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 . . .
Author's Notes: Thanks to all the people who reviewed so far. It's really encouraging, and helpful since this is my first endeavour into the HP world. I apologize humbly for the floom/floo mistake. I could have sworn it was floom from what I saw in the movie, must have been those adorable English accents messing me up. But have no fear, I now have access to the books and promise to look things up before I write them.
As well, since most people approve of these pairings, I'm keeping them. Sorry to those who wanted them changed. But on the bright side, as soon as I finish this one, I might write another with different pairings.
So again, thank you all and keep the feedback coming. I appreciate all of it, criticism and all, it's really helping with my writing.
Part Six
"Nervous?"
Willow looked up, flashing Charlie a tense smile before she went back to her luggage.
"That would be an understatement," she answered, frowning as she shifted through her wardrobe. "I mean, I know I'm capable of being an assistant librarian. After all, I practically ran the one at high school with Giles. The library is no problem."
"So what is?" Charlie asked, standing next to her and helping her fold clothes for packing. Willow flushed at his closeness, deciding not to let spill the crush she had. That was a big reason for the tension the witch felt, but only one of many.
"Well, maybe it's the people," Willow shrugged, trying her best not to sneak glances at the man next to her. "I know that they're mostly friendly, with the exception of this Snape person I hear so much of."
Charlie sniggered at the mention of the Potions Master.
"I bet you get the most of that from Ron and Harry," he surmised, helping her zip up a suitcase. "Those two really don't like Snape."
"From what I hear, Snape doesn't like them all that much either," Willow giggled. "But that's beside the point. I mean, they're all like professional witches and wizards. I'm this girl from some hick town in Southern California who's been dabbling like a child for a few years. All the other teachers are like all accomplished magic people, and me? I'm just a witch who's lucky if her spells ever go right."
"From what I hear, they go right an awful lot," Charlie winked at her. "Mr. Giles has been ranting about your skills since he came back to England. But then, he might have not told the whole truth."
"How do you figure?"
"Well, he also went on about how pretty you were," Charlie winked at her. "But he didn't nearly do you justice."
Willow went as red as her hair, eyes dropping to the floor as she rushed to fill her bags.
"And besides, I think you'll do fine," Charlie continued. "You're serious enough for McGonagall, charming enough for Dumbledore, and efficient enough for Snape to leave you alone."
"Well, that's encouraging," Willow giggled. "Everyone will like me and there's a good chance Snape will tolerate me. This guy doesn't sound like all that pleasant."
"If you're Slytherin, then he can be very pleasant," Charlie shrugged. "But as for the others, well, it's not that Snape hates any one above the other. He dislikes students on an equal level."
"Not made for the teaching profession," Willow mused, stopping to think about it. "That kind of reminds me of Snyder. I hope Snape isn't as much of a troll."
"You had a troll as a teacher?" Charlie looked shocked. "But how-I thought you were raised in the Muggle-"
"Not literally!" the redhead laughed, slapping him lightly on the chest with a large grin on her face. "Snyder was just unpleasant, like this Snape guy. Only we know he had it in for our group. He made it some sort of public announcement on more than one occasion. If there was something amiss, he came running towards us with detention and threats of suspension."
"That sounds a bit like Snape," Charlie consented. "But Snape is a professional. And a wonderful Potions Master. Though he'd probably rather be the DADA teacher, but Dumbledore won't let him."
"Why not?" Willow asked absently, closing the last of her luggage.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Charlie shrugged. "Maybe because Snape is too far into the dark arts for him. That the last of them?"
Willow blinked, looking around her room.
"Yep," she affirmed with a nervous laugh. "All done. No more delays or distractions left."
"You'll do great," Charlie assured her. Willow grimaced, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
"You seem to have a lot of confidence for someone who just met me," she grumbled. Charlie laughed.
"Well, maybe I'm an excellent judge of character."
