Title: Away From It All
Rated: R
Catagories: Romance, Humor
Summary: After the war with Voldemort, Ron Weasley just wants to get away from everything, including magic. Too bad he ends up in Sunnydale.
Pairings: Ron/Xander, Willow/Tara
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Buffy tVS belong to their respective owners. I'm just borrowing.
Story Lodgings: ff.net (under Professor Farfie), aff.net, Twisting the Hellmouth
Warnings: Slash, Fem-Slash, Minor Violence
Time Era: Post-OotP/Voldie-War, Post-Tara/Willow hook-up/Pre-Dawn (note: i can't remember if giles buys the magic box before or after dawn shows up, but for the sake fo this story, it's before dawn is there)
Chapter One: Away From It All
"Bloody hell." Ron Weasley cursed under his breath. He rested his elbows on the counter-top and covered his face, hoping to hide the damn contraption in front of him from veiw. No matter how much he fought with the machine, it refused to work. Ron looked up, startled, with blue eyes as the machine started beeping in a 'doomsday' sort of way. He gripped his short red-hair, frustrated, and continued to curse under his breath.
"Need some help?" A voice asked from next to him. Ron glanced in the voice's direction and did a doubletake. For a moment, he thought he saw his younger sister Ginny. But the thought was quickly squashed due to the fact this girl - no, woman, definitely - had green eyes, and looked about a year or two older than himself.
The sight of the flaming red hair brought a surge of repressed memories upon him all of a sudden, and Ron found he could not reply to the woman. He suddenly thought of why he was here, in North America, some place called Sunnydale. The war against Lord Voldemort - Ron quickly supressed a shudder at the name he had never became acustomed to using - had ended a few months ago, at the end of his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Ron had left the school with memories most his age would only read about. He had barely recovered from the pain that the war had created. Death seemed to cover him. It was with a heavy heart that Ron left England, hoping to terminate the destruction the war had brought upon himself. And it wasn't like anyone would miss him, truly. Harry had Hermione, they were engaged to be married soon. His family was nearly gone, save Charlie, Percy, and his mother. Albus Dumbledore, along with Professor McGonogal, were also dead. The only teacher that survived seemingly unscathed was Professor Snape, but Ron knew Snape held his wounds under his protective barriers. Things had changed too much for Ron's liking, so he did the only resonable thing he could do: run. And so here he was, away from the safety of home and the magic of school.
"Hello? You in there?"
"Oh! Sorry. Uh..." Ron blushed feircely at the green eyed girl next to him. He glanced around the college computer room once before looking back at her. "I seemed to have dazed off."
"So I noticed." The girl smiled softly. "I was wondering if you needed any help with the computer. You looked a little fraggled."
"Yeah, I'm not much a computer person." Ron fidgeted. He watched as the woman scooted her chair closer to him and peered over his shoulder at the screen.
"Woah, buddy!" She exclaimed, gently pushing his hand off the mouse and taking control. "You somehow managed to get into the school's control panel. I take it this wasn't what you intended?" Ron nodded, confused. "Heh, don't worry. I'll get you out of here. I've done it before myself, it really is quite easy to do. I'm shocked they don't have a better protection system for it."
Ron leaned back in his chair, listening vaquely to the red-head talk on about the computer system and what he managed to do without intention. He didn't have a clue what she was talking about. The closest he had really come to any muggle technology was in Muggles Studies, which Hermione had finally talked him and Harry into attending. And the only problem with that was electrcity didn't work in Hogwarts, so there was no hands-on practice.
"Here ya go!" The woman said, breaking through Ron's thoughts. The screen had returned to normal and there was no longer any beeping.
"Wow, thanks!" Ron replied. "Your a genius."
"Nah, well, I try." The girl blushed slightly and smiled. "I'm Willow, by the way. Willow Rosenburg."
"Ron Weasley." Ron reached out and shook her hand.
"Hey, check that out. W.R. and R.W.!" Willow laughed lightly, then coughed. "Well, that sounded funnier in my head."
Ron smiled at her. "It was a nice attempt, really."
"Hey, Willow!" Another voice rang out. Ron looked up to see a curvy blonde steping up behind Willow's chair, smiling down at her. Willow stood and grabbed her bag. Ron watched, amused, as the two girls linked hands. "I thought I'd find you here."
"As usual." Willow grinned. "Hey, Tara this is Ron."
