E/H smutlet
Title: Show and Tell
Rating: R to soft NC-17
Summary: The rewards of study are many.
Ships: Ernie/Hannah
Word count: 2475
Note: Would take place after the practice DADA NEWT, except it is AU and the DADA quiz answers are total fiction.
Ernie Macmillan had spent the better part of four years figuring out how to get up the stairs to the girls dorms. He used a combination of a levitation spell and some rope lassoed to the top of the banister. He'd tested this technique in secret a few weeks back but had never actually used it to access the hallowed female zone. It seemed like a useful skill to have.
Just in case.
He had been looking for Hannah Abbott for the better part of an hour. She wasn't in the Great Hall or the library. He checked the common room and even ran down to the quidditch pitch, where he discovered two sixth years locked in a passionate clinch and had to deduct ten points for public indecency. Really, Ernie mused, if one is going to be indecent, one ought to do it privately.
Slightly sweaty from the fruitless trip down to the pitch, he redoubled his efforts to find her. He finally decided to sneak up to her dorm. He figured he could play the "prefect" card if anyone spotted him. He loved doing that.
He successfully navigated the trick steps and stopped before the 7th year door. So like his own, yet it held such mystery. He knocked tentatively, and when no one answered, he opened the door a crack. If he'd gone to all the trouble of sneaking in, the least he could do was check out the room.
Finding the room devoid of all girls and feeling slightly miffed that this supreme effort had still not yielded Hannah's presence, Ernie made his way through the room to what had to be Hannah's bed. It was made, but the blankets were mussed as though someone had flopped on top of the coverlet, and a small bear with one arm missing sat defiantly atop a buttercream pillow with an "H" embroidered across it. The bed curtains smelled faintly of wildflowers. Ernie smiled and straightened the bedding, turning his attention to her trunk. Here there would be secrets.
The trunk opened with an alarmingly loud groan, and Ernie glanced frantically to the door, imagining all manner of horror that would soon descend upon him. After a few tense moments, he surveyed the open trunk. His investigation started and promptly froze upon a sheer black bra with tiny embroidered flowers that appeared to have been stuffed amid some scrolls and a jumper. He hooked a strap of the bra with his wand and lifted it cautiously. It was the most delicate and sexy thing he had ever seen. He swallowed, unable to avoid imagining how Hannah might be wearing such an item beneath her starched Oxford at any moment. Well, any moment other than this one. Ernie swallowed with even greater difficulty, imagining what Hannah might or might not be wearing underneath her clothes at this very moment. At times like these he was terribly glad he did well at school despite the way his mind tended to wander. Even though he was a prefect.
Ernie was smiling at his own good fortune, still holding the bra by his wand as Hannah entered the room, her damp hair trailing down the back of a fluffy robe.
"For the love of Merlin, Ernie! What are you doing in here? And why are you holding my bra?" she cried, startled.
"Shit!" Ernie's mind shouted helpfully. He tipped his wand down so the bra slid off, dropping back into her trunk. He started to back up, stopping when he ran into a wall. "I was just looking for you! I couldn't find you anywhere and hadn't seen you since Defense yesterday. I never go this long without seeing you and was worried!!" Ernie really hoped Hannah wasn't the sort of girl who would hex an unwelcome intruder. She hadn't cursed him yet, and that was a good sign.
"So you sneaked into my dorm?" Hannah inquired, bemused. She walked to her bed and sat down in the middle of it, wrapping herself into a terrycloth ball.
"I was worried," Ernie repeated, approaching her cautiously. "I didn't even see you at breakfast, and we always have breakfast together."
Hannah patted the top of her bed, signaling Ernie to join her. "I've been upset," she told him quietly.
Ernie sat gingerly on the bed next to her. "Will you tell me why?" he asked. "I might be able to help."
Hannah dropped her head into the towel cocoon. Ernie was barely able to catch her whisper, "I got a P on my practice NEWT in Defense."
