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Spike and Xander's Excellent Hogwarts Adventure
by
Nash
and
Virtual Personal
Part One
Xander got up for the millionth time in the space of one hour and walked around his apartment. He looked out the window, touched the fireplace mantle, opened the fridge and examined the contents, then returned to his seat on the sofa. Two minutes later he was up, checking the cupboards again, just in case they were suddenly empty.
"I have to get out of here," he sighed after the third time he peered into the fridge.
The only problem was that there was nowhere to go. The girls were having a girly night, the kind he had sworn never to take part in again. Having his boss see his toes painted cherry berry was an once-in-a-lifetime experience. Spike was probably already out, doing his vampirey thing and Giles would be...home! Xander grinned at the thought. He could go visit his good old friend, Giles!
About ten minutes later, he was ringing Giles's doorbell.
"Giles, ol' buddy, ol' pal whatcha doing?" he asked the moment the door was opened. Giles didn't look too excited to see him but then, Giles was Giles, all English and stiff-upper-lippy.
Giles pulled his glasses off, rubbed his eyes with is thumb and index finger, and put them back on.
"Right, of course. Just because Buffy has the night off, why should I expect to spend a nice quiet evening with a book and a hot toddy..." Cut off by the rude snort coming from inside the living room, Giles gave a defeated sigh. "His DVD player isn't working, what's your excuse?"
"I erm...wanted to see you?" Xander said hopefully.
"About what?"
"Let the boy in... he'll keep me busy, is what he'll do," Spike drawled from his place on the sofa.
To say he was exasperated was an understatement. Spike not only had no business monopolizing his DVD player and making himself at home, he had utterly no business inviting Xander in. And yet... when had that ever stopped the vampire. Jaw clenched tightly, Giles allowed Xander inside and closed the door.
"Sorry, Giles."
Xander sidled in, keeping as much distance as he could between him and Giles. With one last apologetic glance he plopped on the sofa next to Spike.
"Spike," he nodded in what he hoped was a cool manner. "Is that popcorn I smell?" he asked eagerly, cool quickly abandoned in favour of salty goodness.
"Mmm. With butter," the vampire agreed, giving Xander a heated look. Just in case it went over the boy's head, he added, "nice and slippery... slick," he said, smirking and raising a few fingers out of his stash to show Xander.
Xander blinked, quite still for a moment. Then suddenly he was blushing harder than he'd ever blushed before.
"I'll go help Giles make more," he said and quickly escaped to the kitchen.
Giles was leaning against the counter, sipping at a coffee made Irish the moment Spike had showed up. Xander's appearance had warranted another splash of whiskey. He loved the boy, really he did, but sometimes a man needed to be alone and relaxed, without any unresolved sexual tension in his surroundings. With both Xander and Spike in the room, relaxation was out the window.
"Yes, Xander?"
"Spike's hogging the popcorn. We need more," Xander said.
"Very well then," Giles sighed, accepting the inevitable.
Ten minutes later, Spike was studiously flipping through DVDs when Xander was all but thrown out of the kitchen. He looked up.
"You're nicely buttered too, are you? I can smell it." Letting that hang between them, he went back to the DVDs. "Let's see... what have we got here. Lost Boys, Matrix, X-men three, Bill Does Dug Hard And Fast, Transformers..." his piercing blue gaze met Xander's. "Something wrong, Harris? You look like you're about to choke."
"No, no, I'm fine," Xander managed to get his cough under control. "Maybe something erm...." non-suggestive, he wanted to say but Spike would have a field day with that.
"Oh, look, it's the last Harry Potter film. We should watch that. Definitely that one."
After all, how suggestive could it be? They were all too young to do anything, right?
"How did that film slip into my bloody pile?" Shaking his head in disbelief, Spike nudged it across the coffee table toward Xander. "Go on and stick it in. Mind the slippery fingers..."
He couldn't help wanting to get a rise out of Xander. For a long time, it had irked him that the boy pretended there was no fire between them. Then one day, he'd decided to just play with the fire, and life was good. He'd shock the boy, tease him, put thoughts into that pretty head of his... and he'd take the fact that Xander didn't avoid him as a good sign.
