"A Friendly Beginning" for [livejournal.com profile] xc_runner50

Apr. 29th, 2009 07:21 pm
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In response to the drabble prompt by [livejournal.com profile] xc_runner50

How about a longish drabble... Post NFA Spike/Buffy/Hermione.

This is Post NFA and PostWar Hogwarts - so the Hogwarts castle is being refurbished. I threw in Dawn and Draco as well. This drabble will be continued by [livejournal.com profile] dusty273 because [livejournal.com profile] xc_runner50 gave her the same type of prompt. We just figured we'd work in tandem!

Rated: PG

Word count: 875

Beta'd by [livejournal.com profile] dusty273 and [livejournal.com profile] imbloodyenglish - Thank you lovely ladies!



“I trust you found your quarters to your liking?”

Both girls looked at each other unsure of what to say.

“They’re great!” Dawn Summers assured the wizened Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall. “I’ve never seen a bath tub the size of a swimming pool before.”

“Yeah,” Buffy rushed to add her own stamp of approval. “The king-sized bed is definitely conducive to lots of nappage.”

Frowning somewhat at the use of language from the blonde woman, she turned to the lean man standing off to the side. “Nappage?”

“Takin’ a kip, professor,” Spike interpreted. “We really do appreciate your kind offer to let us shack up here until things with the latest nasty blows over.”

“Mister…” Minerva looked over her glasses to the sheet in front of her, trying to read his last name.

“Pratt,” Buffy offered, smirking at the low growl issued by the vamp beside her.

“Mister Pratt,” the witch intoned severely. “This is not a vacation and I expect you, all of you, to do your share in work responsibilities. There is much that needs to be done to rebuild Hogwarts as you might imagine, and your considerable combined strengths will be an asset.”

A young woman, in her late teens or early twenties Spike guessed, entered the room and stood next to the massive desk. “You wanted to see me, Headmistress?”

“Ah, yes, Hermione,” McGonagall greeted her with a smile. “Hermione, these persons will be our guests for the next several months, and I’d like you to show them the grounds.”

The curly-haired witch turned her gaze to the trio standing there uncomfortably, looking around at the odd knick-knacks cluttering the office. The youngest of the three looked about her age, but with a vast wisdom hidden behind her eyes, belying her immature appearance. The second girl was extremely petite but with an air of superiority and strength, stress and age etched into her gaze. The pale blond looked just like…

“Excuse me, sir?” Hermione asked the man in a defensive position in front of the blonde girl.

“Spike,” he said congenially, holding out his hand to greet her.

Continuing to shake his hand, she stared at his eyes and hair, like she was picking him apart for further study. “Are you by any chance related to the Malfoy family?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Never heard of `em,” he answered blandly, withdrawing his hand.

“You’re British, though you’ve never heard of the Malfoys’?”

“Two things, pet,” Spike groused to the unperturbed witch. “I’ve been across the pond more years than I care to remember.” He became distracted when he sensed movement behind him. “Second, I don’t exactly run in the same circles as you, doll.”

Spike knew his reaction time was off when he felt the hard tip of something press against the base of his skull. “I’ll kindly ask you never to refer to my girlfriend as a ‘doll’ again… vampire.”

Elbowing her sister in the side, Dawn giggled and pointed to the scene in front of them. “Look, Buffy… it’s Spike and his own little ‘mini-me’!”

Even McGonagall laughed as she watched the vampire slowly turn to face his virtual mirror image… younger, but no less scarred. A long, thin gash marred the left side of the man’s face, recently healed though leaving him blind in that eye.

The younger platinum blond inclined his head with an arrogant smirk. “Draco Malfoy, at your service.”

Looking to Hermione, Spike pointed at Draco and asked, “Those the Malfoys you were nattering about?”

Draco shifted his gaze to his girlfriend. “Nattering about me were you, love?”

“You know, this is all swell and peachy with a side of keen, but weren’t we supposed to be shown the grounds so we could get busy working?” Buffy huffed, linking her arm with Spike’s, pulling him away from Draco.

Clearing her throat, the Headmistress hid a smile and nodded. “Yes, yes, of course, Miss… uhm…”

“Summers,” Dawn informed her.

“Thank you, my dear. Now, if Hermione would take Miss Summers and Mister Pratt to the quarry, I’m certain Draco can find something in the Potions department that needs reorganizing or restocking for the younger Miss Summers in the meantime.”

Dawn pouted. “I always get stuck doing something boring.”

Taking her hand and kissing her knuckles, Draco winked at her. “Not true, my dear. I’ll have you know that Potions can be quite exciting,” he cooed, luring her out of the office.

“Hey, that’s my sister, you shirty bastard!” Buffy shrieked, moving to follow them and save Dawn from Casanova junior.

Hermione stopped her. “He doesn’t mean it, honestly. He knows she’s different… and he’ll keep it a secret.” She smiled amiably. “Keeping secrets is what he’s best at.”

“Bit’s gotta grow up sometime, Buffy,” Spike admonished gently. “She’s gotta learn to hold her own.” He turned his gaze to the brunette witch. “But if he so much as looks at her the wrong way, I’ll eat him… Malfoy or no Malfoy.”

A huge grin broke out on Hermione’s face. “I’ll make sure to mention that to him.” Beckoning the two blonds to follow her, she stepped into the corridor, looking back and smiling. “I think we’ll be fast friends in no time.”
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