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[Elementary/Harry Potter] teach us something please (Joan/Marcus)
Title: teach us something please
Fandom: Elementary/Harry Potter
Length: 721 words
Prompt: Let's Make Out Ficathon II: Elementary, Joan/Marcus, Hogwarts AU
Pairing: Joan/Marcus
Other: Fusion fic, Elementary as a Hogwarts AU.
Excerpt: She kissed him for the first time behind their cauldron after they'd been partners in Potions class for three weeks. She hardly had time to enjoy it before Professor Snape snapped, "Are we doing Potions or indulging our hormones here?"
When Joan first walked into fifth-year Potions and realized they were having it with the Gryffindors yet again, she really thought about walking back out. But she definitely needed Potions if she wanted to be a Healer, and she did, all the more because of the way the other girls in her house laughed behind their hands when she said it. She didn't care if it wasn't a job for a Slytherin -- and who decided things like that, anyway? Ambition didn't mean you had to push others down on your way up. And Joan was going up.
Unless she had to pair with Sherlock again for Potions, because he'd nearly gotten them both expelled on three separate occasions. Professor Snape seemed to think Joan was conspiring with Sherlock to explode their workbench, which was patently ridiculous, but his temper didn't always lead him through to sensible conclusions.
She hated having an uneven number of kids in her year. But when she looked around, she didn't see her former lab partner anywhere. Instead, when all the partners had been chosen she was shuffled together with the remaining Gryffindor, a wiry guy named Marcus. He was quiet and professional as they worked, but he wasn't above a joke or two. Joan found herself putting up her hair before their next Potions class.
Sherlock had gotten himself expelled, Marcus told her, at the end of last year. No one really knew the details, and she was surprised that he knew that much. Sherlock was in her House and she hadn't even heard that. Of course, his father wouldn't have encouraged gossip. An American school had taken him, "And good luck to them!" Marcus said, rolling his eyes. They'd apparently taken Flying lessons together. Sherlock could have been an amazing Seeker if he'd sit down and focus on one thing. Joan agreed that that sounded familiar.
She'd never dated anyone outside of her House before. She'd only chosen "safely," knowing that her parents wanted her to marry another pureblood. Marcus's parents were a policeman (which was like an Auror) and a shopclerk. When he was seven, he accidentally levitated instead of falling down the stairs. His older brother was jealous for years. Joan loved the way he talked about a world she'd never known. If she ever wanted to see Muggle London, he told her, he'd give her the tour.
She kissed him for the first time behind their cauldron after they'd been partners in Potions class for three weeks. She hardly had time to enjoy it before Professor Snape snapped, "Are we doing Potions or indulging our hormones here?"
They'd jumped apart but judging by the way Marcus was looking at her from the corner of his eye, they were going to find some time to try it again.
Professor Snape assigned them both detention, which mortified Joan and annoyed Marcus. When they showed up in the front hall to meet Hagrid, they were surprised by the third in their party: one Sherlock Holmes, fresh from a month's suspension and full of vim and vigor. Apparently the month's suspension wasn't enough; he also had two months detention.
"I would have gone to America," Marcus told Sherlock, who just grinned.
"And leave this place?" he said, and began singing the school song at the top of his lungs.
Marcus and Joan shared a look. After a laborious three hours of mucking out whatever terrifying animals Hagrid was currently keeping in the barn, they were dirty and smelly and Sherlock was still talking. He rolled up his sleeve and showed them his moving tattoo at one point. He had apparently decided that the three of them were friends. It was endearing in a way. If Snape added him to their Potions group, they probably wouldn't mind too much.
When Hagrid dismissed them, Sherlock went back to the dorm to unpack his things, or possibly to set up a new experiment. Joan and Marcus found a quiet corner by the kitchen to have their second kiss (and then a very leisurely third) before deciding that showers really were in order, separating reluctantly to find their own bathrooms.
"See you tomorrow," Joan said, combing her hair out of her eyes, and Marcus kissed her on the forehead before he left. Joan hummed on her way back upstairs.
