To Karu-chan
Title: Learning Experience
Prompt: Santa Claus
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“Quantum Physics dictates that one must-” A Fifth year Hermione rattled off, hair bushier than usual; with stray strands astray all over her head. -A sign that she is, indeed, deeply distressed.
“Hermione.” Harry tried calling out, a confused frown marring his bespectacled face.
“There’s a specific force needed for-”
“Hermione…” Harry futilely called again, his puzzled face depicts that he is quite trying to figure out his best friend’s problem.
“Standard safety precaution includes denying hands-on experimentation-”
“Ah! I get it, Hermione are you by any chance-” This time, Harry’s expression is akin to someone who found that other pair of that soddy socks. But soon his expression morphed into deep amusement at the antics of his friend.
“-when the results are invariable, and far too unpredictable. Thus we must establish-”
“-scared of brooms?” It wasn’t really a question; and Hermione knew it too, as her cheeks reddened slightly. Gotcha!
“That’s preposterous!” Hermione retaliated hotly -too quickly- huffing as she crossed her arms under her chest. “I am not scared of some everyday household necessity. “ She finished haughtily, but not making any eye contact with Harry.
“I’m sure you are…” Harry entertained Hermione’s not-so subtle attempt at misdirection. “…when it involves this particular broom.” With that he tapped the Firebolt at his side. His face flashed with his personal loopy grin-smirk. “Don’t tell me, you don’t know how to fly a broom?”
Hermione’s defense mechanism kicked in, “Harry James Potter!” She hissed; hair more frazzled now -like that of a ruffled cat’s, or her pet Crooshank’s. “I am not amused by your petty jest, especially on my account.” Eyes blazing, she stared off with said boy. “Now tell me why are weby the lake?” Hermione asked, as she looked at the massive Hogwarts’ Lake.
“Well…” Coyly, Harry drawled slowly. “I’m going to teach,” He enunciated deeply, “And… you’re going to learn.” He finished firmly; green eyes twinkling in barely suppressed mirth.
“Ha ha.” Hermione laughed sarcastically, “I’m finished laughing, now tell me the real reason.” At Harry firmly stare, Hermione’s eyes bugged out. “Seriously?” When she received a response in the form of a nod, her hands flew to hair. “Oh, murder me now!” She moaned in despair; ensnared fingers pulling at her hair.
“You haven’t ridden a broom yet?” Harry asked, perplexed at the attitude of his overachiever friend is showing. They had studied how to fly a broom 4 years ago!
Hair in her clutches, Hermione turned to Harry with a glare, “I have ridden a broom!” she replied venomously, “Everyone did!” She threw her hands in the air, “Now that is just being rude.” She pursed her lips in displeasure.
Ah, of course, of course. “But do you know how to fly?”
“I am pretty sure that I can,” She looked away, her tone losing a lot of brusqueness. “A few times too…” She added, meant to strengthen her uncertainness. “Now that we establish that, I see no reason for this matter to continue.” Hermione crossed her arms again.
“When was the last time you flew on a broom?” Harry picked at making Hermione to spill her guts. At Hermione’s silence, and continued pursing of lips, he knew that hit the bull’s eye. “Let me guess,” He feigned thinking it over, with an index finger tapping at the apex of his chin. “First year?”
“I refuse to answer that.” Lips still pursed, and arms set akimbo, Hermione shook her head; splaying her insanely curly(bushy) hairaround. “I see little relevance of my broom flying skills in the grander scheme of things.” She huffed, pushing her modest chest upwards. “There are other convenient forms of magical transportations, much readily accessible and much easier done.” She huffed, and then added a little topping in the cake, “Brooms are soruddy barbaric.”
Now Harry Potter is insulted; and a little bit miffed as he haven’t gotten used to travelling by Portkey (laid flat on his back, the first time), nor by Flu (he still stumbles), nor even Apparition (he felt sick until now). “Merlin’s Beard, Hermione! Why don’t you just ride the bloody broom?” Harry spat, having lost his patience. “Don’t you realize that your convenient forms of magical transportation are also conveniently much easier to nullify?
Hermione snapped her mouth shut at that, death glaring at Harry. She knew she was being stubborn and illogical, but she couldn’t help it. -Brooms had traumatized her deeply. She also knew that Harry is also correct, but she’d be damned if she conceded defeat.It’s time for a Royal- Flash-worthy comeback reply “I can always run.” She said, petulantly; pouting slightly.
Harry felt his jaw slack at the absurdity of that sentence. “Now, that is just being silly.” He shook his head in disbelief, “You wouldn’t last in 5 seconds if you run.” He turned gave her a once over, “No, I’ll give 2 seconds.” He nodded to himself with a faux straight face; chuckling when Hermione’s fist connected at his shoulder.
“You are such a prat!”
Harry couldn’t contain his laughter at his best friend’s expression. It was just too cute to pass! And then he laughed even harder when Hermione’s cheeks bloated like a blowfish (cue imaginary steam coming out of her ears). But soon, the bushy haired witch got contaminated by Harry’s rambunctious and laughed as well.
Part 1 of 3
Author’s Note: Karu! I’m sooooo sorry that this is late. And quite unfinished one to boot! And I don’t think I’ve followed your prompts either. I just saw that Harry Potter is included in the list, so here it is. If it would include Yuletide, then the later parts would cover it.
Naturally, I don’t know British English; nor I am a native English speaker. But I’ll try my best to clean this out. ouo;;
I’ll try to finish this short story for you. And maybe draw some incorrigible sketch of some certain threesome. With that, you can ask me to ANYTHING that I could do for you (Story/Art) and I’ll try my best at making it.
