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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 5

Lemons ahead! Not hard-core, but still graphic.

Weeks flew by with the two couples working out the kinks in their respective relationships. Hermione, it seemed, had kept up her wizarding studies, and was quite proficient at wandless spells. Draco, however, was not. Being thrown into the world of muggles without the wooden security blanket had been eye-opening to say the least. While he had walked away from his home without the thing, he had sorely regretted it within the hour. His pride, however, would not allow him to mosey back to the Manor that Lord Fuckwit had taken over and politely beg for it back, no matter how much he missed the convenience and simplicity of having a wand. Instead, he had taken to studying with Willow and Tara, the witches having taken to him after a truth spell, a promise, and the common denominator that was magic.

He was quickly catching up to his little Slayer, but she didn't know it yet. Oh, the things he had planned for her.

But for now..."She's working herself too hard," the vampire thought as he watched Hermione train. The witch-Slayer was always in the training room at the back of the Magic Box, gaining strength and more skill. The blonde slipped up behind the focused Slayer and wrapped his arms around her waist. A dagger was immediately at his throat, pressing into skin but not cutting. He chuckled, the blade moving dangerously against his Adam's apple. "Love, you need a break. I hardly ever get this close without a stake to my chest or a knife to my bollocks."

Hermione sighed as she lowered the blade. "I know. I just feel like I've been letting Buffy down. She's been taking more patrols lately. If I were stronger, she wouldn't have to take on so much."

Draco laughed. " 'Mione, she's meeting with Spike. That's why she's taking so many shifts. You are not weak, love."

Hermione blinked. "Oh. Well, we need to set up a schedule. One of us patrols, the other takes a night off. That way it doesn't start looking suspicious. Or the both of us can go on patrols and split up once we're away from the Magic Box."

Draco smirked. "I like your thinking. Care to take a walk? I have a surprise."

Eying her vampire dubiously, Hermione agreed. She stuck her head in the other room long enough to let the others know she was leaving, then the unlikely couple was gone. Leading his Slayer to his and Spike's crypt, he beckoned her into his room-in-a-hole.

The room was more expansive and...comfortable than Hermione expected. She genuinely thought to see a coffin in the corner furthest from the entrance. Instead, a boxspring and mattress was pushed against one wall, outfitted with black silk sheets. "Nothing but the best for Malfoy, as always," Hermione thought with a smirk.

Seeing the smirk, Draco stepped up behind the witchy Slayer and wrapped his arm around her. "Something amuse you, Granger?" he asked as he propped his chin on her shoulder.

"No, Malfoy, just thinking." Turning in his arms, she pressed her lips to his cheek quickly. "So, what's my surprise?"

Draco shrugged a bit uncomfortably. "Promise you won't get mad?"

Hermione's gaze sharpened. "That depends on what you did."

"I've been practicing my wandless magic, ever since I found out that being Turned didn't take my magic away." Turning away, his fists clenched by his sides. "My entire life, magic was a huge part of who I was. I showed not only the beginnings of magic, but talent when I was four. Four! Most witches and wizards don't develop their magic until around six or seven. Can you imagine being thrown into a world with no magic, nobody to turn to, completely on your own for the first time in your entire life?"

Hermione crossed the short distance Draco had put between them during his speech. Gently turning him to face her, she murmured, "Yes, Draco, I do. Until I met Buffy and the others, I was alone here with everyone thinking I'm a nutter. My parents still do, to an extent. I can relate better than you think."

With a sigh, Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and propped his chin on the crown of her head. Trying to lighten the mood, he quipped, "This wasn't exactly what I had in mind for tonight. As much as I needed to get that off my chest, I'd rather have you on your back." With a smack to her ass for good measure, Draco darted away as Hermione raised a hand to smack back. Giggling and laughing like first-years, they played an impromptu game of tag that ended on the bed.

With his arms holding hers down and his body pinning her to the mattress, Draco began to ravage Hermione's neck with his lips, nipping with the blunt teeth of his human visage. "Told you I wanted you on your back."

Holding back a moan, Hermione chuckled and easily broke Draco's hold. Instead of switching their positions, her hand snaked down to cup the impressive bulge straining to front of his jeans. "Maybe I like being on my back, but only for you."

Without bothering to hold back his moan, Draco pressed his lips to Hermione's almost desperately. " 'Mione, love, can we get these bloody clothes off now?"

Giggling, Hermione nodded. Draco grinning before mumbling an incantation that had their clothes removed and folded neatly across the room. Hermione swallowed past her desire enough to squeak out, "Nice."

