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Finding Love	By : angelinasway Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Harry Potter Views: 2603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So I know the whole mating and claiming thing, is a bit over done in the Buffy-verse, but I could care less. I love the idea of Buffy belonging to someone and the mystical aspect of it is too sexy for words. It's something I'm fascinated with and that being said, I will not apologize for putting it in my story.

Special; thanks to Spikelissa for her beta job
Disclaimer: Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter belong to Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling. This story is for entertainment, not for profit.

Chapter 4

Tom was startled awake by the sound of the front door slamming.

“Giles,” he heard Buffy call as she pounded up the stairs.

He groaned turning over and looking at the time. It was 2:25 am. ‘Bloody hell, did she ever sleep?’ He got out of bed, just as he heard Giles say, “Buffy, what on earth?”

“I found three empty graves tonight.” Buffy said in a panic.

Tom stepped out of his bedroom forgetting that he only had his boxers on. He was extremely surprised by the Southern California weather, finding he couldn’t even wear the sweat pants he had bought to bed.

Giles had a half asleep annoyed expression on his face. “Yes, well this is the Hellmouth Buffy. It’s not all that surprising.”

She shook her head, “Not as in, hi, I’m a vampire and just dug my way out, empty. As in someone or something dug them up, empty.”

Tom smirked at Buffy’s antics, she was the most adorable creature he had ever had the pleasure of being around. He leaned against the wall at the bottom of the stairs listening to them.

“Grave robbing, well that’s new. Interesting,” Giles said going into full watcher mode and heading for the stairs.

“I know you meant to say gross and disturbing,” Buffy said wrinkling her nose in disgust as she began to follow him.

“Yes of course. Terrible thing,” Giles said sheepishly. “Must put a stop to it, damn it.” He added feebly, winking at Tom as he passed, causing the boy to grin.

It was then that Buffy noticed Tom standing there, his alabaster skin gleaming in the poorly lit stairway. She blushed crimson at his state of undress, her mind going to all sorts of naughty places. She quickly walked past him and followed Giles into the living room. Buffy cleared her throat before saying, “So… any theory’s why someone would want to dig up these graves.”

“A few,” Giles said, “though it would be helpful if we knew who the person’s were.”

“Meredith Todd, Jane Atkins, and Cathy Ryan,” Buffy responded. “They were young, my age, and they hadn’t been dead long. I don’t recognize their names.”

Tom walked into the living room finally noticing his state of undress. He quickly headed back to his room to grab his forgotten sweatpants. He realized that must be why Buffy was avoiding eye contact with him. He quickly threw his pants on and a plain white shirt before he walked back out.

“Perhaps Willow could use her computer skills to find out more information.” Giles said polishing his glasses and heading to the bookcase.

“I’ll get her on it in the morning.” Buffy said noticing the time, “Or later.”

“Well until then I suggest you go home and get some rest,” Giles said pointedly. “I’ll start the research and hopefully I’ll have more for you to go on by the time Tom heads over to Willow’s.”

“Okay,” Buffy said before turning and heading to the door, “I’ll just um… leave. Goodnight.”

Giles looked at Tom amused and smirked. “She likes you.” He chuckled softly before adding, “If the Watcher’s Council only knew the best way to get their Slayers motivated was to employ young handsome men, we would have had fewer problems over the years.”

“I don’t understand.” Tom said.

Giles laughed. “Buffy would never make an appearance in the middle of the night under normal circumstances, unless she was sure the world was ending. Normally, she would have waited until the morning or even until she saw me at school on Monday.” He shook his head, “No my boy, the only reason for her appearance tonight is you. She wanted to see you, and she used her calling as an excuse to do it.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a distraction.” Tom said feeling like he was being scolded.

“Nonsense,” Giles said chuckling. “I will take whatever, I can get. If having a young man in my home makes her a more reliable Slayer, I have absolutely no problem with that. But if I may be so bold, can I give you a piece of advice?”

“Of course,” Tom said expecting some kind of lecture or reprimand.

“Over the course of the past year I have become rather close to her, not as close as some Watchers, but enough to know that Buffy is rather willful and hard headed. Considering the year you are from and the way a lady was expected to act in those times, don’t expect that from her. If you try to change her or make her into something she’s not, it will never work. You must let her be herself and never under any circumstances try to control her or tell her what to do.”

Giles sighed grabbing a few books off the shelf and coming to sit next to Tom. “Get to know the young woman she is and will become. The Slayer is only a part of her not the whole package, if you only focus on the power she possesses, your relationship will fall apart.”

