Title: Anything But Ordinary

Author: Jacy ([email protected])

Pairing: Buffy/Harry; Willow/Draco

Genre: BtVS/Harry Potter

Rated: PG-13

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the goddess J.K Rowling. Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon...and I own the keyboard.  Story title and any lyrics taken from "Anything but Ordinary" by Avril Lavigne.

Distribution: Ask and you shall receive :)

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A/N: Another WiP by yours truly. Probably won't be any longer then 10 chapters (probably being the operative word here...) This takes place in the fourth season after "The I in Team" - Buffy was with Riley for a while, but when Walsh tried to kill her, she broke up with him because he was in on the whole thing – he was helping Walsh try to get Buffy killed. Harry and Draco are in their first year out of Hogwarts.

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To walk within the lines
Would make my life so boring
I want to know that I
Have been to the extreme…

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If he had to sit through another Muggle lecture he was going to go bonkers. Truly.

Draco Malfoy leaned back in his seat and sighed. The class was thoroughly boring if you asked him. He dozed off thinking about the many ways he could murder Sirius for sending him here.

Sirius Black was his boss. Things were quiet after the Golden Boy (aka Potter) defeated Voldemort – huge surprise there. A letter came in from someone named Rupert Giles – a "friend" of sorts of Sirius, although if the scowl on Black's face told Draco anything, this Giles was anything but a friend – about the Hellmouth where he had a slayer who just enrolled in college. While he assured Sirius that he never doubted the credibility of his slayer (having trained her himself, of course) he was worried that she might be in need of some extra help and asked if Sirius send a few of his wizards down to "keep an eye on things."

And, of course, Sirius decided to send his top two Aurors in training – the Twitchy Ferret and the Boy Wonder. The sheer possibility of living with Potter for a year made Draco's skin crawl, but Sirius wouldn't listen to either of them – they were going to Sunnydale and that was that.

And, as if matters couldn't get any worse, they were both staying at a college. A Muggle school. And did he mention they were in the middle of bloody nowhere?

There were only a few ways on Draco's list of how things could get worse. And the list was shortening with every passing moment he had to live with Potter in a Muggle school cut off, for the most part, from the wizarding world. He still had his wand, to be used only "in emergencies" and an owl to send messages, but that was the extent of it.

Draco rubbed his temples with his index fingers and sighed. This is going to be a long trip.

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Buffy walked into the class, Willow trailing behind her talking animatedly with Tara. The two had become close in the Wiccan circle they were both a member of, but the absence of any actual spells was making Willow crazy, and the two had broken off, forming their own little club. Buffy was glad that Willow had something to distract her from the loss of Oz from her life. She only wished that she had someone to distract her from Riley.

"Speak of the devil," Buffy mumbled as Riley and Professor Walsh entered the room. She took her seat at the back of the lecture hall and glanced at Willow, who nodded her head. Only Willow knew that she had every intention of dropping the class, starting today. If she had to be in the same classroom as the Evil Bitch-Monster of Death and Fish Boy for more then three seconds every day, she was going to kill someone – preferably one of them. She put on a face of mock-concentration and set about to zoning out to Could Nine for the next hour.

Willow looked up from her seat and looked around for Buffy, but instead, here gaze met a pair of grey eyes. She surveyed the person looking at her and arched an eyebrow. Tall, dark, and handsome pretty much summed it up – yup, definite hottie material.

Grey eyes smiled at her and set back to pretending to pay attention to what Professor Walsh was saying. Willow sent a significant look to Tara, who nodded her approval.

When Walsh had to her back turned, Willow sneaked up to Buffy, a smile on her face from ear to ear. Buffy looked at her. "Spill."

"I see something you don't see," Willow whispered in a sing-song voice.

"What? Where? Tell me – I'll scream."

"No!" Willow giggled quietly.

"Ahem." Buffy and Willow turned to the front of the class where Professor Walsh was standing, arms crossed over her chest. "Is this something you wish to share with the rest of the class? Because if so, by all means – stand up. It makes no difference to me – disrupting my class – "

"Is the least of your problems Professor Walsh," Buffy said cutting her off. Willow went back to her seat and watched the fun begin.

"Are you threatening me Ms. Summers? Because if you are, you have two options – one, check your superiority complex at the door and come back tomorrow, or two – get out of my class."

