Two of a kind [Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter, Willow/Hermione, NC17]
Title: Two of a kind
Author: dutch_kitty
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Femslash, fluff, first time
Word count: 4411
Summary: Willow finds herself in a world that she only knows from books and movies. Or is all just a dream?
A/N: March 27 - Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter, Willow/Hermione: Magical girls - Two of a kind.
A/N2: I know that not all 7 HP books were out at the end of the last season of BtVS, but that is the good thing about crossover, it is AU. I also added Aphrodite and Cupid from the Xena-verse. Just felt right.
A/N3: This is my first time trying to write femslash... be kind...
It was good to be back in England. There were a lot of good memories there for Willow; it had been the place where she had been able to learn how to control her magic, how to control the addictive pull of power. It had been a while since she had been there, right after she almost had destroyed the world. After her sweet Tara had died. She still missed her but not to the same extent; no longer did she want to die and take the world with her, no longer was there the need to take revenge.
A lot had happened since her last visit; the Hellmouth finally was closed- it was still strange to think that of all people Spike had sacrificed himself to close it. It had happened that way, though. Sunnydale (or Sunnyhell for those who actually lived there) was gone, it was one big hole in the ground.
A world without the Sunnydale Hellmouth meant that Willow was free to visit with her friends of the coven. Relax and get more in contact with Mother Earth. Rest, that was what she found in England again. Peace of mind and a lot of time to meditate and get completely grounded.
A long walk was something she hardly had time for in the last months before the end of Sunnydale. Something else she was doing again here in England, and today she felt like a very long walk. The weather looked nice enough, no rain had been predicted. Willow smiled as she packed some lunch and set out toward the moors.
She hadn't been walking long when she walked into a patch of fog. She had just enough time to think, 'That's strange.' Before the fog was gone again, but the field where she had been walking was gone too. “Of course I had to get lost.” She muttered as she turned around, hoping that walking back to where she had come from would help. It didn't.
“That wasn't there before.” She said to the world as a whole when she spotted a very odd looking house that in a way looked slightly familiar. She moved closer wondering how it was possible that the structure was still standing. It looked like it was defying the laws off nature, especially the law of gravity.
Still having a slight feeling that she had seen the house before, Willow moved closer. She was going to be careful, of course, but she also needed directions back to town, back to the coven. As she entered the garden she heard voices. “Hello? Anyone here?”
Before she could say something else a friendly looking red haired woman exited the house. Willow again had a strange DeJa Vu-ish feeling. “Hello, I seemed to have gotten lost in the fog just now.” She smiled at the woman, feeling a little bit silly.
“Fog?” Molly Weasley blinked, there had not been any fog, it had been an exceptionally nice day. “ARTHUR....” She smiled at the unfamiliar girl with the American accent.
“Yes, dear...” Arthur was quickly at his wife's side, before noticing the young woman. “Ah, we have a visitor.”
Red hair? Strange looking house? Arthur? Willow blinked and then blinked again, this could not be, could it? Just when she was about to ask for directions again a boy in his late teens with stunning green eyes accompanied by a pretty red haired girl rounded the corner. As he spotted her, he moved in front of the girl.
“I was just wondering where I was.” Willow started again, getting the feeling she had fallen asleep and somehow was dreaming about Dawn's favourite books. “I seemed to have made a wrong turn in the fog.” She pinched her leg as she spoke, not happy to find out that it actually had hurt.
“You are at the Burrow.” A redhead on a hovering broom answered with a big grin.
“Fred!” The woman did not sound happy.
“Well, it is the truth.” A similar redhead flew in hovering next to Willow. “We should tell pretty girls the truth.”
“George?” Willow asked, she had to make sure if she was where she thought she was.
“AH... she knows me.” A big grin lit up George's face. “Which had to be expected, I am the cutest of the family.”
“This is impossible.” Willow shook her head, trying to make contact with someone of the coven but failing. “The fog....” She closed her eyes, trying to figure out a way to wake up. “It was no fog, I just fell asleep. Yes, that is what happened.”
Molly had been watching their guest and started to worry. “You do look a little bit pale, maybe you should sit down.” She went into full mommy-mode. “Ginny, get our guest some water.” She then turned to Willow, “Come on dear, you should sit down for a bit, you look like you have seen a ghost.”
“Not a ghost...” The Wiccan followed obediently though. “Fictional characters.” The last part she whispered. As she walked into the house that was straight out of the Harry Potter movies and books. She had read and watched them, Dawn had got her into them.
“Fictional?” Molly laughed, “Don't be silly. We are not fictional.” She led Willow into the living room where another redhead was sitting on the couch reading a Quidditch magazine. 'Ron' Willow guessed. “Sit down, rest and tell me what happened.”
“I...” Willow wasn't the shy little Jewish girl she used to be, but this was just too strange and she wished that Buffy and Xander were here with her, just to make sense of it all. “My name is Willow and I am lost.” She knew she was lost in more then one way as she watched the familiar faces of people she only knew from a series of books.
