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Summary: A fic a day until Christmas- I hope!

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Multiple Crossings > GeneralgrundyFR132415,90703314,7282 Dec 1024 Dec 10Yes

Not What He Had In Mind (HP)

Draco had waited until she was alone. He didn’t know who the redhead or the dark haired boy were- although the boy reminded him irritatingly of Potter- but he knew they were her friends. He was sure he could justify himself to wizarding authorities if anyone made a stink about him breaking the Statute of Secrecy for his sister. But he wasn’t willing to try to persuade her muggle friends that magic was real, much less be hauled in front of the Wizengamot for it.

And he would be. Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater turned accidental sorta good guy, wasn’t under any illusions the wizarding world at large trusted him. Break the Statute in a muggle area, and he would probably be charged with intent to commit abuse of muggles. No, thank you.

He’d noticed his sister- Buffy, he reminded himself, trying to get used to saying it without being surprised by what an odd name it was- had a distressing tendency to cut through cemeteries and down back allies. Neither would have been as worrisome if Draco weren’t aware that on a Hellmouth, either could be deadly. He’d seen vampires wandering the streets at night.

Fortunately, the protective charms and concealment spells he’d cast on himself had held. The bloodsuckers had passed him by as if he didn’t exist, if they’d noticed him at all. He hoped they hadn’t. The concealment spells wouldn’t work on his sister, though. They weren’t intended to hide him from blood relatives.

He suspected his sister had spotted him earlier, but she’d continued walking, and he’d followed at a safe distance. At least, he’d thought it was safe, right up until he rounded a corner in the latest dark alley she felt the need to walk down and almost smacked into her.

“Stalker much?” she asked curiously.

“What?” Draco asked, feeling like the conversation was already out of his control. He wasn’t even entirely sure what she had said.

“I know you’ve been following me,” she told him. “I want to know why. You’re not someone I know, and I haven’t seen you around here before. Normally I’d hit first and ask questions later.”

“I’m glad you decided to ask questions first this once,” Draco drawled, his native equilibrium restored. The girl talked as fast as Lovegood, but made slightly more sense. “I’m here to talk to you, actually.”

She sized him up with a glance that took everything in, from the slightly mussed hair on top of his head to the very much non-muggle shoes on his feet.

“Ok. So talk.”

“Is there not someplace more… civilized where we could do this?” Draco enquired. He hadn’t pictured trying to talk to Buffy in an alley, although he had to admit, it would be handy if she demanded he demonstrate some magic.

Buffy raised an eyebrow.

“There is, but it would have witnesses.”

“Not public,” Draco said quickly. “Somewhere quiet.”

“How about the house of a friend?” Buffy replied thoughtfully.

He could tell she was suspicious. Also, whatever friend she had in mind, she found the idea amusing.

“One of the ones you were with earlier?” Draco asked suspiciously.

“No,” she told him. “A different friend. He’s kind of like a father to me since mine left.”

Draco tried not to let his face give him away. Her muggle ‘father’ was no longer around, and she had no way of knowing her real father had never met her- which was probably a good thing.

Buffy looked at him appraisingly again.

“I’ve had some bad experiences in the past with mysterious strangers wanting to ‘talk’ to me,” she said. “So you can’t blame me for wanting a trusted adult around.”

Draco really hoped none of those mysterious strangers had been friends of Father’s. If they had been, she might well be primed to fear or hate wizards.

“Fair enough,” he replied. “Lead the way.”
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