Disclaimer: Tomb Raider is owned by Eidos/Square Enix (Square Enix acquired Eidos) and Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling.

Author's Note: A bit of an idea for a pairing I might throw into one of my fics that I was inspired enough to write a side story to.

Bill Weasley groaned softly as he slowly forced himself from the blissful ignorance of sleep, to his hangover filled reality. A naked, hangover filled reality, he noted a moment later as he lightly shifted slightly, until he finally noticed the warm weight on his chest. His eyes cracking open, he quickly amended his previous though, a naked with an equally naked bird on his chest, with the smell of alcohol and sex sticking heavily into the air.

"Ugh, Merlin, how much did I drink last night?" He squinted lightly as he glanced out to the Egyptian sun streaming through the open window.

"Enough to keep up with me," a husky, female, and equally British voice murmured from his chest. "And that's saying something..." Dark chocolate eyes cracked open a moment, studying the man beneath her before lazily falling shut once more.

He blinked a moment, studying the woman's face in front of him, before he lightly let his eyes roam down the remainder of her lean, but more than adequately curved frame. Unconsciously, his fingers trailed down set of thin, jagged scars running parallel along her ribs. "Mmm... cat?"

"Tiger." She clarified as she would let her own eyes slip open and she studied the leanly muscled man beneath her, casually looking at a diamond shaped scar at his shoulder. "Spear?"

"Spike." He grinned lightly as he corrected her, then brushed his arm along her arm, tracing a long, thin scar. "Sword?"

"Pendulum." A slow grin was crossing her lips as she slowly sat up, straddling his waist as her unruly brown hair swayed messily in its braid, the sunlight high lighting her body. "Tomb Raider?"

"Curse Breaker." He corrected without thinking, before groaning just a bit as he looked up at her with a light sheepish grin. "Dun suppose you'd ignore that as the ramblin's of a hungover bloke?"

"Wizard." She noted with a wry grin, but made no move to get off him as she lightly ran her fingers down his stomach.

"Bill." He responded, grinning back at her before he took one of those wandering hands from his chest, and brought it to his lips. "As I doubt I properly introduced myself last night."

"My my, a curse breaker with manners?" She laughed lightly, not the light, dainty thing of a lady, but a deep, genuine laugh. "Lara."

He blinked a moment, something tugging at his mind as he lightly ran his thumb over the back of her hand for a moment, studying her, before his dusky brown eyes widened in recognition. "Lady Croft?"

"Bah, and you were doing so well." She sighed slid down to lay her arms crossed about his chest, staring into his eyes. "That a problem, Bill?"

For a moment, he said nothing, regarding her as she lay so casually on his chest, before he made a simple little shrug. "Nah, not really. You've just got quite the reputation in my line of work."

"Yes, I'm sure the goblins just love me." She rolled her eyes slightly before grinning a bit, as a slight hopeful look entered her eyes. "I don't suppose you happen to have some of that delightful hangover cure potion?"

"In my room, possibly." He agreed while smiling slightly. "But, seeing as how I fail to recognize where we are..."

"Of course." She sighed slightly and looked around the room. "My, we certainly seemed to have made the mess, haven't we?"

Looking around himself, Bill couldn't help but laugh slightly as he grinned back at the amused woman atop him. "Well, it would appear we were both quite... enthusiastic."

"I do happen to have that reputation." Lara agreed as she smirked back at the man. "How about you, Bill? What kind of reputation do you have hmmm?"

"One for being good enough to still be in one piece." He paused a moment, before teasingly adding. "And leaving my tombs that way too."

Lara laughed softly as she would smile back at him. "What can I say? I tend to need things more than a little... rugged." She leaned slowly forward, her lips hovering above his own. "Tell me, Bill, think you're rugged enough, hmmm?"

"I've always been the kind to show, not tell." He responded, as he suddenly rolled her over on the bed, pressing down between her thighs. "Shall I get to showing?"

"Oh, I do think I like you..." Lara purred back as her arms wrapped up about his back, just before the door to the hotel suddenly exploded inwards.

"CROFT!!!!" A shrill voice screamed in outrage and violence.

"Bugger." Two voices hissed in unison with mirrored glances of irritation.

"Have you seen my guns?"

"Have you seen my wand?"

The sentences came in unison, as the pair immediately dover off the bed and moved away from the sight of the door. Glancing down at his naked body, Lara grinned up at the man a moment later before breaking to scan the room. "Well, I've seen one of em..."

"Ah, but I need the one that doesn't want to kill the blokes who need a reminder of that coitus interuptus is bad form." Bill grinned back at her as a sweep of gunshots erupted through the bedroom doorway. "Hum, rather irritable chaps, aren't they?"

"Quite." Lara agreed as her eyes light up when she saw one of her pistols atop a pair of boxers. "Ah there we are."

Following Lara's gaze, Bill laughed softly in response, "Well, at least we know which you put first."

"Great minds it would seem." Lara shot back as she gestured to where his wander holster resided atop a pair of crumpled panties.

"Delightful." Bill agreed, before waiting for the bark of the gunshots to die down, before he dove across the room, grabbing his holster and her panties in the process before quickly slipping it on, and flicking his wrist, bringing his wand out. "Ah much better."

With a quick gesture, Lara's pistol rose into the air and floated quickly over to the woman. With a grateful smile, she plucked it into her grip and quickly chambered a round. "My thanks, kind Sir."

