Harry a Thon---Research
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kadollanHere it is, in all its *very* short glory: The fic I wrote for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lizabethy
Its mostly unbeta-ed.
These were her requirements:
Writing for - lizabethy
* Pairing: Harry/Luna, Harry/Susan, Harry/Hannah,
Harry/Zachary, Harry/Blaise, Harry/Dean. Or a
combination thereof.
* One or two other requests you would like in your fic
- As much humor as you can inject and lots of magic,
particularly bumbling magic. *cheats* Drunk!Harry
would be excellent.
*Two restrictions - The only thing I can think of is
not to agonize; I'm easy to please. (Hufflepuffs are
easy *winks*)
*****
Research
PG
for lizabethy
(Standard disclaimers apply)
“Harry Potter, I need you.” Harry had, at varying times, and in varying states of dress, imagined hearing those words. He had not, however, imagined hearing them issue forth from the lips of a Ravenclaw with little plastic dinosaurs hanging from her ears. Ever. Harry was briefly reminded of being trapped under the mistletoe with Luna in the Room of Requirement. Where was a nargle when you needed one?
“Uh?” Harry replied intelligently. He turned to Ron for help, but his best, most stalwart friend had abandoned him in his hour of need. Waving apologetically, Ron was heading for the door of the Great Hall. This would probably be the first and only time Ron would ever be on time for Divination.
“Well, um, its been great talking, Luna, but I’ve got to get to class.”
“No you don’t. This is your free period.” Luna didn’t seem to be the least bit perturbed by Harry’s failed attempt to escape. She sat down in Ron’s hastily emptied place at the Gryffindor table and looked at Harry intently.
“I need you Harry. Moreover, you need me.” She glanced down at Ron’s plate. “You should never eat celery you know. Father did an article about a woman in Suffolk who was stalked by her vegetables. Every time she stepped into her garden they were out there. Waiting.”
Throughout this very surreal, and mostly one-sided conversation, Harry became aware of two things. First, Ron would pay, and pay big for leaving him like this. Second, while concentrating on Voldemort, Harry had clearly overlooked a far greater evil blossoming under his very nose. Luna Lovegood was clearly a menace.
“Luna, what are we talking about? Why do we need each other exactly?” Harry was hesitant to ask. He wasn’t certain he wanted to know the answer.
“Research. You’re going to be my Guinea Wizard.”
“I am?”
“Wonderful!” Luna clapped her hands together, “I wasn’t certain you’d agree.” She started digging in her bag and pulled out a copy of her father’s magazine, a parchment, a bedraggled quill, and a dog-eared paperback book. The book had the same sort of lurid cover as the romance novels his Aunt Petunia pretended that she didn’t read. Harry picked up the book, wondering why Luna had such a thing. He flipped through it, waiting for Luna to explain what she wanted with him. The phrases “throbbing man-root” and “honey dripping chasm of love” caused him to choke. He quickly set the book back down and wondered if his face had actually turned the color of a tomato, or if it only felt that way.
“These are my research materials,” Luna explained, waving at the things she’d pulled from her bag.
He started to get a very bad feeling about where this was going.
“Luna, what exactly are you researching?”
“Smut. Love. Teen angst. Hormones.” With each answer Harry’s feeling of dread intensified.
“Beg pardon?” Harry’s voice, which had changed two years earlier, broke.
“Oh yes. See, my father asked me to start a new column for The Quibbler. He wants me to write a teen sex advice column. I mean, not sex-sex. Just sex.”
Harry was just certain that Luna was trying to communicate something to him, but he was having trouble concentrating over the buzzing in his ears.
“Anyway, since I haven’t any experience myself, and its obvious you don’t either, I thought we could help each other out.”
That penetrated. “Hey! What do you mean it’s obvious?”
The look Luna gave him was patronizing. “Come on Harry. Everybody knows. I mean, when you kissed Cho last year, she CRIED. I mean honestly.” Luna shook her head sadly.
“Everybody?!? Everybody who?”
“Well, all the girls in Ravenclaw. And Hufflepuff. I’ve no idea about Slytherin.”
Harry put his head down on the table, narrowly missing his oatmeal. “I cannot believe we are having this conversation,” he announced into the general direction of his armpit.
“I know. Wacky isn’t it? Anyhow, let’s go to the library. We still have about forty-five minutes, and we can cover some of the basics. I thought we could do kissing, petting, groping and fondling today.” She was consulting her parchment as she talked. “That work for you?”
Harry squeaked.
“What do you mean by ‘do’ exactly?”
“Oh Harry. You need this worse than I thought.” Luna gathered up her things and stood expectantly, clearly waiting for Harry to get up and follow her.
Unsure why, but a little intrigued in spite of himself, Harry did so. He rather felt as though he’d wandered into some sort of strange alternate dimension, but he did rather wonder what kissing someone who wasn’t sobbing at him at the time might feel like. And okay, so Luna wouldn’t have been his first choice, but hey, she’d been doing some reading, so she probably had a better idea of what to do than he did. And besides, what sixteen-year-old male wouldn’t take a girl up on an offer like this?
His mind suddenly made up, Harry grinned wolfishly at the Ravenclaw. “Come on Luna. I have a better idea than the library. Let’s go find the Room of Requirement. We have quite a lot of research to do.”
lizabethyIts mostly unbeta-ed.