"Maybe?" Willow arched an eyebrow at him. "You know, if you were trying to reassure me, you should have said you were definitely a good judge of character."
"Too late to take it back?" Charlie asked good-naturedly.
"Yes," Willow sniffed. "But I'll let it slide. But just this once."
"Why, thank you my lady."
Willow giggled as Charlie bowed low, raising his head to toss her a wink.
"So, where are you off to now?" she asked, settling down on the corner of the bed loaned to her by the Weasleys.
"Back to Romania," Charlie shrugged. "Plenty of dragons to study there."
"Dragons," Willow murmured with a faraway look to her eyes. "I'd love to see a dragon. They must be magnificent to look at."
"Well," Charlie gave her a small smile. "Maybe I could take you to see one sometime. Drop in at Hogwarts and whisk you off one day. If you would like."
Willow smiled back at him, another blush tainting her cheeks.
"I'd like that."
*****
"I still say I should have gotten two."
Harry chuckled at the look on Dawn's face. The youngest Summers girl was pouting some awful as she looked at Hedwig in her cage.
"Two might be a bit excessive," he teased her. "I don't think any witch needs two familiars."
"Well, two times the luck would be good for me," Dawn returned, briefly sticking her tongue out at the boy. He just laughed again, easing a finger through the bars of Hedwig's cage to stroke some of the owl's feathers. Dawn watched a bit jealously, turning her frown towards where Giles stood with the Weasley parents.
"He should have let me get two," the girl muttered again. "How did he expect me to choose between a cute kitty and a cute birdie?"
Ron gave a laugh as he came to rest his trolley next to Dawn's.
"At least you got a new one," he chided her. "I've still got old Scabbers."
"I think he's cute," Dawn volunteered, snaking a finger out to tickle the rat's chin. "If not overly sleepy."
"You've said that about every familiar you've encountered," Harry laughed. "I think you just have a soft spot for furry animals."
"So what?" Dawn countered. "It's not a bad thing."
"It is when it makes you want like a million familiars," Ron needled.
"Not a million," Dawn whimpered. "Like only two or three."
"One is enough," Willow chirped, coming up behind the three teenagers. "And besides, it's time to go. Get all your stuff together."
And with that, the redhead was off, talking to the other adults in front of platform nine. Dawn watched her go with a bit of a sour expression.
"She's always bursting my bubble," the little girl mumbled. Harry and Ron just laughed again, quieting as all the Weasleys gathered in front of the barrier.
"Let's go," Molly ordered. "Enough dwaddling. Willow, you and Mr. Giles first."
Willow flashed Dawn one more smile before running through the barrier with Giles in tow. Percy was next, walking rather matter-of-factly through the barrier. Fred and Percy next, with Mr. Weasley right behind them. Molly went with Ginny, motioning for the others to follow behind her.
Dawn looked expectantly at the boys next to her. Harry took a deep breath, starting off in a light jog as he made for the barrier. Ron followed, and soon both were running headfirst for platform nine and three quarters.
Only to meet a solid wall in its place. Dawn, who had been following skittered to a stop before colliding with the boys. She looked at them, sprawled on the floor with their things all around them, and couldn't help the giggle that left her lips. She waved away the guard.
"Boys," she stated with a roll of her eyes. Both boys glared at up her, scrambling to their feet. Harry looked up at the clock.
"The train's left," he moaned.
"What do we do now?" Dawn asked in worry, watching Ron poke the closed barrier with his finger.
"If we can't get in, Mum and Dad can't get out," he exclaimed.
"Again, what do we do?" Dawn squeaked, a fear coming over her now. "I can't be left behind. I'm supposed to get sorted with the first years!"
"The car!" Ron shouted, pulling on his friends' arms. "We can use the car."
Harry nodded, gathering his thing together quickly. Dawn looked a bit hesitant, biting her lip as she looked at Ron.
"Do you know how to drive?"
Ron shrugged, tugging on her trolley as they made for the exit.
"We're about to find out."
