Harry Potter and the Vampire Slayer
A Vampire at Hogwarts
Chapter Thirteen
by: Miss Witch
Rated NC-17
Summary: A vampire shows up at Hogwarts, leading to B/G goodness
Disclaimer: I know nothing, I own nothing. Blah, blah, blah. Don't sue!
Spoilers: This takes place before Season 4 of Buffy, and after -Goblet of Fire
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Author's Notes: I'd love to tell you that I made up a form of divination as inane as ceromancy, but I regret to tell you that I didn't. (no offense to anyone who happens to practice it intended)
This chapter is dedicated to all the people who send me feedback for every chapter (Ness, Meri, Kerrie, Kristin and anyone else I may have forgotten) and who have been very patient in waiting for this chapter. And have been only slightly snarky about asking when it was going to be posted. I hope that you'll find this was well worth the wait.
"The spirits have informed me that it's time to move on to ceromancy." Professor Trelawney told the fifth years as she flitted around the room. Ron and Harry struggled to keep their eyes open as she spoke. As usual, Professor Trelawney had a huge fire roaring in the fireplace, causing the room to be overly warm. Heavy incense burned at various points in the room, creating an even more stifling atmosphere.
Ron rolled his eyes at Harry as the professor droned on and on about the spirits and her Inner Eye. As usual, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil hung on Professor Trelawney's every word, their eyes following her every move. Harry shook his head, mostly to keep himself awake, but partly in disbelief at their devotion. As far as he knew, the professor had made two accurate predictions in her entire life, and one had been that Voldemort would rise again.
"Ceromancy is a delicate form of divination." Professor Trelawney twittered as she moved around the room. "Not everyone has the sharp eyes needed to be successful at reading the symbols." Here the professor paused to frown at Ron, who'd unconvincingly turned his snickers into a cough. "A small bowl of cold water has been placed on your tables." she continued, gesturing towards the pale blue bowls. "You will light your candles and allow the wax to drip into the water. Once the wax has cooled, remove the symbols from the water with the spoons." Professor Trelawney held up a spoon to show the class. Lavender and Parvati ohhhed and ahhhed as if they'd never seen one before. Lavender raised her hand.
"Please, Professor, will psychic vibrations rub off if we don't use the spoon?" she asked. Professor Trelawney looked a bit startled at the question. She blustered a bit.
"No, your hands will simply get wet." she admitted. Dean Thomas' eyes began to water as he tried to repress his laughter. "Consult chapter 16 of 'Unfogging the Future' for the interpretation of your symbols." the professor instructed.
The room was filled with the noise of students moving around, preparing to practice the professor's lesson. Dean shook Seamus Finnegan to wake him up. Ron shook his head in disgust, even as he opened his text book to the proper chapter.
"Trelawney's off her rocker." he muttered to Harry. Harry agreed wholeheartedly with this statement, but as the professor was looking towards their table, he strove to look studious. Harry lit his candle and held it over the water, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
"I bet Buffy and the others are upset they don't have to come to this class." he said to Ron as they both watched the dripping wax. Ron's eyes slid toward the professor, who was praising Lavender for her excellent wax symbols.
"I heard that Professor Giles said that Trelawney couldn't predict the sun would rise in the east." Ron told him. Seamus leaned across to Ron and Harry.
"No one said that Professor Giles was stupid." he said. Harry and Ron grinned at him. Deciding he had enough wax in the water, Harry blew out his candle.
"Still, it would have been nice to have someone else for Professor Trelawney to flinch at." Harry said wistfully. "Could you imagine the predictions she'd make for Buffy?"
"Shame she didn't predict that Malfoy would get covered in demon bogeys at the Halloween feast." Ron pointed out, sending the people within earshot of his comment into gales of laughter. Professor Trelawney sent a disapproving glare in their direction, so the boys quickly straightened their faces. It did not, however, stop them from remembering what Draco had looked like after the demon had covered him in mucus. A look of rapture crossed Ron's face as he remembered the sight of Draco Malfoy dripping with bright green slime. "That was the greatest day of my life."
Harry fished his wax symbols out of the water with the spoon and set them in a row to study them. They pretty much looked like blobs of wax to him. Ron leaned closer so that he could see Harry's wax symbols.