These were her requirements:
Writing for - lizabethy
* Pairing: Harry/Luna, Harry/Susan, Harry/Hannah,
Harry/Zachary, Harry/Blaise, Harry/Dean. Or a
combination thereof.
* One or two other requests you would like in your fic
- As much humor as you can inject and lots of magic,
particularly bumbling magic. *cheats* Drunk!Harry
would be excellent.
*Two restrictions - The only thing I can think of is
not to agonize; I'm easy to please. (Hufflepuffs are
easy *winks*)
*****
Research
PG
for lizabethy
(Standard disclaimers apply)
“Harry Potter, I need you.” Harry had, at varying times, and in varying states of dress, imagined hearing those words. He had not, however, imagined hearing them issue forth from the lips of a Ravenclaw with little plastic dinosaurs hanging from her ears. Ever. Harry was briefly reminded of being trapped under the mistletoe with Luna in the Room of Requirement. Where was a nargle when you needed one?
“Uh?” Harry replied intelligently. He turned to Ron for help, but his best, most stalwart friend had abandoned him in his hour of need. Waving apologetically, Ron was heading for the door of the Great Hall. This would probably be the first and only time Ron would ever be on time for Divination.
“Well, um, its been great talking, Luna, but I’ve got to get to class.”
“No you don’t. This is your free period.” Luna didn’t seem to be the least bit perturbed by Harry’s failed attempt to escape. She sat down in Ron’s hastily emptied place at the Gryffindor table and looked at Harry intently.
“I need you Harry. Moreover, you need me.” She glanced down at Ron’s plate. “You should never eat celery you know. Father did an article about a woman in Suffolk who was stalked by her vegetables. Every time she stepped into her garden they were out there. Waiting.”
Throughout this very surreal, and mostly one-sided conversation, Harry became aware of two things. First, Ron would pay, and pay big for leaving him like this. Second, while concentrating on Voldemort, Harry had clearly overlooked a far greater evil blossoming under his very nose. Luna Lovegood was clearly a menace.
“Luna, what are we talking about? Why do we need each other exactly?” Harry was hesitant to ask. He wasn’t certain he wanted to know the answer.
“Research. You’re going to be my Guinea Wizard.”
“I am?”
“Wonderful!” Luna clapped her hands together, “I wasn’t certain you’d agree.” She started digging in her bag and pulled out a copy of her father’s magazine, a parchment, a bedraggled quill, and a dog-eared paperback book. The book had the same sort of lurid cover as the romance novels his Aunt Petunia pretended that she didn’t read. Harry picked up the book, wondering why Luna had such a thing. He flipped through it, waiting for Luna to explain what she wanted with him. The phrases “throbbing man-root” and “honey dripping chasm of love” caused him to choke. He quickly set the book back down and wondered if his face had actually turned the color of a tomato, or if it only felt that way.
“These are my research materials,” Luna explained, waving at the things she’d pulled from her bag.
He started to get a very bad feeling about where this was going.
“Luna, what exactly are you researching?”
“Smut. Love. Teen angst. Hormones.” With each answer Harry’s feeling of dread intensified.
“Beg pardon?” Harry’s voice, which had changed two years earlier, broke.
“Oh yes. See, my father asked me to start a new column for The Quibbler. He wants me to write a teen sex advice column. I mean, not sex-sex. Just sex.”
Harry was just certain that Luna was trying to communicate something to him, but he was having trouble concentrating over the buzzing in his ears.
“Anyway, since I haven’t any experience myself, and its obvious you don’t either, I thought we could help each other out.”
That penetrated. “Hey! What do you mean it’s obvious?”
The look Luna gave him was patronizing. “Come on Harry. Everybody knows. I mean, when you kissed Cho last year, she CRIED. I mean honestly.” Luna shook her head sadly.
“Everybody?!? Everybody who?”
“Well, all the girls in Ravenclaw. And Hufflepuff. I’ve no idea about Slytherin.”
Harry put his head down on the table, narrowly missing his oatmeal. “I cannot believe we are having this conversation,” he announced into the general direction of his armpit.
“I know. Wacky isn’t it? Anyhow, let’s go to the library. We still have about forty-five minutes, and we can cover some of the basics. I thought we could do kissing, petting, groping and fondling today.” She was consulting her parchment as she talked. “That work for you?”
Harry squeaked.
“What do you mean by ‘do’ exactly?”
“Oh Harry. You need this worse than I thought.” Luna gathered up her things and stood expectantly, clearly waiting for Harry to get up and follow her.
Unsure why, but a little intrigued in spite of himself, Harry did so. He rather felt as though he’d wandered into some sort of strange alternate dimension, but he did rather wonder what kissing someone who wasn’t sobbing at him at the time might feel like. And okay, so Luna wouldn’t have been his first choice, but hey, she’d been doing some reading, so she probably had a better idea of what to do than he did. And besides, what sixteen-year-old male wouldn’t take a girl up on an offer like this?
His mind suddenly made up, Harry grinned wolfishly at the Ravenclaw. “Come on Luna. I have a better idea than the library. Let’s go find the Room of Requirement. We have quite a lot of research to do.”
