Order of Things
Summery: It's been 5 years since Buffy Summers and co. fought the First Evil in Sunnydale. So, maybe it's high time she wound up in another adventure. But the rules have changed without her realizing it, and where once it was the slayer's job to save the world, it now falls to another. Buffy will have to find out just what her part in this apocalypse is, before it's too late. btvs/HP
Pairings: Remus/Buffy (the only pairing going at the moment.)
Timeline: Set before the beginning (during the summer) of the 5th book for the Harry Potter universe and 5 years after the final episode of season seven for Buffy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Buffy belongs to someone other then me and even the plot of this Fic is intersected with actual dialogue and situations from the book "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix." All I ask is that you don't sue me. Thank you.
Concerning the Buffy and Harry Potter Universes: Buffy is 27 years old, and Remus is (only just) 37, Sirius (who is the older of the two) is 37 as well. Buffy is spending the majority of her time in the Wizarding World, so the others (Willow, Xander, Giles, Dawn, ect.) aren't going to be around much. As for Harry, this fic takes place parallel to the fifth book, following the adventures of Remus and Buffy as they work for the order. At certain times the two 'stories' will connect and things will start sounding familiar as I start taking bits and bites out of book 5. Some things are going to change, others will stay the same. On an important note, I love Sirius Black, I love Remus Lupin, I love Buffy Summers and I love Harry Potter, these are my main characters. Lets all be clear on that from the start! get on with the fic!
Note to my Beta Reader: I've been informed that I didn't give my 'fabulous' absolutely 'spiffing' beta reader any love. So here is her love. Kim, my sister is my beta reader. She is wonderful and I thank her very much. Even if she is an opinionated, bossy, stubborn bitca of a sister. So thanks.
Chapter 9
Kiss the Girl…
The next week seemed to pick up a rhythm for the Slayer. She would spend the mornings and afternoons avoiding Remus and any other Order member, and the nights hitting demon bars with Sirius. The problem was that Clive's original assessment, that nobody was talking, turned out to be true. The demon world was holding its secrets close, for once, and it was leaving one incredibly frustrated slayer in the dark.
And so things went for a while, until early one morning she ran into the one person she'd managed to avoid all week. Which hadn't been difficult, honestly, as Remus spent the majority of the last week out on errands for Dumbledore, preparing for his transformations, or other wise laid up in bed. So it was a purely accidental meeting when she ran into him, not having been aware that he was up and about again.
This particular morning found Buffy exploring the manor in which she was spending the majority of her time. And as old habits die-hard, when she'd happened upon the Black library, she'd been hard pressed not to pop her head in for a quick look-see before she continued on her merry way. What the blonde Slayer hadn't counted on was the book-laden lycanthrope coming through at that same moment. Obviously, chaos ensued.
Startled by her sudden appearance, Remus's books had flown willy-nilly to the floor. Now, Buffy was no coward, Slayer and all, but for a spit second she stood poised on the threshold, contemplating her escape. Then reality knocked her unceremoniously over the head and she recalled her manners. One did not trample someone, cause a mini book avalanche, and then not help in the post disaster clean up.
So, with all the dignity she could muster, which was a rather pathetic amount, she began to collect the wayward books. Remus, for his part in this little drama, helped her silently. Buffy glanced over at the man subtly and was concerned to see that he was looking a little grey. His eyes were tinged red, and there were heavy shadows underlining them. All in all, he was looking down right miserable.
"I'm sorry." Buffy said finally, placing the last of the books onto the grow pile. Remus glanced at her, his face twisted in a tired smile.
"No." he said, "it was completely my fault. I was carrying far too much." Buffy looked at all the books the man had been trying to haul out of the room. The pile was big, very big.
"You're right." Buffy said smartly. "It's totally your fault." Her smile let him know she was teasing. "What's with this anyways? I think you're supposed to leave the library, you know, in the library."
"I'm feeling a slight bit under the weather… so I'm working from my rooms. I should have made two trips but…"
"But your sick." Buffy finished, in an admonishing tone. "You shouldn't have made the one trip." She reached down and lifted the thick volumes into her arms.
"You don't have-"
"Don't argue with a Slayer on a mission!" She warned. "Now, lead the way."
Buffy and Remus walked silently down this hall and that, up three flights of stairs and down a few more gloomy corridors before he finally stopped in front of the last door on the left. With a wave of his wand, the door swung open and Remus motioned her in.
The room was slightly larger then the one that she occupied, and had an old desk against the far wall. On the desk were yet more books; a large array of rolled up scrolls and many a parchment half filled with the werewolf's neatly slanted handwriting. The bed in the corner drew her eyes, and she was amused to see that not only had the man failed to make his bed, but that there was a pair of flannel pj bottoms thrown haphazardly at its end.
"I'm a bit of a mess." Remus said, shifting some of his books off his desk so that she could put down her load.
"No worries." She said.
There were a few moments of awkward silence in which Buffy was reminded of the last time she had been alone with Remus.
The silence lingered for many awkward seconds before Buffy tried to make her escape from the tawny haired mans room.
"So… I guess I'll just…"
Her right hand was already on the doorknob when Remus caught her left wrist in a gentle grip.
"Wait" He said.
Buffy turned to face him, but his hand didn't drop her wrist. Instead his thumb began to trace a pattern over her pulse point that made Buffy go slightly weak in the knees.
