Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the setting. They are of the creations of J.K. Rowling and Joss Whedon.
A/N: Not all of this is recap. It's only to refresh your memory. This is an extra long chapter. This chapter has gone through only the tiniest of re-editing.
Chapter 5: Hogsmeade HysteriaRECAP:
"Malfoy, get your arse out." Hermione ordered him with a McGonagall tone of voice.
"No, I don't think I will. Besides, this is the Heads' compartment, unless you've forgotten that is." He teased, while having his infamous Malfoy smirk plastered on his face.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "The password is Lion's Hiss."
"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.
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.
"Thought you could use a bit of help there." Spike said.
Draco was already grumpy from last night. To make matters worse, when he looked into his goblet, his reflection mirrored a handsome boy with…PINK hair!
"Aaaaaaah! GRANGER!"
He marched out. She was going to pay- that is, if he found her.
Inside the Great Hall, laughter rang put loud and clear. You could make out a few distinct words, such as "Draco Malfoy", "best hair of the year," "pink," and "most desirable Slytherin, my ass."
As she neared her room, she heard noises coming from inside and saw that the door was open. When she peeked inside, she a certain pink-haired boy playing with HER STAKE!
Hermione came just in time and stabbed the vampire from behind and was able to catch another one off guard with her fast reflexes, causing the once solid vampire to deteriorate into dust.
Someone clapped from within the bushes. A cloaked person stepped out of the cover of the darkness of the trees. He was a pale man with long black hair, dressed in a black cape, with the underside being blood red. He wore a white dress shirt and black pants. His black hair shone in the moonlight… along, with his fangs.
"Well done, Miss Granger. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the infamous Count Dracula."
Dracula suddenly disappeared after the introduction, leaving three very stunned people.
Malfoy was the first one to break the silence. "Who would've though? Mud-muggleborn Granger, a slayer!"
"Nice save." Hermione said.
"And friends with a vampire too!" Malfoy added.
"Hey! I'm a good vamp, you know. You say it as though it's a disgrace!" Spike gritted through his teeth."
"Both of you- behave!" Hermione said while holding Spike back from beating Malfoy up.
"Guys! First, they're civil, and then, next thing 'fore you know it, they're fighting! You boys are so immature!" she sighed.
"Hey!" Spike and Malfoy said at the same time.
"What do you mean 'Hey!' You guys are immature and you know it!"
"But we're immature men." Spike put emphasis on 'men.'
"Urgh!" Hermione threw her hands up in the air and walked off. It was impossible to argue with those two teaming up against her. They were just impossible.
The two blondes hi-fived each other before following Hermione. She tried to ignore them as they started to taunt her at the fact that she lost an argument to "immature men." This made Hermione more irritated. She tried calming down by paying attention to how the surroundings and the night sky were beautiful, but to no avail.
They returned to their dormitory and walked up to their respectable rooms. Spike and Hermione were headed towards her room when they felt Draco's eyes on them. They turned around to face him.
"You don't bite, do you?" Draco asked hesitantly.
"No, he could, but he wouldn't. Oh, about that, obliviate." A bright light emitted from the tip of Hermione's wand and was aimed at Draco's forehead. He suddenly held a blank face and lingered outside for a while, staring at the Head Girl's door, where Hermione and another guy just entered. He entered his own room, took off his robe and his shirt, and threw himself on the bed. Draco stared at the ceiling and tried to clear his mind, but all he could see was Hermione with another blonde guy, going inside her room.
Can't believe I'm actually thinking this but for once, I wish I wasn't a pureblood.Hermione quickly got dressed. She now sported light blue jeans, a maroon sweater, and a gold sash. Chandelier earrings dangled from her ears and her hair was tied with a gold ribbon to show a graceful neck. Her wand stuck out of her jean pocket and her stake was cleverly hidden underneath her jeans, held by a black band, right below her knee.
Spike started stirring on the bed, but immediately jumped out when he saw the sunlight dancing on his face. Hermione muttered a spell and a gray aura formed around Spike.
