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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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307196,4951 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Guilt

May 17, 2005 9:47 PM


Willow opened the door to Draco. Pevensie was really upset. Willow had managed to calm the girl down, but Draco would have to fix it.

"You and I are having a conversation about what not to do to our slayers later," Willow said.

"Buffy already gave it to me. Mind if I speak to Pevensie alone?"

Willow did not answer but walked into her bedroom. "If you need me, I'm in my room."

Pevensie nodded then turned her back to Draco. She was sitting on the couch. Willow had cleaned up her bleeding nose. Her arms were wrapped around her middle.

"So perhaps I could have handled that better," Draco said, sitting down.

Pevensie turned and glared.

"But I don't know how I could be more proud of you."

She blinked. His voice had been filled with emotion. That was unusual for her watcher.

"I was watching. I was right there if you really needed me. You did not need me. You were amazing. You're getting better. You're smart and resourceful. You adapted to the situation and got out of it. I'm sorry if I hurt you. That was not my intention."

Pevensie didn't know what to say, but she did feel her eyes tearing up.

"I'm so lucky to have a good student. I won't ever do that to you again without warning. I apologize for frightening you. If you had gotten into real trouble, please believe I would have assisted you. I would never leave you alone."

Pevensie just nodded. She did not know what to say. She had always wanted this sort of approval from someone. She had been hurt by him doing that, but to know that he was there, even if she had thought herself alone at the time, was comforting now.

"Will you say something?" Draco asked quietly.

Her silence was making him worry.

"I was scared," she said softly.

A foreign feeling settled over Draco - he felt terrible. He felt guilty. His stomach was churning. He was not used to this. The only time he had felt worse was in his sixth year. That had been dread, though. This was worse in his opinion.

"I-I'm so sorry. I really am."

She knew he'd hate this, so Pevensie threw her arms around him in a hug.

Draco stiffened when she hugged him at first, but then he relaxed. He was not good at being physical with people platonically. He rubbed her back awkwardly and felt even more guilt when his shirt began damp from her crying.

"Please... don't cry."

"Promise," she whispered. "Promise not to do that again. It makes me think you don't like me."

"Of course I like you. Don't be ridiculous."

"You have a funny way of showing it," Pevensie sniffed out.

"Not the first time I have been told that. Am I forgiven? I promise not to do that again. I have bad plans. Sometimes they blow up in my face. I was there, though. I didn't leave. I would not leave."

"But I thought you did."

"I know. I'm sorry for that."

Pevensie leaned back to look at him. "I did okay, though?"

"You did better than okay. You were bloody brilliant. Buffy's threatening to take us off patrols because of this, but I won't let her do that. You need the practice. I think you might even start training with some of the older girls."

She smiled at that. Draco was surprised by he relief that flooded him when she did.

"And as a real apology, I will be taking you for lunch at one of Astoria's favorite little fancy restaurants, and you can eat whatever you like in as large of portions as you want. You need reasons to wear some of those fancy dresses I got you."

"Can Blaise come with us?"

"You like him then? Not angry with him any longer?"

"I had fun on my birthday with the two of you."

Draco smiled. "Perhaps we can talk him into visiting his family in Italy again."

"I liked that too," Pevensie said.

Draco was glad she understood. He had not realized how upset she was when he was defending his decision to Buffy. Maybe he needed to speak to his mother about all of this, be a little nicer to her.

"Did you want to stay here with Willow or come back to my rooms? You can have the bed and I'll take the couch."

"Or we could go down to the TV room and watch movies. I can't sleep yet."

"You're going to make me watch girlie movies, aren't you?"

"I just might. I think you deserve at least that."

Willow had been listening at the door. She smiled and went to get in her bed. They were going to be all right. She was still annoyed with Draco, but she was not the important one - Pevensie was.
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