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FICLET: A Patient Thorough Teacher (Hermione/Katie)
Title: A Patient Thorough Teacher
Pairing: Hermione/Katie
Prompt: "Is that your final answer?"
Rating: Heavy PG13/Light R (for some sexual situations)
Word Count: 874
Summary: Hermione was a patient, thorough teacher, but to call her tactics distracting was an understatement.
Author's Notes: I knew I would eventually end up writing the obligatory ask-Hermione-for-help-with-studies fic.
Link to Prompt Table: Prompt Table
Had she been thinking about anything other than failing Ancient Runes, Katie would have thought it strange that Hermione suggested they go up to the fifth year girls’ dormitory for homework that evening, as opposed to studying in the Common Room as they normally did. Hermione said the quiet would help them both concentrate, clarifying that Lavender and Parvati were out doing “whatever it is those two do with each other” (Hermione had rolled her eyes suggestively when saying this, which confused Katie). They sat down on Hermione’s bed, Hermione at the head and Katie at the foot. Katie struggled to find something to say before settling on pathetic beginnings.
“I hope...I hope you--”
“--don’t think you’re using me to help you with homework?” There was something in Hermione’s smile that sent a quick, strange chill up the back of Katie’s neck.
“Y-yeah,” she replied, steering herself.
Hermione laughed warmly and said, “I don’t think you’re using me. Though I wouldn’t--” She paused, seemed to smile self-consciously, and shook her head. “Never mind. Ancient Runes?”
“Yeah,” Katie said, and pulled her text out of her bag. “I thought I’d take it--”
--because I wanted to share something with you.
“--because it seemed like fun.” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m the worst in a class full of third years. I’m a sixth year.”
“Age has nothing to do with knowledge,” Hermione said. “I’ve met adults twice your age that are doddering idiots.”
“As sweet as that is,” Katie mumbled. “I’ve failed the first exam and my homework is always a mess. Please help me.”
Something flashed through Hermione’s eys, then was gone. “I’m sorry...what did you say?”
Katie grew confused. “Please help me?”
The thing flashed again, and this time lingered there slightly longer. Katie suddenly caught on, and her face flushed.
“I’m sorry,” Hermione said again, sweeter. “I didn’t hear you. One more time?”
Katie had always thought Hermione would be shy and composed. She thought the younger girl’s personality would be dull. Yet the more time they spent together, the more she realized she was wrong. It had started over a book--the title Katie couldn’t recall, even when pressed--and somehow progressed to tongues in mouths and hands up shirts. That was the first time Katie realized Hermione was more than what she’d seemed. She was clever, sharp-witted, and aggressive. Surprisingly so. And she loved making Katie beg whenever possible.
The sudden shift in subject matter made Katie feel slightly less guilty for asking Hermione’s help with homework. She managed to keep the smile threatening to cross her face at bay.
“Please?” She repeated the question quietly, and knitted her brow together. “Help me?”
Hermione was a patient, thorough teacher, but to call her tactics distracting was an understatement. For example, when verbally translating the symbols given, Hermione would undo a button of her blouse for every correct answer Katie gave. Unfortunately for the older girl, she was terrible at verbal translations. For every mistake, Hermione would raise an eyebrow.
“Is that your final answer?” she asked for the millionth time, and Katie, having grown frustrated, pressed her forehead against Hermione’s shoulder.
“I can’t do this,” Katie told her miserably. “It’s all gibberish.”
She felt Hermione’s fingers grab her face firmly and pull it away from her shoulder, angling it upwards so that their eyes could meet.
“You’re doing fine,” Hermione said sternly, and Katie considered lecturing her on how to give praise without making someone feel like they’re being scolded. Before she could, Hermione smiled down at her, a hint of cruelty playing at her lips. “Am I not making it interesting enough?”
Katie’s eyes wandered from Hermione’s face down her neck, to where her blouse was undone to the third button. Her cleavage was half-visible already, and Katie thought that perhaps trying a little while longer couldn’t hurt. Hermione would not let her off easily though--for every wrong answer, they had to go back and do the translations over again, from first onward. Nearly half an hour passed before Hermione’s blouse was open and she was laying back against her pillows. Katie was scribbling down the last of her homework, then tossed it aside and slide herself between Hermione’s legs.
“No,” the younger girl told her, grinning. “One last exercise.”
Katie began to whine. “But my homework is finished and--”
“Just because homework is finished doesn’t mean practice is,” Hermione told her frankly, and kissed her nose. “One last exercise. I promise.”
Katie sighed. Hermione pulled her blouse open a bit more, tracing her fingers up her stomach to her bra, pausing, and then up to her jaw. Katie followed their movements, hypnotized.
“I’m going to describe a spell to you,” Hermione told her, and moved her hands back to her stomach. “I want you to translate them to Ancient Runes. With your tongue. Here.” She tapped her index finger where it rested just above her belly button.
Katie felt herself begin to nod. “Okay.”
“And for every right answer, you get to move down,” Hermione said, and her cheeks turned a little pink. “How does that sound?”
Katie smiled and kissed Hermione’s lips gently.