Tom’s eyes were wide as Giles spoke. The man was actually giving him advice on how to obtain the girl he had been unable to get off his mind since he met. To say he was shocked was an understatement. “You’re not angry,” Tom asked.

Giles smirked at the boy shaking his head. “Far from it, and considering who Buffy was dating before, I am rather thankful that you came along and got her attention. I have no problem with Angel. It’s just, I like to think of Buffy as the daughter I never had. The last thing I want to see is for her to get hurt. Being with Angel, regardless of him having a soul, is dangerous. We don’t know if his soul is permanent. Not to mention the fact that he’s immortal and that would most certainly get in the way. No, my boy, I think you are far more suitable for Buffy.”

Tom smiled as his cheeks became slightly tinged with pink. He didn’t know why but hearing Giles tell him that made him feel privileged. “Thank you.”

Giles smiled, “Now would you like to help me research who or what could possibly be digging up these bodies?”

“Yes, it sounds interesting to say the least.” Tom said as Giles handed him a book on flesh eating demons. He had a feeling this would be a normal occurrence while living here in Sunnydale. At least he would never be bored.

Buffy arrived at Willow’s house earlier than usual. She wanted to have some girl time before Tom arrived. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him, and she needed to talk to someone. When Willow opened the door she was still dressed in her pajamas and bunny slippers.

Buffy grinned at her friend, “Morning.”

“Hey Buffy,” Willow said smiling and heading towards the kitchen. “I’m making chocolate chip pancakes. Want some?”

“Sounds good,” Buffy said following Willow. She sat down at the island in Willow’s kitchen silently for a few minutes before she cleared her throat, “So, what do you think of Tom?”

Willow smiled knowingly, “He seems really nice. I like him.”

“He is a sweetie, huh?” Buffy said smiling dreamily.

Willow giggled at her friend’s expression, “Wow Buffy, I didn’t know you had it that bad.”

“I do not,” Buffy said aghast then smiled sheepishly. “Ok, maybe a little. I don’t know what it is. I just can’t stop thinking about him. He so… god I can’t even explain it. When we were alone he opened up to me in ways that no one ever has, I don’t even think he had let himself be so open and honest before.”

“Is that why you like him so much?” Willow asked while flopping a few pancakes on to a plate for Buffy.

“No, it’s more than that.” Buffy said taking the pancakes from Willow and dowsing them in maple syrup. “It was like when I looked at him, I knew… god this is going to sound so cheesy.” Buffy smiled and blushed taking a bite of her pancakes.

“Oh no you don’t missy. You had better finish that sentence.” Willow said putting on her resolve face.

Buffy couldn’t help but laugh at her friends wide eyed expression when the doorbell rang. She stood to go answer the door when Willow stopped her, “You better tell me tonight.”

Buffy just smiled looking innocent and walked past her. She loved making Willow squirm for details.

When Buffy opened the front door her world completely stopped. Tom was standing there with Giles, but Buffy didn’t even register that her Watcher was there. She was too busy taking in the new Tom. He was standing there in a pair of loose fitting black jeans that hung low on his slender hips. He had a white tee on and a green and silver collared shirt that he left unbuttoned. His jet-black hair was slicked back with gel, and Buffy had to wipe her mouth to make sure she wasn’t drooling.

Tom was having a similar reaction, in that moment he was too stunned for words. She was beauty incarnate in a yellow sundress, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders and shining like gold. Her bronze skin glowed in the morning sun, and Tom couldn’t help but remember how silky it felt under his fingers. She looked like sunshine and in that moment Tom would do anything to be consumed by her warmth.

Giles couldn’t believe what he was seeing; Buffy’s eyes had flashed green and gold when she looked at Tom. The couple in front of him seemed to be oblivious to what had happened, but he saw it as clear as day.

It had been over three centuries since a Slayer had chosen a mate, and though he still had to consult his books to be positive, he was almost sure that was what he had seen. It honestly didn’t surprise him that it would be Buffy. He had just been expecting it to have been a vampire. In all of recorded history of Slayer’s mating, it had always been a vampire. It was one of the reason’s he had been concerned about Buffy’s relationship with Angel.

