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The girls changed into their uniforms, their eyes bleary. They hadn’t had too much sleep the previous evening, spending most of it awake and chatting about their summer activities as well as learning as much as they could about Buffy.

They had, of course, only heard the highly edited version. There had been no mention of vampires, demons or the fact that until recently, she’d thought she was a Vampire Slayer. They’d heard about her best friends and that she’d been accepted to Hogwarts.

When Hermione had asked Buffy whether or not she would be able to pass this years classes without having learnt the previous four years, Buffy had told them that she was almost caught up. None of the girls had believed her for a second until Hermione, the smartest girl in the entire school, had given her a test. Buffy had answered nearly every question correctly and had been able to do any spell that Hermione had suggested.

“What’ve you guys got first?” Ginny asked curiously.

Hermione scanned her timetable. “DADA with the Slytherins,” Hermione said.

Ginny scrunched up her nose. “That’s a bit of bad luck,” Ginny said.

“Why, what’ve you got?” Hermione asked.

“Divination,” Ginny replied. “Just the Gryffindors.”

“Uh…I hate sounding completely ignorant, but why is having DADA bad?” Buffy asked.

“Oh, well, it’s more who we have it with than the actual subject itself,” Hermione replied.

“Slytherin you mean?” Buffy asked.

Hermione nodded and began tying her tie.

“There’s a fair bit of rivalry between us and them,” Hermione said.

“A fair bit?” Ginny repeated with a laugh. “You mean besides them trying to kill Harry?”

Buffy looked at the two girls in shock. “What?”

“Oh don’t exaggerate,” Hermione chastised gently.

Buffy breathed a sigh of relief until Ginny started to explain.

“Don’t you remember your Third Year? When Flint, Malfoy and Malfoy’s two cronies dressed as Dementors? Harry could have been killed if he hadn’t conjured a patronus,” Ginny said.

Hermione considered her words and conceded.

“But, not all Slytherins are as horrible as that,” Hermione said, wanting to soften the blow for the small American girl.

They gathered their books and moved out of the dormitories and down into the common room to see Harry and Ron lounging on the chairs waiting for them.

“What took you so long?” Ron asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Honestly Ron, I don’t understand how you can be so impatient all the time.”

Ron stood up and straightened his robes. “Not all the time,” he corrected. “Just when you take a million years to get ready.”

Hermione and Ron walked down the corridors, snapping at each other. Harry cast a look towards Buffy and felt his stomach do flip-flops again. He smiled shyly and gestured for her to follow them.

“Are they always like that?” Buffy eventually asked when she saw Hermione hit Ron’s arm, with what looked to be a lot of force.

“Oh no,” Harry assured her. He paused for a moment before grinning. “This is a good day.”

Buffy laughed and finally looked properly at him. He was tall, about Xander’s height with striking green eyes and a mass of unruly black hair. Buffy could see a scar on his forehead and glanced at it curiously.

“What?” Harry asked.

“What’s that on your forehead?” she asked.

Harry sighed and moved his fringe out of the way, letting her see his famous scar.

“Geez. That looks kinda nasty. What happened?” she asked.

He turned to look at her. She was honestly curious. She had no idea who he was. That hadn’t happened to him since he’d come to Hogwarts.

“I’ve had it since I was little.”

“Why hasn’t it healed?” she asked curiously.

“The mark of a curse,” he replied.

“A curse?”

“Yeah.”

“From Voldemort?” she asked quietly. “I mean…from You-Know-Who?”

Harry stared at the girl in shock. He’d never heard anyone except Dumbledore say Voldemort’s name before.

“You said his name,” Harry said.

She looked at him sheepishly. “I didn’t know I wasn’t meant to.”

“No…I think it’s good. No one else ever says his name.”

They arrived at the bottom of the stairs, Hermione and Ron still bickering, though the subject had changed several times in the few minutes it had taken to get to the DADA room. Harry pushed open the door and let the other three enter first. They took their seats, Harry and Ron beside each other and Hermione next to Buffy, the girls at the table in front of the boys.

Giles hadn’t entered yet and the class was talking quietly amongst themselves. A boy with strikingly blonde hair and silver eyes entered the room flanked by two large heavy-set boys. Buffy bit back a yelp as she saw a bizarrely remarkable resemblance between the blonde boy and Spike, her vampiric nemesis.

“Who’s that guy?” Buffy whispered, pointing subtly at the blonde haired boy.

Hermione turned to see who Buffy was pointing at and immediately scowled. “That’s Malfoy.”

“Malfoy?”

“Draco Malfoy,” Hermione said.

Ron leant forward, having caught the question and answer. “Evil little git if ever I’ve met one.”

Buffy grinned at the description and cast another glance at him. She looked away before he saw her staring.

“He’s a bully,” Hermione explained.

“He’s more then a bleedin’ bully Hermione,” Ron countered. “He’s a loony.”

They were stopped by the door closest to the front opening and closing. Giles emerged in black teacher’s robes, holding a pile of books under his arms.

“Welcome to Fifth Year Defence Against the Dark Arts,” he said. “I’ve been informed of your previous year’s curriculum’s, and I’ll be filling in any gaps that I feel have been missed.”

Ron, Harry and Hermione breathed audible sighs of relief. They’d been worried that the new DADA teacher would be a complete prat like Lockhart had been.

“Let’s begin shall we?” Giles said. “Open your texts to Chapter Three.”

