FIC: "Tutoring" for violetion
Title: Tutoring
Author/Artist: ???
Recipient's name: violetion
Characters/Pairings: Padma/Pansy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Getting a crush on Pansy bloody Parkinson was not supposed to happen. At all.
Notes: Thanks to M for the thorough beta and the immense help, and to B for dealing with me. This fic would've never gotten written without them. Hope you like this, violetion.
Padma yawns. She holds up her lit-up wand and scans the hallway ahead, but there's nothing except portraits irritated at being disturbed.
Padma hates patrolling the hallways. It's lonely and monotonous. The only person she ever sees on her route is Pansy Parkinson, who also has patrol duty on Wednesday nights. They cross each other's paths in this 2nd floor hallway.
Padma looks ahead, and sure enough, Pansy appears around the corner. She's hard to see by just their wand light and the dim, flickering torchlight. She seems to shimmer, like a dream, like she isn't real. Padma watches her approach, her stomach flipping a little. It's just curiosity, she reassures herself.
But there's something else. Pansy intrigues her. Pansy is everything Padma isn't.
Padma is neat and clean, her hair pulled back in a chaste bun, her shirt still tucked in, her eyes hiding behind glasses.
Pansy's short black hair falls in her face, her skirt is rolled up too short, her shirt is unbuttoned too low, her heals are too high. She watches Padma with dark, dark eyes, and a slight smirk on her lips. When they're just in front of each other, Pansy says a dry, sarcastic "Hey, Patil," like she always does.
"Hi, Pansy," Padma replies crisply, like she always does, and then they're past each other, alone again.
Padma wishes her heart would stop pounding minutes afterwards. And that night, she has fuzzy dreams of Pansy and torchlight and hands and mouths and skin. She wakes up and curses at her fantasies, and blushes when a dorm-mate asks about her dream.
*
It's worse seeing Pansy in the day. She's reminded that Pansy is not just a figment of her imagination, but a vulgar, bitchy Slytherin girl. Pansy is always leaning across desks and tables to whisper into the ear of one of her friends, and bursting into high-pitched laughter, most likely at someone else's expense.
Getting a crush on Pansy bloody Parkinson was not supposed to happen. At all.
Padma does her best to avoid Pansy and concentrate on her studies. Now that Hermione Granger is gone with Potter, there's a frantic race to see who would graduate best in the class. Padma has a very good chance. Studystudystudy, the walls of Hogwarts seem to whisper at her, and so she spends a great deal of her time in the library, her eyes scanning pages of book after book, her quill scratching across long rolls of parchment.
It also helps to take her mind off of…other matters.
*
That is, until Professor Vector asks to speak to Padma after Arithmancy class.
"What? You want me to tutor…her?!"
"Is there a problem, Miss Patil?"
"No! Of course not. I'll…I'll do it."
*
Padma finds Pansy sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, filing her nails, looking bored. A textbook is open in front of Pansy, but she isn't making any effort to read it. Padma glares at the site, and slams her books down across from Pansy.
Pansy looks up from her nails. "What's the big idea, Patil?"
"I've been asked to tutor you." Padma sits down, ignoring the stares from Slytherins further down the table.
"Excuse me?" Pansy demands.
"I'm your Arithmancy tutor now," Padma says calmly.
"I don't need a fucking tutor, Patil," Pansy hisses, looking horrified.
Padma gives her a hard look. "From what Professor Vector told me, I'd say that yes, you do need one, badly. And you can start by actually read the book -" In a swift motion, Padma grabs Pansy's wrist with one hand, and the nail file with the other - "…instead of filing your nails." Padma holds the nail file away from Pansy, grinning.
Pansy simply looks down at Padma's hand around her wrist, and back up at her. She raises her eyebrows, her lips twisting upwards in amusement.
Padma's face flushes and she drops Pansy's hand quickly. God! She doesn't KNOW, does she?
"Fine," Padma says, her voice shaky. "Fine." She stands up and starts to get her books in order. "If you don't want a tutor, you can fail the class. I really don't care."
"Wait," Pansy says, and Padma stares. "I can't fail," Pansy says, sounding almost desperate, pleading. "My parents will…not approve," she mumbles, looking down.
Padma eyes her for a moment, then sighs and sits back down. "Very well. I guess we can start by going over last night's homework."
Pansy blinks. "We had homework?"
Padma groans.
