Title: Dance Upon My Fingertips
Author: eena_angel2001
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone.
Category: HP/BTVS crossover (Yeah, I'm going to attempt one)
Pairings: Willow/Charlie Weasley, Hermione/Draco, Harry/Dawn, Ron/?
Spoilers: Season Five, the Gift for BTVS. CoS movie for HP.
Notes: Harry and the chaps get upgraded to fourteen for this fic. But otherwise, nothing is changed. For BTVS, no Willow/Tara relationship.
Summary: I decided to try one! After Buffy's death, Dawn and Willow have to move on . . .
Part Five
From the wand shop the trio went to go get the girls' robes. The nice portly woman inside the robes shop was a delight, talking excitedly to them as she measured them up for robes. Next, they got Dawn her cauldron and telescope, picking up one of the latter for Willow as well. Giles had tried to persuade her to take a cauldron as well, but the redhead refused.
"I'd do something irresponsible with it," she informed her mentor. "Like throw random ingredients in it and pull off a comedic reproduction of the three witches scene in MacBeth. You know, double double and all that other stuff."
Giles had shaken his head and taken the girls to get their telescopes. Dawn skipped in front of them the entire way down Diagon Alley, playing with her new school supplies as she went. The teenager seemed most impressed with her wand, waving erratically in the air until Giles threatened to take it away.
The afternoon was winding down when the trio ended up in front of the Flourish and Blotts bookshop. There was a crowd inside the shop, mostly females. Willow frowned, looking at the signs in front of the shop curiously. Who was this Lockhart person?
"Dawn! Willow!"
Willow looked up, smiling when she saw Ron waving them over. The two girls made their way to him, Giles making his way over to where Ron's dad stood.
"Hey Ron," Willow greeted him. "What's with the crowd?"
The boy rolled his eyes, sending an annoyed look over his shoulder. Willow followed his gaze, seeing Harry behind a table being hugged by some blonde guy. The Boy Who Lived looked decisively uncomfortable as the blonde man prattled on about how great he was. Willow snorted to herself, moving to stand beside Molly Weasley as the man continued to talk.
"Lockhart," came the reply from Ron finally. "Some hotshot wizard with his autobiography. My Mum fancies him."
Dawn and Willow both sniggered as Molly swatted at her youngest boy. Harry finally emerged from the clutches of the great Lockhart, stumbling his way over to his friends, arms laden with books.
"Give those to me Harry dear," Molly instructed, grabbing the pile from his arms. "I'll get them signed for you."
Willow arched a brow at the way Molly, and all the other females, were acting in the presence of this man. Finding him none too entertaining, she decided to follow the kids out of the throng.
"Not mesmerized by the great Lockhart?" came the teasing question in her ear. Willow spun around, going a tint of red when she saw Charlie Weasley behind her.
"Never heard of him," she confided in the man. "And I'm not too impressed with what I see. He's a bit-"
"Pompous?" Charlie filled in for her. Willow laughed, nodding her head as Charlie helped guide her out of the crowd of female admirers.
"It's kind of funny," she mused. "With all this attention, you would think he's Elvis or something?"
"Who's Elvis?" Charlie asked innocently. Willow turned shocked eyes onto her companion.
"You don't know who Elvis is?" she asked incredulously. The man blushed under her gaze, eyes on the floor.
"Should I?"
"Well, I don't know," the redhead mused, instantly sorry for embarrassing him. "I guess he is a more Muggle phenomena."
"What did he do?"
"He was the King of Rock and Roll," Willow explained. Charlie frowned.
"I've never heard of Rock and Roll," he shrugged. "Where is it?"
"It's not a place," Willow laughed. "It's a type of music."
"Muggle music?" Charlie asked, his face screwing up with distaste.
"Yep," Willow giggled. "You guys are really separated from the Muggle world aren't you?"
"My job focuses on keeping Muggles away from dragons," Charlie revealed, sidestepping an overzealous fan of Lockhart who was pushing her way to the front. "I spend much more time with the dragons than I do with the Muggles."
