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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
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Adult +
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25
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7
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Mixed Messages
Mixed Messages
Harry Potter had had a REALLY bad day. Ever since the battle he had had with Voldemort back in his final year of Hogwarts, the violent activity from the dark side had increased exponentially. Voldemort wasn't dead, far from it. He was simply biding his time, or so Harry assumed. So the wizarding world waited for the final battle, which, Harry thought, was taking entirely too long to get here. "Driving me batty he is," he muttered to himself.
"Did you say something Harry?" Hermione turned to him questioningly as they stood in the living room of the Burrow, brushing the soot off of her Aurors uniforms. He shook his head and took off his cloak, setting it carefully on the sofa that sat in front of the fireplace. With a sigh, he and Hermione took a seat on the couch as they waited for Ginny, Draco and Ron to emerge. With a loud crash, Ron, Harry's best friend and Hermione's husband, came barrelling into the living room.
"Bloody hell that hurt," he groaned from his prone position on the rug.
"You alright Ron?" Harry asked in an extremely amused voice.
"Fine mate. Just fine," the red haired man moaned again as he stood up creakily and sat down next to Hermione, kissing her deeply.
Harry growled. "Do you have to do that in front of me? I may be your best friend, but I do not have to deal with the snogging."
Hermione giggled at this and gave Ron a peck on the cheek. " We need to find you a girl Harry."
"Yeah mate," Ron chimed in, smirking. "When was the last time you had a date? What's it been"¦six months?"
"The Weasel\'s right, been even longer since you had a good shag," a voice from the floor said and the three looked down to see Draco Malfoy and his newly wedded wife on top of each other, having fallen out of the fireplace moments ago.
"Draco!" Ginny chastised from under her husband. "Stop talking about Harry's sex life."
"Or lack thereof." Ron muttered, a smirk appearing on his freckled face.
Harry's jaw dropped. "Excuse me? I don't know what I should be feeling right now. Angry that you all think I need a girlfriend or amazed that Draco Malfoy just agreed with Ron."
Ginny Malfoy laughed from her position on top of Draco. " I'd take amazed if I were you. We're just teasing you Harry."
Harry sighed and stood up, watching as the rest of his friends followed his action and walked with him to the kitchen. "No, you're all right.
Unfortunately. I just haven't met anyone lately. And with all the new activity going on in the last few months, it's just been hard to find time to pursue anyone"¦" Suddenly he stopped short.
"Ow Potter!" Draco cried as he ran into Harry's back. "What are you doing just stopping short in the middle of the"¦bloody hell." He also came to a halt, causing Hermione to run into his back.
"Ow!!Would the two of you move?! Just what is the probl"¦holy cricket," Hermione cried as she saw just what had stopped her two friends short. A woman sat at the table, chatting with Bill and Molly. This in itself wouldn't normally have been enough to stop the two of the Ministry's strongest aurors dead in their tracks. No, it was a combination of things. Namely her decided attractiveness and the dark magic that Hermione knew that both Harry and Draco, accustomed to feeling such forces throughout their school years, felt ooze off the slight woman.
Hermione stepped around them and went to get a glass of pumpkin juice. Whatever was going to happen in the kitchen, Hermione was NOT going to face without first having wet her parched throat.
Ginny, the only one in the group that appeared to be as unaffected as Hermione, stepped around her husband, dragging her brother with her.
"Now what is the problem?" she demanded.
"Who are you?" Harry ignored the question Ginny posited to the group in the kitchen, instead, turning his wrath onto Willow, who sat shell-shocked at the group's reaction.
"What do you mean?" Willow responded nervously. He knew. He felt the dark magic that still coursed through her veins and that only a select few- limited to practitioners and of course anyone who got in their way-could detect. Whoever this was, by the energy seeping from the dark-haired man in front of her, a powerful whoever, it was not someone she wanted to mess with. Not that she couldn't handle herself. She was just afraid she might hurt someone in the process.
"I mean WHO ARE YOU?! Did Voldemort send you?" Harry demanded angrily.