As she took a deep, fortifying breath, her nipples brushed Draco's cold chest. Her sharp inhale at the cold sensations pushed her breasts even harder into Draco's chest. Draco grinning as he nudged his Slayer's knees apart with his own, only to slither downwards once they were open. When his cold tongue swiped at Hermione's overheated flesh, she thought she would fly off of the bed. Draco's arm banded across her hips to hold her down. Within seconds of the first swipe of that devilish tongue, Hermione was on the verge of an orgasm. Having brought herself to release before, she wasn't prepared for how explosive this particular orgasm would be.

As she was coming back down from that high, she was almost immediately pushed to another orgasm as Draco teased her clit with the head of his cock before slowly pushing into her tightness.

"Merlin, Granger, you're so fuckin' hot and tight. Oh, bloody-" His next words were cut off as Hermione clenched her inner muscles around the invading flesh.

"You're as cold as I am hot, Draco. Harder, please?" The last word ended on a high note as Draco immediately slammed his entire cock into her welcoming body. A fast, hard pace was set that brought them both close to edge and fast. Needing that last little push, Hermione gathered her hair away from her neck and turned her head to allow Draco access to the heavily flowing artery there.

Morphing instinctively into game face, Draco recoiled. "What are you doing, Hermione?"

Turning her head enough to look at him, she smiled. "I trust you, Draco."

Draco leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tempting flesh. Forcing himself to morph back to his human face, he instead sank his now-human teeth into the flesh bared to him, enough to push his now-lover over the edge without breaking her tender skin.

He later told her that her screams were heard two blocks away. He didn't tell her that vampires and demons across town even heard her.

Many times that night, Draco nudged his Slayer awake to indulge in her body once more. Not once did she complain. Finally, dawn greeted the weary couple, though only Draco's innate sense of self-sun-preservation told them that they had been up most of the night. Too exhausted to even think about heading home, Hermione cuddled up to her vampire lover and fell into a deep sleep.

Draco looked down at Hermione and shook his head at her trusting nature. Remembering how she bared her neck to him had a jolt of heat running through his body to jerk his cock to attention. Deciding to let the poor Slayer rest, he willed the erection away and pulled a comforter from where they had kicked it to the floor. He felt a little silly tucking Hermione in, but the smile on her face when he wrapped his arms around her made him feel a bit better about it. Across town, things for Spike and Buffy weren't going as well...

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"So last night didn't mean anythin' to you, Slayer?" Spike asked quietly behind the Bronze.

"Spike, that's not the point. The point is, you bit somebody tonight!" Buffy accused.

""Luv, 'm a vampire. It's what I do. I didn't drain her, and it won't affect her at all in the long run."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "That's great. My bo- friend, my friend, can't keep his fangs to himself!"

Spike grinned as he appeared behind the fuming Slayer. "Are you jealous, pet?"

Buffy rolled her eyes again and gasped in outrage. "I am not jealous of some two-bit vamp-tramp!"

She was so jealous. Seeing Spike against the little brunette behind the club had fired something dark within Buffy that she had never felt before, at least towards a human.

Sensing her wavering emotions, Spike decided, for once, to be serious. "I'm sorry, Buffy. I can't change what I am. I need blood to survive, and I didn't think about how feeding on somebody out here would make you feel. I'm not apologizing for it, mind you, but I wish you weren't so upset about it."

Ducking her head, Buffy thought about it. It was slightly unfair for her to be so judgmental when he really had taken only enough to take the hunger pains away. The girl hadn't even been lightheaded as she walked away.

"Spike, I'm so confused," Buffy whispered. In a gust of wind, he was behind her, his arms wrapped around the girl he was coming to care for more and more every day.

"Buffy, 'm not going to do anything to make you stake me. You an' me, we got too much potential for it to go up in a cloud of dust. I can't change what I am, and I don't think you really want me to. I'll make a promise to you, though. I won't kill any humans while feeding on them. Deal, pet?"

Buffy sighed. "I guess it'll have to be good enough."

Spike chuckled and dipped his head down to nibble on the tender flesh at Buffy's neck, his cock coming to immediate attention as her moan reached his ears. "Can we take this somewhere more private?"

Tilting her head more to allow Spike more access, she moaned again. As Spike's hand came around to cup her breast, she asked quietly, "Are you going to take no for an answer?" Buffy gasped sharply.

Spike kissed where he had bitten her a moment before. "I won't make you go, pet. But I think it's something that we would both find...gratifying," he said the last word slowly, whispering it hotly into Buffy's ear as a shudder crawled down her spine.

Buffy sighed and pulled away. Spike felt her heat draw away. His head dropped, thinking she had turned him down. The sound of her fist meeting flesh had him looking up quickly to see her in a fight with a fledge. A few punches and a cloud of dust later, Buffy was in front of him again, her hands fisting the lapels of his duster as she pulled him in for a kiss.

After a few moments, she pulled back to ask breathlessly, "What are you waiting for?"

