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Finding Love	By : angelinasway Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Harry Potter Views: 2601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I also wanted to give an extra special thanks to Spikelissa for her wonderful beta job. You rock Hun!

Chapter 11
It was Tom’s first gig and Buffy couldn’t make it. He sighed sadly as he looked in the mirror. She was on the case of an Inca Mummy that had risen while on display in the Natural History Museum. Tom knew there were going to be many more nights like these, as Giles had firmly pointed out. Her duties took priority over everything else. It was just…Tom wished she didn’t have to miss his first night on stage.
It had been a week and a half since the rescue mission, and in that time, Tom had spent long nights trying to help Spike adapt to a diet of pig’s blood, as well as trying to curb his thirst for violence. Also Tom had spent hours after school practicing with the band and getting prepared for this very gig. Adding on his tutoring and additional sparring sessions and he and Buffy were lucky if they had one minutes alone together in the last week. His nerves were shot and all he wanted to do was see her sweet face wishing him good luck.
Tom splashed his face with cold water dabbing it dry with a paper towel. He looked in the mirror again studying his reflection and noting the changes in his appearance since arriving in Sunnydale.
He didn’t look like the same person. His hair was longer, gelled back the way he preferred. His face was a bit thinner, though he still looked healthy even with dark circles under his eyes. Tom’s eyes wandered lower and he ran a hand over the newly developed muscle that stood out along his chest and abdomen. His arms and legs were now well defined as well, and he wondered absently if Buffy liked this newer version of him, or if she preferred the scrawny boy she had first met.
A knock at the door startled Tom out of his musings, and Oz’s voice drifted in through the bathroom door. “You all right, man?”
Tom grabbed his black shirt from the corner of the sink. He’d finally cooled off enough to put his shirt back on. The band was due to take the stage, and Tom’s shot nerves had eased a bit. If he didn’t think about the crowd he was about to sing in front of, he would do just fine, or at least he hoped so!
He stepped out of the bathroom greeting Oz with a shaky smile, but Jimmy was the one who spoke. “Everyone gets nervous their first time out. Try picturing everyone in their underwear. That’s what always helps me.” Jimmy snorted, “Especially when it’s Cordelia Chase. Man, I could ride that all night.”
Tom grimaced, swallowing hard. His one and only comfort was that he knew Spike and the Scoobies would be there for moral support. Though he doubted Xander would be paying much attention. His friend had found a new love interest. Unfortunately, that meant Willow had been rather depressed this week, but at least he knew she would be there offering her silent support.
Ampata was a foreign exchange student who was staying with Buffy, and Tom still found himself blowing out a breath of relief that Ampata had ended up being female. Tom wondered if he was being punished by the Powers for his harsh words last week. He had been furious when Buffy told him about the exchange program her mother had signed her up for, especially when he found out about the occupant being male.
She hadn’t said anything when she had first told him about the program, and Tom didn’t find out the gender of the foreign exchange student until Buffy had been speaking to Cordelia about them the day before Ampata was to arrive. He had kept quiet the whole day, not wanting to embarrass Buffy in front of Xander and Willow. His agitation over the situation was building into a raging inferno bordering on obsession, and by the end of school, instead of their usual make-out session behind the stacks of books. Tom had exploded, and accused her of not telling him on purpose. Then he had announced firmly that he forbade her to allow this boy to stay at her house.
As it was in Buffy’s nature, she did not take his accusations or his demands well, and had brought that fact home with a slap to his face. She had then told him never to demand anything of her, and that she could take care of herself. He had in turn said that knowing her luck with men, this man would be psychotic. She had called him an overbearing jealous asshole, and had slapped him a second time for good measure. Then she had stormed out of the library, leaving an infuriatingly amused Giles standing there.
Giles had merely shrugged at Tom, before announcing, “I told you.” Tom had rolled his eyes and cursed before storming out of the library in a huff.