Willow snorted. "Right. That dried up old man? I have more power in my little finger than he does."
She stood up and sneered at the wand that now graced the mans very attractive hand. What are you thinking? This man's threatening you and you're making googly eyes at him?
"And put the wand away, please. I'm not going to hurt you. If I wanted to I would've already." She waited a moment but he didn't drop the magical utensil. She sighed, shaking her head. "Fine, we'll do this the hard way." And with that, she summoned the wand from his hand and slammed Draco, who had gone for his wand at that moment, into the wall behind him. "Happy now?" she stepped over Draco's prone form and looked up into tall- dark-and-handsomes glasses bespectacled eyes. "I'm Lucy Emerson, Molly's niece. The dark magic in me that you feel is a result of a VERY bad choice on my part which has now been ifieified and shall never be repeated." She handed the wand back to him. "Try it again, I dare you."
Harry stood fuming in anger, his chest 6 inches from the women that had managed to make him look like a fool. She smiled at him, hurtfully.
"No? Didn't think so," she said cruelly. She drew closer and leaned into him to whisper into his ear "The next time you pull a wand on me, I turn you into a rat. And don\'t think I can\'t." Willow turned around, looked at Molly, who sat motionless at the table and asked sweetly, "I'm tired Aunt Molly. Can someone show me where my room is?"
Molly smiled warmly at the witch who, she was proud to say, had managed to keep her cool and not resort to dark magic to solve the confrontation she had just been faced with. "Of course dear."
And with that, she brushed past Willow, as the younger witch took the two steps over to her chair, picked up her jacket and brushed past Harry, making sure to step on the bridge of his foot with her 3-inch stiletto. At his wince of pain, she scowled at the offending foot and, in a very Cordelia-esque move said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you"¦not that I care. Asshole."
Harry watched as she left the room before reaching down, wincing again at the pain emanating from his foot and helped a chuckling Draco to his feet. "What are you laughing about?" he demanded.
"I like her already," he said, "Asshole," and broke into hysterical laughter.
Harry Potter had had a REALLY bad day. Ever since the battle he had had with Voldemort back in his final year of Hogwarts, the violent activity from the dark side had increased exponentially. Voldemort wasn't dead, far from it. He was simply biding his time, or so Harry assumed. So the wizarding world waited for the final battle, which, Harry thought, was taking entirely too long to get here. "Driving me batty he is," he muttered to himself.
"Did you say something Harry?" Hermione turned to him questioningly as they stood in the living room of the Burrow, brushing the soot off of her Aurors uniforms. He shook his head and took off his cloak, setting it carefully on the sofa that sat in front of the fireplace. With a sigh, he and Hermione took a seat on the couch as they waited for Ginny, Draco and Ron to emerge. With a loud crash, Ron, Harry's best friend and Hermione's husband, came barrelling into the living room.
"Bloody hell that hurt," he groaned from his prone position on the rug.
"You alright Ron?" Harry asked in an extremely amused voice.
"Fine mate. Just fine," the red haired man moaned again as he stood up creakily and sat down next to Hermione, kissing her deeply.
Harry growled. "Do you have to do that in front of me? I may be your best friend, but I do not have to deal with the snogging."
Hermione giggled at this and gave Ron a peck on the cheek. " We need to find you a girl Harry."
"Yeah mate," Ron chimed in, smirking. "When was the last time you had a date? What's it been"¦six months?"
"The Weasel\'s right, been even longer since you had a good shag," a voice from the floor said and the three looked down to see Draco Malfoy and his newly wedded wife on top of each other, having fallen out of the fireplace moments ago.
"Draco!" Ginny chastised from under her husband. "Stop talking about Harry's sex life."
"Or lack thereof." Ron muttered, a smirk appearing on his freckled face.
Harry's jaw dropped. "Excuse me? I don't know what I should be feeling right now. Angry that you all think I need a girlfriend or amazed that Draco Malfoy just agreed with Ron."
