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Draco Malfoy & the House of Seraphim	By : KaliDiah Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 20461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SPECIAL THANKS: Before I do anything, I have to give thanks to Sora-chan for helping with a quick re-write of this chapter. The start didn't flow well, and she helped rectify that. I am eternally grateful. :)

Okay, now for what you've been waiting for ...

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Reliving his life. It was exactly what Draco had been trying to avoid with these two, despite feeling an inexplicably strong connection to them. He hated dwelling on his experiences as it was, but to do so with these two strangers that yet seemed so familiar was nearly ludicrous, in his thinking. Nevertheless, a gut instinct reassured Draco that he could trust them. He could be himself around the two vampires ... even if he wasn't quite sure who "himself" was at the moment. Of course, the fact that they knew nothing of him or his family prior to this helped. There was nothing for them to expect from him, because they didn't know what to expect ... and for that, Draco knew they would understand his sentiments, his fears ... his everything.

So the young Malfoy started with his childhood: how he was spoiled beyond belief, how he was the apple of his parents' eyes, how they had loved him, once upon a time. They had answered to his every need and demand, and in turn he had adored them. Draco remembered that he'd wanted to be just like his father: well-respected, strong, infallible, maybe even a little feared. He had succeeded rather greatly in his prospect, if he did say so himself, but his pampered upbringing had caused him to whine incessantly whenever he didn't get his way ... which was a frequent occurrence during his first few years at Hogwarts.

Draco also revealed his family's belief of the superiority of pureblood wizards, and how that had rubbed off on him. But years of exposure to half-bloods and Muggle-born witches and wizards had slowly changed his views. Although he'd only admit it to Angel and Spike, he thought Hermione Granger had to be one of the finest damn witches he'd ever met. The girl was absolutely brilliant and dedicated to the art; it was no wonder her marks surpassed his. By his fourth year at Hogwarts, he had completely abandoned the notion that only purebloods should be allowed to learn magick. Of course, he couldn't reveal those views now, not without completely losing face, for his reputation at the school was already well-established. He was Draco Malfoy, Muggle-hater, future Death Eater, and all-around prat. Anything that proved otherwise was grounds for suspicion, not only by the student body, but by his own parents. To Draco's surprise and relief, both vampires let him know that they completely understood his situation. They, too, were expected to behave a certain way, and any deviation would earn two very pointy wooden stakes right over their hearts. Knowing that he wasn't the only one going through this made him feel infinitely better. He was sure that if anyone could help him come to grips with his situation, it was Angel and Spike.

He then went on to describe the major events at Hogwarts during his time there. Draco told the story of how he and the Boy Who Lived first met, and how from there they became enemies. He described the highlight of that year: the discovery of the Philosopher's Stone (by Harry and his two lackeys, no less) and how that was connected to the return of Voldemort. The second year, Draco continued, the Chamber of Secrets was inadvertently opened by a young girl named Ginny Weasley, which had caused a basilisk to roam the school looking for prey. Its reign of terror was stopped only when (surprise, surprise) Harry used the Sword of Gryffindor to slay the beast. This comment earned an amused eye-roll from the two vampires. Their mood slightly changed when Draco told them about how and why he was attacked by Buckbeak the hippogriff in his third year; Spike chided him for being so foolish. Draco quickly shifted the story's focus to Harry, describing the boy's involvement with an escaped convict from Azkaban. He proceeded to enlighten them next on the Triwizard Tournament in his fourth year: how Harry somehow managed to worm his way in and win the whole damn thing. When he finally arrived at his fifth year, he merely said, "It was completely messed up, and I'll guarantee you that it was all Potter's fault."

"Wow," Spike said once Draco was done. "That Harry Potter kid seems to be at the center of everything around here."

"I. Know," Draco growled.

Angel chuckled. "Have you ever tried to give him a chance?"

"Weren't you listening?" Draco snapped. He immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry. He just gets me so ... argh! But yes, I offered my friendship, but he tossed it aside!"

"Well, prolly 'cause he recognized what a wanker you were then," Spike offered with a smirk.