Giles had done a large amount of research on claiming and Slayer’s mating when he had first discovered Angel’s feelings for Buffy, wanting to be prepared for anything. He had come across a prophecy that back then had not made a bit of sense to him. He couldn’t remember it precisely, but it spoke of time healing all, a dark one being reborn in light, and something about a Slayer mating and the beginning of something called the immortal guardians. His fingers itched to consult his books in that moment, so he cleared his throat getting the teen’s attention.

Buffy blinked coming back to herself. “Sorry,” she mumbled before stepping aside, letting them in. A blush rose to her cheeks when she saw Willow smirking at her.

“I trust you have already informed Willow of your finding last night?” Giles said removing his glasses for a good polishing.

“Um…” Buffy said her cheeks becoming scarlet remembering how sexy Tom had looked in his boxers. “I was getting to that.”

“What happened last night?” Willow asked perking up at the possibility of helping Buffy.

“I found three empty graves. All of them looked as if they had been dug up and the bodies removed.”

“Do you think it was vamps?” Willow asked.

“No,” Buffy said. “There were dragging marks and I found a woman’s shoe at one of them.” She suddenly had a frustrated look on her face. “I won’t be sure until I can get a look at the Coroner’s report.”

“On it,” Willow said as she headed to the kitchen to turn off the stove then went up the stairs to her bedroom the other’s following shortly behind.

Willow quickly sat down at her computer bringing up her internet browser. “This shouldn’t take long. I’m probably the only girl in Sunnydale, who has the Coroner’s Office bookmarked as a favorite. What were their names?”

“Meredith Todd, Jane Atkins, and Cathy Ryan,” Buffy responded hovering over Willow’s shoulder. She didn’t notice how close Tom was until he breathed the word, “Amazing,” as he watched Willow work her magic on the computer screen.

“I found it,” Willow said excitedly. “Meredith Todd, Jane Atkins, and Cathy Ryan were killed instantly in a car crash last week. They were all on the pep squad at Fondren High, on the way to a game.”

“How were their necks?” Buffy asked.

“Fine, except for being broken,” Willow answered.

“So definitely not vampires,” Buffy said turning to Giles. “What did you come up with?”

“We came up with three possibilities.” Giles said, “Demons that eat the flesh of the dead to absorb its soul.”

“A Necromancer, which sounds like quite an unpleasant fellow. He wields great power over the dead and can even install demons into human corpses to disguise them.” Tom said a bit of a disgusted look on his face.

“And the third,” Buffy asked.

“The third and most likely would be a Voodoo practitioner.” Giles said.

“You mean like making a zombie?” Willow asked

“Uh, zombies, more likely,” Giles said removing his glasses. “For most traditional purposes a voodoo priest would require more than one.”

“So now all that’s left is figuring out who this creep is.” Buffy said biting her lip. “We could wait and watch the obituaries and catch him in the act. If he’s creating some kind of zombie army he’ll need more than three, right?”

“Um…” Willow said. “The past two nights have been kind of slow but there was a death early this morning. A woman in her early twenties died of heart failure. That would probably be the perfect candidate for a zombie.”

“When’s the funeral?” Buffy asked.

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

Buffy sighed, “Sounds like a typical Monday. So who’s up for a stakeout tomorrow night?”

“Ooh me!” Willow said bouncing in her chair. “I’ll bring snacks.”

Buffy grinned at her friend then looked at Tom, “You wanna go too? I’m sure you know some sort of nifty spell that could stun this guy if he tries to put the mojo on me.”

“You know it’s funny,” He said blinking at her stupidly. “I know we are speaking the same language, yet I only understood about half of what you just said.”

“Finally someone else agrees with me.” Giles said rolling his eyes.

Buffy pinched Tom, “Hardy, har, har, very funny.”

“Ouch!” Tom said wincing in pain and laughing, “Well if you’re going to be violent about it, I guess I have no choice but to attend this stakeout.”

Giles being satisfied the teens had a decent plan for nabbing the body snatcher and wanting to get a start on the new development between Buffy and Tom decided it was time to take his leave. “If you won’t need me for anything else, I think I’ll be going.”

“Kay,” Buffy said waving over her shoulder and bending down to get a better look at the computer screen.

“Can I try?” Tom asked pointing at the computer.

“Sure,” Willow said getting out of the chair so Tom could sit. “That’s what you’re here for.”

Five hours later they were pulled out of a grueling study session by Xander knocking at Willow’s bedroom door. He had not been able to make it because his dad had wanted him to mow the front lawn.

“Come in Xander,” Willow called looking up from her science book with a smile, until she saw his face.

