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Volume II: Burn

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307196,7071 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Traditions and Jane Austen

Buffy was nervous as she knocked on Draco’s door. She needed to find out more information about Wizarding traditions, and the best person to ask was Draco. Unfortunately, if he found out the reason she needed said information, he might screw with her just to be a bastard.

Draco opened the door, and frowned.

“All right. What did he do?”

She blinked. “Huh? What? What did who do?”

“I know you went out with Nott. What’s he done? Do I need to hex him?”

Buffy walked inside and shut the door with an exasperated look on her face. “He didn’t do anything wrong. We had a wonderful time, he was a complete gentleman, and if you hex him I’m shoving your wand so far up your ass you’ll have splinters on your tongue.”

Draco sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. “So violent.”

He went to put tea on.

“You’re just disappointed because I told you that you couldn’t hex him. How is that not violent?” She sat down on the couch and leaned back into the cushions, crossing her arms. “Can you keep the snipping to a minimum if I try to talk to you?”

“If this is about the details of your date, I make no promises.”

“I won’t give any details, I promise. I just have a few... questions for you. Mostly about the way you grew up.”

Draco frowned. “Did he say something about it? It’s none of his business, but at least I was an only child. His brother is a real bastard. I’d probably be able to kill people if I ‘d had him around.”

She remained silent on the only child front. She thought it was admirable that he was a healer for his sister. The bond between siblings was special; it was something that only children just didn’t understand. Instead, Buffy decided to jump right in.

“Is it acceptable in your culture for a woman to ask a guy out on a date?”

“My culture? We’re not from another planet. We’re just British. Are you going to ask him out? Why?”

“I meant wizards.”

“What? Oh. It’s acceptable unless the bloke is a moron, which considering who you might ask...”

Buffy grabbed a pillow off of the couch and smacked him with it. “You know, you don’t have to be a total bastard about this. Your name did come up a few times during dinner, and he didn’t badmouth you.”

“Like I said... moron. He only did that so you’d like him. He’s just as big of an arse as I am. Don’t be fooled.”

She sighed and stood up. “If you are going to keep behaving like this, I’m just going to ask someone else like Mac or Luna. It’s like watching Spike snip with Riley all over again.”

“Sit down. MacDougal isn’t going to get it and neither will Luna. They weren’t raised like us. They didn’t come from rich pureblooded families. They had real homes, so they wouldn’t get it.”

Buffy sat and folded her legs under her, getting comfortable. “Okay, so explain it to me. If I was dating someone that came from a family like yours, what should I expect, and let’s keep the smart ass remarks to a minimum, please?”

“You do recall to whom you speak, yes?”

She glared at him.

“You should expect a minefield. There was always an agenda. Secrets, lies, hidden wounds that don’t heal. Gross personality flaws due to verbal, emotional and even some physical abuse. Rich purebloods are all about status in society. It’s all about masks and etiquette. Certain things are expected of men like me. Mainly continuing the family line and having a respectable job or living. Mine is not, according to some.”

“So it’s kind of like high school except with babies?”

“I’m not familiar with high school, having never went to such a place. Is it like really very like the Mean Girls Pevensie made me watch with that Low Hands person? I don’t see why they call her Low Hands. Her hands seem in the right place to me.”

Buffy shook her head and grinned, not bothering to correct him. “It really is, except at my high school, all that attacking in flashbacks actually occurred.”

She wasn’t sure how she felt about a society that treating the young adults in such a low manner, because it was a lot like the aloof manner the old watcher’s council treated her. She was just a disposable girl that was their tool.

“There’s a lot of emphasis put on an heir. It’s a lot like Jane Austen, actually.”

Her eyebrow went up. “Are you trying to scare me away by thinking I don’t want children?”

“No, but I don’t even have a girlfriend, and I’m expected to be thinking about providing my mother with grandchildren already. If you want to know what it’s like, watch Pride and Prejudice. That might actually help you.”

That she could do. She propped her head up and tried to think of any of the girls that would have it on DVD. That could be the next feature for her and Willow’s movie night. “All mothers are like that, though. They all want grandchildren. It’s like some genetic code.”

“Some of them are psycho about it. For example... Tori’s mum. Crazy. Probably not happy about Flint. Thugs... not acceptable breeders.”

Buffy shrugged. “Well, as long as Theo’s mom doesn’t come at me trying to kill me or anything, I think we’ll be fine. It’s just a second date. Maybe a third. He’s going to take me flying since I told him you never did.”

“Unless it’s a haunting, no worries there. Mrs. Nott is dead. And he’s not not taking you flying. I’m safer.”

“But I’m not dating you. I’m dating Theo, and he’s said he’ll take me up. Don’t worry about it.”

“I will worry about it,” Draco snapped. “I’ve been flying since before Hogwarts. I played Quidditch for four years. As a seeker. Ask Luna how smooth the ride is.”

Buffy grinned at him. “Oh, so you took her up but not me? Gee, thanks.”

“It was on my birthday. She was there. Tori sent me my broom. I didn’t even know she still had it. It’s not like I planned it.”