"Oh well, it's all right," Willow waved off. "Though I suppose all my quips of a pop culture reference would be lost on you."
"Definitely," Charlie laughed. "But I'm sure you're in the same boat if I go on about Quidditch."
"What is that by the way?" Willow pounced. "I heard Harry talking about it, but I wasn't really paying attention. Is it like some sort of cult or something?"
"Well, I suppose it depends on how you look at it," Charlie laughed. "But Quidditch is a sport . . ."
Willow frowned as the man trailed off, following his hardened gaze to the front of the shop. An impressive man stood there, cloaked in black. His hair was this astonishing white colour, reaching down to about his shoulder blades. He radiated a sort of power and fierceness that made her blood run cold.
And he was standing right in front of Dawn.
*****
Dawn had decided that Lockhart wasn't that impressive and should really learn something about shutting up. He just went on and on, shoving books this way and that, and smiling broadly for the females when he couldn't think of anything intelligent to say. Well, none of much he said was intelligent, so not much of a loss.
Harry had gladly dropped his newly acquired books into the waiting hands of Molly Weasley. He joined Ron and Dawn behind her, sending them a harried look.
"Let's go get some books that might actually be useful," he suggested. Dawn nodded, hand going to rest on Harry's back as the three of them made their way out of the crowd.
"Well, there you are," came voice just outside the crowd. "I'd seen Harry, but was wondering what had happened to Ron."
"Hermione!" Ron declared in joy, pulling a slender brunette in for a hug. "How was your summer?"
"Good," the brunette, Hermione, enthused. "I got all my reading done."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"All she ever does is studies," he whispered to Dawn. The girl giggled, thinking of Willow immediately. This Hermione sounded like a younger version of the intelligent redhead.
"What was that now Harry?" Hermione turned her gaze on the two of them, eyes flickering with curiosity as she beheld Dawn. "Hello."
"Hi, I'm Dawn," Dawn offered, stepping forward to shake her hand.
"I'm Hermione," the brunette returned with a warm smile. "Are you the American everyone said was coming to Hogwarts?"
"Hermione!" Harry chastised his friend.
"What?" the brunette looked a bit perplexed. "Isn't she?"
"Yeah I am," Dawn answered quickly. "I didn't know that everyone knew I was coming."
"Well, secrets aren't well kept at Hogwarts," Hermione grinned. "Especially not if the Twins know about it."
"They bloody told everyone didn't they?" Ron shook his head, turning to frown at his older brothers. The twins were oblivious to his stare, hunched over some display at the back. Dawn felt a grin split her face. They couldn't be up to much good.
"Well, what do we have here?"
The voice, lined with such venom and distaste, turned Dawn's head immediately. A handsome young man, about her age, stood before them. He had slicked back blond hair and cool blue eyes. There was something almost sinister about him, rivalling with the childishness she saw in his sneer.
"The Muggle Witch and her followers," the boy continued to sneer. "Potter, Weasley, I see your little group has gathered once more. And with a new addition."
Dawn frowned when the boy turned his sneer on her. She had half a mind to knock the boy on his ass just for his sneer. It made her very angry for some reason.
"Go away Draco," Harry jumped in quickly, stepping in front of Dawn protectively. The boy, Draco, sneered some more.
"Oh, got yourself a girlfriend now?" he taunted Harry.
"Why?" Dawn interjected. "Jealous you can't get one of your own?"
"His father would probably have to buy him one," Hermione jumped in as well, smirking at the anger that flashed across Draco's face.
"You little-"
"He's really not that appealing is he?" Ginny had joined in on the fun. The three girls looked appraisingly at the boy, Dawn giggling as he squirmed.
"Nope, not anything much to offer," she finally concluded. "Not with that much of an inflated head."
"It does take away from everything else doesn't it?" Hermione continued. Ron and Harry were chuckling as Draco slowly went an angry red.
