Title: Resolutions Are Made for Breaking
Author: Jinni (druscilla@cox.net)
Rated: R
Pairing: W/GW/DM
Genre: BtVS/Harry Potter Crossover.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss Whedon, et al are the owners of BtVS. JK Rowling, et al are the owners of Harry Potter.
Distribution: WLF; WLS; BMP; Serena; NHA; Aislin
Author’s Note: New Year’s Quickie #1. Pairing #99 at The Quickie Challenge:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WitchsLoveFanfic/files/quick.html
Anyone wanna come play? So far three authors are having a blast with the fun. Everyone is welcome!!!!

~*~

Standing in the moonlight that flooded the Astronomy Tower, it was so easy for them to look in each other’s eyes and say the words that they felt in their heart. So easy to admit that they had an issue between them and agree to move on from it, to leave it behind them as much as they possibly could.

Ginny tilted her head to the side, listening as a bell somewhere in the castle chimed midnight. She leaned in, capturing the lips of her lover, her tongue slipping in for just a second in a kiss of desire and love.

"I resolve to work past this attraction I have for Him, even though He makes it difficult." She murmured, pulling back to stare into the green eyes of the woman standing before her.

Willow smiled, nodding in agreement.

"I resolve to work past the feelings I have for Him. He’s no good for me. No good for you. And certainly not good for Us." She smiled at the seventeen year old, sixth year girl standing before her, wondering if they would really be able to keep the resolution they were so intent on making. Their love for each other was well-known throughout the school, but He wasn’t content to let either of them be in peace. He knew about their lust, their desires, the ones they tried so hard to keep hidden.

"We can do this, right?" Ginny’s voice was small in the quiet night.

Willow put on a brave smile, nodding once, sharply.

"Of course, Gin. Of course. What could be so special about Draco Malfoy, anyway?"

~*~

The next day was one free of classes, leaving the two Gryffindors free to seek the pleasure of each other’s arms for hours on end, hardly leaving their rooms at all.

But the day after came all too soon, with classes resuming as usual.

And thus Willow found herself in Potions, seated directly next to Draco Malfoy, the one person in the entire school that she would rather avoid for the sanity of both herself and her lover.

At first his attentions had been cute, the flirtatious remarks he made to both herself and Ginny, offering to show them, individually, what they were missing by not being with a ‘man’. Neither of them had taken it seriously. . .

For a month or so.

But, as things of that nature generally do, the remarks stopped being funny and turned more serious, both for the girls and for Draco.

He was handsome, they agreed.

He was sexual, they agreed.

And they would both love to have him in their bed, they agreed.

But one night with Draco wasn’t enough to make them break their bonds with each other, bonds that had so far withstood everything life had to throw at them, including irate friends and family when they initially stepped out of that closet and made their feelings public.

"You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep that up, Rosenberg." Draco purred into her ear after the third time her nervous chopping of the beetle legs had resulted in a slip that came dangerously close to her fingers. "Here, let me."

Willow gasped aloud, unable to stop herself, as her potions partner came up behind her, his arms slipping around her body so that he could place a hand over the hand she was using to hold the knife. She felt her body tighten in all the right places as her hormones got the better of her. A quick glance at the front of the room showed that their ever glowery Potions Master was just waiting for her to make a scene so that he could take points from her House, and possibly even give her detention. Draco swore up and down that Snape wasn’t evil, but she had yet to see a side of him that didn’t fit that bill perfectly.

She swallowed, feeling the lump in her throat; and allowed Draco to guide her through the chopping process, the feel of his body pressed so close to hers enough to drive her slowly insane with distraction.

"There. Wasn’t that better? Easier? And you didn’t even get knicked." Again his voice, purring in her ear. It would be so easy to just melt back into his arms, to agree to meet him somewhere, anywhere, right after class to take care of that ache that throbbed through her body.

Willow nodded noncommittally, carefully mixing in the chopped beetle legs, stirring slowly to avoid ruining the complicated seventh year potion.

But her heart wasn’t in her work.

It was back in the Astronomy Tower, wondering how she was ever going to keep the resolution when she was forced to work so closely with the one she had sworn off.

~*~

By that afternoon Ginny had heard all about Draco’s attempts on her girlfriend in Potions class. She also knew that Willow wouldn’t have dared speak up for fear of what Professor Snape would do. If anyone could keep the resolution it was Willow. Her red haired lover was a rock amidst normally stormy emotions; a true paragon of virtue.

But even Willow could only be pushed so far. And Ginny didn’t expect her to be a Saint. They had admitted their feelings about the blonde haired Slytherin and they had decided to put them aside in an effort to further cement their own relationship.

So why was she sitting here in the library, feeling jealous that her girlfriend had been that close to Draco when she herself hadn’t even seen him all day.

"There’s my favorite red head."

Ginny’s eyes widened.

Speak of the devil . . .

"Favorite?" She managed to murmur, without turning to look at him, as though the entire conversation perhaps bored her to tears, though it did no such thing. "I thought Willow held that place in your heart."

Draco laughed.

"She does. And so do you. I have two favorites. It’s so hard to tell you apart, anyway. Two fiery goddesses of the wizarding world. Both with those emerald eyes that see straight into my soul."

Would he even bother talking to her if the Dark Lord had never fallen, Ginny wondered. If her mother hadn’t come into that inheritance that had solved her family’s money problems once and for all? If neither of those things had happened, would Draco Malfoy say one word to her that was pleasant or sensual?

And did it matter, really?

She would never know, after all; whether it was her family’s new found fortune or the fact that she had matured greatly over the summer before her sixth year, filling out in ‘all the right places’, as her girlfriend said.