Buffy gasped when she saw him, “Xander what happened?” He had the beginnings of what looked like a black eye and his nose was bleeding.

“It’s nothing,” he said gruffly, trying to hide the fact that once again his father had gone on another drinking binge and beat the crap out of him.

“It’s not nothing!” Buffy said angrily, running into the bathroom to grab a cloth.

Tom watched in silence not really knowing what to do. He had seen fist fights before, but it had never been anyone he knew or considered a friend. So as far as consoling someone went, he was at a bit of a loss. It did disturb him that Xander looked as if a grown man had hit him.

Buffy stomped back into the bedroom with a wet towel, “Here, tilt your head back and pinch your nose. I’ll wipe the blood off.”

“Could you please stop treating me like a child?” Xander snarled pushing the towel away from his face.

Buffy’s eyes narrowed and she had a retort right on the edge of her tongue when Willow stepped in, “Buff, maybe you and Tom should…”

Buffy looked at her friends, knowing Willow was only trying to protect Xander from further humiliation, she sighed and said, “Yah okay. Let’s go, Tom.”

She hated that Xander’s dad did this to him. He thought she didn’t know, but she did. He always got like this whenever his father became abusive, and as much as she wished she could do something about it. She didn’t want to risk Xander hating her for it.

“Sorry,” Buffy said as they walked out the front door. “He gets that way sometimes.”

Tom was quit for a moment before he asked, “Do you know who did that to him?”

She wasn’t sure if she should tell Tom. She hadn’t even told Willow she figured it out, but she really needed to talk to somebody. Seeing her friend hurt like that was really hard on her, especially because she was the Slayer. She had wanted to say something to Willow for awhile now, but she was afraid of putting Willow in an awkward position.

“Yah,” Buffy whispered putting her head down. “I know who it was.”

Tom stopped turning her to face him his eyes penetrating, “Who?”

She sighed looking up into his eyes. “Please don’t repeat this because he doesn’t know I’ve figured it out.” She waited for him to nod before she continued, “I think sometimes his father gets drunk and hits him.”

“His… his father did that?” Tom said angrily.

“Yah, I think. It doesn’t really take a rocket scientist to figure it out.” She sighed sadly, “I mean I’ve heard some of the rumors about his father being a drunk, and I’ve noticed the bruises he has sometimes. He’s never told me though. I think he thinks of me as some kind of superhero, and he doesn’t like looking weak in front of me.” She looked away feeling the beginning of tears and turned to continue on her way to her house.

“Does Willow know?” Tom asked falling into step with Buffy.

“Yah, they’ve been friends since kindergarten. She has to know.” She quickened her pace when she saw her house and pointed, “That’s me.”

She was hoping to change the subject, aside from acknowledging out loud that she knew Xander’s father hit him, which was about as far as she was willing to think on the subject. If she started to think about it too much she would likely go over to Xander’s and beat the living hell out of Mr. Harris.

Tom looked up a small smile appearing on his face. He knew Buffy was changing the subject on him, and he would let it go, for now, “Its lovely.”

“Thanks, we just moved in last year after the divorce. Mom owns an art gallery here in town.” Buffy said unlocking the front door and stepping inside.

Tom followed taking in the warm homey feeling he got from the house.

“Are you hungry?” Buffy asked heading towards the kitchen. “I can’t cook, but I can make a decent turkey sandwich.”

He smiled and nodded, following Buffy into the kitchen and sitting down at the stool by the island as he watched her prepare the sandwiches.

“So where’s your mum,” he said trying to be casual. He had wanted to kiss her since the moment he had seen her this morning, but he wouldn’t risk being thought of as anything other than a gentleman by Buffy’s mother.

Buffy slid his plate in front of him and smiled. Her mom was actually out of town for the weekend. She had to go meet an important client who was interested in buying several pieces from her gallery.

“She had to go out of town for her job.” She said scarfing down her sandwich. She chewed quickly and swallowed, whipping her mouth with her napkin. “Why do you wanna know?”

“I wanted to make sure that when I kiss you again we aren’t interrupted.” He said standing, already having polished off his sandwich.

She looked at him with wide eyes taking a sip of her coke and stepping back a blush spreading to her cheeks, “Oh really, and what makes you think I’ll let you?”

He stalked closer to her, his eyes staring her down like he wanted to devour her. “Because you’re trembling and I think you have made it rather clear you are not afraid of me. So what else could it possibly be?”

