Tutor
Pairing: James Potter x Reader
Warnings: smut, angst
Word Count: 3.2K+
“Mr. Potter, I’d like to talk to you about something,” Professor McGonagall called from her desk as everyone was filing out. James had to stifle a groan as he exchanged a look with Sirius before making his way to the professor’s desk. It was his last class before dinner on a Friday and he was starving and wanting to get pissed with the marauders.
“Yes Professor?” He asked, hoping he didn’t sound too eager to leave.
“Your grades this past year have slipped, Mr. Potter. You’re a very talented wizard but I’m afraid this year you’ve become more focused on Quidditch than your studies.” Professor McGonagall gave James a disapproving look over her glasses.
“Oh yes, it’s been a bit of adjustment now that I’m captain but I’m confident we’ll crush Slytherin in the tournament.” James said eagerly.
“Mr. Potter you are not listening. If you do not get your grades up you will not be allowed to play.” McGonagall sighed and took off her glasses. “You know there is nothing more I would enjoy than watching my house win the Quidditch cup. Now, I’ve found a tutor for you to help you in your area of weakness: potions.”
“Moony? Evans?” James asked hopefully.
“No.” McGonagall shook her head. “You have a potions exam in two weeks. If you are able to get an A or above you will be permitted to play.”
“I can’t believe you have to have a tutor! It’s inhumane!” Sirius protested after James explained everything over dinner.
“It’s just tutoring, Sirius,” Remus said with an eyeroll, “Who’s tutoring you anyway? Evans?”
“I wish. McGonagall didn’t mention who. I’m supposed to be in the library tomorrow at ten in the morning.”
“Ten! On a Saturday? Inhumane!” Sirius repeated. Then he looked down the table and called, “Oi! Evans! Why aren’t you tutoring Prongs in potions?”
“Tell the whole hall why don’t you?” James grumbled, laying his down on the table.
“What?” Lily looked over at the boys with an already bewildered expression. “I’m tutoring a second year Hufflepuff in Transfiguration tomorrow.”
“Are you failing potions, James?” Mary chuckled. “Not failing,” James said, not moving his head from the table, “but I need to be doing better.”
“Who’s tutoring you?” Marlene asked.
“Don’t know.”
“What if it’s Snape?” Peter asked, a little fearful.
“Oh that would be perfect.” James hit his head on the table.
“Oh god, I’m so hungover.” James said, hitting his alarm with his eyes shut.
“Shut up!” Peter groaned, curling his pillow around his head.
“Both of you be quiet! I can’t get hard with you both talking.” Sirius yelled from Remus’s bed.
“Sirius!” It sounded like Remus had punched Sirius as Sirius groaned and then fell through the curtain, holding his nose.
“Why is your alarm going off anyway?” Sirius asked, standing up and covering his dick with one hand and his other hand still on his nose as he shuffled to the bathroom.
“Put some clothes on!” Peter groaned, turning so his face was pressed into his mattress and his pillow was over his head.
“I have tutoring today,” James groaned, putting on his glasses and trying to see how long he had until his tutoring session started. It was ten fifteen and James felt like his brain was pulsating inside his head.
“Aren’t you going to be late?” Remus called from his bed.
“No, no. I still have a quarter of an hour before I have to go.” James let his head hit the pillow again.
“I thought you said your session was at 10?” Remus stuck his head out between the curtains of his bed.
“No, 10:30. Right?” James started to feel a pit of dread form in his stomach.
“You said 10.” Peter shook from underneath his blanket.
“10!” Sirius called from the bathroom.
“Fuck!” James shot out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater. “Padfoot!” He slammed his fist against the bathroom door, “Get out! I need to brush my teeth!”
At 10:25 James was stumbling into the library and staring around. He was sure that his hair was sticking up every which way as he looked to see where his tutor was.
He saw you, Sirius’s cousin who the marauders all affectionately called Baby Black, much to your chagrin, sitting at a table in the library, looking over a piece of parchment with a red quill as you twirled a spoon in a cup of tea.
“Hey! Baby Black,” James said, slamming his hands down on the table where you were, “are you my tutor?”
