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Summary: **Spoilers for OotP** Formerly titled Merry Christmas, this one shot has turned into a series. Two people at Hogwarts form an unlikely relationship.

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Harry Potter > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: Harry PotterNicolaFR1526,120082,32128 Jul 0331 Jul 03No

Happy Valentine's Day!

This story contains spoilers, from book five of Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. If you haven't read the book yet, go read someone else's fic.

You have been warned.

Title: Happy Valentine's Day
Author name: Nicola
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Warnings: season five of Buffy, book five of Harry Potter. Buffy died and stayed dead, and Dawn's real daddy popped out of the wood work. the Joyce/Snape thing will be explained later in the series.
Pairings: Dawn/Harry
Summary: Continuing the story from Merry Christmas, it's a Valentine's Day Harry and Dawn will remember for a long time
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. I repeat. This is not mine. JK Rowling and Joss Whedon own all. I don't. Got it? good
Rating: PG13, for snoggage.

This story is to be the seccond in a series of quickies. Most of them will be centered around holidays, or pseudo-holidays (last day of school, first day of school, etc.) Hope ya like.


I'm going on vacation tomorrow, with no computer access, and won't be back for two weeks, so the next quickie probably won't be out for at least 2 1/2 weeks. Please be patient, thanks!


"Harry, come on, just tell us who you're going to the Valentine's Ball with!"

"I told you Ron, It's a surprise."

"But why Harry? We've told you who we're going with."

"That's because it's with each other, Mione." Harry was glad that his two best friends had finally stopped denying their chemistry, he really was. But why couldn't they stay out of his love life? Or lack thereof, as far as they knew.


"You'll find out tommorrow night, you can wait that long. Now I've got to go to Occlumency with Professor Snape."

Dumbledore had ordered that they start lessons again, after what had happened last Spring. Of course, now Harry had an upside to every class.

Harry knocked on Snape's door, as he did every Wednesday night, the night that was best for both him and Snape this year.

"Come in." The same snarled reply as always.

Harry walked in, Snape was, as always, sitting in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.

And his daughter, as always, was busy doing homework on the other side of his desk.

They began the lesson


Harry resisted for most of the lesson, he had been getting better and better at it. But as Snape sent his final attempt for the evening, Dawn smiled at Harry, completely throwing off his concentration.

He was able to repel the potions professor, but not before he relived much of what had happened at Christmas.

"Potter!" Snape screamed, startling Dawn. The potions professor leaped at the Boy Who Lived.

"What happened?" Dawn yelled, confused, as her dad chased Harry around the room.

"It seems that your father has managed to see what occured between you two at Christmas time."

Dumbledore had walked into the room without anyone noticing. Everyone stopped at his words.

"What, you think I don't know almost everything that goes on in my school? Severus, I believe you are over-reacting."

"But Headmaster, he-"

"I know exactly what he did, and what he has continued to do since then. I know you do not approve of Mister Potter, but you're daughter's feelings have nothing to do with your own."

"Dawn!" Severus snarled at his daughter.

"Don't yell at her!" Harry exclaimed. "Everything is my fault."

"Nope, not letting you be the hero. Daddy, I know you love me, care for me, and think you have my best interests at heart, but I'm not letting your childhood enemies get in the way of me dating a boy I really like."

"And let me guess. You're planning on taking him to the Ball tommorrow."

"Well, yeah."

"And you planned on telling me this, when?"

"Actually, last night. And the night before, and the night before that, and all the nights before that, since you came back after Christmas Break." she said in a very small voice.

"You realize that I don't like this, and disapprove strongly?" his voice had softened considerably.


"And you, Potter." he snarled. "If you hurt my daughter, in any way, shape, or form, you will wish for death, long before I'm through with you."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now I believe that you two need to be heading back to your common-room, as curfew is in a few minutes." Dumbledore said mildly, but his twinkling eyes suggested that he knew exactly where they were really going.

The two rushed out of the room, glad to have an excuse to get out.

"You have the invisibility cloak?"

Harry pulled the shimmery cloth out of his bag and tossed it over them, and the two ran for the room of Requirement.

The room was decorated much differently then when it had been the headquarters of the DA. It had become a muggle rec room, complete with big screen tv, dvd player, pool table, video games, all enchanted to work inside the castle, and a really comfortable couch.

They cuddled up on the couch, turning the TV on to a Dawson's Creek rerun.

"That could have been much worse."

"Very much so. I was sure he would at least injure me before Dumbledore showed up."

"You knew he would? How?"