"I'm not! I didn't...I..." Xander caught sight of the sardonic look on Spike's face, "Whatever, let's just watch the film," he muttered.
Maybe he should have stayed home. After all, he could have watched DVDs just fine over there with no ex-evil vampires making fun of him. He set up the DVD then joined Spike on the couch, sitting as far away from him as possible.
"I... oh... alright," Spike mocked. "Pass the remote. Can't have you holding a phallic symbol like that, now can we?" When Xander didn't make a move toward it, Spike was forced to move closer and grab it from him. Then he sat back, and hit play.
"Harris. The telly screen is over there."
"Shut up," Xander muttered. He stared resolutely at the screen and pretended to ignore Spike. He watched the film and chewed mechanically on his pop corn, all the time intensely aware of every move Spike made. And that was before the comments started.
Spike licked the salt off his finger and started to watch the film. He was fully prepared to hate it... what with all the children in it. And witchcraft, not the real sort. And strange looking characters... particularly Harry Potter's family. But a half hour later, he was quite engrossed in the story, and moving closer to Xander.
"They could have had better looking teachers. A bit of adult eye candy wouldn't hurt, yeah?"
"I don't know," Xander mused, absently licking at a finger, "Snape is fairly hot. And Sirius isn't too bad either."
"Snape? You sure your other eye hasn't gone blind? And who the bloody hell is Sirius? Never mind, go back to licking your fingers, I'm enjoying that quite a bit." And he wasn't joking, not one bit. He'd need to find a way to feed him, and maybe slip his own finger into that mouth of his.
"Sirius is the guy with the curly hair and the beard," Xander said, fighting down the blush threatening to take over his whole body. He casually grabbed a couple of tissues from the end table and wiped the remaining butter off. "Now hush and watch the film."
"Right... watch the film..." but watching the kleenex stick to Harris' fingers was giving him such dirty thoughts. Right... no need to scare the boy, even if there was nothing wrong with dirty thoughts. Or deeds. Deeds were good...
Silence reigned again as they both focused on the film. Xander tried every trick he knew to ignore Spike but still, every time the blond moved, Xander would be very much aware of it. Not even Cedric Diggory could get his thoughts away from Spike for too long, pretty though the actor was.
"Hmmm" Spike frowned, then turned his head toward Xander, only vaguely aware Giles had come inside the room and was rifling through papers.
"What?" Xander asked, eyes never leaving the screen.
"It's getting much more interesting now that I've figured those two out. They don't hate each other at all. They're doing each other...." he watched as Draco spat venom at Harry, and smirked. "Draco's bloody well doing Harry after hours... who marketed this as a children's film?"
The popcorn went down the wrong way sending Xander into a choking fit.
"What?!" he demanded as soon as he was able to speak. "That's sick Spike! They're, like, fifteen!"
"Didn't know a boy's cock didn't start to work until he came of a certain age." His gaze dropped to Xander's lap. "Did you have that sort of problem?"
Giles dropped his papers and left the room as quietly and quickly as he could.
"What?!" Xander exclaimed once more. He was beginning to feel like a parrot. "I mean, no! I mean, that was different. I was fifteen, I couldn't think it was...and now I'm twenty five and it's icky."
He nodded fervently.
"Icky," he repeated firmly.
"If you say so." Spike took another handful of the popcorn and brought it to his mouth. For once, he wasn't joking. "But I tell you, there's some serious sexual tension between them. I know these things. Harry wants him... bad, but he's playing at hating him for his friends' sake. Draco knows he gets him with the flick of that silly wand... so he plays along. So long as he gets sex, he's happy, and so is little Mr. Draco."
"Oh my God, you did not just say that."
Xander reached out to grab the remote off the table. He would pause the movie before Spike corrupted his brain even more and somehow convince the big fat perve that Draco and Harry were pure as pure could be. Spike was faster than him though and instead of grabbing the remote Xander grabbed one of Giles's funky little paperweights.
