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. Sorry about all the time between posts. Crazy family, they just refuse to leave me alone.
Okay, I've had a few comments on how this story is going. And I know that following the book so closely would be stupid, because everyone's read it. So, I'm assuring you guys that I have some different things than the book planned. Mostly involving Willow. However, for the kids' end of things, the plot will follow the book very closely. And you're going to see that continue for the next few parts until I can get everything set up.
So thanks again for reviewing and I'll try to get more parts out faster.
Part Ten
When the morning sunlight hit Willow's closed eyes, she grumbled with dissatisfaction. The night had passed too quickly, with very little rest to be had for the redhead. She was starting off as assistant librarian today, something she wasn't all that keen on anymore.
Madame Prince, the actual librarian, seemed a bit put off by her appointment. Willow had only talked with her for a few seconds before noticing this. Even in her worried enduced state last night she had picked up on the possessiveness with which Madame Prince beheld her library. Willow only hoped that she wouldn't accidentally piss off her superior too much by stepping out of bounds. Of course, if she knew what constituted out of bounds for the librarian, then she would have felt a bit better about today.
The redhead rolled over, not really looking forward to rising. Rest had eluded her last night, but dreams had not. In fact, they were the reason she had gotten no rest. They were absolutely horrible, filling her with so much dread that she was exhausted in the morning. She couldn't quite remember what they had been about, but she was guessing frogs or something. That had to be the only explanation for her state of high nerves. She just couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had accompanied her into sleep.
Willow finally climbed out of bed, cursing when she stubbed her toe on the nighttable. She had to get it together. She honestly hated how nervous she could get about things sometimes. None of this was going to do her any good once she actually started. And it wasn't as if she wasn't qualified to do the damn job.
It was just all the people involved, the ones who would be looking over her shoulder with every step. Madame Prince was one of them, and she couldn't help but feel a flash of fear when she thought of her superior. She just knew that she was going to get on her bad side somehow. The woman seemed far too strict and possessive about her books and the library.
The only consolation she had was in Professor Dumbledore. He seemed to be a fair man, with a streak of michievousness in him. She figured that they would get along pretty well, which was the only thing to keep her from bolting right at this instance. Well, that and Dawn, she had to stay for Dawn. She had promised Buffy she would take care of Dawn, and she was going to live up to that promise. And even if this job turned out to be a total nightmare, she would grit her teeth and bare it. For Dawn.
A thought hit her as she pulled her robes out of her luggage. She remembered when she packed everything at the Burrow, remembering how Charlie had come in to help. Charlie, what a better train of thought than she was currently on. A hope struck her as she remembered their last conversation. He said something about showing her a dragon in the future. She had that to look forward to, that and other possible visits from the handsome older Weasley.
She gave a happy sigh, thoughts of Charlie lifting her spirits quite high. She was quick to finish dressing and brushing her teeth. She made her way to her mirror, intent on fixing her hair. She topped in front of the glass, looking at her reflection for the first time that morning.
Willow gave a disgusted snort when she saw one side of her face was red and creased. She fingered the crease, tracing over the round imprint on her cheek. She frowned, rubbing her face until the crease vanished. How the hell had that gotten there?
Her answer was reflected in the mirror, a sudden flash of light when the morning light hit it at the right angle. She stilled, frowning at the ring on her thumb. Then she remembered, she had found this in Dawn's things. One of Buffy's old rings. She had slipped it on last night before Dawn had returned from the bathroom with her roommates. She must have forgotten it was there and slept the night with it pressed into her face.
Willow shook her head, dropping the ring into her pocket. She would remember to give it back to Dawn at some point today. She turned back to the mirror, angry to see that the redness on her cheek hadn't quite vanished like the creases. Unable to do anything about it, Willow just pulled her brush through her hair, leaving the red strands loose to fall about her shoulders. She put on the slightest bit of makeup, grabbed her wand from the nighttable, and made to exit her room.
She was going to have to hurry if she didn't want to be late for breakfast.
*****
Dawn sat rather dejectedly on her bed later that day. It was the end of her first day at Hogwarts and she had spent the last few hours with Harry, helping Lockhart with his fanmail. She made a disgusted face as she remembered her detention, sourly noting that she would have to do it again tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after until two weeks were up. She thought she had been given the easy way out when McGonagall had informed them of their punishment. But now that she had been through it, Dawn really wished she had been assigned to polishing awards with Ron. At least the trophies and such would have been quiet. Lockhart just never learned to shut up.