Tom had found Xander in the hall and quickly talked him into accompanying him, so he could rant about the whole incident. Xander being the supportive friend he was, had only fueled Tom’s rage, and he found himself wishing he would contradict his accusations. Xander hadn’t contradicted him. He'd simply sat there listening and nodded when appropriate.
By the time he’d gone to visit Spike, he was ready to throttle Buffy. Surprisingly, Spike had managed to calm Tom enough so he would listen to reason. Spike’s words replayed in his head like a broken record. ‘She’s too innocent to deliberately try to hurt someone, especially her mate. She’s not likely to do that either, well, as far as I can tell, or at least not yet. I’d recon that is something you’d better start figuring out.’
Tom had been confused by his response and had asked Spike to elaborate.
Spike had shrugged before stating, “Her pain doesn’t run as deep as ours. The cuts have only been shallow ones.” Spike had looked at Tom hard, before continuing, “It’s easier to hurt others when you have been hurt by someone you love. Her deepest wounds at this moment are probably her father and mother’s divorce and losing her first Watcher.
At Tom’s surprised look, Spike chuckled, and waved him off, “Something Angelus taught me. Know thy enemy.”
Spike shook his head getting back to the topic. “Anyway, my point is…her pain only started a couple of years ago. Yeah? Ours has been going on all our lives. We…we become numb to it after awhile… that’s when causing pain becomes easy, and…well, trusting others gets real hard. If she ever gets to that point, you may have something to worry about, but until then… put some bleeding trust in her. She’s your bloody mate, for Christ sake. Right now, both of you need each other.”
Tom had reflected on Spike’s words, and realized his error. He was terrified, and because of his fear, he had been subconsciously trying to sabotage their relationship. He was so afraid that when he finally did reveal his true feelings, Buffy would laugh in his face and run off with the first guy who took notice. His heart had, after all, been broken by the people who were supposed to protect and love him the most. It was because of that reason he never really felt truly deserving of others affections. He realized then that if he wanted to keep her, he would have to trust her unconditionally. Except, therein lay the problem, because trust was something he rarely did, if at all.
He had never really placed his trust in anybody. After all the abuse at the hands of his Muggle care takers and peers, how could he possibly bring himself to trust? The caning and humiliations he had been forced to endure while staying at the orphanage as well as the abuse he received at the hands of that retched janitor, was what caused his initial hatred towards Muggles. He had not realized at the time that he was a wizard, but even then he had known he was different from them all.
The only thing that gave his heart a bit of hope was the fact that…here, he didn’t actually feel like the odd man out. He felt like he belonged for the first time in his whole existence, and he really didn’t want to muck that up. Even at Hogwarts he hadn’t felt this accepted and being a Slyterin and a Half-blood had still made him different from the rest.
It was with that realization that he had sought Buffy out and apologized profusely. He had brought her a bundle of roses, he had easily transfigured out of a bundle of sticks that he had gathered on the way to her home, and begged for her forgiveness. She had forgiven him then, with tears in her eyes.
“I…I just don’t understand what I-I’ve done to make you not trust me.” She had whispered in a shaky voice.
He cursed himself for making her cry and pulled her into his arms. It was then that he told her that this was going to be hard for him. That he had never really trusted anyone before, and sometimes he might stick his foot in his mouth and overreact. She had nodded her head tightening her hold on him to show she understood, but had made him promise to hear her explanation before he jumped to conclusions again.
Tom had agreed then and thanked his lucky stars for Buffy appearance into his life. To his relief, Ampata turned out to be female. Unfortunately, that had been the last time Buffy and Tom had a moment alone together. And now he was about to go on stage with the band. He really wished she was here to share this moment with him. He sighed longingly.
Micah’s hand on his shoulder startled Tom out of his thoughts, and he looked into the blue eyes of his drummer, “You’re going to do fine… just don’t psych yourself out.”