"What would you know?" he snarled at Hermione. "Nothing more than a pathetic Muggle born."
"And you were dropped from the heavens?" Dawn sneered. "What makes you so special?"
"I believe that would be my blood," a new voice interrupted. Dawn started, looking up at the tall man who had interrupted their teasing of Draco. He had the same colouring of Draco, even had the same sneer. Draco puffed up at the arrival of the man, smirking at his enemies smugly.
"Who are you?" Dawn asked boldly, squeaking in protest when Ron pulled her back from the man. The man just sneered once more, looking down his nose at the group.
"I'm Lucius Malfoy. Draco's father."
Harry's eyes had widened in shock, as had Hermione's. Dawn just shrugged, not seeing much importance in that statement.
"What's the big deal?" she hissed at Ron. Ron didn't reply, only squeezed her arm tighter. Lucius turned his sneer on Ron, taking in the boy's appearance with distaste.
"Another Weasley," he scoffed, eyes going to Ginny at her brother's side as well. "I recognize the unkempt hair, empty eyes, and ragged apparel. By Merlin, how many more could those two have?"
Dawn was getting angrier by the second. This guy was such a jerk. She was filled with relief when she saw Ron's father join them.
"Lucius," he started off tightly. "What can I do for you?"
Lucius just sneered wider, snaking out a hand to grab the books Ginny was carrying.
"Secondhand," he scoffed, eyes raking over the books. He tossed them back in Ginny's cauldron with contempt on his face. "Really Weasley."
"Leave my family alone," was the reply.
"I second that," another male voice added to the mix. Bill and Charlie stood next to their father, glaring at the two Malfoys in front. Dawn's heart lightened when she saw Willow move up next to Charlie, glaring at the tall man as well. Lucius just smirked, ordered his son to follow him and was gone in a whoosh of cloak. The group was silent after his departure, the male Weasleys glaring at the front door with much hate in their eyes.
Dawn snorted, breaking the silence as she turned to Harry with a question.
"What is up his ass?"
*****
Author: eena_angel2001
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone.
Category: HP/BTVS crossover (Yeah, I'm going to attempt one)
Pairings: Willow/Charlie Weasley, Hermione/Draco, Harry/Dawn, Ron/?
Spoilers: Season Five, the Gift for BTVS. CoS movie for HP.
Notes: Harry and the chaps get upgraded to fourteen for this fic. But otherwise, nothing is changed. For BTVS, no Willow/Tara relationship.
Summary: I decided to try one! After Buffy's death, Dawn and Willow have to move on . . .
Part Five
From the wand shop the trio went to go get the girls' robes. The nice portly woman inside the robes shop was a delight, talking excitedly to them as she measured them up for robes. Next, they got Dawn her cauldron and telescope, picking up one of the latter for Willow as well. Giles had tried to persuade her to take a cauldron as well, but the redhead refused.
"I'd do something irresponsible with it," she informed her mentor. "Like throw random ingredients in it and pull off a comedic reproduction of the three witches scene in MacBeth. You know, double double and all that other stuff."
Giles had shaken his head and taken the girls to get their telescopes. Dawn skipped in front of them the entire way down Diagon Alley, playing with her new school supplies as she went. The teenager seemed most impressed with her wand, waving erratically in the air until Giles threatened to take it away.
The afternoon was winding down when the trio ended up in front of the Flourish and Blotts bookshop. There was a crowd inside the shop, mostly females. Willow frowned, looking at the signs in front of the shop curiously. Who was this Lockhart person?
"Dawn! Willow!"
Willow looked up, smiling when she saw Ron waving them over. The two girls made their way to him, Giles making his way over to where Ron's dad stood.
"Hey Ron," Willow greeted him. "What's with the crowd?"
The boy rolled his eyes, sending an annoyed look over his shoulder. Willow followed his gaze, seeing Harry behind a table being hugged by some blonde guy. The Boy Who Lived looked decisively uncomfortable as the blonde man prattled on about how great he was. Willow snorted to herself, moving to stand beside Molly Weasley as the man continued to talk.