*****
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 . . .
Author's Notes: Thanks to all the people who reviewed so far. It's really encouraging, and helpful since this is my first endeavour into the HP world. I apologize humbly for the floom/floo mistake. I could have sworn it was floom from what I saw in the movie, must have been those adorable English accents messing me up. But have no fear, I now have access to the books and promise to look things up before I write them.
As well, since most people approve of these pairings, I'm keeping them. Sorry to those who wanted them changed. But on the bright side, as soon as I finish this one, I might write another with different pairings.
So again, thank you all and keep the feedback coming. I appreciate all of it, criticism and all, it's really helping with my writing.
Part Six
"Nervous?"
Willow looked up, flashing Charlie a tense smile before she went back to her luggage.
"That would be an understatement," she answered, frowning as she shifted through her wardrobe. "I mean, I know I'm capable of being an assistant librarian. After all, I practically ran the one at high school with Giles. The library is no problem."
"So what is?" Charlie asked, standing next to her and helping her fold clothes for packing. Willow flushed at his closeness, deciding not to let spill the crush she had. That was a big reason for the tension the witch felt, but only one of many.
"Well, maybe it's the people," Willow shrugged, trying her best not to sneak glances at the man next to her. "I know that they're mostly friendly, with the exception of this Snape person I hear so much of."
Charlie sniggered at the mention of the Potions Master.
"I bet you get the most of that from Ron and Harry," he surmised, helping her zip up a suitcase. "Those two really don't like Snape."
"From what I hear, Snape doesn't like them all that much either," Willow giggled. "But that's beside the point. I mean, they're all like professional witches and wizards. I'm this girl from some hick town in Southern California who's been dabbling like a child for a few years. All the other teachers are like all accomplished magic people, and me? I'm just a witch who's lucky if her spells ever go right."
"From what I hear, they go right an awful lot," Charlie winked at her. "Mr. Giles has been ranting about your skills since he came back to England. But then, he might have not told the whole truth."
"How do you figure?"
"Well, he also went on about how pretty you were," Charlie winked at her. "But he didn't nearly do you justice."
Willow went as red as her hair, eyes dropping to the floor as she rushed to fill her bags.
"And besides, I think you'll do fine," Charlie continued. "You're serious enough for McGonagall, charming enough for Dumbledore, and efficient enough for Snape to leave you alone."
"Well, that's encouraging," Willow giggled. "Everyone will like me and there's a good chance Snape will tolerate me. This guy doesn't sound like all that pleasant."
"If you're Slytherin, then he can be very pleasant," Charlie shrugged. "But as for the others, well, it's not that Snape hates any one above the other. He dislikes students on an equal level."
"Not made for the teaching profession," Willow mused, stopping to think about it. "That kind of reminds me of Snyder. I hope Snape isn't as much of a troll."
"You had a troll as a teacher?" Charlie looked shocked. "But how-I thought you were raised in the Muggle-"
"Not literally!" the redhead laughed, slapping him lightly on the chest with a large grin on her face. "Snyder was just unpleasant, like this Snape guy. Only we know he had it in for our group. He made it some sort of public announcement on more than one occasion. If there was something amiss, he came running towards us with detention and threats of suspension."
"That sounds a bit like Snape," Charlie consented. "But Snape is a professional. And a wonderful Potions Master. Though he'd probably rather be the DADA teacher, but Dumbledore won't let him."
"Why not?" Willow asked absently, closing the last of her luggage.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Charlie shrugged. "Maybe because Snape is too far into the dark arts for him. That the last of them?"
Willow blinked, looking around her room.
"Yep," she affirmed with a nervous laugh. "All done. No more delays or distractions left."
"You'll do great," Charlie assured her. Willow grimaced, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
"You seem to have a lot of confidence for someone who just met me," she grumbled. Charlie laughed.
"Well, maybe I'm an excellent judge of character."
