belongs to Eric Kripke, Harry Potter
belongs to J.K. Rowling, & Buffy the Vampire Slayer
belongs to Joss Whedon. I’m just merely borrowing characters from their work to breathe life to this plot bunny idea of mine.Summary:
Ginny Weasley is learning a different kind of magic from the Slayer’s best friend, but distraction was abound in the form of a ruggedly handsome player of a demon hunter who stopped by Cleveland to lend the Slayers and Potentials a hand.Timeline:
Post-Season 7 BtVS & outside the regular HP & SPN timelinesAuthor’s Note:
This is the third in my Shania Twain songs Inspired Ficlets
series. You don’t have to read the stories in order to understand what’s going on; each ficlet is a stand-alone story for the couples I paired-up. I hope you enjoy this one.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
You’re one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
C’mon baby tell me -- you must be jokin’, right?
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else
OK, so you’ve got a car
That don’t impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night…
-- “That Don’t Impress Me Much” by Shania Twain
GINEVRA ‘GINNY’ WEASLEY WAS QUIETLY MINDING her own business seated at the bay window facing the front porch of the quaint looking American house that was dubbed Slayer Central because this was where two of the oldest surviving slayers lives and the basement was turned to a slayer-in-training dojo where activated Potentials were trained to meet their full potential as a Slayer.
Ginny was enjoying her time here in America, although she missed the muggy comfort of home, still, she was happy to be away from seeing her friends -- and
brother -- get all mushy and sappy with their loved-ones. When she heard that Dawn was visiting Giles for the summer Ginny quickly asked her Mum if she could stay with Willow and get her to teach her some of Willow’s wand-less magic.
Molly Weasley didn’t like the thought of sending her only daughter halfway across the globe, but the pleading look she gave her mother was enough to convince the elderly Weasley that her daughter would be fine. Of course Molly has had a long conversation with Willow, wrestling out a promise from Willow that nothing was to happen to Ginny and that she was of utmost responsibility given this would be her daughter’s first time visiting America on her own without a chaperone
. Ginny felt embarrassed by how much her mother smothered her, but Willow was cool and understood why Molly Weasley would react the way she did.
Ginny kept in touch with her mother via post. Almost everyday she wrote her a letter detailing stuff she did and stuff she learned and will be learning before her summer with Willow was over. She also -- by accident and something she told herself she’d never do again -- wrote about the one time she was involved in getting rid of a demon that was hassling some people in town. Willow was a powerful witch, but she needed to relay on the strength of another witch in order to vanquish the demon.
Ginny was thrilled to finally tap in to that power she didn’t know she had laying dormant in her. Normally Giles would be Willow’s other power source, but since her former mentor was currently thousands of miles away, the closest magical power she had aside from the Slayers was Ginny.
Soon after Ginny sent that owl post to her mother did she receive a Howler. Her eyes widened when she saw the red letter dropped off to her during breakfast and quickly acted by casting a spell around the house so the neighbours won’t hear the loud, angry letter from her mother.
Molly chastised Ginny for putting her life in danger, telling her it was foolish and that she wasn’t trained to fight off evil even though she was involved in the revolt against the former Dark Lord. And just when they thought her mother was done her ranting the Howler turned and found the red haired witch who was supposed to be Ginny’s guardian and ripped her a new one. Ginny was very apologetic to Willow and Buffy and the rest of the Scoobies and the Potentials who all heard Molly Weasley’s rant.
“I’ll just omit certain parts of my day when I next write her a letter,” was Ginny’s flippant reply in the hopes of clearing up the air.
To her surprise Faith, the second oldest surviving Slayer after Buffy, looped her arm around her shoulders and gave her a hard squeeze against her side.
“Don’t worry, G, it’s all cool. We all know how some parents get when told how close their daughter was to meeting their maker,” she grinned before stepping away.
Ginny was relieved to know that none of the Scoobies or even Willow or Buffy for that matter were mad at her for what happened. Willow even offered to get Giles to talk to Mrs. Weasley and have him explain to her exactly all the extra precautions they take before facing off with the enemy. That seemed to have worked, but Ginny knew better and in her succeeding letters to her mother she just filled her with all the boring stuff.
“You writing to your mother again?” a shadow fell from behind Ginny and a whiff of a men’s aftershave brand assaulted her nostrils.
Ginny covered the parchment paper she was scribbling on with her hands and glared over her shoulder at the man who dared to interrupt her during her alone time.
“What do you want, Dean?” she demanded not sounding happy at all that he was hear even though her heart and innards were currently doing some sort of somersault by his mere presence. She tried to quell her body’s reaction to the rough and rugged Kansas-born demon hunter, but somehow her body doesn’t want to listen to her; it still kept on reacting the way it did.
She remembered almost having a heart attack the other night when she joined Willow and the gang -- along with Dean and his younger brother Sam -- dispose of a clan of flesh-eating demons. Ginny swore when one of the demons took a swipe at where the brothers stood and nearly cleaved Dean’s head off his shoulders her heart stopped beating and she found herself hard of breathing. It wasn’t until she saw him get up and ran away from the demon that she started to function normally again.
“I’m just wondering if you’re telling dear ol’ Mom about our escapade the other night, that’s all,” he said with a careless shrug and pushed away from behind her. She thought he was leaving, but Dean had another thought in mind. He nudged where her feet were resting on the bay window seat and claimed the spot, surprising Ginny yet again when he reached for her feet and placed it on his lap.
