and actually did feel his breathing slow. He stared at her, his face a mix of emotions that she could not have figured out if she'd tried. A few precious seconds passed and Buffy started to worry if she'd made a mistake.
"For goodness sakes, Draco. Say something." she stepped back, feeling sorry she'd said anything at all. Why was he acting this way?
Then his eye twitched. Literally. She squinted to see if it would happen again, not realizing she was bringing her face closer to see. In one swift motion that not even she had seen coming, Draco placed an arm around her waist and his hand in her hair, pulling her in for a deep kiss. Buffy closed her eyes and nearly gasped as she found herself wrapped up in one of the most miraculously breath taking kisses she'd ever received. No,
check that, it WAS the most breath takingly beautiful kiss she'd ever had. Her entire body was tingling, and as they separated she placed her head on his shoulder.
"I've been wanting to tell you for so long now. I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner." "I love you, Buffy." was all he said, still looking blindly forword.
"I know." she answered, though none was required, and turned her head up to meet his lips again.
"I should go say hi to Oz." she thought out loud, looking at the pair but not moving an inch. The moment was just too perfect to abandon.
"You probably should." he kissed her neck.
"Mmm. You should come with me."
"I guess. I was making plans of getting you to go up to that balcony so we could have some alone time, but if you don't want to..."
"Oz can wait." she said hastily and allowed him to lead her up the metal staircase for some privacy.
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It was around midnight when they returned to Giles's for some needed rest. Each of the girls' lips were heavily swollen from kissing, and Tru was still clutching her dear Robert's phone number in her hand. Draco refused to let go of Buffy's waist, and Giles managed to glare at him in an all too fatherly way.
"Are you staying here as well, Willow?" he asked, wondering if she'd told her mother that she was back in town.
"Yes please."
"Good. Two of the girls can share my bed and another can stay in my spare room. Draco and I will take the couches in the living room." he enunciated Draco's name,
making sure that he was quite clear in stating that he would not be sharing a bed with anyone, least of all Buffy.
"Giles, that's alright. You take the spare bed and I'll take one of the couches."
"Buffy, I will not tolerate..."
"Come on. I promise I'll behave. It's not like I'll be sharing a room with the guy. And it's not even about that. I don't want you suffering on the couch when I'm the one who barged in on you." Giles cleaned his glasses and said something that sounded extremely British.
"Fine, have it your way." his tone sounded defeated. Buffy looked him over. His wrinkles were becoming more prominent and his hair line was receding slightly to enlarge his forehead. It occurred to Buffy that she'd never asked him how old he was.
"Good night then. I'm going to bed." Tru stated, yawning widely.
"Same here. Good to see you Giles." Willow gave him a large hug before also leaving. Giles looked at Buffy with a small amount of disapproval showing in his features,
but he did not voice any comments. She was nearly eighteen after all.
"Don't look so grim. Your face will end up staying that way and even I run out of sarcastic remarks after a while. Think about what it'll do to my self-esteem." she joked,
hitting his shoulder playfully before taking the two blankets he offered her out of his hands.
"Good night, Buffy."
"Good night, Giles."
Buffy sat down on one of the couches and motioned for Draco to lie next to her. He ended up spreading himself across the couch on his back with her somehow squeezing between him and the back of the couch with her arms locked around his stomach. It was surprisingly comfortable, and Buffy fell asleep easily to the sound of Draco's rhythmic heartbeat.
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Buffy looked around her, sweat falling off her neck in waves. There was something familiar about her surroundings, an eerie sense of daja vu that made her hair stand on end.
"I have you, you realize." Riddle said, the words rolling off of his tongue far too easily. Perhaps he was just a good liar.
"I know." she knelt to the ground, head down, and heard the sound of her voice echoing in the stone walls and high ceilings.
"All I have to do is reach out. I can almost touch you, even know." he knelt down beside her as he spoke.
"I made you young again. It's all my fault. You'll kill me soon, I know it."
"Why would I kill what I've created?"
"What will you do with me then?"
"We will make a very powerful bond, Slayer. Together we'll be unstoppable."
"And if I refuse?"
"You already know what would happen. Must I waste my breath?"
"I think you wasted more breath saying that than answering me, to tell you the truth." she wanted to be smart. She wanted to be in command. She wanted anything but this, kneeling to the most evil wizard in the world. It was a dream, but that scared her even further. If she had no control in her own mind, how could she gain it in reality?
"You have no reason to fear me." he touched her cheek, his skin soft and warm,
nothing like before. She lifted her head to look into his eyes, knowing that if she hadn't known who he was she probably would have taken the initiative to hit on him. He was gorgeous, after all. Well, in this state at least.
She ripped her eyes away, once again staring at the ground, "Yes I do."
He smiled, "Ah, yes. You can't hold my gaze because you crave it, just as I crave you. Slayers are drawn to the dark, Ms. Summers. That's why you couldn't love Potter,
why you wanted Malfoy. You instincts lead you to me. Don't fight them."
"I'm not going to wake up with Draco, am I?"
"You're home now."
"I don't have a home."
"You do now. I've made it so the transition will be easy for you. What do you have in Sunnydale? Are you going to live with your Watcher who can't support you? Or with your mother who was so scared by the thought of what you are that she let you go in the first place?"
"I could go to my real parents." it would be hard, but she knew she could love them if she tried."
"Your parents are dead. They have been for nearly four months. I wanted you,
Buffy. I was going to get you no matter what. The Granger's were just a step. Small but necessary. I mean, really, what parent would go searching for a long lost daughter after seventeen years and give her up after just a day? You wanted them to be your parents,
Buffy. You wanted a new life. That's the only reason why you excepted it. You wanted so badly for someone to love you, to want you."
"I have someone to love me."
"For how long?" he got up, looked around the empty room, and said something she couldn't understand or didn't want to understand. Then vision turned fuzzy, and the line between consciousness and the fairy tale world was broken. Buffy woke with a start.
"Draco!" she yelled his name but heard no reply. She screamed it again, and again she got no answer. It was hopeless, she knew. She wasn't in Sunnydale anymore. She was at home. His home.
AN: I could only get on the comp for like five minutes at a time, so if it's scattered sounding that's why. Reviewers are amazing help for morale. The more I smile the more I write. It's a fact.