"Maybe?" Willow arched an eyebrow at him. "You know, if you were trying to reassure me, you should have said you were definitely a good judge of character."
"Too late to take it back?" Charlie asked good-naturedly.
"Yes," Willow sniffed. "But I'll let it slide. But just this once."
"Why, thank you my lady."
Willow giggled as Charlie bowed low, raising his head to toss her a wink.
"So, where are you off to now?" she asked, settling down on the corner of the bed loaned to her by the Weasleys.
"Back to Romania," Charlie shrugged. "Plenty of dragons to study there."
"Dragons," Willow murmured with a faraway look to her eyes. "I'd love to see a dragon. They must be magnificent to look at."
"Well," Charlie gave her a small smile. "Maybe I could take you to see one sometime. Drop in at Hogwarts and whisk you off one day. If you would like."
Willow smiled back at him, another blush tainting her cheeks.
"I'd like that."
*****
"I still say I should have gotten two."
Harry chuckled at the look on Dawn's face. The youngest Summers girl was pouting some awful as she looked at Hedwig in her cage.
"Two might be a bit excessive," he teased her. "I don't think any witch needs two familiars."
"Well, two times the luck would be good for me," Dawn returned, briefly sticking her tongue out at the boy. He just laughed again, easing a finger through the bars of Hedwig's cage to stroke some of the owl's feathers. Dawn watched a bit jealously, turning her frown towards where Giles stood with the Weasley parents.
"He should have let me get two," the girl muttered again. "How did he expect me to choose between a cute kitty and a cute birdie?"
Ron gave a laugh as he came to rest his trolley next to Dawn's.
"At least you got a new one," he chided her. "I've still got old Scabbers."
"I think he's cute," Dawn volunteered, snaking a finger out to tickle the rat's chin. "If not overly sleepy."
"You've said that about every familiar you've encountered," Harry laughed. "I think you just have a soft spot for furry animals."
"So what?" Dawn countered. "It's not a bad thing."
"It is when it makes you want like a million familiars," Ron needled.
"Not a million," Dawn whimpered. "Like only two or three."
"One is enough," Willow chirped, coming up behind the three teenagers. "And besides, it's time to go. Get all your stuff together."
And with that, the redhead was off, talking to the other adults in front of platform nine. Dawn watched her go with a bit of a sour expression.
"She's always bursting my bubble," the little girl mumbled. Harry and Ron just laughed again, quieting as all the Weasleys gathered in front of the barrier.
"Let's go," Molly ordered. "Enough dwaddling. Willow, you and Mr. Giles first."
Willow flashed Dawn one more smile before running through the barrier with Giles in tow. Percy was next, walking rather matter-of-factly through the barrier. Fred and Percy next, with Mr. Weasley right behind them. Molly went with Ginny, motioning for the others to follow behind her.
Dawn looked expectantly at the boys next to her. Harry took a deep breath, starting off in a light jog as he made for the barrier. Ron followed, and soon both were running headfirst for platform nine and three quarters.
Only to meet a solid wall in its place. Dawn, who had been following skittered to a stop before colliding with the boys. She looked at them, sprawled on the floor with their things all around them, and couldn't help the giggle that left her lips. She waved away the guard.
"Boys," she stated with a roll of her eyes. Both boys glared at up her, scrambling to their feet. Harry looked up at the clock.
"The train's left," he moaned.
"What do we do now?" Dawn asked in worry, watching Ron poke the closed barrier with his finger.
"If we can't get in, Mum and Dad can't get out," he exclaimed.
"Again, what do we do?" Dawn squeaked, a fear coming over her now. "I can't be left behind. I'm supposed to get sorted with the first years!"
"The car!" Ron shouted, pulling on his friends' arms. "We can use the car."
Harry nodded, gathering his thing together quickly. Dawn looked a bit hesitant, biting her lip as she looked at Ron.
"Do you know how to drive?"
Ron shrugged, tugging on her trolley as they made for the exit.
"We're about to find out."
*****