When Magic Meets Hell

Chapter 6

As weeks went by, the two couples became closer. Big Bads came and went. The Slayers and their Big Bads became an unbeatable team, taking down demons and vampires with ease.

Until Dracula.

Buffy was easily hypnotized by the ancient fiend, and Hermione was easily overpowered when his parlor tricks failed to work on her due to her work with Harry with Occlumency. Spike and Draco were becoming increasingly frustrated by the fact that the infamous vamp had so much power over their Slayers. Despite constantly watching over them, the two Slayers were captured fairly easily.

The two vampires were angry. Very angry. Arming themselves with their weapons of choice, they made their way to the showboat's lair. Busting in, they found Buffy lying against a wall, unconscious, while Hermione was in Dracula's arms, her eyes glazed as she swayed in the vamp's arms.

"Ah, you're finally here. I was thinking we would have to wait an eternity for our audience." Dracula laughed as he made a show of baring Hermione's neck and leaning down to it.

The two blondes snarled, gripping their weapons tightly. Spike kept darting glances at Buffy, worried by her lack of movement. Almost as one, the two muttered, "On three."

Moments later, they growled, "Three!" Spike darted to Buffy, sighing in relief when he saw no signs of bite marks on her neck.

Draco snarled as he stalked forward, drawing his sword from the scabbard on his back. Dracula laughed and carelessly tossed Hermione to the side as his own blade materialized in a dramatic swirl of smoke. Sparing half a glance to Hermione, who sat dazedly, holding her head, Draco raged forward, launching into a powerful attack. For long minutes, the two vampires dueled, both looking for an opening to end the battle.

Draco fought almost lazily, parrying and countering with a grace that only years of practice could give. Dracula backed away and looked at Draco with a calculative eye. "How do you know such swordsmanship for such a young one?"

Draco laughed mockingly. "The son of Lucius Malfoy was brought up to know many things. Swordplay was one that came naturally to me." He executed a showy twirl of the blade with his right hand while tossing a dagger with blinding speed with his left. Draco smirked as the blade struck Dracula in the shoulder. "Fighting dirty was another. Although, I'm hard pressed to say that I'm the only one."

Spike appeared out of nowhere to jump onto Dracula's back, quickly snapping the older vamp's neck and stepping back to avoid the inevitable show of ashes. He growled down at the pile of ash before going back to Buffy's side. Draco smoothly slid his sword back into its scabbard before making his way to Hermione, who was blinking rapidly as she came back to herself. As Draco bent over her, she smiled up at him and immediately reached for her lover. His arms wrapped around her tightly as her eyes slid closed at the feeling of safety that washed over her.

A whisper of movement had her opening her eyes only to see Dracula rise from the ashes, sword in hand as he raced towards the couple. She pointed her finger and whispered, "Confringo!"

The vampires looked up in surprise as Dracula burst into flames. Draco shook his head with a short laugh. "Know-it-all bint. Of course you're better at wandless spells. Merlin, I love you."

Hermione turned shocked eyes on the turned wizard. She said nothing for a few seconds, but slowly her lips stretched into an amused smile. "I love you, too, ferret-face."

Spike rolled his eyes as the two came together in a romance-movie-esque kiss. He was distracted by Buffy's groan as she finally came to. As she blinked her eyes to bring the world into focus, he grinned down at her. "You missed all the good parts, luv. Glad you're awake, though. Was starting to worry about you."

Buffy smiled up at her vampire before winding her arms around his neck and pulling him down for their own movie kiss. Finally coming up for air, she looked around with distaste. "Let's go home, guys." She squeaked in a very un-Slayer-like way as Spike readily swept her into his arms and strutted toward the door.

Draco pressed one last kiss to Hermione's lips before picking her up to follow his maker. As the vampires made to turn to Revello Drive, the Slayers stopped them and said in echo, "No, home."

