By darkangel1690
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the setting. They are of the creations of J.K. Rowling and Joss Whedon.
A/N: This chapter has been revised.
Chapter 2: Feeding By NightDumbledore finished announcing his welcoming speech and the feast began. Rom was chatted (more like flirting shamelessly) like Lavender, while wolfing down on his food but Harry kept glancing in Hermione's direction. Hermione got the gut feeling that someone was staring at her. When she looked up, she caught Harry's emerald eyes upon here.
Harry had grown just as handsome as Draco, if not more. Even before he had stepped foot into the castle doors this year, he had been nicknamed "The Most Desirable Male Gryffindor," courtesy of Lavender and Parvati. Draco had been too, although he was the most desirable Slytherin, courtesy of the pug-faced slut, Pansy Parkinson.
"Harry, is there something wrong? You know you can tell me." Hermione said soothingly as if she were talking to a sibling.
"Um, Hermione, are you okay? You keep whispering to yourself things like 'I'm gonna kill him, but he's so gorgeous. But I want to kill you. That's right, he's going down.' You continued on muttering nonsense. I mean, you're okay right? You haven't been using drugs or drinking too many fire whiskeys?" His voice dropped to a low whisper,
"I'm fine. Really, Harry, there's nothing for you to worry about. It's just this- this situation I'm. Uh-" Hermione's mind went blank. She couldn't tell Harry about Spike! If she did, she would have to then explain to him about her destiny. The one thing she's learned is that secrecy is the one of the most important things when you're the slayer. She cursed herself for the words that she blurted out next.
"Malfoy. You know how he's gotten hotter? Well, I'm quite angry with him, but I'm starting to develop a- a crush. I mean, every girl's gotta have her a bad boy." She had spoke that rather rapidly that she was surprised to find that Harry had understood- he showed it to her by falling off the bench laughing.
Harry started rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach, and was visibly red in the face. Tears were now rolling freely down the sides of his face. Hermione shifted uncomfortably from all the stares that were sent in their direction.
Harry's laughter eventually died down, and the quietness of the Great Hall disappeared. The students and staff resumed their activities and Harry climbed back up on his bench.
"Good one, Hermione. No really, what is it?"
"Haha." She shifted uncomfortably for the second time that evening. Fortunately, Dumbledore announced that it was time to get settled into their dormitories. She said her usual 'good-nights' to her friends and before Harry could object, she walked over to where the heads of the houses stood with Dumbledore. Malfoy was already there, which was probably because he didn't have a 'Harry' who tended to worry so much.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Malfoy." Hermione tried her best to keep the disgust out of her voice as she said the last two names."
"Minerva, Severus, I trust you two to lead Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy to their dormitories without any trouble. I bid you all good-night." Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled through his half-moon glasses. He waved his right hand before turning around and walking (if you can even call it walking; more like gliding) across the hard floors of Hogwarts to his office
Hermione went to stand on McGonagall's left, while Draco stood on Snape's right so that there would be the two heads of the houses could protect them, in case one of them decided to throw a hex.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "The password is Lion's Hiss."
Snape sent a look at Draco that clearly said, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Before following McGonagall, robes flowing behind him.
"Password?" The ghost in the portrait asked. It showed a dark ceremony, filled with all kinds of the living dead. Hermione swore she saw a solid figure with bright fangs run swiftly behind tree. She could have mistaken that for a ghost, but then she saw it again. The red eyes, looking tentatively and hungrily at her. The next moment, the eyes vanished. This whole scene seemed vaguely familiar.
This had happened- oh yeah! This had happened about a month ago, where I had almost gotten bit if it hadn't been for Spike. Well, of course it was Spike. He's the only one stupid enough to spy on me. The vamp escaped- he left in the dark shadows of the night. Too bad…
The scene struck a nerve in Hermione. Why was this painting, of all the paintings at Hogwarts, replaying a flashback? Why was it the Heads' painting? Was it all just a coincidence? A million questions were bombarded at her. She didn't have time to think any further because Malfoy started yelling bloody murder at her.
"Mudblood Granger! Could you possibly BE any denser? The bloody Ghost's been asking for the password a million times already! always knew you would end up like longbottom someday! Lion's hiss."
The door swung open and the scenery was gone, replaced by an ordinary mirror, or so it seemed.
The door revealed a baroque room, filled with a pleasing mixture of the Gryffindor and Slytherin colors. Secretly, Hermione was jumping for joy. It was exactly like her house, something she had been doubtful in leaving behind. Draco lazily slumped down on a green sofa before standing up to start a fire in order to warm up the room. Hermione ignored the cold shivers her body was giving her, since she was used to it, and ran up to her room.
She came upon three doors. One door was the color of forest green and had a silver plague with the words, "Head Boy." The next door had the letters, "W.C." The third door, she knew, belonged to her. It was made from cherry wood and on a gold plague the words, "Head Girl", sounded like heaven and hell.
Hermione opened the door tentatively, wondering whether or not Dumbledore had put any "surprises" in there just for the fun of it. Like last year, when the former heads had entered a room with an adult-sized blast-ended skewt. It was not a pretty sight.
Hermione took a couple of steps before concluding nope, no surprises.
Her trunk laid at one corner of the room and upon it was a schedule of her haead duties. She would have to patrol with the Ferret tonight from 9:00 – 11:00.
Great work on the first day back.
Ah, cheer up. At least, you're patrolling with a hot guy. Her inner voice reminded her.
Ew! Gross, all I will do is diss him the whole time.
Fine, go ahead and diss the hot guys. That'll so help you get a date.