"What the bloody hell did you do to me?" Spike cried.
"It's only a spell. No need to get all worked up. It allows for you to be outside during the day without getting burned alive."
"That's bloody wonderful."
"Anyways, get dressed. We're going to Hogsmeade today, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. I won't find any hogs there, will I? I'm allergic to them."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"No really, I'm allergic to hogs. I once had a nasty allergic reaction when I went to the zoo."
This cause Hermione to frown worriedly and back away slowly towards the door.
"I'll meet you downstairs, 'kay?" she said slowly, still backing away slowly with her hands in front of her. She closed the door and descended down to the common room.
Draco was already down, trying to pry Pansy Parkinson off of him. Don't get him wrong, Pansy was a really good friend. She'd let him copy her homework, went patrolling for him when he was prefect last year, etc. She even respected muggles and half-bloods; she wasn't a stuck up nose brat like the other Slytherin purebloods.
"Pansy, no really, I have some Head's duties to attend to." Which was clearly a lie.
"But Draco, you promised you'd go to Hogsmeade with me and Blaise." She whined.
Hermione decided to help him out by going along with the lie. "Malfoy, hurry up and get your girlfriend out. We have a Heads' meeting here in five minutes and Dumbledore'll expect us to be ready by then."
Malfoy's face darkened at the word 'girlfriend.' Hermione knew that Pansy and him were friends and that was it. She just wanted to tease him about it.
"Hello Granger. I know for a fact that there is no meeting. I'm a prefect this year and I reviewed the schedule last night." Pansy said politely, as though she were talking to one of her fellow Slytherins.
All of a sudden, Pansy's eyes widened and she let go of Draco's arm, bolting for the door. After she had left, Hermione followed the direction of Pansy's eyes and saw Spike, who had changed… literally. She started to reprimand him, all the while laughing too.
"Spike! That was very rude of you! Pansy could've died from a heart attack because she saw you as a vampire. We could have verbally persuaded her, but never should you scare her out of her wits like that!" Hermione playfully slapped him on the arm. She erased Malfoy's mind of the memory and turned back to Spike.
"Now, hurry up and get something to eat! Then, we're off to see Hogsmeade, but we also have to wait for-" Before she could finish, Spike had dashed straight to the bathroom to get the delicious cubes. But Hermione stood there clueless of what he was doing, wondering whether he was a real person or a dog, wanting the toilet really badly. "-Harry and Ron."
Hermione tapped her foot impatiently by the lake. Every so often, Spike would step on her foot to make her stop, but she would still continue again after he had lifted it.
"Where could they be? They were supposed to be here half an hour ago."
Spike kicked the water. "Maybe they died."
Hermione spun around. "What's the deal with death and you vampires?" After a moment's pause, she spoke again. "Don't even answer that."
Just then, the front doors opened and Harry and Ron could be seen running across the fields in a hurry to get to the lake. Well, Harry was running. Ron was more like being dragged by the collar by Harry who was scolding him for being such a pig. Ron was currently half-eating, part-dragged, part-running. The hurried eating failed because right after the boys had reached Hermione, Ron started choking and she had to help him.
What a bunch of idiots, Spike thought.
"Harry, Ron, I want you to meet Spike. Spike, this is Harry Potter," she gestured her arm to Harry. "and Ronald Weasley." She moved her arm towards Ron.
"Hi." Harry extended his hand to Spike and shook hands.
"Hello, you can just call me Ron." He and Spike also shook hands.
"Wait a minute, you're a vampire! I know one when I see one. Hermione, Harry, run! Run for your safety! Hurry Up! We've got to tell Dumbledore!" Ron was about to run off when Harry grabbed him by the back collar and pulled him back, holding him in place. Ron stopped, confused. He looked over at Harry and then Hermione. Harry was the first to speak.
"Ron, if he's vampire, which I'm sure he is, why isn't he burning up? Hermione's the only person smart enough to protect him, which means she trusts him. We should to." Harry said patiently and calmly.
