Title: Mission: Holiday Seduction
Author: Jinni (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Genre: BtVS/HP Crossover
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon. All things HP belong to JK Rowling.
Distribution: WLF, NHA, BMP, WLS, Aislin, Serena.
Author's Note: Holiday Quickie #7. Pairing #91 at The Quickie Challenge:
Note2: This assumes Willow's birthday is sometime near the holidays, of course.
Willow Rosenberg looked up as a figure walked by her office door, sighing morosely when she saw who it was. Out of all the employees at the Ministry there were only two that could make her want to both smile and laugh at the same time. One of them worked in the office next to hers, Harry Potter. And the other worked a little further down the hall, Draco Malfoy.
They had been best friends throughout their last two years of Hogwarts. The three of them, along with Hermione and Ron, had been next to unstoppable when it came to sneaking out, causing mischief, and generally having fun. Three months before their Leaving Feast they had let her in on the little secret they had been hiding from everyone since the past Winter Holidays.
They were together.
Together, together. As in The Boy-Who-Lived was shagging the Former-Junion-Deatheater on a semi-regular basis.
It had broken her heart.
She wasn't sure at what point she had managed to fall in love with not just one of them, but both; but that had been the moment which made everything real for her. Neither of them would ever be hers. They were each others. They were in love; it was as plain as the goofy little grins they gave each other when neither thought anyone else was watching. It had hurt, and she had spent a good three days in her room, crying, pleading out of classes and friend time due to 'headaches' and other ailments. When she emerged from her room she was resolved to be their friend, even if she couldn't ever have anything else. Friendship was better than nothing.
But that wasn't to say her feelings had faded.
And now, watching Draco disappear into Harry's office, she couldn't help but wonder if she had done the right thing.
Harry looked up, grinning.
"I -know-." Draco nodded. "Caught her looking my way when I walked by. I've never seen anyone look so . . . "
"Heartbroken?" Harry offered, his grin fading to a weary sigh.
"Yeah." The blonde haired man nodded, glancing at the wall that separated Harry's office from Willow's. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do? I mean . . . I'm supposed to be the heartless one and even I can't take much more of this. She's been suffering for too long."
Harry stood up, walking around his desk to kiss Draco lightly on the forehead.
"Don't worry. Everything is going to work itself out soon. Unless you have second thought. . .?"
"About the Plan?" Draco arched an eyebrow. "The only second thought I have is that we should be putting it into action -now- and not waiting for her bloody birthday. Another two weeks of seeing her suffer. I don't know how I'll stand it. I see her so sad and just want to - "
Harry grinned, pulling his lover flush against his body.
"You want to *what*?" The dark haired man teased.
Draco threw him a sexy leer.
"Kiss and make better of course."
Willow frowned and glanced in the mirror by her bedroom door one more time, ignoring the sounds of action coming from the rest of the house. Harry and Draco were home, of course, and they were busy getting themselves ready for tonight.
She sighed, appraising what the mirror showed her one more time. Tight black jeans, a cropped t-shirt that said 'Slytherin's Rule' on it, leftover from her time at Hogwarts, and a waist chain that dangled across her bare stomach. A single green gem winked in her bellybutton. She looked adorable, she knew.
'But they won't notice. Here goes third wheel Willow - out for a night on the town with the *two* loves of her life that she can never, ever have.' She thought idly, slipping her wand into her back pocket.
"You almost done, Will?"
The red head felt a warm tingle at the sound of her nickname spoken in that voice, coming from lips she just *knew* were as soft and warm as they looked. She smiled wearily into the mirror, practicing her best 'fun' look, and then opened her bedroom door.
"There you are!" Harry exclaimed, jumping up from the couch. "We were starting to think you didn't want to go out with us on your birthday or something." He paused, serious. "You don't mind going out with us, do you? Ron and Hermione didn't mention they'd planned anything so we just assumed -"
"It's fine. Guys. Really." Willow smiled as happily as she could manage, knowing fully well that it wouldn't reach her eyes no matter how hard she tried. "I want to go out. Drink. Dance. You know me - party girl!"