"A P??!!" Ernie tried unsuccessfully to mask his astonishment. Amending his words hastily when he saw Hannah look up to glare at him, he choked, "that's not such a bad grade. It's only a practice NEWT, after all." He wanted to be helpful, but was unsure how to do it. If he'd gotten a P he would have jumped out the window of the Astronomy Tower.
"I feel like I'm failing Remus," Hannah intoned sadly, a tear welling up in her eye.
Ernie's jaw clenched but he pressed on. "You'd only be failing Professor Lupin if you weren't trying your best. I'll help you get prepared for the real NEWT from now until the spring, if that is what it takes. We can start right now. I'll quiz you. And, I'll do something for you when you get questions right as a reward."
"What are you doing to do?" Hannah smiled a tiny bit, reaching over to her nightstand for a comb and running it through her hair.
Ernie tried to think of something properly rewarding and came up with nothing. "Anything you want?" he offered, wondering what Hannah might make him do.
Hannah grinned genuinely at Ernie. "Well, ask away then."
Ernie thought about the material they'd covered in recent weeks. "What types of spells can be cast without incantations?"
Hannah chewed her lip thoughtfully. "Well," she reasoned, "simple spells, obviously. But more specifically, don't scholars currently speculate that any spell can be cast without an incantation if the caster is fueled by the proper psychological manifestation of the desired outcome?"
Ernie watched her worry her lip, transfixed. He started, realizing she had answered the question several moments ago and was now waiting on him to respond. "That's exactly correct. Except that you might want to include the phrase 'mental incantation' in your answer. It's a key term I suspect Professor Lupin will be looking for." He watched Hannah nod at this minor addendum. "Now, what do you want me to do?"
Hannah watched Ernie wait nervously, his fingers absently pulling at threads on the blanket. "I want you to loosen your tie and collar. Relax a bit."
He smiled, visibly relieved she hadn't suggested something humiliating or complicated. "I can do that." He un-knotted his tie, letting the ends fall loosely down either side of his collar and undid the top two buttons. "Next question. True or False, an animagus who takes on the form of a dark creature is punishable by laws that govern such creatures if apprehended by magical authorities?"
Hannah's eyes widened, responding slowly. "I am going to say False. I believe an animagus can be held accountable for breaking both human and animal laws if prosecuted by a magical court."
Ernie squeezed her knee through the robe. "That's exactly correct! And it was something of a trick question, as well. You're doing really well so far. I'm sure that practice NEWT just caught you on a bad day." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "What do you want me to do, now?"
Hannah flushed pleasantly. "Oh, I was thinking you might give me a kiss."
Ernie smirked at this request. "Gladly." He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly to hers, capturing her upper lip quickly and then brushing his lips across her mouth gently in parting.
Hannah hummed contentedly, and Ernie began to feel particularly pleased with himself for making this trip up the stairs. "Right then. Next. Which is considered a more disabling hex, Jelly-Legs or Tarantallegra?"
"Tarantallegra?" Hannah guessed.
"That's right, but do you know why?" Ernie countered.
"I have no idea. But really, how could Tarantallegra not be worse than something called Jelly-Legs?" Hannah reasoned.
Ernie sighed. "Tarantallegra bends the entire nervous system from the lower portion of the spine down to the will of the caster while Jelly-Legs merely immobilizes the target. Not to mention that it's far more embarrassing to be forced to dance than to just go limp."
"Well, I didn't know embarrassment was a factor in the evaluation," Hannah huffed. "Did my answer still count?"
"Yes, I'll allow that one," Ernie said, generously. "What will you have me do now?"
"I want you to kiss me like you don't think I'm going to break," Hannah said quickly, as though she had been waiting for the opportunity.
Ernie gaped at her. "I don't kiss you like you're going to break! I kiss you reverently! I kiss you the way a nice girl should be kissed." He'd always thought he was kissing her properly, but perhaps 'proper' wasn't the sort of word that should describe a kiss.
"Maybe I don't always want to be a nice girl." Hannah said, her eyes narrowed. "I don't want you to revere me. I want you to kiss me. Don't hold anything back."