The clock struck 8. Good. That still gave her a full hour to get ready. She stripped her robes off and went to find some of her "usual" clothes. Dumbledore had passed a school rule that allowed students to express themselves more through their clothes- they could wear anything they wanted after classes and on the weekends.
Hermione pulled on a red t-shairt, dark jeans, a black sweater that went up to her mid-thighs and a pair of black boots. She wanted to look like a slayer and still be able to match into the darkness of night without looking as if she had been torn out of a stripper magazine. From a secret compartment in the bottom of her trunk, she pulled out a large box, fully loaded with her weapons. She picked out her usual stake, which she slipped inside the sleeve of her jacket. Before leaving, Hermione picked up her wand and a blue crystal necklace. It had once belonged to her ancestor, Buffy, a gift from Spike. Now Spike had given her the necklace, which he felt was only appropriate. Hermione was the only blood-related person of Buffy who was a slayer and had the potential of the slayer.
Draco heard footsteps. He whirled around and saw the same girl he had known since first year, though her fashion seemed to be on the darker side a bit. He couldn't help but notice the dignity and pride in her complex, which could only look radiant on a girl like Hermione. He composed himself and in the arrogant manner of his, he ordered, "Let's go."
Hermione's P.O.V.
Outside, the dark skies held a full moon, giving off a radiant shine of moonlight. The crisp clear air found at night filled our lungs. It felt good to be out late at night again. It reminds me of all the times I went slaying during the summer. Giles reminded me to be cautious. Funny, I think the thing rustling in the bushes right now should be more careful.
No one's P.O.V.
Hermione knew better than to believe it was just the wind. She had no choice, but to go after it or risk the safety of the other students and herself.
"Ferret, I say we split up now. There's bound to be no danger and wandering students tonight. It's the first day back. You patrol on that side," she waved her arm to the left, away from the forest. "and I'll patrol on this side." Hermione waved her arm to the right, towards the forest where the bushes were. Draco solemnly agreed, knowing he wouldn't have to stand another minute being alone with the 'mudblood.' With that settled, Hermione started walking away. As soon as Draco had moved a couple of meters away, she broke into a sprint, all the while making sure the Head Boy still had his back turned so he wouldn't question her actions.
In her left hand, Hermione held her stake. In her right was her wand. She could be up against anything or anyone and she wanted to be ready.
Having good peripheral vision has its advantages, as in this case. To her left, she caught a glimpse of a blood-red cape. That could only mean one thing.
Her wand was stored securely back into her pocket. Magic never really did anything to this kind of evil, but merely tickled them. She moved her stake to her right hand and listened intently for any sounds. The wind made it even worse. There were too many "whooshing" noises for Hermione to be able to differentiate the noises.
Suddenly, the creature lunged at her from behind. Being a slayer means having quick reflexes and Hermione sure had those- she easily dodged the assault.
The fight between the two seemed to go on for hours due to all the blows Hermione received. It had only been a few minutes, however.
This vampire's really good.
She was caught off guard once more, but not because of the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, but because she saw another person move within the trees. Either the enemy had sent for his friends or Malfoy was being bloody stupid. She preferred the former, though the latter sounded nice.
Hermione was knocked down and was pinned to the ground. In the moonlight, she could see this was no ordinary vampire. It had sprouted an extra pair of arms on each side. No wonder she was at such a disadvantage. Panic and fear flooded through her as reality hit her and the vampire started to descend down towards her neck.
A silver sword appeared out of nowhere and clashed with the neck of the vampire, beheading it. The vampire became dust and blew with the wind. A strong hand reached down and pulled her up. Her chocolate eyes met bluish-gray ones. His platinum-blonde hair shone brightly, due to the reflection of the full moon.
"Thought you could use a bit of help there."
"I was fine." Hermione snapped.
"What, no thanks? I just saved your pathetic life and I get no thanks. I seem to recall that vamp had his fangs just inches away from your pretty little neck."
"And my stake is just inches away from your pretty little arse." Hemione glared.
"You think my arse is nice? I knew it! No one can resist my sexy body."
"Give it a rest, Spike. You can be so egotistical."
"By the way, who was that you were walking with earlier? He looks kind of like me, wait a minute! Are you using him to replace me?"
"First of all, you're not my father or my boyfriend, so get off my case. Second of all, what in Merlin's name gave you that idea? That Malfoy is such a bloody prick!"
"Malfoy, eh? I hear his family's loaded. I actually might enjoy his company. Use his money a little. Get me a hot new car, some new clothes, a little blood, some fags. Yep, life would be good."
"You sound like a bratty teenage girl." Hermione put on a high-pitched squeaky voice. "I'm gonna use his money to buy me a hot new car and some cute new clothes."
"Very funny. Oh bloody hell." He groaned.
"What?"
Spike pointed a long finger straight ahead where Malfoy was walking around, screaming her name.
"What's wrong with that? It actually makes Malfoy look stupid since he's confused of my whereabouts."
"I was hoping to walk you back and then see if I could screw you."
"I knew it! No one can resist my sexy body."
"Hey! You stole my line!"
"Too bad. Ciao Spike." Hermione gave a short wave before walking up to Malfoy, who had his back turned.
Hemione withdrew her wand stealthily and pointed to the back of Draco's head and silently muttered a few words under her breath. The spell took effect immediately.
A/N: Ok, let's get things straight. In this story, Spike came back to life because the "powers that be" decided that it was best, but as you will see, Spike can't use his fangs on anyone, no matter what. He can hurt others, but only if it is for the good of mankind. Angel is also mentioned in this story (chapter 4), but I don't know whether I should make him a character. Please REVIEW.
So what do you think the spell is? I'll give you a hint it has something to do with cross-ing and the color pink. If you don't know, too bad- you'll just have to wait until chapter 3. Please REVIEW.