ONCE AGAIN, POLL IS OVER!

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Summary: Spike and Angel at Hogwarts. How bad can it be? AU, possible slash

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter characters are not mine.

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to Kev, because I couldn't start posting this story without his help.

Another Author's note: I need at least five reviews before I post the next chapter. I need suggestions, pointers (not the dog please), and encouragement. Treat me like a poor person who needs handout food to survive. Treats the reviews as the handout food. big smile

Helpful tips: zeros (0) mean change of character, words in italics are thoughts and surrounded by quotation marks means thought speech, words in bold mean excerpts from something written like a book or note

Chapter Nine

Harry yawned and stretched, careful not to let his elbow smash Spike in the face. Instead he felt it meet the top of Spike's bleached head. "Oh bloody hell, watch where you poke me!"

"Sorry Spike." Harry apologized, sitting up. He looked down to make sure he hadn't done any damage and his gaze met Spike's playful one. "Or maybe not."

"You better be sorry. I've been woken up like this every night since the meeting." Spike grumped. Harry smirked.

"Spike, the meeting was last night." Spike shrugged.

"So? You elbowed me during the day many times. That counts." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Where's Angel?" He asked, looking around the bare room. Spike shrugged, flopped back onto his back, and closed his eyes. "I'm gonna go see if he's in the kitchen."

"Sure, fine." Harry got up and padded barefoot into the main sitting room of their chambers. He pulled the cord on his borrowed pants tighter, preventing them from slipping down his hips.

"Angel?" He called out. He poked his head into the mini-kitchen to find it empty, and a note on the fridge. " ' Went to get more blood and to talk to Dumbledore. Don't go far. Either of you.' " Harry read. Then he pitched the note and padded back to the bedroom.

"So? Where'd Peaches go?" Spike asked as he crawled back into the bed.

"To talk to Dumbledore and get more blood. You must have drank it all." Harry teased. Spike cracked an eye open to glare at him. "Don't look at me like that. I wasn't even awake during the day."

"Doesn't mean you didn't drink it." Spike argued as Harry layed back down with a pout. "You're younger than be, thus you have a bigger appetite."

"I thought older people had a bigger appetite….no, wait. They wouldn't. They don't move around enough to create one….hey! Let me go!" Harry screeched as Spike shot up and wrapped his thick arms around his waist.

"Take that back!" Spike grumbled, pulling Harry onto his lap and squeezing him.

"No! Now let me go! That hurts!" Harry gasped. "I can't breathe!"

"You don't need to breathe, pet." Spike smirked, loosening his grip a bit. Harry twisted his head back to glare at him. "You're dead. You don't need to breathe."

"So?" Harry grumped, twisting until he could face Spike. "I forgot, with you squeezing me like that." Spike smirked, his arms now loosened and hands clasped behind Harry's back. "That really hurt you know."

"Poor thing." Harry leaned in, eyes studying something. "What?"

"Is that a wrinkle?" He asked innocently.

"Why you!" Spike growled playfully. He pushed Harry off his lap and pounced. He pinned Harry to the bed and smirked. "Take it back."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No. And you can't hurt me without angering Angel." Harry declared, sticking his tongue out. Spike scowled and backed off with a pout. "I win."

"Bloody wanker….."

"Watch it." Spike and Harry looked up to see Angel lounging in the doorway. Harry shot off the bed and plowed into is Sire, while Spike pouted at him.

"I didn't do anything."

"Language." Angel said, Harry now in his arms.

"I say it all the time. And so does Harry. He told me so." Harry twisted his head around.

"When did I say that?" He asked. "I don't normally swear."

"Sure you do. You're a teen." Spike said. Angel shook his head and sat down on the bed.

"Doesn't mean I swear a lot. Old man."

"Shrimp."

"Wrinkles."

"Boltie."

"Both of you, stop." Angel said. "You're both acting like children."

"I am a child." Harry stated. "So what'd you talk to Dumbledore about?"

"You're schoolwork. You'll be rejoining the students after I teach you about us." Spike smirked, but a look from Angel kept his mouth shut. "It won't take long for me to tell you about vampire ways."

"Good. I can't wait to learn." Harry said, then frowned. "I sound like Hermione. When can I see them again?"

"After your first lesson." Angel promised.

"A werewolf also wants to see you." Spike added. "I ran into him a few nights ago."

"Remus? I want to see him."

"After lesson one, which will start tomorrow." Angel said. "Why don't you go out with Spike? Show him around some more? I need to catch up on sleep."

"Okay. If you're sure."

"I'm sure. Spike'll protect you. Right Spike?"

"Err….right." Spike nodded. Harry hopped up as Angel lay down, brows furrowed. Spike followed him out of the room after a quick nod to Angel.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked as they walked.

"He's tired. Making and bonding to a Childe is hard work." Spike said reassuringly. "He'll be himself by tomorrow."

TBC

How's that for a little Spike/Harry/Angel interaction? Poor Angel is tired but he'll be better.

Wickedmoemoe – I know it wasn't much, but now I can work on writing the rest of the story. Happy B-day by the way!

Sarah – Sorry but you missed the poll. I had to end it because I couldn't keep up writing without SOMEONE getting involved.

Volume – Spike? Get past fighting? He'll never be past fighting and I think we all know that. He'll just pick his battles carefully and he has Angel and Harry to help.

Deathly Destruction – I'm glad you like it so far. Sorry you missed the poll but you're choice won anyway. Now I just have to figure out a few things and I'll have the whole fic finished. Maybe. Heh, you never know. And I'm not sure if I want to put Buffy or anyone else in yet. Maybe later, a lot later, and she won't be vital or important.

Xurton – you missed the poll, but your vote won. Glad you liked it!

Never Odd Or even – glad you liked it!

Overall note: I'm open to suggestions or requests for new stories once this one is over. It won't be for a while…but if you have a special request I'll be happy to write. I'm developing a case of writers block unfortunately…

Night Ten