"I'm thinking of asking Cordelia out," Harry said casually as he and Buffy walked down the road toward the 'bad' part of Sunnydale. "She's pretty fucking hot," he said as he shoved his hands into his khaki pants. Buffy looked at him and gave him the once over, taking in the black button up shirt and pressed khaki pants. She hadn't told him about the dead body yet and knew he was just letting her mull it over without pressing her for details.
"It was a vampire," she suddenly said out of the blue and nearly smirked when he had absolutely no reaction. It was nice to have someone who didn't think she was completely insane for saying something like that. "That librarian says he's my watcher, but I told him I was done slaying and he could just pack his stuff up and go back to England." She had felt rude about that but she wasn't ready to replace Merrick just yet.
"Yeah, I figured," he said with a slight nod of his head. "This place feels weird, you know? The hair on my arms hasn't stopped standing on end since we moved here," Harry admitted while scratching the back of his head. "That and all the damn graveyards," he said gesturing to the left and right side of the roads where two massive cemeteries stretched out of sight. "I think it's safe to say we moved to vampire central."
"You'd be right kid," a menacing voice growled from nearby and both kids turned to look at a guy dressed in seventies disco clothes. The menacing snarl on his face turned into a frown as the two began to laugh wildly and point at him. "What? What the fuck are you two laughing at?"
"The Bee Gees called, they want their look back," Buffy said between laughs as she reached into her purse and pulled out her stake. Disco Vamp snarled before lunging at them only to have a heart to heart with the pointy end of Buffy's weapon. With wide eyes he turned to dust and ash and fell to the ground. "Damn it, he ruined my new outfit," Buffy exclaimed and tried to dust off her low cut white tank top and black miniskirt. She even stomped her leather high heel boots to get the dust off of them.
"Thus is the life of a Slayer," Harry said. "Don't you have a lint brush or something," he said gesturing to Buffy's purse. The dark blond gave him a megawatt smile as she pulled said white brush from her purse and began to go over her clothes. "I swear, vampires have no sense of common courtesy they'll just jump into any conversation if they think they can get a scare from."
"There now, all clean," Buffy said happily as she shoved her stake and lint brush away again. "Now let's go, I'm supposed to meet Willow at the Bronze for some studying and I know Cordelia is going to be there," she said with a smirk toward her brother. "I don't know how much you'll get along with her though, she's a bully."
"She's a bully," he muttered quietly. Harry hated bullies though he couldn't often think of why. It was as though the idea simply eluded him like most thoughts did. Sometimes when he would see someone get bullied he could picture a pig in a blond wig wearing clothes and walking up right… strange things like that. "I fucking hate bullies."
"I know you do," she said as she put her arm around his shoulder and gave him a squeeze. "But you can always ask out Willow, sure she might not be as irresistible as Cordelia is now, but I got a feeling, in a few years, she'll be hot." She balked as Harry gave her a look with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not a lesbian," she growled before stomping away, leaving Harry to catch up.
Harry shook his head, it was so easy to rile up his sister. He kept walking along the sidewalk feeling the need to give his super human sister a bit of room to breathe before she killed him. The sound of a twig snapping though caused him to halt in his tracks and turn around slowly. There behind him was a blond haired girl dressed in a white and blue catholic school girl outfit, just smiling at him pleasantly.
"I'm not buying it," he said keeping his hands in his pocket as he looked at her. Her smile dropped a bit as she stared at him in confusion. "Oh come on, what real school girl wouldn't rush home to dress in something more slutty? No, no, you're just trying to use men's fantasies against them. Judging by the disco freak that just attacked us, you must be a vampire."
"Well aren't you the clever one," the blond said as she began to walk towards him. "So clever, so handsome, so smart… so young," she practically whispered the last part and Harry realized he hadn't moved a muscle but she was holding his shoulders with her mouth next to his ear. He hadn't even seen her move. And her leg was wrapped around his waist and he was pretty sure she could feel his boner. "You're going to die but you're so excited," she whispered to him and licked is ear.
Suddenly she reared back screaming as the sound of steam filled Harry's ears. Looking at her he saw her waving her hand in front of her face while holding her tongue out. "Sorry, should have warned you," he said with unbelievable glee. "No vampire has ever been able to touch my skin directly or they get horribly, horribly burned. I have no idea why but it works better than rubbing my body with garlic that's for damn sure."
