Disclaimer: whoa! Not that smart to make up this stuff!!

AN---pick a season, any season (preferably 5 or 6) of BTVS. I don’t care, this is off canon completely.


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Buffy looked up from her magazine at the sound of the door knob turning. She put the magazine down and stood up, putting herself into fighting stance. Rocking slightly on the balls of her heels, she got ready to attack whoever came through her door.

The door swung open, and she pushed herself off of her feet and leapt at the intruder.

“Oof!” Spike grunted upon impact. The two rolled on the floor for a bit before they came to a stop with Buffy straddling his hips, her nose inches away from his.

“Well,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Not exactly a hug and a kiss, but I’ll take what I can.”

She rolled her eyes, placing her hands on either side of his head and pushing herself up to a sitting position. “Meh,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him briefly. “Your fault.”

“How is you launching yourself through the air and at me, my fault?”

“Because,” she said, rising to her knees. “It just is.”

“Oh that’s wonderful,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Let’s blame Spike for doing nothing.”

“Well,” Buffy shrugged, standing up. “I’ve done it before. It isn’t new.” She put her hand out for him, and he clasped it in his own. She pulled him up, and straightened his duster lapels. Brushing imaginary lint off of the shoulders, she said, “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“What?” he said, grabbing her hands in his. “Now I need a REASON to come see my girl?”

She smiled slightly, but was determined not to let him see it. “Since when am I ‘your girl’?”

He pushed the small tendril of hair that had escaped behind her ear, and then ran his fingers over the healing bites on her neck before tapping them lightly. “Since you agreed to these.” He grabbed her left hand and lifted it to the right side of his neck, brushing her soft fingers over the marks on the side. “And since you gave me these.”

She pouted, drawing her hand away. “Poophead.”

“‘Poophead’? Oh, wonderful, she’s regressed to second grade.”

“Shut up,” she said, smile breaking free. She grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch. He sat down, spreading his arms out, and she slipped into his lap.

“So,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around her middle and kissing the side of her neck. “What are we doing tonight?”

“Well,” she said, bringing her arm up and around, clasping it to the back of his head. “Dawn, Connor, Willow and Oz are all here, and Xander and Anya are having a romantic dinner. We thought that the rest of us would stay home and watch some old movies.”

“How is wolf-boy, anyway?”

Willow and Tara had still been together nine months ago when Oz had shown up on the doorstep, wanting to be a Scooby again. Apparently, Willow had some repressed feelings for the werewolf, since two days after his return, Tara had stumbled upon the two redheads locked in a passionate embrace. Willow had apologized to Tara, saying that she loved her and was so sorry that she had to hurt her, but she was still IN love with Oz.

Tara had packed all of her belongings up and moved to a quiet town in Iowa, where she met and fell in love with Sarah, a psychic.

Willow and Oz had had a rocky start, but wound up being happily engaged.

“He’s fine,” Buffy said, turning her head around. “Waiting for Willow to stop squealing over bridal magazines. Dawn and Connor are in the kitchen playing ‘Speed’, and I’m here in the arms of my wonderful boyfriend.”

He growled lightly against her skin. “Hmm, boyfriend. Rather like the sound of that.”

She turned to face forward. “I knew you would.”

At that moment, Dawn and Connor entered the room. “Spike!” Connor greeted, walking over to the vampire. His hand came up to give a handshake/high five to the blond. “Finally, some male company.”

“Where’s Oz, then?”

The answer came when Willow and Oz came down the stairs, both of their mouths smudged with lipstick. “Sorry,” Willow said. “We were a little-”

“Pre-occupied?” Spike finished, a smirk falling across his face.

“Spike,” Buff said, slapping him lightly across the chest. “Behave.” She turned to her friends. “So you guys, what are we-” she stopped at the sound of knocking on her door. “Who could that be?”

She climbed off of Spike’s lap and walked to the door, pulling it open. Two cloaked people stood on her doorstep, shadows from their hoods covering their faces.

“Sorry for disrupting you,” Cloaky #1 said in a British accent. “But are you Buffy Summers?”

“I am,” she said, tensing slightly. Spike came to stand behind her and demanded, “Who wants to know?”

“Sorry for coming to you like this,” Cloaky #2 said, also speaking with the accent. “But it’s necessary.”

“You see,” #1 said, pushing his hood back to reveal white blond hair and striking grey eyes. “My classmate and I are in the fight of our time, and we heard that you deal with this a lot.”

“Your classmate?”

