Fic - If We Took a Holiday... (25-27/?)
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spankerellatitle: The Dark Side of Holiday Cheer
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: Not mine. Wes is Whedon's. Harry is Rowling's.
fandoms: AtS/HP
pairing: Wesley/Harry (friendship) (289)
*~*~*
"What did you say you did in that other dimension again?"
Wesley looked up. Seventh year Harry Potter certainly asked a great many
questions.
But the former watcher supposed he would too if he was trapped in the school
over the holidays. Wesley, the current Defense Against the Dark Arts
professor, desperately wanted to ask young Mister Potter if it were true
that he had gotten trapped under some bespelled mistletoe not two days
earlier... instead of answer the boy's question. Again. It seemed all they
ever talked of, and they talked a lot, was Wesley's stint as a watcher and
his life as a member of the AI team.
"I was a watcher, Harry."
"And you watched young girls."
"You make it sound... naughty. I assure you there was no naughtiness
involved. Vampire slayers, but yes, they were young and female."
"That sounds like the best job ever. Why'd you want to quit?"
"It was not a matter of want, Harry. I died."
"Right. That part had to suck."
"It did, actually." Wesley stopped marking scrolls and put down his quill.
"I'm beginning to get a headache from looking at all this ink. What do you
say to a little annoying of the Snape?"
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Oh like anyone in this castle likes Professor Scrooge the Bah Humbug
Master. Lets go see if we can't find some carolers and patrol the dungeons.
I'm certain Professor Flitwick could be persuaded. That little man does so
love to sing."
"I..."
"Perhaps you can run into Miss Parkinson hanging out near some mistletoe
again."
Harry actually blushed. "I don't-"
"There's no crime in having a slight crush on the bad girl, Harry."
Harry regarded him seriously for a moment. "Professor Wyndam-Pryce, you have
a dark side."
"Just now figuring that out, are we?"
*~*~*
end mini 25
*~*~*
title: Sorry, Luv, I Still Don't Speak Chinese
author: echo
rating: PG-13 (one hardcore F swear)
disclaimer: Not mine. Spike is Whedon's. Cho is Rowling's.
fandoms: BtVS/HP
pairing: Spike/Cho (324)
AN: I can find no mention of Cho's nationality... please don't be offended
if you think it is otherwise.
*~*~*
They were the only two people sitting alone at the party. All around them
people sipped eggnog and sang carols and were just merry. Spike scowled.
Vampires didn't do merry... unless it was on a pile of bloodied bodies.
Granted, he was all soul-having this holiday season, but that didn't mean he
was going to have the holiday spirit. No siree. Not William the Bloody. Bah
humbug and a 'fa la la la fuck off' to them all.
He looked at the girl next to him watching someone on the dance floor. Her
eyes followed their every move, and she was scowling something fierce with
her arms folded across her chest. Spike followed her line of vision. the
bespeckled bloke with the scar? Really now? That was Harry Potter. Spike
wanted to say something. Like she was too exotic for the likes of Harry
Potter. Her long black hair was shiny and straight. He liked the way only
part of it was held up by the jade chopsticks in it. The rest fell onto her
shoulders. Her red robes with the black Chinese dragons embroidered on them
were so sophisticated. She was very lovely.
Too lovely for Potter. Spike had met him. He was nice enough. Reminded Spike
of Wesley... but happier and more likely to fly off the handle and shout.
That might have to do with his crazy girlfriend though. Her, Spike got along
with. Famously. It was like if Faith had decided to date Wesley, but this
chit's name was Pansy.
Pansy who was under the mistletoe with her Saint Potter the dark wizard
killer and who the lovely little Asian girl was currently cutting to ribbons
with the daggers in her eyes.
Spike sighed. "Sorry, luv. I'd tell you he's not interested in anything
besides his little pit viper, but I still don't speak Chinese."
The girl with her straight black hair turned to him suddenly. "Neither do
I."
*~*~*
end mini 26
*~*~*
title: Hungry Like
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: Not mine. Nina is Whedon's. The Snape is Rowling's.
fandoms: AtS/HP
pairing: Nina/Snape (533)
*~*~*
He was going to hex whoever had done this to him.
Dumbledore had just left him, saying he'd search out someone to help.
Bespelled mistletoe, and Severus Snape was trapped in the doorway to his own
classroom because some dunderhead had thought it would be a good place to
put an enchanted poisonous plant. He'd hex them. They'd wish they were dead.
Because he knew it would be McGonagall who Dumbledore would get to help him.
Kissing a Gryffindor. THE Gryffindor. It was not to be borne. Someone was
going to pay.
Severus was going through all the non-killing torture hexes he could think
of and trying to decide on a casting order when he heard footsteps. He went
rigid when he saw who it was. Not her.
