Surprises3
By JC
Summary: After the defeat of the Master, Willow was in England, visiting relatives. While there, she finds out some unexpected news. Care to guess what the news was, or the relatives? (BtVS/HP) Summer of book 2. After season 1. Willow has magic abilities.
Dedication: Thank you Meggie, for reading the story I sent you. Thank you Bethie, for being you. And thank you Jinni, for writing "The Forgotten One" and getting me hooked on Willow/Oliver fics.
Disclaimer: Nah, don't own 'em. But I really want Malfoy.and the twins. *G*
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Chapter 3: Meeting Oliver Wood
"OLLIE!" George and Fred chorused happily. "We thought we'd never see you this summer!"
"Well, you did," the voice replied.
"Oh, Oliver, this is our first cousin Willow. She's from America," Fred introduced.
"California," George extended. "Right around you age, Ollie."
Fred and George took one of Willow's arms each and hauled her around to face Oliver.
When Willow turned around, she met the most gorgeous brown eyes she had ever seen. Her mouth went dry and she blinked her eyes a couple times. "H- hi," Willow stammered, awed by the man in front of her. He had a black shirt on, with black pants. "Nice t-to meet you."
"Same here," Oliver said, not fairing much better. She was beautiful. They way her pale skin and her bright red hair contrasted, her green eyes, and very pink lips. She was wearing a baby-blue tank top and a blue knee length jean-skirt.
Willow tore her eyes away from the male beauty in front of her to look for Fred and George. But they had left. "Um, Oliver? Could you walk me? Fred and George have blown town."
"Yes, I could," Oliver answered, taking his eyes off the auburn-haired belle next to him. "So, you're from America?"
Willow nodded, letting his accent wash over her. She didn't realize until now how sexy his accent was. "Sunnydale, California. So, you go to school with them?"
"Yep. They're on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, along with me," Oliver said. "I'm the captain, and the Keeper."
"Oh! You play that game Ron always boasts about!" Willow said after a few seconds.
"You don't know what Quidditch is?" Oliver said bewildered. He saw her blush and shake her head no.
"I only found out that there was a wizarding world this morning. I mean, I knew that there were witches and warlocks and demons and ghosts and such, but I never knew there was a 'world' for it," Willow babbled. "My parents moved to America before I was born and I grew up in a muggle world. I never knew anything like this even existed. And Ron and Fred and George and everyone tried to explain everything to me this morning b-"
Oliver had placed two of his fingers on the babbling beauty's mouth, effectively stopping her onslaught of words. He smiled. "Do you know you look cute when you babble?"
Willow blushed. "No I didn't. I don't usually watch myself babble in the mirror," Willow joked.
"Ah, now I see why else you're related to Fred and George. There's that Weasley sarcasm," Oliver said, in a teasingly low voice. But he was oblivious to what said voice had effect on her.
Willow had huge butterflies in her stomach. This hunky guy was flirting with her! He was the captain of a famous sport on the wizarding world, he was very fine, and his aura just oozed of intelligence. She smiled as they walked past Fred and George who were hiding behind a stack of books, not noticing the twins at all.
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"I knew this was going o be a success!" George exclaimed. "Didn't I tell you? They totally hit it off."
"Yep, you did, good brother," Fred replied. "Now, she's definitely will be a Gryffindor, right?"
"Of course!" George said excitedly. "So, that's an even better thing, because she'll be with Wood a lot of the time-"
"And she won't be lonely any more," Fred finished, a dreamy look on his face. "George, you're a genius!"
"Of course I am," George scoffed, chuckling.
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"So, you're the Keeper. You defend the hoops," Willow said. "And the players pass the Quaffle and try to get it through the hoops and they're called Chasers. Am I correct?"
"Yes, you are Willow," Oliver said. "Quidditch is the best sport in the world."
"Okay.So, this is like basketball with six hoops and is played on broomsticks," Willow reasoned slowly.
"You know, Harry Potter said the same thing to me last year," Oliver told her. "But I still don't know what basketball is."
"It's a muggle sport," Willow explained. "Very.exciting at times, but I really never watched the games. We were required to go to them."