"Nice to meet you." Ron greeted, standing as well. He picked up his backpack and made for the door. "I better be going. It was a pleasure meeting you both."
The two girls watched him leave, before Tara turned her blue eyes on the girl next to her, smiling secretively. Willow raised an eyebrow as they headed for the same door. "What is that look about, hmm?"
"Nothing." Tara replied.
"Come on, tell me!" Willow whined, making Tara giggle. They stepped out onto the college campus and Tara found herself scanning the crowd. She spotted the red-headed boy walking down a path ahead, all before turning back to Willow.
"Didn't you feel it?" Tara asked, keeping her voice low. Willow shook her head. "Come on, Will, you had to of. It was practically charging the air around him." Willow turned her gaze to Ron, who had stopped to dig through his bag. "Just concentrate."
"Wow." Willow breathed. "Your right, his aura is strong." Willow suddenly broke into a fit of giggles. "For a moment I thought you were talking about something else intirely."
"What?" Tara asked innocently. Willow just stared for a moment, before both girls broke into wide grins.
"Hey, you think he really is like that, though?" Willow said, her voice getting serious. "I mean, the power radiating from him and all.... Well, it makes you wonder if he really is able to control it. I've never really seen many magic-people flashing their aura that brightly before."
"It seems to me that he probably doesn't think he has a need to hide it." Tara shrugged. "Who knows?"
"Think we should tell the Scoobies?" Willow asked. Tara shook her head.
"I don't think it's anything to be worried about. No big bad or anything. His aura is fairly pure." Tara commented. "He's gone through some deep trauma, though. That much is certain."
Xander Harris stepped through the door, juggling a box of donuts in one hand and a pack of coke in the other. He mumbled under his breath as he attempted to make his way to his car. "Once again, I am Errand Man! See me buy donuts. Watch as I amazingly juggle a six-pack of coke!" Xander sighed, setting the box on top of the hood. "At least I'm not Research Man at the moment."
Xander dug into his back pocket, searching for his keys. He paused a moment, looking around the practically deserted parking lot and moon filled night, before returning to his key search. He stopped a second time when he distinctly heard the sound of footsteps. Xander looked around, eyes narrowed. Still not seeing anything, Xander went back to his duties. "Calm down, Xand, this isn't the time to panic. G-Man is in need of donuts after all. There is no way we can deplete him of that! No sir!"
Xander nearly dropped his keys when he heard the sound of a chuckle. "Who's there? ... Oh, that was brilliant, just alert them of your position, Xander. Let the vampires come and feast upon you!"
"Do you always talk to yourself like that?" A British voice interupted him. Xander whirled around, nearly dropping the keys he had finally managed to find. Standing on the street corner, next to the only street lamp, was guy with bright red hair. Xander wasn't sure whether to sigh in relief that it wasn't Spike, or to freak out that it was someone he didn't know. In the end he figured it would be best to just use his greastest weapon: humor.
"Well, not all the time. Depends on the situation, you see." Xander replied. He relaxed a bit when the guy broke into a warm smile. A smile that was definitely not vampirish. 'Now let's just hope he's not some demon.' Xander thought to himself. "What are you doing out here? It's not a very safe place to be wandering around, you know."
"Doesn't seem too dangerous to me." He replied. Xander suddenly came to the realization that he adored British accents, with the exception of Giles of course. Xander blinked away the thoughts and focused instead on the man who suddenly appeared to be closer. It took Xander a moment to realize he was walking in his direction. "I was wondering, actually, if you could direct me to a certain location? I seemed to have lost my way, you see."
"Sure you have." Xander replied carefully. The guy dug into his pocket a second, then pulled out a small business card.
"I'm looking for The Magic Box." He said, showing the card to Xander.
"Why?" Xander asked without thinking. The man shifted uncomfortabley at this question. "I mean, I'm actually going there. So, sure I can take you, but I was curious as to why."
"Oh, well, I have a few supplies I need to pick up." The man said. He suddenly reached out a hand. "I'm Ron by the way."
"Xander." Xander turned back to his car and unlocked the door. "Well, hop in. We got to hurry before everyone kills me for being late. These people take their donuts seriously."
Ron chuckled as he slid into the seat next to Xander. Xander felt the guy's eyes on him and quickly glanced over. Ron turned away and looked out the window, but Xander was certain he saw a blush creeping over his freckled face. A bit confused, Xander decided it was safer to focus on the road.