That is when it hit her, the fog had not been a fog but some sort of inter-dimensional portal. Like the one that sent Angel into a hell-dimension. This wan't a hell-dimension though, this was a world where fiction from her own world was reality. She smiled wondering how much was the same as it was in the books and how much was different.
At that moment an almost platinum blond teen entered, looking around the crowded room for a place to sit and when he didn't find it he just moved toward the one Willow had assumed to be Ron. The blond prodded the redhead, who shifted a little and without another word the blond sat down in the redhead's lap as if it was a normal thing to do. “That is different.” She muttered.
“Different?” Fred (or was it George?) sighed, “Annoying is more the correct term.”
“And sickeningly sweet.” The second twin added with a similar sigh.
Willow laughed, at least that part of the books had been correct, except for the part that only one of the twins had survived the books. “I think the books about...” She stopped, clasping her hand over her mouth. “I think I shouldn't talk about that, something about changing timelines.” She was not sure if that was relevant, she wasn't stuck in the past or the future after all. Or at least she didn't think she was.
Of course everybody in the room was looking at her. Willow knew she had done it now. “I think I am not just lost.” She started nervously, “I think I don't even belong in your world. In my world you all are characters from a series of books.”
“Let me guess,” The blond drawled almost lazily as he made himself more comfortable in Ron's lap. “Books about the world-saving saint Potter.” There was hardly any venom in that sentence, but it made Willow happy to see that some things in the book were correct.
“Ehm....” She, of course, could not deny the truth. “They are, yes.” She looked at who she was sure had to be said 'saint Potter', in time to see him blush.
“Why is everybody sitting inside?” A girl entered who could only be Hermione, Willow smiled, the girl was prettier then described in the books. The girl blushed, “Oh, a guest.” She looked around noticing there was no more place to sit.
“You can use my lap, Hermione.” One half of the twin teased.
“Or mine.” The other one added.
Hermione just glared at both of them and sat down on the floor against Harry and Ginny's legs. “So you can use me to test your products on again?” She shot suspicious glances to the twins, who were sporting the most innocent smiles they could manage.
“Those books...” Arthur thought out loud. “They are popular?” Willow could see the worry on the man's face.
“They are, but people don't think they are real and from some of the things I am seeing here they are not completely correct.” She went through her mind trying to find some more little details she could remember to check to see how right or wrong J.K. Rowlings had been.
“Mother, we're home...” Two more redheads entered; from the descriptions in the books Willow was willing to bet these should be Bill and Charlie. “Oh... I think we are a bit late for the party.” The longhaired brother stated- Bill if the books were correct on that.
“I didn't even know there was supposed to be a party.” The second one just had to be Charlie, simple deduction of the Scooby-kind. “I think we were not invited, Bill, the family does not love us anymore.” A pout appeared and Willow just had to giggle. She was gay, but she could appreciate a pout on a handsome man's face, just like the next girl.
“Behave, you too.” Molly rolled her eyes but smiled affectionately at her eldest sons. “Get some chairs from the kitchen and join us.”
Willow wasn't sure how much time had passed since the two had returned with their chairs but a lot of little facts from the books were compared. She had now figured out that the story itself was more or less correct but the relationships and the deaths were not. She was happy to hear that through some mysterious occurrence Sirius Black had not been trapped behind the veil at all and she had to bite her bottom lip to stop squee-ing when she heard that Sirius and Remus were a couple. She had always known!
She was however sad to hear that Dumbledore and Snape really did die, but she knew that in war things like that just happened. It didn't make death any easier of course; her thoughts went to her beloved Tara for a moment.
The talk turned to her world, the Hellmouth, the Slayer, vampires and demons. She didn't mind talking about it, answering questions, but she didn't go into too many details about her own time at the dark side. She didn't lie, she just didn't go into the 'I almost destroyed the world'-part of it. Talking about Tara came easy though, how her power used to keep Willow's in check, how it used to keep Willow grounded.
Buffy and Xander were discussed, so where Angel and Spike. The vampires seemed to be very fascinating to her new friends. The idea of vampires with souls was something she was used to, just a part of the weirdness called the Hellmouth. She explained about Angel's curse and Spike's quest to get his soul. For a moment she became quiet. She really missed the blond vampire and she hoped that there was a peaceful place somewhere for vampires who lost their unlives to save the world.
More and more people started to talk among themselves, giving Willow a chance to try to find her centre again. The pull of the strong magics around her was strong, she knew that she could resist it but after talking about Tara she realized how much she missed the blond witch at times like these. Usually a small touch or a little smile had been enough to help Willow focus.
“Willow.” A tentative voice was closer by then expected, Willow turned toward the voice and opened her eyes. She was greeted with the worried face of Hermione. “Are you feeling sick?”
“I am fine.” She gave the other witch a small smile. “Just need to ground myself.” She had explained a little about her 'addiction' earlier, no details just stating that power still pulled on her.
“Like an alcoholic in a bar?” Was Hermione's simple statement, reaching out and putting a gentle hand on Willow's while not looking away.