“You’re late,” you said, “and don’t call me that,” not even looking up from the parchment. You were the same year as the marauders but you had about as much to do with them as you did with the other Black cousins: Regulus, Narcissa, and Bellatrix. You preferred to forge your own path at a school that was seemingly bursting at the seams with your family. Sirius often talked about how you had been the luckiest of all the Black children as your parents, while a little wicked as was Black nature, were the calmest and kindest Blacks aside from any Blacks who had been ex-communicated. Needless to say, even though you were in Slytherin you were nothing like anyone in your family.
“Sorry, sorry. I have a wicked hangover because I was super drunk last night and-”
“Just sit down,” you cut him off, “I’m finishing up grading a quiz from one of my other students in Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
“Sure, sure. Sorry.” James said, sitting down and taking off his glasses. He had a terrible headache and felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head.
“Alright, so potions? What do you need to brew amortentia?” you asked after setting the parchment aside. James took a second to look you. He couldn’t help thinking you were gorgeous: the way your lips were slightly parted as you read, the way you twirled your ring on your finger as you spoke, the brightness in your eyes. He was sure you had a great smile too, but he had yet to see it.
“Uh, right, love potion. Rose thorns and petals, powdered moonstone, pearl dust, ashwinder eggs, uh chocolate?” James looked at you as your eyes narrowed.
“Chocolate? God really doesn’t give with both hands, does he?” You shook your head.
“Tulip nectar! Pinecones! Fairy dust?”
“Stop guessing. It’s peppermint. You’re more behind than I thought.”
“Why are you asking about love potions anyway? Got a crush?” James asked, leaning in and looking up at you seductively.
“First,” you said, pushing James back with your two pointer fingers, “you have to brew amortentia for your potions exam. Second, you smell like whiskey and vomit.”
“You love it, Baby Black.”
“I will get Regulus to hex you, Potter.” You said with a light shake of your head. You worked with James for the next hour and a half before assigning him some homework.
“Thanks for all your help, Baby Black. I’ll see you Tuesday?” James tried to send you another winning smile and you shook your head at him.
“Monday.” You said, pushing your books into your bag.
“I have quidditch on Monday.”
“What are you going to do when you’re done playing for Gryffindor?”
“Play professionally,” James shrugged, “Marlene’s brother said he could arrange a meeting with the Canons.”
“So that’s it? You’re going to play quidditch for the rest of your life?” You weren’t sure why you were getting so upset about the situation but you couldn’t stop yourself.
“What’s wrong with that?” James started to get upset too, raising his voice. “Who doesn’t love quidditch?”
“I don’t.”
“How can’t you? Your cousins Regulus, Narcissa, and Sirius all play or played quidditch. Is the sport of the international wizarding world!”
“It’s beneath you.””
“You don’t even know me. You’re just supposed to be my potions tutor.” James snapped.
“Fine,” you said cooly, “I’ll see you Tuesday, then.” You practically ran from the library. James shook his head and made his way over to the great hall. He tried to search for you at the Slytherin table before he sat at the Gryffindor table for lunch.
“How was the tutoring session?” Lily asked, stabbing at a piece of lettuce on her plate.
“Fine. You’ll never guess who it’s with.” James said, looking at Sirius who had been trying to lick Remus’s neck for the past minute. Every time he got close, Remus would snap his fingers up and grab Sirius’ tongue. Sirius’ tongue was currently lodged between Remus’s fingers as Remus read the book that was in his other hand.
“Who?” Sirius asked, trying to turn but was pulled back by his outstretched tongue, “Let me go!”
“Stop trying to lick me!” Remus said, letting Sirius’ tongue go.
“Anyway,” Sirius stuck his tongue out at Sirius, “who’s your tutor?”
“Your cousin!” James said with an eyebrow raise.
“Regulus?” Peter cocked his head.
“Don’t be stupid,” Remus rolled his eyes, “you mean Baby Black don’t you?”
“My cousin is tutoring you? Why didn’t she tell me?” Sirius asked, looking over at the Slytherin table.
“I have no idea.” James shook his head.
