A/N: Hi!! We're back with chapter 3. It's another short chapter, but we're sure that chapter 4 is going to be much much longer.

Now, on with the story!!!

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Draco's PoV

We have been in America for a week now. I must admit, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. Apart from me and Potter having the same time table. Even we've stopped fighting. That could be because our Drama teacher put us in a group of six boys and asked us to perform Romeo and Juliet. Guess who got cast as Romeo and Juliet? Yep. Me and Potter. I've to act like a bloody girl! And then we found out that we have to do the last scene of it. So now I have to act like I'm devastated about 'Romeo's death', when I rather am jumping up and down in joy. Anyway I took another sip of my hot chocolate, which I'd taken quite a liking to. Out of no where Potter plopped down on the couch next to me.

"Can't sleep?" I asked, passing over my mug. He took a sip and passed it back.

"No. What are you doing up?" he yawned.

"Reading. Buffy seems to be into Mythology." I held up a heavy tome with 'Vampyr' emblazoned across the cover. He nodded and settled back. We fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Until we heard the front door click open. We traded a silence glance and crept after the silent siloutte of Buffy. She was carrying a small bag that chinked softly. We followed her to one of the twelve cemeteries of Sunnydale. We lost Buffy for a while but when we caught up, she was kicking a guy in the chest, sending him back a few feet away. She followed up by stabbing him in the same spot. After a couple of seconds he burst into dust with a scream. In awe, we looked at each other again before running up behind her.

Buffy's PoV

The vampire dusted and I stood there for a second. Suddenly I heard the sound of running feet behind me. Thinking it was another vampire, I spun around and nearly dusted a familiar blond.

"Draco! Harry! Please tell me you didn't see that?"

"Oh, we did," Draco answered, much to my horror. "And I thought you had all of those books on demons and such because you were interested in Mythology. But you use then as reference books don't you?"

I sighed. There was no use lying to them anymore. "You catch on way too quickly. Let me finish up that guy creeping up behind me then we'll go home and I'll explain it all," I spun around to see another familiar blond Brit. "Spike."

"hello pet. Now what would a slayer be doing out on a night like this?" he sauntered. "And with this couple of niblets behind you. British niblets too."

"I was looking for you. Ready to die yet, Spike?" He gave me a 'you've-got-to-be-kidding' look before vamping. I heard Draco gives a gasp and Harry murmured "He's ugly." I spun into a back round house which caught him in the shoulder. He counterattacked by grabbing my ankle and sending me flying. I dropped my stake and twisted to land in my forearms and roll. Almost instantly I has Spike pinning me down trying to get my neck.

"Hey. If you're gonna stand there, be helpful. Chuck us my stake. The pointy wooden thing!" I flipped our positions so I was on top and stretched out a waiting hand for the stake. I felt it slap in to my hand. So I thrust it into his chest. Then I realized that I missed his heart. "Damn it!" He grinned, realizing the same thing. He grabbed the front of my shirt and sent me flying back into a gravestone. I grunted and flipped to my feet. I punched at his head but he blocked it. The he swept a foot out catching me unaware and sending me out, yet again, to the floor.

"Right, well, this was fun. Let's do it again some time." Then he stopped and gave me a weird look in the direction of the boys. I struggled to get up but he put a booted floor on my chest, pushing me back down. "There's something weird about on of you… Almost, demon likes." Draco's eye widened and Harry looked confused. Spike startedtowards them almost like a cat stalking its prey. That was all I saw before blacking out.

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