The girl snarled at him before turning and racing back into the night leaving him alone on the sidewalk. "I should start carrying a stake or something," he mused as he turned back around to keep walking toward the Bronze. He didn't like carrying sticks of wood though he kept twirling them in his fingers for some reason like he was going to shoot spells from them. "Wands… what a joke," he chuckled just as a bright neon blue sign loomed up in his vision stating 'The Bronze'.
Up ahead he could see his sister walking through the door and casually moved to follow her in when a rough hand grabbed his shoulder. Spinning around he came face to face with a hook nosed man with long greasy hair and yellowish skin pulled tight over his skull glaring at him. "Damn it, not another one of you assholes," the fifteen year old grumbled as he stepped back to look the man over. He was wearing what looked like a black dress and glaring ominously at him. "A cross-dresser? Well my night has just gone to pot hasn't it?"
"It's a robe, you ignorant little shit," the man growled leaning closer to Harry and seemingly looking him over. "Is your name Harry James Potter of Surrey England," he demanded pulling a wand out of his pocket and training on him. When Harry stared at the wand in confusion the man snarled, "I asked you whether or not you were Harry James Potter of Surrey."
"No, I'm not," the teen said shoving the man away from him so hard he crashed a nearby dumpster. "The name is Summers, I'm from L.A.," the fifteen year old boy said as he stood over the dazed looking man. "I've never been to England, so why not take your creepy, dress wearing ass back to wherever it is you came from?"
"The scar…" Snape said trying to get to his feet and wincing as his back twitched in pain from the shove. "Like lightning… it should be above your right eye," he said motioning toward Harry's bangs. The green eyed boy rolled his eyes and lifted his bangs showing his smooth and scar free head. "But Dumbledore was certain… I must report to him that his latest spell was a dud. I suppose there is nothing for it but to erase your memories… OBLIV."
"Wait," Harry said holding up his hands. "Whoa, slow down there magic guy. I know all about you wand wavers," he said pointing to the stick in the man's hand. "I can do magic, just not like that, I got a whole book on your culture. I admit I'm not that far into it yet, just got it today, but I do have my very own teacher from High School to teach me spells. So you can just tuck your wand back in your robe and go find that Dumb-as-a-door guy and tell him to try looking for your Potter boy again."
"Dumbledore," Snape corrected him only to see the boy shrug his shoulders in indifference. "Very well, I'll report my failure to the Headmaster. For your sake I hope you aren't lying," the man said with an evil sneer before vanishing with a crack that reverberated off the walls.
"Well that's something you don't see every day," a voice said from behind Harry making him whirl around. Two girls stood at the end of the little alleyway Harry had been dragged into by the strange robe wearing man. One was tall with her hair done up in a ponytail and her curves very well outlined in a streamline dress. The blond had her hair down and wore a pink blouse and skirt and looked just as curvy as the first girl. This was just what he needed. Cordelia and Harmony had seen the wizard.
"So, Harry," Cordelia said beckoning him out of the alley to stand in front of her and her pet for no better term. "Welcome to Sunnydale, but I see you've already noticed all the weird stuff that happens here," the Queen C said with a look at Harmony. "Bad things happen to people who claim to have seen things like what just happened. They vanish, so every teenager knows to keep their mouth shut and pretend nothing happened. So just now, we caught you taking a piss in an alleyway if anyone were to ask."
"Thank God, I thought this town was just full of morons," Harry said shaking his head. "Buffy said you two might so up, it's one of the reasons I decided to come along to a place named after third place." He smiled when the two older girls smirked back at him. "What, do I win a prize or something for saying that?"
"You could say that," Harmony said as she walked up to him and took one of his arms and put it around her waist. "We have a system, you start with the Cordettes and work your way up to Cordy," she said motioning to the brown haired girl who stood as regal and beautiful as a goddess. "Don't worry though, it shouldn't be for long, she seems genuinely interested in you, which is weird since you're a freshman. So this is how our group works. Cordy sends us to pick up a guy and 'test drive' them for a few weeks, if they're decent we tell her and she 'steals' them from us."
"That is quite the system," Harry said looking at Harmony's smiling face. "But say when it's all over and it's time me for to move up, and I'm not quite finished with the tester… do I get to keep any benefits from being Queen C's man?" He licked his lips and noticing a blush cross Harmony's face.