Effortlessly twirling the remote about his fingers, Spike continued as if Xander had never spoken. "Look at how Draco's moving his lips...exaggerated motions, those... code for 'get on your knees.'" Nodding, he looked back. "What have you got there? You're not going to throw it at the telly, are you? Giles would be a bit upset."
"Please just...shut up! I'm telling you Draco and Harry are just enemies! That's all," he waved the paperweight around as he gesticulated; "I'll show you!"
"How? How do you think you're going to show me? Oh, just because they don't shag on the screen?" Spike gave a rude snort. "Those are the bits of film that ended up on the cutting room floor. Can you imagine the outrage from the mothers, the do-good brigade, the bible thumpers, and from one Xander Harris? Give me that," leaning over, he snatched the strange looking thing out of the boy's hand.
"That's not true."
Xander made a grab for the paperweight.
"No way are they involved. They hate each other," Xander snapped. He began to say 'Just like us' but had the sense to stop before he proved Spike's point.
"HA!" Moving the gadget just out of reach, Spike got a strange thrill watching Xander's frustration mount. He moved it to the side, and then brought it close to his body. When Xander moved in, Spike mimicked his actions, and brought his mouth only inches away from Xander's.
"So, you don't think they get breathless when they think about the moments they'll find to be alone? You don't think Draco wants to steal a kiss... that Harry's heart bangs so hard he thinks he might have a heart attack each time Draco comes this close to making good on that kiss? Wish there were a way to show you..."
Xander leaped towards Spike to grab the paperweight and somehow managed to land on a cold stone floor.
"What the hell?!" he exclaimed, then his eyes widened in shock. "This isn't my voice! This isn't even my accent!"
Part Two
He looked frantically around. All he could see was a stone corridor with some very weird paintings on the walls and a strange blonde kid that looked vaguely familiar. He brought his panic under control and walked up to the boy.
"Excuse me," he said as politely as he could manage under the circumstances, "would you mind telling me exactly where we are?"
In a show of manliness, or vampireness, Spike hadn't yelped when he hit the sodding ground. But now, he found himself staring past wheat blond hair flopping over his eyes, at a brunet with round glasses, who looked just like....
"Harry fucking Potter!" Spike squinted, "how did you get out of the telly?" In that same instance, he became aware of certain changes in his body. He'd lost a few inches... something he couldn't bloody well afford to do, and his speech was overly refined. He looked up, and up, seeing stone walls and strange paintings in a very un-Giles-like corridor.
"Where?" Xander asked, looking behind him in search for Harry Potter. "What are you talking ab- oh no. No, no, no, no, no."
"Xander?" Spike leaned close and peered into the teenager's spectacles, and couldn't see even a glimmer of Xander, and yet... "Willow. She must have done this. Or Giles, just to get rid of us," he said, suddenly standing up and looking at his robed body and lifting his arms to look at the ridiculously cut long sleeves. "Get up. We're going home."
"It's not always Willow's fault you know," Xander automatically started to protest then drifted into silence. "Spike? You look like...and I look like..." his mind spun as he tried to figure out what just happened. He started recounting the past events out loud, trying to find some sense in them.
"We were arguing and you wanted to show me that Draco and Harry were all sexy with each other and you stole Giles's paperweight thing. And you said you wished..." he trailed off. "This is all your fault," Xander snapped.
"It's not my bloody fault you're an idiot and can't see beyond your nose. They were... are having sex." Some sounds had Spike turning to see a few teenagers making punching gestures. They thought this was another classic Harry/Draco confrontation.
"Give it to me. That thing... the thing that brought us, give it to me," he demanded.
"No! You're just going to wish us into more trouble."
"Gentlemen, may I remind you that you're under a warning?"
Xander looked behind him to find a rather severe-looking woman, decked out as a witch, complete with tartan pointy hat.
"Erm..."