Buffy smiled shyly up at a shocked Spike before continuing, "Take me to our room at the crypt, Spike." Her lover's eyes flashed yellow for a second before he all but disappeared in his haste.

Draco and Hermione laughed before following more leisurely, stealing kisses along the way. Stepping inside the crypt, the two snickered at the sounds coming from Spike and Buffy's room. Soon though, Draco's eyes turned dark with lust for his little witch. Hermione leaned up to press her lips against his. Dropping into the hole that led to his room, he chuckled as Hermione began to tear at his clothes. When her warm fingers closed around his quickly-hardening shaft, he groaned and muttered the spell to get rid of both of their clothes.

Within seconds, he was thrusting into her welcoming heat, relishing her moans and cries. As he began to lose control, his hips moved wildly as his fangs itched to come out. With a roar, he vamped out and buried his fangs in her neck, barely registering the echoed roar from Spike's underground room over Hermione's scream. Draco grunted as her body tightened like a fist around his erection. Unable to hold off any longer, he let himself follow her over the edge before rolling them to the side with his Slayer held tightly in his arms.

Spike thought he heard Draco and Hermione in the other room, but he was too focused on the feeling of Buffy's hands clutching his thighs as she rode him, her breasts on display for his hungry gaze. As she pulled away from him, leaving his body cold without her heat, he growled and vamped out in frustration. Buffy didn't leave him for long, though, as she crawled over him and kissed his neck, inviting him to do the same.

Rolling them over, he bit her neck as he plunged back into her waiting body. His own Slayer screamed and convulsed as she came around his half-demon cock. Feeling her tight muscles squeezing him like a vise sent Spike into his own release, roaring as he went. Collapsing next to Buffy, he pulled her closer to him and managed to snag a blanket with his foot to cover them.

None of them noticed the bright glow emanating from the Slayers...

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The next morning, Buffy woke to Spike kissing her neck as he slid his hand up and down her arm. Smiling, she twined her arms around him and pulled him closer. "No funny business, mister. I just want to lay here and love this."

Spike smirked. "You can love this, too, pet."

"Spiiiiike, please?"

With a huff, the vampire abandoned his efforts and collapsed back onto the bed. Buffy immediately took advantage and scooted closer with a smile. As she wrapped herself around him like a living blanket, Spike was hard-pressed to suppress his own smile of contentment.

A loud blast from upstairs cut their time short, however. The two hurriedly threw clothes on and rushed upstairs, only to see Hermione rather colorfully berating two boys.

"...and how dare you two show up and tell me that you need my help after the past eight months of ignoring me! I hid nothing from the two of you and you repaid me by whispering about me behind my back and telling everyone that I abandoned you!"

When the taller boy tried to speak, Hermione turned the full heat of her glare towards him. "Ronald Weasley, if you open your mouth, I do believe I will hex you. Now, both of you, get right back on your bloody brooms and fly back to Hogwarts. I have my own battles here and I don't have the time or inclination to help either of you!"

The darker-haired boy ducked his head before saying quietly, "Professor Dumbledore is dead, Hermione."

Hermione froze. "W-what?"

"Professor Snape killed him. He let Death Eaters into Hogwarts and cornered Professor Dumbledore at the top of the Astronomy Tower."

Tears filled Hermione's eyes. As both of the newcomers stepped forward to comfort her, she pivoted and barreled into Draco's waiting arms. The blonde wrapped his arms around the witch and began murmuring in her ear, too low for any present - save Spike, who wasn't repeating any of the sappy nonsense - to hear.

As the redhead began to glower at their classmates, Spike stepped forward. "Right. Now that the news has been passed along, you two can leave."

The shorter one nodded and grabbed the angry one by the shirt. The boy reacted badly. "No! You can't turn to him, Hermione! He's treated you like scum for years, called you names and tried to hex you. How can you even let him touch you?"

"Ron, come on. She's not going to come with us."

"No, Harry! She will come, because she needs us and we always stick together."