"Ah, but Quidditch is something you really don't want to miss," Oliver said. "Very exciting, and very enthralling."
"Oh," Willow said, then she continued. "And there is one player from each team that try to go after a little gold ball with wings called a Snitch?"
"Yes. Harry Potter is the Gryffindor seeker," Oliver said. He smiled. "You really just entered our world this morning? It seems like you've known about this for a couple weeks, even moths. For people who've just entered this world, you learn pretty fast."
"Well, I was the smartest girl in the school back home," Willow explained. "Miss Calendar was helping me maintain my magic abilities, but that was about it. And I helped the teachers with stuff and I am a fast learner."
"You're babbling again Willow," Oliver chided softly, while chuckling. "So, you're a fast learner. What else can you tell me about yourself?"
"Well, I'm a shy redhead from the small town of Sunnydale, California. I like reading, hacking, and performing a little magic here and there," Willow told Oliver. "I enjoy company, because I hardly get any. My parents are always away on business trips. I was so glad that I could visit Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur. I mean, my friends are nice, but I haven't seen my cousins in a decade!"
"A decade?" Oliver asked, totally shocked. "Oh. That's just amazing, in a depressing way."
"Yep. Now, how about we go for coffee sometime?" Willow asked, and then blushed at her straightforwardness.
"Um, sure. How about the day after tomorrow?" Oliver stammered, and the two stopped near where Mrs. Weasley was collecting her children. Oliver really liked Willow. She was pretty and very smart.
Everyone, omit Willow was gathered by the entrance of Diagon Ally.
"Great! Around noon then?" Willow asked. Oliver nodded. She smiled. "See you then!"
Willow was grinning from ear to ear when she turned around and headed toward her cousins. When she was side by side with George and Fred, she grinned harder. "You left on purpose, didn't you?"
"Leave you on purpose?" Fred questioned, overly dramatic.
"Why, we'd never do such a thing!" George exclaimed. "So, when are you two meeting?"
TBC.. Coming soon to a computer near you! Chapter 4: Talking Over Coffee
By JC
Summary: After the defeat of the Master, Willow was in England, visiting relatives. While there, she finds out some unexpected news. Care to guess what the news was, or the relatives? (BtVS/HP) Summer of book 2. After season 1. Willow has magic abilities.
Dedication: Thank you Meggie, for reading the story I sent you. Thank you Bethie, for being you. And thank you Jinni, for writing "The Forgotten One" and getting me hooked on Willow/Oliver fics.
Disclaimer: Nah, don't own 'em. But I really want Malfoy.and the twins. *G*
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Chapter 3: Meeting Oliver Wood
"OLLIE!" George and Fred chorused happily. "We thought we'd never see you this summer!"
"Well, you did," the voice replied.
"Oh, Oliver, this is our first cousin Willow. She's from America," Fred introduced.
"California," George extended. "Right around you age, Ollie."
Fred and George took one of Willow's arms each and hauled her around to face Oliver.
When Willow turned around, she met the most gorgeous brown eyes she had ever seen. Her mouth went dry and she blinked her eyes a couple times. "H- hi," Willow stammered, awed by the man in front of her. He had a black shirt on, with black pants. "Nice t-to meet you."
"Same here," Oliver said, not fairing much better. She was beautiful. They way her pale skin and her bright red hair contrasted, her green eyes, and very pink lips. She was wearing a baby-blue tank top and a blue knee length jean-skirt.
Willow tore her eyes away from the male beauty in front of her to look for Fred and George. But they had left. "Um, Oliver? Could you walk me? Fred and George have blown town."
"Yes, I could," Oliver answered, taking his eyes off the auburn-haired belle next to him. "So, you're from America?"
Willow nodded, letting his accent wash over her. She didn't realize until now how sexy his accent was. "Sunnydale, California. So, you go to school with them?"
"Yep. They're on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, along with me," Oliver said. "I'm the captain, and the Keeper."
"Oh! You play that game Ron always boasts about!" Willow said after a few seconds.
"You don't know what Quidditch is?" Oliver said bewildered. He saw her blush and shake her head no.