And to make matters worse, he was sucking up to her in order to get on Willow's good side. Apparently Lockhart hadn't taken the redhead's ignorance of his accomplishments lightly. He wanted to win over another fan, and it just wasn't working with his award winning smile alone. So he was turning to Dawn.
At least she was a little better off than Harry. Lockhart seemed to think Harry was his own little protege or something. He was intent on training the boy on how to be a proper celebrity. It had been amusing at first to see the look on Harry's face when Lockhart went off on the subject. But now, she wasn't sure how long Harry would last until he hit the blow hard. If she didn't beat him to it, but she probably would. Dawn seemed to be more inclined towards violence than Harry. Must be in the blood.
As she continued to think on Lockhart and his stupidity, she couldn't help but let her mind drift back to his muddled first lession. Their DADA teacher seemed less interested in teaching them actual defence from the dark arts than teaching them all about himself. His reading list consisted only of his own autobiographical accounts of things. And much to Dawn, Harry, and Ron's collective disgust, Hermione had already memorized those books. She seemed to be one of those unfortunate souls who found themselves in love with Lockhart. It was sickening really.
Of course, Dawn wondered how Lockhart got the job in the first place. He was only using the position to plug his own books and exploits. And he was a complete moron. This morning he had let loose a cage full of blue fairies. He seemed to think it would be grand if the students could immobilize the creatures on their own. When they didn't, it had been amusing to see Lockhart fail himself in doing the task. Dawn would have enjoyed it more if she hadn't been fighting with a fairy over her wand. Luckily for everyone involved, Hermione had been able to immobilize the damn things. Dawn had looked up when the dust cleared and snorted when she saw Lockhart had fled. That man was a certifiable moron.
Dinner had been fun, at least. She really liked sitting with her house and chatting it up with everyone around her. The only problem was the presence of the Slytherin house on the other side of them. They all seemed to be rather unpleasant people. Maybe it was a house requirement.
And now, to end her rather long first day, Dawn was sitting in her room to complete her punishment from Willow. Grounded for two weeks, could things get any worse?
"This is no fun, no fun, staring at the wall," Dawn started singing to herself, listlessly flipping through her Potions text. She had that particular class tomorrow, and everyone was quick to inform her that Snape was an evil teacher. She had a game plan for that class. She would never, ever speak unless Snape forced her hand. That way, she could avoid him the best she could. Of course, if Snape felt like picking on her for the year, then she was toast. She would probably end up costing her house hundreds of points. Dawn had enough common sense to understand that the teachers were to be respected. But if Snape pushed her hand, well, then he would be getting a bit of the lion's mouth the Sorting Hat told her she had.
Dawn sighed again, eyes skimming over the page but the words failed to penetrate with her. She knew that Harry was in the boys' dormitory, doing the same thing she was doing. Willow had confined Harry to his room for the same amount of time that she had Dawn. Dawn found it increasingly amusing that Harry listened to Willow. He should realize that she didn't really have that much power over him, not actually being anything to him. But Dawn knew, that on some weird level, Harry was enjoying being punished by Willow. It meant that someone was taking responsibility for him, taking an interest in his life. And from what Dawn had heard of his life with the Dursleys', he didn't get that often.
Dawn gave up on her textbook, placing the book with her others on the nighttable. She pulled out parchment instead, starting on a letter to Xander and Anya instead. She really missed those two, something she hadn't been able to dwell on with all the excitement of the new year. But now she was feeling it, feeling it bad. She wrote off a rather long letter, adding several post notes before she finally finished. She left it in her Transfiguration text, making a note to go to the Owlery tomorrow to send it. Or to see if Harry would let her borrow Hedwig for a little while. Something told her he wouldn't mind. He was great like that.
She felt a smile curve her lips as she dwelled on the subject of Harry for a little while. He really was sweet, and so handsome as well. She honestly didn't know why Hermione didn't have the common sense to have a crush on her friend rather than Lockhart. Dawn knew she already had one, and she had only known Harry for a few weeks.
Sighing, Dawn scrambled under the covers. It was a little early to be sleeping, but she didn't have anything better to do. Closing her eyes, the teenaged girl fell into a sleep dancing with images of her crush in her head.
Tomorrow looked brighter now that she thought about it. After all, tomorrow brought Harry time. And that was time well spent.