"Mr. Potter, I will thank you to keep any excuses to yourself. This is a time for forgiveness and for amity and I won't have it disrupted by you and Mr. Malfoy. Am I clear?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Miss... you bl..." Spike showed his teeth... or Malfoy's rather, in a rather false smile. "Yes, Miss, clear as crystal." If she could do half of the things the professors in the movie could, they were screwed, good and well.
"We'll be good, professor," Xander added.
He smiled as innocently as he knew how and hoped it looked convincing on Potter's face. It must have been okay enough because Professor McGonnagal sniffed disapprovingly at them and left.
"Well, that was interesting," he commented once she was out of earshot. "What do we do now?"
"You give me the thing that did it, that's what." Without waiting, he started to search Potter... Xander, through his robes, patting down his body, then moving his hands up his legs. Although he wasn't thinking sex... what else could he think of when his palm brushed over Xander's cock. He raised his gaze and locked it with Xander's.
Xander blushed and stepped back. It was usually easy enough for Spike to get a physical reaction out of him and now with all the teenage hormones added, it was just ridiculous.
"Stop groping," he said with a glare, "I don't have the thing."
"You've got something... you or Potter, anyways."
All joking aside, he wondered how they were going to get back. Not that a little adventure away from Sunnydale wasn't a welcome distraction. After all, he had been bored enough to go bother Giles of all people. But being stuck in someone else's body didn't appeal to him. More importantly, Potter might be a decent looking fellow, but Spike preferred Xander-shaped eye-candy. Those broad shoulders and the boy's corded chest really got him going at times.
"Shut up, Spike," Xander muttered.
He glared at the students loitering around and they promptly left the scene.
"Huh...must be the part where they think he's crazy or homicidal or something. They think that at least once a book," he grinned. "Come on, we'll go to the Gryffindor common room. We need to find Hermione Granger. She's the Willow of the bunch. Or the Giles. Possibly both," he said thoughtfully as he started for the closest set of stairs.
"Right... the movies version of Willow. Not a bad idea Harris."
Deep down, Spike knew that in this world... whether it was movie-land or Potter book-land, Xander had far more knowledge about its workings. He only knew as much as they'd gotten to watch on the DVD, and knowing there was sexual tension between the boys in the film was not that helpful. Hating to admit it, though, he pretended he knew where he was going, but allowed Xander to take the lead.
Near one of the strange stairs, there was a paper posted on the wall. "Hold on," he said, looking at it. "It's a list of students who are staying at Hogwarts during the hols."
Spike frowned as he went down the short list and found Draco was not on it. "At least I'm not in a loser's body... his family wants him," he noted, searching the deep pockets of his robe and eventually finding a quill pen. It had been so long since... Biting his lip in concentration, he scratched Draco's name onto the bottom of the list. "What's my last name?"
"Malfoy," Xander replied, rolling his eyes. "You think he's messing around with Potter but you don't even know his last name. Make sure you get the writing right, okay? Don't want the Death Eater parents to come whisk you off." He leaned closer and scanned the list. Hermione hadn't stayed in school over Christmas as far as he remembered but then, he'd only read the books once and it was a while ago. "I don't see Hermione's name."
Spike gave him a scathing look. As if he needed lessons in sneakiness. When he was done, he noted. "Think I'll need to write to dear old dad and find a reason for him not to come and get me, yeah?" He reviewed the list again. "No Ron... none of the names I recognize from the film, except you." There had to be a way out of this. He snapped his fingers. "We're wizards, right? So we should be able to spell ourselves back." Reaching for the wand in his pocket, he started waving it about. "Abraca bloody davra!" The end of his wand sizzled and smoked... but nothing happened.
"One: That was too close to the killing curse for my peace of mind," Xander said, raising one finger. "Two," he continued, one more finger going up, "you might accidentally blow something up if you keep trying random words, and three, don't aim the wand at me!"
Spike had the grace to wince. "Right... no aiming. But let's go find a spell book, or some help... must be something we can do. Wouldn't count on Giles to get us back any time soon, he seemed a bit annoyed by your presence."