"They don't look like much of anything." he said, offering his opinion.
"Did you expect them to?" Harry asked in disbelief. Ron shook his head as he flipped through his book.
"No, but it would've made for a nice change." he said. "Ok, that one" Ron said, pointing, "looks like a four leaf clover. Oh, you're in for a bit of good luck. And that one kind looks like a bird. Maybe a hummingbird?" Ron suggested. Harry shrugged. "You have unsurpassed maneuverability and energy." he read. Ron looked up at Harry. "Maybe you're going to have good luck during a quidditch game." Harry grinned at his friend.
"Your turn." he said to Ron, gesturing at the candle. "Let's see what the future has in store for you." Ron reached over and picked the candle up off the table. He was just about to light it when Professor Trelawney swept over to the table.
"Oh gracious." she gasped, clutching her shawl tightly to her chest. "Oh my goodness. Never have I seen such a dark reading."
"Here we go." Harry muttered to Ron. After three years of the professor predicting his death, Harry was unfazed by her next words.
"Death." Professor Trelawney said mournfully. She picked up one of the wax objects. "A tombstone, a symbol of impending death." Setting it down, she picked up the other wax symbol. "And the hourglass. I fear it is only a matter of time before your untimely death." Harry and Ron had heard this all before. The professor's prediction was nothing new.
Luckily for Ron and Harry, the class ended, allowing them to escape. Unfortunately, they weren't quick enough to the trap door. The rest of the class beat them to it, and they had to wait until everyone had climbed down the ladder. Ron was just about to put his foot on the first rung when a voice from behind stopped him.
"Harry." a deep voice called. Harry and Ron swung around. Professor Trelawney was standing motionless between the tables, her eyes rolled back in her head. "Not even the Slayer will save you this time." she told him. "Her blood will make The Dark Lord even stronger."
"We need to get out of here." Ron whispered to Harry. Grabbing Ron's arm, Harry shook his head.
"No, we need to hear the whole thing." he whispered back. The professor's arm raised and she pointed at Harry accusingly.
"The Dark Lord's followers will restore his power, and there is nothing you or the Slayer can do." Having said that, Professor Trelawney dropped limply into a chair. Her head jerked up and she looked around the room sleepily.
"Go!" Harry hissed. "Before she fully wakes up." Ron jumped onto the ladder, climbing down swiftly. Harry followed close behind.
"What the hell was that?" Ron demanded as they scurried down the hallway. Harry glanced over his shoulder at the ladder still dangling from the ceiling.
"I'm pretty sure we just witnessed an actual prediction." Harry told him.
"You're kidding?" Ron said in disbelief. Harry shook his head.
"I'm serious, Ron. That's almost the same thing she did when she predicted Peter Pettigrew returning to Voldemort." Ron flinched at the use of the evil wizard's name, but said nothing about it.
"We gotta tell someone." Ron puffed as they turned a corner.
"Whoa!" a voice said as they plowed headlong into a tall figure. Ron and Harry stumbled backwards, but the figure grabbed them by their cloaks and steadied them. Harry looked up at him.
"Professor Giles, I was just coming to see you." Harry said.
Ron and Harry stepped through the portrait hole that led to Buffy's training room with a mixture of awe and curiosity. No one from Hogwarts had been allowed in this room, not even them. Fred and George had tried to get in, but had been told very gently by Willow that this was Buffy's private space, she wasn't here for people to gawk at.
"Wow!" Ron whispered, taking in all the training equipment. A rhythmic thumping sound drew his attention to one side of the room. Buffy, dressed in a tank top, and training pants, was pummeling a training dummy. "Awesome!" he breathed.
Buffy's Slayer hearing picked up his whisper and she looked up in surprise. Buffy looked from Ron and Harry up to Giles, her eyes full of questions. Giles motioned toward a table in the corner.
"Go sit down, boys." he ordered, as he moved toward his Slayer. Harry and Ron took seats in the plush chairs and idly shuffled through the books on the desk.
"'Demons: Where to find them?'" Ron read. "'What's What in the Demon Realm'? This one's not even in English." he said holding one up for Harry to see.