I guess they're not as dumb as they seem, Spike thought.
Hermione smiled. "He's a harmless vampire, I'm sure, guys. No need to worry. Okay, introductions are taken care of. Let's head over to Hogsmeade now." Hermione said eagerly and immediately led the way.
"I'm sorry, miss, but this is a Quidditch store. We do not carry any undergarments, and no, for the millionth time, we don't know anyone by the name of 'Blondie Bear." The storekeeper said.
"But you must! Blondie Bear's been here and I know it!" The girl pouted.
"Miss, please understand, we're telling the truth. Why don't you try another store?"
"I did! I tried every shop and none of them's seen my Blondie Bear! Oh, poor Spike, you should have never broke up with me! Now, you're probably all lost and alone!" Harmony pouted again and walked out, trying desperately to find her "bear."
"Are we there, yet?" Spike whined.
"Nope." The Golden Trip answered in unison for the hundredth time.
Only a few more feet, Spike thought. And I get to say…
"Are we there, yet?"
"Nope." Came the reply.
Okay, just a few more and…"Are we there, yet?"
"Nope."
Haha, this is getting on their nerves. Hermione has murder written all over her face, Ron's clenching his fist, and Harry's…what? He looks calm, he doesn't even look mad; he's smirking! Oh, the nerve of him, I'll show him.
"Are we there, yet?"
"Nope." Ron replied.
"Ditto." Harry said at the same time.
"Holy shit- YES!" Hermione smiled slyly.
"Really?" Spike suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and looked around, but he saw nothing.
Hermione winked at Harry and he caught on. "Ha! You got…" Hermione paused. "PUNKED!" Harry and Hermione finished and hi-5ed each other and laughed. Spike glared and stuck his hands in his coat pockets aggressively. Ron just looked plain confused.
"Let's play a game of…let's see, spill or spell," Harry suggested. Spill or spell is similar to the muggle game, truth or dare. "I'll go first. Ron, spill or spell?"
"Um, spill?" Ron said uncomfortably. He had known Harry for seven years now, and he knew well enough that Harry would make his spills and spells worthwhile.
"Ok, who was the first Slytherin girl that you ever snogged?"
"Oh, come on, Harry! You know the answer!"
"Yes, but they don't!"
"Fine," Ron's voice dropped to a low murmur. "Millicent Bulstrode."
Harry decided to push it. "Who? Speak up, I can't hear you."
"Millicent Bulstrode." Ron gritted through his teeth.
Hermione laughed so hard that she lost her balance and Spike had to catch her.
"You snogged the Slytherin pig? Ha!"
"Who's she?" Spike asked.
"Her." Hermione jerked her head to a girl flipping damaged black hair and faking a laugh at whatever joke Pansy had made.
Spike made retching noises. "Her? Of all people, her? I would rather be staked than have to kissed her!"
"I can arrange that." Hermione said, shifting into her slayer mode.
"On the other hand, I take that back." Spike said shifting his weight away from her.
Ron spoke up next. "Okay, my turn. Hermione, spill or spell?"
"Spell." She answered boldly.
" 'Mione, I cast a spell on you to-" he looked around for an idea. "-to stay away from the library for five days."
"Ron, you know I can't. That's practically like asking me to fail all my classes."
"Fine, I'll think of something else. I cast on spell on you to go up to Malfoy and punch him on the face the next time you see him."
"Ron, I might get in trouble." She growled.
"Might. Sorry, 'Mione. It's either that or the library."
"Fine, I'll do it. Well anyways, it's my turn. Spike, spill or spell?" Spike didn't answer. Apparently, he had spaced out. "Spike, spill or spell?" she repeated, but he still did not answer.
She sighed, but then seemed to cheer up. "It's payback."
Ron gulped. "Ron, spill or spell?"
"Spell?" he said weakly.
"I cast a spell on you to confess you undying love for Pansy Parkinson." Ron turned red at the name.