“That would be me,” #2 said, pushing his hood back as well. Buffy’s eyes widened as she took in the messy black hair, bright green eyes hidden behind glasses, and the lightning scar. “I’m Harry Potter.”

“And I’m Draco Malfoy,” said the blond. “And we…we need your help.”

---

Buffy opened her top drawer, pulling out all of her shirts. She crossed the room and over to her bed, placing the garments in the open suitcase. Next to her, Spike was arranging the clothes she had for him in her room, inside of his suitcase.

“Ducks,” he said, folding a pair of black jeans. “Why the hell are we doing this?”

Buffy leaned her hands on the dresser, shutting her eyes. “Because. We’re supposed help people.”

“Yeah,” Spike said, placing the jeans in the bag, picking up a shirt and raising an eyebrow at her as he began to fold it. “People. As in real people. Not fictional characters from a bloody BOOK that show up on our doorstep!”

“We’ve dealt with stranger things.”

“Really?”

“Yes, remember the hefflelump? And the woozle?”

Spike paused, remembering the cute and cuddly demons that had come out of the Pooh Bear book. “Oh yeah…”

“Well, this is going to be like that.”

“Luv,” he said, laughing. “I don’t think Scar head and Platinum boy expect us to lure them into another dimension with peanut butter.”

She turned around to glare at him before saying, “One: who are you calling ‘Platinum Boy’? Two: this is serious. There’s a mega-wizard out there somewhere, gunning for these two boys and their friends. This isn’t a time to joke.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, and she rolled her eyes. “Ok, so maybe a little joking.”

He walked over to her and kissed her on the head. “Knew there was a reason I loved you.”

---

“Potter,” said Draco, rubbing his eyes. “What are we doing here?”

“Getting help, you git,” Harry said, glaring at the blond. “Why?”

“Because, she’s shorter than the mini Weasalette! And she looks like a bloody weak chit.”

“Yes, but she’s the SLAYER, Malfoy! She deals with this kind of thing all the time!”

“Really? Then if she’s such a great warrior and defeats all kinds of demons and vampires, why does she have one living with her?”

“Maybe…he’s like you.”

“Like me?” Draco scoffed. “I know he has the same colored hair, but mine’s natural.”

“Not that, you poof. What I meant was, maybe he’s switched sides. Maybe he’s fighting for the greater good, like you are now.”

Draco smiled, his grey eyes sparkling lightly. “Yeah. The greater good.”

They looked up as the door swung open and a brunet and a blonde walked into the house.

“Anya,” said the male. “We can’t just not leave a tip for the waiter?”

“Why not?” demanded the blonde. “It would save money for you, which in turn saves money for me. It’s all very sensible. And don’t argue about money with me in front of strangers!”

“What?” he said, and she pointed towards Harry and Draco. The man jumped and pointed a shaky finger at them. “Holy frijoles! Anya, do you see what I do?”

“You mean the two strange boys in the living room? Then yes, I do, Xander.”

They all looked towards the stairs as Buffy came bounding down them. She looked up at Xander and Anya and said, “Hey guys,” before walking into the kitchen. When she came back out with a bag of blood, she said, “Harry, Draco, we’ll be another forty-five minutes, okay? We just need to finish packing. So do Xander and Anya.” As her foot hit the top step, she paused and turned around. “Oh yeah. Xander, Anya, this is Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Draco, Harry, this is Xander Harris and Anya…Anya, what’s your last name?”

“Oh, you can’t pronounce the original,” said the blonde brightly. “But when the stupid watcher men came, I decided it was Jenkins.”

“Right, well, this is Anya Jenkins.”

As she walked up the stairs, Xander rubbed his hands together. “So…Harry Potter, huh?”

“Yes.”

“And Draco Malfoy.”

“Yeah.”

Xander was quiet for a few more seconds before saying, “Well, I think being friends with Buffy just made my life a whole lot weirder.”

Anya patted his arm. “It was pretty weird before, sweetie.”

---

“Connor?” Dawn said, the phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder. “What do you think we’re going to have to do?”

“I don’t know,” her boyfriend replied. “They told Buffy, right?”

“Yeah, but…” she sighed, putting the shirt in the suitcase. “I want to know what my family’s getting itself into.”

“Hey! I’m not your family!”

“Fine, my family and my boyfriend. Happy?”

“Yeah. So,” he said, and she could tell he was trying to sound casual. “That Draco…he remind you of someone?”

“Does that someone bleach his hair, is British and also very hot?”

“Yeah, do you…wait, you think he’s hot?”

Dawn laughed. “Yes, Connor. And I also secretly have a shrine dedicated to him in my closet,” she teased.