Ernie paused, for a moment, then leaned in. "Right then," he whispered before crushing his mouth to hers. He tried to forget about being a good boyfriend, and to be real rather than right. He parted her lips roughly and pushed his tongue between her teeth as he gathered her up in his arms. To his utter amazement, he felt Hannah most decidedly suck on his tongue. He felt a deep growl well up within him and disengaged his mouth from hers to stare her full in the face.
"I think I've been afraid to let go with you, Hannah," he panted. "I don't want to wreck this thing we have, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop."
"Don't stop," Hannah murmured, taking a hold of each end of his tie with both hands, pulling his neck and chest to her face. "You have to do what I say, remember?"
"You have to earn it," Ernie rumbled, feeling her lips press against his voice box and lower. He reached for the tie to her robe and rested his hands on the knot, waiting for a signal.
"I think I've earned something nice, I've been fretting about that silly grade since yesterday," Hannah retorted, placing her hands on his and pulling the ties apart.
Ernie pulled her by the waist until she straddled his hips as he fell back to rest on the bed. The flaps of her robe fell open and framed his entire field of vision. Her skin was pink from the bath and she seemed to be exuding waves of heat. She watched his eyes devour her and shivered.
"You are brilliant and lovely and I can't believe you're real."
She arched forward slightly, seeming to strain against the very air. "Show, don't tell, Ernest."
He thought he had never seen her so beautiful, hot and wanton here in his arms. He wanted to pepper ever inch of her body with tiny perfect kisses. He wanted to fuck her brains right out of her skull. He passed his hand down her shoulder to cup her breast, his index and middle fingers drawing together to tweak the hardened nub. He reached around to hold her backside steady as he drew his hand down from her breast to questioningly dip within her folds.
She bit her lip and thrust against his fingers, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, untucking it from his trousers and pushing the fabric aside.
He swirled his fingers around her clit, building a slow but steady rhythm. Occasionally, he would enter her with one, then two fingers. She ground against his hand and moaned, her fingers darting in unrecognizable dance steps across his bare torso, scratching him with her fingernails one minute, barely caressing him the next.
He opened his mouth to tell her how amazing she looked, but she silenced his words with a finger. He licked at the digit, drawing it into his mouth. Silently, he bore his eyes into hers whenever she was able to stop tossing her head from side to side and focus on him.
He could hear a bird chirp faintly outside the window except when her stifled panting cut through the distant warble.
She gasped suddenly, her body shaking with tremors he could feel through his fingers as her walls clenched. She was biting down on her lip and her eyes were watery. She said nothing, her breathing erratic as he slowly withdrew his fingers after the quaking ceased. He looked at the glistening moisture on his fingers and tasted it experimentally, eyeing her as he did so.
Her chin trembled and she kissed him frantically, her body collapsing against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her frame beneath the robe as it fell over them like a blanket.
"I love you so much, Hannah," he rasped against her lips.
"I know you do," she quietly responded. "You're just so very earnest sometimes. It's hard to process. But in such a wonderful way." She closed her eyes and burrowed her head in his neck.
"With you, I don't know how to be anything else," he murmured softly, smoothing his hand up and down her back and pausing to kiss her forehead.
"I love you for it," she whispered, relaxing sleepily in his embrace.
He smiled, gratified. He looked up at the ceiling, wondering how many more moments he'd have before someone banged on the door. Probably not very many.
"Hannah love?"
"hmm?"
"I've got to go. Someone's bound to want in here eventually," he told her. He reluctantly withdrew and wrapped her up in the robe securely.
"Just finish your nap and I'll see you later at dinner, all right?" He smoothed her hair across the pillow and buttoned his Oxford back up, trying to resume some sense of an ordered appearance.
"mmmkay. Thanks for quizzing. feel better now," she breathed, mostly asleep.
He smiled and bent to kiss her once more before drawing the bed curtains closed. On his way out of the room he nicked the tantalizing black bra from the top of her trunk and shoved it into his pocket. Now more than ever it reminded him of her. It was black and sexy, but those little embroidered flowers were there too. The combination drove him mad. He'd use it somehow the next time they quizzed each other, he reasoned. Best to nab it now.