“Just like that.” The touch worked just like Tara's touches had. It was strangely comforting but it also made Willow wonder why it had never really worked this way with Kennedy. She closed her eyes again and focussed on the warm hand on her own. “Thank you.”
Time seemed to fly after that, in a sort of big research-party Scooby-style. A lot of books were looked at to find references about people from other worlds or dimensions. Willow had gone to the muggle-town close by to see if her computer could get a connection to the internet. She did some research there too but none of the sites she knew existed here. The mails she tried to send to Buffy and Dawn came back undeliverable. She sighed realizing again that she really wasn't in her own world.
Hermione's touches became more frequent, not that Willow minded. She found that during the little time spent with the younger woman she had started to fall for her. Was that a good thing? Love could not be bad of course, but she knew she was setting herself up to be hurt again. It was inevitable that one day they would find a way to send Willow back to her own world and that would mean saying good-bye. A good-bye as permanent as saying good-bye to her beloved Tara.
One sunny morning Willow had gone outside to meditate a little and think through all the things that had happened since her return to England. Her thoughts lingered extremely long on Hermione, the feel of her hand on hers, the way she looked when she was concentrating on some ancient text. All of it made Willow feel tingly and fussy inside.
She had been concentrating on her fussy feelings so intently that she hadn't been meditating but also she had not heard the object of her affections and thoughts enter the garden and walk up to her.
Hermione had been watching the witch from another world for a while, wondering where her feelings for Willow had come from. She had been in love before, with Ron for a while but also with girls, that was not what was making her wonder. What made her wonder was how deep her feelings for the woman sitting in the grass had grown over the last few days.
She moved closer and decided that it might be time to be a bit bolder then she usually was when it came to things of the heart. She sat down next to Willow and instead of putting her hand on top of the older woman's hand, she ran her hand from Willow's shoulder down her arm slowly.
Willow opened her eyes and looked at Hermione, she didn't say anything just leaning into the touch a little as she smiled.
Encouraged by Willow's actions Hermione moved closer, nervously licking her lips. That little movement caught Willow's eye and without thinking she mirrored it, licking her own lips in reply.
“Willow?” Hermione didn't really know what to say, what to ask, but she knew what she wanted. She moved closer to the other magical girl and leaned in to very lightly kiss her. Hoping that she would not be pushed away, shyly and carefully.
Willow had not expected this; she had thought about it, fantasized about it, but she had never expected to be kissed by Hermione. And when thinking about kissing the other girl, Willow had been the one initiating the kiss. This was even better though. Shy and sweet, insecure and questioning. She of course returned the kiss but she did not take over, she let Hermione set the pace, to let her decide what would and would not happen next.
At first not much more happened, just the sweet lingering kiss, soft and gentle. After a little time Hermione started to clumsily deepen the kiss. Willow eagerly responded by opening her mouth, giving the other girl a chance to explore more, which she eagerly did. Willow used her tongue to guide Hermione's, to show her the pleasures of a great kiss.
With a gasp Hermione reluctantly broke her first real kiss. Sure, she had kissed before but nothing had been like this. To her this was her first kiss, a kiss she would never forget until the day she died. She smiled at Willow, trying to move a bit closer.
In response Willow smiled too and patted her legs. “Come here.” She knew that it might be moving too fast but she also realized that any moment her way home could be found. She wanted more, maybe it was a bit selfish but she really did want more then just one kiss.
For a moment Hermione just stared at Willow's lap, then she moved to straddle the redhead's legs and kissed her again. The kiss was more confident, deeper and more intense. Hermione's hands on the back of Willow's head.
A moan escaped Willow as she let her hands roam freely over the brunette's back, sides and butt. All curves and warmth. All thoughts of going home and questions about how she got here gone. Nothing mattered at this moment in time, just Hermione and the special kind of magic, called love, that surrounded the two magical girls.
Very slowly Willow let her right hand travel down Hermione's leg until she found the hem of the younger witch's skirt. She broke the kiss, “Hermione?” She slipped her hand under Hermione's skirt as she said her name, asking for permission.
With a little blush and a shy nod, Hermione went back to kissing the redhead. Willow's had traveled up, caressing the soft skin she found. This could be a new addiction, the kisses, the soft skin, the dominating kisses hidden under the inexperienced shyness of Hermione.
When Willow reached the soft panties Hermione was wearing she stopped again. She ran her finger over he elastic like it was a border she needed a passport in order to cross.
Hermione gasped as Willow's fingers ghosted between her legs on their track along the elastic. She looked into the darkened eye of the more experienced woman, wondering how far she was wanting this to go. She could not deny her body wanted more. The kisses hadn't just left her breathless, they had left her wet too.
“Can I touch you?” Willow had felt the response Hermione's body had to their kisses but that didn't not mean it she would push this. A body and a mind were not always on agreement when it came to sex after all. She was not going to hurt this girl, she had definite feelings for Hermione, feelings that were definitely deeper then she had thought possible in such a short time.
Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, trying to decide what she wanted, focussing on the feelings going through her body. “You can.” She said in a nervous but determined voice.
“I won't do anything you don't want.” Willow promised as she pushed her finger between the damp panties and Hermione's warm, wet centre. She gentle stroked the soft flesh, not pushing further yet. Just stroking and watching the expressions on the other magical girl's face. Nervousness on that pretty face was pushed away quickly and replaced by wonder and then need.
“More.” Was the simple request as Hermione closed her eyes, pushing into Willow's hand.
“Anything for you.” It even sounded sappy to Willow the moment that sentence left her mouth, but it was how she felt. Anything for Hermione. She gently slipped her index finger between Hermione's moist folds and pushed against the little nub.
“Merlin...” Hermione moaned; she had touched herself there many times but it had never felt this good. She moved a little, creating a little more friction and pressure.
Hermione's moan traveled through Willow's body, but her pleasure would have to wait. This was for the brunette, to pleasure Hermione. Willow removed her hand which made the other girl whimper and open her eyes. “Turn around and sit between my legs.” She gently instructed.
As quickly as humanly possible Hermione did as she had been told, settling as close to Willow as she could. Willow's hands were back. She had a better access this way. She slipped her hand up under Hermione's skirt again, pushing the panties down a little. She let her hand rest on the brunette's bare flat stomach for a moment before going further down. Taking some time to play with the curls she found. “Please...” Hermione gasped.
Willow chuckled a little as she kissed the neck of the pretty magical girl in her arms. With her free hand she cupped one of the soft breasts and massaged the warm sweater-covered globe as she pushed her finger inside Hermione's body, all wet for her.
Sensations like these were new for Hermione, she had never felt anything like this before. She closed her eyes and leaned against the warm and soft body behind her, little moans escaping her. Her mind focussed on Willow, wondering a little why a beautiful witch from another world would even be interested in a muggle-born like her.
“You feel so good.” Willow's voice was almost reverent. These were words of endearment, not dirty talk that could be fun at times too. This was not such a time, maybe they would have time before this was over to explore those kinds of fun too, but for now sweet endearment was what was needed. “You are so pretty.”
Hermione could hardly believe her ears, but between the words and the soft stroking finger inside her she was not able to make her mouth obey any orders. Just an occasional moan and a soft 'Willow' was all she could manage.
Willow pushed in a second finger while she started to rub the hard little nob between Hermione's legs with her thumb, soft at first but putting more pressure on it. She nipped at the young witch's ear playfully as she pushed further and harder. Trying to coax more sweet moans from her new lover.
Hermione rocked against Willow's hand trying to pull her further inside her, the brunette could not stop herself even if she had wanted too. She needed this, she had never know how much but now she did. She needed these touches, not just from anyone though, she needed Willow. “Need you.” She moaned.
“You have me.” Was Willow's simple answer as pushed in a third finger, stroking inside Hermione's hot body. Rubbing her clit, stroking her inner-walls. Touching the young woman in her arms they way she liked to be touched herself. Showing the pretty magical girl how good making love could feel.
“Willow...” Hermione moaned as she felt her body approaching her orgasm. She could not believe how quickly the experienced touches of Willow had gotten her to reach that point. She had touched herself, she had experimented a little with other girls but never had it been this easy to get her to come. “Please...”
Willow peppered small kisses along the neck of the younger witch as she made sure to touch every inch of Hermione's inner-walls. “You are so pretty.” She said again, letting her lips brush over he brunette's neck as she spoke. “I want you to feel good.” With that she pushed into Hermione harder and as deep as she could.
Hermione shivered and with a surprised “Willow” came. The older witch smiled as she made little calming nonsense sounds, as the pretty brunette in her arms rode the waves of her orgasm.
“Magical girls - Two of a kind.” A soft female voice said from behind the young witches.
Hermione and Willow almost jumped at the sound, they looked behind them and saw a pretty, busty blond in see-through pink lingerie blow them a kiss. The air was filled with the smell of roses and pink and red little hearts. “Next time you say thanks to a Goddess, remember me.” A giggle came from the blond as she winked.
“Aphrodite?” Willow thought it was the most logical assumption, this definitely was not Cupid.
“At your service.” The Goddess giggled, as if anyone could get her to do anything she didn't want to do. “Or maybe not.” She put her hands on her hips looking really smug. “I still have it, don't you think?”
“You cheated.” A tall muscular man appeared, big fluffy white wings, a bow and arrow in hand.
“Of course I did.” Aphrodite rolled her eyes and she looked like she was going to say 'duh' any moment now.
“Motherrr...” Cupid whined, “If I knew I could use inter-dimensional portals I would have won.” With that the God disappeared.
“Well, it has been fun.” The Goddess turned back to the girls. “Let me know when you decide what you want to do about love.” She blew them another rose scented kiss, again little hearts filled the sky. “It is up to you, just call me.” With that Aphrodite disappeared in a puff of pink smoke.
For a little bit both witches were quiet. “That explains a lot.” Was all Willow said before kissing Hermione again. They were magical girls, and they were two of a kind. All else could be figured out later.