This roused the sleeping dragon. Draco looked up, eyes flashing gold as they locked on to Ron's. In seconds, Spike had an armful of bitty-Slayer while Draco squared off against Ron. "She needs you, does she? You always stick together? That brilliant bloody woman has spent the last six months telling me how betrayed she felt by you two dunderheads. I may have treated her wrongly, but she expected it of me. You two? Well, you used a pretty big knife to stab her in the back."

Roaring in anger, Ron launched himself at Draco. Even with his Keeper's physique, Draco barely budged. A look of confusion passed over the redhead's face. With one hand, Draco pushed Ron away and into Harry. The two stared up at him and gasped as he slid easily into game face.

"I'll be the one to take care of Hermione now. Not because I have to or because she regularly saves my arse with her bloody books - not like you. I'll do it because I love her." Ron glared and started to rise. Draco had him up and by the throat in the next second. Even with his height, the Weasley dangled a few inches from the floor of the crypt. "Leave, Weasley. I won't warn you again." With that, Draco dropped the redhead and turned back to Hermione. He swept her into his arms and flickered out of sight.

The two boys were still staring at the space he had been. Spike rolled his eyes. "Yes, it's such a shocker that your mate was vamped. Now get out of my bloody crypt!" When they didn't moved, only blinked up at him, Spike slid into game face and took a step forward as he threatened, "I could always eat you."

Harry and Ron scrambled to their feet and rushed to the door. Harry paused and turned back. "If she decides she wants to talk to us, tell her that we're still at Siruis' place."

Nodding, Spike watched through the still-open door as they turned on the spot and disappeared with simultaneous pops. Turning back to Buffy, he dropped his head to her shoulder. "I'm glad your mates haven't been this much trouble, pet."

The Slayer chuckled. "Oh, Spike. You haven't seen anything yet."

Sighing, Spike accepted the warning. Shaking his head, he turned to his Slayer with a lecherous grin. "What say we finish what I started earlier?"

Buffy smiled and jumped into his waiting arms. This time when they dropped into Spike's room, the master vampire made sure to block the entryway.

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Hermione sobbed as Harry's words washed over her again and again. How could Dumbledore be dead? And for Snape to... It was beyond comprehension. Hermione knew that the Potions professor was somewhat dark, but this was just too much.

Draco rubbed her back as he sat quietly beside her. As her sobs began to slow, he finally spoke. "I'm sorry, love. I wasn't the biggest fan of the man, but Dumbledore was a good Headmaster."

Turning over, Hermione looked up to see Draco blinking away the moisture in his own eyes. "Look at you, you softie." She smiled and sat up to wrap her arms around him. "Thank you, Draco. For taking care of me and for getting me away from them. I'm just so...angry at them. Why would they possibly think I would drop everything to be their walking library again?"

Draco frowned. "They know that they have little chance of winning by themselves. You're too bloody brilliant, Hermione."

The brunette sighed. "I feel guilty for turning them down. I know that they probably do need my help to defeat you-know-who, but I can't let myself trust them after they betrayed me and turned their backs on me."

"Look, Granger, you have to accept that they made a mistake. Potter actually did look sorry. Weasel just looked like someone punched him in the gut. All I'm saying is, maybe you could at least sent them a letter, open up a little bit to them. You don't have to go right back to being part of the Golden Trio, just maybe let them try to be your friend again."

Hermione blinked up at the vampire holding her closely. "Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?"

The blonde chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. "I've learned a lot from Spike, and even from Drusilla - when she wasn't speaking gibberish. I'm not the same spoiled Malfoy brat you knew at Hogwarts."

The Slayer smiled up at her mortal enemy. "I can tell. Now, can we get back to what we were up to before they busted in?"

Draco smirked evilly as a growl began deep in his throat. Hermione shrieked as he tackled her back onto their bed.

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"You know, I think we spend too much time in bed," mumbled Buffy as she tried not to fall asleep.

