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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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307202,1351 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes


April 6, 2005 12:20 PM

There were three people who could help get her revenge on Draco properly. The best friend who came in every once in a while, Willow, and his slayer. The best friend was more likely to tell Draco than help her, Willow didn't want Draco hurt, but Buffy knew that some harmless fun on a watcher was good therapy.

Buffy told herself that this was for a good cause as she pulled Pevensie from her morning lesson. The risk was too high to find Pevensie after lessons because Draco would more than likely be with her.

Pevensie wondered what she had done this time. She could not think of anything. She'd been avoiding Britt and Chelle, the two girls she had the most trouble from.

"What'd I do now?"

Buffy grinned. "Actually, it's what you're going to do that could possibly get you into trouble. But it's all in the name of 'Draco pissed me off and now I want to get him back'. Just a teensy bit of fun-filled revenge. Can I count on you?"

"What are you going to do to him?" Pevensie asked suspiciously.

"That's the thing. I'm not sure. Nothing damaging or anything. I don't want to make him physically suffer. Too much." Buffy started to lead them down the hall as they continued to talk in hushed voices. "Look, he's avoiding me because he knows that Buffy isn't a happy camper right now. I don't know what would be a good prank."

"Well, I don't know either. Unless you do something to his hair, but I can't be involved in that. He's finally getting to like me."

"You don't even have to be mentioned if you don't want the glory." Buffy's mind was quickly processing. "His hair you said? Does he have any colors he absolutely hates?"

"Pink," Pevensie said without hesitation. "He hates that I put pink in mine."

Buffy stopped as a grin spread across her face. "Well, that will soon be very hypocritical of him since he's going to have hair to match. Now if I can figure out a way to make it permanent against magic. Willow will ask questions. Maybe Anya or Mac can do some mojo."

"Mac's not here. She spent the night with Neville."

Pevensie giggled about that.

"Besides, all you have to do is get some in his shampoo."

She blinked at the mention that Mac was off with her... whatever that guy was, but continued on. She'd chat with the other slayer later. "Well, putting it in his shampoo is the easy part. Keeping it so he doesn't wave that damn wand of his and get his hair back to normal is the difficult part. It's no fun if the public humiliation isn't public."

"No magic. Can't help there. Blaise could, though, but would he?"

Buffy shrugged. "He was top of my list to enlist in the prank, but I don't know him and I don't know how to get in touch with him. Wouldn't he just run and tell Draco?"

"No," Pevensie said, laughing. "He'd so help. That's so their thing. Come on. We can floo him from Draco's rooms."

When Pevensie started off to Draco's rooms, Buffy panicked. "Wait, won't he be in there, or be able to tell or something?" She'd never done the magic stuff really well.

"He's out on an errand for ingredients, whatever that's about. No we're good, and who cares if he can tell the floo has been used. Blaise and I can talk. Hello."

Buffy's eyebrow went up but she still kept an eye out until they got to Draco's rooms. "You talk with Draco's adult male friends? Isn't that against some sort of, I don't know, ethical code?"

"I'm like the bratty kid sister. Didn't your sister ever talk to your friends and stuff?"

She threw some floo power in the fire and stuck her head in. "Zabini Manor!"

After a few minutes she started calling for Blaise.

The first thing Blaise noticed was that his house elves were going just a little nuts. He walked out of the room he'd dedicated to housing his decorating books and watched as one ran down the hall waving its arms in the air.

"Master! Master! There be a demon in the floo!"

At first, he about had a heart attack. "Quickly, describe it to me."

"It look like a girl, but the hairs be wild."

Blaise's brow furrowed and he rushed down the hall to the main parlor, his wand drawn. Carefully, he inched his way around the corner to peek into the room. Once he saw who was at the floo, he relaxed. "Fucking house elves. It's not a demon, you idiots!"

He walked towards the fireplace. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Shouldn't you be learning to hit something?"

"Buffy's mad at Draco and wants you to help make his hair pink. Come over."