“Oi! Regulus! Where’s the girl?” Sirius asked, tossing a crumpled piece of parchment at Regulus. Regulus couldn’t have given Sirius a more intense glower before rubbing his nose and saying,
“Excuse me?”
“Our cousin, Reg. Have you seen her?” Sirius looked at Regulus like he was an idiot. Regulus looked around for a moment and shrugged,
“No idea. I’ll check on her after dinner.”
“Did you say something to her, James?” Remus asked. Sirius took advantage of this moment of Remus’s distraction to lick him up the neck.
“Ah ha!” Sirius grinned triumphantly.
“I’m going to murder you!” Remus said, pulling out his wand.
“Nevermind,” James rolled his eyes.
Over the course of the next two weeks, you and James met twice a week for tutoring lessons in the library. One Thursday was just one of those days that was rainy and sleepy and the last day in the week before one of those rare gorgeous three day weekends. It wasn’t a true three day weekend, really, there were no classes on Friday due to a set of makeup exams that were offered to students who wanted to improve their winter exam scores. James was one of these choice students who would hopefully be done once and for all with potions tutoring after the Friday exam. After a full set of classes and an early morning Quidditch practice, all James wanted was to eat dinner and crawl into bed before the weekend ahead of him. Of course, you had chosen today of all days to meet for a final tutoring session before the big potions exam on Friday.
He was eating dinner when you stopped by the Gryffindor table and sat down next to him.
“What are you doing here?” Sirius asked, shocked by the presence of another Black at the Gryffindor table.
“I need to talk to James,” you said quickly, “Meet me in the potions classroom in the dungeons for tonight’s lessons.”
“Why the dungeons? What’s wrong with the library?” James asked.
“Slughorn said we could use his classroom so you can fully practice brewing your assigned potions.” You said, getting up from the table, “See you at 8. Don’t be late.” You got up and walked away. James watched you leave the great hall and then sighed,
“I can’t wait for this to be over.”
“Yeah right,” Remus snorted.
“What do you mean?” James asked.
“All you’ve talked about these past two weeks is Baby Black.”
“Well yeah. Complaining. She’s annoying.”
“No, not complaining. You can’t stop talking about her. You like her.” Remus grinned.
“You cannot date my cousin, James.” Sirius said with a hard expression.
“I don’t even like her!” James insisted. Apparently Sirius wasn’t the only Black child that was concerned about you. Regulus stalked over and sat down next to James where you had been only a few moments before.
“Stay away from my cousin. She’s fragile and sensitive and doesn’t need a rat like you sniffing around her.” He snapped at James.
“She’s just my tutor! I don’t like her! She barely even tolerates me!” James cried, ignoring Remus’s shit eating grin.
“I knew it!” Sirius slammed his hand down on the table, “you are trying to fuck my cousin!”
“Oh my god! I’m leaving!” James stood from the table, looking at the Black brothers. “You two are exactly alike. Why I would ever want to get more involved with this family?”
“Hey!” Regulus and Sirius said at the same time as Remus cackled.
“Your cousins are insane,” James said with a head shake as he sat down next to you in the dungeons.
“You’re telling me.” You muttered. Your hair had been pinned up with your wand stuck through and you pulled your wand out letting your hair fall more freely. You worked with James for the next hour and a half and it seemed like James was going to pass his exam.
“Okay, the last thing I need to do is check on your amortentia, but we can do that tomorrow morning before your exam. Meet back here at eight in the morning.” You replied. You were fanning your neck it had gotten hot in the dungeons after James’ heating potion had gotten a little of hand. You took off your sweater so you were just in a pair of trousers and a thin tank top. James watched a bead of sweat make its way down your neck and into your cleavage.
“Thanks with all your help, Baby Black. You really saved my ass.” He smiled.
“You worked hard for it, James. No wonder Sirius loves you so much.” You smiled back at him. You had to admit that James wasn’t bad looking at all. He was a bit annoying, the way the Marauders were, but he had a kind heart and easy smile. Before you could fully process what was happening, James was leaning in and kissing you.
“What are you doing?” You asked, pulling away suddenly.
