Title: Let the Punishment Fit the Crime
Sequel to: Cruel and Unusual Punishment
Genre: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter Crossover
Timing: This story occurs after Buffy's series finale. Do not read if you haven't seen the finale and want to be surprised.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own these characters. Willow belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Severus Snape and the Hogwarts crew belong to J.K. Rowling.
Distribution: List Archives, The Voice Inside, all others, please ask.
Author's Notes: For Buffy, this occurs weeks after the season seven (series) finale, and contains spoilers for said finale. For Harry Potter, occurs in the future, sometime after Voldemort has been defeated.
Thanks to Carol for her advice and betaing.
She was a hussy. That was the only explanation as to why she had come on to Professor Snape so seductively. Sent here by the Ministry of Magic to do penance for his crimes as a Death Eater, he was most decidedly not a happy camper. In fact, she'd never seen anyone grumpier - except for Spike, when they'd run out of hot cocoa with the little marshmallows. Still, for Professor Snape, grumpiness wasn't an emotional state, it was his personality.
Which was what made this attraction so ridiculous. He was completely wrong for her - the exact opposite of what she'd want in a relationship. Not that His Snootiness would lower himself to have a relationship with a Muggle-born wandless witch.
Still, his sneer was kinda sexy. The way his lip curved up just so... and the piercing glare in his eyes when he was cutting some poor, unsuspecting Slayer down to size. Not to mention the fine-looking posterior he hid under those wizardy robes.
He was avoiding her while acting like nothing happened. Obviously this wasn't bothering him as much as it was bothering her... she had difficulty thinking of anything else these days.
Even though she and Kennedy had decided to see other people - and the Slayer was already at it on her end - that didn't mean she had any right to come on to poor Severus like that. She'd interrupted his solitude, touched him unbidden, then kissed him and walked away before he'd had a chance to say a word.
He was probably too startled to say anything. It couldn't have been that he'd liked it...right? He probably had an equally glower-y witchy girlfriend back home. Or boyfriend. Not that she'd seen any evidence that he, unlike herself, could go either way.
He was all wrong for her. So why was she sitting there, looking out at the English countryside, unable to think about anything other than that amazing kiss? She'd been kissed before - longer, harder, wilder, stronger. The little kiss she and Severus had shared had been short and sweet, certainly nothing to write home about.
Or was it? Because every other kiss she'd had before paled in comparison to those seconds when his lips were on hers.
Goddess, she was doomed.
She just had to ignore it. Ignore the fact that he was ignoring her. Ignore the way her heart sped up each time she saw him. She had to be mature, professional.
Or make snarky comments to Buffy about him behind his back.
He stalked down the halls of the house, avoiding everyone. He told himself he was simply eluding the giggling horde of Slayers who inhabited the house, but Severus knew that wasn't true. He was sneaking through the house to avoid her.
Willow. Ms. Rosenberg. The woman with the gentle touch and soft lips who had consumed his mind as of late.
Not that he should be contemplating her presence, as a relationship with the young woman would be quite inappropriate. She was nearly young enough to be his daughter.
Not to mention that she was an hopeless do-gooder who had actively embraced her return to the light, and though he was no longer on the side of evil, his days of fighting the darkness were over. All he wanted was the freedom to live his life in peace and quiet. He groaned as he heard playful shouting from outside the house. Quiet was one thing he certainly wouldn't find here.
He simply had to mark his time here, complete his punishment, then return to his life. He would not think about Willow. Concentrate on something other than the way her hair shone like fire in the sunlight or the way her green eyes sparkled as she cast a new spell.
He had to forget the way one touch from her delicate hands sent shivers down his spine, the way her soft lips parted as they kissed.
It had been so long since he'd been close to anyone, even longer since he'd felt a woman's touch. He'd spent too many long nights lurking in the shadows, constantly vigilant to keep his secret being discovered. He hadn't trusted, certainly hadn't loved...didn't even know if he still knew how.
He didn't want to be connected, didn't want to care, and therein lay the greatest danger. She made him feel, and he was long past wanting to feel.
He sighed, forcing the unpleasant thoughts out of his head. He had merely a few weeks before his sentence was up... at least for this summer. He would survive this punishment...