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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 Four
I own neither Harry Potter nor Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any characters therein.

Ever since the night he had rescued her, Spike had been following Buffy around like a lovesick puppy. Or like he expected her to get into another situation like the one he had saved her from. Patrolling, she could feel him at the very edge of her senses. She would walk into the Bronze and see him and his little clone sitting at a table in the back. Hermione didn't seem as exasperated as she was, but that could be because she actually liked the vampire all but stalking her.
Buffy huffed as she sensed Spike coming towards her in the cemetery she was patrolling. Propping against a tombstone, she waited. When he sauntered into sight, she sighed. "What is it, Spike?"
A look of hurt flashed across the blonde vampire's face and was gone so quickly, Buffy doubted she had even seen it. "A bloke can't walk around a graveyard at night anymore?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Spike, you've been following me around for almost a week now. What do you want?"
Spike hesitated, then said, "I just want to be around you."
His words coupled with the sincere look on his face made Buffy's heart melt just enough to want to give him a chance. Slayer instinct kicked in and she shook her head. "How do I know this isn't just some ploy to get my guard down so you can have me for a late night snack?" She pushed back the guilt at his look of hurt.
"Right, luv. Because a vampire couldn't possibly want to be friends with the most powerful girl in town, would he? It's all in self-preservation. Might as well be on the winning side if there were to be a showdown between good and evil. And on a hot spot like the Hellmouth, I'd wager that evil comes a'callin' often."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Practice that speech often? I don't believe it, Spike."
Spike took a deep breath and decided to give the truth a shot once more. He slowly stepped towards Buffy and took her hand gently. "Buffy, you amaze me. All that power and drive in a tiny thing like you. You give me a run for my money and I love it, not having to hold back. And you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen in all my years."
Buffy stood in shocked silence for a few moments. Shaking her head, she began, "Spike-"
Cutting her off, he laughed bitterly. "Of bloody course. I never should have even said anything."
Angry now, at being cut off and for him assuming she was rejecting him, Buffy punched him in the chest. A bit harder than she meant to. The blonde vampire went careening backwards and into a mausoleum. "Who said I was saying no, Spike? Maybe, just maybe, I was going to say that you amaze me, too. You're obnoxious, rude, and downright evil sometimes. But you're also caring, generous, and sweet to me. Maybe it's selfish, but I like being singled out for that. I like being able to fight you and not worry that you're going to get hurt, or try to kill me. And you're the hottest thing in a leather duster I've ever seen."
Spike lay in the rubble, too stunned by Buffy's confession to move. The Slayer knelt beside the vampire and whispered, "Maybe I want to be around you, too, but I'm too scared of what could happen. I won't fall for an evil vampire again. Angel-"
"Angel was a ponce. He had the tendency to be Angelus the whole time, the soul just gave him too much of a conscience to let the wanker out, so to speak." Spike raised a hand to brush over Buffy's hair. "If you had given me the gift of your first time, I would have treated you like a real angel, luv. Soft words and the like. And I certainly wouldn't have run out to destroy the world after."
Buffy lowered her gaze. With a wry smile, she looked at Spike. "My first time really sucked."
Spike laughed. "Well, of bloody course it did. It wasn't with me, now was it, pet? Let me at you for a day or two, you'll be ruined for anybody else, undead or alive," he said with a wink.
Buffy laughed. "Maybe I'll take you up on that one day, Spike. But for now," she said as she helped him up, "let's finish patrol. I have pj's and a comfy bed calling my name."
Spike chuckled. "You could come to my place, luv. I sleep naked."
"I don't doubt that, Spike. But I actually need clothes, you know, to keep warm? It's starting to get colder at night, and you live underground," Buffy pointed out.
Spike looked thoughtful. "If I could find a way to keep you warm at my crypt, would you stay the night with me?"
The Slayer looked at the vampire. Hope flared within her chest, a hope that couldn't be contained by her Slayer instincts. A slow smile formed on her face. "You know what, Spike? I think I would."
A similar hope shot through Spike's undead heart. His answering smile was just as genuine, if a bit lecherous. "It's a date, then, pet. I'll let you know when it's ready."
Nodding, Buffy made to continue her patrol, but Spike's hand on her wrist spun her around to face him. "I wasn't quite done with you, pet. I had one more thing in mind," he said softly as he drew closer. His arms wrapped around the Slayer and his mouth found the pulse at her neck. He heard the rush of blood, the thud of her heart... His lips kissed a trail up her neck, over her jaw, and finally onto her lips in the most mindblowing kiss Buffy had ever had.
