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[It Takes Two] Chapter Twenty Four
Okay, so I have a feeling I'll be epically flamed for my flist for this, but I will remind you guys that It Takes Two is always hero/heroine. D: This is my main shipping pattern, and it sadly hasn't wavered in many of my fandoms.
So please don't get mad at me for shipping these two, okay? They're not canon, and I don't mind/care anymore. That being said, I hope you guys at least tolerate this fic.
Title: Chapter Twenty Four: Studying
Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Summary: They were studying for their 3rd year exams. What else is there to say?
Disclaimer: ... Obviously this isn't mine if I'm writing about this couple. Please don't hurt me, I'm just a broke student writing fic for fun, okay?
She watches him impatiently tap his quill against the parchment paper. For someone who's supposed to be hard at work, Harry Potter's mind was obviously elsewhere. Focusing his attention elsewhere, the quill instead taps out a rhythm she can't quite make out.
(Ron, of course, was still convinced Hermione's study methods weren't worth it, so he and his comic books were lying on the other side of the room.)
"Harry," She chides him.
He looks up, "Yes?"
"You're supposed to be studying."
He looks at her with an all-too familiar sheepish smile, "But I can't concentrate."
Normally, she didn't fall for a single one of those excuses. Each one, ranging from the mundane ("I couldn't find my book") to the fantastic ("Angelica's cat stole my book in the middle of the night!"), had never gotten past a simple, "That's nice, Harry. Now go back to your studies."
It was their way of agreeing to disagree: Harry would come up with some kind of excuse and Hermione would politely shoot him down in milliseconds. Only Ron would persist with the excuses - usually resulting in a slap - and only then would he quit giving them out.
Honestly! Was she supposed to be their mother hen too? It was starting to border on the ridiculous.
"Hermione?"
She now stares up from her book. "Harry? What's the matter?"
He holds up the paper, "Can you check my work?"
Scanning over each answer, she now takes out her quill and marks each correct answer with a check. Deftly handing the paper back, she smiles, "You're getting there."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I think you'll be there with one more review."
"Thanks," Harry beams, leaning in to kiss Hermione gently on the cheek. He's back to Ron and procrastination and slacking, but Hermione can't help sighing blissfully as she resumes reading her books.
For some reason? Every word somehow merges into another, every verb changes into "love," and the chapters run into each other. Trying to brush the kiss out of her mind - it was just on the cheek! - Hermione pouts to herself and continues (in vain) to study.
Only hours later, when she realizes she can't remember a chapter of her book, that she starts freaking out. A simple kiss indeed.
So please don't get mad at me for shipping these two, okay? They're not canon, and I don't mind/care anymore. That being said, I hope you guys at least tolerate this fic.
Title: Chapter Twenty Four: Studying
Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Summary: They were studying for their 3rd year exams. What else is there to say?
Disclaimer: ... Obviously this isn't mine if I'm writing about this couple. Please don't hurt me, I'm just a broke student writing fic for fun, okay?
She watches him impatiently tap his quill against the parchment paper. For someone who's supposed to be hard at work, Harry Potter's mind was obviously elsewhere. Focusing his attention elsewhere, the quill instead taps out a rhythm she can't quite make out.
(Ron, of course, was still convinced Hermione's study methods weren't worth it, so he and his comic books were lying on the other side of the room.)
"Harry," She chides him.
He looks up, "Yes?"
"You're supposed to be studying."
He looks at her with an all-too familiar sheepish smile, "But I can't concentrate."
Normally, she didn't fall for a single one of those excuses. Each one, ranging from the mundane ("I couldn't find my book") to the fantastic ("Angelica's cat stole my book in the middle of the night!"), had never gotten past a simple, "That's nice, Harry. Now go back to your studies."
It was their way of agreeing to disagree: Harry would come up with some kind of excuse and Hermione would politely shoot him down in milliseconds. Only Ron would persist with the excuses - usually resulting in a slap - and only then would he quit giving them out.
Honestly! Was she supposed to be their mother hen too? It was starting to border on the ridiculous.
"Hermione?"
She now stares up from her book. "Harry? What's the matter?"
He holds up the paper, "Can you check my work?"
Scanning over each answer, she now takes out her quill and marks each correct answer with a check. Deftly handing the paper back, she smiles, "You're getting there."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I think you'll be there with one more review."
"Thanks," Harry beams, leaning in to kiss Hermione gently on the cheek. He's back to Ron and procrastination and slacking, but Hermione can't help sighing blissfully as she resumes reading her books.
For some reason? Every word somehow merges into another, every verb changes into "love," and the chapters run into each other. Trying to brush the kiss out of her mind - it was just on the cheek! - Hermione pouts to herself and continues (in vain) to study.
Only hours later, when she realizes she can't remember a chapter of her book, that she starts freaking out. A simple kiss indeed.