"That depends really," Cordelia said as she stepped up to the two and grabbed Harry's other arm and put it around her waist. "Do you think your man enough to satisfy two of us at once? Normally I just have Harmony there do all my work for me. She loves to lap at my pussy like a dog drinking water, but she needs someone as well. I've tried to get Willow to show some back bone so we can invite her into the group, but nothing so far."
"That is a trick question," Harry said with a smirk of his own as he began to walk toward the club with both girls. "If I say yes, I'm an egotistical pig who thinks he's God's gift to women. If I say no, than I come off as some flaccid loser who is intimidated by two lovely girls. So I'll just say I'd do my best to make absolutely sure you both at least hit the big O before me."
"Don't get ahead of yourself, buster," Harmony said as she and Cordelia crisscrossed their arms over Harry's back to hold his waist as well. "Fucking is a long way off, first date all you get, maybe, is some kissing. So don't go thinking we're just a bunch of hoes or anything," she said nodding her head to the beat of the music coming from the club that they could now hear.
"Yeah, you'll be lucky to even get to touch our breasts before at least a week's worth of dates," Cordelia said with a nod. "Now swear to us you won't tell anyone what we told you. Swear it," she said turning to look at the younger boy who nodded his head like crazy and swore not to tell. "Good, maybe tomorrow we'll go by your house before school and get you ready to be seen with us. By the way, nice job on the clothes, most guys can't even dress themselves."
"Actually my mo… yes, I'm very good at dressing myself," Harry said quickly cutting himself off. No need for them to know he has almost zero fashion sense of his very own. If he had left it to himself he would have worn a plaid shirt and blue jeans. Luckily his mom and Buffy had apparently come to his rescue, which he was quiet happy about now.
As they entered the club he could see it was at least brightly lit though some laser lights still flashed as loud music burst out of speakers surrounding a stage and dance floor. Tables and booths lined the walls and a few billiard tables stood haphazardly near a bar. A quick check to make sure that vampire girl hadn't stolen his money later and they each had a drink and sat around a large round table that several of the other Cordettes had held for them.
Buffy's hazel eyes watched them with irritation, a new crucifix hanging around her neck as her eyes once again landed on Harmony. She had just finished giving Willow the 'seize the moment' speech that her mother had once given her and now the sight of that blond… bimbo with her arms around her brother was pissing her off. She didn't even think about the dark stranger that had given her the necklace after she and Harry had parted ways earlier in the night.
"Excuse me Willow," Buffy suddenly said as she got to her feet. "But that whole, seize the moment thing is about to happen," she said with determination. Leaving the wide eyed red head behind the petite blond practically marched to the table where the popular girls and her brother was sitting and came to a stop behind and between Harry and Harmony. "Excuse me, Harry, do you mind if I…?"
Harry nearly jumped before looking back over his shoulder and spotting his sister. "Oh not at all," he said with a smirk and scooted his chair closer to Cordelia as Buffy grabbed another chair and put herself firmly between her brother and the blond girl. Everyone was staring at her in confusion as she just seemed happy to put some distance between the two people. "Um, Buffy… Did you want to talk about something?"
"What," the blond asked looking at her brother in shock as though just realizing he was there. Blushing she cleared her throat. "I was just wondering what a bunch of sophomore girls were going to do with my freshman brother," she said and gave him a big fake smile. Harry raised his eyebrow and was about to say something when he and Buffy both noticed a certain red head leaving the club. "Damn it, I got to go, I'll see you at home," she said kissing Harry on the cheek before grabbing her purse and running after Willow and her new 'friend'.
"Well she's weird," Cordelia said giving Harry a knowing look. He bit his lip, just how much about the weird stuff going on in this town did she know anyway. He knew she wasn't stupid, she couldn't be to practically own the entire school already but he certainly hadn't expected this. "Come on, let's dance," she said grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him out to the dance floor. He gave a worried look at the door Buffy had just raced out of before shaking his head. She would be fine, she had defeated Lothos after all.
Soon all thoughts of his sister were drilled out of his head as he held onto the brunette girls hips as she swayed in front of him, her ass gliding against his stiffening member. He quite liked this dance, he decided as he watched Cordelia bend over in front of him and look back over her shoulder and into his eyes. Smirking he reared back his hand and watched her eyes go wide before he slapped her on her firm tight bottom and watched her jump slightly.
