Hot Hot Heat
March 24, 2005 6:49 PM
Pevensie had wanted to invite Blaise over for dinner and a movie - her idea. Draco had heard some rumors about Blaise and Willow. He dismissed them, but he did wonder where they came from, so he was going to ask Blaise. Currently he was watching for the pizza delivery chap. Pevensie was chatting with Daisy and Alice. He grinned when he saw Buffy and Willow deep in conversation while walking to the kitchen. Their arms were linked and everything. He liked it when he caught them in a moment where they had tuned the rest of the world out. It made him happy. He and Blaise did that sometimes. Well, not the girlie noises, but the tuning out.
"Hello," Draco said. "Look, this was all the little bit's idea. I'm half hoping she's moved her inappropriate crush to you. At least I could deal with that. At least that one makes sense."
Blaise snorted. "Pevensie does not have a crush on me, all right? While I admit it would be a bit nicer than her pining after bloody Flint, she just doesn't have a crush on me."
He walked into the room fully, his eyes straying over to Willow. She looked better than the last time he saw her, and he'd avoided the Council up until now, even going as far as to avoid Hannah.
"Abbott's been asking about you," Draco said. "Why are you avoiding her?"
The pizza boy had arrived and Daisy waved Draco off as she handled it. With the way Pevensie and Alice were talking so secretively, Draco had to wonder if the delicate little and weird Alice would be joining them as well.
Blaise made a face. "I'm not avoiding her," he lied. "If I was avoiding her I'd move out of her house, you moron."
"I'm not a..." Draco trailed off, a funny look coming over his face.
He stomach dropped. He knew this feeling. It was familiar, and should not be happening. He looked at Blaise. His eyes were wide and terrified.
Then it started burning.
Draco threw himself to the floor, grabbed his left arm and started shouting in pain. It hurt. It hurt worse than he had ever been tortured.
Willow and Buffy had just been making their way back from the kitchen when Draco started shouting. Daisy had fainted and fallen from her chair.
Willow dropped everything in her arms and started screaming. Something was here. Something was calling. It burned. She could feel the fire. It was a hundred times hotter than where she had nearly been burned at the stake.
Buffy caught Willow as she started to collapse. She was looking between Draco and Willow, trying to figure out what was wrong. Unfortunately, the two magic folks were the ones hit with the whammy.
She could see tears pouring over Willow's face and she looked over at Draco. "What's wrong with him?"
Blaise ripped open the shirt sleeve and looked down at Draco's dark mark. "His dark mark is burning, but that's impossible."
Buffy winced when both Draco and Willow let out a painful shout. "Why is it impossible?"
"Because the dark wizard who controls the marks has been dead for nearly a decade!"
Buffy looked down at Willow. "Willow? What's going on? What's happening? Let me do something, give me something to fight, please!"
Pevensie was screaming and trying to get to Draco. Several of the slayers including Alice were holding her back.
"He's not back!" Draco started shouting. "I won't go! I will not be that again!"
Willow started struggling. It was so dark. What was calling was so dark. It was dark along the caliber of the books she'd drained in the Magic Box on her kill Warren and company bender. She started choking and coughed black bile from her mouth as her hair and eyes turned onyx. Several of the younger slayers screamed and backed away as Willow was torn from Buffy's grasp and smacked into the ceiling.
"Oh god, Buffy. Help me. It's so dark."
Blaise tried to hold Draco onto the floor, worried his thrashing against the stone would injure himself more, but he couldn't do it by himself. He looked up at the slayers holding back Pevensie. "Let her down here to help me!"
Pevensie skidded on her knees next to Draco. "You're not going anywhere. You have to stay here and help me. You promised."
He took in some unsteady breaths. "I'm not going. I don't care if he calls. I'm not going."
Pevensie nodded furiously. "Not going."
The pain was starting to subside, and his mind as beginning to clear a bit. He had not been called. The mark had just burned. Strange.
"He's dead, Draco, he has been for years. Maybe you got some sort of backlash from magic done by another Death Eater. The Ministry didn't get them all, you know."
Buffy was staring up at Willow, ready to catch her if she fell, and was just trying to talk to her and keep her grounded. The screaming had stopped but she could see Willow was still in pain. "Talk to me, Wills, how are you feeling?"
The dark took over for just a second. Willow smiled evilly at Buffy. "Like having another round, slay-bitch."
Willow shouted and thrashed a bit. "No."
Suddenly she detached and fell with a shriek. Buffy managed to catch her, though both women went toppling to the floor. Willow started crying.
Just as a precaution, Buffy grabbed onto Willow's arms. "Who is it, Willow? Who's in there? Tell me you've got it under control."
"I'm here. It's me, Buffy. That was... something's coming. Something's burning."
Draco was all sweaty as he tried to sit up. He felt weak. Pevensie helped him.
"It wasn't..." Willow began. "I don't know. Whatever that was, got through the wards. It can't bring Draco out, but it could hurt him into wanting to leave. I don't... all my studying of that Voldemort guy said he's dead and that no one but him could mess with those tats. Maybe someone found a way."
Draco's blood went cold. There was only one person who came to his mind that would want to take over where Voldemort had left off if there was no way of bringing him back - but she was hopefully locked away tight in Azkaban.
Unless his father was having delusions of grandeur now. But Lucius was not powerful enough for this. He would have had to have help. Draco could think of one person smart enough to do that.
"That's impossible," Blaise said as he helped Draco sit up. "The only one stupid enough to do it is in Azkaban and the one smart enough to figure out how isn't powerful enough on his own."
He made a face after he thought about it and turned to Draco. "Your family is one giant pain in the arse, you know that?"
"Family?" Buffy asked, her eyebrows raised.
"I'd rather not air this out in front of an audience," Draco said, gesturing to the younger slayers and Daisy. "It's not them. Not alone, and the only person who... well, he's dead." Well playing dead, anyway.
That one wouldn't deal with Lucius anymore anyway. He didn't deal with anyone. He stayed indoors at all times. On half their visits, Draco was not even allowed inside. The man was a total recluse. Draco highly doubted he was dabbling in the dark arts again.
"Is it over?" Buffy asked, changing the subject as asked. "We need to get you both someplace more comfortable and make sure you're not injured too badly. Then we can hit the books and get into research mode."
She looked down at Willow. "Remind me never to bitch to anyone that things are boring again. Who knew that a Hellmouth wasn't needed for good ol' evil mischief?"
"Lots of bad things happened with this Voldemort guy, Buffy."
"All right, everyone," Daisy said with authority. "That's enough. Show's over. Draco and Willow are all right, and we all have things to do now. Betsy?"
Betsy nodded and took Daisy's desk.
Daisy moved over to Buffy and helped Willow. "Let's get them both to the infirmary. Really I only see bruising, but let's be sure."