Title: In the Tower
Author: Jinni (email@example.com)
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.
Distribution: The normal places.
Author's Notes: Have you seen those commercials for Vegas with the slogan 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas'? Well - let's toss that around to one of those towers at Hogwarts and see what we get.
Dawn glanced up the hallway, shaking her head. This was madness, creeping about a kooky old magical castle in the middle of the night. If a teacher caught her out of her room she was -so- done for. Buffy was already about to ship her back to Cleveland to be with Giles and the others. Finding her sneaking out for a midnight stroll would be just the straw to break the Slayer's back.
And when she was so close to being through with it all.
She wasn't a Muggle by the school's standards, yet she also wasn't a witch. They allowed her to sit in on classes, and Buffy made sure that her home-schooling work was forwarded dutifully by Willow every other week for her to work on while the regular students took notes. She really couldn't blame Buffy for the odd hours she was forced to keep or the complete lack of formal education that she was getting.
After all, she had begged her sister to bring her with her to the school when she was offered the job of assistant Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. Rumor in the halls was that they had wanted to make her a full Professor and not just an assistant, but that some of the older families had put their foot down about having a 'Muggle', even the Slayer, being the sole teacher in a class.
So the job of assistant was offered to her, with a funny witch named Professor Tonks teaching the other portions of the class that involved magic defense. Buffy had been stoked to get offered the chance. With Slayers all over the world, she could just relax and teach.
But she hadn't wanted to take Dawn with her.
"It'll interrupt your entire life, Dawnie. You can stay here with Willow, Giles and Faith and still go to school."
It had broken Dawn's heart to hear her sister say that she didn't want her to go with her, something the brunette seventeen year old hadn't made any reservations about making clear. She had cried and pouted, begged and pleaded on hands and knees for Buffy to bring her.
"I'll do home schooling for my senior year," she had offered through tears. "Just don't leave me! You're all I have left."
How could Buffy not agree? And things had been great so far. She was nearing her eighteenth birthday and had made friends with some of the seventh years. But no one had made a move to become anything more than a friend.
Which is why the invitation she had received that afternoon shocked her.
The south tower was overlooked by most of the staff and students as being too far away for anyone to use for trouble making. It took quite a trek through the halls, with a brief stint through the dungeons, to even get to the staircase that would lead to it.
But, amongst inner circles, it was known as a place of illicit fun. A place where a boyfriend would take his girlfriend for a little alone time. Or for singles to come for a midnight rendezvous. No one had ever invited her there.
She thrust her hand into her pocket, feeling around for the invitation. Midnight - south tower, it said. Nothing more. Not even a hint as to who had sent it, by school owl, right there to her at the Gryffindor table during lunch. Just silvery ink on plain white parchment.
Ginny didn't have a clue, of course, noting only that it couldn't be Ron because he would 'never do that to Hermione'. She also doubted that it was Harry, if only for the fact that he hadn't mentioned anything to her about even liking Dawn in that way.
They had gone straight through the seventh and sixth year Gryffindors, dismissing them all, before starting in on the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
But none of them fit the picture either. Hufflepuffs were far too friendly, for the most part, to engage in something so covert without showing at least -some- of their feelings. And Ravenclaw had never seen one of its members in the south tower. It was looked upon as 'beneath them' to risk their academic careers by doing something that could lead to suspension.
Which left Slytherin.
Dawn shivered, ducking into a side hallway. She was almost there.
Ginny hadn't known what to say about Slytherin house, dismissing them out of hand as being 'stuck up gits' that wouldn't dare take a non-pureblood to the tower. And, while Dawn wasn't a Muggle by virtue of being the Key, she also wasn't a pureblood witch. Even with the Dark Lord gone, some prejudices remained strong within Slytherin house - and that was one of them. It was a shame considering some, like Draco Malfoy, were just too handsome for words. Lip-smacking, drool-inducing, awe-inspiringly handsome.
Would she shag him?
She'd never get the chance, though, so it was a moot point.
The brunette crept quietly towards the winding stone stairs that led up to the tower, wondering if maybe this wasn't just some cruel joke. She could see a soft glow coming from above, and with a nervous heart she began to ascend.