“Better only have one of those about me.”

“You know it.”

---

“So…” Buffy said, tapping her hand nervously against the curb. “We just…stand here?”

“Yes,” said Harry, glancing around. “Mr. Weasley said he would be here around midnight, American time, with the portkey. We gave him exact directions and coordinates, so he should be right about-”

“Here?” finished a male voice.

The group turned around to see a middle aged man, who’s red hair was thinning out. “Harry,” he grinned. “Good to see you.” His smiled softened at the sight of Malfoy. “Hello,” he nodded.

“Arthur,” Draco said. “How’s Molly?”

“She’s doing alright, thank you for asking.” He turned his gaze over to Buffy and his eyes widened before he bustled over to her. “Ms. Summers,” he said, taking her hand in both of his and shaking it firmly. “It’s such an honor to meet you, really. Dumbledore spoke so highly of your reputation.”

“Oh…uh, thanks,” Buffy said, before leaning up to whisper in Spike’s ear, “Dumbledore knows who I am?”

“Guess so.”

“Right,” Mr. Weasley said as he pulled away from Buffy. “I have the portkey in my pocket. It’s rather…odd, but what else can you do?”

Buffy raised an eyebrow at Spike as Mr. Weasley produced a long, wooden kitchen spoon from his robes. “What are we supposed to do with that?”

The man held it out in front of him, and said, “All of you touch it, and you’ll see.”

The Scoobies slowly approached the spoon, and each tentatively put a finger on the spoon. “What happens now?” Spike asked.

Mr. Weasley yelled, “ACTIVATE!”

And then everything started to spin.



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i couldn't resist a harry potter/buffy crossover! so sue me

***
I've been searching for a reason
And I'm running out of time
***

Buffy shut her eyes tight as the world spun around her, blurring the scenery and making her nauseous. Her arm shot out and grabbed onto the first thing it felt, which happened to be Spike’s arm. Her manicured fingers dug into his leather clad arm, gripping it in her desperation to have something to hold onto.

And suddenly, they hit the ground with a staggering force. Buffy stumbled for a second before falling backwards, bringing Spike with her. They each landed on their rear ends and moaned, before sitting up and looking around. Most everyone was on the ground; all the Scoobies, yet neither Draco nor Harry nor Mr. Weasley were in the same position as them.

“Hey,” Buffy whined as Spike lifted her to her feet. “Why aren’t you all on your asses?”

“Practice,” Harry explained, brushing imaginary lint off of his cloak.

Buffy rolled her eyes, muttering about ‘stupid wizards’, and Dawn began looking around. “Um,” she said, looking at them with wide eyes. “Where…where are we?”

“This?” Mr. Weasley asked, gesturing around them. “This is the rather infamous, to the wizarding world, Platform 9 ¾. You…can’t really tell, since it is around six in the morning here in England. The sun should be up in a few minutes, and then we’ll be able to board the train.”

They waited the designated time, and then they had to cover their ears when a loud, shrill whistle pierced the air. When it was over, Spike removed his hands and started when he noticed that he was, in fact, the sun.

The sun.

And he wasn’t getting crispy-fried.

***
I can feel that it's the season
It's time to make up my mind
***

“Okay, you berks,” Spike said, and Draco and Harry started for him at the word. “What the bloody hell was that noise and have you forgotten that I’m a vampire, complete with the enhanced hearing? And two, why the hell am I in the sunlight?”

“Well, Mr. Bloody,” Mr. Weasley said, still holding onto the struggling boys. “In answer to your first question, that whistle was the single that we are allowed to begin to board the Hogwarts Express, and no, we have not forgotten of your…condition. And as to your second question, it is merely a spell that Albus had placed on you; it lasts as long as you wish it to, only fading once you say the counter-spell. Now.” He turned around and released the boys, who righted themselves and smoothed down their robes and cloaks. “Let’s board now, before it’s too late.”

---

Buffy sat on the train, gazing out of the window at the station, watching as multiple students bid their families good-bye and boarded the train.


***
And I can't really tell you what I'm going to do
There are so many thoughts in my head
***

“Hullo,” she heard from next to her. She turned her head and met with the steel, guarded eyes of Draco. “What’re you lookin’ at?”

She turned and looked out the window again. “All the people. I never realized how many people there were in the world who are so different, but so like us. I mean, look at you.”

“What about me?”

She shrugged, still not looking at him. “Well, from what I know, you’re one of the most popular people at your school; you’re rich, handsome, but…you also care. Y’know, about others. Why else would you come with Harry to get me? You have to care in order to risk it.”