It just didn’t matter.

"Goddesses?" Ginny snorted, blushing despite her best efforts to remain cool and collected. That was just the effect he had on her. "I think not."

Draco had walked in front of her table by that point, and he caught her eye long enough to raise his eyebrows.

"Looked in a mirror lately, Weasley?"

He winked and blew her a kiss, exiting the library before she could think of any retort that would be even halfway intelligent.

~*~

"This isn’t going to work. He’s just so. . . so. . ." Ginny threw up her hands, growling in frustration.

Willow chuckled. Not even a month had passed since the resolution was made, and already it was breaking down to little pieces of nothingness that they were helpless to stop.

"Glad I wasn’t the first to say it."

Ginny stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend.

"He’s just so. . . persistent. Why did we think we could stick to this when we knew bloody well that he wouldn’t let us be in a million years?"

"Because we thought we were strong." Willow sighed, running a hand through the other witch’s hair.

"We’re not." Ginny frowned.

"Yes we are!" The older of the two exclaimed. "We’ve fended him off for months, now. Months of winking and smirking and that little thing he does with his eyebrows."

"When he raises them for no apparent reason?" Ginny laughed. "That’s so cute. I think he does it to be menacing, though."

"Probably." Willow snorted. "But that’s beside the point. We tried. And we have been worn down to nothing. There’s no harm in admitting that we couldn’t stay cold and unaffected forever. . . But . . ." She paused, frowning off into space, as though she were glaring at the object of their mutual desire and frustration across the distance that separated them.

"But?" Ginny prodded.

"Well . . . If we’re going to finally give in . . . I think we should do it on our own terms."

Ginny raised an eyebrow in amused questioning.

"What did you have in mind, oh love of my life?"

~*~

Sunset had already begun by the time Draco made his way out to the Quidditch pitch. He was smiling, in fine spirits, even though dinner had been another meal of ‘them’, the Slytherins that had been loyal to the Dark Lord, versus ‘him’ and his little group of *intelligent* Housemates. They would learn, eventually, he knew.

Or they would find themselves in Azkaban with what remained of their parents when finally their mouths or their actions got the better of the tiny bits they called their ‘brains’.

No, he was smiling at that moment solely because of the reason he was on his way to the pitch in the darkness.

Willow.

Or, more accurately, the note Willow had sent via owl earlier that day asking for him to give her some ‘private flying lessons’ after dark, and to meet her in the broomshed.

He chuckled softly, already aroused with the prospect of meeting the lithe little red head at the broomshed. There was only one reason she would want to meet him out here, in the dark; and it had nothing to do with flying. Everyone knew that flying in the darkness wasn’t safe, the only reason two people would meet out here after sunset was to . . .

A sly smirk stole across his handsome features. One of his goddesses had decided to give him that which he had wanted for months. Just one brief moment in her arms.

Where this obsession with Weasley and Rosenberg had come from, he wasn’t quite sure. It wasn’t a spell or hex, he had made sure of that from the moment the unnatural thoughts had cropped up in his brain. It must have been due to their beauty, and the lure of the unattainable.

But there was something else.

He cared about them.

Though he would likely never get a chance to admit it, he did care about them in some weird way. Both of them, equally. He would never want to split them up, and couldn’t decide which he liked more, anyway.

The broomshed was dark when he pulled open the door, not a whisper of sound emerging from within. He stepped inside, thinking to himself that he must be early.

"You came."

Draco nearly jumped out of his skin, whirling to face the direction the voice had came from.

"Lumos." He muttered, holding the now glowing wand alight. He smiled at the woman that was standing there, leaning against the wall near the door he had only just passed through. "Been waiting long?"

Willow shrugged, stepping away from the wall with a seductive smile on her lips.

"Not very long at all . . . Wasn’t too bad, I had company, after all."

Draco followed the direction her hand had gestured in, his eyes widening with shocked surprise.

Ginny Weasley.

Wearing a robe, a smile, and nothing else, it seemed. The fabric of the robe was parted just enough to reveal the pert curves of her breasts, the cinnamon colored curls of that soft mound of flesh that hid her sex. He took a deep breath, trying to will away the near-instant orgasm that came at the sight of this beauty, standing so close and looking at him with hungry eyes.

"Merlin . . ."

"I think this is the first time I’ve seen you so speechless, Draco." He heard Willow purr, one second before her hands came down over his shoulders to caress his chest. He felt her press against his robes and something was missing, his brain screamed. There wasn’t nearly enough clothing between his back and her front. He turned, slowly, feeling like his brain was trying to fathom things from beneath a murky layer of water created by the hormones raging through his eighteen year old body.

"Gurg. . ."

Oh yes, this was the famous slut of Slytherin House, reduced to gurgling at the sight of yet another woman, this one completely naked. His mind couldn’t even begin to wrap around what was happening to him. He had expected to have a tryst with one of his fantasy women.

But never two.

Two was, well, overwhelming.

"I think we broke him." Ginny mock-whispered to her lover.

"Hmmm." Willow grinned slyly, giving Draco and appraising look. "You know, I think you’re right. Wanna try an kiss him back together?"

Ginny shrugged, her eyes sparkling with lusty glee.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

Draco had only one second to think that he was the single most lucky wizard ever to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before they leapt, attacking his clothing as a single entity, their hands tearing it off of him.

And then he was beyond caring, as two pairs of pale pink lips did their best to devour him from the inside out.

At least he had achieved his resolution for the New Year – find pleasure in the arms of a red haired witch.

Or two.

~*~The End~*~