Title: Sirius Complications
Author: Jinni (email@example.com)
Genre: BtVS/HP Crossover.
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling.
Distribution: WLS, WLF, NHA, BMP, Aislin, Serena.
Author’s Note: Sequel to “He Followed Me Home”.
Willow rolled onto her side, staring across the room at the newest addition to her already complicated life.
A dog named Sirius.
Okay. Not a dog. A man – a *wizard*. An escaped convict of a manly wizard, at that.
He was currently in dog form, lying on a pile of blankets and pillows that she had procured for him from the hall closet on his first night in the house. It was too dangerous for him to sleep in human form for two reasons.
Buffy and Dawn.
Neither of them knew about Sirius and what he really was yet, and she was in no great hurry to clue them in. Buffy would get mad at her, she was sure of that. One for not telling her and two for allowing him to stay. She would want Sirius gone the second she found out about him.
And Willow just wasn’t ready for that.
A tapping at the window distracted the red head from her thoughts, and she blinked in sleepy surprise at the sight that was waiting for her past the curtains. An owl, out in the morning, and tapping with wild abandon at her window with its beak. There appeared to be something tied to its leg, too. Poor thing probably needed some help, she decided.
“It’s owl mail.”
“Of course.” She smirked at the newly transformed Sirius, averting her eyes quickly from the sight of his bare chest. He was nearly old enough to be her father, but he was still quite the looker. Wizards aged slower than normal men, apparently. She didn’t have to hide her eyes as he stood up, being the one closer to the window, and let the bird fly in.
“Hedwig.” He named the creature for her, holding up the snowy white owl. The bird clicked at him imperiously, holding out her leg for him to rid her of her burden. “This will be from my Godson, then. Do you have some crackers and water she could have?”
Willow nodded and darted from her room, leaving him to read his mail in privacy. No one else in the house was awake yet, the glory of a Saturday morning. Luckily there were some plain crackers in the refrigerator. She grabbed those and a small bowl of water and walked slowly back to her room, hoping she had given him enough privacy for the moment.
She had, it seemed. The letter was on her bed when she walked in, and Sirius was pacing back and forth, a scowl on his darkly handsome face.
“Sirius? What’s wrong?” She placed the bowl of water down for the owl and broke a few crackers into bite-sized pieces.
“Nothing, really.” He sighed, flashing her a smile. “Harry’s just gotten into trouble. Again.”
Willow grinned and collapsed back onto her bed, yawning mightily. The clock read only a little after seven and she had been up until early morning watching TV with Buffy.
“What’s he done this time? Another run in with a basilisk?” Her tone was teasing, as it should be. Harry Potter, Sirius’ Godson, got into more trouble than any child his age that she had ever heard of. Definitely more than herself, Xander and Jesse had managed to do when younger.
“Nothing that awful.” He chuckled, sitting down next to her. He was close enough that Willow could smell the shampoo he had used the last time Buffy had left the house long enough for him to shower. “He got caught playing a prank on Draco Malfoy and is now serving two weeks’ worth of detention with Snape.”
Apparently this person, Professor she found out, was a very heated topic for Sirius. He started off on an animated tangent about the ‘greasy git’ that left Willow laughing and gasping for breath at points. There were two sides to every story, of course; and somehow she knew that Sirius’ side must be the funnier one. She somehow doubted this Snape guy had any sense of humor about the matter.
“I wish I could’ve gone to a school like Hogwarts.” She sighed. “It sounds like a lot of fun. All those books and classes. . .”
“You sound like Harry’s friend Hermione. I swear that girl is married to her books.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a love of learning.”
“There is when it leaves you cold to everything else,” he murmured. She glanced over at him and saw that he was giving her a look she hadn’t experienced in quite some time. It was a look of desire, of lust. She blushed and looked away, the heat in her face increasing when his voice whispered across her ears again. “Are you cold to everything else, Willow?”