"I don't really care when, Ron, but just as long as you do it within three weeks, just in time for the ball."
"What ball?" Both the boys were confused.
"The Halloween Ball, silly. Malfoy and I have already planned individually over the summer and then we're supposed to put our ideas together and assign the jobs to the prefects all this week. Malfoy and I will be heading it, of course."
Harry and Ron scowled at the sound of his name. "If Malfoy treats you badly in any way, just tell us, and we'll pound him." Ron hit his fist against his palm.
"I'm a big girl and I'm sure I can handle him by myself. And don't forget Ron, you still have to go up to Pansy and-" Ron interrupter her: "-and confess my love to her blah blah blah; I get it."
"Are we there yet?" Spike started again.
"No." The three Gryffindors said simultaneously.
"Are we there yet?"
"Ditto."
"Are we there yet?"
"Zilch."
"Are we there yet?"
"Yes." They said in harmony.
"Oh no, I'm not that daft. Don't think I'm falling for one of your tricks again." Spike said, crossing his arms on his chest and shaking his head.
"No, we're serious. Welcome to Hogsmeade." Hermione said.
Spike looked around him and saw rows of cozy, old-style shops in front of him. He scoffed. "This is Hogsmeade? The Hogsmeade everyone's so excited in shopping at? It looks like a pig's stalk."
Hermione hit him upside the head and led them to Vogue a la Mode, where they sold clothes of all styles, trends, ages, and genders.
Hermione looked around for her clothes, while Harry and Ron led Spike to the men's section on the other side of the room.
Hermione's P.O.V.
I searched every rack and all I could find were one pair of black pants, two pairs of jeans, one dark red halter-top, and one long-sleeved shirt with a red rose enlarged on the side with a gold outline. Everything else was way too short, too tight, too revealing, or just plain ugly for my liking.
I then heard a rack come crashing down on the other side of the room. The men's side. I could hear a worker yell at someone or someones in a thick British accent. I have an accent too, but his was almost incomprehensible. I should have known. I saw Harry and Ron, wands out, throwing spells at Malfoy, and vice-versa. Spike was just standing there smirking. I calmed down the worker and promised him that I would take care of it.
"Petrificus Totalas." Harry, Ron, and Malfoy now lay stiff on the ground. I turned towards Spike and threatened him the same would happen if he didn't wipe that smirk off his face. He was immediately emotionless.
"Now, I intend to leave you three boys in this state until some unfortunate soul comes upon you," I inwardly smiled when I saw their anxious eyes. "But if you promise to behave, you'll be able to leave this store unharmed. Do I make myself clear?" At that moment, I felt like a mini-McGonagall.
I changed the three back, but not before taking ten house points from Gryffindor and fifty from Slytherin. Oh, the unfairness of life. I discreetly put a silencing charm on Malfoy as I brought him back to his former state. Harry and Ron glared daggers at Malfoy, and he smirked back, but that was as violent as they dared to be. As Malfoy was walking out the door, he decided to say some insult to get us fired up, but hilariously, could not.
"Awww, has the poor ferret gone mute?" I teased. Malfoy shook his head violently and pointed a finger into his open mouth.
Harry came up next to me "No, 'Mione, I think you're wrong, I'll don't think he's mute at all."
Malfoy threw his hands down with relief.
"I think he's trying to play charades." Harry grinned.
Malfoy drew his hands to his chest like an 'X' and brought it out, repeating the process over and over.
"Oh! I know, the fella's trying to make the letter X" Spike suggested.
Malfoy shook his head again and pointed to his mouth.
"Lips?"
"Mouth?"
"Tongue?"
"Food?"
"Water?"
Suddenly Ron exclaimed: "I got it!" We all turned to look at him, even Malfoy.
"Sex!"
"Huh?" Harry was confused, so was I.
"Ron, how'd you go from Malfoy to water to sex?"
Ron explained. "Well, when you're having sex and you're nearing climax, water or something like that comes-"
"Urgh!"
"Ron!" We all made disgusted faces at him.