Tom nodded swallowing hard before he determinedly walked on stage. The line-up was simple: one cover song by ‘Local H’, three songs that Oz had written, and the first song that Tom had written for ‘Dingo’s Ate My Baby’. He had a few more in the works, but they weren’t quite ready to perform yet. Dante the keyboardist wouldn’t be on stage until Tom’s song, because he was only helping the band out until they found a replacement.
Dante didn’t just play the keyboard. Apparently, he was an incredibly talented DJ. Oz said he played these huge dance parties called Raves in places like Los Angeles and as far north as San Francisco. Dante was only nineteen, but his family was incredibly wealthy and allowed their son as much creative freedom as he wanted.
Tom shook his head, dispelling the jealousy he always felt towards people who seemed to have the perfect life. He stepped up to the mic and waited for the first note before he even focused on the crowd. Time seemed to pass by in slow-motion, and he found himself counting the scuff marks on the stage. He finally heard the beginning of ‘Bound for the Floor’. Tom waited for his queue, shut his eyes, and started to sing.

Buffy was beyond pissed. Not only was she missing Tom’s first performance, but turns out, Ampata was the reason behind the missage. She didn’t like disappointing Tom, especially after he had given her and Giles that kicked-puppy look when Giles had told her the Mummy thing was more important.
“I should have guessed,” Buffy growled. “Remember? Ampata wanted us to hide the seal.”
Giles nodded. “And then she wanted us to destroy it, because… Wait.”
A long silent beat past, before Buffy frowned in annoyance. “Waiting.”
Giles cleared his throat coming back to himself and saying. “We already know the seal was used to contain the Mummy.”
Buffy looked up as the pieces began to click into place. “What? You mean like, if breaking the seal freed her…”
“Reassembling it will trap her,” Giles finished as he hit the brakes and pulled over to the curb. “I’ll go to the museum. Piece together the fragments there.”
Buffy stood and exited the car turning back to face Giles, “I’ll stop mummy dearest, before she gives Xander the kiss of death.”
Before Buffy could close the car door Giles looked at her lovingly and whispered “Be careful.”
Buffy smiled faintly at her Watcher, “Hey,” she shrugged. "It’s me.” Then firmly shut the passenger door.
Giles sighed. “That’s what I’m worried about.”

They were on the third song, and so far everything was going smashingly. Tom could hear his Uncle clapping loudly and threatening anyone not paying attention. His eyes strayed to where Oz was playing guitar and noticed him staring intently into the crowd.
Oz looked up a slight smile on his face and stepped up to Tom. “Who is that?”
Tom tried to follow his gaze, but couldn’t quite tell who he was referring to, “Who?”
Oz indicated the direction with his chin, “The Eskimo.”
Tom grinned when his eyes locked on Willow, but he didn’t have a chance to answer before the next verse of the song came up. There would certainly be some introductions to be had tonight, if the look in Oz’s eyes was telling at all. The redhead seemed absolutely riveted.
They both noticed Dante enter the club, followed by an out of breath Buffy. Her eyes immediately locked on his, and his heart jumped. She had made it.
It wasn’t until Tom noticed the seriousness of her expression that he realized she was on the hunt. The song finished as he watched her run over to Willow. He quickly announced they were taking a quick intermission so that Dante could set up, and he hopped off the stage to see what the trouble was.
Oz followed him over to Tom’s girlfriend and the girl of his dreams, when he suddenly overheard something that couldn’t be right.
“It’s Ampata. She’s the Mummy.” Buffy exclaimed.
Willow stood there looking at Tom and Buffy wide eyed. “Oh,” was all she could manage.
Oz walked up to Tom with both eyebrows raised, but he didn’t comment on their choice of topic. “Hey, Are you gonna introduce me to your friend?”
Tom turned around in surprise, and he felt Buffy stiffen beside him. “Um… um…well of course. Oz this is Willow.”