"Giles, what's going on?" Buffy asked softly as Giles approached her. Her skin gleamed with sweat as she began to strip the protective tape off her hands. She looked past Giles' shoulder at the two boys rifling through their books. "Why are they here?"
"We have a problem." Giles said, cupping Buffy's face in her hands. "I'll explain, or rather, Ron and Harry will explain, when the others get here." Glancing over his shoulder, Giles saw that Ron and Harry were absorbed in the books and weren't paying attention to them. He leaned down and kissed Buffy gently. Buffy smiled against his lips. Now that the whole school knew about the two of them, he'd been more willing to be demonstrative in front of the others.
"Ah, my eyes." Xander mocked as he came into the room. "I'm scarred for life." Giles pulled away from Buffy to glare at Xander.
"Really, Xander." he said. "One would think after I caught you making such a display with young Katie Bell in the supply cupboard, you'd have more sense." Xander looked sheepish and scuffed his toe on the floor. Buffy grinned at him.
"And what is it with you and closets?" she asked. Xander blushed.
"So," he said, desperately changing the subject. "that was an interesting little messenger thing you sent, Giles." Willow nodded.
"It was a little disconcerting to be sitting in class and have this silver little darty thing show up and poof in front of our faces, telling us to come to the training room." she said. Giles gestured at the table where Ron and Harry sat.
"We have a bit of a situation." he said. The gang made their way to the table and sat in the chairs surrounding it, looking expectantly at Harry and Ron. Buffy peeled the remainder of the protective tape from her hands as Harry launched into what had happened up in the Tower room. She froze the second that Harry brought up her blood making Voldemort stronger.
"That sounds like…" she began. Harry paused and looked at her curiously. "…my dream." she finished. Buffy looked over at Giles, who nodded for her to continue. "I had a dream my first day here." she explained. "Voldemort called me the final ingredient."
"A prophecy dream?" Willow asked in concern, looking up at Giles. Giles nodded.
"I'm almost certain it was." he said, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Buffy's description of the central figure matched the one Harry gave Professor Dumbledore of Voldemort last year after the Triwizard Tournament." Giles replaced his glasses and looked at each one of them, his face a picture of seriousness. "We must be on our guard. The Fyarl demon attack on Harry was probably just the beginning. We now know that Voldemort need both Harry and Buffy to carry out his plan." Giles turned to Ron and Harry. "I strongly suggest you fill Hermione in on what happened, have her start looking for a spell that requires the blood of a Slayer."
"Looks like it's time to actively patrol the school at night." Buffy said, getting to her feet. Giles nodded.
"We will work up a schedule so that you're not patrolling alone." he said. Buffy rolled her eyes at him.
"Giles." she said patiently. "Worry about Harry, I'll be fine." Sighing, Xander slouched in his chair.
"Here we go, lover's quarrel." he muttered under his breath. Luckily for him, before Giles and Buffy could begin arguing in earnest, they were interrupted by the logs in the fireplace suddenly bursting into an eerie green flame. "Whoa!" Xander said, jumping in surprise. He leapt out of his chair, and moved behind Buffy when Professor Dumbledore's head appeared in the flames.
"Rupert," Dumbledore's disembodied head said, "we have an intruder in the castle." Dumbledore turned to look at Buffy. "We believe it's a vampire."
"Where?" Buffy asked.
"It was last seen in the dungeons, near Professor Snape's classroom."
"I'm on it." Buffy threw herself into motion. Grabbing a sweatshirt and a wooden stake, she practically ran from the classroom.
"Willow, Xander, Oz, get Harry and Ron back to the dormitory. Keep an eye on them. And don't let anyone out of the tower." Giles ordered. He grabbed a stake and ran after Buffy.
Immediately, Willow, Oz and Xander moved into action. They all grabbed wooden stakes and motioned for Harry and Ron to follow them. Oz carefully opened the portrait and peered into the hallway. Seeing nothing, he signaled the all clear. Willow and Xander flanked Harry and Ron as they moved swiftly down the hall to the Gryffindor dormitory.