The sharpness of his fangs when he slipped into game face sent a thrill of arousal through her. Spike groaned when he smelled just how much she was enjoying the kiss. With a final press of his lips to hers, he broke the kiss and just held the girl of his dreams, hard as a rock and thrilled she had let him kiss her.
When her hand slid down the front of his pants, he chuckled and stepped back. "Not so fast, luv. Gotta make sure we can keep you warm first. Now go on home to your cozy bed while I finish patrol." His hand slid down to tangle with hers, bringing it up to his lips. "And tonight, when this is trying to relieve some of that ache inside you, think of me, pet, and how much better we'll be together than any time before."
"You know, Spike, you sure are assuming a lot tonight. And you've gotten really cocky since I agreed to stay the night."
Another lecherous grin had Buffy's knees going weak. "I just know how I feel about you, luv. And after that kiss, I know how you feel about me."
Buffy's free hand moved to cup Spike's hard member over his pants. A moan bubbled out of his lips as he slipped back into game face. "Don't start, Buffy, if you aren't going to finish this tonight. I'm at the edge of my control as it is."
Buffy blushed and moved her hand away. "Sorry, I'll go now." A quick peck on his cheek, and Buffy was gone with nothing but the smell of her shampoo and Spike's raging hard-on to show she had been there.
A few minutes later, Spike's iron control was back in place. He finished patrolling the town and headed back to his crypt, a million ideas running through his head.
Draco was sitting in Spike's chair when the older vampire walked into the crypt, a grin on his face. Without a word, Spike dropped into the hole containing his room. Draco slumped into the chair. "Looks like he had a lot better luck than I did." Holding his still-stinging face, Draco thought back to what had caused Hermione to slap him. Again.
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With Buffy gone on patrol, Hermione had buckled down and started on her homework. Harry and Ron would have been shocked to find that the bookworm they had known had begun to slack off on her homework in favor of training. "Never again will I doubt Buffy's intelligence. Slaying and staying in school, even making good grades. I had no idea it would be this hard to balance everything."
And so, Hermione was in the basement that had almost become her room, sitting at a desk with her books piled up around her, when Draco had decided to stop in for a visit.
"Hullo, Hermione."
With a shriek, the British Slayer whirled around with a pencil in her hand. Draco's laugh had her blushing and dropping the pencil to the ground. "You're insufferable, you know that? I'm busy, Draco." And with that, she turned around and sat back at the desk.
Draco walked up behind her and slid his fingers into her hair. Moving it to one side, his lips attacked the bared skin of her neck. With a stifled moan, Hermione determined to get her work done. With each lick and nibble, though, concentration was quickly becoming a thing of the past. When Draco's lips reached her ear, she gave up the battle and just let the sensations wash through her.
Seeing that he had won, Draco quickly scooped Hermione out of her chair and gently laid her down on the small cot a few feet away. His lips met hers in a kiss that made their worlds spin. Teenage hormones began to rage. Soon, Draco was naked, with Hermione only in her underwear. Kissing turned into caressing, which turned into Draco poised over Hermione, ready and willing to become her lover.
Hermione, too, was willing. She was glad, in a way, that Draco would be her first lover. Until, of course, he opened his mouth.
"God, Granger. Weasley was a lucky fucking bloke," he choked out as he looked down at her.
A cold chill shot down her spine at his words. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know, because he was the first guy you've slept with," Draco blundered on, too intent on the feel of the warm Slayer beneath him to notice her detachment.
"I never slept with Ron, Malfoy," Hermione said coldly.
Confusion flitted across Draco's face before he dug the hole a little deeper. "Oh, was it Krum then? I thought that was just a rumor. Either way, I don't think badly of you, Hermione."
A loud crack echoed through the basement as Hermione's hand left a vivid red imprint on Draco's face, the force enough to send him halfway across the room. When he looked up, Hermione's clothes had magically appeared to cover her nudity and a chilling expression was on her face. "I never slept with Ron, or Viktor, or Harry, or anybody else, you prat. I've never had sex before, actually. If you had kept your stupid mouth shut, you would have been my first." And with that, the heart sore British Slayer fled upstairs, leaving Draco feeling worse than ever before.
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Shaking his head, Draco sighed and tried to think of some way to get his Slayer to forgive him. He sat for hours, but no ideas that came to mind stood up to his scrutiny. Finally, feeling the tingles of the approaching dawn, he stood and walked over to his own hole in the floor. Flopping onto the bed, he groaned. "This has got to be the most humiliating, disappointing, worst day ever." With every word, his body shut down more and more, until the sun was fully up, and the fledgeling was fast asleep.
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That night, Spike woke with a purpose. He was going to scrounge up some money to make his crypt more habitable for a human. After a few hours of poker, he cashed in and headed to the nearest store. Three giant bags later, he returned to the crypt and walked in on what seemed to be a lover's spat.