Willow looked at Oz in surprise, blinking as an adorable blush rose to her cheeks. “Oh…um…um…hey,” she squeaked.
Buffy looked at the couple staring at each other and noting the immediate chemistry. She had to suppress her smile. “So me and…and Tom will just go…um do that.”
Tom shook himself. “Right, I saw Xander go this way.” He grabbed Buffy’s hand leading her towards the back and leaving Oz and Willow to get to know one another.
Spike saw the commotion and quickly followed them. “What’s going on?”

Oz looked at the shy Eskimo in front of him, and a soft smile appeared on his face. “So,” He said, rubbing the back of his head. “Mummy’s…huh?”
Willow blinked a few more times her blush deepening, “Huh…Oh…Oh no. It’s just…well… um…Xander’s mom is really overprotective…and…and he’s going to be in really big trouble if she finds out, he went to the dance.” She blew out a breath and looked at her feet. She hoped the lie was enough.
Her only response was a raised eyebrow and a quirk of the redhead’s lips. “Well, I was going to ask, if you wanted to go to a party with me, but I’m kinda nervous about asking.”
Willow’s head shot up in surprise and she was too stunned to speak. Her mouth fell open and then shut again as her face became tomato red. “You mean like, with…” She swallowed, “with me?”
Oz’s smile grew at how adorable she was, “Well, yah. Dates usually consist of more than one person.”
Okay, she was sure she looked like a beat red Eskimo now, and she really wished she had gone with an outfit that breathed easier, because she was suddenly stifling hot. “When?” She squeaked, wanting to slap herself. ‘Stupid voice, never works right when I want it to.’
Oz’s eyes lit up at the question, and he grinned, “Tonight, after the dance.”
“Oh…well…I-I’m not sure. Um…it’s just…” Suddenly a picture of Xander and Ampata dancing came into her mind, and she made a decision. It was clear Xander would never see her as anything other than a friend, and she was sick and tired of waiting around for him. Her eyes flashed with determination, and she met Oz’s eyes smiling. “You know what? Yah, I think I will.”
He beamed at her. “Great!”
Suddenly, Buffy was there with Tom, A sickly pale Xander, and Spike. “Come on Will. We need to get to the museum. She’s going after Giles.”
Willow turned back to Oz, “If I don’t make it back in time…”
“Tom will know where it is.” He finished.
Willow blushed, nodding and turned towards Buffy. She watched Tom kissing Buffy fiercely, whispering something that made her eyes sparkle. Tom quickly turned to Spike. “Take care of her.”
Spike smiled and with a stiff nod, led the girls, and Xander out, as Tom and Oz watched them go.

They were all gathered at Dante’s after the dance and the Mummy incident. Buffy looked around smiling happily when she spotted Willow talking excitedly to Oz. “They’re really cute.” Buffy noted absently. It was a shame Xander couldn’t make it, but Buffy hadn’t blamed him. He had wanted to be alone after Ampata’s big reveal.
Tom smiled affectionately at his girlfriend and handed her a glass of punch. “Yes they are.” He said, sitting on the couch next to her.
Buffy took a sip and dam near spit it out. “Tom, this is alcoholic.”
He looked at her biting his bottom lip and smirking. “Is it?’
Tom’s eyes were glassy and Buffy got the sudden feeling Tom already knew that the drink had alcohol in it. She smiled inwardly. “I hope you’re not trying to take advantage of me, Mr. Riddle.” Buffy whispered flirtatiously.
His smirk turned into a grin at her response, “I wouldn’t dream of it, love.”
“You are so evil.” Buffy grinned back.
“Not really. I just thought I might make good on my promise from two weeks ago, considering we haven’t had a chance to explore it further.” Tom leaned into her while running his fingers along her inner thigh. His warm breath caressing her face.