“Good,” Hermione said after they parted. “Get to work.”
Pairing: Hermione/Katie
Prompt: "Is that your final answer?"
Rating: Heavy PG13/Light R (for some sexual situations)
Word Count: 874
Summary: Hermione was a patient, thorough teacher, but to call her tactics distracting was an understatement.
Author's Notes: I knew I would eventually end up writing the obligatory ask-Hermione-for-help-with-studies fic.
Link to Prompt Table: Prompt Table
Had she been thinking about anything other than failing Ancient Runes, Katie would have thought it strange that Hermione suggested they go up to the fifth year girls’ dormitory for homework that evening, as opposed to studying in the Common Room as they normally did. Hermione said the quiet would help them both concentrate, clarifying that Lavender and Parvati were out doing “whatever it is those two do with each other” (Hermione had rolled her eyes suggestively when saying this, which confused Katie). They sat down on Hermione’s bed, Hermione at the head and Katie at the foot. Katie struggled to find something to say before settling on pathetic beginnings.
“I hope...I hope you--”
“--don’t think you’re using me to help you with homework?” There was something in Hermione’s smile that sent a quick, strange chill up the back of Katie’s neck.
“Y-yeah,” she replied, steering herself.
Hermione laughed warmly and said, “I don’t think you’re using me. Though I wouldn’t--” She paused, seemed to smile self-consciously, and shook her head. “Never mind. Ancient Runes?”
“Yeah,” Katie said, and pulled her text out of her bag. “I thought I’d take it--”
--because I wanted to share something with you.
“--because it seemed like fun.” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m the worst in a class full of third years. I’m a sixth year.”
“Age has nothing to do with knowledge,” Hermione said. “I’ve met adults twice your age that are doddering idiots.”
“As sweet as that is,” Katie mumbled. “I’ve failed the first exam and my homework is always a mess. Please help me.”
Something flashed through Hermione’s eys, then was gone. “I’m sorry...what did you say?”
Katie grew confused. “Please help me?”
The thing flashed again, and this time lingered there slightly longer. Katie suddenly caught on, and her face flushed.
“I’m sorry,” Hermione said again, sweeter. “I didn’t hear you. One more time?”
Katie had always thought Hermione would be shy and composed. She thought the younger girl’s personality would be dull. Yet the more time they spent together, the more she realized she was wrong. It had started over a book--the title Katie couldn’t recall, even when pressed--and somehow progressed to tongues in mouths and hands up shirts. That was the first time Katie realized Hermione was more than what she’d seemed. She was clever, sharp-witted, and aggressive. Surprisingly so. And she loved making Katie beg whenever possible.
The sudden shift in subject matter made Katie feel slightly less guilty for asking Hermione’s help with homework. She managed to keep the smile threatening to cross her face at bay.
“Please?” She repeated the question quietly, and knitted her brow together. “Help me?”
Hermione was a patient, thorough teacher, but to call her tactics distracting was an understatement. For example, when verbally translating the symbols given, Hermione would undo a button of her blouse for every correct answer Katie gave. Unfortunately for the older girl, she was terrible at verbal translations. For every mistake, Hermione would raise an eyebrow.
“Is that your final answer?” she asked for the millionth time, and Katie, having grown frustrated, pressed her forehead against Hermione’s shoulder.
“I can’t do this,” Katie told her miserably. “It’s all gibberish.”
She felt Hermione’s fingers grab her face firmly and pull it away from her shoulder, angling it upwards so that their eyes could meet.
“You’re doing fine,” Hermione said sternly, and Katie considered lecturing her on how to give praise without making someone feel like they’re being scolded. Before she could, Hermione smiled down at her, a hint of cruelty playing at her lips. “Am I not making it interesting enough?”
Katie’s eyes wandered from Hermione’s face down her neck, to where her blouse was undone to the third button. Her cleavage was half-visible already, and Katie thought that perhaps trying a little while longer couldn’t hurt. Hermione would not let her off easily though--for every wrong answer, they had to go back and do the translations over again, from first onward. Nearly half an hour passed before Hermione’s blouse was open and she was laying back against her pillows. Katie was scribbling down the last of her homework, then tossed it aside and slide herself between Hermione’s legs.
“No,” the younger girl told her, grinning. “One last exercise.”
Katie began to whine. “But my homework is finished and--”
“Just because homework is finished doesn’t mean practice is,” Hermione told her frankly, and kissed her nose. “One last exercise. I promise.”
Katie sighed. Hermione pulled her blouse open a bit more, tracing her fingers up her stomach to her bra, pausing, and then up to her jaw. Katie followed their movements, hypnotized.
“I’m going to describe a spell to you,” Hermione told her, and moved her hands back to her stomach. “I want you to translate them to Ancient Runes. With your tongue. Here.” She tapped her index finger where it rested just above her belly button.
Katie felt herself begin to nod. “Okay.”
“And for every right answer, you get to move down,” Hermione said, and her cheeks turned a little pink. “How does that sound?”
Katie smiled and kissed Hermione’s lips gently.
“Good,” Hermione said after they parted. “Get to work.”