He turned to stare out the window, and she saw him smile slightly out of the corner of her eye. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I damn well care.”

Their staring was interrupted when the compartment door slid open, revealing two tall, gangly red heads and one bushy-haired girl.

The bushy-haired girl’s eyes narrowed when they came to rest on Draco. “Oh, bloody great. Malfoy’s here. Shouldn’t you be in the Head compartment?”

The blond raised an infuriating eyebrow at her. “First off, Granger, shouldn’t you? Secondly, this is the Head Boy and Head Girl compartment.”

“What?” she said, frowning. “Then why are there…” Her eyes widened and she became excited. “You…you found them?” she asked, her eyes shining. “You actually found the Slayer?”

“Uh,” Buffy said, looking between them. “How come everyone knows who I am?”

“Wow,” said the male red head, crossing over to her and stuck out his hand. “Ron Weasley, and this is my sister, Ginny Weasley.” She placed her hand in his and shook it, smiling to herself when she noticed his eyes roved over her form in appreciation. “So…you’re Buffy?”

“Buffy…yes, Buffy is me. I am Buffy, Slayer of evil.” She smiled brightly at him, taking her hand away and holding it out to the slightly enraged vampire standing in the corner. “And this is my boyfriend, Spike.”

The bleached blond crossed the small space that separated him from his mate, and took her into his arms and nuzzled her neck, all the while glaring at the boy who dared to challenge his claim.

“Ron,” chastised Ginny, slapping his chest. “Stop ogling the Slayer, or she’ll kick your ass.” From the growl that she head emanating from the vampire’s chest, she corrected herself. “Actually, I think the vampire will kick your ass.”

“Vampire?” Ron asked, eyes going wide. He backed away, hands raised in defense. “Hey, mate, ‘m sorry about…yeah.” He took a seat on the far side of the compartment, dutifully not looking in their direction.

Ginny, on the other hand, sat down next to Harry, who immediately wrapped the sixth year up in his arms.

***
There are two roads to walk down
And one road to choose
***

Hermione and Draco, on the other hand, took to separate sides of the compartment, and spent the entire train ride glaring at each other.

After the first few times this occurred, Spike whispered in Buffy’s ear, “What do you want to bet that they end up together?”

“No bet,” she whispered back. “they’re just like us, only they have wands…and my analogy sucks.” She pouted for a moment before saying, “Anyway, they definitely are going to end up together, all that UST…”

His arms tightened around her for a minute as she drifted off, her head laying on his chest.

---

When they were woken up several hours later, they were informed that they were, indeed, at the station, ready to get off the train and travel up to Hogwarts.

And as they stepped off the train, Spike and Buffy’s enhanced vision allowed them to see the silhouette of the castle in the distance, and Buffy’s eyes widened. “Holy shit,” was all she could say before her view was blocked by someone stepping in front of her.

She looked up…up….up…up…holy crap, was this guy for real?

At least ten feet tall, he had a thick, bushy bear that was tangled and curly. A weary face was hidden behind the coarse hair, and the only thing that took all alarm of his appearance right out of Buffy’s mind were the kind twinkling eyes that were placed high above her.

“’allo, there!” he said, bending down to see her properly. “Would ‘ou be Buffy Summers?”

A small squeak was torn out of her throat and she nodded, slightly frightened of this kindred spirit.

“Rubeus Hagrid,” he stated, holding out one massive hand to her. Her small one was immediately engulfed by both of his as he shook her hand. “’ve got orders from Dumbledore. ‘e says ‘m to take ya up to ‘ogwarts with the Firs’ Years. Come along this way.” He turned and walked away, leaving the Scoobies to follow him.

“Jesus,” Buffy whispered to Spike. “He’s tall!”

“Yeah,” Spike said, staring after the half-giant. “That’s kind of…scary.”

Buffy nodded, adjusting her bag before they set off towards the castle.


***
So I'm thinking over the things that you've said
I'm thinking over the things
***

TBC…

Hermione glared at Draco from inside the Head Boy and Head Girl carriage as they headed up to the castle. She had been doing this for the past ten minutes, and it was starting to agitate him.

"Granger," he snapped, whipping his head around from where he had been looking out the window. "Would you bloody well stop that?"

"Stop what, Malfoy?" she retorted, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Your bloody glaring." He sighed, as if a huge burden had been placed on his shoulders. "You were doing it the entire train ride too, and you made the Slayer and her pet vampire stare at us."