Draco thought a moment, then nodded. "Probably. I was really stuck up then, and I made no effort to hide my dislike of Muggles. That deterred him, undoubtedly."

"What about since then?" Angel asked.

"I ... can't. That whole image thing. And we've been at odds with each other for so long, I don't think he'd accept any effort on my part to reconcile."

Angel nodded. "Well, perhaps you can still try?"

Draco pouted. "No way." He crossed his arms in defiance.

Angel and Spike smiled. "Trust me, Draco, you won't regret it. Even if he declines, at least you made the effort."

Draco grimaced. They were right. He didn't like it, but they were right.

"It's obvious subtlety ain't workin' for ya, mate," Spike said. "Maybe it's time you just reinvent yourself to your liking, and leave it up to everyone else to accept or not." He looked at Angel.

Draco was unsure of the look the two shared, but he didn't think it had anything to do with him. He had to admit, though, Spike was right. Maybe he should just do what he wanted, and screw everyone else. He nodded. "You're right. I think I will."

"And we can help," Angel offered. "When it comes to reinvention, no one knows better than us."

"Except David Bowie," Spike interjected.

"Hmmm," Angel said, pretending to be thoughtful. "Perhaps we could give him a call ...?" The vampires then laughed.

"Who is David Bowie?" Draco asked. He was met with twin stares of disbelief.

"Only one of the richest British rock musicians!" Spike answered.

"Oh, is he a Muggle?"

Angel grinned. "I think that is currently up for debate. However, he does live in the Muggle world, so I don't suppose you would have heard of him."

"Pity," Spike added. "The man is bloody brilliant."

"Don't let Sid hear you say that," Angel teased.

"Hey, I give respect where respect is due. And David Bowie is due a shit-load of respect."

The three were silent for a few moments, before Angel asked, "So, why didn't you go home, like the other students?"

Draco sighed, and then delved into how his father was aligned with the Dark Lord, and his descent into madness. Though he had remained calm until then, talking about his father's fall was quite emotional, and surprisingly he made no attempt to hide it. By the time he had told them that his parents had just disappeared, abandoning him, he was crying. He was startled when one strong arm wrapped around his shoulder, and another snaked around his waist. He looked up to find that both vampires had moved their chairs closer, and Angel secured his shoulders while Spike had his waist.

The Malfoy pride was screaming at him to brush them off and get a hold of himself. But something deeper demanded that he stay put, that he needed this more than anything. He had to admit, he felt safe between two them. Again he was filled with a feeling of belonging. Without realizing it, he put his head on Spike's shoulder while he got his sobbing under control.

Suddenly, he heard a deep rumbling. Some of it seemed to be coming from Spike, as his shoulder was vibrating. He only assumed the rest of it came from Angel. It took him a moment to realize ... they were purring. It soothed him, and he calmed quickly. He straightened again, but not so much that the vampires felt they had to remove their arms. He took a deep breath. "As I said, Father tried constantly to get me to join him, but it'll never work. What I'm about to tell you, not even the headmaster knows ... I don't think. Please, you can't tell anyone."

"Till we're dust, love," Spike murmured, his words underlined with the purring.

Looking at Angel, he saw the same sentiment reflected there. Draco nodded and removed the lyre pendant from under his shirt. "A few months ago, I dedicated myself to Apollo. He's a god of both light and truth, as well as healing. It's those things I want in my life. Not darkness and evil."

Angel delicately took the pendant in his fingers. "This is beautiful. Did you buy it, or make it yourself?"

"I ... I made it myself. I used magick, but it is my work."

Angel allowed Spike a closer look. "Well, Gran'-Sire, looks like we have quite the artisan on our hands."

"I agree. It's very lovely."

"Thank you." This time, he allowed himself to blush. "But, that's not all." He unlatched the chain and removed the lyre. "This is another secret." With a wave of his wand, the lyre grew, until it became an actual instrument. "I ... I learned several instruments as a child, including the lyre. So, I made this one in secret, and when not using it, I shrink it." He demonstrated with another wave of his wand, and returned the now miniature lyre to the chain.

Both vampires stared wide-eyed. "That is just ... amazing," Spike breathed.

"I'm sure Apollo is suitably impressed," Angel agreed.

