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Mirkys Drabble Chain	By : MirkyTwilight Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11557 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Title: Drabble 28 - Stake to my Heart
Pairing: Spike . Hermione Granger
Fandom: Harry Potter Xover BtVS

The moon peaked out from behind clouds showing its thumbnail size as it was surrounded by winking stars. It was a beautiful sight a stargazer would enjoy but neither person was too inclined to look up and sigh with admiration.
Hair pinned up in a cascade of curls Hermione sipped a glass of Champaign as her companion did the same but his flute had a healthy dose of blood mixed in. She could pretend it was red wine but to lie to herself in such a blatant way wasn't productive. The checkered blanket beneath her was frayed, the wicker basket had seen better days, the silverware was plain, and the candles were black but dripped what looked like blood, but the meal had been delicious.
Leaning against a tombstone, name and date faded with time she giggled as he leaned in and brushed his nose against her ear and whispered a sappy line from her favorite poem. Love, it was true love and she couldn't be happier as she bestowed a kiss on his lips. "Love you Spike."
He pulled back and she met his gaze without fear. It had taken her so long to speak those words but she needed to be sure. Her heart had been horribly burned, left at the altar horrified, but Spike was willing to wait. It had been a little over a year since the courtship began and if you added several months to that it would be the anniversary of her arrival to this interesting town... Sunnydale, the home of the famed Hellmouth.
The one place no witch or wizard would dare tread but desperation made her cross that barrier and she couldn't have been happier to have done so.
"Hermione..." Spike's hand reached out and cupped her cheek and she settled her own hand over his, their black fingernails a testament of their devotion to fashion, or in Hermione's opinion a small way to show her boyfriend she did care for him. Black nails were something her colleagues didn't appreciate but who besides her felt Spike was more than worth the effort?
"I do, I had for a long time now but..." she pushed forward, "but I'm not scared anymore. I can't help but loving you, the way you sing in the shower, how you let me dress you sometimes even if you know it's for a good laugh, you're more than willing to march up to the school and tear into the faculty... I just love everything about you Spike." his thumb brushed beneath her eye catching a stray tear. "I never thought I would ever be happy again but I am."
Spike kissed her, "You make my heart want to beat pet."
Pressing their brows together she spoke the words that would change her life, "And you make me want to stop my heart," their eyes met, "One lifetime isn't enough if you'll have me."
The moment was broken by a, "How sweet." Spike's head swiveled and he snarled at the interloper, a freshly unearthed vampire. "I bet your blood tastes even sweeter."
"Be back love." Spike promised with a peck on her nose and he was up rolling his shoulders as his face shifted. The fight was bound to be entertaining, they always were as Spike enjoyed making a show out of it for her entertainment so Hermione rested against the tombstone and watched. She truly had no worries knowing her lover wouldn't allow anything to happen to her and her wand was tucked in her hair. To lose her magic would be sad but it was a sacrifice she could live with. Even now she didn't do much magic, the energy of the Hellmouth making a simple summoning charm difficult to control.
"Bravo." Hermione held up her glass of Champaign as Spike did a dramatic bow. "9 point 5."
"Blasphemy!" appropriately offended Spikes face shifted and he removed his jacket, "Perfect ten." Flailing it out removing the dust he sauntered over and draped it around his witch�s bare shoulders.
"The back flip was too dramatic." she teased as she handed him his own glass of doctored champagne. Burrowing further into the aged leather jacket she pressed her nose against the collar, it smelled like Spike. Smokey with a hint of something that was unique to the vampire.
"Only for you love." setting down his warmed drink he took Hermione's and sat it beside his own. "I have something for you pet."
Her eyes lit up, she loved his gifts. They were... cute. Morbidly dark but they were Spike's attempt to woo her the only way he knew how. "You didn't have to."
The vampire smirked; "As if I would believe those words." reaching into one of the pockets of his jacket he pulled out a rectangular box that had a black ribbon. Handing it to her he spoke as she unraveled it, "To show my devotion I had this created. Lockly Demon's specialize in this sort of thing..." her eyes had widened and he watched her still in either awe or dismay he wasn't sure. "Do you like it?" he finally asked as the silence passed far longer than he could handle which was a matter of seconds.
Sitting on a pillow of crushed velvet was a gold necklace, the chain delicate yet intricate, telling it was crafted by a master. Attached to the necklace was a very noticeable charm, one that could easily stick out as she was sure the chain was long enough to hug her throat allowing the delicate charm to sit snugly in the indent of her collar nestled between skin and bone.
The charm was solid gold shaped like a wooden stake, the very tip decorated with a ruby made to look like a drop of blood. She could feel the magic woven within the jewelry, it was dark and intoxicating, made to be worn by those who could handle such a things. Lockly Demon's specialized in the creation of jewelry for vampires and their cousins. What made it much more breathtaking was the ruby, so small and delicate it told her more of her lover�s devotion than she could comprehend. "Spike..." a drop of his blood. He had willingly given his own blood to fill the ruby giving it that dark color making it all the more powerful.
To willingly shed blood for such a thing... Hermione had his life in her hands.
As delicate as it looked the locket and chain could withstand the strength of a vampire and to place it around her neck it could never unwillingly be removed, to do so would kill him. Even forced to do so the necklace would remain in place due to the strong demonic magic entwined within the locks but if she were to willingly remove it, believing in heart she truly cared not for him, even for a fraction of a second it would be his end. A stake to his heart... the key to his heart... morbidly twisted.
So... so Spike and she loved him more for it.
Lifting her eyes to meet his she could see the growing worry and allowed tears to fall from her eyes as her hands shakily removed the delicate necklace from the cushion. Spike held his breath as she set the plain box down on the checkered blanket and could swear his heart dropped from his chest as she handed it to him. He could have faded into dust, died of true heartbreak but before he could flee and wait for the sunrise to take him from his misery his dearest most precious witch twisted where she sat and lifted the curls from her neck revealing smooth skin unadorned with jewelry.
He was at a loss of words his unbeating heart wanted to burst. "Sure?" such a simple word that could either break or complete him.
"Do it or so help me the Slayer would be the least of your worries Spike." her words brought him back and he felt the Bad Ass Master of the Hellmouth return and without hesitation Spike slipped the piece of jewelry around her neck. The chain was snug against her throat and when she turned around he stared at the pendent that took on a tarnished appearance, no longer shiny and new.
Already Hermione could feel the heaviness in her soul as the pendant began to suck the life out of her. By dawn maybe sooner she would die and be reborn, the fear of the future was put to rest as she felt the pulse of warmth coming from the charm. Spike pulled her close and she lost herself in a kiss that left her breathless and tingly.
She had his heart in her hands, the gentle pulse mimicking a beat of an organ that was long dead but Hermione was hopeful they would spend an eternity together. He would never fear her removing the chain and him feeling the magical echo of a stake plunging into his chest turning him to dust.
Picked up Hermione was carried bridal style to her lover�s crypt. There she would be made love to until she was too delirious to feel her life pulled out of her and then, only then, at the last possible moment Spike would plunge his fangs into her sweet flesh and drink just enough before feeding her his blood claiming her as his.
It would be only a matter of time before Hermione newly born and flushed with blood from a recent kill shared between the two, her wand tangled in her hair, she would return the devotion. Now it was his turn to hold the stake to her heart.
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