"Not a problem, fair Lady." He laughed back before transforming a discarded sock into a mirror to let him see the group of rather disreputable men aiming their weapons into the room. "When we get out of here, I must insist on taking you to dinner."

"Why Bill, are you trying to get into my knickers?" Lara grinned back at the man, before she quickly curled around the door frame, and returned fire that sent the men scattering with several barks of pain before the returned fire.

"I think I already did that." He shot back as he meaningfully held up her panties even as he threw a shielding charm over her, the bullets never even coming close. "But its not often I meet a woman who gets a fire fight instead of breakfast for room service the morning after."

Whirling around the opposite end of the door's frame, Bill wordlessly threw out a series of blugeoning and cutting curses at the fire arm carrying muggles, taking down a number of them in rapid succession. "But, I might advise you on making yourself scarce right quick, Lara." He commented quickly as he made another quick gesture as the sheet she'd pulled over herself quickly transfigured itself into a pair of shorts and shirt. "The Egyptian Aurors should be showing up any minute, and I'd rather prefer to not have them Oblivate you of all this."

"How sweet of you." She smiled back at him before blowing him a kiss. "Shoes?"

Quickly summoning her footwear, he gently banished it back over to the girl and slowly stood up as she pulled them on. "Ready?"

"Look me up when you get back home, it looks like I'm headed there right quick." Lara grinned back at the man. "Oh, and I'd appreciate it if you found my other gun and brought it with you."

"I'm sure." Bill laughed, before he winked back at the tomb raider. "See you there."

And then with a crack, he apparated into the main room, directly behind the gunmen as he started to throw a rapid succession of stunners that knocked the still conscious ones out. Grumbling slightly as he walked back into the room, he had enough time to pull on his boxers and pant, before summoning the remainder of Lara's items, and shrinking them into his pocket before the Egyptian Aurors showed up, right as he was binding the men with ropes.

"Mornin' gents, tell me is this what room service normally sends when you order a continental breakfast?"

-Croft Manor, some weeks Later-

Hillary arched a brow as he beheld the grinning man with his brilliant red hair held back in a ponytail behind his back, dressed in some kind of reptile skin jacket and jeans. "Can I help you, Sir?"

"Well, I'm hoping I'm returning these to the right place?" Bill offered hopefully as he held up a brown paper bag. "I was in Cairo, waking up with this delightfully intriguing woman, when a rather rude group of things decided that we needed a morning helping of hot, flying metal. Sadly, the woman in question had to depart, missing a good number of things as she left, so I figured I'd return them."

"Ah, yes one moment, Sir, if you'd like to come in and have a seat while I fetch Lady Croft?" The butler nodded gently without so much as batting an eye.

"Not a problem...?" He left the air hanging, waiting with a casual grin on his lips for the butler's name.

"Hilary, Sir." His lips almost, almost twitched as he beheld the man, before gesturing for him to follow.

"Not a problem, Hilary." Bill agreed, before being led into a rather spacious waiting room, to be seated while he awaited the lady of the house.

As he waited, he drew out a rather weathered leather book and leafed through the pages, lips pursing as he would scratch out a few notes here with careful strokes of a fountain pen.

"My, I must not have made the kind of impression I thought I had to have you here, scribbling away in your little book instead of eagerly awaiting my arrival." Lara's voice drawled with amusement from the doorway.

Taking the time to recap his pen, and slip both objects back into his jacket, Bill looked up to the source of the voice with an easy smile on his lips as he beheld a glistening Lara Croft dressed in a damn tank top and matching shorts. "Enough of an impression, that leaves me wondering how you always manage to find yourself looking so radiant whenever I meet you."

"Still a charmer when you're not hungover, hmm?" Lara laughed softly as she slid easily forward, her body flowing with a sensual grace as she gestured down towards the paper bag, "For me?"

"Your clothes." He offered in way of explanation, before he reached into his jacket pocket, and withdrew two shrunken objects. With a wink, and a flick of his wrist, his wand was out, and with a tap, they expanded to reveal her panties and her gun. "And these, I figured I'd make certain I got back to you directly."

"Why thank you, Bill." She drawled back with laughter in her eyes as she took the items from him and smirked slightly. "You caught me in the middle of one of my training sessions." She studied him carefully for a moment, before offering him a cheeky grin. "Care to see if you can keep up?"

"My dear Lara, is that a challenge?" Bill grinned back at her as he easily slid to his feet, and grinned back at her with his warm brown eyes dancing. "Or a proposition?"

"Maybe a bit of both, hmm?" She winked back at him before turning around, looking back over her shoulder. "But you'll have to follow me to find out."

-The Burrow, some weeks later-

"Of all the.... No, he couldn't go and meet a nice young witch, could he?" Molly Weasley glared at the letter that landed in front of her. "No, he had to go find some bloody muggle he quit his job for to go gallivanting around the world with!"

"What's that Mum?" Ron blinked slightly as he came down the stairs, Hermione right behind him as they caught a bit of her ranting. "Who quit their job?"

"Bill!" The woman half shrieked as she waved the letter around. "He's gone and quit Gringotts! Says he's doing better as a bloody independent working with that... that damned muggle he's been seeing!"

"Ah... Did he give her name at least?" Ron blinked slightly as he watched his mother rant wave the letter about.

"Lara bloody Croft!" Molly answered him even as she began going to work on a howler.

"Lara Croft?" Hermione spoke up, her eyes wide. "As in, LADY Croft?! The tomb raider?!"

"That little bint is stealing my William!"