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When Magic Meets Hell	By : MudbloodMalfoy Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Harry Potter Views: 2566 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Magic Meets Hell
Chapter Three
I own neither Harry Potter nor Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any characters therein.
From this chapter on, I will refer to Hermione as a Slayer. As I said in the last chapter, this isn't going to be canon and many things will be different from the Whedon-verse. First and foremost of those differences is that Hermione is Called instead of Kendra, and she doesn't die, of course. I will go back and change this in previous chapters as soon I get a chance to. If this bothers anybody, I'm sorry.

Buffy woke the next morning with a massive headache. Well, not just her head; her whole body was one big hurt. Groaning, she sat up and lifted a hand to cover her eyes from the glare of the sunlight streaming into her windows. "What happened last night? I don't remember..."
With that sobering thought, Buffy made her way slowly to he closet, only to pause when she noticed the pile of clothes topped by Spike's duster. Her stomach rolled at the thought that she might have had sex with the cocky British vampire, but other parts of her weren't so put off. Refusing to even think about it until she felt better, she continued to the closet to pick out her wardrobe for the day. Settling for a t-shirt and loose jeans, she walked slowly to the bathroom to shower, her head throbbing with every step. After a steaming ten minute shower, she felt marginally better.
In the kitchen, Tara was making lunch, a testament to how long Buffy had slept. Two steps into the room and she stopped, looking around at the figures gathered there. Anya and Xander were in the own little world, laughing with each other. Willow was washing dishes and talking to Tara and Dawn, who was apparently doing homework. Poor Hermione didn't look any better than Buffy felt. Her hair was a bushy mess, her face pale, and she was still wearing the dress from last night, only now she was wearing a dark jacket that she kept dipping her head down to sniff when she thought no one was looking.
"I see you had just as great a night as I did, Hermione," she said weakly.
Hermione started and flushed guiltily. "It wasn't so bad until the drug kicked in."
Xander yelp, "Drug?"
Buffy and Hermione cringed at the loud noise. Buffy answered, "Yes, Xander, a drug. I'm guessing the bartender laced our Sprites with something. I can't really remember anything after downing the drink and heading out to dance."
"I don't either. How did we get back home, then? I doubt we were in any condition to walk." Hermione's brow furrowed as she thought hard, trying to remember.
"S-spike and the other v-vampire brought you g-guys home. H-he just w-walked right in," Tara spoke up.
Again, Hermione flushed. "That would be my fault." At everyone's horrified looks, she hurried to say, "I was dreaming and sleeptalking and...and Draco used that to his advantage. I'm sorry, Buffy. I should have told you. But I know he won't hurt any of us."
"You can't be sure of the, Hermione. Maybe the Draco you knew before wouldn't, but the demon changes everything."
"But Buffy, he could have killed me last night, or any night since I accidentally let him in, and he didn't! There's still good in him, I know it."
Buffy just shook her head sadly. "I know you want to believe that, but I just can't. Willow, get started on the disinvite spell. We'll need it for Draco and for Spike."
Hermione sighed, but didn't say anything more. As lunch carried on, Hermione slipped upstairs for a quick shower and a change of clothes. While Draco's jacket was comforting, the form-fitting dress was not. As she stepped into Dawn's room to dress, she thought back to the night before. She remembered getting to the club and ordering her Sprite. She remembered going upstairs to find a quiet place. After that, everything was fuzzy, then went completely blank. Pulling her clothes on mechanically, she mulled over the fact that waking up alone had felt wrong, while being surrounded by Draco's unique scent had taken some of that wrongness away.
Shaking off those thoughts, Hermione wrapped her wet hair in a towel and gathered up her dirty clothes. In return for Buffy basically letting Hermione live with them, the British Slayer had taken to doing the menial chores that Buffy hated. Doing laundry and cleaning up a bit was more than a fair trade for a safe place to live where she didn't have to hide who she was.
After gathering the rest of the laundry from upstairs, she made her way to the basement. Passing through the kitchen, she smiled at the people who had helped make her feel welcome in Sunnydale. Once she had started a load of clothes, she curled up on a cot and promptly fell asleep. An hour later, she was awakened by the sound of the washer's cycle ending. Before she could get up, a cold hand brushed across her cheek and a voice whispered in her ear, "I've got it, Granger. Go back to sleep."
Happy to oblige the voice, she fell back into a deep sleep. Later that night, she woke from a restful sleep curled up in the arms of none other than Draco Malfoy. Her head was pillowed on his chest, with his arms around her and their legs tangled together. In repose, Draco looked...well, not soft, but less menacing than usual. Until he chuckled and a smirk transformed his face into one she was all too familiar with.
"Like what you see, Granger?" he drawled as his eyes opened to reveal stormy gray orbs.
"Hardly. I was just wondering how you got in here. Willow was going to do a disinvite spell."
"Oh. That. Doesn't affect you if you're already inside. Which I have been, all day. Slipped in the window over there just before dawn. Figured I'd get a chance to see you sometime or another."
Hermione tried - rather unsuccessfully - to squash the flare of warmth that rushed through her at his words. "Why, Draco?"
"I...don't know," he said with a grimace. "I just can't seem to stay away."
A few seconds of silence passed. With a sigh, he continued. "I also wanted to apologize for my behavior last night. I tried to take advantage of you, however willing you seemed to be."
Hermione tensed beside him. "What, exactly, happened last night, Malfoy?"
Draco sighed. "I tried to come onto you, thinking you were just some nobody. Imagine my surprise when the sexy woman I was trying to pick up turned out to be you. We talked, I got horny and really did come onto you, and you reciprocated. Enough that we were about two seconds away from shagging over the railing at the club. Then Spike told me about the drug and we brought you two home. From what I gathered, Spike was about in the same place I was, about to be the luckiest bloke ever."
