Title: Repetitive Much
Author: fayetonic
Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy or Harry Potter. They belong to their respective owners.. JK Rowling and Joss.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Guess!
Authors Note: Not Beta Read so any mistakes are mine. Haven’t written a crossover in a while. Hope you like the small one-shot.

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"You’re such a git!"

"My you’re very astute today, Ms. Summers."

"Yeah?" Buffy Summers snarled, "Well, you’re a git!"

"Repetitive too?" commented the Potions Master, with a sneer upon his face.

"I’ll show you repetitive, Snape!" the oldest slayer alive snapped, marching towards the looming figure.

She looked like quite a sight with flushed cheeks and clenched fists. Amused, Severus Snape looked down at the Slayer, reminding her again of her short height.

"What are you going to do, Summers; slay me?" he asked, with his voice growing dangerously low.

"Why you…" she paused.

"Yes?" Snape’s eyebrow rose.

"You’re such a--"

"Git, I know," Snape finished.

"If you would stop interrupting me, Snape." Buffy stamped her foot. "I would finish!"

"Go on, Summers,"

"You’re a bad-tempered, cantankerous, crabbed, cross, disagreeable, fretful, grouchy, grumpy, ill-tempered, irascible, irritable, nasty, peevish, petulant, querulous, snappish, snappy, surly, testy, ugly, waspish," she paused, and finished lamely, "git."

"Why, Summers, I didn’t know you could recite the dictionary!" Snape’s mouth twitched in what would be a smile. "Ten points to Hufflepuff!"

"I’m not a student, you git!" cried Buffy.

"Precisely," Snape nodded, "Now, if you’ll excuse me…"

"Wait!" Buffy cried, watching Snape turn.

Snape spun back, his robes swirling and his eyebrow just about disappeared into his hairline.

Grabbing the front of his robes, Buffy yanked hard. His mouth clashed onto hers.

Surprisingly, Buffy broke the kiss first; which was probably because of the struggling Snape was doing.

"Get your arms off me at once, girl!" he barked harshly, waiting for her to wince.

Buffy smiled instead.

"Oh, Sev?" she purred. "It wasn’t a dictionary. It was a thesaurus."

With a smack on the lips, Buffy was off running to her rooms.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor!" Snape bellowed, his bellow echoing throughout the corridor.

The next day, Professor Sprout was seen strolling around the greenhouses with a satisfied look on her face. At the Leaving Feast, Hufflepuff won the House Cup. It was the first time in twenty years, and it was all because of the ten points to Hufflepuff.

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