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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
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Adult +
Chapters:
25
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4,660
Reviews:
7
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The Importance of Muggle Literature
The Importance of Muggle Literature
And so Willow sat alone in the living room, having had a tremendous verbal battle on the front lawn with the jerk that continued to belittle her existence. Currently, Hermione, Ginny, Draco and Ron were upstairs trying to help Harry heal the deep scratches that covered any skin that had been exposed when she had magically dropped him into the bramble patch that sat to one side of the front yard.
Unconsciously she rubbed her aching arm, the result of a bruising hex that had left it black and blue. She had healed it, but it was still tender. Thank God I leave tomorrow. I don't know how much longer I can take living so close to that pompous ass. She smiled and took another gulp of her firewhiskey as she thought of her decision to not turn Harry into a rat. Beside of the obvious risks (considering that a dark lord was after him, it was probably not a good idea to turn him into such an easy target), there was the fact that summoning Hecate would have proven the idiot right, so she had decided against it.
Her thoughts were disturbed as Draco came downstairs, his wife on his arm and Hermione trailing behind with Ron.
"Is he ever going to change his mind?" Willow asked glumly. "I'm getting a little tired of defending myself from his verbal and magical assaults on my person."
"Who? Potter? Probably, but not anytime soon. He thinks you're dark and that's enough for him." Draco drawled and sat down on the other sofa with his wife. "Besides, you gave as good as you got tonight."
At this comment, Ron, who had sat down next to her with Hermione, burst into laughter. "That's an understatement," he looked Willow in the eye, still laughing. "If I didn't already like you so much and if you weren't my cousin, I think I'd have a problem with the fact that you just kicked my best friends arse. But I do, and you are, so I don't."
"Thanks Ron. You're not so bad yourself," she smiled band tnd took the last sip of the firewhiskey that had until seconds ago resided in her cup. With a sigh, she levitated the bottle over to her and poured another glass of the drink she had bought in Diagon Alley that day. "Anyone want some?"
The group, unaccustomed as they were to Lucy's talents in wandless magic, took her up on her offer. Soon, they all sat quietly, sipping their beverages and mulling over their individual thoughts.
"Are you nervous for tomorrow? Hermione asked quietly.
"Should I be?" Willow shot her a half-smile.
"I don't know. I've never taught before. Just watch out for Severus Snape. He was the Potions Professor when we were there. Incredibly nasty individual. I think he's still there"¦Draco do you know if he's still there?" Hermione asked Snape's godson.
Draco nodded affirmatively. "Yes. He's thinking of retiring though. But with the war going on..it's just not going to happen anytime soon," he said cautiously. Lucy, as far as he knew, didn't know about the Order so they had to be cautious about what they said around her.
"Guys, I know, ok? About the Order. Feel free to speak freely. Dumbledore's already inducted me. I know that Snape's a spy and I know why he can't retire." The group looked at her suspiciously, causing her to roll her eyes in exasperation. Willow understood though. It never hurt to be cautious.
There was silence for a moment and then"¦.
Ron cleared his throat. "Charming day it has been."
Willow, recognizing the code phrase Dumbledore had given her, replied in a bored voice. "Pray don't talk to me about the weather. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me so nervous."
Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Indeed. Does Harry know?" Oh, Draco was going to have fun with this piece of information.
"What? About Dumbledore's affectation towards Muggle literature or that I'm a member?"
Ginny laughed. "Both." This was great. Harry was going to have to trust Lucy now. Maybe even apologize for being such an ass.
"I'm going have to be nice to him now aren't I?" Willow wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Hermione snorted in laughter and shook her head. "Hardly. I'd make him apologize first. Make him grovel."
"Granger! Never knew you had it in you." Draco drawled.
"Malfoy, as I keep reminding you, it's Granger-Weasely now. And thank you."
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"Professor Emerson? How is everything going in your classes?" Minerva McGonagall asked, breaking Willow out of her boredom-induced recap of her stay at the Burrow. "Any disturbances? Problems?"
"No. Nothing like that. The students are all VERY well behaved." Beside her, Professor Snape snorted in amusement. They had had a conversation on this topic just the other evening about the connection between "˜Lucy's' wardrobe and her class attendance and participation. Strangely enough, it seemed that both of them were playing a role at Hogwarts. Severus, the role of nasty git and Willow, the role of smouldering temptress. The irony was that their real selves couldn't be more different from the parts they played at Hogwarts. For now, Lucy Emerson sat back in her chair as Minerva moved on to other matters and looked forward to that evening's chess game with Severus, her substitute Giles here at the school. They would have a glass of brandy, as always and she would wear actual clothes and he would lift the aging glamour he had on himself to look 10 years older than he actually was. She smiled. They really had the students fooled, the two of them. Hell, even Draco was fooled by his godfather's glamour. But first they had a meeting with Dumbledore.