“Uh huh,” she said slowly. “I see how it is. I’m definitely depending on Theo now. You’re only taking me up because you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous. I’m safer than he is. He could drop you on your head.” Draco frowned at her to emphasize his statement.

She giggled. “This whole overprotective act is cute, but it could get old really quick. There’s nothing you could say that would change my mind. Sorry.”

“I’ve never seen him fly? Heard about him on a broom? It’s not a talent all of us have, you know. Just ask Neville Longbottom.”

“I already told him he could take me up. I’m not going to be rude and go behind his back to have you take me up because you feel like you earned the right first. That’s not fair to him.”

“Oh and by all means let’s not be unfair to the psycho who used to kick me out of my room regularly in school because he had to have absolute silence to study.”

“Well, with the noise you make sometimes, I understand why,” she defended. “I’d be scared you’d set my homework on fire.”

“Oh shut up. I’d really feel more comfortable if you flew with an experienced person.”

She threw another pillow in his face for telling her to shut up, but she grinned at him. “And I’d feel more comfortable if I could chain my sister to her room and never let her out so she couldn’t get in trouble, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to whine until it happens, because it won’t.”

“Whining is one of my many and varied talents. How is it you’ve known me as long as you have, and you don’t know that? And have you tried the chaining thing? Dawn might like it.”

Buffy made a face. “I am not talking about chains in regards to my baby sister with you. That’s just icky.”

“It’s not icky,” Draco said slyly. “Your sister’s attractive.”

For the third time, Buffy hit Draco with a pillow, but she didn’t hold back. “No, just... no.”

“What? Smart, funny in an odd way, big blue eyes, nice set of... um... teeth.”

She laughed incredulously. “You are not allowed to look at my sister ever again! You can’t talk about Dawn’s... teeth to me!”

“Well, the monks made her out of you. You should take that as a compliment.”

“I don’t care,” she said firmly. “She’s my little sister. No teeth talk ever.”

“Can I talk about how when she wears jeans? How shapely her... ears are?”

Buffy glared. “You are not allowed to talk about my sister’s body to me at all. Period. Got it?”

“What will you give me for my silence?” Draco asked, grinning. “Because your sister has some serious legs on her too.”

“What would it take?” she pleaded.

“You letting me take you on a broom and not Nott.”

Buffy groaned, because as soon as she had asked, she knew what the answer would be. It was a tough decision-let Draco talk nonstop about the side of Dawn Buffy never wanted to hear about or let Theo be the first guy to take her up in the air.

He rubbed his hands together. “So are we flying or do I start talking about creamy skin?”

She cringed and put her hands over her ears. Maybe Willow could do some spell to shut him up, or perhaps Mac could, or someone could. “Oh god, I hate this.” With a shout she flopped back into the couch. Maybe Theo wouldn't’ find out. “Okay fine.”

Draco raised a brow. “Excellent.”

He’d have to go around to the infirmary and let Nott know.

“What’s that mean?” she asked pointing to his eyebrow. “What are you planning? Can we do this at night? After everyone’s gone to bed?”

“After everything I just said about being safe, you want to have a go at flying with low visibility? Hell no, daylight hours. And B, what if patrolling slayers think we’re something supernatural and bad and try to shoot us out of the sky? That would completely be Pevensie. She’d hurl a tree trunk at us and kill us both.”

“I could deflect a tree trunk! And weren’t you just bragging about your flying abilities? You can totally do this at night.”

“You just don’t want Nott to see us. Oh my gods. If he’s so bloody wonderful, he should understand, shouldn’t he?”

Very hypocritical, yes. He wouldn’t be so understanding.

Her jaw dropped. “If you’re so bloody wonderful, you wouldn’t be so jealous! And using baby sister sex talk blackmail is also not wonderful.”

“I never said I was wonderful. I’m Draco fucking Malfoy. Blackmail is also one of my many and varied talents. I’m not jealous. I’m worried. There’s a difference. You’re one of my people. I thought we understood about that.”

“I let you into my head. You’ve seen me when I was vulnerable and when I was at my peak. Do you really think I can’t handle this?”

“I don’t want you to have to, Buffy. Bad things happen when my people get hurt. Very bad things. Not all battles are fought on a physical level, and emotional wars can often do the most damage.”

She knew that. “I’ve fought plenty of those as well, or did you forget that I’ve had a whopping four serious relationships, each one more screwed up than the last?”

“So you’re looking to keep that streak running? I don’t get what it is about him. He’s not right for you. At all.”

“It’s not about who is right for who. I’ve never been right for any of the guys I’ve dated, and while I don’t want to continue on that path, maybe I’m hoping Theo will be the one to stop the trend. Someone has to.”

“Can’t it be someone else? Like, anyone else?”

Buffy shrugged. “I guess we’ll see. Until then, you get to grind your teeth.”

“Not on the day I take you flying,” Draco said, smirking. “We’ll just see how gentlemanly our friend Theodore is that day.”

She glared. “I plan on telling him the exact situation before we do so he’s not blindsided.”

Draco just smirked. If he knew Theo, and he liked to think he did after over twenty years, that wasn’t going to matter. It was still going to irritate him.

The End

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