“I’m sorry! I thought…we were…you aren’t into?” James asked, bewildered.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You scrambled up and ran out of the dungeon. It wasn’t until you were at the portrait in front of the Slytherin dormitory that you took a minute to stop and let your fingers ghost over your lips. You felt a small smile crawl onto your face and thought about how sad it would be to no longer have an excuse to see James.
“Where’s Moony?” James asked as he burst into the dormitory.
“Sucking my dick.” Sirius called from his bed. “Ow! Fuck Moony enough with the teeth!”
“What do you need James?” Remus asked, sticking his head between the curtains.
“Can you talk? Privately?”
“Yeah, just a second. I left my notebook by the charms room today. You can walk with me.” Remus got dressed and walked alongside James to the charms classroom.
“So what’s going on, Prongs?” Remus asked.
“Okay, first, you can’t tell Sirius I told you this.” James started.
“You’re freaking me out, James.”
“I kissed baby Black.” James blurted out. Remus stopped dead in his tracks and looked at James.
“You did what?”
“I know! It’s just…she was so nice. And she’s so warm but still sassy and she hates quidditch and doesn’t worship me or anything. And it was hot in the dungeons and she had her sweater off and I don’t know what happened but I kissed her and she ran from the room. Oh god, Moony what did I do?” James was rambling.
“Okay. Alright. Listen. Did she say she was going to tell anyone?” Remus asked.
“She didn’t say anything.”
“You better hope she doesn’t tell Sirius. Or worse, Regulus. You should talk to her.” Remus shook his head.
“I have to see her tomorrow for her to check my potion before the exam. I’ll talk to her then. Will you come with me?” James felt his stomach flip at the thought.
James felt like his feet were cinderblocks as he made his way to the dungeons with Remus. You were there, in that damn tank top again, looking at the potions.
“Oh good,” you looked up and gave him a shy smile, “you’re here…with Remus.” Your smile faltered.
“I’d like to talk about-” James started but you cut him off.
“Let’s just look at your potion.” Your words were clipped.
“Alright, Remus why don’t you smell it first and let us know what you think and we can make sure it smells different to everyone.” James said. Remus bent down and took a large sniff of the bubbling liquid in the cauldron.
“Smells like chocolate, parchment, leather, vinyl. Sirius. Nice job, James.” Remus sat back a little and smiled. “After you Ms. Black.”
“Alright,” you took a large sniff, “Clean cut grass, butter beer, hot Yorkshire pudding.”
Remus was stifling a smile, “And you James?”
“Firewood, a freshly sliced apple, vanilla, and…the Black estate? That smells like you.” James looked up at you confused.
“I’m going to leave you two alone.” Remus stalked out of the dungeons, sending James a knowing look on his way out.
“You smelled me in the potion,” James grinned.
“You must have brewed it wrong.” You shook your head but you couldn’t hide your smile either.
“You hate quidditch.”
“You’re a stupid jock.”
“You undress me with your eyes every time you see me.”
“You are Sirius’ best friend.”
“You are Sirius’ cousin.”
You grabbed James by the back of the neck and kissed him hard. James’ hands found your waist and started pull at the hem of your tank top. You took the tank top off and laid back on the desk.
“You’re so beautiful.” James muttered, taking his shirt off too. He sunk down his knees and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was as long as it was sharp and it darted in and out of your opening.
“Fuck,” you murmured, your hands in James’ hair as you practically road his face. You came on his tongue before pulling him back up to kiss you. James unbuckled his belt and pushed himself inside you. You started to move your hips but James stopped you.
“Just,” he sounded strained, “I need to adjust for a moment. I’m so close, already, baby.”
“Oh my god,” you grinned, pulling James closer so his forehead was against yours. James nodded and started to move. He pushed himself in and out of you and you were both moaning, especially when James reached a hand between your bodies to rub your clit. You saw stars as you came with James pulling out and cumming on your stomach soon after. He laid on top of you as you both tried to catch your breath.
“Potter, what the fuck are you doing?” A new voice said. You and James turned to see Regulus and Sirius standing in the doorway of the potions classroom.
“Oh Prongs, we’re going to have to kill you.” Sirius shook his head sadly.
“Oh fuck, you’re Sirius’ cousin.” James could only bow his head.