"Oh, the headmaster always turns up when I need him. Dunno why."

"Oh, come on. You're the Boy Who Lived. Can't have the biggest celebrity in the wizarding world getting hurt at school."

Harry shrugged at this, then reached for his girlfriend, gently kissing her.

An hour later, they returned to their rooms, Harry from "remedial potions" Dawn from "spending time with her father."


"Ok Harry, the ball is today, you can tell us now!"

"Ron. Remember 4th year? You couldn't get Mione to budge either. You'll find out tonight."

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table and began his breakfast. He was excited. Tonight, he would be able to stop much of the sneaking around he had had to do for the past month and a half. Granted, much of his house would probably see him as a traitor, but so what? Been there, done that. He and Dawn could cuddle by the fireplace in the common-room, instead of having to go all the way to the room of requirement for quality time together. Not that they would stop the trips to that room, as he loved watching muggle movies with her.

"Harry!" he got the impression that this wasn't the first time Hermione said his name.


"Don't you want to open your Valentines?"

Harry suddenly notice the large pile of envelopes sitting in front of him that had been delivered by the cupids flying around the room.

He began to open them.

"Gods Mione! Don't these girls have anything better to do then write me love letters?"

"Nope. You are a hero, Harry. Look here's one from a witch with kids at Hogwarts!"

Ron shuddered. "Now that's just creepy."

He finally found the one he was looking for. It was in a plain white envelope, and wasn't singing or reciting poetry like the others. He opened it. The cover was a bunch of hearts, enchanted to dance around, the inside had one word, that kept fading in and out of visibility.


He sighed. She was just too perfect for him.

As there was still snow all over the grounds, they spent the morning having snowball fights. At about 2, all the girls ran in to start getting ready. The boys headed in at 6. By 7, everyone was ready. Harry was wearing his bottle-green dress robes. He had tried to tame his hair, but failed miserably.

Ron was wearing the ocean blue dress robes his brothers had bought for him, as a 16th birthday present.

The girls of Gryffindor began their descent down the circular stairs. Hermione was first, wearing robes in a seafoam green color. Her hair was once again straight, this time curled so it was slightly wavy, with the front pulled back into a bun. Ron was looking at her in awe.

"You two go ahead, I'll meet you downstairs." The couple, eager to get to the dance, aquiesced easily.

Slowly, the room emptied, until there was no one left but him and Dean Thomas.

"You DO have a date, right Potter?"

"Yes, Dean." Harry left it at that, although he could see that Dean wanted more.

Ginny Weasley came down the stairs in dress robes obviously bought for her by the twins. They were emerald green, and fit her perfectly.

"Good luck Harry! She'll be down in a minute." Ginny was the only Gryffindor who knew about them. She had even spent a few nights with them hanging out in the room of requirement. She was one of Dawn's few friends in Gryffindor. It wasn't surprising, with the Weasley family's stance on muggle-borns. And Dawn was indeed muggle-born, even with her father being who he was. Harry had yet to get all of the details, but he knew that she had been raised muggle, albeit with a slayer for a sister, and hadn't known that Snape was her father until recently.

Ginny dragged the inquisitive Dean out of the room.

And his angel began her descent. She had eschewed her normal tradition and worn dress robes. The robes were a soft pink color that went beautifully with his own robes. Her hair was done in an elaborate twist, and she had softly applied the most miniscule amount of make-up.

"Merlin, you are beautiful." he whispered.

"You don't look so bad yourself." She pulled him in for a kiss. "We better get downstairs, before Daddy dearest starts getting cranky."

He laughed. She had told her father of their plan to arrive slightly late, only so that he would try to murder Harry, wondering why they were tardy.

They walked down to the Great Hall, hand in hand. Most of the school was already sitting. Instead of house tables, many small tables, holding six people, had been set up. Harry hooked Dawn's arm in his, and the two entered the room.

The hall became silent. Everyone was staring at them. Dawn searched for a moment, then lead Harry towards the seats that had been saved for them. They got to the table, and Harry smiled at the fact that Ron, Hermione, and Dean were as speechless as the rest of the Hall. Ginny had left them seats between Ron and her. Harry took the one closest to Ron, helping Dawn into the chair next to Ginny.

As they sat, Dumbledore stood, and raised his hand for a silence that already reigned.

"Welcome to the Valentine's Day Ball!"

Dumbledore talked for a few minutes, Harry took the time look around the lavishly decorated room. The hall was done in reds and pinks, with floating cupids holding lanterns where the candles would normally be. The Weird Sisters were back again, and they had a small stage set in the corner.

