Hybrid Theory

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Narcissa snorted in a show of unladylike manners while she almost laughed herself off of her son's four poster. Said son was rolling his eyes in exasperation and steadying a hand on his mother's arm.

"Honestly, it wasn't that funny," Draco growled reprovingly.

Narcissa giggled again like a young schoolgirl, "Oh yes it was. Still is. Oh my, remind me to honor Faith when I see her next. Putting you in your place. Goodness...to have been a fly on one of THOSE walls." She snorted again.

"Oh really, why?"

His mother beamed widely at him and shook her head. "Though I may hate to say it, you are much like your father in such ways. Pride is a very dominant trait in the pair of you. You both hate being put in your place. Your face must have been priceless."

Rolling his eyes once again, he crossed his arms vexation.

"Do you WANT to hear the rest of the story?"

Narcissa kissed his temple lovingly and smiled sweetly at him.

"Of course, my darling. What happens?"

Draco grinned at her wickedly. "We kicked each other's arses."

"DRACO!"

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Everything was silent as Faith gave a toothy grin to the blonde across from her.

"Like hell you will! You'll just try," Draco responded defiantly, "I won't tell jack shit!" he shoved his chair back and started to stalk back towards the door he had come from when he felt a prickling on his spine. He managed to duck in time to only miss the foot aimed at his head by a few hairs.

"If I try, I'll win, trust me. You'll tell me everything soon enough." She had shed her dark denim jacket, allowing him to finally see her tattoo up close. He loved body art with the exception being the one on his arm.

Draco felt different. Never in his life had ever felt like this. Sure, he had become red with rage before, and it had scared HIM. But now, he was becoming something unusual. The hybrid that dwelled within him pushed itself out with ferocity. From what he could assess from himself, he had fangs and his eyes must have changed, but to what, he didn't know. His senses were also higher, for he knew things, strange things, things that were happening in rooms far away from the one he was in, conversations that involved people that were distant from him.

But this was dissimilar. It wasn't scary nor odd to him. Somehow, this was his passion. This was pleasure to him. This...intensity. This...fight.

Without warning, Draco rumbled out, "Bring it on, slayer."

He heard shocked gasps at his statement. Clearly some bushy haired Gryff still didn't believe in Chosen Ones. She was in for a big surprise.

He was in for his own surprise when Faith took the chair he had been sitting in and smashed it over the table, destroying it to bits. Picking up the perfect stake, she twirled it with expertise.

"It's being brought, slayer junior."

Draco snarled. Now, he had been known to snarl in school and such, it went nicely with his sneer, but this snarl went complete with growl, flashing eyes, curling lips, and fangs. Even the gasping damsels clung to the hero in the background. He had NEVER done that before. The thought of it pleased him immensely.

Faith raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Cute," she said dryly, "but I've seen better."

With that, she lunged rapidly at Draco and the fight was on. Fortunately, he managed counter every attack she threw at him. Not once did she attack with the stake, at least, not in a lethal manner. The times she did assault him with it, Faith was sure to use the blunt end. He even turned it around on her in a very similar manner he had once seen used on the blonde slayer once in a vision, only he didn't use the sharp side either. He just knocked the breath out of her.

"Oh, you are so gonna hate being knocked down," Faith snarled reproachfully.

Draco grinned in satisfaction.

Feeling a little droll, he replied innocently, "Doesn't that require actually being knocked down?"

They were circling each other, matching each other's steps perfectly. Faith narrowed her dark brown eyes, smirking at Draco. She leaned casually against the table and twirled the stake, which she had gotten back from him, between her slender fingers.

"Keep your guard up," she offered helpfully, "Never let it down."

He looked at her like she had grown another head.

"If anyone needs to keep their guard up, it would be you," he growled out at her, confused at her advice.

Faith just threw her head back and laughed.

"Oh, baby, if you didn't have such a big stick up your ass, I would so be licking it."

It was quiet for about two seconds. The silence was broken when an old female Auror had fainted from all the excitement and thudded against the cold, concrete floor. Everyone had been too astounded to notice her descent and even to catch her until they heard her make contact.

"Oi! Old lady Wellington's copped it!"

"Oh don't be such a dolt! Enervate!"

All the commotion had brought attention away from the previous fight and had brought down everyone's guards, all except Faith's.

All Draco knew is he had been looking at a newly awakened woman one moment, and the next he was on his back with a very sharp piece of wood aimed at his heart.

"Never let your guard down," Faith repeated with her damnable grin.

Draco closed his eyes, groaning. He let his head fall to the ground with a dull thud and sighed. He felt more than heard Faith chuckle which reminded him of how close the two really were.

"You know, all this talk about my arse and then the fighting and now this oh so compromising position certainly is making for a wonderful picture, don't you think?" he cheekily said to her.

Draco opened his eyes and laid his hands on Faith's knees, gradually inching them up towards her thighs.

Faith just arched a brow and chuckled again. Wasn't she the one who always said slaying got her horny? Buffy was the one who actually went for the vamps, but not every single vampire she had dusted had looked that bad. And the one she had under her wasn't bad at all.

"Sorry, blondie. Maybe in a little - HEY!"

Cold steel made impact with Faith's wrist. She had just gone against her own advice. Since she had let her guard down, it allowed Cornelius Fudge enough time to slam some funky looking bracelet on her left wrist. She looked to Draco who was now leaned up on his elbows, openly gaping at her. Returning her alert gaze to the pudgy man, Faith and demanded, "What the hell is this about?"

Fudge smiled self-righteously at her, back straight and arms clasped behind his back.

"You are now under the surveillance of the Ministry of Magic for that little...display. I do say I expected better behavior from you."

Swiftly, Faith got to her feet, Draco forgotten, and glowered at the plump man before her. Who did he think he was to just keep put that piece of crap on her? Granted, he may have been the big boss around this place, but it didn't seem like it to her. She was horribly tempted to rip the bowler hat off his head and put a fist through it, but she didn't think it would help the situation. Thankfully, Dumbledore was heading over their way.

He placed a gentle hand on Faith's shoulder, turning to Fudge. In a soothing tone, Dumbledore attempted to lighten the situation, "Now, Minister, I think this has gone far enough. Putting Mr. Malfoy under surveillance was stretching things, but this is going too far. I must ask that you remove this at once."

He remained cool and collected through his plea, but his twinkling eyes glittered not with merriment, but with danger. In return, Fudge glared daggers at Dumbledore and then turned his nose up to Faith.

"You forget your place, Albus," he shot back smoothly, "It is I who is the Minister of Magic. You are simply the Headmaster at a magic school."

"That may be so, Cornelius," Dumbledore was on par with the man, "but I believe that Faith here does not need such surveillance."

Cornelius made an odd, skeptical sort of noise. "And why not? This girl has the ability to kill us all without even breaking a sweat. She's a murderer, Dumbledore! A cold-blooded, ruthless, murderer! She has no heart nor feeling whatsoever!"

And that was when Faith's stake made contact with the wall just centimeters from Fudge's face.