What in the hell was the old man thinking? They didn't like one another. At
all. She thought he was an 'elitist man-witch snob', and he knew for certain
she was just as much a werewolf as Remus Lupin was. She was also Lupin's
friend. For that reason alone Snape could despise her, despite her cute
blondness. He could also despise her because she claimed to be a good friend
of one of the most vicious vampires to walk the earth. Yes, he had a soul
now... so she claimed.
She and her bosom friend Lupin were here to pick up a supply of wolfsbane.
The thought of that potion made Severus want to smile. He'd finally
discovered a way to make it in bulk and have it store rather well without
losing any of its preventative properties. That had been a good achievement,
despite who it helped. Specifically the new leaders of the first official
and in-the-public wolf pack in the wizarding world. Remus Lupin and his
little friend Nina.
"So the headmaster said there's some sort of problem you need help with?"
Snape scowled. "Professor Dumbledore greatly exaggerates."
"So you don't have a problem?"
He just glared at her.
"Why are you just standing in the doorway like that?"
More glaring.
"Did you know you're under some mistletoe too?"
Glare.
"Ohhhhhhhh." She laughed a little. "Stuck in the doorway by magic mistletoe.
Too proud to ask wolfgirl for help. I get it."
He sighed. "Must you be so irritating?"
"You want out of that doorway?"
"Yes." He hissed through his teeth.
"Then yes, I must be so irritating."
He sighed. This was worse than having Minerva McGonagall have to help him.
"I hope you brushed your teeth today."
He snarled at her. It was cut short by her pressing her lips to his. He
staggered forward when he was no longer bound to the doorway. His hand
clamped onto her shoulder, so he could hold his balance. Strangely, it took
the two of them a few moments to not be kissing anymore.
She stepped back with a flush across her skin and wiped at the corners of
her mouth... like she'd just eaten something lovely.
Severus turned and hexed the mistletoe. It blasted off the door frame into
tiny bits.
"Temper, temper." She murmured.
He turned and glared at her. Nina just smiled and started to walk off.
"Perhaps.... when the wolfsbane is ready.... you... could come by my
classroom to gather the vials... instead of Lupin."
Nina looked at him with a smirk worthy of any Malfoy. "Perhaps."
"It was just a suggestion." He snapped.
"I'll see you when the wolfsbane is ready."
*~*~*
end mini 27
*~*~*
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: Not mine. Wes is Whedon's. Harry is Rowling's.
fandoms: AtS/HP
pairing: Wesley/Harry (friendship) (289)
*~*~*
"What did you say you did in that other dimension again?"
Wesley looked up. Seventh year Harry Potter certainly asked a great many
questions.
But the former watcher supposed he would too if he was trapped in the school
over the holidays. Wesley, the current Defense Against the Dark Arts
professor, desperately wanted to ask young Mister Potter if it were true
that he had gotten trapped under some bespelled mistletoe not two days
earlier... instead of answer the boy's question. Again. It seemed all they
ever talked of, and they talked a lot, was Wesley's stint as a watcher and
his life as a member of the AI team.
"I was a watcher, Harry."
"And you watched young girls."
"You make it sound... naughty. I assure you there was no naughtiness
involved. Vampire slayers, but yes, they were young and female."
"That sounds like the best job ever. Why'd you want to quit?"
"It was not a matter of want, Harry. I died."
"Right. That part had to suck."
"It did, actually." Wesley stopped marking scrolls and put down his quill.
"I'm beginning to get a headache from looking at all this ink. What do you
say to a little annoying of the Snape?"
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Oh like anyone in this castle likes Professor Scrooge the Bah Humbug
Master. Lets go see if we can't find some carolers and patrol the dungeons.
I'm certain Professor Flitwick could be persuaded. That little man does so
love to sing."
"I..."
"Perhaps you can run into Miss Parkinson hanging out near some mistletoe
again."
Harry actually blushed. "I don't-"
"There's no crime in having a slight crush on the bad girl, Harry."
Harry regarded him seriously for a moment. "Professor Wyndam-Pryce, you have
a dark side."
"Just now figuring that out, are we?"
*~*~*
end mini 25
*~*~*
title: Sorry, Luv, I Still Don't Speak Chinese
author: echo
rating: PG-13 (one hardcore F swear)
disclaimer: Not mine. Spike is Whedon's. Cho is Rowling's.
fandoms: BtVS/HP
pairing: Spike/Cho (324)
AN: I can find no mention of Cho's nationality... please don't be offended
if you think it is otherwise.
*~*~*
They were the only two people sitting alone at the party. All around them
people sipped eggnog and sang carols and were just merry. Spike scowled.
