Not All of His Ideas Are BadRating:
HP/Buffy – Dawn/Draco - They are dating and show up at a Halloween party, where there are several Scoobies and the Fang Gang, dressed as Spike and Drusilla.Prompted by:
xeeliaSummary: "I still think that this is a bad idea." "Hasn't anyone told you that I'm full of bad ideas?"Notes:
Just a little ficlet. It has nothing to do with my "About the Blood" series.Disclaimer:
The characters contained in this piece of fiction belong to someone who isn’t me. No money being made, please do not sue
Dawn picked a piece of imaginary lint off of her costume. It was well made, there was no doubt about it – Draco had insisted on getting their costumes custom tailored, no off the rack for him – but that wasn't what she was worried about.
"What, doesn't it fit?" Draco asked as he stepped out of the bathroom, catching Dawn picking at her dress. His white-blond hair was slicked back, his leather trench coat was perfect, and if he were twenty years older he would have looked almost exactly like the man he was impersonating for Halloween, all the way down to the chipped black nail polish on his fingernails. He even had a cigarette tucked behind his ear. "That's it, next time I'm going to insist on having a more experienced seamstress, I don't care about your need to save money. I'm a Malfoy, I don't need to save money."
"It's not that," Dawn replied, still picking at the fabric and smoothing her skirt. "It fits fine. Perfect, even."
"Then what's the problem?" Draco asked, catching his reflection in the mirror hanging on the living room wall. He stopped to fix a stray hair that was determined to stick up.
"I still think that this is a bad idea," Dawn remarked with a sigh.
"Hasn't anyone told you that I'm full of bad ideas?" Draco asked with a smirk. "Besides, what's so bad about it?"
"Spike's gonna rip your head off when he sees you," Dawn retorted. "And then maybe wear your ribcage as a hat. And I'm going to laugh. Probably hard enough to pee myself."
"And you didn't tell me this before tonight because...?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
"I tried," Dawn said with a huff. "You with your stubbornness and selective hearing decided not to listen."
"Well, maybe he'll find it flattering," Draco said, sounding a little unsure. "Imitation is supposed to be the sincerest form of flattery."
"That might work," Dawn said. "In fact, it probably will. Maybe it'll distract from the fact that I'm dressed up as his nutty as squirrel poop ex-girlfriend."
"You could have picked something else," Draco reasoned.
"You seemed so into it, and by the time Buffy told me Spike and Angel were going to be there it was too late to change it," Dawn replied with a shrug. "Come on, let's just go. If anyone asks, you can say you're dressed up as Billy Idol. Spike always said Billy Idol stole his look from him.”
“What are you going to do?” Draco asked.
“I'll think of something,” Dawn replied with a shrug. “I'm good at thinking on my feet."
"I still don't believe you know two of the most vicious vampires in history," Draco said with a shake of his head.
"And you can act like a disgusting fanboy. Later," Dawn said, rolling her eyes. "Got the Floo powder?"
"Why won't you side-along Apparate with me?" Draco asked. "I didn't splinch you that one time you let me."
"I didn't like it. Made me feel all oogy, and I don’t think you want me puking on your shoes anyway," Dawn said with a shiver. "Besides, you won't let me drive you anywhere. Floo powder this, Apparating that. I'm a perfectly good driver."
"And I can't believe I'm dating a woman who uses the word 'oogy'," Draco said with a roll of his eyes. "And you are not a perfectly good driver. You're a menace on wheels!"
"I'm just used to driving in the States," Dawn replied with a shrug. She held out her hand. "Gimme the Floo powder. Buffy's gonna kill us if we're late."
"Your sister knows I'm coming, right?" Draco asked, handing over the box containing the Floo powder.
"I'm sure I mentioned it," Dawn replied, grabbing a handful of Floo powder and tossing it into the fire. She stepped into the green flames. "Council Headquarters!"
She whooshed through the flu, smirking a little as Draco called after her. She caught half a word before she was whisked away, tumbling out of the fireplace in the middle of the main room of the Council HQ. The headquarters were close enough to hers and Draco's flat, but she always got a kick out of the reactions she got when she came tumbling out of the fireplace.
She wasn't disappointed this time.
"What the bloody hell is that?" Spike's Cockney accent rang out across the room as Dawn got up and started brushing off the soot from her clothes.
"Magic people travel by fire," Buffy replied as she came forward to greet her sister. "Is that Dragon kid coming?"
"His name is Draco. And he should be right - " Dawn was distracted by the fire turning green again. " - behind me."
"You really ought get that thing cleaned," Draco said, taking out his wand and flicking it at himself before flicking it at Dawn, clearing the soot from her clothes. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Before he knew what happened, Draco was up against the wall with a tall, blond vampire holding him there.
"Spike, put him down!" Dawn exclaimed, resisting the urge to stamp her foot. She turned to Buffy. "You didn't tell them I was bringing Draco?"
"I thought it would be better if you surprised them," Buffy replied with a shrug and a grin. She was dressed as Lara Croft, fake guns and all.
"Anyone tell you lately you're evil?" Dawn asked before she turned her attention back to Spike and her boyfriend. "Seriously, Spike. Put him down."
"He's touching you, Bit," Spike said, glancing at her before he turned his attention back at Draco.
"We've been together for a year, Spike, living together for three months," Dawn replied. "Now put him down before I let him set you on fire."
"Oh, because that's a really convincing argument," Spike said with a roll of his eyes. "I'm going to let the guy who can set me on fire go."
"Fine," Dawn said with a sigh. "Let him go or I'm going to set you on fire."
"Fine," Spike said, letting Draco go. He slid down the wall and Dawn went to him, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "I'm really sorry about that."
"Wait a sec," Spike said, turning to look at the scene in front of him. "This looks familiar. Why does this look familiar?"
"Probably because they're dressed up as you and Dru," Angel replied. He looked at them, curiously. "Uh, Dawn? Why are you and your boyfriend dressed like Spike and Dru?"
"He's a fanboy and wouldn't listen to me when I told him it was a really bad idea," Dawn replied as she and Draco got up.
"Fanboy, over him?" Buffy asked, arching an eyebrow. "You couldn't pick something better?"
"Fanboy? Over me? Really?" Spike asked. There was a big grin on his face as his chest puffed out a little.
"See, I told you it was a bad idea," Dawn muttered at Draco.
"What's so bad?" Draco asked.
"We're never going to get his ego down now..."
"I heard that!"