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 Now, finally, let'smain 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 10
A change of Perspective
Remus Lupin really needed to learn to follow his instincts
Early in the morning Remus had gazed out his window at the dawning day while the sun rose outside. Warm in his bed, his muscles still aching and sore, he'd started debating with himself. Part of him felt that he should leave the piling work where it was and stay in bed, for just one more day. Yet, he hadn't seen her. At all. In a week.
A week since the afternoon that he'd let slip his knowledge about a past she didn't want to remember. Knowledge gained from sources over the years about the infamous town of Sunnydale and its equally infamous protector. Ever since he had let slip his little secrete she wouldn't talk to him, well technically she was avoiding him, which had the desired effect of not talking.
So, knowing better, but not caring, he'd gotten himself out of bed.
But even as he'd searched for her, he couldn't help but chastise himself for it. 'You're an old man' he'd told himself firmly. 'She's a beautiful, strong, vibrant young woman. Don't fool yourself, wolf.' He should have gone back to bed. Forgotten about the whole thing and slept the day away.
But he hadn't.
He'd continued his search until finally giving up outside the library. The blonde Slayer was nowhere to be found, and he still had piles of work to catch up on.
So, then, when he'd least expected it, he'd literally run straight into her. Her sudden appearance had stunned him into a momentary stillness. She was as gorgeous as he remembered. Bright hazel eye's set into and heart shaped face. A pert little nose above delicately pink, flower petal lips… Light Blond hair fell around her shoulders like a water fall. It glistened in the gloom of Grimmauld place like a lighthouse beacon in the pitch dark night, drawing him as a moth to flame.
She was everything he wasn't. Young, unmarked, light, happy, strong… Whole. Every moment in her presence was a balm to his soul; it was in her quiet companionship, her boisterous humour, her steadfast support, her unmovable friendship, her inflexible, incorruptible morality and her absolute loyalty and devotion to those she called friend and ally, which he found his solace within.
He found that he dreamed about her now, she consumed all his thoughts during the day and into the night. The barest whiff of her scent could distract him more completely then anything else in the world could.
He hadn't felt like this, well, ever. His last relationship of any significance had been when he was barely 20. Men like him didn't fall in love. Or if they did, it was an unrequited love; where the undeserving faded into the shadows to watch and dream, never to know the love they so desired.
Who in their right mind could ever love a werewolf?
Buffy's constant flirting and teasing disconcerted him. Every part of him wanted to respond. Wanted to reciprocate… He tried to hold himself back, but it was getting harder. She was getting harder to eject from him mind.
He couldn't explain the surge of jealously he'd felt when he'd heard that Sirius was going with her on patrols. He shouldn't have begrudged his friend the opportunity. But Sirius was getting closer to the Vampire Slayer everyday, and Remus found himself gritting his teeth when he was in the same room as the both of them together.
They joked, and flirted shamelessly. Poking and pinching. Touching and laughing. On more then one instance, he'd bitten his tongue against a sharp retort or reprimand. Because it wasn't his business.
It wasn't…
They were both adults. What they did was their own business. And certainly, nobody deserved to be happy more than his old friend. They made a good couple, Buffy and Sirius. He'd heard the whispers. It was the general consensus amongst the Order members.
He tried not the care. He tried to let it go.
He couldn't
He was falling in love with her and everyday with her made it harder to be without her. Every moment made it more difficult to not be in love with her. He'd tried. Merlin knows he'd tried.
When they'd gotten to his room, he'd been firm in his own mind. He'd get her out of there. Never mind that he'd been looking for her only an hour ago. Never mind that this is what he'd wanted. He needed her to be away from him. Or he'd do something he'd regret.
She'd walked to the door. His head buzzed with awareness. She was so close. The stunning little Slayer that made his heart do the tango. The one that he was coming to realise he was desperately in love with. She was in his room. Alone. With him.
Before he knew it he'd reached out and taken her wrist in his hand. For a split second he thought she'd pull away. Thought she'd probably deck him.
She didn't.
Then the moment was over. Broken. And he'd retreated to lick his wounds. Feeling ever the fool. Trying to sooth his aching heart.