Buffy back hit the counter just as Toms arms shot out on either side of her. She began to pant as Tom lowered his mouth to hers, but he stopped right before he made contact.

“Can I kiss you Buffy?” he whispered his warm breath caressing her mouth.

It was then that she noticed it, but she was too far gone to care. Tom’s eyes were glowing dark green and silver, but she could do nothing but whimper, “Yes.”

His mouth was on hers, the next instant, and he was lost. He explored every crevice of her mouth with his tongue before nibbling on her bottom lip, then slowly dragging his lips down to her neck.

Simple kissing had never been like this for Buffy before. She was on fire, her whole body yearning for something that she wasn’t ready to understand. That’s when a distant warning bell went off. She ignored it, bringing her leg up to wrap around Tom so she could bring him closer.

Tom moaned at Buffy’s actions. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that they were moving much too fast, but nothing had ever felt so good. His hand moved to Buffy’s thigh as his other arm wrapped around her waist lifting her, so she was sitting on the counter behind her. He kissed his way back up to her jaw capturing her lips in another searing kiss.

When Buffy felt Tom’s hand caress the inside of her thigh that warning bell, which had been at a low hum began to scream. She jerked back panting, “Tom. We need to stop.”

He removed his hand immediately, groaning against her lips. Tom pressed his forehead against Buffy’s panting heavily. Had he actually just behaved in such a manner? “My sweet girl, what have you done to me?” He murmured kissing her nose. “I have never acted so depraved around a lady before.” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I have always prided myself on patients and self control,” he paused, “but when I’m around you, I find my control hanging on by a mere thread.”

Tom looked into her eyes wanting her to read the sincerity and longing in them, “I have never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want you.”

Buffy smiled warmly at Tom bringing the tips of her fingers up to trace his cheek bone, “It’s good to know I’m not the only one feeling this way.”

He closed his eyes growling and wrapping his long fingers around Buffy’s wrist. He gently nipped at the palm of her hand and massaged her wrist with his thumb before opening his eyes.

If Buffy hadn’t already been sitting, she would have stumbled, his eyes were glowing that same beautiful ethereal glow she had thought she saw before.

“Your eyes,” Buffy said in a small voice. “They’re glowing,”

Not for the first time Tom saw Buffy’s eyes doing the same. He had seen it before. They had done the same when she had first looked at him in the Chamber of Secrets and again this morning. Both times he had merely thought that it was a reflection of the light, but there was no bright light on in her kitchen. In fact, the only light was the sun streaming in from the window behind Buffy.

“Yours are too,” he whispered, reaching his hand out and cupping Buffy’s cheek enchanted as he watched the light slowly fade.

Buffy blinked as she watched Tom’s eyes do the same. She swallowed hard, “They… they are?” This was so not good. Glowy eyes couldn’t be anything good.

Tom stepped back giving Buffy some air as he watched her face get a panicked look on it.

“Oh god,” Buffy moaned hoping off the counter to pace. “What… what if this is some kind of wonky spell, or we’re possessed or something?”

Tom leaned against the counter watching her, an amused smile tickling the corners of his mouth, “I think you’re panicking.”

“Panicking! Tom, this is the Hellmouth. Weird is like an everyday occurrence.” Buffy said stopping her pacing to glair at him.

“Buffy, if we were under some kind of love spell or love potion, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Tom said smirking. “People under love spells usually refuse to believe that they are, in fact, under a spell. As for possession, I was always under the impression that a spirit or demon of some sort takes over the person’s body and makes whoever do it’s biding.” He laughed, “Are you feeling like yourself or is there some horrible creature in that beautiful body as we speak.”

She snorted seeing the truth in Tom’s words and jokingly asked, “And how about you, is Tom Riddle steering?”

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “Aside from suddenly finding myself wanting to be nice to muggles, and finding I can actually tolerate them. I feel completely normal.” He paused grinning, saying sarcastically, “That must be it then. I have been possessed by a good demon who wants me to be nice to all the non-magical humans.”

Buffy smacked him on the arm, “Don’t be shitty. They were good theories.”

“Ouch,” He said rubbing his arm and laughing. “Do you really have to resort to violence?”

“Yes. I find that most things get resolved with violence,” she said going to get the portable phone.

Tom watched her as she came back into the room. “What are you doing?”

“Calling Giles,” she said hitting a button on the phone.

“What exactly are you going to tell him?” Tom asked curiously.

Buffy looked up wide eyed and hung up, “Crap.”
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