"Lockhart," came the reply from Ron finally. "Some hotshot wizard with his autobiography. My Mum fancies him."
Dawn and Willow both sniggered as Molly swatted at her youngest boy. Harry finally emerged from the clutches of the great Lockhart, stumbling his way over to his friends, arms laden with books.
"Give those to me Harry dear," Molly instructed, grabbing the pile from his arms. "I'll get them signed for you."
Willow arched a brow at the way Molly, and all the other females, were acting in the presence of this man. Finding him none too entertaining, she decided to follow the kids out of the throng.
"Not mesmerized by the great Lockhart?" came the teasing question in her ear. Willow spun around, going a tint of red when she saw Charlie Weasley behind her.
"Never heard of him," she confided in the man. "And I'm not too impressed with what I see. He's a bit-"
"Pompous?" Charlie filled in for her. Willow laughed, nodding her head as Charlie helped guide her out of the crowd of female admirers.
"It's kind of funny," she mused. "With all this attention, you would think he's Elvis or something?"
"Who's Elvis?" Charlie asked innocently. Willow turned shocked eyes onto her companion.
"You don't know who Elvis is?" she asked incredulously. The man blushed under her gaze, eyes on the floor.
"Should I?"
"Well, I don't know," the redhead mused, instantly sorry for embarrassing him. "I guess he is a more Muggle phenomena."
"What did he do?"
"He was the King of Rock and Roll," Willow explained. Charlie frowned.
"I've never heard of Rock and Roll," he shrugged. "Where is it?"
"It's not a place," Willow laughed. "It's a type of music."
"Muggle music?" Charlie asked, his face screwing up with distaste.
"Yep," Willow giggled. "You guys are really separated from the Muggle world aren't you?"
"My job focuses on keeping Muggles away from dragons," Charlie revealed, sidestepping an overzealous fan of Lockhart who was pushing her way to the front. "I spend much more time with the dragons than I do with the Muggles."
"Oh well, it's all right," Willow waved off. "Though I suppose all my quips of a pop culture reference would be lost on you."
"Definitely," Charlie laughed. "But I'm sure you're in the same boat if I go on about Quidditch."
"What is that by the way?" Willow pounced. "I heard Harry talking about it, but I wasn't really paying attention. Is it like some sort of cult or something?"
"Well, I suppose it depends on how you look at it," Charlie laughed. "But Quidditch is a sport . . ."
Willow frowned as the man trailed off, following his hardened gaze to the front of the shop. An impressive man stood there, cloaked in black. His hair was this astonishing white colour, reaching down to about his shoulder blades. He radiated a sort of power and fierceness that made her blood run cold.
And he was standing right in front of Dawn.
*****
Dawn had decided that Lockhart wasn't that impressive and should really learn something about shutting up. He just went on and on, shoving books this way and that, and smiling broadly for the females when he couldn't think of anything intelligent to say. Well, none of much he said was intelligent, so not much of a loss.
Harry had gladly dropped his newly acquired books into the waiting hands of Molly Weasley. He joined Ron and Dawn behind her, sending them a harried look.
"Let's go get some books that might actually be useful," he suggested. Dawn nodded, hand going to rest on Harry's back as the three of them made their way out of the crowd.
"Well, there you are," came voice just outside the crowd. "I'd seen Harry, but was wondering what had happened to Ron."
"Hermione!" Ron declared in joy, pulling a slender brunette in for a hug. "How was your summer?"
"Good," the brunette, Hermione, enthused. "I got all my reading done."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"All she ever does is studies," he whispered to Dawn. The girl giggled, thinking of Willow immediately. This Hermione sounded like a younger version of the intelligent redhead.
"What was that now Harry?" Hermione turned her gaze on the two of them, eyes flickering with curiosity as she beheld Dawn. "Hello."
"Hi, I'm Dawn," Dawn offered, stepping forward to shake her hand.
