Shades of a Relationship
Part 3: Love
Chapter 1
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters affiliated with either Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Summary: Harry has an important question to ask. Pairing: Willow/Harry Distribution: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth. Anyone else just e- mail me a link. Author's Note: Takes place several months after Transitions ends. Rating: PG
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She couldn't see anything at all; the blindfold over her eyes guaranteed that. Her hand was clasped firmly in Harry's as he led her. It was exciting, the sense that she had to trust the person leading her. And she did, trust Harry that is. She trusted him more than she trusted herself.
"Where are we going," she asked him, her breath coming short like it did sometimes when you got excited. She couldn't figure out where he was taking her. All around her were soft noises: birds chirping above their heads, needles snapping beneath their shoes.
"It's a secret," the man leading her said, his good humour evident in his voice. "Wouldn't want to ruin it by just telling you, now would we."
As it usually did, Harry Potter's voice affected Willow Rosenberg. She felt a light giddiness well up inside her heart. Just being around him made her feel like she could walk on air.
It was funny, because if you had told her she would feel like this a year ago she would have regarded you with polite disbelief. Told you she was very sorry, but you must be mistaken. Because back then, Willow Rosenberg had been in love with someone else.
Tara Maclay. The wonderful, shy, blonde haired witch that had meant the world to Willow, so much that she had tried to end it when she died. But she had dealt with her grief, and moved on. Some part of her would always love Tara, just like some part of her would always love Oz and some part of her still loved Xander. But now, there was Harry.
Harry Potter. The brave, sweet wizard that she had met so long ago. The one who had saved her. In some ways, he was like all three of her previous loves melded together. Xander's comfort, Oz's strength and Tara's kindness.
But there was no point in dwelling too much on that, because she had more important things to ponder right now. Like wondering where on earth her boyfriend was leading her.
"Come on, Harry," she pleaded with the young man, "Please tell me where we're going?" If she weren't blindfolded she would be looking up into his emerald eyes.
"No need," he said back, cheerful as ever, "We're here." He reached around her head and untied the black blindfold covering her eyes, letting it drop to the ground. Willow's green eyes widened in wonder as she took in the amazing landscape spread out around her.
"Oh, Harry," she sighed in awe, "It's beautiful." It truly was a breathtaking scene. Harry Potter had taken her deep into the Forbidden Forest to a small hidden grove at the centre. Trees reached up toward the clear blue sky and the springy turf was soft beneath their feet. A small river, wove its way peacefully through.
"It had to be," Harry whispered into her ear as he wrapped his hands around her, "To compete with you." He was holding her lightly, with a gentleness that transferred into many things in his life.
Willow turned her head, to meet his eyes as a bright smile graced her lips. "I love you." She told him, her voice soft and sincere. She thanked her Goddess for sending her to him, for giving her one more chance at love.
"I love you, too," he replied, running his fingers through her fire red hair. "Which is why I think it's about time I do this." Harry reached into his pocket as he slowly sank to one knee, still entwining Willow's fingers with his free hand.
"Willow Anne Rosenberg," he said slowly, keeping eye contact as he flipped the lid of the small box he had pulled out of his pocket, "Would you do the honour of becoming my wife."
He looked hopefully up at her, nervousness apparent on his handsome face as he awaited her answer. Willow, for her part, was stunned, her lips forming a small 'O' as she looked up at Harry, trying to process what she had just heard.
Seconds passed, and Harry's face began to drop. Just as the man was preparing to stand and apologize the redhead reacted. "Goddess Harry," came the delighted whisper, "Of course, you don't even have to ask."
A smile lit up the face of the man known as the boy-who-lived and he jumped to his feet with an overjoyed laugh. He grabbed Willow in his arms and began to spin the both of them in large circles. Their delighted laughter filled the clearing with joy.
~ So, what do you think? Is anyone even still reading this?
If you are, there are three more chapters planned: the second of Love, and then the final two in Part 4.
