Title: Two Ships Colliding
Author: Lady Chipmunk
Rated: PG13
Pairing: W/Severus
Disclaimer: BtVS belongs to Joss, HP to Rowlings. No money being made here
Willow knocked on Giles's door wondering why he could possibly want her there at six in the morning. His phone call had sounded urgent though so she threw on some clothing and headed over. At least it was Saturday, so if the world was ending she wouldn't have to miss class.
She tugged self-consciously at the edge of the shirt she had on. It was dark green and left her mid-drift completely bare. She must have grabbed something of Buffy's in her hurry to get dressed and now she was very uncomfortable.
She became even more so when the door was opened by a man very much not Giles. By a man that was, in fact, Tall- Dark-and Creepy from last night, still in billowing black robes. She felt the color rise in her face. She'd been really rude to this guy, she'd gotten all snippy, and.and why was he wearing robes anyway, and at Giles's nonetheless.
"Rupert," the man's silky voice broke Willow's mental babble, "there seems to be a strangely dressed statue on your doorstep. It's modelled after that annoying girl I told you about last night."
All thoughts of apologizing flew out of Willow's head. How dare he! "Annoying? You're the one that was completely rude and insulting. What are you doing here anyway, Mr. I-Wanna-Be-Batman?"
"Willow," Giles's voice came from behind the man blocking the doorway, "Professor Snape is my guest. Severus, would you be so kind as to let the dear girl in?"
Snape moved slightly and Willow brushed past him with a mumbled thank you. He just closed the door.
"Well, since you two have apparently met I suppose introductions aren't necessary."
"Actually, I never did get her name. She didn't feel it necessary to introduce herself."
"Yeah, Sevvy, cause you were being oh so charming and likeable. Right."
Giles sighed. "That being the case, Severus, I'd like you to meet Willow Rosenberg. This is the student I mentioned in my letter."
"You want me to teach this insufferable child? Rupert, you can't be serious!"
"She needs magical training I can't give her. You're the only aquaintance from Hogwarts I could contact. You did agree to help, Severus."
"Um, hello," Willow interjected, "standing right here."
"Of course. My apologies, Willow. You mentioned wanting to learn more magical control, and Professor Snape teaches at a wizarding school and has agreed to help you over the summer."
"Oh. So what, he's going to be sleeping on your couch all summer. Doesn't seem comfortable."
"Actually, I thought since you two will be working so closely together he could stay with you. You are staying at home when school let out, right?"
"Like hell I'm going to live with this pain!" Snape exclaimed.
Giles watched Willow's expression meld into the famed Resolve Face as she glared at the scowling Snape. Giles just watched the two glare at each other and then pinched the bridge of his nose. "Bloody Hell." He whispered as the two continued to silently stare each other down.
It was going to be a long summer.
Author: Lady Chipmunk
Rated: PG13
Pairing: W/Severus
Disclaimer: BtVS belongs to Joss, HP to Rowlings. No money being made here
Willow knocked on Giles's door wondering why he could possibly want her there at six in the morning. His phone call had sounded urgent though so she threw on some clothing and headed over. At least it was Saturday, so if the world was ending she wouldn't have to miss class.
She tugged self-consciously at the edge of the shirt she had on. It was dark green and left her mid-drift completely bare. She must have grabbed something of Buffy's in her hurry to get dressed and now she was very uncomfortable.
She became even more so when the door was opened by a man very much not Giles. By a man that was, in fact, Tall- Dark-and Creepy from last night, still in billowing black robes. She felt the color rise in her face. She'd been really rude to this guy, she'd gotten all snippy, and.and why was he wearing robes anyway, and at Giles's nonetheless.
"Rupert," the man's silky voice broke Willow's mental babble, "there seems to be a strangely dressed statue on your doorstep. It's modelled after that annoying girl I told you about last night."
All thoughts of apologizing flew out of Willow's head. How dare he! "Annoying? You're the one that was completely rude and insulting. What are you doing here anyway, Mr. I-Wanna-Be-Batman?"
"Willow," Giles's voice came from behind the man blocking the doorway, "Professor Snape is my guest. Severus, would you be so kind as to let the dear girl in?"
Snape moved slightly and Willow brushed past him with a mumbled thank you. He just closed the door.
"Well, since you two have apparently met I suppose introductions aren't necessary."
"Actually, I never did get her name. She didn't feel it necessary to introduce herself."
"Yeah, Sevvy, cause you were being oh so charming and likeable. Right."
Giles sighed. "That being the case, Severus, I'd like you to meet Willow Rosenberg. This is the student I mentioned in my letter."
"You want me to teach this insufferable child? Rupert, you can't be serious!"
"She needs magical training I can't give her. You're the only aquaintance from Hogwarts I could contact. You did agree to help, Severus."
"Um, hello," Willow interjected, "standing right here."
"Of course. My apologies, Willow. You mentioned wanting to learn more magical control, and Professor Snape teaches at a wizarding school and has agreed to help you over the summer."
"Oh. So what, he's going to be sleeping on your couch all summer. Doesn't seem comfortable."
"Actually, I thought since you two will be working so closely together he could stay with you. You are staying at home when school let out, right?"
"Like hell I'm going to live with this pain!" Snape exclaimed.
Giles watched Willow's expression meld into the famed Resolve Face as she glared at the scowling Snape. Giles just watched the two glare at each other and then pinched the bridge of his nose. "Bloody Hell." He whispered as the two continued to silently stare each other down.
It was going to be a long summer.