"What? I was only saying that when you're having-" he defended.
"Okay, Ron, we get it."
We turned back to Malfoy now. He made another attempt at pointing at his mouth with his index finger. I, of course, knew what he wanted- to talk- but I wasn't going to let a chance like this slip away. When he saw us make no response, he tried a different strategy. Malfoy was now doing what looked like a modified Macarena.
"Oh! He wanted to dance! Why didn't you just say so Malfoy?" We then started to dance. Malfoy shook his head and gave up, walking out of the store. But before he left, I remembered the dare and stopped him. He turned around with an eyebrow. The egotistical prat probably thought I was so in love with him that I couldn't resist the temptation to give him a good-bye kiss. Wrong! A full-blown punch hit his face. Hard. Boy, did it feel good. After he left, we ended up bursting out laughing.
As we excited Vogue a la Mode, I was carrying one bag in each hand, Harry and Ron were both carrying one bag each, and Spike was carrying five bags. He really must've needed new things.
All of a sudden, a blonde girl was running towards Spike, mad and happy as hell. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't just place my finger on who she was. Spike, however, had a different reaction- he dropped all his bags and ran like he was running from the devil himself. That reaction helped trigger my memory. There was only one girl on this planet that Spike would run away from. Harmony.
"Blondie Bear! Blondie Bear! You came back1" The blonde girl jumped on Spike and nearly crushed him to death. Yup, it's Harmony. She had a death grip on whoever had been so unlucky as to have been her boyfriend. What'd you expect? She's a vampire.
"Harmony, get off me, you mad woman." Spike rudely shoved her off of him, but she only clung onto him tighter.
"Hermione, help me!" He choked out.
"Hermione?" Harmony became even more excited and looked around, in search of me. Unfortunately, she saw me before I could hide. I would rather see the life squished out of Spike, rather than her cling onto me. Harmony was a great friend, once you got to know her. She really was. She was like a blonde version of Ginny, a genius compared to the goonies Malfoy hung out with, and a loyal and determined person. Harmony never gave up. That's why she makes such a great secretary for Angel.
"Hermione!" Harmony ditched Spike and came to me to give me a hug. Spike took the opportunity to apparate. Damn it, I should have never taught him how to do that. At least I still have Harry and Ron. POP! I spoke too soon. What loyal friends Harry and Ron are! I made a mental note to hex the three guys later, but right now, I need to deal with Harmony.
She had started to cry. "Sp-Spike… he-he left me hanging-ing…a…gain." Now her tears were practically pouring out of her eyes. Scratch that- not practically. Literally.
"Come on Harmony. It's not that bad. There's plenty of fish in the sea." I comforted.
"But-but I wa-ant a-…"
"Yes?" I asked impatiently.
"A BLONDE!"
I scoffed. She wanted a blonde? Maybe it was a blonde thing. I mean she is a blonde obviously. Why am I using the word 'blonde' in every sentence? See, there I go again with the word 'blonde'! Urgh! I really gotta stop doing that!
"Here Harmony. Shhhh. Calm down. There you go. Are you calm now?" By now, her sobbing had subsided and she was only hiccupping. She nodded.
"Listen to me and listen to me good, 'kay? There's a club nearby for vamps who are off human blood. They help me and I help them. It's a two-way trade. You could also go back to Angel. He'd probably know more than I'll do."
"Thanks Hermy! You're the best!" She ten gave me another bone-crushing hug and left waving to me until she was out of sight.
Pansy approached me and to my surprise, she said, "Thanks Granger."
I was utterly confused so she added, "For what you did for my cousin, Harmony. She really needed that extra boost."
"You and Harmony are…cousins?"
"Yeah, she's from my mum's side. Thanks again, Granger. I owe you one. She was practically like a sister to me." And with that, Pansy left and headed towards a Quidditch shop, no doubt to find Malfoy and Zambini. Which reminds me. I still have to get the three boys before I get to head back to Hogwarts. Which also reminds me- I have to kill them for ditching me.