*****
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. Sorry about all the time between posts. Crazy family, they just refuse to leave me alone.
Okay, I've had a few comments on how this story is going. And I know that following the book so closely would be stupid, because everyone's read it. So, I'm assuring you guys that I have some different things than the book planned. Mostly involving Willow. However, for the kids' end of things, the plot will follow the book very closely. And you're going to see that continue for the next few parts until I can get everything set up.
So thanks again for reviewing and I'll try to get more parts out faster.
Part Ten
When the morning sunlight hit Willow's closed eyes, she grumbled with dissatisfaction. The night had passed too quickly, with very little rest to be had for the redhead. She was starting off as assistant librarian today, something she wasn't all that keen on anymore.
Madame Prince, the actual librarian, seemed a bit put off by her appointment. Willow had only talked with her for a few seconds before noticing this. Even in her worried enduced state last night she had picked up on the possessiveness with which Madame Prince beheld her library. Willow only hoped that she wouldn't accidentally piss off her superior too much by stepping out of bounds. Of course, if she knew what constituted out of bounds for the librarian, then she would have felt a bit better about today.
The redhead rolled over, not really looking forward to rising. Rest had eluded her last night, but dreams had not. In fact, they were the reason she had gotten no rest. They were absolutely horrible, filling her with so much dread that she was exhausted in the morning. She couldn't quite remember what they had been about, but she was guessing frogs or something. That had to be the only explanation for her state of high nerves. She just couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had accompanied her into sleep.
Willow finally climbed out of bed, cursing when she stubbed her toe on the nighttable. She had to get it together. She honestly hated how nervous she could get about things sometimes. None of this was going to do her any good once she actually started. And it wasn't as if she wasn't qualified to do the damn job.
It was just all the people involved, the ones who would be looking over her shoulder with every step. Madame Prince was one of them, and she couldn't help but feel a flash of fear when she thought of her superior. She just knew that she was going to get on her bad side somehow. The woman seemed far too strict and possessive about her books and the library.
The only consolation she had was in Professor Dumbledore. He seemed to be a fair man, with a streak of michievousness in him. She figured that they would get along pretty well, which was the only thing to keep her from bolting right at this instance. Well, that and Dawn, she had to stay for Dawn. She had promised Buffy she would take care of Dawn, and she was going to live up to that promise. And even if this job turned out to be a total nightmare, she would grit her teeth and bare it. For Dawn.
A thought hit her as she pulled her robes out of her luggage. She remembered when she packed everything at the Burrow, remembering how Charlie had come in to help. Charlie, what a better train of thought than she was currently on. A hope struck her as she remembered their last conversation. He said something about showing her a dragon in the future. She had that to look forward to, that and other possible visits from the handsome older Weasley.
She gave a happy sigh, thoughts of Charlie lifting her spirits quite high. She was quick to finish dressing and brushing her teeth. She made her way to her mirror, intent on fixing her hair. She topped in front of the glass, looking at her reflection for the first time that morning.
Willow gave a disgusted snort when she saw one side of her face was red and creased. She fingered the crease, tracing over the round imprint on her cheek. She frowned, rubbing her face until the crease vanished. How the hell had that gotten there?
Her answer was reflected in the mirror, a sudden flash of light when the morning light hit it at the right angle. She stilled, frowning at the ring on her thumb. Then she remembered, she had found this in Dawn's things. One of Buffy's old rings. She had slipped it on last night before Dawn had returned from the bathroom with her roommates. She must have forgotten it was there and slept the night with it pressed into her face.
Willow shook her head, dropping the ring into her pocket. She would remember to give it back to Dawn at some point today. She turned back to the mirror, angry to see that the redness on her cheek hadn't quite vanished like the creases. Unable to do anything about it, Willow just pulled her brush through her hair, leaving the red strands loose to fall about her shoulders. She put on the slightest bit of makeup, grabbed her wand from the nighttable, and made to exit her room.
She was going to have to hurry if she didn't want to be late for breakfast.
*****
Dawn sat rather dejectedly on her bed later that day. It was the end of her first day at Hogwarts and she had spent the last few hours with Harry, helping Lockhart with his fanmail. She made a disgusted face as she remembered her detention, sourly noting that she would have to do it again tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after until two weeks were up. She thought she had been given the easy way out when McGonagall had informed them of their punishment. But now that she had been through it, Dawn really wished she had been assigned to polishing awards with Ron. At least the trophies and such would have been quiet. Lockhart just never learned to shut up.