Buffy moved swiftly through the halls, Giles close behind her. Some seventh year girls sighed as Giles ran lithely passed them, bemoaned their luck that the Slayer beat them to him. Buffy halted at the top of the stairs that led to the dungeon rooms.
"Separate or together?" she asked Giles, eyeing the stairwell. Slightly out of breath, Giles didn't speak for a moment. He gave her a look that said there was only one option.
"Together." he said, once he'd caught his breath. Nodding, Buffy cautiously crept down the steps, stake raised and ready.
"Definitely a vampire." Buffy whispered, as her spider sense started tingling. Close behind her, Giles kept a watchful eye for any movement. They searched the dungeon rooms in silence, but found nothing.
"There's nothing down here." Buffy whispered. Giles was about to suggest that they move on to another portion of the dungeons when there was a crashing behind them. Buffy bounded passed Giles and burst into the room the sound had come from.
"Oh my God!" she breathed, freezing in her tracks. Giles rushed to her side.
"What is it?" he asked, following her gaze. Horror and dismay filled him when he realized that Buffy was staring at a figure in the middle of the room. "Oh dear Lord." he breathed. The figure stared back at them.
"Hi guys!" it said rather meekly, giving a small wave. Buffy put her hands on her hips.
"Angel, what the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.
Buffy led Angel to her training room while Giles went to inform Dumbledore that the vampire had been found and that it posed no danger to the students. Giles hadn't said anything to her before he'd left them, but Buffy could tell that he wasn't very happy about Angel's appearance.
Buffy, herself, had mixed feelings about Angel's arrival at Hogwarts. Her heart had given a little leap when she'd first saw him, but that was it. No swelling music, no feeling of completeness. Just the acknowledgement that Angel was still a hottie.
"Nice room." Angel said, looking around the training area. Buffy shrugged nonchalantly.
"I like it." she said, standing a distance away from him. Whatever welcome Angel had expected, it definitely hadn't been this wary coldness that emanated from Buffy. The former lovers stared at each other in silence for a moment. "Why are you here?" Buffy asked finally. Angel walked toward her and took her hands in his.
"You're in grave danger if you stay here." he said earnestly, looking deep into her eyes. Buffy blinked and much to Angel's surprise began to laugh.
"That's your big news?" she asked in disbelief. "You traveled to England and broke into Hogwarts to tell me that?" Buffy pulled her hands from his grasp. "Newsflash, Angel. I'm the Slayer, my life is always in danger."
Confused by her attitude and her emotional distance, Angel shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
"You don't understand, Buffy." he said. "There's a powerful wizard named…"
"Voldemort." Buffy finished, much to Angel's surprise. "And evidently, I'm the main ingredient in some serious mojo that'll bring him back into power." Buffy continued. Angel stared at her in disbelief. [She knew.] he thought in confusion. [Buffy knows about Voldemort.] Buffy watched the play of emotions that crossed the vampire's face. She saw shock, disbelief and disappointment.
"How do you know all this?" Angel asked finally. Buffy laughed at his confusion.
"Do you have any idea where we are?" she asked. "Do you know what this place is?" Buffy gestured vaguely to encompass the whole school. "This is a school for wizards and witches. The very name Voldemort scares the hell out of these people." Buffy cocked her head as a thought occurred to her.
"How do you know about Voldemort?" she asked. Angel shrugged, his broad shoulders moving restlessly.
"A friend of mine has visions." he said by way of explanation. "He saw that you were in danger. I had to come warn you." Buffy gave Angel a slight smile.
"Thanks, but it wasn't necessary." she said gently, understanding beginning to dawn. "I have the gang, and Giles, to take care of me." Angel nodded sadly.
"I just wanted to keep you safe." he said, reaching for her hands again. Buffy let them lay limply in his.
"It's not your job anymore." Buffy told him. "It's Giles' job now." Angel looked at her in shock.
"Giles?" he asked in disbelief. Buffy nodded, a small smile on her face.
"Giles."
Buffy stood across from the portrait of the stuffy English guy that guarded Giles' door. It raised an eyebrow at her.
"Password?" it inquired, haughtily. Buffy raised her eyebrow right back at it.