Rated: R
Catagories: Romance, Humor
Summary: After the war with Voldemort, Ron Weasley just wants to get away from everything, including magic. Too bad he ends up in Sunnydale.
Pairings: Ron/Xander, Willow/Tara
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Buffy tVS belong to their respective owners. I'm just borrowing.
Story Lodgings: ff.net (under Professor Farfie), aff.net, Twisting the Hellmouth
Warnings: Slash, Fem-Slash, Minor Violence
Time Era: Post-OotP/Voldie-War, Post-Tara/Willow hook-up/Pre-Dawn (note: i can't remember if giles buys the magic box before or after dawn shows up, but for the sake fo this story, it's before dawn is there)
Chapter One: Away From It All
"Bloody hell." Ron Weasley cursed under his breath. He rested his elbows on the counter-top and covered his face, hoping to hide the damn contraption in front of him from veiw. No matter how much he fought with the machine, it refused to work. Ron looked up, startled, with blue eyes as the machine started beeping in a 'doomsday' sort of way. He gripped his short red-hair, frustrated, and continued to curse under his breath.
"Need some help?" A voice asked from next to him. Ron glanced in the voice's direction and did a doubletake. For a moment, he thought he saw his younger sister Ginny. But the thought was quickly squashed due to the fact this girl - no, woman, definitely - had green eyes, and looked about a year or two older than himself.
The sight of the flaming red hair brought a surge of repressed memories upon him all of a sudden, and Ron found he could not reply to the woman. He suddenly thought of why he was here, in North America, some place called Sunnydale. The war against Lord Voldemort - Ron quickly supressed a shudder at the name he had never became acustomed to using - had ended a few months ago, at the end of his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Ron had left the school with memories most his age would only read about. He had barely recovered from the pain that the war had created. Death seemed to cover him. It was with a heavy heart that Ron left England, hoping to terminate the destruction the war had brought upon himself. And it wasn't like anyone would miss him, truly. Harry had Hermione, they were engaged to be married soon. His family was nearly gone, save Charlie, Percy, and his mother. Albus Dumbledore, along with Professor McGonogal, were also dead. The only teacher that survived seemingly unscathed was Professor Snape, but Ron knew Snape held his wounds under his protective barriers. Things had changed too much for Ron's liking, so he did the only resonable thing he could do: run. And so here he was, away from the safety of home and the magic of school.
"Hello? You in there?"
"Oh! Sorry. Uh..." Ron blushed feircely at the green eyed girl next to him. He glanced around the college computer room once before looking back at her. "I seemed to have dazed off."
"So I noticed." The girl smiled softly. "I was wondering if you needed any help with the computer. You looked a little fraggled."
"Yeah, I'm not much a computer person." Ron fidgeted. He watched as the woman scooted her chair closer to him and peered over his shoulder at the screen.
"Woah, buddy!" She exclaimed, gently pushing his hand off the mouse and taking control. "You somehow managed to get into the school's control panel. I take it this wasn't what you intended?" Ron nodded, confused. "Heh, don't worry. I'll get you out of here. I've done it before myself, it really is quite easy to do. I'm shocked they don't have a better protection system for it."
Ron leaned back in his chair, listening vaquely to the red-head talk on about the computer system and what he managed to do without intention. He didn't have a clue what she was talking about. The closest he had really come to any muggle technology was in Muggles Studies, which Hermione had finally talked him and Harry into attending. And the only problem with that was electrcity didn't work in Hogwarts, so there was no hands-on practice.
"Here ya go!" The woman said, breaking through Ron's thoughts. The screen had returned to normal and there was no longer any beeping.
"Wow, thanks!" Ron replied. "Your a genius."
"Nah, well, I try." The girl blushed slightly and smiled. "I'm Willow, by the way. Willow Rosenburg."
"Ron Weasley." Ron reached out and shook her hand.
"Hey, check that out. W.R. and R.W.!" Willow laughed lightly, then coughed. "Well, that sounded funnier in my head."
Ron smiled at her. "It was a nice attempt, really."
"Hey, Willow!" Another voice rang out. Ron looked up to see a curvy blonde steping up behind Willow's chair, smiling down at her. Willow stood and grabbed her bag. Ron watched, amused, as the two girls linked hands. "I thought I'd find you here."
"As usual." Willow grinned. "Hey, Tara this is Ron."