Buffy stood up and grabbed her bag from her seat. She calmly walked to the front of the room and handed Professor Walsh her Psychology textbook. "Here's my resignation letter, teach – I quit." She spun on her heels and walked out.

Professor Walsh sighed and handed the book to Riley, continuing with her lesson. Riley turned it over, noticing a note taped to the back – Never mess with the slayer. Riley crumpled up the note and threw it in the garbage can. He glanced towards the back of the room where Willow was glowering at him.

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Draco heard the giggling and whispers before Professor Walsh noticed a thing. Great, he thought to himself shortly, another unintelligent batch of children.

"Is this something you wish to share with the rest of the class?" Draco rolled his eyes – honestly, how many times did teachers expect to use that line before it got old and annoying? Not even remotely threatening – he'd told Professor Snape that once…not that he ever would again, by any means, no matter how much you paid him. "Because if so, by all means – stand up. It makes no difference to me – disrupting my class –"

"Is the least of your problems Professor Walsh." Draco turned to the back of the class, stunned. He was shocked to see the giggly, annoying little blonde girl standing up to the teacher, malice in her eyes that somewhat resembled Potter's vendetta against Snape. He continued to watch, amused.

"Are you threatening me Ms. Summers?" Draco rolled his eyes heavenward.  No shit Sherlock. "Because if you are, you have two options – one, check your superiority complex at the door and come back tomorrow, or two – get out of my class."

Draco watched at the blonde calmly grabbed her things, walked to the front of the room, and handed the professor her – was that her book? "Here's my resignation letter, teach – I quit."

Draco was stunned as he watched her spin on her heels and walk out. He was just as shocked to see the redhead that he eyes before glowering at the teacher's assistant like she wanted to hex him into next week. He could feel the anger rolling off of her in waves and wondered if she realized the power that she had in her. He made a mental note to make friends with the girl. If she was as adept at magic as she was powerful, he may have just found the perfect ally –

Plus, you know, the fact that she was drop-dead gorgeous didn't hurt. Nope, not one bit.

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Buffy sighed as she sat through yet another schedule change with her Resident Advisor. They'd been through at least three already – when was she going to get through her head that she did not want to be in any class taught by Professor Walsh, no matter how easy or short said class was?

"Look, Cassie," Buffy said, trying not to loose her temper, "I can't be in her class. I'll kill her – quite literally – if I have to sit through one more lecture. Can't you just – give me another course? Anything – please!"

Cassie sighed and looked through the course schedule one more time. "You need a science class, and I can only give you Biology if I pull you out of one of the other classes and give you another class when you had Psychology."

"Like what?"

Cassie sighed, looking for an open class. "The only thing open this late in the year is Lit 105."

"Fine! Perfect! I love English."

Cassie murmured a silent thank you and filled out the paperwork. "Take this to the Dean's office. Tell him you want to file a formal complaint about Professor Walsh. They shouldn't give you a hassle about changing classes after that."

"Thank you – you are a God-send."

Cassie smiled. "What I'm here for."

Buffy smiled and walked out of Cassie's room. She spun around and ended up colliding with someone. "God, I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention."

"No, it's my fault. I don't think I was watching where I was going either."

Buffy looked up and found herself getting lost in the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. And the voice – definitely won the award for "sexiest sound". She smiled when she found herself staring and cocked her head. "I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new?"

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"I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new?"

Harry couldn't help but stare at the woman in front of him. Blonde hair, hazel eyes made bright by the green shirt she was wearing. She was one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen.

And, it seemed, a student here. Score. "Yes, actually. I'm a – transfer student. From London."

"Wow. And tell me, why would you trade up a place like London for good ol' Sunnyhell?"

Harry shrugged. "Lost a bet."

Buffy laughed and shook her head. "Well, I have to go get my class changed before I murder my teacher. I'll see you around?"

Harry smiled. "I hope so."

Buffy smiled slyly and was about to walk away, but she turned around, walking backwards. "Hey, I never did catch your name."

"It's Harry."

"I'm Buffy. Nice to meet you Harry."

"Pleasure's mine!" Harry called after her, but she had already turned the corner, having run into someone she knew. Harry couldn't help but smile. Found a nice normal Muggle girl and got through all of my classes without any attempt to get myself killed. I wonder how Draco's day has been…