Afraid of Americans

Title: Afraid of Americans

Author: LaDySiN

Rating: FR-15 (Naughty language and innuendo)

Fandoms: BTVS/HP

Spoilers: For Buffy everything is fair game. HP up ‘til OotP

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the plot, characters and lyrics all belong to people who are not me. Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon and Co., HP belongs to J. K. Rowlings, and the lyrics for this chapter belong to David Bowie.

Author’s Note: Timeline – Buffy this is about a year after Season 7, HP between OotP and THBP. Lyrics are in ' '. And remember feedback is a good and gracious thing.

Genre: Songfic





Severus Snape moved in the shadows of the club, his eyes searching the crowd. Dumbledore was positive he would find her here.
An electronic beat was blasting through the sound system, every body grinding to the music. A voice Snape recognized began to sing and he smirked darkly at the irony that this particular song was playing.


'Johnny's in America
No tricks at the wheel'


The girl he searched for, the girl Albus had sent him to collect, was everything he hated. From every description he had heard she was said to be tiny yet strong, blonde, beautiful, and American. He bloody hated Americans. Useless, the lot of them. And now here he was, in Rome, looking for an American that was supposedly going to help end the cursed war once and for all. He scanned the mass again looking for the one called The Slayer.


'Nobody needs anyone
They don't even just pretend
Johnny's in America'


No longer the “one girl in all the world” but the girl referred to by most as the True Slayer. Then he felt it. Power. He spun around, still in shadow, and as the chorus of the song blared he spotted her.


'I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans
Johnny's in America'


Her back was to him but he knew without a doubt that this was his quarry. She was thin, and yes, tiny. A red halter top left her smooth back exposed and tight jeans hung low on her slim hips. Long blonde hair lay in loose curls that swayed along with her hips, her body grinding to the harsh guitar as the chorus ended.


'Johnny wants a plane
Johnny wants to suck on a Coke'
'Johnny wants a woman
Johnny wants to think of a joke
Johnny's in America'


He watched, fascinated, as she danced. Grace and heat belonged only to her as she moved like a predator. Even if he’d had no description at all he’d have found her.

It shocked him to realize that he wanted her in that moment. Without ever seeing her face or speaking a word to her. Without really knowing anything about her except that she was a Champion, a Slayer. But there it was, raw, hard, and real. Lust, pure and simple. Her body continued to twist and writhe as if the hot air around was a lover she rode desperately for release. Then as the chorus boomed again she spun to face him, hands above her head.


'I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans
Johnny's in America


She was beautiful as they said but it was her eyes that had Severus nearly panting. She’d seen evil and it showed, those dark green orbs burned with passion and rage and an eternal battle. She’d fought evil and she’d won. He could see the whole story unfolding in her eyes.
This creature was to be, along with that arrogant Potter, the savior of the wizarding world. And in that second as he looked into haunted, war-ravaged eyes he believed she could save them. She could save him.


'Johnny's in America
Johnny looks up at the stars
Johnny combs his hair
And Johnny wants pussy in cars'


The air in the club shifted and he thought that he could smell her, vanilla and sweet. Images flashed through his mind, her under him, back arched, pretty little pink mouth formed in an ‘o’ of pleasure.


'Yeah, I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the words
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans'


As the chorus repeated a final time and the music wound down the moment passed. The girl, Buffy Summers, moved off the dance floor and after the heartbeat it took to compose himself, Severus followed. He beat down the last erotic pictures in his head and was once again just the sourest and most evil Potions Master Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had ever seen. He would speak with Miss Summers. Her former Watcher, Rupert Giles, should have informed her that someone might be coming for her. She had been told of Hogwarts and Voldemort and Harry ‘The Bloody Golden Boy’ Potter. Severus would deliver her to Albus as promised and put long blonde hair, burning green eyes, and swaying hips out of his mind. He hated bloody Americans.


'Johnny's an American
Johnny's an American
Johnny's an American'