Author: dutch_kitty
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Femslash, fluff, first time
Word count: 4411
Summary: Willow finds herself in a world that she only knows from books and movies. Or is all just a dream?
A/N: March 27 - Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter, Willow/Hermione: Magical girls - Two of a kind.
A/N2: I know that not all 7 HP books were out at the end of the last season of BtVS, but that is the good thing about crossover, it is AU. I also added Aphrodite and Cupid from the Xena-verse. Just felt right.
A/N3: This is my first time trying to write femslash... be kind...
It was good to be back in England. There were a lot of good memories there for Willow; it had been the place where she had been able to learn how to control her magic, how to control the addictive pull of power. It had been a while since she had been there, right after she almost had destroyed the world. After her sweet Tara had died. She still missed her but not to the same extent; no longer did she want to die and take the world with her, no longer was there the need to take revenge.
A lot had happened since her last visit; the Hellmouth finally was closed- it was still strange to think that of all people Spike had sacrificed himself to close it. It had happened that way, though. Sunnydale (or Sunnyhell for those who actually lived there) was gone, it was one big hole in the ground.
A world without the Sunnydale Hellmouth meant that Willow was free to visit with her friends of the coven. Relax and get more in contact with Mother Earth. Rest, that was what she found in England again. Peace of mind and a lot of time to meditate and get completely grounded.
A long walk was something she hardly had time for in the last months before the end of Sunnydale. Something else she was doing again here in England, and today she felt like a very long walk. The weather looked nice enough, no rain had been predicted. Willow smiled as she packed some lunch and set out toward the moors.
She hadn't been walking long when she walked into a patch of fog. She had just enough time to think, 'That's strange.' Before the fog was gone again, but the field where she had been walking was gone too. “Of course I had to get lost.” She muttered as she turned around, hoping that walking back to where she had come from would help. It didn't.
“That wasn't there before.” She said to the world as a whole when she spotted a very odd looking house that in a way looked slightly familiar. She moved closer wondering how it was possible that the structure was still standing. It looked like it was defying the laws off nature, especially the law of gravity.
Still having a slight feeling that she had seen the house before, Willow moved closer. She was going to be careful, of course, but she also needed directions back to town, back to the coven. As she entered the garden she heard voices. “Hello? Anyone here?”
Before she could say something else a friendly looking red haired woman exited the house. Willow again had a strange DeJa Vu-ish feeling. “Hello, I seemed to have gotten lost in the fog just now.” She smiled at the woman, feeling a little bit silly.
“Fog?” Molly Weasley blinked, there had not been any fog, it had been an exceptionally nice day. “ARTHUR....” She smiled at the unfamiliar girl with the American accent.
“Yes, dear...” Arthur was quickly at his wife's side, before noticing the young woman. “Ah, we have a visitor.”
Red hair? Strange looking house? Arthur? Willow blinked and then blinked again, this could not be, could it? Just when she was about to ask for directions again a boy in his late teens with stunning green eyes accompanied by a pretty red haired girl rounded the corner. As he spotted her, he moved in front of the girl.
“I was just wondering where I was.” Willow started again, getting the feeling she had fallen asleep and somehow was dreaming about Dawn's favourite books. “I seemed to have made a wrong turn in the fog.” She pinched her leg as she spoke, not happy to find out that it actually had hurt.
“You are at the Burrow.” A redhead on a hovering broom answered with a big grin.
“Fred!” The woman did not sound happy.
“Well, it is the truth.” A similar redhead flew in hovering next to Willow. “We should tell pretty girls the truth.”
“George?” Willow asked, she had to make sure if she was where she thought she was.
“AH... she knows me.” A big grin lit up George's face. “Which had to be expected, I am the cutest of the family.”
“This is impossible.” Willow shook her head, trying to make contact with someone of the coven but failing. “The fog....” She closed her eyes, trying to figure out a way to wake up. “It was no fog, I just fell asleep. Yes, that is what happened.”
Molly had been watching their guest and started to worry. “You do look a little bit pale, maybe you should sit down.” She went into full mommy-mode. “Ginny, get our guest some water.” She then turned to Willow, “Come on dear, you should sit down for a bit, you look like you have seen a ghost.”
“Not a ghost...” The Wiccan followed obediently though. “Fictional characters.” The last part she whispered. As she walked into the house that was straight out of the Harry Potter movies and books. She had read and watched them, Dawn had got her into them.
“Fictional?” Molly laughed, “Don't be silly. We are not fictional.” She led Willow into the living room where another redhead was sitting on the couch reading a Quidditch magazine. 'Ron' Willow guessed. “Sit down, rest and tell me what happened.”
“I...” Willow wasn't the shy little Jewish girl she used to be, but this was just too strange and she wished that Buffy and Xander were here with her, just to make sense of it all. “My name is Willow and I am lost.” She knew she was lost in more then one way as she watched the familiar faces of people she only knew from a series of books.