It had seemed like forever since they had flirted like this. After last week’s explosion, Buffy had been at wits end. They had barely seen each other, and it almost felt as if he was purposely trying to avoid her. She knew she was being paranoid and that Tom had just been incredibly busy, but she couldn’t help being scared. After their fight, Buffy had come to a realization. She was terrified that he would leave her, and that lead to her next conclusion. Buffy was head-over-heels in love with him.
Back in LA at Hemery High, a friend of hers once told her about the infamous make-up sex she had with her boyfriend. At the time, the term had seemed ridiculous, but after this week’s distance, she understood the term perfectly. Right now, she needed to connect to Tom physically, and she could tell just by the look in his eyes, he needed it too. They wouldn’t actually have sex, of course. But if that amazing night in the cemetery had taught her anything, it was that you didn’t necessarily need to go that far…yet.
Buffy’s eyes twinkled mischievously and she pouted. She brought her face closer to his, mimicking his actions by running a finger along the inseam of his jeans, purposely missing the growing bulge in his pants. She looked at him bashfully and batted her eyelashes. “I thought it was my turn to play. After all, I did miss your performance.”
Tom groaned as quietly as he could, not wanting to draw anyone’s attention. His mouth fell open and he hissed like a snake, before whispering, “You shouldn’t tease snakes. They might bite you.”
“Maybe I like being bitten.” Buffy countered, smiling as she watched Tom loose total control.
Tom stood up yanking her with him, and literally drug her up the stairs leading to the bedrooms. He found the first empty bedroom he could find and slammed and locked the door. Before Buffy even realized what was happening, Tom whirled her around and smashed his lips into hers. She giggled against his lips as she ran her fingers through his soft hair.
Tom spun Buffy around a second time, walking her to the bed. “When’s your mum expecting you home?”
Buffy smiled up at Tom wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on her toes so she could kiss his chin. “She’s not. I’m staying at Willow’s tonight.”
His eyes darkened and he smiled. “Are you now?”
“Maybe, unless you have a better idea,” Buffy whispered, slowly running her hands down the length of his chest to the buttons of his pants.
Tom stepped back shuddering from the loss of contact and shaking his head. “I want to see you first. Take off your skirt.”
Buffy turned around her fingers moving to the clasp on her skirt and then slowly dragged the material down her legs, revealing a pair of black-lace panties she had picked out with him in mind. She heard Tom’s moan of approval and heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. Buffy slowly turned back around and blushed deeply at what she was seeing.
Tom couldn’t help grabbing his erection through his boxers. She had the most perfect arse he had ever seen. Not that he had seen many, or any at all, for that matter, but Tom knew no one else could possibly compare. At Buffy’s blush, he grinned. “Look at what you do to me, Buffy.”
He ran his fingers over his cotton covered shaft, watching entranced as Buffy licked her lips and gasped. She was mesmerized by the movement and Tom bit his lip, suppressing a groan. “Do you like to watch?”
Buffy whimpered biting her own lip, her eyes darkening as she watched him. Tom was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Buffy wasn’t really one to judge the girth of a man, but Tom seemed very impressive, and she wanted to lick him from head to toe. “Do you need help?” She whispered, coming towards him.
Tom shook his head, hungrily running his eyes over her leg and panties. “Lay down.” He commanded.
Buffy let out a moan, running her hand down her camisole and snapping the elastic in her underwear. “Are you sure,” she whispered, even as her bravado began to fade, and she began to feel like her virginal self.
Tom smirked as he watched her. He wondered how she seemed like a sex goddess and a virgin at the same time. “Lay down.” He said again, his smile spreading as she obeyed him.
He moved forward and grabbed a heeled foot. Tom undid the straps, letting the shoe drop to the floor. He kissed the tip of her manicured dainty toes, dragging his mouth along her foot until he reached her ankle, where he bit her gently. He crawled up slowly breathing hard wanting more than anything to take her. His tongue and kisses were sin against her inner calf. He gazed up watching her close her eyes letting out a breathy moan. Her perfect lips forming an O. He grinned against her calf moving up nipping her as he went until he reached her inner knee.