Just in case.
Rating: R to soft NC-17
Summary: The rewards of study are many.
Ships: Ernie/Hannah
Word count: 2475
Note: Would take place after the practice DADA NEWT, except it is AU and the DADA quiz answers are total fiction.
Ernie Macmillan had spent the better part of four years figuring out how to get up the stairs to the girls dorms. He used a combination of a levitation spell and some rope lassoed to the top of the banister. He'd tested this technique in secret a few weeks back but had never actually used it to access the hallowed female zone. It seemed like a useful skill to have.
Just in case.
He had been looking for Hannah Abbott for the better part of an hour. She wasn't in the Great Hall or the library. He checked the common room and even ran down to the quidditch pitch, where he discovered two sixth years locked in a passionate clinch and had to deduct ten points for public indecency. Really, Ernie mused, if one is going to be indecent, one ought to do it privately.
Slightly sweaty from the fruitless trip down to the pitch, he redoubled his efforts to find her. He finally decided to sneak up to her dorm. He figured he could play the "prefect" card if anyone spotted him. He loved doing that.
He successfully navigated the trick steps and stopped before the 7th year door. So like his own, yet it held such mystery. He knocked tentatively, and when no one answered, he opened the door a crack. If he'd gone to all the trouble of sneaking in, the least he could do was check out the room.
Finding the room devoid of all girls and feeling slightly miffed that this supreme effort had still not yielded Hannah's presence, Ernie made his way through the room to what had to be Hannah's bed. It was made, but the blankets were mussed as though someone had flopped on top of the coverlet, and a small bear with one arm missing sat defiantly atop a buttercream pillow with an "H" embroidered across it. The bed curtains smelled faintly of wildflowers. Ernie smiled and straightened the bedding, turning his attention to her trunk. Here there would be secrets.
The trunk opened with an alarmingly loud groan, and Ernie glanced frantically to the door, imagining all manner of horror that would soon descend upon him. After a few tense moments, he surveyed the open trunk. His investigation started and promptly froze upon a sheer black bra with tiny embroidered flowers that appeared to have been stuffed amid some scrolls and a jumper. He hooked a strap of the bra with his wand and lifted it cautiously. It was the most delicate and sexy thing he had ever seen. He swallowed, unable to avoid imagining how Hannah might be wearing such an item beneath her starched Oxford at any moment. Well, any moment other than this one. Ernie swallowed with even greater difficulty, imagining what Hannah might or might not be wearing underneath her clothes at this very moment. At times like these he was terribly glad he did well at school despite the way his mind tended to wander. Even though he was a prefect.
Ernie was smiling at his own good fortune, still holding the bra by his wand as Hannah entered the room, her damp hair trailing down the back of a fluffy robe.
"For the love of Merlin, Ernie! What are you doing in here? And why are you holding my bra?" she cried, startled.
"Shit!" Ernie's mind shouted helpfully. He tipped his wand down so the bra slid off, dropping back into her trunk. He started to back up, stopping when he ran into a wall. "I was just looking for you! I couldn't find you anywhere and hadn't seen you since Defense yesterday. I never go this long without seeing you and was worried!!" Ernie really hoped Hannah wasn't the sort of girl who would hex an unwelcome intruder. She hadn't cursed him yet, and that was a good sign.
"So you sneaked into my dorm?" Hannah inquired, bemused. She walked to her bed and sat down in the middle of it, wrapping herself into a terrycloth ball.
"I was worried," Ernie repeated, approaching her cautiously. "I didn't even see you at breakfast, and we always have breakfast together."
Hannah patted the top of her bed, signaling Ernie to join her. "I've been upset," she told him quietly.
Ernie sat gingerly on the bed next to her. "Will you tell me why?" he asked. "I might be able to help."
Hannah dropped her head into the towel cocoon. Ernie was barely able to catch her whisper, "I got a P on my practice NEWT in Defense."