Prompt: Santa Claus
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“Quantum Physics dictates that one must-” A Fifth year Hermione rattled off, hair bushier than usual; with stray strands astray all over her head. -A sign that she is, indeed, deeply distressed.
“Hermione.” Harry tried calling out, a confused frown marring his bespectacled face.
“There’s a specific force needed for-”
“Hermione…” Harry futilely called again, his puzzled face depicts that he is quite trying to figure out his best friend’s problem.
“Standard safety precaution includes denying hands-on experimentation-”
“Ah! I get it, Hermione are you by any chance-” This time, Harry’s expression is akin to someone who found that other pair of that soddy socks. But soon his expression morphed into deep amusement at the antics of his friend.
“-when the results are invariable, and far too unpredictable. Thus we must establish-”
“-scared of brooms?” It wasn’t really a question; and Hermione knew it too, as her cheeks reddened slightly. Gotcha!
“That’s preposterous!” Hermione retaliated hotly -too quickly- huffing as she crossed her arms under her chest. “I am not scared of some everyday household necessity. “ She finished haughtily, but not making any eye contact with Harry.
“I’m sure you are…” Harry entertained Hermione’s not-so subtle attempt at misdirection. “…when it involves this particular broom.” With that he tapped the Firebolt at his side. His face flashed with his personal loopy grin-smirk. “Don’t tell me, you don’t know how to fly a broom?”
Hermione’s defense mechanism kicked in, “Harry James Potter!” She hissed; hair more frazzled now -like that of a ruffled cat’s, or her pet Crooshank’s. “I am not amused by your petty jest, especially on my account.” Eyes blazing, she stared off with said boy. “Now tell me why are weby the lake?” Hermione asked, as she looked at the massive Hogwarts’ Lake.
“Well…” Coyly, Harry drawled slowly. “I’m going to teach,” He enunciated deeply, “And… you’re going to learn.” He finished firmly; green eyes twinkling in barely suppressed mirth.
“Ha ha.” Hermione laughed sarcastically, “I’m finished laughing, now tell me the real reason.” At Harry firmly stare, Hermione’s eyes bugged out. “Seriously?” When she received a response in the form of a nod, her hands flew to hair. “Oh, murder me now!” She moaned in despair; ensnared fingers pulling at her hair.
“You haven’t ridden a broom yet?” Harry asked, perplexed at the attitude of his overachiever friend is showing. They had studied how to fly a broom 4 years ago!
Hair in her clutches, Hermione turned to Harry with a glare, “I have ridden a broom!” she replied venomously, “Everyone did!” She threw her hands in the air, “Now that is just being rude.” She pursed her lips in displeasure.
Ah, of course, of course. “But do you know how to fly?”
“I am pretty sure that I can,” She looked away, her tone losing a lot of brusqueness. “A few times too…” She added, meant to strengthen her uncertainness. “Now that we establish that, I see no reason for this matter to continue.” Hermione crossed her arms again.
“When was the last time you flew on a broom?” Harry picked at making Hermione to spill her guts. At Hermione’s silence, and continued pursing of lips, he knew that hit the bull’s eye. “Let me guess,” He feigned thinking it over, with an index finger tapping at the apex of his chin. “First year?”
“I refuse to answer that.” Lips still pursed, and arms set akimbo, Hermione shook her head; splaying her insanely curly(bushy) hairaround. “I see little relevance of my broom flying skills in the grander scheme of things.” She huffed, pushing her modest chest upwards. “There are other convenient forms of magical transportations, much readily accessible and much easier done.” She huffed, and then added a little topping in the cake, “Brooms are soruddy barbaric.”
Now Harry Potter is insulted; and a little bit miffed as he haven’t gotten used to travelling by Portkey (laid flat on his back, the first time), nor by Flu (he still stumbles), nor even Apparition (he felt sick until now). “Merlin’s Beard, Hermione! Why don’t you just ride the bloody broom?” Harry spat, having lost his patience. “Don’t you realize that your convenient forms of magical transportation are also conveniently much easier to nullify?
Hermione snapped her mouth shut at that, death glaring at Harry. She knew she was being stubborn and illogical, but she couldn’t help it. -Brooms had traumatized her deeply. She also knew that Harry is also correct, but she’d be damned if she conceded defeat.It’s time for a Royal- Flash-worthy comeback reply “I can always run.” She said, petulantly; pouting slightly.
Harry felt his jaw slack at the absurdity of that sentence. “Now, that is just being silly.” He shook his head in disbelief, “You wouldn’t last in 5 seconds if you run.” He turned gave her a once over, “No, I’ll give 2 seconds.” He nodded to himself with a faux straight face; chuckling when Hermione’s fist connected at his shoulder.
“You are such a prat!”
Harry couldn’t contain his laughter at his best friend’s expression. It was just too cute to pass! And then he laughed even harder when Hermione’s cheeks bloated like a blowfish (cue imaginary steam coming out of her ears). But soon, the bushy haired witch got contaminated by Harry’s rambunctious and laughed as well.
Part 1 of 3
Author’s Note: Karu! I’m sooooo sorry that this is late. And quite unfinished one to boot! And I don’t think I’ve followed your prompts either. I just saw that Harry Potter is included in the list, so here it is. If it would include Yuletide, then the later parts would cover it.
Naturally, I don’t know British English; nor I am a native English speaker. But I’ll try my best to clean this out. ouo;;
I’ll try to finish this short story for you. And maybe draw some incorrigible sketch of some certain threesome. With that, you can ask me to ANYTHING that I could do for you (Story/Art) and I’ll try my best at making it.