They headed off, ostensibly to solve their problem, but were soon caught up in exploring the nooks and crannies of the old castle. The ghosts were disconcerting to Spike but Xander appeared to love them. Spike liked the dark, dungeon-like rooms... you never could tell what would pop out of them, but Harris kept pulling him away from those. Then there were the snow covered school grounds and forest.
Maybe the boyish enthusiasm of their host bodies was affecting them, Spike wasn't sure... but he knew he was less concerned than he should be about being stuck in Draco's body and life. He had just thrown a big snowball at Xander when he doubled over with pain.
"Aurgh.... my stomach. I'm dying," he shouted, trying to ease the gnawing pain by pressing his hands into his stomach.
"You big faker, I never even hit you!" Xander protested as he ran closer to Spike. The glare he received for his indignation was enough to make him shut up.
"What's it feel like?" His only response was a pained grunt. "Maybe you were cursed or something. We should take you to the infirmary."
He grabbed Spike's arm and started tugging him along, back to the castle. They'd found the infirmary that afternoon while they were exploring the castle and he was pretty sure he could find it again. Well, if none of the stairs moved anyway.
"It's like someone's taken a bloody spoon to my innards," Spike groaned, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He stumbled along, wondering what would happen to him if Draco's body died. "Ahhh...." A loud rumble erupted from his stomach. "I think it's the end of the road..." Pulling away, he leaned against the wall. "Shouldn't you be wishing me farewell or kissing me goodbye or... something?"
The moment Xander heard Spike's stomach rumbling he stopped tugging him along. A second rumble quickly followed the rest and Xander found it absolutely impossible not to laugh.
"Oh God...oh God" he kept repeating, unable to stop the giggling.
"What the bloody hell is the matter with you Harris?" Spike gave him a baleful look and doubled over once again. "I'm not faking it." Annoyed and scared, he started to move away. "If you're not going to help find the infirmary... then go." He'd probably expire before he found which of these confusing stairs lead to the right level, but why should Xander care.
"For fuck's sake Spike, you're hungry," Xander said, still giggling a little. "So am I, come to think of it. Come on, we can go to the erm...great hall? Whatever they call it."
"I'm what?! It hurts!" Could it be just hunger? Straightening up, Spike took a deep breath. Now that he put a name to the sensation, maybe it wasn't as bad as he'd thought. "Get me to the great hall then," he said, throwing an arm around the boy's shoulder and leaning into him. "Come on... this Draco fellow has a vicious stomach. It must be bewitched..."
"Or maybe he's human and needs food," Xander said dryly. He led the way to the hall, teasing Spike all the way there. There weren't many times when he could get the upper hand with Spike but on being human? Xander knew best!
His surly look didn't have half the effect it did back home. Wait till he learned how to control Draco's magic... Xander wouldn't look so smug then. Mentally insulting the boy all the way to the hall, but keeping his comments to himself in order to be sure he wouldn't be left stranded, Spike followed along. When they entered the great hall, they found one long table had students seated around it, already eating to their hearts' content. The rest of the long tables weren't set.
Questions were whispered to them, asking whether they'd had another fight and if anyone had died. All Spike knew was he had to get a bit of food inside him. Lowering himself into one of the chairs, he snagged someone's bread roll, dipped it into the sauce in the unknown boy's plate, and took a bite. "I'm in heaven, I think!"
Xander laughed again and settled down across from Spike. He laughed again as he took in the room, in excitement this time. This was even cooler than the films! There were huge trees lining the walls, with what looked like real snow on them and fairies dancing on their branches. One even had a fairy dressed like an angel pirouetting on top. The ceiling showed the snow falling outside, with the flakes disappearing half way down and there were thousands of candles floating over the tables.
He filled his plate and started to eat, still staring at the walls and ceiling in amazement. A hesitant voice broke into his bliss.
"Erm...Draco?"