"A P??!!" Ernie tried unsuccessfully to mask his astonishment. Amending his words hastily when he saw Hannah look up to glare at him, he choked, "that's not such a bad grade. It's only a practice NEWT, after all." He wanted to be helpful, but was unsure how to do it. If he'd gotten a P he would have jumped out the window of the Astronomy Tower.
"I feel like I'm failing Remus," Hannah intoned sadly, a tear welling up in her eye.
Ernie's jaw clenched but he pressed on. "You'd only be failing Professor Lupin if you weren't trying your best. I'll help you get prepared for the real NEWT from now until the spring, if that is what it takes. We can start right now. I'll quiz you. And, I'll do something for you when you get questions right as a reward."
"What are you doing to do?" Hannah smiled a tiny bit, reaching over to her nightstand for a comb and running it through her hair.
Ernie tried to think of something properly rewarding and came up with nothing. "Anything you want?" he offered, wondering what Hannah might make him do.
Hannah grinned genuinely at Ernie. "Well, ask away then."
Ernie thought about the material they'd covered in recent weeks. "What types of spells can be cast without incantations?"
Hannah chewed her lip thoughtfully. "Well," she reasoned, "simple spells, obviously. But more specifically, don't scholars currently speculate that any spell can be cast without an incantation if the caster is fueled by the proper psychological manifestation of the desired outcome?"
Ernie watched her worry her lip, transfixed. He started, realizing she had answered the question several moments ago and was now waiting on him to respond. "That's exactly correct. Except that you might want to include the phrase 'mental incantation' in your answer. It's a key term I suspect Professor Lupin will be looking for." He watched Hannah nod at this minor addendum. "Now, what do you want me to do?"
Hannah watched Ernie wait nervously, his fingers absently pulling at threads on the blanket. "I want you to loosen your tie and collar. Relax a bit."
He smiled, visibly relieved she hadn't suggested something humiliating or complicated. "I can do that." He un-knotted his tie, letting the ends fall loosely down either side of his collar and undid the top two buttons. "Next question. True or False, an animagus who takes on the form of a dark creature is punishable by laws that govern such creatures if apprehended by magical authorities?"
Hannah's eyes widened, responding slowly. "I am going to say False. I believe an animagus can be held accountable for breaking both human and animal laws if prosecuted by a magical court."
Ernie squeezed her knee through the robe. "That's exactly correct! And it was something of a trick question, as well. You're doing really well so far. I'm sure that practice NEWT just caught you on a bad day." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "What do you want me to do, now?"
Hannah flushed pleasantly. "Oh, I was thinking you might give me a kiss."
Ernie smirked at this request. "Gladly." He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly to hers, capturing her upper lip quickly and then brushing his lips across her mouth gently in parting.
Hannah hummed contentedly, and Ernie began to feel particularly pleased with himself for making this trip up the stairs. "Right then. Next. Which is considered a more disabling hex, Jelly-Legs or Tarantallegra?"
"Tarantallegra?" Hannah guessed.
"That's right, but do you know why?" Ernie countered.
"I have no idea. But really, how could Tarantallegra not be worse than something called Jelly-Legs?" Hannah reasoned.
Ernie sighed. "Tarantallegra bends the entire nervous system from the lower portion of the spine down to the will of the caster while Jelly-Legs merely immobilizes the target. Not to mention that it's far more embarrassing to be forced to dance than to just go limp."
"Well, I didn't know embarrassment was a factor in the evaluation," Hannah huffed. "Did my answer still count?"
"Yes, I'll allow that one," Ernie said, generously. "What will you have me do now?"
"I want you to kiss me like you don't think I'm going to break," Hannah said quickly, as though she had been waiting for the opportunity.
Ernie gaped at her. "I don't kiss you like you're going to break! I kiss you reverently! I kiss you the way a nice girl should be kissed." He'd always thought he was kissing her properly, but perhaps 'proper' wasn't the sort of word that should describe a kiss.
"Maybe I don't always want to be a nice girl." Hannah said, her eyes narrowed. "I don't want you to revere me. I want you to kiss me. Don't hold anything back."