Fandom: Elementary/Harry Potter
Length: 721 words
Prompt: Let's Make Out Ficathon II: Elementary, Joan/Marcus, Hogwarts AU
Pairing: Joan/Marcus
Other: Fusion fic, Elementary as a Hogwarts AU.
Excerpt: She kissed him for the first time behind their cauldron after they'd been partners in Potions class for three weeks. She hardly had time to enjoy it before Professor Snape snapped, "Are we doing Potions or indulging our hormones here?"
When Joan first walked into fifth-year Potions and realized they were having it with the Gryffindors yet again, she really thought about walking back out. But she definitely needed Potions if she wanted to be a Healer, and she did, all the more because of the way the other girls in her house laughed behind their hands when she said it. She didn't care if it wasn't a job for a Slytherin -- and who decided things like that, anyway? Ambition didn't mean you had to push others down on your way up. And Joan was going up.
Unless she had to pair with Sherlock again for Potions, because he'd nearly gotten them both expelled on three separate occasions. Professor Snape seemed to think Joan was conspiring with Sherlock to explode their workbench, which was patently ridiculous, but his temper didn't always lead him through to sensible conclusions.
She hated having an uneven number of kids in her year. But when she looked around, she didn't see her former lab partner anywhere. Instead, when all the partners had been chosen she was shuffled together with the remaining Gryffindor, a wiry guy named Marcus. He was quiet and professional as they worked, but he wasn't above a joke or two. Joan found herself putting up her hair before their next Potions class.
Sherlock had gotten himself expelled, Marcus told her, at the end of last year. No one really knew the details, and she was surprised that he knew that much. Sherlock was in her House and she hadn't even heard that. Of course, his father wouldn't have encouraged gossip. An American school had taken him, "And good luck to them!" Marcus said, rolling his eyes. They'd apparently taken Flying lessons together. Sherlock could have been an amazing Seeker if he'd sit down and focus on one thing. Joan agreed that that sounded familiar.
She'd never dated anyone outside of her House before. She'd only chosen "safely," knowing that her parents wanted her to marry another pureblood. Marcus's parents were a policeman (which was like an Auror) and a shopclerk. When he was seven, he accidentally levitated instead of falling down the stairs. His older brother was jealous for years. Joan loved the way he talked about a world she'd never known. If she ever wanted to see Muggle London, he told her, he'd give her the tour.
She kissed him for the first time behind their cauldron after they'd been partners in Potions class for three weeks. She hardly had time to enjoy it before Professor Snape snapped, "Are we doing Potions or indulging our hormones here?"
They'd jumped apart but judging by the way Marcus was looking at her from the corner of his eye, they were going to find some time to try it again.
Professor Snape assigned them both detention, which mortified Joan and annoyed Marcus. When they showed up in the front hall to meet Hagrid, they were surprised by the third in their party: one Sherlock Holmes, fresh from a month's suspension and full of vim and vigor. Apparently the month's suspension wasn't enough; he also had two months detention.
"I would have gone to America," Marcus told Sherlock, who just grinned.
"And leave this place?" he said, and began singing the school song at the top of his lungs.
Marcus and Joan shared a look. After a laborious three hours of mucking out whatever terrifying animals Hagrid was currently keeping in the barn, they were dirty and smelly and Sherlock was still talking. He rolled up his sleeve and showed them his moving tattoo at one point. He had apparently decided that the three of them were friends. It was endearing in a way. If Snape added him to their Potions group, they probably wouldn't mind too much.
When Hagrid dismissed them, Sherlock went back to the dorm to unpack his things, or possibly to set up a new experiment. Joan and Marcus found a quiet corner by the kitchen to have their second kiss (and then a very leisurely third) before deciding that showers really were in order, separating reluctantly to find their own bathrooms.
"See you tomorrow," Joan said, combing her hair out of her eyes, and Marcus kissed her on the forehead before he left. Joan hummed on her way back upstairs.