The Mysterious Glowing Plant (1.1)
Title: Gryffindor's Greatest Diva
Author: sylvia_mystery
Paring: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17 Sex and Swearing
Length: Around 5,000
Spoilers: Up to Season 2 of Glee Episode 22 "New York"; All Harry Potter books to be safe
Summary: Crossover: Glee/Harry Potter. Prompt: Ravenclaw! Quinn and Gryffindor! Rachel have Herbology class together at Hogwarts. They are assigned as partners on a project, much to their displeasure, and go to the greenhouse one evening to work on it. They find a strange glowing plant there and observe it with interest. Quinn touches it, despite Rachel's warnings about the dangers of magical plants and when nothing happens she convinces Rachel to stop being a wuss and touch it also. They work on their project until Quinn starts feeling strange. Rachel tells her to suck it up until she starts feeling the same way. They both try to continue working as they stew in their own arousal and embarrassment. Eventually they both become so horny that they jump each other and have a sex marathon until they both pass out.
Bonus if a class/ the herbology professor comes in in the morning and finds them passed out naked on the floor of the greenhouse.
A/N: Um so this is the first story I've ever written and I'm super nervous about putting it out there. Also, I'm a science major so yeah, English was never a focus after the freshman intro class lol. If there are all kinds of comma errors or tense issues that bother you, point me to a good proof-reader (or beta? is that what they are called?) Also, I don't know how to post this all in one whack because it says "error the entry is to big" so I just linked the second part at the end.
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It wasn’t that Quinn didn’t like herbology, she just thought this project was complete bollocks. Not only did they have to research some crusty old wizard and demonstrate his significant contributions to the class via joint presentation, but she also had the unfortunate luck of working with Gryffindor’s greatest diva.
One Rachel Berry was currently humming a show tune from some muggle play while absentmindedly (annoyingly) tapping her quill to the beat.
Quinn took a few deep breaths before smacking her forehead against the cluttered desk. This was useless; they would never get this stupid report done if they didn’t find the book Professor Sprout had “supposedly” left out for them.
Upon reaching the greenhouse, they were to enter Sprout’s office and grab the volume from her desk. But after diligently searching the entire office for over half an hour with no sign of the book, they gave up and sat down to figure out where to go from there. Since it was about 8:00 in the evening, Sprout had gone home for the night, and it was too late to owl and receive a timely reply.
“It must be here somewhere or else she wouldn’t have sent us,” Quinn mumbled from her face planted position.
Rachel huffed. “If you had carefully inquired the exact location Professor Sprout was to place the book, we would most definitely have retrieved it by now, and been on our way back to the library to complete this assignment.”
“She said it she’d leave it on the corner of This. Specific. Desk, Rachel…”
“Still, if you had properly ask-”
“RACHEL!”
Quinn was becoming increasingly perturbed with this situation, and Rachel’s incessant criticism was not helping. It was bad enough she had to listen to the girl an entire lab period, but having to endure it after school as well?
The quidditch captain pinched the bridge of her nose. What I wouldn’t give for a butter beer about now… She needed come up with something to get them out of this cramped little office, if only for a few minutes.
“Aha!” she chimed, making Rachel jump. “Maybe she forgot all about leaving it out for us, and it’s still in one of the other rooms where she keeps it,” Quinn said as she walked across the hall into the nearest greenhouse.
“What?! Quinn! We aren’t even supposed to be in here this late! We could get in all kinds of trouble for trespass-”
“Trespassing? Oh come on, Rachel, she told us we could get the book, so what if it happens to be in another room?”
“Fine,” Rachel conceded, “but just so you know, I don’t like the idea…”
“I never would have guessed,” Quinn mocked under her breath.
They searched three greenhouse classrooms, having no luck, before Quinn spied a locked supply closet in room No.4. “Alohomora.” She unlocked the door, and quickly began to search the contents of the small space.
When Rachel noticed Quinn was gone, she immediately called out to find her. She wasn’t worried, per se, she just wanted to make sure Quinn wasn’t hurt, or lost, or…Merlin forbid, getting them in more trouble. The response she received was a muffled, “In here,” coming from the far corner of the classroom.