That is when it hit her, the fog had not been a fog but some sort of inter-dimensional portal. Like the one that sent Angel into a hell-dimension. This wan't a hell-dimension though, this was a world where fiction from her own world was reality. She smiled wondering how much was the same as it was in the books and how much was different.
At that moment an almost platinum blond teen entered, looking around the crowded room for a place to sit and when he didn't find it he just moved toward the one Willow had assumed to be Ron. The blond prodded the redhead, who shifted a little and without another word the blond sat down in the redhead's lap as if it was a normal thing to do. “That is different.” She muttered.
“Different?” Fred (or was it George?) sighed, “Annoying is more the correct term.”
“And sickeningly sweet.” The second twin added with a similar sigh.
Willow laughed, at least that part of the books had been correct, except for the part that only one of the twins had survived the books. “I think the books about...” She stopped, clasping her hand over her mouth. “I think I shouldn't talk about that, something about changing timelines.” She was not sure if that was relevant, she wasn't stuck in the past or the future after all. Or at least she didn't think she was.
Of course everybody in the room was looking at her. Willow knew she had done it now. “I think I am not just lost.” She started nervously, “I think I don't even belong in your world. In my world you all are characters from a series of books.”
“Let me guess,” The blond drawled almost lazily as he made himself more comfortable in Ron's lap. “Books about the world-saving saint Potter.” There was hardly any venom in that sentence, but it made Willow happy to see that some things in the book were correct.
“Ehm....” She, of course, could not deny the truth. “They are, yes.” She looked at who she was sure had to be said 'saint Potter', in time to see him blush.
“Why is everybody sitting inside?” A girl entered who could only be Hermione, Willow smiled, the girl was prettier then described in the books. The girl blushed, “Oh, a guest.” She looked around noticing there was no more place to sit.
“You can use my lap, Hermione.” One half of the twin teased.
“Or mine.” The other one added.
Hermione just glared at both of them and sat down on the floor against Harry and Ginny's legs. “So you can use me to test your products on again?” She shot suspicious glances to the twins, who were sporting the most innocent smiles they could manage.
“Those books...” Arthur thought out loud. “They are popular?” Willow could see the worry on the man's face.
“They are, but people don't think they are real and from some of the things I am seeing here they are not completely correct.” She went through her mind trying to find some more little details she could remember to check to see how right or wrong J.K. Rowlings had been.
“Mother, we're home...” Two more redheads entered; from the descriptions in the books Willow was willing to bet these should be Bill and Charlie. “Oh... I think we are a bit late for the party.” The longhaired brother stated- Bill if the books were correct on that.
“I didn't even know there was supposed to be a party.” The second one just had to be Charlie, simple deduction of the Scooby-kind. “I think we were not invited, Bill, the family does not love us anymore.” A pout appeared and Willow just had to giggle. She was gay, but she could appreciate a pout on a handsome man's face, just like the next girl.
“Behave, you too.” Molly rolled her eyes but smiled affectionately at her eldest sons. “Get some chairs from the kitchen and join us.”
Willow wasn't sure how much time had passed since the two had returned with their chairs but a lot of little facts from the books were compared. She had now figured out that the story itself was more or less correct but the relationships and the deaths were not. She was happy to hear that through some mysterious occurrence Sirius Black had not been trapped behind the veil at all and she had to bite her bottom lip to stop squee-ing when she heard that Sirius and Remus were a couple. She had always known!
She was however sad to hear that Dumbledore and Snape really did die, but she knew that in war things like that just happened. It didn't make death any easier of course; her thoughts went to her beloved Tara for a moment.
The talk turned to her world, the Hellmouth, the Slayer, vampires and demons. She didn't mind talking about it, answering questions, but she didn't go into too many details about her own time at the dark side. She didn't lie, she just didn't go into the 'I almost destroyed the world'-part of it. Talking about Tara came easy though, how her power used to keep Willow's in check, how it used to keep Willow grounded.
Buffy and Xander were discussed, so where Angel and Spike. The vampires seemed to be very fascinating to her new friends. The idea of vampires with souls was something she was used to, just a part of the weirdness called the Hellmouth. She explained about Angel's curse and Spike's quest to get his soul. For a moment she became quiet. She really missed the blond vampire and she hoped that there was a peaceful place somewhere for vampires who lost their unlives to save the world.
More and more people started to talk among themselves, giving Willow a chance to try to find her centre again. The pull of the strong magics around her was strong, she knew that she could resist it but after talking about Tara she realized how much she missed the blond witch at times like these. Usually a small touch or a little smile had been enough to help Willow focus.
“Willow.” A tentative voice was closer by then expected, Willow turned toward the voice and opened her eyes. She was greeted with the worried face of Hermione. “Are you feeling sick?”
“I am fine.” She gave the other witch a small smile. “Just need to ground myself.” She had explained a little about her 'addiction' earlier, no details just stating that power still pulled on her.
“Like an alcoholic in a bar?” Was Hermione's simple statement, reaching out and putting a gentle hand on Willow's while not looking away.