When Dumbledore was done talking, everyone began to pick up their menus and firmly state their choices.

As the food appeared, Ron finally came out of shock.

"Snaperella!" he hissed. "Your date is Snaperella? Is this some kind of joke? Are you forgetting who her father is?"

"How could I forget Ron, with you calling her that horrid name all the time? So what, she's related to him? Big deal."

"Have you forgotten all the absolutely horrid things he's done to you for the past 6 years?"

"You of all people, Ron Weasley, would judge someone by their family?" By this time, Harry was shouting, and everyone was looking at their table. "If you'll excuse me, I would like to converse with my girlfriend."

"G-G-Girlfriend?" Ron sputtered, as Harry turned away.

Harry and Dawn talked quietly throughout dinner, Ron ate his food in silence, and Hermione berated him.

"Ronald Weasley! At least at the ball in fourth year, you insulted Viktor behind his back. You said all that well within her hearing! How do you think that made her feel!"

"You seem to be forgetting one thing 'Mione! She's a Snape. She doesn't feel."

"I assure you Mr. Weasley, that is not true."

Ron turned slowly to face the irate potions teacher. All around the hall, people were getting up, as their tables sent themselves towards the walls. No one noticed the small commotion taking place at their table.

"Dawn, I had wanted to give these to you earlier, but you didn't stop by for your usual visit today. I can see why now, and completely forgive you for it." Snape handed her a box. She opened it, and squealed. An envelope and a smaller box were inside. "And 10 points from Gryffindor for insulting a teacher's ability to feel, Mr. Weasley."

Dawn opened the box, to find a beautiful silver necklace, with an emerald teardrop hanging of of it. She ripped open the envelope next.

Harry looked inquisitvely at her as she read.

"Everyone's fine, Willow sent me the necklace to wear for the dance."

Harry carefully put the necklace on his girlfriend. Dawn handed her father the empty box and the letter, which he slipped into his robes and then stalked off. Dawn then dragged Harry out onto the dance floor, where the rest of the school had congregated.

They danced for hours. Dawn allowed Harry to be dragged away by Hermione, then passed around by many of the girls in the school.

She had expected to sit at the table until he came back, but was surprised when first Dean asked her to dance, then Seamus, then Neville. She danced with most of the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, some of the Hufflepuffs, then danced with Draco, because, as her father had said the night before, it was expected of her.

She was dancing with Justin Finch-Fletchley when Ron came over.

"May I cut in?"

Justin backed away, smiling his apologies at Dawn.

Ron put his hands on her waist, and she gingerly put her hands on his shoulders.

"Come for another round of insults?"

"To apologize, actually. I know I'm a complete prat, 'Mione tells me it often enough, but I saw you and Harry dancing out there, and he looked truly happy. The only time I've ever seen him so happy is during quidditch. Now I don't like you. I know that it's rude of me, and that I shouldn't judge you by your father, but I just don't. But if you make Harry happy, I'm willing to forget all of that."

"So let me me get this straight, and translate the British: Your foot is permanently in your mouth, you don't like me because my father is a prick, but you're willing to pretend I'm not related to him because I make Harry happy?"


Harry came over, having finally escaped from the horde of girls wanting to dance with him.

"Insulting my girlfriend again Ron?" his voice was hard, and Ron winced.

"Actually, he was apologizing to me. He admitted that he is the biggest prat in the world."

Harry broke into a smile. "Hermi got pissed?"

Ron hung his head and nodded.

Dawn looked around and saw the prefect glaring at her boyfriend.

"Let me guess: No kissage until you apologize to Snaperella?"

He blushed. "Well, yeah. But I meant what I said. And I will stop calling you that."

"This is great. But Dawn, can we..."

Dawn grinned, grabbed his hand and headed for the door.

Hermione came to stand next to Ron.

"He's in deep." she commented.

"He's not the only one." he said before pulling his girl out onto the dance floor.


Dawn and Harry were sitting on a bench in the merrily decorated gardens.

"I've got a present for you." He pulled a small box out of his pocket.

She opened it and gasped. "It's beautiful!" She put the ring on. It was gold with a deep red stone.

He showed her his hand. On it was a manly version of the same ring.

"If you touch yours, mine will glow blue. If I touch mine, yours will glow the same color. Use it if you ever need me. It's got a locating charm on it, you will automatically know where I am, and vice versa."

She lifted his lips to his.

"Oh how sweet."