"Double back flip." she told it. The portrait looked somewhat disappointed as it swung open. It took a minute for Buffy's eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. There were only a few lit candles scattered around the room. Looking around, Buffy's gaze fell upon Giles. He was sitting on the window seat, staring blankly outside, a mug of tea in his hand. Moving silently, Buffy strode across the room and took the mug from him.
"Penny for your thoughts." she murmured softly as Giles started. Giles stared at her in surprise.
"I…" Giles cleared his throat. "I didn't expect to see you tonight." he said softly. Buffy placed the mug on a table then clambered onto the window seat. She sat with her back against the wall, facing him. Crossing her legs, she reached out and took Giles' hands.
"Why not?" she asked, lacing her fingers with his. Giles glanced at her face briefly, then turned back to the window.
"I figured that you and Angel had a lot to catch up on." he said, his voice carefully devoid of emotion. Much to his surprise, Buffy scooted herself forward and placed herself in his lap, her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and rested his chin on the top of her head.
"We did catch up." Buffy told him. "It took all of fifteen minutes. Angel still wants to be my hero, and I told him that it was your job now." she told Giles, plucking at his shirtsleeve. Giles grew very still.
"You told him what?" he asked. Buffy turned to look Giles in the eye.
"I told Angel that things were over between him and I. It isn't his job to protect me anymore, because that job belongs to you." Buffy smiled softly. Reaching up, she caressing Giles' cheek. Giles stared at her in a mixture of wonder and disbelief. "I love you, Giles." she whispered. Leaning forward, Buffy covered his lips with her own.
Giles returned Buffy's kiss hungrily, his lips parting beneath hers. Taking control of the kiss, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, sliding it against her own. Buffy groaned under Giles' expert assault on her mouth. Pressing herself against Giles' chest, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck.
Giles caressed Buffy's hips sensually, his hands moving is slow, lazy circles. The circles grew ever larger and soon his hands slid to her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them.
"Oh, yes, Giles." Buffy cried breathlessly, breaking the kiss. She moved her hands to the waistband of Giles pants, tugging his shirt free. Giles moved his mouth to Buffy's neck, kissing and nibbling her collarbone. With one yank, Buffy ripped open Giles' shirt, sending buttons flying. Running her fingers through the hair on his chest, Buffy rubbed her thumbs against his hard nipples, causing Giles to moan in response. Buffy could feel Giles growing hard against her leg. She reached down with one hand and began to caress him through the material of his pants.
"Buffy." Giles groaned. He grabbed her hand in his. "I don't want you to rush into something you're not ready for." he whispered. Buffy looked into his eyes, bright green with desire and hope. Smiling, she slid her free hand down to his crotch and gave his erection a gentle squeeze.
"If anything, I don't think we're moving fast enough." she told him. Growling, Giles grabbed Buffy tightly in his arms, scooping her up. Buffy giggled as Giles carried her through a doorway into what was clearly his bedroom. She'd always imagined being swept off her feet. Who would've thought it'd be Giles to do the sweeping?
Giles gently placed her on the four poster bed. Buffy forgot about laughing as he stared down at her. She felt like the most beautiful woman in the world under his gaze.
"Are you sure you want this?" Giles asked softly, his body quivering with restraint. Buffy reached up and cupped his cheek.
"Make love to me, Giles." she whispered. Her simple words cut the reins of his control. Climbing onto the bed, Giles placed his hands on the mattress on either side of Buffy's head. He slid one knee between her legs, the other resting against her hip. Leaning down, he began to kiss her again. A long, slow kiss that held a world of promise to Buffy.
Buffy's hands resumed their exploration of Giles' body. Giles groaned against her mouth as she went to work on the zipper of his pants. Once she got the zipper undone, Buffy slid her small hand inside his pants, grasping his hard cock. Startled by the sudden gasp he gave, she quickly let go, afraid she'd done something wrong.
"I'm sorry." she stammered softly, her voice nervous and unsure. "I thought guys liked that." Giles rested his forehead against hers.
"We do, Buffy." he assured her. Giles mentally kicked himself. He'd forgotten that Buffy's one and only sexual experience had consisted of a single night with Angel. And that had been two years ago. "Whatever makes you feel good will make me feel good." he promised. Buffy searched Giles' eyes for a moment and then nodded her understanding.