"I wouldn't call him a 'pet', Draco," Hermione said, a wistful look entering her eyes as she thought of the sexy vampire. "Did you see his hair? And those eyes..." She sighd, resting her chin in her palm. "But, from the way he reacted to Ron, I have no choice but to think that he's utterly devoted to Buffy. I could never get someone like him."

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unused to talking this much to Granger. "That's...that's not true," he started. "You could have anyone you damn well wanted." He paused, reconsidering the affect his words might have on the bushy haired Gryffindor. "Just...not him."

The hope that had ignited in her eyes at his words, fadede at his closing statement, and a scowl settled over her features, disbelief evident on her face.

"I-I mean it," he persisted, and was frankly astounded to find that he did. "You're...for a muggle-born, I mean...bloody gorgeous."

She blushed from the compliment, and they were each silent for a few minutes before...

"I still hate you, you know."

"Likewise, Malfoy."

---

Meanwhile, out on the lake, Buffy clutched the edges of the boat, eyes shiut tight as she chanted to herself, "I'm not near the water, I'm not near the water, I'm not near the water." She cracked one eye open and it immediately swiveled downwards before she shut it again and launched herself at Spike, this time rambling, "Oh, god, I'm near the water, I'm near the water, I'M GOING TO DIE!"

Spike rubbed her back reassuringly, aware of the odd stares he was getting from the multiple eleven year olds near by. Resisting the urge to slip into game face, he said, "She drowned when she was sixteen, you ponces. Leave her the bleedin' hell alone!" They immediately began to ignore the agitated vampire and his panicked Slayer, but still whispered about them as the boats continued to surge against the small waves in the water.

---

Dawn heard Spike's yelling and couldn't help but sigh as she leaned against Connor, thankful that her boyfriend was a short tempered...well, vampire.

Which wasn't that hard to imagine, since he wasn't a vampire.

Well, his dad was...which made this whole situation awkward; dating her sister's ex-boyfriend's son.

She crinkled her nose up and buried her face into his chest as he rubbed her back in reassuring circles, trying to block out the sounds of Xander and Anya kissing and Oz's growling.

---

The minute they had been in teh one hundred mile radius of the school, Oz's wolf radar had gone off, alerting him to the presence of yet another werewolf.

Sensing both that it was a male and a possible threat to his claim, he had begun to growl softly, the volume rising with every foot they got closer.

Willow was now trying to calm his wolf down, rubbing his forehead and soothing him softly, letting him know that she was the only one for him.

---

Xander and Anya...well, they were currently involved in some serious kissing, so let's not disturb them.

---

"I'm near the water, I'm near the water, I'm gonna drown, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die..."

---

"Hey Harry, how do you th...GET YOUR BLOODY HANDS OUT OF GINNY'S ROBES!"

---

"So..." Hermione said, scratching her nose with one rose colored fingernail. . "What do you think of Buffy's troupe is doing with Hagrid?"

Malfoy snorted, not looking at her. "Probably afraid he's going to eat them. Or, in the Slayer's case, squash her since he's so big."

"Draco!" she gasped, horrified.

"What? You can't tell me that the first time you met him that you weren't afraid of him."

"No," Hermione said, her voice faltering. "Just...concerned about his size."

Draco couldn't help it; he burst into laughter and soon Hermione was following.

---

"Uh...luv? We're on land now, can you let go of me?" Spike managed to choke out from the death grip Buffy had on his neck.

"Oh," came the muffled voice from his neck. "Sorry." She stepped away and moved towards the castle, shifting her travel bag up her shoulder. Grabbing his hand in hers and swinging it between them, she asked, "So what do you think this place is like on the inside?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Probably the same as they describe it in the books."

"Oh...that's right...I keep on having trouble remembering that they're characters from a book. They seem so...so... real."

"Yeah," he said, bringing their joined hands up and kissing her knuckles. "Very real."

"Just as real as the sexual tension between Hermione and Draco." She fanned herself lightly/ "Did you see that?"

"Yeah," he murmured, and she didn't hear him. "Bloody well smelt it, too."

---

When they entered the Great Hall, Buffy, Spike, Xander, ANya, Willow and Oz were all greeted with an astounding amount of applause.

"Holy frijoles," Xander said, looking around. "They all...match."

Sure enough, the brightly dressed Scoobies found themselves standing out in a group of hundreds of black clad children, all standing and applauding them, along with a few...oddly dressed adults at the end of the jmassive hall.

And there, in the middle of it all, still standing tall at the age of 157, was Albus Dumbledore.

"Ms. Summers," he said softly when the applause died down and spread his arms out. "Welcome to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

TBC...