Spike immediately swept his Slayer off her feet, speeding across town to the crypt he had changed for her. Making it inside just as the first light of dawn peeked over the horizon, Spike slammed the door shut and was laying Buffy down on his bed, his hands fisting in her hair as their lips met in a battle for dominance. Buffy's hands were roaming all over Spike's body, leaving a trail of fire behind them. When she dipped her hand into the waistband of his pants, he gasped at the heat.

Spike's hands weren't idle, either. Fingers like ice trailed down her neck, holding there for a few seconds in a show of dominance, only to dance away and down to the rest of her body. Clothes were discarded quickly, neither being able to bear the lack of contact.

At the first touch of her overheated skin against his own, Spike's already-hard cock strained with need. Buffy's wetness called to him, the scent of her arousal almost overwhelming. Unable to hold it back, Spike morphed into game face. With a grim determination, he tilted his head so Buffy could see just who he was.

He didn't expect her to pull him down for a kiss, or for her hand to guide him into her welcoming body. With iron-willed control, he set a pace that had both of them gasping, one unnecessarily, for their breath. Within minutes, Spike felt like he was coming undone. Her slick muscles milked him for everything he was worth, while her voice begged him for more. Growling, he gave her what she asked for. With demonic speed, he thrust faster and harder, his fangs settling into her shoulder. Dainty hands came up to cradle his head while her own teeth bit into his neck.

With one last thrust, Spike began to come. His fangs left her shoulder in a snarl as his head jerked back, his hips still pumping into her heat. In a flash, he had Buffy on her knees in front of him, her head and shoulders on the bed. Grasping himself in one hand, he entered her in one deep thrust, eliciting a gasp from his lover. The harder he thrust, the lower she sank on the bed, until her legs were almost flat against the mattress. Every time his hips moved forward, Buffy cried out. The angle was perfect for her. Within a few minutes, Buffy was coming, bathing Spike's cock with a flood of her wetness and triggering his own climax again.

With a grunt, Buffy sank onto the bed, moaning softly as Spike followed. His half-hard dick was still buried within her, twitching every few seconds.

Finally, Spike rolled off of her, causing another moan as he pulled out from her still-wet body. He padded across the room and grabbed a towel, returning seconds later to roll his Slayer over and clean their bodily fluids from her skin. When she was clean, he peppered her body with kisses, his now-human visage trailing tingles wherever his lips went. Giggling, Buffy pulled him up to her. "Stop that. I want to go to sleep now."

Spike stared down at the trusting woman under him. With a smile, he collapsed beside her and tugged her warm body closer to his own as he pulled the covers from where they had been pushed down the bed. As Buffy settled into his arms, Spike wondered how he had gotten so bloody lucky.

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When Hermione awoke, she was sore and sticky. She was also happier than she could remember being. Rolling over, she smiled at Draco, who was propped on his arm, blinking blearily at her. "Morning, 'Mione. How did you sleep?" he asked as he leaned down for a kiss.

After he finally pulled away, she stretched and smiled again. "Fabulously. I don't think I've slept so well since before I came to Sunnydale."

Draco smiled back and leaned down for another kiss, this time lingering as his free hand came up to frame her face. Hermione kissed him back with fervor, her hand slithering down to cup his burgeoning erection. Draco pulled back to ask, "Are you okay? Too sore?"

Hermione grinned and disappeared beneath the covers. When her mouth covered his cock, Draco dropped onto his back and lay there, enjoying the feeling of her hot mouth worshiping his body. After a few minutes, he reached down and tugged on her hair lightly. Her flushed face reappeared with a disgruntled expression. "I was having fun."

Her vampire lover laughed and simply tugged her higher, only to turn her around so the her mouth was once more in reach of his hardness. Happy to oblige, she lowered her head and licked a line down his dick, only to gasp as he did the same to her pussy. They teased each other for a while, but finally the teasing was too much to bear. Hermione rose up and turned around, only to seat herself happily on the hardness she had just been sucking on. As she slid down the length of Draco's cock, the vampire could do nothing but stare. Working herself up and down, her breasts bounced and jiggled.

As her climax wound closer and closer, her hips began jerking erratically. Draco moved, rolling his witch under him as he took over. Harder and faster he thrust, staring down into Hermione's flushed face. He leaned down to kiss her, moaning when she licked at his lips and thrust her tongue inside his mouth. He tilted his hips and gasped as Hermione cried out and clenched her pelvic muscles. Unable to move, unable to do anything but give in to the temptation to come, he did just that. Tiny jerks of his hips set off convulsions as Hermione continued to come.

Collapsing on top of her, Draco moaned as his cock was milked by the waves of orgasming pulses coursing through Hermione. With a chuckle as he was finally released, he looked up at her. "I think it's time for bed again, 'Mione."

Hermione gasped for breath as she nodded. Draco pulled the covers over them once more as the need for more sleep overtook them.
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