"Thank you. It's the most valuable thing I possess right now. And truthfully, the Manor could burn to the ground and I wouldn't care, so long as I have this." Draco grasped the pendant again, and fell silent.

After a few moments, Angel asked, "How do you feel? You okay?"

"Y-yes, I think," Draco answered honestly. "A little confused. This isn't like me. I'm not used to getting so emotional. But I just ..."

"It's okay, pet. No need to explain." Draco was grateful to Spike for the save. "Angel and I just have a way about us. Before you know it, you'll be telling us your deepest, darkest fantasies." Draco blushed deep scarlet, and he was aware that Angel was growling.

"That wasn't necessary, boy," Angel said in warning.

"Sorry, Peaches. Just trying to lighten the mood. He's gotta be at that Professor's classroom soon, and I don't think he wants to let on that he's been through the emotional wringer."

Angel softened, and the growl turned once more into a purr. "True. You do have to be going, Draco."

Draco nodded, but couldn't help whimpering as the men removed their arms. He stood shakily, and took a deep breath. "Okay. Do you still want that tour?"

"If you're still up to it. No pressure." Angel smiled.

"I am. I'll come back here as soon as I'm done." He moved to the door, but turned before leaving. "Thank you, for listening. I ... I really needed it." Both men simply smiled and nodded. "I will speak to you later, then. Angel. Spike." He nodded at each of them in turn.

"Please," Angel said, "call us Liam and Will."

"I'll remember." Draco then left and ran all the way to the Potions classroom.

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"I say we find my lovely grand-nephew and rip 'im to shreds," Spike said. He was fuming, and his demon demanded he take vengeance for the pain his great-grand-nephew had suffered. He was pacing frantically in the sitting room of their suite, and it was taking all he had not to destroy the furniture.

"I am actually inclined to agree with you. God, the emotion was so intense, as if he'd been bottling it up for years."

"Well, you heard about his upbringing. He was taught that emotions are a weakness."

"You felt it, didn't you? The pull?"

Spike was taken a bit aback. He certainly had, but he didn't expect Angel to. "Yeah. But, he's my kin, it's natural. Did ... did you?"

Angel nodded. "It was odd, and rather overwhelming. I think the fact that he's your kin, and you're my blood, combined with his power ..."

Spike thought a moment. "It wasn't that bad for me." But when Angel simply pointed to the amulet around his neck, he understood. He suddenly realized that in order to fully connect to Draco, which he unexpectedly found himself wanting to do, he knew he would have to remove it. "Oh, bloody hell. I'm gonna hafta take this thing off." He did so, and after placing it on the table and stepping away, he regretted it. The magick of the castle hit him like a brick wall, and his knees grew weak. There was that buzzing in his brain again, but this time, it seemed more focused. As if it was trying to say something.

He suddenly found himself back in his Grand-Sire's embrace once more. "Easy, Will. Why did you take it off?"

"I wanna ... I wanna feel Draco. Completely. But I can't do that with that amulet on." He scrunched his eyes shut, trying to block out the chaos that had erupted in his mind. The buzzing was definitely trying to form into something, but he wasn't sure what. It was so loud and so forceful, he couldn't concentrate.

"But without it, being surrounded by all this magick might drive you insane."

Spike nodded emphatically. He knew it would, but even so, he wanted to know what the buzzing was saying. "Blast. Guess this means I'll have to learn magick, don't it?"

Angel chuckled. "Seems so, love."

Spike froze. Did Angel just call him ... love? Even through all the noise in his head, he was quite sure he heard correctly. Just another piece to the bizarre puzzle that was the past day or two.

"Here." Angel retrieved the amulet and once again placed it around his Grand-Childe's neck. Though the chaos was subdued, it was not completely gone, as it had been the first time he put the amulet on. The buzzing was still there, and it was still trying to talk to him.

"We will be here for a while, I'm sure," Angel continued. "You'll have time to get to know Draco. You don't need to do it all at once."

Spike nodded as Angel helped him to his feet. He was once again shocked speechless as Angel's arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. And when Angel began purring again, he nearly lost it, the insistent buzzing forgotten. He encircled the older man's waist and squeezed, and was thrilled when Angel's embrace tightened. "Missed this," Spike murmured. He waited for the inevitable, for Angel to pull away again.