Spike grunted. "No such thing. 's nowhere I'd rather be."

"Awww, Spike just got mushy!" Buffy giggled as Spike grunted again and reached behind him to swat at her. Sighing, she moved to get up and go home. Surely Dawn and Joyce were worried about her. Making a face, she amended - Joyce would be worried.

After pulling on her pants, she sat down on the edge of the bed to pull on her boots. Spike finally sat up and ran his fingers through his hair before making his way to sit behind his Slayer and trail kisses along her neck.

Buffy smiled and said softly, "Spike, you're not going to change my mind. I need to go see my mom."

The vampire grunted and held her tight for a moment. "I'll be here when you get back, pet. Tell your mum I said hey."

She smiled as she agreed before finally standing up to leave. Upstairs, she called to Hermione, but received no reply. Since she really didn't live with them, the older girl decided to leave the younger couple alone.

A refreshing walk later, Buffy was grounded.

"Mom, I'm eighteen. I'm too old to be grounded!"

"Young lady, you live in my home. You follow my rules or - eighteen or not - you will be grounded! How could you stay gone for days - days, Buffy! - without even a phone call to say where you were? Even Dawn is more responsible than that!"

Buffy developed an intense fascination with her shoes. "I'm sorry, Mom. I should have called, but things just got so hectic what with Dracula and - "

"Dracula? As in Bram Stoker?"

Buffy made a face. "Not exactly. He's more of a show-off than anything."

Joyce blinked. "Oh. Well. Okay, but you still should have called!"

"I'm really sorry, Mom. On the plus side, we did blow Dracula up. Well, Hermione did. It was very cool."

"Where is Hermione, by the way?"

Buffy blushed and stared at the floor. "Uh...I think she's working out some issues with Draco."

Joyce raised an eyebrow, but let it slide. "I see. Well, as long as her parents know she's okay."

Buffy cringed. "Uhhh...that was her next stop," she said quietly while reminding herself to tell Hermione to go see her parents later.

"I just wish you would be more responsible, Buffy. In a normal way, like calling when you're going to be late coming home, or picking up the mess in your room."

The Slayer sighed. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'll do better," she promised as she slid from her seat to hug her mother.

Joyce smiled and hugged her daughter back. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you, too, Mom."

With an indulgent sigh, Joyce shooed her daughter away. "Okay, go. Go back to Spike's. Just, call me if you're going to be late. And I expect you home no later than four! Tomorrow afternoon. And Hermione, too. I'm sure the both of you need a good meal and a nice bed after the past few days."

Buffy stared at her mom in shock.

The Summers matriarch smiled. "See? I can be spontaneous. Now go, before I change my mind."

"You're the best, Mom!" Buffy yelled as she hurried to her bedroom. On the way, she nearly bowled Dawn over. "Sorry, Dawnie!"

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Rude." Entering the kitchen, she asked her mom, "What's Buffy so happy for?"

"I'm letting her be an adult. And hoping I won't regret it."

"Cool. So I'll get to spend the night with my boyfriend when I'm eighteen?"

Joyce leveled a stare at her youngest daughter. "Not likely, but we'll see."

Buffy caught a "But mom, that's not fair!" as she darted down the steps and out the front door. She felt giddy, like a kid on a sugar high, but she didn't care. Her mom was as good as giving her blessing! Back at Spike's crypt in record time, she threw the door open and smiled at Spike's deer-in-the-headlights expression. Remembering to shut the door, she smiled and dug into the backpack she had hurriedly packed. Holding up a pair of handcuffs that Willow had spelled to withstand demon strength, her smile grew to a smirk. "We have until tomorrow afternoon. Wanna have some fun?"

Geez. Sorry for the major delay. Crazy ass school schedule and hardly any time to write. Sorry, but don't expect an update soon. :/

That said, next chapter goes more toward Draco and Hermione - and her feelings about Harry and Ron's visit.