The couple looked up, and Harry had a sinking feeling that the romantic moment had ended.

"Little Dolly is all grown up!"

Dawn gasped as she looked at the figure, and shrank into Harry. She was starting to shake.

"What, Little Dolly isn't happy to see me? Miss Edith said you would come to tea with us."

"Dawn, what?"

"W-what are you doing here, Dru?"

"I've got a new Daddy now, and he wants the Little Dolly and her new boy to come to tea, but he said I could play first." she clapped her hands in glee.

"Harry, this is bad."

"We're going to die in the next minute and a half bad?"

"No, Insane vampiress going to torture us for a few hours before handing us over to your Voldy-thingie bad."


"Dru, what does your new daddy want with us?"

The insane vampire pouted. "I don't know. He wouldn't tell me."

"Then why is he your new daddy?"

"He promised to get my Spoike back, and remove that horrid chip."

"That's no biggie, I could do that."

"You could?" she looked incredulous.

"Easily, just leave, and come back tommorrow."

Dru laughed. "Oh dearie, you forget. I'm over a hundred years old. I may be insane, but I'm not stupid! The stars laugh at your lies. Come now, we're late for tea."

"Wand out would be a good idea." Dawn whispered to Harry as about 10 minions came out of the bushes.

"We haven't covered vampires yet." he whispered back.

"Fire. What's a charm for fire?"

"Incendio" he whispered back.

"We want fire, holy water, beheading, or sticking a wand or other piece of wood through their hearts. Go for the minions first."

"Incendio!" Both shouted, aiming at a minion each. The two vampires exploded in to flame. As they tried toput out the fiery heat, they exploded into dust, making Harry cough.

"Sorry, forgot to warn you about that."

They incendio-ed the rest of the minions, and were aiming at Dru, who was about to lunge at them when suddenly the gardens were alive with voices.



Snape, McGonagall, Lupin, and Dumbledore were running for them, followed by most of the DA.

Drusilla turned tail and ran.

Dawn started shaking uncontrollably.

"Shh, It's ok" Harry whispered, holding tightly to his girlfriend.

"What happened?" demanded Snape. "What's wrong?"

"This woman just attacked us, she set vampires on us."

"Not woman. Vampire. One I know."

The members of the DA gasped. Snaperella knew a vampire.

"What do you mean know? I was under the impression that your sister killed any vampires you met."

"Sometimes they get away."

"And this one?"

"Is working for Voldamathingy."

"She was insane!" Harry shuddered involuntarily.

"Many vampires will seem so." Dumbledore said knowingly.

"Nah, Dru is actually off her rocker. Her sire, the vamp who made her, tortured her to insanity before turning her."

"I assume you are speaking of Drusilla?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"A vampire should not be able to get on the grounds. No one is able to, without an invitation."

"Headmaster, obviously the wards have malfunctioned."

"I am not finished Severus. When a child is found to have magic, he or she is sent a letter, inviting him or her to Hogwarts. Even if the child does not immediately go, the invitation still stands. Drusilla was found to have magic, and she would have been a great seer, had she been trained. But her family was devotedly Catholic, and burned the letter. Even after she was turned, the invitation to the school would stand."

"Bloody hell."

"I believe that she will not be able to get into the castle itself, though I am not certain. Mr Potter and Miss Summers-Snape, I would think it best if the two of you proceed straight to your common room. The rest of the students will follow when the dance ends in an hour. Severus, Remus, if you could stand in the entrance hall, to prohibit students from leaving the building? Minerva, if you would patrol the gardens? The rest of you should proceed back to the ball."


Harry and Dawn curled up on the couch beside to fireplace.

"Why did she call you Little Dolly?"

"She kidnapped me, when I was 12. She made me wear old-fashioned dresses and have tea with her and her dolls, until my sister saved me."

"I'm sorry for dredging up old memories."

"It's fine."

There was a long silence, the two were comfortable just sitting there in each other's arms. Finally, Dawn spoke.

"Well, the seccond date is going to have to be pretty interesting to top the first."

"You mean we still..."

"Of course! Why wouldn't we?"

"Well, tonight wouldn't have happened if Voldemort wasn't after me-"

"Oh come off it Harry, it's as much my problem as it is yours. He-Who-Should-Get-Over-Himself wants me as much as he wants you. I wouldn't be surprised if you would want to break up with me. Being around me tends to get people killed." A tear trickled down her face as she said these words.

Harry gathered Dawn into his arms and gently kissed her tears away.

"I think I'll take my chances." he whispered.


The End?

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