Ginny Malfoy laughed from her position on top of Draco. " I'd take amazed if I were you. We're just teasing you Harry."
Harry sighed and stood up, watching as the rest of his friends followed his action and walked with him to the kitchen. "No, you're all right.
Unfortunately. I just haven't met anyone lately. And with all the new activity going on in the last few months, it's just been hard to find time to pursue anyone"¦" Suddenly he stopped short.
"Ow Potter!" Draco cried as he ran into Harry's back. "What are you doing just stopping short in the middle of the"¦bloody hell." He also came to a halt, causing Hermione to run into his back.
"Ow!!Would the two of you move?! Just what is the probl"¦holy cricket," Hermione cried as she saw just what had stopped her two friends short. A woman sat at the table, chatting with Bill and Molly. This in itself wouldn't normally have been enough to stop the two of the Ministry's strongest aurors dead in their tracks. No, it was a combination of things. Namely her decided attractiveness and the dark magic that Hermione knew that both Harry and Draco, accustomed to feeling such forces throughout their school years, felt ooze off the slight woman.
Hermione stepped around them and went to get a glass of pumpkin juice. Whatever was going to happen in the kitchen, Hermione was NOT going to face without first having wet her parched throat.
Ginny, the only one in the group that appeared to be as unaffected as Hermione, stepped around her husband, dragging her brother with her.
"Now what is the problem?" she demanded.
"Who are you?" Harry ignored the question Ginny posited to the group in the kitchen, instead, turning his wrath onto Willow, who sat shell-shocked at the group's reaction.
"What do you mean?" Willow responded nervously. He knew. He felt the dark magic that still coursed through her veins and that only a select few- limited to practitioners and of course anyone who got in their way-could detect. Whoever this was, by the energy seeping from the dark-haired man in front of her, a powerful whoever, it was not someone she wanted to mess with. Not that she couldn't handle herself. She was just afraid she might hurt someone in the process.
"I mean WHO ARE YOU?! Did Voldemort send you?" Harry demanded angrily.
Willow snorted. "Right. That dried up old man? I have more power in my little finger than he does."
She stood up and sneered at the wand that now graced the mans very attractive hand. What are you thinking? This man's threatening you and you're making googly eyes at him?
"And put the wand away, please. I'm not going to hurt you. If I wanted to I would've already." She waited a moment but he didn't drop the magical utensil. She sighed, shaking her head. "Fine, we'll do this the hard way." And with that, she summoned the wand from his hand and slammed Draco, who had gone for his wand at that moment, into the wall behind him. "Happy now?" she stepped over Draco's prone form and looked up into tall- dark-and-handsomes glasses bespectacled eyes. "I'm Lucy Emerson, Molly's niece. The dark magic in me that you feel is a result of a VERY bad choice on my part which has now been ifieified and shall never be repeated." She handed the wand back to him. "Try it again, I dare you."
Harry stood fuming in anger, his chest 6 inches from the women that had managed to make him look like a fool. She smiled at him, hurtfully.
"No? Didn't think so," she said cruelly. She drew closer and leaned into him to whisper into his ear "The next time you pull a wand on me, I turn you into a rat. And don\'t think I can\'t." Willow turned around, looked at Molly, who sat motionless at the table and asked sweetly, "I'm tired Aunt Molly. Can someone show me where my room is?"
Molly smiled warmly at the witch who, she was proud to say, had managed to keep her cool and not resort to dark magic to solve the confrontation she had just been faced with. "Of course dear."
And with that, she brushed past Willow, as the younger witch took the two steps over to her chair, picked up her jacket and brushed past Harry, making sure to step on the bridge of his foot with her 3-inch stiletto. At his wince of pain, she scowled at the offending foot and, in a very Cordelia-esque move said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you"¦not that I care. Asshole."
Harry watched as she left the room before reaching down, wincing again at the pain emanating from his foot and helped a chuckling Draco to his feet. "What are you laughing about?" he demanded.
"I like her already," he said, "Asshole," and broke into hysterical laughter.