Draco turned so that his friend wouldn't see him roll his eyes, or the pained expression on his face at the sadness she couldn't hide no matter how hard she tried. He longed to curse his lover, painfully, for the injury they were causing Willow's sensitive psyche just by trying to surprise her. Harry loved her just as much as he did, after all. Why couldn't they just -
"Let's get on with it, then." Harry cheerily proclaimed, linking his arm through Willow's. The gesture pulled her close to his side, touching his body, and he did his best to act like he didn't notice the blush on her face. Or that look of longing that made the strings of his heart tug in sympathy. This was cruel, he knew. But he wanted it all to be perfect when they finally told her, finally let her in on something they had both been hiding from her for the past couple months, ever since a stray slip of the tongue from Hermione had forced them to deal with Willow's emotions. Her little 'slip', telling them about the love Willow had harbored for each of them for so long, had made them realize something, as well.
They loved her.
Oh, the realization had been gradual enough. It wasn't like they had instantly been hit by cupid's arrows. Nor had they faced the overwhelming desire to get down on their knees and beg her to let them make it all up to her in their own little ways.
But they had realized, as they examined their own feelings, that they loved her in more than just a sisterly way. They wanted to make her smile, hurt when she hurt. They loved to cook for her, bring her presents. To just make her happy, like they made each other happy.
Draco was the first to say he didn't mind the idea of her in their bed.
'And I knew I agreed when his proclamation didn't hurt as much as it should have.' Harry mused.
"Step close. You don't know where we're going, after all." Harry murmured into Willow's ear, pulling her into his arms so that he could look down into her face. They had double apparated before. It wouldn't be a big deal.
It was the triple apparition that took some talent.
Willow gasped when Draco pressed up against her back, fighting down the urge to just moan aloud with the pleasure of it all. A Willow sandwich, just like in her dreams. Although, in her dreams, there were usually much fewer pieces of clothing. And more sweating.
"Please don't get us splinched on my birthday, boys."
Harry grinned, wand in hand.
Willow felt the sickening clench of her stomach as the apparition charm took hold. She held her breath on instinct alone, praying to her Goddess that they'd arrive safely. They had actually splinched themselves once before doing something like this. And it was embarrassing, certainly not something she wanted to repeat on her birthday of all days.
She opened her eyes slowly when she felt her feet hit the pavement again, feeling a sense of loss as first Harry then Draco disengaged themselves from the tight hold they had placed on her. She felt Draco's hand slide across her hip, then back, as he pulled away; and it felt good, even though she knew better than to read into it in any way. He was hopelessly devoted to Harry.
Good word to describe it, she decided.
The club was noisy and packed. But that didn't stop the trio from sliding through the throng of people and straight to the bar right away. Harry watched, not quite amused, as Willow downed first one, then another, then another, shot of some sort of glowing alcohol. It was a wizarding drink, just as this was a wizards club, and she had probably just drank enough to get herself quite thoroughly trashed.
"Wanna dance?" Harry called into her ear above the frantic noise and pounding music. He watched, sad, as she shook her head.
"Go on with Draco."
"But its not -his- birthday."
Willow forced herself to laugh, despite the clenching sense of sadness in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to dance with Harry or Draco for one big reason.
To hold them in her arms, to feel them touch her, and know that the feelings she had were destined to be forever unrequited.
But Harry wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.
"Sorry." She threw at Draco, as Harry grabbed onto her arm and pulled her forcibly to the dance floor. She saw the handsome blonde shrug, winking at her as he tossed back the rest of his own drink. By now the alcohol she had drank with such wild abandon was coursing through her body, making her deliciously hot and tingly. And, as Harry's arms slipped around her waist, pulling her body tight to his own, she wondered how she would survive this.
The music was slower now, an almost seductively hypnotic melody pulsing through the club, making the fire in her veins tingle. She could feel Harry pressed against her and just closed her eyes, letting him grind against her in a way that would have had her lost in moments had he been hers to ravish.
But he was not.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out from the torturous pleasure he was bringing her. Her eyes were watering and she didn't dare open them. In fact, she had resolved to dance out the rest of the song with her eyes screwed tightly shut when she felt something else.