However, all thoughts of murder were erased from my mind as I entered the Three Broomsticks. I found Spike, chugging down another glass of Firewhiskey, very strong wizard alcohol. Four empty glasses were already in front of him, in a zigzag line- a poor attempt at lining them up. Harry and Ron sat there gaping like fish, shocked that a person could handle such potent. I walked over there inhumanely quick and swiped the fifth glass away just as he was finishing the last drop.
"Spike! You're going to get drunk!"
"Oh, hiiiii Myyaaaaaaa. It's okay. I caaan beaaaar it. Louuuooook. Seeeeeee?" Spike slurred. He made a feeble attempt at standing up, but swaggered a bit and I forced him down with one hand.
"Look what you've gone and done to yourself! Urgh!" I seemed to be saying "Urgh!" a lot lately thanks to a few special people. I turned sharply onto Harry and Ron who bent their heads back a bit, fearing my wrath. "Harry. Ron. Why. Didn't. You. STOP HIM!"
They visibly and soundly gulped. I heard it clearly, but it may have also been due to my slayer senses. "He-he looked li-like he-he knew what he was do-doing." Ron's voice was practically shaking! I know what you're thinking- it's mean to scare your friends out of their wits, but still, it did feel good to have the power.
I rolled my eyes at their answer and pulled Spike up, putting his right arm around my shoulders for support and I placed my left arm around his waist. I left The Three Broomsticks, while Ron waited for Harry to place the correct pay on the table. I was left to deal with Spike. Alone. Again. Two times today, Harry and Ron had left me. Something was up; and it was about me. Lucky me.
"Heeeeeey, you're pr-preeeetyyyy. Wanna goooo for a driiiiink sometiiiiime?"
"Spike, it's me. SHUT UP. People are starting to stare." Which was actually true. Zambini and Malfoy had passed, staring at us strangely and suddenly started to crack up and laugh. I glared at them, especially Malfoy. He silenced immediately, remembering the punch. You could no longer see it, since Malfoys would never risk their reputation by walking around with any of part of their body damaged. No, duh. He probably used a concealing charm. Again, no duh. Malfoy's two idiotic bodyguards- Crabbe and Goyle, kept on laughing, not noticing my death glares aimed directly at them. I mean toilet seats had a higher IQ than those two gorillas. Parkinson was with them and she smiled, remembering the favor, but then she gave me a sympathetic look, which I figured was for three reasons. One: The guy I was supporting was drunk. Two: It was Spike. Three: It was a drunk Spike. Parkinson probably knew what it was like, having had been the cousin of the ex-girlfriend of Spike. Then, Seamus and Dean passed by, asking me if I needed help. I reassured them, saying I was okay. At least they cared, unlike two friends I have. A whole bunch of people went by. I began to grow anxious. How long does it take for a guy- no, two guys to pay a bloody bill? Spike was beginning to grow restless as well and was trying numerous of lame pick-up lines. I wish I had recorded it, then I would never let him live it down. When un-slurred they sounded like:
"Hey baby, can you feel the heat in the air or is it coming from you?"
"Did you just take a swim, cause you're wet!"
"Do you have a mirror in your pants because I can see myself in your knickers!"
"I think I just threw whip-cream down your shirt, here let me get it for you."
"Just from looking at you made me explode in my pants!"
Those were probably the best of the pick-up lines that he said, the rest were just horrible! I was starting to get annoyed. "Spike, now really isn't the time to start hitting on me." Suddenly, a light bulb flashed above my head.
"Oh Spike," I said in a singsong voice. "Harmony's over there, and guess what she brought. Hogs! Oh, look, she saw you. She's coming this way this minute."
Spike became all wide-eyed and jumped four feet in the air. Literally. When his back was turned, I knocked him lightly on the head with my fist and he collided with the ground with a Thud! Drunken people are always easy to knock out.