*
Tutoring sessions continue, a few times a week. Under Padma's direction, Pansy makes slow yet steady progress. She starts passing tests and turning in homework and actually understanding the concepts. Their study sessions are tolerable, as long as Padma keeps the table in between them and thinks in teacher-mode, not teenager-with-hormones mode.
She has a vague feeling that Pansy purposely tries to fluster her: purposely lets her hand brush against Padma's, purposely leans in close. Or maybe Padma is just hyper-aware of Pansy. She can't tell anymore.
*
It's Wednesday patrolling duty several weeks after Padma started tutoring Pansy. Padma approaches the 2nd floor corridor, biting her lip nervously. She doesn't know what to expect.
She turns the corner and notices that Pansy isn't there. She continues walking, staring ahead, but Pansy never appears around the corner.
This is odd, Padma thinks. Pansy has never been late before. Padma slumps against the wall, crossing her arms, and waits. She's not sure why she is waiting. She looks out the window absently, and notices that the grounds are covered in mist. It looks like it's going to rain. Padma loves rain. She presses her forehead against the glass for a better look.
It's then that she notices a small lone figure on the grounds. Padma squints, trying to see through the darkness and mist. The figure is looking up at the heavens, its palms extended upward, apparently waiting for the rain. The wind blows through short hair and a short skirt.
"Pansy," Padma breathes, and she shakes her head. Pansy could get into huge trouble. I better go get her inside before someone sees her, Padma decides. She makes her way towards the Entrance Hall. The great oak door is cracked open, held in place by a brick. Padma rolls her eyes, but she leaves the brick there when she closes the heavy door.
She steps out into the courtyard. The night air is chilly, and Padma wishes she had brought a cloak. The mist causes her glasses to fog up a bit, and she wipes them off. She pauses for a second, wondering why she is out here, wondering why she had to follow Pansy. She's going to think I'm an idiot.
Still, Padma starts heading in Pansy's direction, holding her lit-up wand in front of her. There's no turning back now.
She sees Pansy ahead and approaches cautiously. Pansy is staring up at the sky, waiting. She looks thoughtful, pensive, a side of Pansy that Padma has never seen. Padma stares at her and her feet continue walking closer automatically.
Padma steps on a stick, and the small crack makes Pansy jump and look around. Pansy spots her.
"What do you want, Patil?" Pansy asks suspiciously. "Come to give me a detention?"
"No," Padma says, staring down at her shoes.
The wind blows harder and rattles through the trees, and it starts to drizzle.
"It's going to rain, you know," Pansy says.
"I've noticed," says Padma sarcastically, folding her arms. She meets Pansy's eyes defiantly, and they're silent for a few moments. They are getting more and more wet. The rain is cold, yet refreshing.
It starts to rain harder, and harder. The rain pounds on the ground, and it is hard to see through the downpour. Padma takes off her glasses and wipes them off, but they just get wet again, so she gives up and sticks them in her pocket.
She steps closer to Pansy to see her better: Pansy has closed her eyes and thrown her head back, welcoming the rain. A content smile is on her lips. This is what she was waiting for.
Padma looks at Pansy's pale, exposed neck almost hungrily. She's getting wet, the rain soaking through her vest, her shirt, and running down her skin. Pansy's clothes are clinging to her tightly as well.
Padma's bun is soaked and heavy, so she pulls her hair band out and her hair tumbles down to the middle of her back. She feels better, liberated, with her hair down.
Pansy is staring at her. "You should wear your hair down more, instead of in that bun all the time."
Padma blushes then, and Pansy steps closer to her. Padma is frozen, her eyes wide, and Pansy's face is right in front of hers. Pansy's breathing has gone shallow. Padma swallows, slowly, and wonders if this is real, or just another dream. It's hard to see her through the darkness, through the curtain of rain.
"Why do you hide your pretty eyes behind those glasses?"
"I - er -" She is turning red but she can't look away. She licks her lips, panicking.
"You're quite obvious, Patil, you know that?"
And then Pansy is kissing her roughly. Padma doesn't know what to do so she freezes, her mouth unmoving, her hands hanging limply at her sides. Pansy pulls away. "What's wrong?"
"I've…never really done this before," Padma admits, flushing.
Pansy's mouth twists upwards. "Patil, don't you think it's about time I tutor you?"
"Er…" Padma says.
"Just relax," Pansy whispers, and she leans forward, her lips brushing against Padma's. "Relax. Tilt your head a bit. That's it. Open your mouth," she murmurs against Padma's lips, and Padma obeys. Pansy slips her tongue into Padma's mouth, and Padma gasps.
