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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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307191,8481 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Pink

April 7, 2005 7:34 AM


He'd gone about his normal morning routine. Shower, breakfast, getting groomed. Everything was going well until the grooming. Draco removed the towel from his head to see it was bright pink. Like the exact shade of the chunks in Pevensie's hair.

He grabbed his wand and tried to charm it back blonde.

No luck.

"SONOFABITCH!"

Draco grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, tugging them on.

"PEVENSIE!"

He threw open his door to see Buffy there. "You."

It was one of the most wonderful ways to start her day. She'd hidden camera behind her back and quickly pulled it out, snapping a few pics before bursting into laughter that she'd tried to hold in. "It's perfect! With the little lion and the hair and..." she trailed off, laughing again.

"What?"

Draco looked down. There was a sodding Gryff lion on his shirt. And on his sweatpants. He nodded. He'd just go buy new clothes and wear a bandanna on his head until he could get this fixed.

"Is this because I didn't tell you about Willow? You know, I was the one who got Andromeda Tonks involved, resulting in the scary solicitors that got her released. Oz could have told you just as well as I could have, but you dye his hair pink, and he'd wear it with pride. I hope you like making Pevensie run laps. Because I know she helped you."

Buffy snickered. "Because she can magically change all your clothes? Oh please. I wonder who else is around here often who could do that without you knowing?" She snapped a few more pictures. "No this is for the magical whammy. Think next time before you try to use your stick on me."

"Oh, so I was supposed to let you go off and chop someone up? Yes, because that would be excellent for public relations," Draco snapped, following her.

There were a few younger slayers that giggled at him. Just great. Draco accio'd a black bandanna and tied it on his head.

"I wasn't going to chop anyone up!" she insisted before ripping the bandanna off his head and stuffing it in her back pocket. "Take it like a man, Draco. It's revenge. Get used to it."

"But you were going to hit someone. Don't even bother to deny it," he snapped, smoothing back his hair. "I wasn't just going to stand by and let that happen. I've done quite enough of that already."

He turned to stalk off. There was a group of slayers still giggling.

"What the fuck are you looking at? My hair is pink. Get over it. Not that funny. You'd think you'd never seen pink hair before. And don't you lot have classes? Well, get to them. I guarantee none of your watchers want them having me speak to them today about better way to occupy your time."

He continued storming back to his room. He was going to find something that did not have a sodding lion on it - which he was realizing was doubtful in his closet. If his best black Muggle suit was ruined, he was finally killing someone. That was his 'watcher' suit.

He needed to calm down. That would be difficult, though. He'd never taken well to being laughed it. It was not his strength. His instinct was to strike out at those who would make fun of him, find their weaknesses and crush them. He could not exactly do that here, and more importantly, he did not want to be that person any longer.

Still, old habits did not just die hard with him - they died horrific, screaming flame-y deaths.

Buffy leaned on the door frame and watched Draco go through his closet. "This really bugged you, didn't it? So I changed your hair and clothes. It'll go away in a day. Sure, I'd be pissed if the same thing happened, but it was a joke."

"I don't like being laughed at. I never have. I don't handle it well, obviously. Did you know what this lion represents in my mind? The worst of me. It comes at a time in my life when I was at my most terrible. The hair I can deal with, so long as it's not permanent."

It was silent for a moment.

"I don't take jokes very well."

"I can tell," Buffy replied lightly. "And I don't take being magically frozen when I want to find out what happened to my best friend very well."

"I didn't know that's where you were going. Because if it were me, I tend to come out hexing when someone I care for has been hurt. If Oz hadn't been there that afternoon, I'd have gone with her - for hexing Aurors. I didn't mean to offend you, but I've no chance of stopping you without my wand. I have to use what's at my disposal."

It was cute. He was trying to protect her. Not that she needed the protection, and she didn't want a repeat of Riley who always wanted to be stronger than her, physically and emotionally, in their relationship. But this was sweet. It reminded her of Xander and how much she missed him looking out for her and being the logical voice.

Buffy walked up to him and gave him a hug. The moment she pulled him close, a little roar sounded from his chest. She stepped back and giggled. "It roars!"

"Gods dammit."

He was guessing he was forgiven, though, considering the hug. She had also giggled, so perhaps he could take his lumps today for her amusement.

Buffy grabbed his arm and started dragging him out of his rooms. "If you really want, I'm sure Mac or Willow could un-magick the stuff. I have my proof of what happened and can relive this moment as many times as I want. Now, we have to get to breakfast."

"Who helped you?"

"Your cute wizard friend who comes by sometimes. I just wanted to do the hair. He's the one who insisted on the clothes. I think he was about to make everything pink."

"Mmm," Draco said, filing that away for later. "And why didn't he?"

They were walking along slowly, arms still linked. The rumor mill would be going full swing later. "Because I didn't want you to flip out, but apparently listening to him about the clothes didn't help the situation. The only reason I asked him was because I needed a way to make sure you couldn't wave your wand and get the magic out. Willow wouldn't have helped and I don't feel comfortable asking Mac."

She was going to try to protect Pevensie because the slayer hadn't liked this.

"MacDougal would have helped you. You should have asked her. And how did you get a hold of Blaise?"

Buffy couldn't remember the name of the place Pevensie had shouted, or what it was called when she stuck her head through the fireplace. "He came by to see you, and I seized the day. Carpe whatever."

"Mmm hmm. Of course you did." Draco didn't believe that for a minute. "Willow mentioned you were a terrible liar. I had no idea how bad."

She glared at him. "Shut up or I'll send these pictures to people you'd rather not see them."

Draco glared at her. "Not the worst pictures taken of me, I assure you."

"So are we calling this a tentative truce for now?"

"For now," Draco said, eyeing her. "And the truce only extends to you, not your assistants in this matter."

"Hey, he's your friend and he wanted to go above and beyond what I had in mind," Buffy said defensively. "He's your problem."

"And he isn't the only one who helped you."

Draco smirked at her wickedly before patting the top of her head and walking off. He had a slayer to find.

Buffy immediately grabbed her camera and snapped another picture. She had to hold a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. There was another lion on the back of his pants, and the urge to kick him to make them roar was high. She walked in the other direction, trying to hold in her snickers.
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