"Leviosa." Spike's unconscious body rose above the ground in midair at eye level to me. Harry and Ron finally came out. Ron was ahead of Harry, but he was walking backwards and facing Harry. He turned around suddenly and rammed right into Spike's legs. Ron fell backwards and knocked Harry down along with him, who was in close proximity. It looked like Dominoes really. People Dominoes.
I helped the both of them up and we walked back to Hogwarts as it was really getting late now. Right when we reached the castle doors, Spike woke up and started to spin around in the air. He was trying to get down but because of the levitation spell, he started to turn around like an animal over a fire. He also started to flap his arms in the air, which made him look like a retarded bird. I thought it couldn't get any better, but oh, it did. The most outrageous thing happened. Spike started kicking his legs out like a person on a swing would. So to sum it up, here was a guy whose whole body was spinning 360 degrees, flapping his arms wildly, thrusting his legs out, and screaming bloody murder- all at the same time. I managed to solve the problem, however, with a body bind spell. Genius, I know. And so, we all lived happily ever after.
THE ENDPfft! Yeah, right. In your dreams. Not gonna happen. Not when your two best friends own brains and they start questioning you, wondering why on earth you're acquainted with a vampire and how we came to be even allies. It took them long enough; I was beginning to wonder if I could store tissues in their empty heads.
" 'Mione, can we ask you something?" Ron had on a thinking face. I wish I could see that more often and then, bye-bye 'copying off of my homework.'
"Anything." I answered. I knew where this was going.
"He's a vampire right?" Harry referred to Spike.
"Yes." I wish they would stop beating around the bush.
"How do you know him?" FINALLY! The question of the day has been asked! "How do you know he's harmless? How do you know he's even good?"
"You guys, I know these kind of things. Did you actually think I would be stupid enough to actually allow someone I deem dangerous, to go anywhere near Hogwarts? Of course not, I know better." I answered.
"Hermione, I don't think that's what Ron meant." Harry interrupted. "I think he's trying to ask how did you two become-" Harry was searching for the right word. "-friends?"
I stopped and looked over at Spike. He was smirking, enjoying every minute of this. I wanted to go up to him and slap him and maybe even start a fight while he was in mid-air, but I resisted the temptation.
I looked around me for anything that would get me out of this and then it clicked. I shooed Harry and Ron inside the castle and brought them to where the Room of Requirement should be. Spike was busy trying to scratch his nose, but couldn't due to the body bind spell. I smirked, enjoying every minute of his suffering. Funny how I thought differently last night.
I walked back and forth three times, thinking hard in my head. The door appeared clicked open and I dragged Ron and Harry inside. Unfortunately, I have never tried bringing a levitated person through a single doorway. I decided to just try and see if Spike would suddenly turn ninety degrees and go headfirst into the doorway and into the room. Bad idea. He banged his head and feet against the hard stonewall on both sides of the doorframe. I did it again just for the hell of it. Now that was a good idea.
"What are you trying to do? Give me a concussion, love?" Spike yelled. I pointed my wand at him and silenced him. Boy, did it feel good to have the upper hand. I then turned Spike vertically and managed to get him through the door, although he hit his forehead against the top of the doorframe the first time…and the second time…and the third time. You get the idea. I dumped Spike on the ground once we got inside and undid the body bind, the levitation spell, and even the silencing spell. How very stupid of me. I sat myself across from Harry and Ron and sighed.
"I don't know where to begin."
"From the beginning." Harry said, not gravely, but softly.
"It all started when I was with my friends, Alexandra and William, over the summer. William's a half-blood and Alexandra's a muggle-born, but their both wizards and witches. They're descendants of the friends of my great-great-grandmother, Buffy Summers. William descended from Willow Rosenburg and Alexandra from Alexander or Xander Harris. I was at the library when the librarian came up to us and left us a note:
REGOLUS, RANDY. 240.6 RE
It was the name of an author and a barcode for a book. We found it in the reference section. It was titled The Great Tragedies of Evil. We opened it and inside was another note. Accio!" A slip of paper flew to me. I passed it to Harry and Ron and Spike looked over their shoulders. I remembered every word, every punctuation in it.