"Hello?" She called out as she neared the top, heart thudding in her chest.
"Are you coming up here or not, Summers? We don't have all night."
Dawn stumbled, catching herself on the wooden banister that ran the length of the stairs, up the wall to her right.
She had to have heard wrong.
There was no way it could be.
She cleared the top of the stairs, blinking as she took in the tower for the first time. Someone had gone through alot of trouble to set up furniture, and she found herself imagining students bringing piece by piece at different points through the years until the tower was comfortable for their activities.
But it wasn't the furniture that shocked her into silence. He was there. Sitting on the edge of a bed that looked like the work of a fourth year Transfigurations student. He had his school robes open, revealing a white undershirt beneath it. His pale blonde hair looked almost white in the candlelight, and silver eyes were sparkling.
"Right - can we get this over with?" He stood, removing his robe.
Dawn froze in place, something not clicking. "Huh? -You- invited -me- here. Why are you in such a rush?"
He paused, shirt halfway unbuttoned. "-I- invited -you-?"
"Uh huh." She pulled the invitation from her pocket. "See. You. Not me. So quit with the superior stuff."
Draco took the invitation from her outstretched hand, his lips twisting into a bitter smile. "We've been set up."
"As in someone's playing with us?" He offered with a roll of his eyes. "I didn't invite you here and you certainly didnt' invite me."
"Oh," Dawn whispered, biting her lip. That was it, then. Just a joke. An awful, cruel, joke. Someone who knew she thought Draco was yummy had gotten him up here, leaving her to be humiliated. Well that was just great. Witch or no, she was going to hex someone when she figured out who did it. "Wait -- you came here, thinking it was me?"
Draco frowned. "Well, why not?"
"Because I'm not a witch?"
He shrugged, a soft snort escaping his lips as he gestured at the bed. "This doesn't require magic, Summers."
"So, what, its okay to be all cuddly with me up here - but down there I'm still just another waste of life?" She snapped, hot with ire.
"Have I -ever- done anything to you?" His voice was low as he stalked towards her. "You're not a witch, true. But you're far from being a Muggle. You -are- magic."
She blushed, those intense silver eyes boring into her like they would see right through to her core, to that magic that made her exist. He hadn't answered her question, but she could see it in his eyes. She wasn't a Muggle, but yes, a night in the tower would change nothing.
But she'd still have that night, in the tower, and memories to last a lifetime.
Besides, there were some rumors involving a certain Slytherin Sex God that she wanted to test out for truth for herself.
"What happens in the tower stays in the tower," she muttered quietly, a mantra, before throwing herself at him.
Ginny cracked one eye open as her roommate slipped in. The sun was beginning to peek into the windows, and Dawn looked as if she hadn't slept a wink.
"Well - who was it?" The red head yawned sleepily, sitting up in her bed to fix Dawn with a questioning stare.
"Not telling." Dawn grinned, flopping bonelessly onto her bed.
"Not fair!" Ginny cried, crawling out of bed to join Dawn on hers. "You have to tell!"
The brunette giggled, shaking her head. "But I'll let you know if you guess --"
The witch looked Dawn over, biting her lower lip in speculation. She had definitely ruled out most of the Gryffindor seventh years - they had been engaged in a late night discussion on Quidditch in the common room until after Dawn was long gone. Her eyes drifted down lower, past Dawn's wrinkled shirt, alighting on her pocket with a suspicious gleam. She reached, yanking the object from her roommate's robe with a flourish.
"Green and silver boxers, Dawnie?" She squealed. "You've been with one of the snakes!"
"Not just any snake." Dawn murmured, a tired smile on her face.
"Merlin!" Ginny gasped. "You didn't. Not him. Of all people. You're joking, right?"
Dawn shook her head in an emphatic 'no'.
"Draco Malfoy." The red head sighed. "You're one lucky girl."
"Tell me about it." Dawn laughed. She rolled over onto her side, giving her roommate a conspiratory smile. "You know that one rumor. . .about the things he can do with his wand. . .?"