Part Three
Spike shovelled as much food as he could into his mouth, not caring overly much at first about how it tasted. He briefly wondered what that stout student was doing standing like a dummy behind Xander, but didn't care. At least not until someone gave him a pointed look and said Crabbe was talking to him. "Me? Right... Draco, that would be me. What?" he asked around the filling piece of bread in his mouth.
"You’re sitting with Gryffindors," Crabbe pointed out.
"A..." Right, he knew that. His mouth drew up into a flat line and he slammed his fist onto the table. "I don’t care. They will not drive me from my seat! I claim this as a Slytherin seat."
Leaning forward, he narrowed his eyes and spoke in a threatening tone. "You got any problem with that, Potter?"
Xander stopped mid-chew and looked up.
"Huh? Oh! I have a problem with that," he declared after he swallowed. He tried to muster up the energy to glare but he was still hungry.
"Tell you what, we'll have a duel after lunch."
"Duel, with you?" Spike scoffed. "I'll wipe the bloody floor with your face."
"Draco?"
Spike's eyes shifted to the boy who had screwed his face up and was looking at him as if he were a stranger. "Just having a bit of fun with the bastard. What? What did I say?"
"Draco Malfoy would ne-," Xander stopped when Crabbe's confused glance moved to him. "Ahem...you don't usually talk like that, Malfoy."
"Like what!" Spike remembered. "It's the hols isn't it? I'm all for cursing over the hols." He stood up on his chair, "there will be cursing over the hols... lots of it... and..." Fuck, why was Professor Snape making his way over? Spike felt a bit vulnerable in this body....
Xander smiled nervously as Snape came to stand too close for comfort.
"Mr. Potter," Snape said, disdain dripping from every syllable, "Are you threatening Mr. Malfoy?"
"Me?" Xander squeaked, "I wasn't even talking!"
"Was so," Spike said, but could have bitten his tongue. It was an automatic reaction, that... contradicting Xander at every opportunity.
"S..Malfoy! I was so not!" Xander protested and glanced fearfully at Snape. He was much, much bigger than Xander had expected.
Snape had crossed his arms over his chest and looked decidedly forbidding.
"20 points from Gryffindor for attempting to intimidate another student."
"Yesss!" Spike cleared his throat and tried to wipe the glee off his face. A win was a win though, he couldn't help being excited about it. Still, might be better if he went to the Slytherin table.
The small group of Gryffindor students glared at Draco, then at Harry. If they lost a lot of points during the hols, their classmates weren't going to be the least bit happy with them.
Xander smiled awkwardly at the others and glared at Spike. The smug look he wore certainly fit Malfoy's face.
"You utter..."
"Yes, Mr. Potter?" Snape enquired mildly.
"Slytherin," Xander concluded lamely.
Spike finished eating... or rather devouring, and dropped his napkin onto the table. Leaning back, he watched as Xander started to play with the food in his plate. He looked bloody miserable... and deserved it, for laughing at him, he decided. Nope, there was no reason to feel guilty, none at all.
After dinner, Spike got the shock of his life. Right, maybe that was an overstatement, because a grown man ought not have separation anxiety just because he was forced to go to the Slytherin common rooms while Xander went off to the sunny Gryffindor side. Then there was the idle chit chat with the other students. At first he was quite bored, but things got better as they consulted him on evil plans geared towards costing Gryffindor points.
Hours later, it was time to head for bed. He changed into the ridiculous pyjamas he found under Draco's pillow and got inside the bed. The sheets were cool and causing some sort of strange reaction on his skin. Alarmed, he sat up and found goose bumps all over his body.
Then there was pain. Oh... it came from being panicked and holding his breath. Breathe, he told himself, taking in air and exhaling as quickly as he could. That helped some of the pain, but he was still cold... ice cold. Who could sleep like this?
He tried to bundle up under the covers, brought his knees to his chest and even put on some socks, but nothing helped. Shivering, he got up and headed down to the common room, cursing under his breath when he saw the fire had died out completely. That was it... he was finding Xander.