"Yeah?" Buffy was horrified to find her voice was slightly strangled.
If Buffy thought the silence was thick before, it had nothing on now. The warm, rough hand that was enveloping her slender wrist, and the ever darkening amber eyes on her own hazel ones, held her firmly in place.
The Slayer found herself wishing feverishly that he wouldn't notice the trembling of her knees or the shivers that were winding there way up her spine. And still that dratted thumb continued to dance over her pulse point, sending her jittery heart into her throat.
And then suddenly they were moving closer. She felt him give a final tug on her wrist and she went willingly into his arms. A warm palm settled on her hip; sparking a flame in her body that burned from that hand, out over her skin. One of her own traitorous hands found itself settled on his chest, her other hand still held firmly, but gently, trapped between their bodies.
His hot breath caressed her cheek, fluttering her bangs. He smelled just as wonderful as she remembered him to. Like chocolate and spice. He was the perfect mixture of smooth and rough.
Buffy took a few breathless moments to trace over his features with her eyes. Paper pale skin was evidence of his persisting illness from the last full moon. The faintest hint of rose coloured his cheeks now, that hadn't been there before. He had a tall, pound nose; Romanesque. He had a good strong jaw, only a little stubbly. High tawny eyebrows arched over a set a set of glowing amber eyes.
Lower.
He had lush lips, most often seen nibbling on the ends of quills, now opened just slightly. Her eyes turned as traitorous as her hand had at that moment and she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from those kissable lips. But hers weren't the only ones.
Amber eyes, hot and dark, lingered on the blond's mouth. Her tongue darted out to add moisture where there was suddenly none. Closer still they came. The barest brush of movement over her lips, and her eyes fluttered closed. Her breathing was already ragged with expectancy. It was encouraging to feel his heart under her palm, beating just as erratically as her own was in her chest.
And finally it was the moment of truth, she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt such an intense wanting for a kiss. Her toes curled in anticipation as his mouth descended on her own.
A great shriek and the rush of something over her head sent the diminutive Slayer reeling backwards. Breaking apart abruptly, the couple felt a deep disappointment and frustration for the spoiled moment.
"Romulus!"
Remus's voice was especially tight as he chastised the huge brown and grey owl. The big bird regarded Remus with an unrepentant look, and then went back to glaring balefully at the shocked blond.
Buffy, being rather ruffled herself, ignored the impolite fowl and regarded Remus with a bemused expression.
"Romulus?"
Remus shrugged noncommittally, but grinned at her.
"It seemed to fit." He told her with a smile, gesturing to the still glaring owl.
"You have a really warped sense of humour, you know that, right?" Buffy said, laughing.
Remus chuckled, nodding.
Said fowl showed no remorse what-so-ever as it presented its taloned foot where a note was tied. Remus took the note from the uppity pigeon and it took flight back out the open window it had entered from. As it exited, it passed low over Buffy's head making her duck low as to avoid being thumped round the ears.
The blond whistled, staring after the owl.
"That's one bitchy bird." She commented dryly.
Remus smiled wirily.
"He was given to me a few years ago."
"No offence, but I'd have returned him…"
Remus shrugged, "He'd not that bad, just a little grumpy."
Buffy raised an eyebrow sceptically. "It was channelling Snape." She told him, her grin widening when Remus laughed. Truly he was an attractive man, but when he smiled like that…
Just wow
Her breath caught in her throat. How could a man as beautiful on the inside as on the outside not have a queue of women lining up? It boggled Buffy's mind.
"What are you thinking about?"
Buffy snapped out of her thoughts. Damn, she'd spent too much time on her inner monologue again.
"Just stuff" she answered sheepishly.
Remus turned back to his stack of books, watching her from the corner of his eye.
"You were quite engrossed," he questioned softly.
Buffy looked at his back, watching him as he pretended not to be watching her.
He was shuffling books around on the desk. One of the towers of books teetered dangerously. Buffy lunged for it at the same time Remus did and they somehow managed to send the pile of book back to the floor. Buffy blinked at them, scattered at her feet.
"Whoops"
She glanced up at Remus.
And that was all it took. He was just suddenly there. It was a kiss unlike any other, but having every quality that had ever curled her toes.
It was a graceless kiss, awkward and unknowing, but somehow it still managed to top the 'bestest Buffy kisses' ever list.
Oh my... by far!
Somewhere between then and now his hands had delved into her hair, pulling her closer, angling to deepen the kiss. Her own hands had moved without her knowing, as well. One hand was tightly wrapped around his shoulder, while the other was busy tickling the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
He tasted like chocolate. The knowledge gave the blond Slayer the shivers. His mouth was warm and rough. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned into the kiss. It wasn't until her knees hit the bed that she realized they'd been moving steadily towards it, across the room.
The bed. Whoa.
Almost as soon as the thought entered her mind, it was gone. A slow heat was building between them. Familiarity breeds courage, and the kiss deepened again. Buffy's rump hit the sheets, Remus, looming above her. His body began to descend-
Knock Knock
uh oh
"Remus, you in there?"
The sound of Sirius Blacks voice pierced through the fog that had descended over her mind when her lips had met Remus's. Both of them jumped apart and Buffy, already perched precariously, tumbled off the bed with a resounding 'thump.'
"Remus?"
The door knob jiggled. Buffy, Slayer of monsters, rolled under the bed just as the door burst open.
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