And to make matters worse, he was sucking up to her in order to get on Willow's good side. Apparently Lockhart hadn't taken the redhead's ignorance of his accomplishments lightly. He wanted to win over another fan, and it just wasn't working with his award winning smile alone. So he was turning to Dawn.
At least she was a little better off than Harry. Lockhart seemed to think Harry was his own little protege or something. He was intent on training the boy on how to be a proper celebrity. It had been amusing at first to see the look on Harry's face when Lockhart went off on the subject. But now, she wasn't sure how long Harry would last until he hit the blow hard. If she didn't beat him to it, but she probably would. Dawn seemed to be more inclined towards violence than Harry. Must be in the blood.
As she continued to think on Lockhart and his stupidity, she couldn't help but let her mind drift back to his muddled first lession. Their DADA teacher seemed less interested in teaching them actual defence from the dark arts than teaching them all about himself. His reading list consisted only of his own autobiographical accounts of things. And much to Dawn, Harry, and Ron's collective disgust, Hermione had already memorized those books. She seemed to be one of those unfortunate souls who found themselves in love with Lockhart. It was sickening really.
Of course, Dawn wondered how Lockhart got the job in the first place. He was only using the position to plug his own books and exploits. And he was a complete moron. This morning he had let loose a cage full of blue fairies. He seemed to think it would be grand if the students could immobilize the creatures on their own. When they didn't, it had been amusing to see Lockhart fail himself in doing the task. Dawn would have enjoyed it more if she hadn't been fighting with a fairy over her wand. Luckily for everyone involved, Hermione had been able to immobilize the damn things. Dawn had looked up when the dust cleared and snorted when she saw Lockhart had fled. That man was a certifiable moron.
Dinner had been fun, at least. She really liked sitting with her house and chatting it up with everyone around her. The only problem was the presence of the Slytherin house on the other side of them. They all seemed to be rather unpleasant people. Maybe it was a house requirement.
And now, to end her rather long first day, Dawn was sitting in her room to complete her punishment from Willow. Grounded for two weeks, could things get any worse?
"This is no fun, no fun, staring at the wall," Dawn started singing to herself, listlessly flipping through her Potions text. She had that particular class tomorrow, and everyone was quick to inform her that Snape was an evil teacher. She had a game plan for that class. She would never, ever speak unless Snape forced her hand. That way, she could avoid him the best she could. Of course, if Snape felt like picking on her for the year, then she was toast. She would probably end up costing her house hundreds of points. Dawn had enough common sense to understand that the teachers were to be respected. But if Snape pushed her hand, well, then he would be getting a bit of the lion's mouth the Sorting Hat told her she had.
Dawn sighed again, eyes skimming over the page but the words failed to penetrate with her. She knew that Harry was in the boys' dormitory, doing the same thing she was doing. Willow had confined Harry to his room for the same amount of time that she had Dawn. Dawn found it increasingly amusing that Harry listened to Willow. He should realize that she didn't really have that much power over him, not actually being anything to him. But Dawn knew, that on some weird level, Harry was enjoying being punished by Willow. It meant that someone was taking responsibility for him, taking an interest in his life. And from what Dawn had heard of his life with the Dursleys', he didn't get that often.
Dawn gave up on her textbook, placing the book with her others on the nighttable. She pulled out parchment instead, starting on a letter to Xander and Anya instead. She really missed those two, something she hadn't been able to dwell on with all the excitement of the new year. But now she was feeling it, feeling it bad. She wrote off a rather long letter, adding several post notes before she finally finished. She left it in her Transfiguration text, making a note to go to the Owlery tomorrow to send it. Or to see if Harry would let her borrow Hedwig for a little while. Something told her he wouldn't mind. He was great like that.
She felt a smile curve her lips as she dwelled on the subject of Harry for a little while. He really was sweet, and so handsome as well. She honestly didn't know why Hermione didn't have the common sense to have a crush on her friend rather than Lockhart. Dawn knew she already had one, and she had only known Harry for a few weeks.
Sighing, Dawn scrambled under the covers. It was a little early to be sleeping, but she didn't have anything better to do. Closing her eyes, the teenaged girl fell into a sleep dancing with images of her crush in her head.
Tomorrow looked brighter now that she thought about it. After all, tomorrow brought Harry time. And that was time well spent.
*****