“Just like that.” The touch worked just like Tara's touches had. It was strangely comforting but it also made Willow wonder why it had never really worked this way with Kennedy. She closed her eyes again and focussed on the warm hand on her own. “Thank you.”
Time seemed to fly after that, in a sort of big research-party Scooby-style. A lot of books were looked at to find references about people from other worlds or dimensions. Willow had gone to the muggle-town close by to see if her computer could get a connection to the internet. She did some research there too but none of the sites she knew existed here. The mails she tried to send to Buffy and Dawn came back undeliverable. She sighed realizing again that she really wasn't in her own world.
Hermione's touches became more frequent, not that Willow minded. She found that during the little time spent with the younger woman she had started to fall for her. Was that a good thing? Love could not be bad of course, but she knew she was setting herself up to be hurt again. It was inevitable that one day they would find a way to send Willow back to her own world and that would mean saying good-bye. A good-bye as permanent as saying good-bye to her beloved Tara.
One sunny morning Willow had gone outside to meditate a little and think through all the things that had happened since her return to England. Her thoughts lingered extremely long on Hermione, the feel of her hand on hers, the way she looked when she was concentrating on some ancient text. All of it made Willow feel tingly and fussy inside.
She had been concentrating on her fussy feelings so intently that she hadn't been meditating but also she had not heard the object of her affections and thoughts enter the garden and walk up to her.
Hermione had been watching the witch from another world for a while, wondering where her feelings for Willow had come from. She had been in love before, with Ron for a while but also with girls, that was not what was making her wonder. What made her wonder was how deep her feelings for the woman sitting in the grass had grown over the last few days.
She moved closer and decided that it might be time to be a bit bolder then she usually was when it came to things of the heart. She sat down next to Willow and instead of putting her hand on top of the older woman's hand, she ran her hand from Willow's shoulder down her arm slowly.
Willow opened her eyes and looked at Hermione, she didn't say anything just leaning into the touch a little as she smiled.
Encouraged by Willow's actions Hermione moved closer, nervously licking her lips. That little movement caught Willow's eye and without thinking she mirrored it, licking her own lips in reply.
“Willow?” Hermione didn't really know what to say, what to ask, but she knew what she wanted. She moved closer to the other magical girl and leaned in to very lightly kiss her. Hoping that she would not be pushed away, shyly and carefully.
Willow had not expected this; she had thought about it, fantasized about it, but she had never expected to be kissed by Hermione. And when thinking about kissing the other girl, Willow had been the one initiating the kiss. This was even better though. Shy and sweet, insecure and questioning. She of course returned the kiss but she did not take over, she let Hermione set the pace, to let her decide what would and would not happen next.
At first not much more happened, just the sweet lingering kiss, soft and gentle. After a little time Hermione started to clumsily deepen the kiss. Willow eagerly responded by opening her mouth, giving the other girl a chance to explore more, which she eagerly did. Willow used her tongue to guide Hermione's, to show her the pleasures of a great kiss.
With a gasp Hermione reluctantly broke her first real kiss. Sure, she had kissed before but nothing had been like this. To her this was her first kiss, a kiss she would never forget until the day she died. She smiled at Willow, trying to move a bit closer.
In response Willow smiled too and patted her legs. “Come here.” She knew that it might be moving too fast but she also realized that any moment her way home could be found. She wanted more, maybe it was a bit selfish but she really did want more then just one kiss.
For a moment Hermione just stared at Willow's lap, then she moved to straddle the redhead's legs and kissed her again. The kiss was more confident, deeper and more intense. Hermione's hands on the back of Willow's head.
A moan escaped Willow as she let her hands roam freely over the brunette's back, sides and butt. All curves and warmth. All thoughts of going home and questions about how she got here gone. Nothing mattered at this moment in time, just Hermione and the special kind of magic, called love, that surrounded the two magical girls.
Very slowly Willow let her right hand travel down Hermione's leg until she found the hem of the younger witch's skirt. She broke the kiss, “Hermione?” She slipped her hand under Hermione's skirt as she said her name, asking for permission.
With a little blush and a shy nod, Hermione went back to kissing the redhead. Willow's had traveled up, caressing the soft skin she found. This could be a new addiction, the kisses, the soft skin, the dominating kisses hidden under the inexperienced shyness of Hermione.
When Willow reached the soft panties Hermione was wearing she stopped again. She ran her finger over he elastic like it was a border she needed a passport in order to cross.
Hermione gasped as Willow's fingers ghosted between her legs on their track along the elastic. She looked into the darkened eye of the more experienced woman, wondering how far she was wanting this to go. She could not deny her body wanted more. The kisses hadn't just left her breathless, they had left her wet too.
“Can I touch you?” Willow had felt the response Hermione's body had to their kisses but that didn't not mean it she would push this. A body and a mind were not always on agreement when it came to sex after all. She was not going to hurt this girl, she had definite feelings for Hermione, feelings that were definitely deeper then she had thought possible in such a short time.
Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, trying to decide what she wanted, focussing on the feelings going through her body. “You can.” She said in a nervous but determined voice.
