Spike sat backwards in the straight-backed chair watching Draco and Harry work out. Ideally he would have had the two sparring each other by now but there was no way in Hell that he was letting anyone take a swing at his mate, pregnancy or no pregnancy. Not to mention that even after two weeks of these sessions, the two boys were still likely to be at each others throats if left alone too long.

Draco was actually starting to show signs of leaving his spoiled rich boy brattiness behind.

"Oy Potter, are you asleep again?"

Spike sighed and ran a hand over his face. They were very small signs.

From his position on the floor, eyes closed seated in a full lotus with Giles, Harry's only response was to flip the blonde off. Draco smirked and wiped his sweaty face with a towel, leaving the punching bag and sitting on the floor at Spikes feet. The vampire tugged one of his nephew's blonde locks in gentle rebuke as they waited for the other two to finish.

Giles was teaching Harry yoga and Tai Chi. The two activities would keep the teen in shape, especially with Quidditch no longer an option for him, and it would help him deal with ridiculous amount of stress he was under as the Savior of the Wizarding World.

In fact the more Spike learned about Harry and his life at Hogwarts, the more his little Lion amazed him. Yes, he knew Harry's lot in life wasn't so different from a Slayers but...it was different. Harry had never known his parents, had grown up hated and reviled by his only family and then he'd had a mad man trying to kill for the last five years. Slayers at least had a Watcher, someone to train them for what they had to face and who cared if they came back afterwards or not

Harry had had dumb luck and a will of iron.

The chair creaked beneath his fingers when he thought of how close his mate had come to death – and how often.

Harry and Giles finally rose from the floor. The Watcher began extinguishing and gathering up the candles the pair had been using as a focus while Harry and Draco began tossing random insults back and forth.

"Scarhead."

"Ferret face."

Well...it was progress at least.

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The next night Giles was summoned to Dumbledore's office not five minutes after their private lesson began. Watching the two boys glare at each other after the Watcher's departure, Spike made a decision.

Crossing the room with quick strides, the Vampire swept his startled mate up into his arms and proceeded to snog the teen senseless.

Sometime later...

"Aren't you two done yet? I've stretched out and done the first three Katas four times already.

Spike lifted his head and smirked at his nephew while Harry blinked owlishly at the blondes.

"Malfoy...why aren't you freaking out about this?"

That was a rather reasonable question. Spike decided he had not done his job well enough if the Gryffindor was still able to form cogent sentences.

"Because I already know your precious little secret Potter – or should I call you Malfoy now?"

Spike rolled his eyes and groaned mentally.

Emerald green fire focused on the Vampire and he found himself slightly nervous.

"Would you care to explain that statement to me William." It wasn't a question.

Never let it be said that his boy was stupid.

Carefully he set his mate back on his own two feet and took a step back...and then another...

"Well you see Luv...I'm a Vampire..."

"Yes."

"And I'm a little over a hundred and fifty..."

"Uh-huh."

"Well my mother was Anna Weasley."

A shocked exclamation from his nephew did nothing to calm the growing ire his mate's face.

"My father's name was Hephaistion Cassius Malfoy...and my full name is William Hephaistion Malfoy."

Harry was silent.

Spike waited...and waited...and was about to make a run for it when, "So with us being bound together, am I really a Malfoy?"

Harry's voice was calm but the Vampire wasn't going to relax just yet, "Well technically...yes...although the head of the Malfoy family could choose to banish me from the line. That's common when a Wizard becomes a vampire."

"But Father's not stupid enough to do that. It's not the Malfoy way...and besides, everyone wants a Bearer associated with their lineage." Draco smirked, "Thanks to you two I am now the Wizarding World's most eligible and desirable bachelor – or I will be when you two get done thumbing your noses at Dumble-jerk."

It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes, "Aren't you horrified to be related, even by marriage, to a disgusting half-blood?"

"Nope, for four reasons. One, the Potters are completely pure blooded except for your Mum who was the most powerful Witch of her generation and Malfoy's understand power – so hats off to your Dad. Two, you're the most powerful Wizard since the Dark Lord and the only one to survive the killing curse. Three, you're a Bearer – 'nuff said, and fourth, your rather infamous Master Vampire mate might create a whole new torture just for me if I give you too much grief over anything, much less your family tree."

Harry was quiet again and looked deep in thought. Suddenly the boy grinned and both Malfoys took a large step back. Never before had either of them ever seen such an...evil...expression of conniving glee...

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Draco was relieved to hear Giles' voice coming down the hall. Hopefully the Watcher's presence would rescue them from whatever vengeful plot Potter was hatching in that Gryffindor head of his – although the expression on the brunette's face truly made Draco question his uncle-in-law's placement. Surely true Gryffindorks weren't capable of that look – they didn't possess the proper facial muscles for it...

The Watcher pushed open the door looking flushed and annoyed. Behind him, looking completely unfazed by the man's ire, was a petite blonde girl in the most scandalous clothing Draco had ever seen – followed by the hottest guy Draco had ever seen, not that he was into guys mind you...but Merlin!

Six foot two, dark hair and eyes, devilish goatee with a deep tan and dressed for a day at the beach in white linen. The man knew how to make an entrance.