“What are you doing?” she demanded again and tried to remove her feet off his lap, but Dean’s got a firm hold of her feet and they were trapped where he placed them. Ginny tried to glare at him so he’d release her feet, but the infuriating man just grinned that rakish grin of his at her and made himself comfortable across from her.
“So Ms. Weasley, care to join us for another demon-killing adventure?” he asked conversationally, folding one arm behind his head and used it as a pillow when he leaned back on the wall.
“I don’t think there’s a demon on the lose here in Cleveland at the moment,” was her quip reply.
Dean cocked an eyebrow at her. “Who says we’re gonna be slaying demons in Cleveland again?”
“We’re not?” she looked bewildered.
Dean chuckled at her reaction and shook his head. “Nope, the demon’s not in Cleveland, but it’s still somewhere within the North American hemisphere,” he replied.
Ginny looked at him sternly. “I don’t like being made fun of, Dean Winchester,” she told him brusquely.
“Whoa, whoa, who says I’m making fun of you? Why is your panty in a knot, Gin?”
“The state of my underwear is none of your concern. And you are simply making fun of me, inviting me to join you in your demon-killing-spree when in fact there is no demon terrorizing muggles and non-muggle people alike.”
“Muggles?” Dean echoed.
Obviously he was unfamiliar with the term. Willow and the others here at Slayer Central all knew what ‘muggle’ means, but to Dean Winchester it was just a funny-sounding term that meant nothing most probably.
“Non-magical people,” Sam answered from the doorway leading to the hallway that would take them to the kitchen. “Are you harassing Ginny again, Dean?”
Ginny and Dean spoke at the same time, giving same two different answers. The younger Winchester just shook his head and chuckled before leaving the two of them alone.
“Where is he going?” Ginny asked when Sam just left them alone.
“Probably looking for Buffy so they could snog in private somewhere,” was Dean’s nonchalant reply.
“Jeez, do you only have a one-track-mind, Dean Winchester?”
Dean gave her a puzzled look. “What? We all know that Buffy and Sam spend so much damn time with each other when they’re together and majority of those times they have their tongues down each other’s throats!” he said matter-of-factly.
“Oh sweet mother of Merlin,” Ginny rolled her eyes skyward and pulled her feet from Dean’s grip. She magicked her ink, quill and parchment paper away before getting up.
Dean was surprised at the sudden turn of events and only managed to grab Ginny’s hand before she walked away.
“Hey, where are you going?” he got up from the bay window and walked around to stand in front of her.
“Move out of the way please, Dean. I’m going upstairs where I can have peace and quiet,” she answered.
“Why? I thought we were just having a good time hanging out here?”
Ginny quirked an eyebrow. “I know I
was having a good time before you showed up and ruined my mood!”
“Aw sweetheart, don’t be like that,” he chided.
“Don’t be like what? And don’t call me sweetheart because I am not your sweetheart,” she scolded him.
“Jeez, what is with you, woman? Your panties wound up real tight I bet, huh?”
“I told you to leave my underwear out of our conversation,” she hissed.
“Oh I’d love to, but it’s the only thing I can think of blaming
for your sourpuss attitude right now,” he hissed back and actually took a step closer to her.
They were standing toe to toe now and Ginny had to tilt her head back a bit to maintain eye contact with this brusque and chiselled faced hunter that has been making her nerves tie up in knots.
“I am not a sourpuss!” she denied.
“Oh yeah?” he challenged.
“Yeah!” she yelled.
Ginny thought Dean was going to yell back at her, but what he did next froze her where she stood. She thought she’d fallen asleep or something when she felt Dean Winchester’s lips pressing hard against hers, his tongue darting out and licking her lips, cajoling them to part -- which they did, by the way -- before his tongue found its way inside her mouth.
Kissing Dean Winchester was the last thing Ginny Weasley expected to happen to her. She must’ve dreamt about this moment a gazillion times since she first met the man upon her arrival here, but never in this lifetime did she suspect to experience
said kiss. And he wasn’t a bad kisser. He might look a bit rough around the edges, but his lips were nice and soft and his tongue…oh bloody hell! His tongue could drive any red-hot-blooded female species wild!
Dean suppressed the urge to grin against Ginny’s mouth when the petite English redhead swayed towards him, sighing against his lips as they continued to kiss. He wrapped one arm around her slender waist while his other hand remained cupping the feisty young woman’s cheek. He pulled her closer to his body, pressing the entire front of her against him, allowing her to feel the desire pooling up inside him. He knew Sam thought him a fool for wanting the saucy English minx, but Sam was in love with a minx of his own so he was blinded by the challenge Dean faced from the moment he clapped eyes with the not so frail English rose…
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the couple kissing by the window, they were attracting a small crowd who were watching the make out from the doorway leading to the hallway to the kitchen. Leading the group was Buffy and Sam while Willow wiggled her way to Sam’s other side to watch her young witch apprentice make-out with the annoyingly handsome hunter.
“Finally,” Willow sighed as she dreamily watched the couple.
“Finally?” Buffy and Sam frowned and looked at the redhead beside them.
Willow had that dopey grin on her face and without looking away from Ginny and Dean she answered her friends’ question. “I sensed the attraction between those two since Ginny’s arrival. I was about to lose hope that they’d get together until now.”
Faith, who was standing behind Sam and Willow, chuckled. “Boy, I wonder how
Mrs. Weasley will react when she finds out her baby girl’s got herself a boyfriend -- and a ruggedly handsome, with drool-worthy buttocks to boot, demon hunter no less!”