Pansy tastes like rain. Padma wants more; this isn't enough. Her tongue pushes against Pansy's and slides into Pansy's mouth, and Pansy gasps in surprise. Then it's fierce; their mouths open together, their teeth clash and their noses bump. Pansy's hand threads through Padma's hair, pulling her closer, and rain slides down their faces. Padma can't breathe so she pulls away, her breath heaving.
"You have to breathe through your nose," Pansy explains, though she's panting too. "And do something with your hands."
Obediently, Padma's hands grab Pansy's shoulders, and they're kissing again, pressed against each other. Pansy's hands slide over Padma's wet skin: her arms, her cheeks, and Padma moans. She is shaky, and the wet ground is slippery, and she's about to lose her balance.
Pansy notices, and stops. "Sit down," she commands, and they sit down, staring at each other through the rain, lust in both of their eyes.
Pansy smirks a bit, and pushes Padma back so she's lying down on the cold, wet ground. Pansy straddles her and smiles down at Padma, a mischievous, seductive smile. Water drips off of Pansy's hair into Padma's face, and she looks so sexy like that. Padma can't believe that this is happening.
Pansy leans down and her mouth is on Padma's neck, sucking and licking, and Pansy's warm body is pressed against her own. Padma moans and squirms. Her hands find Pansy's chest, and it's Pansy's time to moan. "Fuck, you're a fast learner," she gasps.
"Well, I'm nearly best in the class," Padma says huskily, and she pulls Pansy's face to hers, kissing her. Rain beats down on them, all around them, like drums, and they're soaking wet, and Padma knows her back is probably covered in mud, but she doesn't care.
Then thunder claps so loudly the ground shakes, and Pansy and Padma look at each other fearfully.
"Well, we made a lot of progress, but I think that this lesson will have to continue another time," Pansy says seriously.
Padma nods, suppressing a giggle.
"Say, tomorrow at seven in the broom closet by the Charms classroom?"
"Alright," Padma agrees.
Pansy gets up. She offers her hand to Padma and helps her up.
There's a roar of thunder again, and both girls take off sprinting towards Hogwarts, splashing through puddles, elbowing each other. And Padma thinks that this was definitely better than all of her dreams.
Author/Artist: ???
Recipient's name: violetion
Characters/Pairings: Padma/Pansy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Getting a crush on Pansy bloody Parkinson was not supposed to happen. At all.
Notes: Thanks to M for the thorough beta and the immense help, and to B for dealing with me. This fic would've never gotten written without them. Hope you like this, violetion.
Padma yawns. She holds up her lit-up wand and scans the hallway ahead, but there's nothing except portraits irritated at being disturbed.
Padma hates patrolling the hallways. It's lonely and monotonous. The only person she ever sees on her route is Pansy Parkinson, who also has patrol duty on Wednesday nights. They cross each other's paths in this 2nd floor hallway.
Padma looks ahead, and sure enough, Pansy appears around the corner. She's hard to see by just their wand light and the dim, flickering torchlight. She seems to shimmer, like a dream, like she isn't real. Padma watches her approach, her stomach flipping a little. It's just curiosity, she reassures herself.
But there's something else. Pansy intrigues her. Pansy is everything Padma isn't.
Padma is neat and clean, her hair pulled back in a chaste bun, her shirt still tucked in, her eyes hiding behind glasses.
Pansy's short black hair falls in her face, her skirt is rolled up too short, her shirt is unbuttoned too low, her heals are too high. She watches Padma with dark, dark eyes, and a slight smirk on her lips. When they're just in front of each other, Pansy says a dry, sarcastic "Hey, Patil," like she always does.
"Hi, Pansy," Padma replies crisply, like she always does, and then they're past each other, alone again.
Padma wishes her heart would stop pounding minutes afterwards. And that night, she has fuzzy dreams of Pansy and torchlight and hands and mouths and skin. She wakes up and curses at her fantasies, and blushes when a dorm-mate asks about her dream.
*
It's worse seeing Pansy in the day. She's reminded that Pansy is not just a figment of her imagination, but a vulgar, bitchy Slytherin girl. Pansy is always leaning across desks and tables to whisper into the ear of one of her friends, and bursting into high-pitched laughter, most likely at someone else's expense.
Getting a crush on Pansy bloody Parkinson was not supposed to happen. At all.