Vampires didn't do merry... unless it was on a pile of bloodied bodies.
Granted, he was all soul-having this holiday season, but that didn't mean he
was going to have the holiday spirit. No siree. Not William the Bloody. Bah
humbug and a 'fa la la la fuck off' to them all.
He looked at the girl next to him watching someone on the dance floor. Her
eyes followed their every move, and she was scowling something fierce with
her arms folded across her chest. Spike followed her line of vision. the
bespeckled bloke with the scar? Really now? That was Harry Potter. Spike
wanted to say something. Like she was too exotic for the likes of Harry
Potter. Her long black hair was shiny and straight. He liked the way only
part of it was held up by the jade chopsticks in it. The rest fell onto her
shoulders. Her red robes with the black Chinese dragons embroidered on them
were so sophisticated. She was very lovely.
Too lovely for Potter. Spike had met him. He was nice enough. Reminded Spike
of Wesley... but happier and more likely to fly off the handle and shout.
That might have to do with his crazy girlfriend though. Her, Spike got along
with. Famously. It was like if Faith had decided to date Wesley, but this
chit's name was Pansy.
Pansy who was under the mistletoe with her Saint Potter the dark wizard
killer and who the lovely little Asian girl was currently cutting to ribbons
with the daggers in her eyes.
Spike sighed. "Sorry, luv. I'd tell you he's not interested in anything
besides his little pit viper, but I still don't speak Chinese."
The girl with her straight black hair turned to him suddenly. "Neither do
I."
*~*~*
end mini 26
*~*~*
title: Hungry Like
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: Not mine. Nina is Whedon's. The Snape is Rowling's.
fandoms: AtS/HP
pairing: Nina/Snape (533)
*~*~*
He was going to hex whoever had done this to him.
Dumbledore had just left him, saying he'd search out someone to help.
Bespelled mistletoe, and Severus Snape was trapped in the doorway to his own
classroom because some dunderhead had thought it would be a good place to
put an enchanted poisonous plant. He'd hex them. They'd wish they were dead.
Because he knew it would be McGonagall who Dumbledore would get to help him.
Kissing a Gryffindor. THE Gryffindor. It was not to be borne. Someone was
going to pay.
Severus was going through all the non-killing torture hexes he could think
of and trying to decide on a casting order when he heard footsteps. He went
rigid when he saw who it was. Not her.
What in the hell was the old man thinking? They didn't like one another. At
all. She thought he was an 'elitist man-witch snob', and he knew for certain
she was just as much a werewolf as Remus Lupin was. She was also Lupin's
friend. For that reason alone Snape could despise her, despite her cute
blondness. He could also despise her because she claimed to be a good friend
of one of the most vicious vampires to walk the earth. Yes, he had a soul
now... so she claimed.
She and her bosom friend Lupin were here to pick up a supply of wolfsbane.
The thought of that potion made Severus want to smile. He'd finally
discovered a way to make it in bulk and have it store rather well without
losing any of its preventative properties. That had been a good achievement,
despite who it helped. Specifically the new leaders of the first official
and in-the-public wolf pack in the wizarding world. Remus Lupin and his
little friend Nina.
"So the headmaster said there's some sort of problem you need help with?"
Snape scowled. "Professor Dumbledore greatly exaggerates."
"So you don't have a problem?"
He just glared at her.
"Why are you just standing in the doorway like that?"
More glaring.
"Did you know you're under some mistletoe too?"
Glare.
"Ohhhhhhhh." She laughed a little. "Stuck in the doorway by magic mistletoe.
Too proud to ask wolfgirl for help. I get it."
He sighed. "Must you be so irritating?"
"You want out of that doorway?"
"Yes." He hissed through his teeth.
"Then yes, I must be so irritating."
He sighed. This was worse than having Minerva McGonagall have to help him.
"I hope you brushed your teeth today."
He snarled at her. It was cut short by her pressing her lips to his. He
staggered forward when he was no longer bound to the doorway. His hand
clamped onto her shoulder, so he could hold his balance. Strangely, it took
the two of them a few moments to not be kissing anymore.
She stepped back with a flush across her skin and wiped at the corners of
her mouth... like she'd just eaten something lovely.
Severus turned and hexed the mistletoe. It blasted off the door frame into
tiny bits.
"Temper, temper." She murmured.
He turned and glared at her. Nina just smiled and started to walk off.
"Perhaps.... when the wolfsbane is ready.... you... could come by my
classroom to gather the vials... instead of Lupin."
Nina looked at him with a smirk worthy of any Malfoy. "Perhaps."
"It was just a suggestion." He snapped.
"I'll see you when the wolfsbane is ready."
*~*~*
end mini 27
*~*~*
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