Her eyes snapped open, the pressure at her back resolving itself into the form of another human body, pressed just as tightly to her as Harry was. The dark haired man in front of her looked amused, his eyes sparkling with something that was dangerous to one in her state of mind.
"Mind if I join you?" Draco purred into Willow's ear. His hands slipped around her, resting on Harry's hips, the three of them making a very effective Willow sandwich for the second time this evening. Except this time they weren't just apparating. They were dancing. Slowly. Provocatively. She could feel their bodies up against hers, grinding and pulsating. For just this moment they were hers and she could imagine that she was theirs. That they wanted her and weren't just trying to give her a happy birthday.
But then that moment passed, replaced by the cold touch of reality.
"I can't do this." She muttered, shaking her head.
"I can't do this."
Harry didn't so much as hear the words as see her speak them, his eyes widening with surprise. There was so much pain on her face.
"Can't do what, Will?"
"This." She muttered dejectedly. And then he saw the spark in her eyes, that fierce determination that made her one of the better Junior Aurors at the Ministry. It was the look she got when she had made up her mind to do something.
"What is this?" Draco spoke into her ear. "And why can't you do it?"
"-This-," She spoke slowly, eyes distant. "Is torture. And I can't do *this*," She gestured to the three of them, still dancing slowly in the middle of the crowded club. "Because in the morning it will hurt too much to remember it all."
"I bet that it won't." Harry smiled gently, reaching up to brush a tear from the corner of her eye.
"You couldn't possible know." She whispered, heart broken. "You can't possibly ever understand. Neither of you."
"Oh - I wouldn't count on that." Draco's voice was like silk against her earlobe. She shivered beneath his touch and he grinned despite himself. "Let me see if I understand - There's a certain red haired witch. That happens to absolutely love a pair of handsome wizards who also happen to adore each other. That seem right so far?"
Willow blushed, her face as red as her hair. How had he found out? The only person that knew, other than herself was -
"I'm going to AK Hermione." She muttered acerbically.
"Now, now." Harry chided, his body still moving against hers. "Let's not go using Unforgivables on our friends. Let me see - where was Draco. Ah, yes." He grinned down at the woman before him, the one that looked as though she'd rather be anywhere but there at that moment. "This witch feels that she could never work her way into the hearts of those two, self-absorbed wizards. They love each other. How would they have room to love her, too?"
"Yeah, how?" Willow whispered, fully dejected. She was just standing there now, oblivious to the fact that her partners were still dancing, rubbing against her body.
"That's easy." Draco stopped dancing and turned her to face him, his eyes hungry. "You see - they fell in love with her somewhere along the way."
Harry watched, bemused, as his lover kissed Willow, his mouth devouring hers as she slowly warmed up to the affection. When they pulled away he was right there, spinning her back around to this time kiss him. She was so sweet, so light in his arms. Her lips were like silk, and her mouth tasted of that odd, sweet drink she had slammed back upon entering the club. She sank into his embrace, her mouth moving against his just as feverishly as he was trying to engulf her whole.
"Goddess." She whispered at last, her head swimming when they pulled apart. The tears were gone, replace with a keen sparkle in her eyes that they had missed for so many long months.
"Wanna go home?" Draco purred, his tongue darting along her earlobe. She shivered beneath his hands.
"That. . . sounds good." She nodded finally, taking hold of their hands and dragging them from the club. She was smiling this time when their arms came around her, the triple apparition going off without a hitch, landing them right in front of their apartment.
It was Harry and Draco leading Willow then, as they entered their flat. They didn't stop in the living room, didn't allow her to retreat to her own room to second guess everything they had said and done. Instead they pulled her straight to their bedroom. The room they had decorated just for that night, transfiguring the bed into something big enough to hold three people instead of its normal two.
"I -" Willow whispered, choked up at the sight of magical candles flickering around the room, silk draped from the posts of the bed. It was like a dream come true.
"We know." Harry smiled.
"We love you, too Willow." Draco nodded, eyes wanting and hungry. "Now - can I kiss and make better?"