"Hermione, I didn't mean anything by it. I heard the rumors back in fourth year. Did you really expect me to walk up to you in the Great Hall and say "Oi, Granger, I heard you've been shagging some great Quidditch star. Or maybe it was the sod who follows you around like a lost puppy. Care to clear that up?" You would have cursed me faster than you punched me over that great bloody bird! And besides, you yourself told me you had lost your virginity last year."
"That "great bloody" bird's name was Buckbeak, and it was your fault he was going to be killed. And I expected you to have more common decency than to bring that up as we were about to have sex! And news flash, I lied! You had just called me the Gryffindor Prude. You can't blame anybody but yourself, Malfoy!"
Spike looked between the two like a tennis match. Nodding his head as if coming to a decision, he stepped between them. Looking at Draco, said calmly, "You're wrong, she's right. Who brings up past lovers, real or fiction, right before you shag? It's just not done, mate." Switching his gaze to Hermione, he drawled, "You have to forgive the lout, pet, he's head over fangs for you." As he took in the sight of her angry form, he commented absently, "Gonna start calling you Bitty Buffy. Look just like her when you get riled up, you do."
The two almost-lovers watched the older vampire drop into his room. When he was out of sight, they glanced at each other. Both started to speak, but Hermione motioned for Draco to speak first. "He's right. I'm an utter moron."
Hermione giggled. "Head over fangs, huh? Never heard that expression before." She smiled as Draco blushed, then shrieked when he bared his fangs jokingly and darted towards her. They played tag for a while, before Hermione dropped onto the couch, winded from the play. Her eyes started to fall shut, from both lack of sleep the night before and from a long day at school. She started when Draco picked her up gently. "I'm just taking you downstairs. You can catch some sleep, and I'll wake you up in a few hours." Nodding, she wrapped her arms around her vampire as he dropped to his room and laid her on his bed.
Draco pulled a blanket from the foot of the bed and pulled it over her. He crawled in behind her and wrapped an arm around her as he whispered in her ear, "You're amazing, Hermione, and beautiful. And you look extremely sexy in my bed, wild hair like we've just had crazy sex, that dazed expression on your face because it was so much more than you expected. I was wrong, baby. I'm the lucky bloke, because I get to have you right here, in my arms."
The vampire pulled the Slayer closer to him, never seeing the secret smile spread across Hermione's face.
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For hours, Spike worked on making his room comfortable for Buffy. He had new sheets, an electric blanket, an electric heater, and he had even found some mostly-undamaged tapestries in the old warehouse. Those he hung on the walls, to try to keep some of the cold from the ground at bay. By the time Buffy usually passed his way, Spike was finally done. Grinning, he jumped up and into the main room of the crypt and preened a bit before stepping out of the stone structure. He immediately sensed his Slayer making her way towards him. Casually sauntering in her direction, he grinned when he saw she had dressed up. Outfitted in a pair of sexy leather pants and a top that begged to be torn away, she had to be freezing in the chilly air. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, but she attempted a nonchalant expression while her gaze ran hungrily over his body.
"Evening, pet."
"Spike." Without the negative feelings, his name came out breathy, almost a sigh.
"Told you I'd let you know when my crypt was ready for you."
Buffy's breath caught at the idea of spending the whole night alone with Spike in his bed. "O-oh."
"You wanna come see it?" Spike asked.
Buffy smiled at him and nodded her head. Whatever trepidation she felt was slowly being pushed back by her lust and that seed of caring that had been planted when she woke up the morning after being drugged, alive and well and wrapped in her savior's coat.
The two walked side by side to Spike's crypt, and he opened the stone door for her when they reached it. She smiled and took his outstretched hand as he led her to the hole in the floor containing his bedroom. She stepped down the ladder and looked around. The sheer thoughtfulness of Spike's actions had her breath catching in her throat. The sight of his room filled with things to make her more comfortable, more than Angel had ever done, had her eyes filling with tears.
Spike climbed down after her and wrapped his arms around her waist as his chin propped on her shoulder. "'m not pressuring you, love. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."
Buffy smiled and dropped her head to her chest. "I know, Spike. Thank you. Do you mind if we just lay down for a while?"
Spike kissed her neck. "Can't think of anything better, love."
Getting comfortable in Spike's bed, Buffy felt a sense of rightness as his arms closed around her. Never before had she felt so at peace with a man. Not willing to psychoanalyze herself, Buffy relaxed and fell into a deep, restful sleep. Spike pulled her tighter to him and buried his face in her hair. With a sigh, he let himself fall asleep.
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