The long, dark hallways were scary when your eyes didn't pierce the darkness as well as they would if you had the eyes of a vampire. The cold floor hurt his soles. He started to run toward Gryffindor quarters and came to a sudden stop at the portrait. He remembered it from the film, this was the way in. "Open sesame," he said, staring at the face of the woman in the painting.
"Oh my, dear," the Fat Lady trilled, "you're in the wrong place, aren't you?"
"Just open the bleeding door, I'm in the right place. Xander's in there... erm, Potter's in there, yeah?" He shifted his weight from leg to leg and tried to control the chatter of his teeth.
"Well, yes dear, but he knew the password."
Her tone was more disapproving now. She'd never liked the pushy ones who tried to get in without holding to the rules.
"I need to see him. Come on luv... open the door?" Argh, didn't quite sound the same coming out of the mouth of a teenager, that.
The Fat Lady smiled and blushed. Well, at least this young one had manners and charm.
"I'm sorry, my darling, but I must obey the rules," she said, smiling coyly.
"Rules are made to be broken." She didn't look like she was about to relent.
What was the password... if he'd been paying more attention to the film, and less to the rise and fall of Xander's corded chest...
"Not this one," she said firmly, "not after Sirius Black ruined my portrait trying to get to poor Harry. Have you heard that story?" she asked eagerly, "I could tell you if you want. I was very brave." She preened, preparing to launch into the epic story of a portrait and an evil wizard.
"No and I don't want to hear it," he said, wracking his brain. That was it. Hoping he was right, he whispered the word. "Come on, don't have all day... freezing my arse off here."
"Sorry. No password, no Potter," she said and sniffed disapprovingly. She had been too hasty in thinking that this young man had manners or charm. He was obviously an unprincipled cad.
Frowning, this time he shouted the word. Obviously she was quite deaf!
"There's no need to shout!" she exclaimed and reluctantly open the door. "Children today, no manners. No manners at all."
He gave her a surly look and slipped in through the opening. Once he was in the common room, he saw the stairs to the various rooms. A vampire’s nose would really have been useful now... But no, he had to check every room, and naturally, it was the last one.
He stood at the door and whispered, "Xander... I..." Fuck it.. He headed straight for the bed.
Xander had followed the other Gryffindors up to the tower. He’d walked into the common room and saw the rest of them settle down on various chairs and kept on going until he was in his dorm. Thanking all gods and demons that he'd paid enough attention to the books to figure out which dorm was his, he looked around the room.
It was definitely Gryffindor, decked out in red and gold colours. Xander explored the place, curious about the way six boys fit together in one room. He'd been an only child and all his friends were girls. This haven of boyness was strange to him, as strange as sparkly lip gloss and high heels had ever been.
When he got tired of checking out the room, he changed into the pyjamas he found under the bed's pillow and slipped under the covers. He slept fairly comfortably until something very cold pressed on his leg. Instantly awake he yelped and tried to push the offending ice cube away.
"Spike?” he exclaimed once he saw a flash of blond. “What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be in the Slytherin dungeons."
Spike rolled closer and grabbed Xander around the waist, and put his head down on his chest. "My skin hurts, my soles are going to bloody well fall off," he whined, tightening his hold. Finally, the heat from Xander's body started to seep through his pyjamas... a bit of relief.
Xander grinned and shook his head. "You make a very whiny human, you know that?" Still, he let Spike snuggle close and began to relax against him.
“I don’t know how you stand it… it hurts to be human. I don’t like it one bit.” All those occasions when he’d wondered what it might be like to go back to being human… now that he knew, he would never wish it on his worst enemy.
He closed his eyes, still smiling at Spike's little complaints. "And don't forget to leave early in the morning," he mumbled as he drifted off to sleep, "Draco and Harry wouldn't be caught dead in the same bed."
“Maybe they wouldn’t be caught, but they sure fuck up a storm in bed, against the trees, all over the grounds… how else would they keep warm in winter,” Spike answered, taking advantage of the fact Xander had fallen asleep, and pushing his hands under the boy’s pyjama top. Right… now his skin thawed out and no longer hurt. Smiling, he closed his eyes.
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