And so Willow sat alone in the living room, having had a tremendous verbal battle on the front lawn with the jerk that continued to belittle her existence. Currently, Hermione, Ginny, Draco and Ron were upstairs trying to help Harry heal the deep scratches that covered any skin that had been exposed when she had magically dropped him into the bramble patch that sat to one side of the front yard.
Unconsciously she rubbed her aching arm, the result of a bruising hex that had left it black and blue. She had healed it, but it was still tender. Thank God I leave tomorrow. I don't know how much longer I can take living so close to that pompous ass. She smiled and took another gulp of her firewhiskey as she thought of her decision to not turn Harry into a rat. Beside of the obvious risks (considering that a dark lord was after him, it was probably not a good idea to turn him into such an easy target), there was the fact that summoning Hecate would have proven the idiot right, so she had decided against it.
Her thoughts were disturbed as Draco came downstairs, his wife on his arm and Hermione trailing behind with Ron.
"Is he ever going to change his mind?" Willow asked glumly. "I'm getting a little tired of defending myself from his verbal and magical assaults on my person."
"Who? Potter? Probably, but not anytime soon. He thinks you're dark and that's enough for him." Draco drawled and sat down on the other sofa with his wife. "Besides, you gave as good as you got tonight."
At this comment, Ron, who had sat down next to her with Hermione, burst into laughter. "That's an understatement," he looked Willow in the eye, still laughing. "If I didn't already like you so much and if you weren't my cousin, I think I'd have a problem with the fact that you just kicked my best friends arse. But I do, and you are, so I don't."
"Thanks Ron. You're not so bad yourself," she smiled band tnd took the last sip of the firewhiskey that had until seconds ago resided in her cup. With a sigh, she levitated the bottle over to her and poured another glass of the drink she had bought in Diagon Alley that day. "Anyone want some?"
The group, unaccustomed as they were to Lucy's talents in wandless magic, took her up on her offer. Soon, they all sat quietly, sipping their beverages and mulling over their individual thoughts.
"Are you nervous for tomorrow? Hermione asked quietly.
"Should I be?" Willow shot her a half-smile.
"I don't know. I've never taught before. Just watch out for Severus Snape. He was the Potions Professor when we were there. Incredibly nasty individual. I think he's still there"¦Draco do you know if he's still there?" Hermione asked Snape's godson.
Draco nodded affirmatively. "Yes. He's thinking of retiring though. But with the war going on..it's just not going to happen anytime soon," he said cautiously. Lucy, as far as he knew, didn't know about the Order so they had to be cautious about what they said around her.
"Guys, I know, ok? About the Order. Feel free to speak freely. Dumbledore's already inducted me. I know that Snape's a spy and I know why he can't retire." The group looked at her suspiciously, causing her to roll her eyes in exasperation. Willow understood though. It never hurt to be cautious.
There was silence for a moment and then"¦.
Ron cleared his throat. "Charming day it has been."
Willow, recognizing the code phrase Dumbledore had given her, replied in a bored voice. "Pray don't talk to me about the weather. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me so nervous."
Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Indeed. Does Harry know?" Oh, Draco was going to have fun with this piece of information.
"What? About Dumbledore's affectation towards Muggle literature or that I'm a member?"
Ginny laughed. "Both." This was great. Harry was going to have to trust Lucy now. Maybe even apologize for being such an ass.
"I'm going have to be nice to him now aren't I?" Willow wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Hermione snorted in laughter and shook her head. "Hardly. I'd make him apologize first. Make him grovel."
"Granger! Never knew you had it in you." Draco drawled.
"Malfoy, as I keep reminding you, it's Granger-Weasely now. And thank you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Professor Emerson? How is everything going in your classes?" Minerva McGonagall asked, breaking Willow out of her boredom-induced recap of her stay at the Burrow. "Any disturbances? Problems?"
"No. Nothing like that. The students are all VERY well behaved." Beside her, Professor Snape snorted in amusement. They had had a conversation on this topic just the other evening about the connection between "˜Lucy's' wardrobe and her class attendance and participation. Strangely enough, it seemed that both of them were playing a role at Hogwarts. Severus, the role of nasty git and Willow, the role of smouldering temptress. The irony was that their real selves couldn't be more different from the parts they played at Hogwarts. For now, Lucy Emerson sat back in her chair as Minerva moved on to other matters and looked forward to that evening's chess game with Severus, her substitute Giles here at the school. They would have a glass of brandy, as always and she would wear actual clothes and he would lift the aging glamour he had on himself to look 10 years older than he actually was. She smiled. They really had the students fooled, the two of them. Hell, even Draco was fooled by his godfather's glamour. But first they had a meeting with Dumbledore.