He shouldn't of bothered, because suddenly she was once again in his arms. Who moved first didn't matter, their mouths were fused together, and nothing else mattered anymore. Not Sirius. Not the Order. Not the rumours. Just the spit-fire minx he held so tightly against his chest. Her heart was thundering as loud as his own was, but he couldn't hear it. He couldn't hear anything but her soft moans, and the erratic puffs of breath that escaped their lips. He was totally entranced, completely under the spell of this little muggle.
His fingers brushed through that golden hair. His mouth locked on hers, devouring her hungry pink lips. Her little pink tongue slid over his lower lip, and he was gone. Nothing but the heat existed anymore. Nothing but the passion.
Knock Knock
"Remus, you in there?"
And just like that he came back to himself, jumping back guiltily. Buffy tumbled off of the bed she'd been perched on. The bed he hadn't realized they were both on.
The door swung open and Sirius Black stepped through the thresh hold. Remus opened his mouth but nothing came out. He expected a remark from Sirius. Anger. Amusement. Hurt. Something more then his quirked eyebrow and smirk.
"Alright, Remus? You're looking a little flushed."
Remus gaped at him, doing a spectacular impression of a fish out of water. He glanced down at the floor where Buffy should have been. She wasn't. He wondered for an agonising moment if he'd imagined the whole thing. No. She'd been there. Something caught his eye. A long strand of blonde hair coming from underneath his bed… His head snapped up.
"Remus?"
Sirius was starting to look concerned. Remus gathered himself valiantly.
"Not… not at all Sirius, I- I'm fine." He stuttered, wishing his voice would have been a little less choked.
Sirius didn't look convinced. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave the lycanthrope a stern look.
"I- I- I'm just, still a little under the weather."
Sirius seemed to except this more readily. He strode forward and plopped himself down on the werewolf's bed. There was an almost inaudible groan from beneath it. Remus's eyes widened fractionally.
"Is there something I can do for you, Padfoot?"
Sirius, for all his good qualities, had never been able to take a hint. Not that he couldn't recognise them, oh no, it was just that he'd never felt the need to heed them. The irritating mutt...
"Have you seen Buffy lately?" Remus could have screamed. Of all the times the man could feel like being a gossip, it had to be now.
"No." He answered shortly.
Sirius either didn't notice his tone, or had chosen to ignore it. Remus would have suspected the former if not for the fact that he knew his friend was capable of that sort of obliviousness on occasion.
"Were going on patrol again tonight," The Animagus informed him with all the candour of a child on Christmas morning. Remus couldn't help but feel some of his resentment slip away.
"You should have seen it, Remus. She's bloody amazing. I've never seen anybody move like that before."
"So you've said."
Remus tried not to let his voice sound as bitter as he felt, but he was only mostly successful.
"Have you talked to her since last week?" The black haired man asked.
Remus shook his head. "No." He said again.
"You should." The Animagus continued. Remus changed his mind, it was the former, Sirius was most defiantly ignoring his tone. Tosser.
"It's not like we all haven't bollixed up our fair share of the time. She's got nothing to be ashamed of." Remus nodded. "I agree" He said at length.
"Anyways," Sirius added after a moment. "Someone like her? She could have dated a whole nest of Vampires and she'd still be the hottest thing Grimmauld Place has seen since great grandfather Black burned down the west wing trying to light his cigar with 'Incendio."
Remus made a face at the grinning Black. The lycan was the only one to have heard Buffy make a strangled noise at his comment.
"Yes, well…"
Sirius laughed and stood. "Even you have to admit, she's bleeding shag worthy"
"Sirius!"
"Oh, come on, I've been in prison for 12 years. What did you think-"
"I really don't want to think..."
"-that I was boffing the-"
"Oh, for the love of Merlin, Sirius, must you be so-"
"You don't Fancy her, do you Rem-"
"Get out. Sirius, for… Just get-"
"Got your eye for a little Hanky panky, do you, you old wolf, you-"
Remus pushed him out the door.
"You know, Moony, I think you're just in need of good shag-"
"Goodbye Sirius."
And he slammed the door.
When he turned he was greeted by a sunny blond, red faced and laughing hysterically.
"Well, I'm glad you're amused."
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