MISS GRANGER, MISS HARRIS, MR. ROSENBURGI HAVE THE GREAT PLEASURE OF INFORMING YOU OF THIS GENERATION'S NEW VAMPIRE SLAYER, MISS HERMIONE GRANGER.
GILES
"The librarian, who we found out later was the "Giles" that sent us the note, appeared behind us and it kind of skyrocketed from there. His ancestor, who was also named Giles, was said to be Buffy's watcher, and now, this Giles is to be my watcher. It's kind of like history repeating itself in a sense. William is now currently a student at Durmstrang. Alexandra is at Beaubaxtons. Dumbledore is trying his best to have them both transferred here. As the new slayer, it is my duty to protect others."
"But where does Spike here fit in?" Ron questioned.
"Spike was a friend of Buffy and her gang. He sacrificed his life trying to save Sunnydale in America."
"Hey, you should thank me. You wouldn't be here if I hadn't been there. Buffy would've died." Spike said.
"Well anyways, with the help of "The Powers That Be", Spike was brought back to life from the amulet he was wearing when he died. Before Angel, another vampire friend of mine with an actual soul, allowed Spike to leave, he made sure that Spike would not harm anybody, especially me, otherwise he would hunt him down like a bloody wolf. I know- I witnessed it first-hand. It was quite funny to see Spike get threatened from someone else besides me."
"Of course when I was first sired, I was nicknamed 'Bloody William.' Feared by everyone. And Angel was the mighty Angelus. Now he's not so tough anymore." Spike interrupted once more. I knew I never should've taken off the silencing spell.
"And neither are you, I might add. Giles, contacted Spike to help me train to become a stronger slayer, since he had worked with Buffy. Spike almost had a seizure when he saw Giles. Thought he was the bloody Giles whom he knew back then, coming back to haunt him."
"I did not have a seizure." He denied.
"Fine, I may have exaggerated. You fainted."
"I did not faint. It was merely from a lack of sleep." Spike tried to regain his pride.
"Yeah, uh huh, like vampires actually need sleep." My voice was dripping of sarcasm. "You guys have to promise not to tell anyone."
"We promise. Wizard's honor."
It felt good to tell them, Harry and Ron I mean. I never did like keeping a secret from them. They were like brothers; they knew everything about me. You could ask them anything pertaining to myself and the two would get them right. Like I said, they were like brothers.
I stood up and stretched myself a bit. I was going to sit myself next to Harry and Ron, but then I heard it. Spike's head jerked up; he had heard it also. So it wasn't just me. I heard it again. You could not mistake it. I looked at Harry and Ron, but since they did not posses any inhumane strength or senses, they couldn't hear it. The thoughts that were probably going through their minds at that moment were 'Hermione's paranoid. Spike's paranoid. Passed on by association.' I turned back to Spike and we nodded. Harry and Ron were carefully watching our silent interaction. I stealthily walked to the door and put my ear against it. There it was again- scratching and shuffling noises. Spike flew up quietly and stayed on the ceiling above me.
"On the count of three." I whispered. It was so soft, one could barely hear it, but I knew Spike would. I clenched my left fist and raised my index finger.
"One." I kept my index finger up and raised my middle finger next.
"Two." There were more shuffling noises coming from the other side. It sounded as though someone was getting frustrated and impatient trying to get something. I raised a third finger.
"Three."
From the ceiling, Spike opened the door and I was fully prepared to attack and defend, depending upon my impulse. Spike jumped down and landed behind me, his arms in a ready position should anything happen.
There stood the last person I wanted to see, trying to stick two Extendable Ears into his pockets. Malfoy. He was caught. Malfoy- in the flesh. Red-handed. Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy. Eavesdropping. Poor Malfoy, was he in trouble now.
A/N: Told you it was a long chapter! 18 pages! I don't know if I'll make the other chapters this long, unless I see some reviews! (hinthint)