"Oh bloody hell," his uncle cursed, "Giles you realize that I have to kill you now right?"

"Nice to see you too Spike," the dark man replied grinning.

The blonde girl merely stuck her tongue out at the Vampire and turned back to the Watcher. "So you'll help right?" she asked.

Turning Giles took his glasses off and glared at the girl, "No I will not come back to help you plan a surprise party for Miss Justinian and I'm shocked that you would come all the way to Scotland to ask me such a ridiculous thing."

"Well I wouldn't have had to if you hadn't run away," she whined.

"I did no such thing!"

"It sure looked like it to me," she shot back.

Giles sputtered.

"It sounded like running when I heard about it," tanned guy tossed out.

"Much as I hate to agree with Peaches-," William started.

"Fine! Fine...I ran away. The least you could have done was let me do so with a little dignity, but no you had to chase me down and rub my nose in it," he ranted.

Silence reigned.

"Got that out of your system," the girl asked.

"Quite."

"Ready to come back?"

"Not at all."

She sighed, "What's so special about this place anyway? It's just a school right? Just like at home?"

Draco was spellbound, in spite of himself, watching the interaction between the two. Interestingly it seemed Potter was similarly enthralled. The Slytherin hadn't realized it, but both students had at some point sat down side by side on the floor to watch the 'battle'.

"Mainly it doesn't have sixty super powered teenaged girls in it."

William quirked an eyebrow, "You did know this was a magic school, right Giles? With boys and girls from ages eleven to seventeen? I don't know how you could have missed it."

"You stay out of this Spike."

"Magic School? Cool! Willow's gonna be so excited when she gets here."

"Red's coming," William asked.

"Yup. She was curious what could have lured our favorite Englishman away."

"Oy," the Vampire exclaimed looking insulted.

"Sorry Spike. We didn't know you were here...why are you here anyway?"

Every head in the room turned towards him.

"Should've just staked me'self."

"I could help you with that," the tan man offered and received a rude hand gesture from the Vampire in return.

"I'm here to look after my nephew," he said pointing at Draco, "and because no good deed goes unpunished, I got roped into teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts to the kiddies."

"There is just something very, very wrong with that," tan guy said.

"Piss off Peaches – go back to your beach already. I called Giles because Mr. Potter here," he pointed at the brunette, "was attacked by three demons and I needed help identifying them."

"Harry Potter?" Tan guy again.

Draco watched Harry's face start to turn red.

"Yes, Harry Potter," Giles sighed.

"Who's Harry Potter," the girl asked.

"I'm Harry-bloody-Potter, who the Hell are you people?"

William covered his grin with his hand and Giles flushed.

"I'm sorry Harry," Giles apologized. "This is Elizabeth Summers-,"

"Call me Buffy!"

"-the senior Slayer and that fellow is Angel, Spike's sire."

"And you two just decided to jaunt off to the other side of the planet for what reason," William asked.

"Well...I was at the Academy helping train the girls and then Buffy got worried about Giles...," Angel stuttered to a stop.

Draco was amused that such a suave looking individual could lie so badly...and he was a bit disturbed by the looks said individual had been giving him since William had called him nephew.

"You ran away too, didn't you," Giles accused.

Buffy spluttered and Angel blushed.

Giles crossed his arms looking smug.

"Fine! Yes we ran away, too! But Giles, there's so many of them! And they don't listen to a word I say! They always think that they're right and -,"

"Welcome to my life," Giles replied without an ounce of sympathy.

"But Giles," she whined, dragging out the Watcher's name.

Draco smirked and even Harry cracked a smile at her antics.

"No Buffy, you're the leader now and you are responsible for keeping them in line. I was there merely in an advisory capacity and I will return...eventually."

Buffy crossed her arms and pouted for a moment before smiling brilliantly, "But I'm the Slayer!"

"Yeeessss," Giles replied suspiciously.

"And Spike said that ol' Harry here was attacked by demons, so obviously I'm needed here for awhile at least, right? After all, demon killing is so my job," she nodded her head emphatically while Giles, William, and Angel all just stared at her a bit wide-eyed.

Before anyone could say anything else there was a loud crackling noise, loud enough to make Draco clamp his hands over his ears. A bright light appeared before the Slytherin and something large and heavy rolled out of the light, landing halfway in his lap.

The light and the crackling stopped and the blonde blinked wide eyes at the smelly...bloody lump.

"Dray..."

The blonde's stomach clenched at the ragged voice. With shaking hands he pushed aside what he now realized was matted, blood soaked hair.

"Father!" He nearly screamed it. This couldn't really be Lucius Malfoy...this ragged, destroyed mass couldn't possibly be his father!

Vaguely he heard Potter call for a house elf but all he could see were the pain-filled eyes so like his own.

"Dray...h-he found out...'bout Sev...an' W-Will..."

Formerly long, elegant fingers were now raw and bent as they tried to grasp the teen's arm.

"Nar-Narcissa..."

Draco sucked in a breath. His father's eyes fluttered and he could feel the tears gathering in his own as Madam Pomphrey rushed into the room.

"'Cissa's dead."