The room was filled with the sound of pages rustling, and the occasional whispering of students. When the room quietened down Giles cleared his throat. Buffy held back a giggle as she saw the topic of Chapter Three. Vampires, Demons and Werewolves. Harry didn’t miss the smile that came to Buffy’s face and he couldn’t help but wonder what caused it.

“We’ll begin with vampires,” Giles said. “Ten points to anyone who can tell me four ways to kill a vampire.”

Hermione’s hand shot straight into the air. Buffy looked at her with wide and amused eyes.

“Miss…”

“Granger, Professor Giles,” she replied. “Hermione Granger.”

“Miss Granger.”

“A stake through the heart, sunlight, decapitation and holy water,” Hermione recited.

“Ten points to Gryffindor. Any other ways?”

There was silence, people wracking their brains. From the back, there was a muttered “Hire a Vampire Slayer” that caused the surrounding people to giggle.

“I know you weren’t serious, but…I believe I heard someone mention a Vampire Slayer,” Giles said.

“Slayers don’t exist,” Hermione said with authority.

Buffy forced herself not to laugh. Again, Harry didn’t miss it. Of course, Harry’s eyes hadn’t strayed from her the entire lesson, so it wasn’t hard for him not to miss it.

“And you can prove that of course, Miss Granger?” Giles asked, not unkindly.

Hermione went a little pink, knowing that no one had ever proved or disproved the existence of Slayers.

“Now…what repels vampires?” Giles asked. He scanned the room, passing over Hermione’s upraised hand. His eyes fell on Draco Malfoy, and he too nearly gave a start when he saw the resemblance between Draco and Spike.

“Mr…”

“Malfoy,” he replied. “Draco Malfoy.”

“Mr Malfoy, what can be used to repel vampires?” Giles asked.

“Crosses, garlic,” Draco answered. He muttered something else under his breath that only his two friends and Buffy picked up on. “And Granger.”

Crabbe and Goyle chuckled, but Buffy stood up, completely outraged. She grabbed Draco by his robes, hauling him to his feet.

“Apologise,” Buffy demanded.

Draco’s eyes went wide and the room went into a shocked silence.

“I said…apologise,” Buffy demanded, her eyes telling Draco that she was very serious about what she was telling him to do. Draco looked towards Hermione and muttered an apology. Buffy let go of Draco’s robes, sending the boy stumbling backwards.

“A proper apology,” Buffy said.

Draco’s eyes flashed angrily. He wasn’t used to being humiliated by girls, especially not tiny girls who were a good foot shorter than he was.

“And if I don’t?” he challenged.

“Then you find out just how many ways I can make you cry before you even bleed a single drop of blood,” Buffy said, her voice low and threatening.

Draco swallowed hard.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“How about addressing the person by name when you apologise?” Buffy said.

“Bloody hell, what more do you want?” Draco asked.

“I told you what I wanted. And believe me when I say that I get incredibly cranky when I don’t get what I want.”

Draco hesitated but finally gave in.

“I’m sorry Granger.”

Buffy just cleared her throat. Draco rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry Hermione.”

Buffy nodded, flashed him a smile and took her seat. Draco considered hitting the girl with a spell but had no desire to be further humiliated in front of his friends or in front of the Gryffindors. Hermione just looked at her new friend in awe.

Giles gave a silent chuckle and shook his head.

“If I may continue,” Giles said.

Buffy just smiled unrepentantly and looked back down at the textbook.

The hour ended with no further disruptions and when Giles told them they were free to go, the Slytherins slunk out while the Gryffindors burst into a round of applause.

“How did you hear what he said?” Ron asked curiously, a smile on his face from one ear to the other.

“I have good hearing,” Buffy replied easily.

“That was so awesome,” Seamus Finnigan said. “Apologise!”

“I think that might be on par with Moody turning him into a ferret!” Dean Thomas cried.

Buffy looked at the boy who’d spoken. “A ferret?” Buffy asked.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of Draco the bouncing ferret. If Moody hadn’t turned out to really have been Barty Crouch Jr. and an evil death-eater, Harry would have said that Moody was easily his favourite Professor.

The noise eventually died down and the Fifth Year Gryffindors made their way down the corridor, still talking excitedly about Draco’s down-fall. Hermione managed to pull Buffy away from the crowd.

“You didn’t have to do that you know,” Hermione said.

“He insulted you,” Buffy said. “I won’t stand for my friends being bullied by miniature Spike wannabes.”

“Spike wannabes?” Hermione repeated.

Buffy shook her head. “Not important. Hermione…you are so much better than him. You gotta learn to speak up for yourself.”

“He’s always been a bully though. I just ignore it,” Hermione said. “Nothing’s going to change that.”

“Oh, I think I could probably change that,” Buffy said.

Hermione couldn’t help but grin. She’d been completely shocked by Buffy’s outburst in class, but she was thrilled that someone had finally put Draco in his place without the aid of magick.

“You do know that he’ll write home to his father about this,” Hermione said.

“Bring it on,” Buffy said confidently. “If his father is anything like that, I could have a whole lotta fun.”

“He’s dangerous,” Hermione warned. “I don’t think anyone could have a more evil father than Draco Malfoy’s.”

Buffy’s face dropped immediately. Wanna bet on that?

“We should go,” Buffy said. “Wouldn’t wanna be late.”

Hermione nodded and linked arms with the girl, walking towards their next class together.

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