Giles captured both of Buffy's hands in his, and pinned them above her head. It was a gentle restraint and they both knew she could break his hold. Buffy didn't, however, content to let Giles take the lead.
With his free hand, Giles slid Buffy's sweatshirt and tank top up to her neck, exposing her breasts. Giles bent his head down and captured one of the globes in his mouth. Buffy moaned as he suckled her nipple, writhing beneath him. Never taking his mouth from her breast, Giles looked up at Buffy. She was watching him, her eyes glazed with passion. Her breathing quickened as he released her, licking his way down the valley of her breasts to her other breast. His hand covered the nipple he'd just left, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger.
Buffy arched under his ministrations, breaking the grip Giles held on her hands. She clutched at the bedclothes with one hand, the other holding Giles' head to her chest. Buffy could feel the juncture between her legs growing wet with desire. Twisting her hips, she began to rub herself against Giles' knee. Giles lifted his head from her breast and smiled at her.
"Is there something you wanted?" he asked sexily, shifting his leg so that his knee was pressed tightly against Buffy's sex. Buffy moaned and bucked her hips.
"Please Giles." she begged. Giles sat back on his heels, letting his hands slide lightly over Buffy's body to the top of her training pants. Hooking his thumbs on the elastic band, he slowly began sliding the pants down her body. Buffy lifted her hips so that Giles could pull them off. Giles tossed the pants to the side, then reached up to tug Buffy's sweatshirt and shirt over her head.
Giles stared down at the Slayer beneath him. Buffy's chest was heaving, and she was staring at him hungrily. Giles climbed off the bed, swiftly stripping off his clothes.
"Wow!" Buffy breathed in amazement as she stared at his naked body. Her night with Angel had been so full of hurried desperation that they hadn't taken time to just enjoy each other. Buffy really hadn't had the chance to see a man's erection up close and personal.
"I'm glad you approve." Giles murmured, covering Buffy's body with his own. His hand slid beneath her underwear to her sex. He grinned as he found her wet and ready. Buffy's eyes opened wide with pleasure as he rubbed her clitoris between his fingers.
"God, Giles, please." she begged. Giles tugged on the lace panties, and they easily gave way with a ripping sound. Kneeling between her legs, Giles reached down and placed the head of his throbbing cock at her entrance.
"This is your last chance to say no." Giles told Buffy, the strain of control evident in his voice.
"Now." Buffy whispered, urgently. "Please, Giles. Now." With a groan, Giles eased his cock into her channel. Buffy gasped as he filled her, clutching at him. Giles gave her a moment to adjust before slowly rocking his hips against her. Buffy's hips moved to meet his, driving him deeper within her. Buffy thrashed her head against the pillow as Giles began to speed up his pace.
Giles felt Buffy tense beneath him, and her eyes opened wide as her orgasm crashed over her. She wailed with pleasure as Giles reached down between them, and rubbed her clitoris, prolonging her orgasm. Giles slammed his cock into Buffy urgently, growing close to his own release. With a shout, he went over the edge, taking Buffy with him one last time. Her inner muscles tightened around Giles, milking him as he came inside her.
Buffy wrapped her arms around Giles as he crumpled on top of her, brushing sweat soaked hair from his face. She wondered if she should say something, and if so, what. Giles' lovemaking defied words. [Now I know what a stevedore is.] she thought. Buffy giggled at the random thought. Giles opened his eyes at the sound.
"Not exactly the sound I was hoping to hear right after love making." he said teasingly. Buffy smiled.
"I was just thinking that I now understood what a stevedore was." Giles looked shocked by her reference to the incident with her mother. He rolled them over, keeping them intimately connected, but with Buffy now resting on his chest. Buffy snuggled against him.
"Can I stay here tonight?" she asked. Giles smoothed her hair.
"Of course." he told her. Buffy looked up and smiled brightly.
"And you'll still be here in the morning, non-evil?" Giles grinned.
"I swear, no evilness." he promised.
"Cool." Buffy rocked her hips, causing Giles to look at her in surprise. "'Cause I've always wanted to be on top."