"I only found out that there was a wizarding world this morning. I mean, I knew that there were witches and warlocks and demons and ghosts and such, but I never knew there was a 'world' for it," Willow babbled. "My parents moved to America before I was born and I grew up in a muggle world. I never knew anything like this even existed. And Ron and Fred and George and everyone tried to explain everything to me this morning b-"
Oliver had placed two of his fingers on the babbling beauty's mouth, effectively stopping her onslaught of words. He smiled. "Do you know you look cute when you babble?"
Willow blushed. "No I didn't. I don't usually watch myself babble in the mirror," Willow joked.
"Ah, now I see why else you're related to Fred and George. There's that Weasley sarcasm," Oliver said, in a teasingly low voice. But he was oblivious to what said voice had effect on her.
Willow had huge butterflies in her stomach. This hunky guy was flirting with her! He was the captain of a famous sport on the wizarding world, he was very fine, and his aura just oozed of intelligence. She smiled as they walked past Fred and George who were hiding behind a stack of books, not noticing the twins at all.
`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3`3 `3`3`3`3`
"I knew this was going o be a success!" George exclaimed. "Didn't I tell you? They totally hit it off."
"Yep, you did, good brother," Fred replied. "Now, she's definitely will be a Gryffindor, right?"
"Of course!" George said excitedly. "So, that's an even better thing, because she'll be with Wood a lot of the time-"
"And she won't be lonely any more," Fred finished, a dreamy look on his face. "George, you're a genius!"
"Of course I am," George scoffed, chuckling.
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"So, you're the Keeper. You defend the hoops," Willow said. "And the players pass the Quaffle and try to get it through the hoops and they're called Chasers. Am I correct?"
"Yes, you are Willow," Oliver said. "Quidditch is the best sport in the world."
"Okay.So, this is like basketball with six hoops and is played on broomsticks," Willow reasoned slowly.
"You know, Harry Potter said the same thing to me last year," Oliver told her. "But I still don't know what basketball is."
"It's a muggle sport," Willow explained. "Very.exciting at times, but I really never watched the games. We were required to go to them."
"Ah, but Quidditch is something you really don't want to miss," Oliver said. "Very exciting, and very enthralling."
"Oh," Willow said, then she continued. "And there is one player from each team that try to go after a little gold ball with wings called a Snitch?"
"Yes. Harry Potter is the Gryffindor seeker," Oliver said. He smiled. "You really just entered our world this morning? It seems like you've known about this for a couple weeks, even moths. For people who've just entered this world, you learn pretty fast."
"Well, I was the smartest girl in the school back home," Willow explained. "Miss Calendar was helping me maintain my magic abilities, but that was about it. And I helped the teachers with stuff and I am a fast learner."
"You're babbling again Willow," Oliver chided softly, while chuckling. "So, you're a fast learner. What else can you tell me about yourself?"
"Well, I'm a shy redhead from the small town of Sunnydale, California. I like reading, hacking, and performing a little magic here and there," Willow told Oliver. "I enjoy company, because I hardly get any. My parents are always away on business trips. I was so glad that I could visit Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur. I mean, my friends are nice, but I haven't seen my cousins in a decade!"
"A decade?" Oliver asked, totally shocked. "Oh. That's just amazing, in a depressing way."
"Yep. Now, how about we go for coffee sometime?" Willow asked, and then blushed at her straightforwardness.
"Um, sure. How about the day after tomorrow?" Oliver stammered, and the two stopped near where Mrs. Weasley was collecting her children. Oliver really liked Willow. She was pretty and very smart.
Everyone, omit Willow was gathered by the entrance of Diagon Ally.
"Great! Around noon then?" Willow asked. Oliver nodded. She smiled. "See you then!"
Willow was grinning from ear to ear when she turned around and headed toward her cousins. When she was side by side with George and Fred, she grinned harder. "You left on purpose, didn't you?"
"Leave you on purpose?" Fred questioned, overly dramatic.
"Why, we'd never do such a thing!" George exclaimed. "So, when are you two meeting?"
TBC.. Coming soon to a computer near you! Chapter 4: Talking Over Coffee