When Rachel peeked into the dim little closet, she saw Quinn hovering her lit wand over the shelves of garden tools along the wall. Having no better ideas, she entered the small room and began searching on the opposite side.
This went on for a minute or so before Rachel was startled by a loud squeal from a few feet behind her.
“I found something! Look, its glowing!” Quinn pointed to a mysterious plant in the center of the floor. The blonde was practically vibrating in her excitement. “Wow! It seems to have foxfireian fungi inside the meristems! That must have been a complicated spell to have integrated them into its intracellular structure. You see how it…”
Rachel hated when the members of Ravenclaw house went into ‘nerd speak’, and tuned out Quinn’s exuberant chatter until she noticed the blonde start to inch forward, pale hand outstretched.
Wearing a dopey smile, Quinn reached out to stroke the phosphorescent skin of the plant. Hmm, it feels just like any regular species of Passiflora. That’s odd, I was hoping for some sort of jolt or cool glow-wy residue...
“Quinn! What are you doing?!!”
“What does it look like I’m doing, Rachel?”
“Th-that thing is locked in here for a reason, Quinn! Besides, you can’t just go around touching magical plants, do you have any idea how dangero-”
“Oh please, Rachel, do you ever loosen up and have any fun?”
“What? Of course I-”
“Then stop being such a worry witch and get over here.”
“But Quinn, we really shouldn’t mess with-”
“Come on”, Quinn taunted in a slow seductive alto, “where’s all that Gryffindor courage you’re so frequently boasting about, hmm?”
Rachel gave an indignant huff as she was once again rudely interrupted by Quinn. She furrowed her brow in determination and practically stomped toward the eerie looking object (she wouldn’t call it a plant, it was probably a dragon or something Sprout transfigured into a plant so wizards who broke in to steal valuable supplies wouldn’t know an attack was coming until it was too late! Okay, maybe she was being a little dramatic…). As much as Rachel didn’t want to participate in this, sure-to-be rule breaking madness, her house’s pride was a stake, and as a Gryffindor, she would most certainly not back down from Quinn’s challenge.
Moving forward, Rachel deliberately (albeit cautiously) stroked the plant’s waxy stem and outward along the blade with her fingers, all the while trying to ignore the coy smirk of the girl beside her.
“Well, that was particularly uneventful, Quinn.” Rolling her eyes, the brunette turned to make her way back to the classroom. She was secretly relieved that nothing had happened when she touched its luminescent leaves, and that she hadn’t developed an instant case of tube warts or something as equally disgusting. “Now, can we please get back to searching for-”
“Whoa! I can’t believe this, I found it!!”
“You found what, Quinn?”
“The book Sprout was supposed to leave us!”
This caused Rachel to pivot instantly. “What? Where?!”
Quinn pushed a pair of gardening gloves off the illusive copy of Beaumont Marjoribanks’s Creative Classifications. “It was on the bench right here beside this watering can. I bet Sprout brought the book with her from the greenhouse library so she could leave it out for us, but then stopped in here to water this creepy thing and forgot to grab it on her way out,” Quinn said with confidence. She looked down at her watch and groaned, “Great, we took so long that it’s after curfew, and the library is closed.”
“Well,” Rachel suggested, “we could just work in this greenhouse, I mean we are already here.”
Quinn didn’t argue because they really needed to get started on this dumb assignment if she hoped to have the coming weekend free for Sue Sylvester’s nightmare of a training session (Last week the coach had set enchantments along the goal posts, so if you missed a shot the quaffle would rebound from an invisible barrier and hurtle right back at you. Faster than you threw it. Even Mike Chang, who rarely missed a shot, was covered in bruises by the end of practice. It made Quinn glad she played seeker.). Plus, the faster they got this done, the less time she would have to spend listening to the diva ramble about house elf ethics. I don’t care that she’s an international hero, I’m going to curse that Granger bitch into next week for getting Rachel started on that rubbish. Although, those sashes she designed really showcase Berry’s, well, berries…
Quinn faltered mid-step. Since when had she noticed how awesome Rachel’s breasts were?
Wanting to move things along as quickly as possible, the girls grabbed their things from Sprout’s office and spread them out on the long greenhouse table (Quinn continuing to grumble under her breath about the likes of S.P.E.W.).
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Part two