Author: Jinni (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Pairing: W/George Weasley
Genre: BtVS/HP Crossover.
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.
Distribution: All of my normal people, you know who you are.
Author’s Note: http://quickie.moonlitpaths.com
Notes2: This takes place at some indeterminate time in the BtVS time line. The notable difference between this time line and canon time is that Willow and Tara did not get together, though Willow did freak out when Tara died – but just in a ‘my friend just died and I’m sad’ kind of way. Let’s pretend that didn’t happen, k? You with me? If not, this could get. . . difficult. In the HP world this takes place sometime after Fred and George get out of Hogwarts. They have opened their own line of Weasley Wizard Wheezes and are doing quite well with them. The Dark Lord is still out and about and it is the Dream Team’s seventh year, not that they will play a part in this fic other than maybe in passing.
“Now, when they get here –“
Willow sighed, turning to frown at Anya, her book forgotten on the counter. “We’ve gone over this already, An. When they get here I’ll bargain them down to a good price and get enough of their stuff for a trial run with the condition that we’ll only buy more if it sells well. I got it already, k?”
The former vengeance demon huffed, glaring at the witch in front of her with arms crossed. “I just don’t feel right, leaving you here to do the work. . .”
The red head snorted, giving Anya a look that clearly said she didn’t believe ‘that’.
“Fine, then,” Anya smirked. “I don’t feel right letting you make decisions about my shop.”
“Then stay here.” Willow shrugged, obviously not caring one way or the other. “I’m sure Xander will understand why you don’t want to go away for the weekend.”
That earned her another glare from the other woman, and Willow felt remarkably happy to know that Anya was powerless without her vengeance demon magics to back her up. If looks could kill, though. . .
“I’ll be back Monday.” Anya muttered before turning to leave, the door to the shop slamming shut as she left.
Willow sighed, shooting death glares in the general direction Anya had just gone. Why did she get stuck watching the store? Oh yeah, it was because she was the only one that had any type of experience with individuals from the wizarding culture, other than Anya herself. An Anya was going away with Xander. Which left just her to do this.
It was an easy task, really. Meet with the representatives from this supplier of wizard-level gags and gifts Anya had read about in one of the periodicals she got, and then bargain with them for a good price for this and all future sales to the MagicBox. Simple. Easy. To the point.
But Anya didn’t trust her to do it right, of course. Because Anya didn’t trust anyone to do anything right when it came to her precious store. Willow was pretty certain that Anya had even forgotten that at one point the store hadn’t belonged to her, but to Giles; and that he still retained part ownership in it.
No matter – she would do this her way and she would do it right.
And Anya could just –
“Bite me.” Willow muttered, closing her book with a snap. The shop was empty, no one had heard her speak ill of the woman that had just left. Not that she cared; it wouldn’t be the first, or last, harsh thing she had ever said in regards to the former vengeance demon.
She heard a ‘pop’, followed by another ‘pop’ and a startled cry of “Fred, get off of me!”, before she could even turn around to see what had happened.
The sight of two men, sprawled in the very middle of the store, in robes, brought a snicker to her lips. She laughed aloud as they looked up at her, startled.
‘Identical twins,’ she thought with a smirk. ‘Identical –handsome- twins.’
“Hullo.” The one closest to her right managed, a smile on his face. “I’m Fred.”
“And I’m George.” The other one cut in, a very similar expression on his own face. “You are Anyanka?”
Willow shook her head, biting her lip with amusement as the two finally managed to get untangled enough to climb up from the floor.
“I’m Willow. Anya had to go out of town. I’ll be overseeing your presentation.”
“Looks like we lucked out, Fred.”
“Why’s that, George?”
The twins were looking right at one another, not at all at Willow.
“Because we get to make a sale to a cute lady, that’s why.”
Willow snorted, blushing at the off handed compliment that had just been paid to her. She brushed past them, turning the sign on the door to ‘closed’ before gesturing for them to come to the back office.