But he didn't. He only started swaying back and forth lightly. "As have I, lad. As have I." Spike's heart nearly beat. Angel had missed him.

Spike had the sudden urge to kiss the other vampire, but knew that it wasn't possible. Angel wasn't interested. This was just a bout of temporary insanity. It had to be, right? Maybe the buzzing was trying to talk to him, too, but he was just too stubborn to admit it.

"How long are we going to dance like this?" Angel asked softly.

"We're dancing? I thought we were just swaying. We're not really ..." Spike was interrupted by Angel's chuckle.

"No, Will. I mean dancing around each other, and what we feel."

"Oh." OH! What? Angel felt something for him? "What ... what do we feel?"

"I'm not sure. I care for you. I mean, you are my blood, and that will always be there. But, since you've showed up at the office ... we've been getting to know each other, right?" Spike nodded. "You've changed so much. And I'm going to admit, I like what I see."

"You ... you do?"

"Absolutely. I mean, you've overcome so much. And just ... I can't explain it. But I like it."

Spike looked up at Angel and smiled. "Yeah, you're alright yourself. Not quite as poncy as I thought you were."

Angel laughed. "I'm glad."

"How glad?"

"Very." Before Spike could reply, Angel dipped down and brushed his lips against Spike's. "Let's forget the past, Will. That wasn't us. That was two completely different beings that we'll never be again."

Spike was confused. Angel just said to forget the past ... so why had he practically kissed him. "I don't understand."

"Let's start over, and do it right." With that, he kissed Spike fully.

Oh. Spike understood now.

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He was insane. He had to be. But, oh, how delightful it was to be crazy.

Angel had forgotten what an incredible kisser his William was. He sank into the slight contact of their lips and sighed. It was hard to restrain himself, as long suppressed desire sprang forth. He wanted to take this slow. As he said, to do it right. But, he couldn't resist when the light swipe of Spike's tongue asked permission to enter. Yeah, okay, he could deal with that.

He had forgotten how talented his William's tongue was, as well. Grraarr. He failed to catch the moan that escaped him.

Spike chuckled, effectively ending the kiss. But when Angel opened his eyes, he didn't see humor in the blue eyes. He saw love and adoration, and it caused Angel to nearly melt. "You've been waiting for this for a while, haven't you?" he asked.

"Yes. Wanna know what's funny? Draco figured it out at the feast last night."

Angel blinked twice. "He did?" When Spike nodded, he said, "How very ... astute of him."

Spike chuckled again. "He's bright, that one."

Angel had to agree. "Spike, I have known for a while. Sort of. I mean, I knew you felt something, but I wasn't sure what. I thought ... I was afraid that you wanted what we ... what Angelus and William the Bloody had. I just can't do that."

"I know. At first, that was what I wanted. At least, I thought I wanted it. But, you're right. We've both changed, and we'll never be those people again."

"So, where do we go from here?"

"I have no clue. Let's just play it by ear, yeah?"

"Slow and easy?"

"Yeah. We've got all the time in the world."

"That we do." Angel held him tight, and he nearly burst with glee. But his happiness was soon diminished by Spike's forlorn voice.

"Angel, the curse."

"Screw it," Angel stated forcefully. When Spike tried to pull away, he only tightened his hold. "Will, I've done some thinking. When I first got my soul, I thought I had no choice but to be one of the good guys. But, that was my choice. Just as it was yours. But, that doesn't mean I have to be miserable all the damn time."

"But, if you're happy, there goes your soul."

"You wouldn't be able to accept Angelus the way he was, either from the beginning or from back in Sunnydale. He knows that. He doesn't want to lose you again. He wouldn't do anything to risk it. And since you're a good guy now ..."

"He would be one too?" Spike asked in quiet disbelief.

"Mmmmmmaybe," Angel said truthfully. "I don't think he'd put on a white hat, so to speak. But, he would curb his evil intentions quite a bit."

"For me?"

"Yes. But, even so, there is still a risk."

