The Jackal's Underwear
Disclaimer: I own nothing from the imagination of J. K. Rowling or Joss Whedon.
"Oh bloody hell," Giles dropped his head down, and automatically cleaned his glasses. Why did things like this always happen? Stupid Hellmouth.
"Unca Gi'es!" Giles looked up and groaned. Standing at the bottom of his staircase was a blond little boy, about four years old. "Unca Gi'es! My underpants won't stays on. Mum says that good purebuds—"
"Purebloods." Giles absently corrected.
"—always wears underpants, and iffen I don't I's bad. I don' wanna be bad Unca Gi'es!" The boy became increasingly frantic.
"Ah, well, Draco. It's quite alright, we shan't tell your Mum." Giles tried to keep the boy calm as he tried to figure out what to do. There was a knock on the door, followed by a creak as the door opened.
"Giles!" Buffy's voice echoed down the hallway. She entered the room, "there you are. The weirdest thing just happened. . ." She trailed off as she took in the tableau. "Uh Giles, why is Draco a kid? Wasn't he like 16 this afternoon?"
"Yes, quite." Giles sighed.
"Unca Gi'es! There's a girl here!" Draco's voice squeaked. "I don't got my unders and now there's a girl!" Buffy choked, and Giles rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Yes, well, it so happens that Draco no longer fits into his, um, undergarments."
"Giles, I know it's just English-y for underwear." Buffy rolled her eyes. She walked to Draco, and got down on her knees. "Hey Drake, tell you what, I'll just use this" she pulls a bobby pin out of her hair, "and just pin your shorts up okay?" Quickly Buffy bent the pin, threaded it through the waistband and twisted it shut. "Nice shorts Drake. These hyenas?"
"No!" Drake scoffed scornfully, "they's jackals."
"Sorry, my bad. Now then Giles, what happened to Drake?"