“Anya has left very specific instructions for me,” she began, shoving aside some of the papers on the desk. “I’m to make sure that you have just enough stuff to keep not only wizards, but muggles, occupied as well. We’re a very diversified store.”
“We have just what you’re looking for, then.” The one on her left proclaimed, pulling a small mini-satchel from his robe pocket. He had his wand in hand and had muttered an enlarging charm before Willow could blink an eye, the satchel expanding to fit his lap.
“Weasly Wizard Wheezes are for everyone!” The second of the twins agreed, opening the now-enlarged satchel and rummaging through it. He stopped after a moment, pulling out a package of candies. “Go on, try one.”
Willow looked at the package apprehensively, the smiling faces of the supplies not putting her enough at ease to believe that they were harmless. They were joke makers, after all. Some of the best in the wizarding world.
“Don’t worry –“
“They won’t hurt you.”
She sighed, nodding, and grabbed one of the candies. Biting down hesitantly, Willow was surprised at the surprising familiar sweetness of it.
“It’ll taste like whatever your favorite candy is.”
“Wow!” She smiled, swallowing the mouthful of candy. “That was great. . .George, right?”
He shook his head, grinning from ear to ear like a mad man. “I’m Fred. That’s George.”
“Don’t worry. Our own mum can’t tell us apart.”
Willow snickered. “I would imagine you two were quite the handful growing up.”
“Never?” George met his brother’s eyes with a laugh. “It took all six of us to keep mum busy. She’s quite the woman.”
“Six?” Willow was glad she had finished the candy, or else she certainly would have choked. “There are six children in your family?”
“Correct in one,” Fred snickered. “You sound shocked.”
“I’m an only child,” she admitted with a shrug and a smile. “The idea of having that many kids in one family is a little overwhelming for me.”
George grinned. “It isn’t that bad. Once you get used to it.”
“And you’re used to it?” She met his eyes, the corner of her mouth lifting up in a daring half-smile that she hoped looked as flirty to him as she was feeling.
“No.” His grin was pure mischief.
Their eyes locked and Willow felt her heart do a little flip, right down through her stomach before coming to a rest back in her chest. She smiled, nervously, eyes darting back down to the desk.
“Do you want to see the rest?”
She shook her head, looking up. “If everything is as good as that candy, then I feel confident that the MagicBox will be able to use your items on our shelves.”
“And we would like to give you a very reasonable price, right Fred?” She caught the elbow George gave his brother in the side, and hid her smile at the gesture.
“Right George.” Fred smirked, hand over his mouth. “Provided you go out with George, of course.”
She sputtered, a laugh bubbling from her mouth. “Bribery?”
“Or blackmail.” Fred shrugged. “Whichever way you want to see it.”
Willow looked at George and winked. “I’ll take it as a bribe, then. Wanna go now? We can get some dinner – you can transfigure your robes, right?”
George looked as if he had just had Christmas handed to him early. He eyed his brother, thanking his lucky stars that one of them had the courage to try something like that. He might not have had the nerve to ask her, otherwise. Now he could play it off on Fred, and if something good came of it. . .
Then all the better.
“Right. Robes. Transfigure.” He nodded quickly, nearly stumbling from his chair in his excited nervousness.
“Try not to be too hard on him,” Fred murmured, offering Willow his hand. She shook it with a grin. “He can bit a bit of a git at times.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Willow chuckled.
“And I’ll be seeing you later. I’ll have the products ready for you next week.”
Willow watched him wink out of existence with that same magical popping sound.
“You ready?” She looked at George curiously, surprised to see that his robes were gone, replaced by jeans and a t-shirt. He looked decidedly American, definitely not a wizard.
“Ready as I can be to go out with a beautiful woman.”
“Witch.” She corrected him with an impudent grin that hid her blush. “A beautiful witch.”
His eyebrows shot up, not having expected to meet a witch in this place, even knowing what it was. Anyanka had mentioned being a former demon, and that was as far as he thought the magic ran in the employees.
Apparently he had been wrong.
“Well, then, even better.”