~Kamikazee
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters affiliated with either Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Summary: Harry has an important question to ask. Pairing: Willow/Harry Distribution: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth. Anyone else just e- mail me a link. Author's Note: Takes place several months after Transitions ends. Rating: PG
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She couldn't see anything at all; the blindfold over her eyes guaranteed that. Her hand was clasped firmly in Harry's as he led her. It was exciting, the sense that she had to trust the person leading her. And she did, trust Harry that is. She trusted him more than she trusted herself.
"Where are we going," she asked him, her breath coming short like it did sometimes when you got excited. She couldn't figure out where he was taking her. All around her were soft noises: birds chirping above their heads, needles snapping beneath their shoes.
"It's a secret," the man leading her said, his good humour evident in his voice. "Wouldn't want to ruin it by just telling you, now would we."
As it usually did, Harry Potter's voice affected Willow Rosenberg. She felt a light giddiness well up inside her heart. Just being around him made her feel like she could walk on air.
It was funny, because if you had told her she would feel like this a year ago she would have regarded you with polite disbelief. Told you she was very sorry, but you must be mistaken. Because back then, Willow Rosenberg had been in love with someone else.
Tara Maclay. The wonderful, shy, blonde haired witch that had meant the world to Willow, so much that she had tried to end it when she died. But she had dealt with her grief, and moved on. Some part of her would always love Tara, just like some part of her would always love Oz and some part of her still loved Xander. But now, there was Harry.
Harry Potter. The brave, sweet wizard that she had met so long ago. The one who had saved her. In some ways, he was like all three of her previous loves melded together. Xander's comfort, Oz's strength and Tara's kindness.
But there was no point in dwelling too much on that, because she had more important things to ponder right now. Like wondering where on earth her boyfriend was leading her.
"Come on, Harry," she pleaded with the young man, "Please tell me where we're going?" If she weren't blindfolded she would be looking up into his emerald eyes.
"No need," he said back, cheerful as ever, "We're here." He reached around her head and untied the black blindfold covering her eyes, letting it drop to the ground. Willow's green eyes widened in wonder as she took in the amazing landscape spread out around her.
"Oh, Harry," she sighed in awe, "It's beautiful." It truly was a breathtaking scene. Harry Potter had taken her deep into the Forbidden Forest to a small hidden grove at the centre. Trees reached up toward the clear blue sky and the springy turf was soft beneath their feet. A small river, wove its way peacefully through.
"It had to be," Harry whispered into her ear as he wrapped his hands around her, "To compete with you." He was holding her lightly, with a gentleness that transferred into many things in his life.
Willow turned her head, to meet his eyes as a bright smile graced her lips. "I love you." She told him, her voice soft and sincere. She thanked her Goddess for sending her to him, for giving her one more chance at love.
"I love you, too," he replied, running his fingers through her fire red hair. "Which is why I think it's about time I do this." Harry reached into his pocket as he slowly sank to one knee, still entwining Willow's fingers with his free hand.
"Willow Anne Rosenberg," he said slowly, keeping eye contact as he flipped the lid of the small box he had pulled out of his pocket, "Would you do the honour of becoming my wife."
He looked hopefully up at her, nervousness apparent on his handsome face as he awaited her answer. Willow, for her part, was stunned, her lips forming a small 'O' as she looked up at Harry, trying to process what she had just heard.
Seconds passed, and Harry's face began to drop. Just as the man was preparing to stand and apologize the redhead reacted. "Goddess Harry," came the delighted whisper, "Of course, you don't even have to ask."
A smile lit up the face of the man known as the boy-who-lived and he jumped to his feet with an overjoyed laugh. He grabbed Willow in his arms and began to spin the both of them in large circles. Their delighted laughter filled the clearing with joy.
~ So, what do you think? Is anyone even still reading this?
If you are, there are three more chapters planned: the second of Love, and then the final two in Part 4.
~Kamikazee