She whirled around and Harry thought he was about to get a tongue lashing from the Queen C when she suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him. Their lips brushed against each others for a long moment before he felt her tongue on his lower lip begging for entrance. Wrapping an arm around her waist and placing his other hand on the back of her head he began to wrestle her tongue for dominance even as they backed up off the dance floor.
As Harry felt his back slam into the wall he broke the kiss to gasp for air and looked at the girl in his arms in stunned disbelief. That was his first kiss and… wow that blew the pants off of anything he had experienced before. The thought of an oriental girl crying under the mistletoe made him think he was crazy. Why think about something like that when the beautiful Miss Chase was practically begging for more. "Holy crap where did that come from" he asked as he struggled to refill his lungs.
"No one has ever spanked me before," Cordelia said running her finger over his jaw and making his skin tingle. "My mom and dad… well they never really have time, and the hired help wouldn't dare strike me like that," she whispered as her yes gazed at him with barely contained lust. "I've thought about what it would be like to be spanked, and I thought it would hurt but that… that was just the most incredible thing I've ever felt."
"Well your ass was the same for me," he said with a smirk as he wrapped both of his arms around her waist. "What say we get out of here and I'll walk you home? We can even get to know each other on the way, and maybe get something to eat." He was trying but he didn't really know what he was doing in this situation. He had 'dated' when he was ten but that didn't really count when both their mothers had been there as well.
"That sounds nice," Cordelia said before the Queen of Sunnydale High grabbed his hand in hers and led him back to the table. Grabbing her purse and drink she smiled at Harmony who gave her the tiniest wink. "We're leaving, this place is dull," she told the others as Harry grabbed his own drink and the two started to walk out into the night. "Well, you graduated from Cordette material pretty fast."
"It's all about the City of Angels," he said with a smirk as he put his arm around her waist once again. "So, why not tell me a little about yourself? What secrets does the Queen C feel she can divulge to the lowly pauper from faraway lands," he asked with a smirk as she playfully batted at his shoulder.
"Let me see, my name's Cordelia Chase, I'm the most popular girl in school," she said running through the obvious stuff quickly. "My dad owns a few of the buildings in town but mostly works in Los Angeles though he refuses to take me with him. My mom is sick, has been for years, she gets fatigued easily… but I never have to want for anything. All I have to do is say the word and it's instantly mine."
"Ah, spoiled little girl who gets everything she wants," Harry said nodding his head with a smirk on his face. "Buffy was like that back in the big city. It was clothes this, boys that something about Luke Perry there for a while when she was ten… But, you don't want to hear about her," he said with a smile. "My name is Harry James Summers, Harry for my father Hank and James for Joyce my mother. At least that's how they explained it. I have an older sister Buffy and I detest bullies of any kind. And I'm practicing to be a warlock or something… I don't know, I can do magic sometimes."
"You also have some major strength in those arms," Cordelia said feeling Harry's upper arm with her free hand. "You shoved that guy a good five feet through the air when Harmony and I spotted you. Maybe you're some sort of super hero, sent here too little Sunnydale to deal with all the barbeque fork killers who drain the blood from their victims."
"That would be Buffy actually," Harry said with a little smile. "One girl in the entire world chosen to take out the nasty barbeque fork killers," he smiled, liking this Cordelia much more than the bully Buffy had said she was. "I just tag along from time to time to make snappy comebacks while she's busy kicking ass. I did fry one with lightning once from my hands… but I can't figure out how I did it. Now I just rely on the fact that they can't touch my skin or they'll burn for some reason."
"So, big bad mister L.A. is bait is he," she giggled and led him through the streets to bigger and bigger houses. Finally she stopped outside a large iron gate that stood nearly ten feet tall. "Most people don't realize this neighborhood even exists," she admitted with a smile. "Have a safe trip back to your house and Harmony and I will be there in the morning to help you get dressed." Leaning up she kissed the corner of his lips before disappearing through the gate and began to walk up the driveway to her large house.
With a dazed smile on his face Harry turned around and began to whistle on the long walk home, oblivious to the many dangers surrounding him before he felt someone crash into him. Slamming into the high brick wall surrounding Cordelia's house he looked up and up and up into the face of a massive male vampire who's amber eyes glared down at him with hunger. "The Master wishes to see you," he growled before slamming his fist into the side of Harry's face and knocking the boy unconscious.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took so long. It went through several rewrites before I was happy with it. Some of you will probably complain I'm rushing Harry/Cordelia, and I am, because Buffy season 1 only had 12 episodes, so everything about it was rushed.