Padma does her best to avoid Pansy and concentrate on her studies. Now that Hermione Granger is gone with Potter, there's a frantic race to see who would graduate best in the class. Padma has a very good chance. Studystudystudy, the walls of Hogwarts seem to whisper at her, and so she spends a great deal of her time in the library, her eyes scanning pages of book after book, her quill scratching across long rolls of parchment.
It also helps to take her mind off of…other matters.
*
That is, until Professor Vector asks to speak to Padma after Arithmancy class.
"What? You want me to tutor…her?!"
"Is there a problem, Miss Patil?"
"No! Of course not. I'll…I'll do it."
*
Padma finds Pansy sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, filing her nails, looking bored. A textbook is open in front of Pansy, but she isn't making any effort to read it. Padma glares at the site, and slams her books down across from Pansy.
Pansy looks up from her nails. "What's the big idea, Patil?"
"I've been asked to tutor you." Padma sits down, ignoring the stares from Slytherins further down the table.
"Excuse me?" Pansy demands.
"I'm your Arithmancy tutor now," Padma says calmly.
"I don't need a fucking tutor, Patil," Pansy hisses, looking horrified.
Padma gives her a hard look. "From what Professor Vector told me, I'd say that yes, you do need one, badly. And you can start by actually read the book -" In a swift motion, Padma grabs Pansy's wrist with one hand, and the nail file with the other - "…instead of filing your nails." Padma holds the nail file away from Pansy, grinning.
Pansy simply looks down at Padma's hand around her wrist, and back up at her. She raises her eyebrows, her lips twisting upwards in amusement.
Padma's face flushes and she drops Pansy's hand quickly. God! She doesn't KNOW, does she?
"Fine," Padma says, her voice shaky. "Fine." She stands up and starts to get her books in order. "If you don't want a tutor, you can fail the class. I really don't care."
"Wait," Pansy says, and Padma stares. "I can't fail," Pansy says, sounding almost desperate, pleading. "My parents will…not approve," she mumbles, looking down.
Padma eyes her for a moment, then sighs and sits back down. "Very well. I guess we can start by going over last night's homework."
Pansy blinks. "We had homework?"
Padma groans.
*
Tutoring sessions continue, a few times a week. Under Padma's direction, Pansy makes slow yet steady progress. She starts passing tests and turning in homework and actually understanding the concepts. Their study sessions are tolerable, as long as Padma keeps the table in between them and thinks in teacher-mode, not teenager-with-hormones mode.
She has a vague feeling that Pansy purposely tries to fluster her: purposely lets her hand brush against Padma's, purposely leans in close. Or maybe Padma is just hyper-aware of Pansy. She can't tell anymore.
*
It's Wednesday patrolling duty several weeks after Padma started tutoring Pansy. Padma approaches the 2nd floor corridor, biting her lip nervously. She doesn't know what to expect.
She turns the corner and notices that Pansy isn't there. She continues walking, staring ahead, but Pansy never appears around the corner.
This is odd, Padma thinks. Pansy has never been late before. Padma slumps against the wall, crossing her arms, and waits. She's not sure why she is waiting. She looks out the window absently, and notices that the grounds are covered in mist. It looks like it's going to rain. Padma loves rain. She presses her forehead against the glass for a better look.
It's then that she notices a small lone figure on the grounds. Padma squints, trying to see through the darkness and mist. The figure is looking up at the heavens, its palms extended upward, apparently waiting for the rain. The wind blows through short hair and a short skirt.
"Pansy," Padma breathes, and she shakes her head. Pansy could get into huge trouble. I better go get her inside before someone sees her, Padma decides. She makes her way towards the Entrance Hall. The great oak door is cracked open, held in place by a brick. Padma rolls her eyes, but she leaves the brick there when she closes the heavy door.
She steps out into the courtyard. The night air is chilly, and Padma wishes she had brought a cloak. The mist causes her glasses to fog up a bit, and she wipes them off. She pauses for a second, wondering why she is out here, wondering why she had to follow Pansy. She's going to think I'm an idiot.
Still, Padma starts heading in Pansy's direction, holding her lit-up wand in front of her. There's no turning back now.
She sees Pansy ahead and approaches cautiously. Pansy is staring up at the sky, waiting. She looks thoughtful, pensive, a side of Pansy that Padma has never seen. Padma stares at her and her feet continue walking closer automatically.
Padma steps on a stick, and the small crack makes Pansy jump and look around. Pansy spots her.
"What do you want, Patil?" Pansy asks suspiciously. "Come to give me a detention?"