Blaise immediately started laughing and it took a few moments for him to calm down enough to floo into Draco's rooms. He was still chuckling as he stepped through. "So," Blaise said, looking Buffy up and down. "Draco's done something to piss you off. Welcome to the rest of the population."

"Can you do it or not?" she asked, crossing her arms.

Blaise grin was positively wicked. "Oh, but why stop with his hair?"

Buffy blinked. "Okay, I like you now."

"Only his hair," Pevensie said. "Anything else is overkill. Besides, he likes his hair the most."

"You don't have to tell me that. He declared me his mortal enemy when we were four because I took his hairbrush. I've yet to hear a girl squeal in a higher pitch than he did." Blaise sighed and thought about some pranks he'd been dying to try. "Okay, the hair is the only color I'll help change, but I at least add a tiny little icon to some of his clothing?"

Buffy grinned. "Considering you just gave me excellent blackmail material for future references, I'm inclined to give you whatever you want."

Blaise leered at Buffy. "Sorry, but you're not my--" He stopped and looked her over. "Actually you are my type, but there is already one woman with supernatural strength who would like to kill me in this building. No need to add another."

He looked over at Pevensie. "Do I have your permission?"

He need to protect Draco was winning out here. She was wary and was now regretting involving Blaise. She didn't want her watcher angry with her. She was just beginning to really feel like she and Draco were on the same side.

"My permission to what? I'd like to know what I am agreeing to first. If this is in any way going to break any part of him, the deal is off, and I break every bone in you hands. There's still this one thing that you and I have never discussed."

Pevensie gave him a hard look. There was a part of her that liked Blaise and knew he would never do anything to really harm Draco, but something he had done had harmed Draco. And her too. Draco had forgiven him, but he was not her best friend. There was a tiny part of Pevensie that still did not trust Blaise not to hurt her watcher again.

Blaise rolled his eyes to fend off the serious discussion. "Like I'd do anything to intentionally hurt him. I'm going to add the emblem of our house rival in school to his things. The moment he sees them, he'll know it was me, although I'm not going down for this myself."

Buffy shrugged when he looked at her. There was underlying tension, and she was going to start monitoring this situation carefully. If something broke up the dynamic between watcher and slayer, they were going to have a problem. "Hey, I want him to know it's me. I plan on standing outside his door on the morning to hear the screams of rage."

"Excellent. I can charm the clothes and the shampoo right now and they'll never activate until tomorrow morning."

Pevensie frowned. She did not know the wisdom of doing anything involving that Potter guy. Draco really disliked him. He was still irritated that Willow kept saying Harry Potter had been nice to her.

"How long is it going to last?"

She could at least do some damage control since this union was basically her fault.

Blaise glared at her. "As long as I want it to. Someone's being a wet blanket about the whole thing. You're not going to tell him, are you?"

Pevensie raised an eyebrow in what she knew was a perfect imitation of Draco's annoyed face.

"I can keep a secret."

She let that lie. He'd know what she meant or not know.

"One day. Twenty-four hours, and that's it. Any longer than that, you do anything outside what was agreed on, and I tell Mac you've been talking trash about her. And no Slytherin loopholes. You know exactly what I mean by my words, so don't go twisting them around to suit your own needs."

Blaise stopped to glare at the little slayer. "I don't know whether to be proud or pissed." He shook his head and headed into the direction of Draco's bedroom.

Buffy just stared after him. "What was that all about? And you know I wouldn't let Mac go after him again. She got her punch out. We can't go around hitting our ex-boyfriends, no matter how much of a bastard they are."

"Sometimes he doesn't think about hurting Draco before he does stuff. He doesn't mean to, but Draco's not the same person Blaise knew when they were growing up, and I think sometimes Blaise forgets that. Draco's the only person who's ever given a crap about me, so he has my loyalty until the end of time. Jokes, fine, but I can't let it go too far. I think the little things bother him more than he would like them to."

She smiled down at the other slayer. "Then he's lucky he has someone like you to look out for him. But you can't protect him you know. That's his job."

"It's a mutual thing," Pevensie said. "We protect each other."
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