Title: Heat Miser

Series: Winter Tidings

Author: Jmaria

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Joss and JK own all, Rankin & Bass owns A Year Without Santa Claus

Pairing: FFA #135 Spike / Neville Longbottom (friendship)

The brown haired teenaged shivered as he looked up at the vampire. This couldn't be real. Vampires were vicious, and generally didn't sit in front of the muggle television watching Christmas specials. No, they fed on you until you were dead. Neville wasn't about to ask the bleached blonde vampire what his true intentions towards him were.

"You know, this Claymation garbage is about as interesting as Passions." Spike grinned at the boy. "Not a big fan of cartoons, then?"

"Never really watched o- one." Neville stuttered.

"You're missing out, mate. Look, that bloke there - he's the Heat Miser - " Spike's grin got wider. "He's a nasty bloke that doesn't care for snow and such. Must reign over Sunnydale, I suspect. He's got a stepbrother, the Snow Miser, who doesn't care for heat."

"Being that he's made out of snow?" Neville asked cautiously.

"Actually reminds me of Peaches."

Neville decided it was safer to just nod along, and agree with the nice vampire man. Before Spike could speak again, the willowy brunette bounced into the room

"Spike, Buffy wants -what are you doing to Neville? He looks like he's sitting next to a rabid wolf." Dawn asked.

"Nothing! I'm watchin the telly. Christmas cartoons and the lot."

"Is that A Year Without Santa Claus?"

"It's the one with the Miser Brothers." Spike grinned.

"This one always reminds me of you, Buffy, and Angel, and when it snowed in town to save Angel." Dawn sighed.

"It snowed here to save Angel?" Neville asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, it was so -"

"Bloody hell, I'm trying to watch this, Nibblet. And if anything, Peaches is the Snow Miser." Spike said stiffly.

Dawn rolled her eyes as she plopped herself down next to Neville. "I love this one, and Buffy and Dumbledore don't really need us in on the confab."

"Shut your trap, he's about to sing the Heat Miser song." Spike pointed at the screen

Neville watched on in quiet horror as the two of them butchered the simple song. It was going to be a very long hour.