“I won't do anything you don't want.” Willow promised as she pushed her finger between the damp panties and Hermione's warm, wet centre. She gentle stroked the soft flesh, not pushing further yet. Just stroking and watching the expressions on the other magical girl's face. Nervousness on that pretty face was pushed away quickly and replaced by wonder and then need.
“More.” Was the simple request as Hermione closed her eyes, pushing into Willow's hand.
“Anything for you.” It even sounded sappy to Willow the moment that sentence left her mouth, but it was how she felt. Anything for Hermione. She gently slipped her index finger between Hermione's moist folds and pushed against the little nub.
“Merlin...” Hermione moaned; she had touched herself there many times but it had never felt this good. She moved a little, creating a little more friction and pressure.
Hermione's moan traveled through Willow's body, but her pleasure would have to wait. This was for the brunette, to pleasure Hermione. Willow removed her hand which made the other girl whimper and open her eyes. “Turn around and sit between my legs.” She gently instructed.
As quickly as humanly possible Hermione did as she had been told, settling as close to Willow as she could. Willow's hands were back. She had a better access this way. She slipped her hand up under Hermione's skirt again, pushing the panties down a little. She let her hand rest on the brunette's bare flat stomach for a moment before going further down. Taking some time to play with the curls she found. “Please...” Hermione gasped.
Willow chuckled a little as she kissed the neck of the pretty magical girl in her arms. With her free hand she cupped one of the soft breasts and massaged the warm sweater-covered globe as she pushed her finger inside Hermione's body, all wet for her.
Sensations like these were new for Hermione, she had never felt anything like this before. She closed her eyes and leaned against the warm and soft body behind her, little moans escaping her. Her mind focussed on Willow, wondering a little why a beautiful witch from another world would even be interested in a muggle-born like her.
“You feel so good.” Willow's voice was almost reverent. These were words of endearment, not dirty talk that could be fun at times too. This was not such a time, maybe they would have time before this was over to explore those kinds of fun too, but for now sweet endearment was what was needed. “You are so pretty.”
Hermione could hardly believe her ears, but between the words and the soft stroking finger inside her she was not able to make her mouth obey any orders. Just an occasional moan and a soft 'Willow' was all she could manage.
Willow pushed in a second finger while she started to rub the hard little nob between Hermione's legs with her thumb, soft at first but putting more pressure on it. She nipped at the young witch's ear playfully as she pushed further and harder. Trying to coax more sweet moans from her new lover.
Hermione rocked against Willow's hand trying to pull her further inside her, the brunette could not stop herself even if she had wanted too. She needed this, she had never know how much but now she did. She needed these touches, not just from anyone though, she needed Willow. “Need you.” She moaned.
“You have me.” Was Willow's simple answer as pushed in a third finger, stroking inside Hermione's hot body. Rubbing her clit, stroking her inner-walls. Touching the young woman in her arms they way she liked to be touched herself. Showing the pretty magical girl how good making love could feel.
“Willow...” Hermione moaned as she felt her body approaching her orgasm. She could not believe how quickly the experienced touches of Willow had gotten her to reach that point. She had touched herself, she had experimented a little with other girls but never had it been this easy to get her to come. “Please...”
Willow peppered small kisses along the neck of the younger witch as she made sure to touch every inch of Hermione's inner-walls. “You are so pretty.” She said again, letting her lips brush over he brunette's neck as she spoke. “I want you to feel good.” With that she pushed into Hermione harder and as deep as she could.
Hermione shivered and with a surprised “Willow” came. The older witch smiled as she made little calming nonsense sounds, as the pretty brunette in her arms rode the waves of her orgasm.
“Magical girls - Two of a kind.” A soft female voice said from behind the young witches.
Hermione and Willow almost jumped at the sound, they looked behind them and saw a pretty, busty blond in see-through pink lingerie blow them a kiss. The air was filled with the smell of roses and pink and red little hearts. “Next time you say thanks to a Goddess, remember me.” A giggle came from the blond as she winked.
“Aphrodite?” Willow thought it was the most logical assumption, this definitely was not Cupid.
“At your service.” The Goddess giggled, as if anyone could get her to do anything she didn't want to do. “Or maybe not.” She put her hands on her hips looking really smug. “I still have it, don't you think?”
“You cheated.” A tall muscular man appeared, big fluffy white wings, a bow and arrow in hand.
“Of course I did.” Aphrodite rolled her eyes and she looked like she was going to say 'duh' any moment now.
“Motherrr...” Cupid whined, “If I knew I could use inter-dimensional portals I would have won.” With that the God disappeared.
“Well, it has been fun.” The Goddess turned back to the girls. “Let me know when you decide what you want to do about love.” She blew them another rose scented kiss, again little hearts filled the sky. “It is up to you, just call me.” With that Aphrodite disappeared in a puff of pink smoke.
For a little bit both witches were quiet. “That explains a lot.” Was all Willow said before kissing Hermione again. They were magical girls, and they were two of a kind. All else could be figured out later.