Tom bit hard, making Buffy cry out, and he watched in utter fascination as her pelvis rolled and jerked, her back arching like a serpent up off the bed. His erection, at this point, was a living, breathing nightmare from just the vision of her like this. He wanted nothing more than to make the prophecy permanent, but Tom ignored his needs, knowing it would be a violation if he took her now.
‘Not yet, but very soon,’ he thought. His eyes rolled up at the visual as he continued his slow path up her inner thigh. He groaned as she opened her leg just a bit wider than he had been holding it.
Buffy was on fire. It felt like Tom was worshiping every inch of her skin, and she couldn’t get enough. She felt his lips move up her thigh, coming closer to her aching need. She about died when he purposely bypassed her panties and began giving the same treatment to her other thigh.
She bit her lip trying to stop the scream that was bubbling in her throat. If she had thought his fingers were talented, it was nothing compared to his mouth. Buffy’s finger clutched the floral comforter as she writhed, trying to bring him a little closer to her throbbing sex.
“You smell like jasmine.” Tom whispered, his face getting closer to her center. He groaned finally giving into his desire to bury his nose in the soaking fabric of Buffy’s panties.
Buffy couldn’t take her eyes off him as she watched him tongue her through the fabric of her underwear. “Oh god,” Buffy moaned at the sight of him.
Her breath caught as he hooked a finger under the waist band of her panties and slowly dragged them down her legs. She went stiff as a board in that moment and her eyes slammed shut. Suddenly, she was very self conscious about her state of undress, and she fisted the comforter to keep from covering herself.
She heard Tom gasp and immediately panicked. Her eyes flew open as she looked around for something to cover up with. That was until she saw his eyes. They were glued to her sex, but what got her was the look of complete wonder he had on his face.
“I-I’ve never actually seen one.” He breathed, running a long finger along her slit and meeting her eyes. “You’re bloody beautiful.”
Buffy blushed at the compliment, shaking her head in denial. “No I’m not.” She stated looking away.
He raised an eyebrow, using his hands to spread her thighs further apart. “If I say you are, then you bloody well are.” Tom said breathless.
Buffy didn’t have a chance to respond, because the next instant Tom had bent down and licked a long path up her slit. Tom groaned focusing on the bundle of nerves he had discovered in the cemetery.
Buffy’s head flew back in surprise, and she cried out, both of her hands threading through Tom’s dark hair. He moaned in approval and the vibration had goose bumps erupting all over her body. “Oh my god!”
Tom used his left hand to spread her open further and rubbed his thumb along her entrance. “Sweet Merlin, you’re so wet here.” He moaned. “Is that from me? Did I make you do that?”
“Yessssss,” She hissed, her hips jerking against his exploring digits.
Tom smirked at her reaction, slowly moving his thumb up to her clit. She jerked again, but when she felt his tongue circle her entrance her entire body twitched with the impending threat of an orgasm. Tom dove his tongue deep inside her, encouraging her release.
He drank her nectar greedily and fucked her with his tongue, moving faster on every stroke. His thumb worked her clit as she clawed at the comforter. Buffy’s head was thrown back her mouth was open. Her face was a picture of pure ecstasy. Tom had never seen anything so magnificent in his life.
She could feel it building, like a coiling string in her stomach and when the orgasm hit, she clamped her legs down hard around Tom’s head, “Oh fuck.” She screamed, writhing hard against his face.
Tom wouldn’t ever get enough of watching her in the throes of passion. He had never been with another woman, but he was sure they certainly would not respond to his ministrations with such enthusiasm.
Tom groaned, pulling reluctantly away from her. He smiled softly at her closed eyes and goofy smile, crawling up her sated form. He kissed her gently. “I love you.” He whispered.
He froze when he felt Buffy go rigid, and he realized he had spoken out loud.
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