Title: Letters 2/?
Pairings: Hermione/Ron Willow/Oz
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and JK Rowling own all the characters.
Spoilers: Season 3 BtVS - GoF HP
Summary: Willow and Hermione met on holiday and now write to each other via muggle mail.
Beta: LaDy SiN
Author's Notes: The school has a muggle PO Box which Willow uses, and others who are unaware of the school's identity. Neither girl knows everything. Season 3 BtVS and 7th year HP.
'Oh, What the hell did I think I was doing?' Willow Rosenberg thought as she paced across her bedroom for what seemed like the fiftieth time, but was probably closer to the twenty-fifth.
'Flukes! Ugh!' Sighing, she sits down on her bed and picks up the letter that was lying on the covers.
'I need to do something about this, maybe if I try talking to Oz again... hmm', she stands, reaches for some notepaper and a pen and sits again.
'Maybe if I write to Hermione about this I can sort through it, I just have to take out the supernatural stuff, and try not to sound crazy... yeah, like that's gonna work!'
My letter added more fuel to the fire? That sounds great! Have you gotten any further in the last few days? I know that my letter's early this week, but I really needed to talk to someone about this... and this would be the point where I'm wishing that I'd gotten your letter earlier, as in, just after I'd sent mine off! You had some good advice in there.
William does sound a lot like 'old' Draco. "Don't go doing anything silly" would have been helpful too!
Ok, this all started a few weeks back, with what is now known as 'the Fluke' - Xander and I, we, well, we kissed, and it was an accident, and it should never have happened again... but it did!
Anyway, that was what I was trying to sort out, I met up with Xander at school and was trying to tell him, well, everything, we needed to do something, to stop it...
And then William turned up... he, well he knocked Xander unconscious and then kidnapped the both of us. I was so scared Hermione. He'd decided that I was the clever one, so obviously I would be able to help him get Dru back, who had left him for this really gross guy in Mexico, I think, or maybe it was Brazil.
He was drunk, and threatening me, and Xander was still unconscious, so I had to come up with something. So I told him I would help, but I would need some stuff, so he went out to get it.
He'd taken us to this old factory place, I think it had been burnt out last year, when Angel's 'evil' twin was on the loose, so it wasn't very safe. For some reason there was a bed, and that was where he left Xander and I.
By this point the others knew that we were missing, and Oz and Cordelia somehow discovered where we were and they, they walked in on us kissing, on the bed... and, well, that obviously didn't go down too well. We tried to explain, but Cordelia ran and she fell through some stairs and a piece of pipe, or something, went through her stomach.
She's still in hospital, but she'll be ok. Xander saw her this morning, he tried to take her some flowers, but she told him to stay away.
I tried to talk to Oz, but he told me to leave. I used to want everything Hermione, but all I want now is for Oz to talk to me again.
I don't know what to do, I know what I did was wrong, but how can I make things right again if he won't even see me?
P.S. I guess this was the 'I'll write more next time' next time then!
'I suppose that helped, but I still don't know what to do. And I suppose my utter stupidity makes up for the strange stuff. It's not like I can say, well, Hermione, Xan and I were kidnapped by Spike, who's a vampire...'
"See! What did I tell you Harry? Secret love letters from *Malfoy*!!"
Ron said whilst shaking his finger at the letter from the, once gain, unknown owl, that Hermione was currently reading.
"Oh, Ron! Really! What have I said?" Hermione said, exasperatedly as she looked up for a moment.
"Well it's not like you're telling me who they're from, is it?" He groused, "So, obviously they're from *him*."
"Whatever." Hermione announced distractedly as she gathered her school things and left the hall.
"And now she's off to write a bloody love letter to Malfoy! What? What do you think you're smirking at Potter?"
Harry schooled his features to their regular look, absolute blankness.
"Hmm... nothing Ron, nothing at all."
The smirk returned as Ron turned around to complain to Seamus and Dean.
Once again Ron accused me of writing love letters too, and receiving them from, Draco. Things are getting tense around here, although I can't see anything happening for a while yet.
Willow, Willow, Willow. I really don't know what to say! Like I said in my previous letter, I had a feeling something was going on. I too wish that you had read my letter just as you had sent yours. I really don't know what to say. In fact, I'm going to leave that for a moment.
Kidnapped?!? How are you dealing with that? Have you talked to someone about it, you know, someone not involved, someone that can give you an instant reply? What are the police doing about it? I assume that the police are involved Willow, have they caught William?
How is Xander feeling? Was he checked at the hospital? Concussion can be dangerous. I hope that Cordelia is released and back in good health as soon as possible.
Right. That's enough avoidance, I think. Right. The best thing that you can do, Willow, you are listening to this, right? The best thing that you can do, right now, is to give Oz some space. Let him deal with this in his own time. You've had a while to deal, obviously knowing about it longer, so you've had longer to think about it. You need to let him deal Willow.
I'm sorry that's all I can write just now; I'm off to add more fuel to the fire! I have a head girl/boy meeting in five minutes and I still have to post this.
Let him deal with it in his own time.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Draco Malfoy asked from the doorway of their shared study.
"I'm fine Draco. It's just, well, a friend of mine is having some troubles at the moment, and I'm not quite sure how to deal with what she told me."
"Is this the friend who Weasley keeps saying is me writing love letters?" He asks, a smirk on his face as he enters the room.
"Yes. You don't mind waiting a few minutes while I post this, do you?" She asks, waving the letter in the air.
"No, not at all."