"No," Padma says, staring down at her shoes.
The wind blows harder and rattles through the trees, and it starts to drizzle.
"It's going to rain, you know," Pansy says.
"I've noticed," says Padma sarcastically, folding her arms. She meets Pansy's eyes defiantly, and they're silent for a few moments. They are getting more and more wet. The rain is cold, yet refreshing.
It starts to rain harder, and harder. The rain pounds on the ground, and it is hard to see through the downpour. Padma takes off her glasses and wipes them off, but they just get wet again, so she gives up and sticks them in her pocket.
She steps closer to Pansy to see her better: Pansy has closed her eyes and thrown her head back, welcoming the rain. A content smile is on her lips. This is what she was waiting for.
Padma looks at Pansy's pale, exposed neck almost hungrily. She's getting wet, the rain soaking through her vest, her shirt, and running down her skin. Pansy's clothes are clinging to her tightly as well.
Padma's bun is soaked and heavy, so she pulls her hair band out and her hair tumbles down to the middle of her back. She feels better, liberated, with her hair down.
Pansy is staring at her. "You should wear your hair down more, instead of in that bun all the time."
Padma blushes then, and Pansy steps closer to her. Padma is frozen, her eyes wide, and Pansy's face is right in front of hers. Pansy's breathing has gone shallow. Padma swallows, slowly, and wonders if this is real, or just another dream. It's hard to see her through the darkness, through the curtain of rain.
"Why do you hide your pretty eyes behind those glasses?"
"I - er -" She is turning red but she can't look away. She licks her lips, panicking.
"You're quite obvious, Patil, you know that?"
And then Pansy is kissing her roughly. Padma doesn't know what to do so she freezes, her mouth unmoving, her hands hanging limply at her sides. Pansy pulls away. "What's wrong?"
"I've…never really done this before," Padma admits, flushing.
Pansy's mouth twists upwards. "Patil, don't you think it's about time I tutor you?"
"Er…" Padma says.
"Just relax," Pansy whispers, and she leans forward, her lips brushing against Padma's. "Relax. Tilt your head a bit. That's it. Open your mouth," she murmurs against Padma's lips, and Padma obeys. Pansy slips her tongue into Padma's mouth, and Padma gasps.
Pansy tastes like rain. Padma wants more; this isn't enough. Her tongue pushes against Pansy's and slides into Pansy's mouth, and Pansy gasps in surprise. Then it's fierce; their mouths open together, their teeth clash and their noses bump. Pansy's hand threads through Padma's hair, pulling her closer, and rain slides down their faces. Padma can't breathe so she pulls away, her breath heaving.
"You have to breathe through your nose," Pansy explains, though she's panting too. "And do something with your hands."
Obediently, Padma's hands grab Pansy's shoulders, and they're kissing again, pressed against each other. Pansy's hands slide over Padma's wet skin: her arms, her cheeks, and Padma moans. She is shaky, and the wet ground is slippery, and she's about to lose her balance.
Pansy notices, and stops. "Sit down," she commands, and they sit down, staring at each other through the rain, lust in both of their eyes.
Pansy smirks a bit, and pushes Padma back so she's lying down on the cold, wet ground. Pansy straddles her and smiles down at Padma, a mischievous, seductive smile. Water drips off of Pansy's hair into Padma's face, and she looks so sexy like that. Padma can't believe that this is happening.
Pansy leans down and her mouth is on Padma's neck, sucking and licking, and Pansy's warm body is pressed against her own. Padma moans and squirms. Her hands find Pansy's chest, and it's Pansy's time to moan. "Fuck, you're a fast learner," she gasps.
"Well, I'm nearly best in the class," Padma says huskily, and she pulls Pansy's face to hers, kissing her. Rain beats down on them, all around them, like drums, and they're soaking wet, and Padma knows her back is probably covered in mud, but she doesn't care.
Then thunder claps so loudly the ground shakes, and Pansy and Padma look at each other fearfully.
"Well, we made a lot of progress, but I think that this lesson will have to continue another time," Pansy says seriously.
Padma nods, suppressing a giggle.
"Say, tomorrow at seven in the broom closet by the Charms classroom?"
"Alright," Padma agrees.
Pansy gets up. She offers her hand to Padma and helps her up.
There's a roar of thunder again, and both girls take off sprinting towards Hogwarts, splashing through puddles, elbowing each other. And Padma thinks that this was definitely better than all of her dreams.