"So, you still can't be happy," Spike surmised gloomily.

"Maybe not perfectly happy, but I sure as hell don't need to be unhappy."

Spike moved away from Angel and stood for a moment, clearly wracking his brain about something, fiddling with the amulet as he did. Suddenly, his expression brightened. "We've forgotten where we are, pet. If anyone can find a solution to that soul of yours ..."

"Albus. Bloody brilliant!" Angel cried and swept up the blonde. "You are so damn smart!"

"Of course. I'm a Malfoy after all. That reminds me, I've never known your last name. I was lucky you told me your first."

Angel's returned happiness once again fled. It had been a long time since he had ever used his true last name. But it was more than that fact that pained him. "I ... um ... it's ... O'Connor." He left Spike's side and sat down hard. He had named Connor in remembrance of his old family. But, Connor was now also gone, and dammit, it still hurt.

Spike recognized Angel's pain, and why he hurt. He knelt before him, placing his hands on Angel's knees. "I can't believe you live with that every day."

"It's not the only thing that only I remember," Angel muttered.

"Come again?"

"Once, after that Thanksgiving that the Native American spirits attacked -- yes, I was there -- she came to see me." He knew he didn't have to mention the Slayer's name. "A demon attacked, and I got some of its blood on me. It was regenerative. It ... it made me human again. I was alive."

Spike's eyes grew wide. "You could go out in the sun and everything?"

Angel nodded. "More than that. No curse." Spike's eyes grew even wider, and it was clear he understood the insinuation. Which was good, since he didn't want to have to say it to him. "But the demon was still at large. And you know me, gotta play the hero."

"Like the innate Gryffindor that you are."

"Ah, they told you about that too, eh?"

"Yes. Now, what happened?"

"We went after it. But it beat the daylights outta me. Nearly killed me. I knew I was no good to the Powers That Be, and I knew that she would be too distracted, wanting to protect me instead of doing her job. So, I went to the Oracles, and asked them to make me a vampire again. The only way to do it was to turn back time. Stipulation being, I would be the only one to remember."

"So, you had what you wanted, but gave it up?" Angel simply nodded. "Oh, pet. The things you've had to endure." He wrapped his arms around him. "Now I know why you're always so broody. But I'm here now. Really here. And ... and we have Draco, it seems."

Angel allowed himself to smile. "You've really taken to him, haven't you?"

"I have. And I know how weird it sounds, but I think he's the reason we're here."

Angel nodded. "I have to agree with you there. I mean, he just lost his family, and you were looking for family. And, well, he is family."

"When I mentioned family, I meant us. You and I."

"And that hasn't been resolved?"

Spike smiled. "Well, it's getting there. But, I have to say, I think Draco is a delightful bonus."

"Delightful. Definitely." Angel regretted the words instantly.

"You fancy my great-gran'-nephew, love?" Spike seemed ... amused.

"He's you."

"Two for the price of one, eh?"

"William, enough." But Angel chuckled. "You have to tell him. He needs to know."

"You're right. And I want to tell him. But ... dammit, Liam, he's mine. He's my great-gran'-nephew, and I don't want to just tell him then have to leave him. I'm not his parents."

Angel understood exactly what Spike was talking about. Even though he wasn't directly related, he felt the protectiveness of his demon. "Do you think he'll accept that?"

"I don't know. I mean, he liked having us here, comforting him. But beyond that ..."

"Well, maybe we should take some more time. Let him get to know us more?" Angel suggested.

Spike nodded, then snuggled into Angel's chest. "Good idea. You always seem to know what needs to be done." He gently kissed the older vampire.

"And that is why I'm the boss." Both men laughed.

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TO MY REVIEWERS

Sora -- Neko!Draco ... I still want that drawing. Oh, and ... Evil Cows.

Nyte -- Hmmm, which two characters would that be? :D Somehow, bringing these two worlds together only seemed natural.

warconq -- I am big into vampires, so I've done my research. :) And I detest fics that make Angel a nancy-boy, as well as those that depict him as a big, dumb lug. He is QUITE intelligent, thankyewverymuch. Whedon and X-Men comics? Wow, talk about combo of the century! :D
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