"Nice to meet you." Ron greeted, standing as well. He picked up his backpack and made for the door. "I better be going. It was a pleasure meeting you both."
The two girls watched him leave, before Tara turned her blue eyes on the girl next to her, smiling secretively. Willow raised an eyebrow as they headed for the same door. "What is that look about, hmm?"
"Nothing." Tara replied.
"Come on, tell me!" Willow whined, making Tara giggle. They stepped out onto the college campus and Tara found herself scanning the crowd. She spotted the red-headed boy walking down a path ahead, all before turning back to Willow.
"Didn't you feel it?" Tara asked, keeping her voice low. Willow shook her head. "Come on, Will, you had to of. It was practically charging the air around him." Willow turned her gaze to Ron, who had stopped to dig through his bag. "Just concentrate."
"Wow." Willow breathed. "Your right, his aura is strong." Willow suddenly broke into a fit of giggles. "For a moment I thought you were talking about something else intirely."
"What?" Tara asked innocently. Willow just stared for a moment, before both girls broke into wide grins.
"Hey, you think he really is like that, though?" Willow said, her voice getting serious. "I mean, the power radiating from him and all.... Well, it makes you wonder if he really is able to control it. I've never really seen many magic-people flashing their aura that brightly before."
"It seems to me that he probably doesn't think he has a need to hide it." Tara shrugged. "Who knows?"
"Think we should tell the Scoobies?" Willow asked. Tara shook her head.
"I don't think it's anything to be worried about. No big bad or anything. His aura is fairly pure." Tara commented. "He's gone through some deep trauma, though. That much is certain."
Xander Harris stepped through the door, juggling a box of donuts in one hand and a pack of coke in the other. He mumbled under his breath as he attempted to make his way to his car. "Once again, I am Errand Man! See me buy donuts. Watch as I amazingly juggle a six-pack of coke!" Xander sighed, setting the box on top of the hood. "At least I'm not Research Man at the moment."
Xander dug into his back pocket, searching for his keys. He paused a moment, looking around the practically deserted parking lot and moon filled night, before returning to his key search. He stopped a second time when he distinctly heard the sound of footsteps. Xander looked around, eyes narrowed. Still not seeing anything, Xander went back to his duties. "Calm down, Xand, this isn't the time to panic. G-Man is in need of donuts after all. There is no way we can deplete him of that! No sir!"
Xander nearly dropped his keys when he heard the sound of a chuckle. "Who's there? ... Oh, that was brilliant, just alert them of your position, Xander. Let the vampires come and feast upon you!"
"Do you always talk to yourself like that?" A British voice interupted him. Xander whirled around, nearly dropping the keys he had finally managed to find. Standing on the street corner, next to the only street lamp, was guy with bright red hair. Xander wasn't sure whether to sigh in relief that it wasn't Spike, or to freak out that it was someone he didn't know. In the end he figured it would be best to just use his greastest weapon: humor.
"Well, not all the time. Depends on the situation, you see." Xander replied. He relaxed a bit when the guy broke into a warm smile. A smile that was definitely not vampirish. 'Now let's just hope he's not some demon.' Xander thought to himself. "What are you doing out here? It's not a very safe place to be wandering around, you know."
"Doesn't seem too dangerous to me." He replied. Xander suddenly came to the realization that he adored British accents, with the exception of Giles of course. Xander blinked away the thoughts and focused instead on the man who suddenly appeared to be closer. It took Xander a moment to realize he was walking in his direction. "I was wondering, actually, if you could direct me to a certain location? I seemed to have lost my way, you see."
"Sure you have." Xander replied carefully. The guy dug into his pocket a second, then pulled out a small business card.
"I'm looking for The Magic Box." He said, showing the card to Xander.
"Why?" Xander asked without thinking. The man shifted uncomfortabley at this question. "I mean, I'm actually going there. So, sure I can take you, but I was curious as to why."
"Oh, well, I have a few supplies I need to pick up." The man said. He suddenly reached out a hand. "I'm Ron by the way."
"Xander." Xander turned back to his car and unlocked the door. "Well, hop in. We got to hurry before everyone kills me for being late. These people take their donuts seriously."
Ron chuckled as he slid into the seat next to Xander. Xander felt the guy's eyes on him and quickly glanced over. Ron turned away and looked out the window, but Xander was certain he saw a blush creeping over his freckled face. A bit confused, Xander decided it was safer to focus on the road.