“I –“ She stopped herself, shutting her eyes. This was wrong, of course. He was older than her and an escaped convict. What good could come of a relationship with him, especially when it could end at any time? She had only known him for a few weeks; yet there was no denying that they had gotten close.
“Look – Willow. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. . .” Sirius sighed, moving away from her. “I’m going to go downstairs.”
She turned in time to see him change back to dog form, pawing at the door until it opened wide enough for him to escape.
“I really screwed that up, didn’t I?”
But no answer came to her in the emptiness of her room.
Sirius looked up at the sound of noise on the stairs, hoping against hope to see that Willow had followed him. Sure, it had been an hour since he had left her room, but coming after him even now would help ease his wounded pride at least a little.
Oh no. It was the Blonde.
Yes, with a capital B.
“Such a good doggie,” the Blonde, also known as Buffy, cooed, patting him on his head. She pursed her lips in a gesture he had come to recognize as thought. “Why aren’t you up with Wills, though? Did the silly puppy get tired of watching her read and study?”
No, he wanted to say, that wasn’t it at all. He had made an advance on her and she had turned him away without ever speaking a word.
“Wanna go for a walk around the block?”
His ears perked up at that. Maybe a good walk would clear his mind and ease the pain he felt in his heart.
Two hours later, after what could only be described as walking around all of Sunnydale, Sirius padded softly back up to Willow’s room. The air was thick with the smell of salty tears and she was laying on her bed, where he had left her that morning. He pushed on the door with his nose until it clicked shut, transforming then to stand next to the bed, looking down at her.
“Nothing,” came the reply, muffled. Then, “You went out?”
“The Blonde decided that I looked like I needed a walk. That girl is bloody insane. I finally had to push her into a puddle to get her to take me home.”
He heard her laugh, softly, through the pillow and blanket that covered her head.
“Good for you. She hates to get dirty.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He smirked, sitting down on the edge of the bed, as far from her as could be managed. “Look, Willow, about earlier – I’m sorry – I never meant to make you uncomfortable –“
“Shh!” She waved her hand in a silencing gesture.
He frowned, pulling the pillow off of her head.
“Please – let me finish and then we don’t have to talk about this anymore. . .”
“We don’t?” She raised an eyebrow at him, bloodshot eyes boring into his own. “But what if I want to? Hmm? What if I wasn’t saying earlier that I didn’t want you making those moves on me – just that I was unused to it. What if –“
He held up a hand.
“You want me to make moves on you. . . as in. . . you know, actual moves. . .”
“Isn’t that what I just said?”
“Well, yes. . . “
“Then – that’s what I meant. I very rarely say things I don’t mean. More like I usually say things I had no intention of saying. Like the fact that I think you’re very handsome and still look way too young to be in your thirties.” She blushed. “See – things I didn’t mean to say just pour from my mouth. It’s a curse, I tell you.”
He laughed and reached over, running a finger down her cheek. She was smoothness compared to the callous tips of his fingers.
She just blushed brighter.
“If it helps,” he offered with another smirking quirk of his lips. “I think you are rather pretty.”
“See – again with the blushing. You’re a bad man, Sirius Black, making a girl blush like this.”
He laughed and leaned in kissing her gently on the lips.
It was a short kiss, but what it lacked in length it made up for in quality.
The only thing that stopped them from making with more kissing and talking, was the opening of the bedroom door.
“Wills! And a guy! In bed. Kissing! OoOoO!”
“Dawnie! Shut the door!” she growled without turning.
“Fine. That’s fine. I’m just going to go be happy for you. . . elsewhere. . . you keep with the smoochies.”
And then the door clicked shut, though Willow could hear the teen run screaming through the hallway, then down the stairs, intent on finding her sister to spread the news.
Sirius watched as Willow’s face raced between pale white and pink, over and over again, as if she couldn’t decide to be scared or embarrassed.
He laughed, giving her a rueful smile when she turned to him.
“Well, this is going to complicate things.”