Hermione blushed at her apparent behavior the previous night. How could she have been so wanton? Draco, correctly guessing the direction of her thoughts, gently tugged her hair and said, "Don't get your knickers in a twist, Granger. You were drugged. Just let it go."
Looking up into stormy gray eyes, Hermione tried to do just that. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, only to have them snap back open a few seconds later when soft, cold lips met her own. Draco's eyes were closed, a look of concentration on his face as he coaxed a response from the British Slayer. Her eyes fluttered shut as his tongue brushed her bottom lip. His teeth nipped there, and his tongue took advantage of her gasp.
Hermione moaned as Draco's tongue tangled with hers. Compared to sloppy kisses from Viktor, Draco was living up to his moniker as the Slytherin Sex God. Suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to test out the rest of his prowess, she moved to straddle him. When her bum brushed the straining bulge in his jeans, Draco groaned. Grinning devilishly, the so-called prude did it again, with more pressure. Draco's fingers bit into her hips and pulled her down as his own hips bucked upwards. Tables turned, Hermione moaned against her soon-to-be-lover's lips. Within seconds, their teasing turned into a frantic need to have Draco inside her.
Draco's fingers trailed down to her pants, fingers teasing the waistband. Hermione moaned and arched her hips toward his hand. Just as the top button holding the denim together popped open, the door to upstairs squeaked as it opened. With a gasp, Hermione glanced down at Draco. A look of promise evident in his eyes, he pulled her down for one last kiss and was gone with supernatural speed. Clothes rustled under the stairs where he secreted himself away.
Dazedly, Hermione glanced to the stairs to see Tara making her way into the dank basement. For some reason, Hermione felt that Tara didn't belong in the darkness surrounding her.
When her feet touched the concrete floor, she glanced around for Hermione. When she finally spotted her, the witch smiled and made her way to her new friend. "Hey, Hermione. You were down here for so long, I started to worry about you."
Hermione smiled at her friend's worry and soft heart. "I'm fine, Tara. I was just washing clothes and fell asleep. Last night was rough, even if i don't remember all of it."
Tara nodded her head in sympathy. "It shocked me when Draco just walked right in. It also scared me that a vampire had access to all of us. Not telling us right away could have cost us our lives, Hermione. You have to understand that the spell was a necessary precaution."
Hermione grimaced at the insult to Draco's trustworthiness, but said nothing until Tara finished speaking. "Tara, I know you guys don't trust him, but I've known him since I was 11 years old. He can be a prat, and I know he puts on a tough front, but Draco would never hurt me, and hurting my friends would definitely hurt me. I know that becoming a vampire changed him, but he still has some of the humanity that made him good, just as Spike does. They brought us home last night safely, when they could have drained and killed us. Neither of us were in any state to fight, and they kept us safe."
Tara looked at Hermione with sympathy. "I know you trust him; I just don't want to see you hurt by him, emotionally or otherwise. You're part of my family now." A crash and Xander's yelped "sorry!" was heard from upstairs. Tara giggled. "Dysfunctional family, but family all the same."
Hermione blinked back tears. "Thanks, Tara. I just wish that Harry and Ron were still speaking to me. They were family, too, and they just turned their backs on me."
Tara scowled. "They sound selfish and childish to me. They don't know what they lost out on, losing such a valuable friend."
Another crash was heard and Tara cringed. "I'll go help with the cleanup. I hope Xander didn't break Joyce's antique vase again. It was hard to put back together, even with magic."
Hermione thanked her friend again and lay back down on the cot. A few seconds after the door closed behind the shy witch, Draco was back beside Hermione. Looking put-out, he said, "I can't believe they just expect me to betray you like that." An evil glint came into his eyes. "And you called me a prat. I think I should punish you for that."
The young Slayer's eyes widened comically a split second before Draco had her turned over his knee. "Draco, don't you dare! Oh!" she squeaked as his hand came down on her bottom. Twice more he spanked her, and the third time, his hand lingered. Caressing now, he baited her. "I don't think that hurt quite as bad you put on. In fact, I think you might have enjoyed it. You should be bad more often. I believe I like punishing you."
Struggling to sit up, Hermione bit Draco's thigh. "You can be a prat. Like now. Let me up!"
Still as stone, Draco no longer hindered Hermione's attempts to move. When her hand grazed his lap, he hissed as his eyes flashed gold. When her hand returned to tease his achingly hard member through his pants, a growl rumbled from his chest. "You're playing a dangerous game, little girl."
Hermione scoffed. "You can't call me a little girl. I'm older than you are," she replied. Her soft giggle turned into a gasp as Draco nipped her shoulder with sharp teeth. That gasp turned into a moan as Draco's hand slid down her back and between her legs to rub against her soaked jeans.
"Please, Draco. Either stop or finish it. I'll be nice if you will."
Draco chuckled as he kissed Hermione's cheek and drew his hand back up her spine. "I'll stop. This time. One day, though, you will be mine."
Hermione was left with his kiss on her lips and heated desire running through her veins. She wasn't going to complain about being his. Unless, of course, it took too much longer. She wasn't sure she could resist the blonde vampire who had once ridiculed her, but now was her last link to home.
The witch-turned-Slayer sighed. "Of course it would be him. Couldn't be Theo Nott, or even Blaise Zabini. Draco Malfoy just had to be the one turned that night. And I just had to fall for him. If only those stupid Divination classes could have warned me about this!"
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