Ernie paused, for a moment, then leaned in. "Right then," he whispered before crushing his mouth to hers. He tried to forget about being a good boyfriend, and to be real rather than right. He parted her lips roughly and pushed his tongue between her teeth as he gathered her up in his arms. To his utter amazement, he felt Hannah most decidedly suck on his tongue. He felt a deep growl well up within him and disengaged his mouth from hers to stare her full in the face.
"I think I've been afraid to let go with you, Hannah," he panted. "I don't want to wreck this thing we have, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop."
"Don't stop," Hannah murmured, taking a hold of each end of his tie with both hands, pulling his neck and chest to her face. "You have to do what I say, remember?"
"You have to earn it," Ernie rumbled, feeling her lips press against his voice box and lower. He reached for the tie to her robe and rested his hands on the knot, waiting for a signal.
"I think I've earned something nice, I've been fretting about that silly grade since yesterday," Hannah retorted, placing her hands on his and pulling the ties apart.
Ernie pulled her by the waist until she straddled his hips as he fell back to rest on the bed. The flaps of her robe fell open and framed his entire field of vision. Her skin was pink from the bath and she seemed to be exuding waves of heat. She watched his eyes devour her and shivered.
"You are brilliant and lovely and I can't believe you're real."
She arched forward slightly, seeming to strain against the very air. "Show, don't tell, Ernest."
He thought he had never seen her so beautiful, hot and wanton here in his arms. He wanted to pepper ever inch of her body with tiny perfect kisses. He wanted to fuck her brains right out of her skull. He passed his hand down her shoulder to cup her breast, his index and middle fingers drawing together to tweak the hardened nub. He reached around to hold her backside steady as he drew his hand down from her breast to questioningly dip within her folds.
She bit her lip and thrust against his fingers, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, untucking it from his trousers and pushing the fabric aside.
He swirled his fingers around her clit, building a slow but steady rhythm. Occasionally, he would enter her with one, then two fingers. She ground against his hand and moaned, her fingers darting in unrecognizable dance steps across his bare torso, scratching him with her fingernails one minute, barely caressing him the next.
He opened his mouth to tell her how amazing she looked, but she silenced his words with a finger. He licked at the digit, drawing it into his mouth. Silently, he bore his eyes into hers whenever she was able to stop tossing her head from side to side and focus on him.
He could hear a bird chirp faintly outside the window except when her stifled panting cut through the distant warble.
She gasped suddenly, her body shaking with tremors he could feel through his fingers as her walls clenched. She was biting down on her lip and her eyes were watery. She said nothing, her breathing erratic as he slowly withdrew his fingers after the quaking ceased. He looked at the glistening moisture on his fingers and tasted it experimentally, eyeing her as he did so.
Her chin trembled and she kissed him frantically, her body collapsing against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her frame beneath the robe as it fell over them like a blanket.
"I love you so much, Hannah," he rasped against her lips.
"I know you do," she quietly responded. "You're just so very earnest sometimes. It's hard to process. But in such a wonderful way." She closed her eyes and burrowed her head in his neck.
"With you, I don't know how to be anything else," he murmured softly, smoothing his hand up and down her back and pausing to kiss her forehead.
"I love you for it," she whispered, relaxing sleepily in his embrace.
He smiled, gratified. He looked up at the ceiling, wondering how many more moments he'd have before someone banged on the door. Probably not very many.
"Hannah love?"
"hmm?"
"I've got to go. Someone's bound to want in here eventually," he told her. He reluctantly withdrew and wrapped her up in the robe securely.
"Just finish your nap and I'll see you later at dinner, all right?" He smoothed her hair across the pillow and buttoned his Oxford back up, trying to resume some sense of an ordered appearance.
"mmmkay. Thanks for quizzing. feel better now," she breathed, mostly asleep.
He smiled and bent to kiss her once more before drawing the bed curtains closed. On his way out of the room he nicked the tantalizing black bra from the top of her trunk and shoved it into his pocket. Now more than ever it reminded him of her. It was black and sexy, but those little embroidered flowers were there too. The combination drove him mad. He'd use it somehow the next time they quizzed each other, he reasoned. Best to nab it now.
Just in case.