"I'm Hermione," the brunette returned with a warm smile. "Are you the American everyone said was coming to Hogwarts?"
"Hermione!" Harry chastised his friend.
"What?" the brunette looked a bit perplexed. "Isn't she?"
"Yeah I am," Dawn answered quickly. "I didn't know that everyone knew I was coming."
"Well, secrets aren't well kept at Hogwarts," Hermione grinned. "Especially not if the Twins know about it."
"They bloody told everyone didn't they?" Ron shook his head, turning to frown at his older brothers. The twins were oblivious to his stare, hunched over some display at the back. Dawn felt a grin split her face. They couldn't be up to much good.
"Well, what do we have here?"
The voice, lined with such venom and distaste, turned Dawn's head immediately. A handsome young man, about her age, stood before them. He had slicked back blond hair and cool blue eyes. There was something almost sinister about him, rivalling with the childishness she saw in his sneer.
"The Muggle Witch and her followers," the boy continued to sneer. "Potter, Weasley, I see your little group has gathered once more. And with a new addition."
Dawn frowned when the boy turned his sneer on her. She had half a mind to knock the boy on his ass just for his sneer. It made her very angry for some reason.
"Go away Draco," Harry jumped in quickly, stepping in front of Dawn protectively. The boy, Draco, sneered some more.
"Oh, got yourself a girlfriend now?" he taunted Harry.
"Why?" Dawn interjected. "Jealous you can't get one of your own?"
"His father would probably have to buy him one," Hermione jumped in as well, smirking at the anger that flashed across Draco's face.
"You little-"
"He's really not that appealing is he?" Ginny had joined in on the fun. The three girls looked appraisingly at the boy, Dawn giggling as he squirmed.
"Nope, not anything much to offer," she finally concluded. "Not with that much of an inflated head."
"It does take away from everything else doesn't it?" Hermione continued. Ron and Harry were chuckling as Draco slowly went an angry red.
"What would you know?" he snarled at Hermione. "Nothing more than a pathetic Muggle born."
"And you were dropped from the heavens?" Dawn sneered. "What makes you so special?"
"I believe that would be my blood," a new voice interrupted. Dawn started, looking up at the tall man who had interrupted their teasing of Draco. He had the same colouring of Draco, even had the same sneer. Draco puffed up at the arrival of the man, smirking at his enemies smugly.
"Who are you?" Dawn asked boldly, squeaking in protest when Ron pulled her back from the man. The man just sneered once more, looking down his nose at the group.
"I'm Lucius Malfoy. Draco's father."
Harry's eyes had widened in shock, as had Hermione's. Dawn just shrugged, not seeing much importance in that statement.
"What's the big deal?" she hissed at Ron. Ron didn't reply, only squeezed her arm tighter. Lucius turned his sneer on Ron, taking in the boy's appearance with distaste.
"Another Weasley," he scoffed, eyes going to Ginny at her brother's side as well. "I recognize the unkempt hair, empty eyes, and ragged apparel. By Merlin, how many more could those two have?"
Dawn was getting angrier by the second. This guy was such a jerk. She was filled with relief when she saw Ron's father join them.
"Lucius," he started off tightly. "What can I do for you?"
Lucius just sneered wider, snaking out a hand to grab the books Ginny was carrying.
"Secondhand," he scoffed, eyes raking over the books. He tossed them back in Ginny's cauldron with contempt on his face. "Really Weasley."
"Leave my family alone," was the reply.
"I second that," another male voice added to the mix. Bill and Charlie stood next to their father, glaring at the two Malfoys in front. Dawn's heart lightened when she saw Willow move up next to Charlie, glaring at the tall man as well. Lucius just smirked, ordered his son to follow him and was gone in a whoosh of cloak. The group was silent after his departure, the male Weasleys glaring at the front door with much hate in their eyes.
Dawn snorted, breaking the silence as she turned to Harry with a question.
"What is up his ass?"
*****