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This story is No. 1 in the series "This is Romance?". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Ginny Weasley has an adventure in muggle London

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Harry Potter > Connor-Centered > Pairing: Ginny Weasley(Past Donor)SongjaFR1855,9810219,9448 Feb 069 Mar 06Yes

I blame Luna

Disclaimer: Buffy and Angel belong to Joss, Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Not mine.

Chapter 1
I blame Luna


She was never going to allow Luna Lovegood to set her up on a date again. Ginny Weasley sighed in annoyance and bundled herself a little tighter in her winter coat. She would have cast a quick warming charm, but she was walking through the streets of muggle London and while the streets were fairly empty, she didn’t want to take a chance.

It would be great, Luna had assured her. Her date was handsome, rich and intelligent. He was a war hero, like her and they had friends and interests in common. He was someone whom she could take home to her parents and she sure satisfied his family’s demand for a pureblooded spouse. Luna had even said he had expressed interest in her the last time he was over at her boyfriend’s house for dinner, hence, the date.

So, she had agreed to meet this wizard paragon for dinner. She was surprised when Luna gave her the name and address of a muggle restaurant near the Leaky Cauldron, but she figured Luna and Blaise had told him that she liked sushi. She was prepared for an evening of sake and sashimi and conversation with an interesting wizard who found her interesting. She dressed to the hilt. Having seen the women he often escorted to fashionable Wizarding events, she knew it would take a bit of cleavage and leg to impress Draco Malfoy. How wrong could she have been?

“Mistaken identity, he says,” she murmured as she whipped down the street at a clip, “I thought everyone knew, he says. How could this mistake happen, he says? And the worst part, it wasn’t even me. When he mentioned Weasley to Luna and Blaise, how were they to know he meant he was interested in a male Weasley, not the female one?!”

She was whipping herself into a frenzy, she knew, but when your date expresses interest in one of your many brothers, not you, she felt completely justified. “And to add insult to injury,” she continued, “he could have been interested in one of the funny brothers, or the macho curse-breaker, or the ruggedly handsome dragon tamer. But nooo, he was to want the stuck-up, prissy, perfectly annoying Percy.” She stopped, looked up at the sky and with a frustrated growl questioned, “WHY!”

“Why? Why is a pretty thing like you walking the streets of London alone?” a mocking male voice asked.

Ginny whipped around to see a man coming out the alley that she stopped in front of. Ginny took a startled step back; suddenly annoyed that she hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings. Some war hero she was, she thought before calmly reaching for her wand that was slipped into her shoulder holster. “You don’t want to mess with me tonight,” Ginny practically growled at him, “I am not in a good mood.”

“I don’t need you in a good mood,” the man replied walking around her circling closer as if he was herding prey. “I just need you for a bit of dinner. You smell enchanting.”

Ginny held her ground refusing to be intimidated although she knew she was at a slight disadvantage due to her size. Still, she was a fully trained witch and although she might get a slap for obliviating a muggle, she was fairly confident that she could get out of this situation.

Then, his face changed and despite all her training, Ginny screamed and scrambled back away from the man and into the alley way. This was no man, the yellow eyes, ridged forehead and elongated fangs advanced at her. In an instant, his superhuman speed and strength had her pinned against the alley wall. “That’s right, pretty girl, be afraid. I can hear your heart pounding and taste your fear.” He licked up the side of her neck to her cheek. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Taste this, vamp,” a voice said and suddenly the vampire holding Ginny was pulled away. She saw the vampire get spun around and then fly across the alley into the opposite wall. “Are you o.k., miss?” a kind voice asked, “Did he bite you?”

Ginny shook her head no, but before she could even open her mouth, she saw the vampire stand up and lunge at the man who was speaking to her. A strangled cry left her throat as her savior was picked up like a rag doll and thrown a good twenty feet into the alley. “She’s mine!”

Seeing the unmoving form of the man who saved her caused something to snap in Ginny. Knowing she had to take charge of the situation, Ginny pulled out her wand. With all the authority she could muster, she glared at the vampire and yelled, “INCINDEO!”

Flames shot from the tip of her wand and engulfed the vampire in flames. He screamed as he burned and blundered in the alley blind and in pain before finally falling and crumbling to ash.

Ginny leaned back against the alley wall for support and when her knees felt too wobbly to hold her, she slid down the wall breathing heavily. She was a primary school teacher, for heavens sake. She hadn’t been in any kind of magical combat since the war and even that was few and far between as she had spent most of her time in the field hospitals with the healers.

Healing, hurt, the man who tried to save her, he was hurt. She looked down the alley where he fell and was startled to see no body there. She quickly scrambled to her feet and shrieked again in surprise to see the man she thought horribly injured standing in front of her. At least this time, she was proud to note, she had her wand up between them.

“Whoa, calm down, I just want to see if you are o.k. You seemed pretty shook up.” American, she thought. His accent gave him away. His hands were out in front of him in a placating gesture. He glanced at her panicked face and then the wand she held in front of her. “I’m not going to hurt you or anything. You can put away your stick, now.”

“Wand,” Ginny corrected, then cursed her slip. He called it a stick. He was a muggle. Damn it, was she going to get anything right tonight? Feeling frustrated and cornered, she did the only thing that seemed logical at that moment, “Obliviate!”

A jet of red left her wand and struck the man in the chest, “Whoa,” he said again after the stream of red hit him, “what was that? Some kind of magic? That’s really a magic wand?”

Ginny shook her head almost in a panic, “Obliviate!” she tried again and the same jet of red hit the man.

He just shook his head and smiled, “Is that supposed to do something? I mean, I saw the fire earlier and thought how did she get a blowtorch, but I’ve seen the girls improvise with a lighter and a can of hairspray. So you torched the vamp with your wand. Color me impressed.”

“Hey, I’m –“ but he was too late the girl had flicked her wand and disappeared. “Connor,” he finished lowering the hand he had extended. He gave a small smile, “and you were amazing.”
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