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tamingthemuseTitle: Eidetic Memory and the Jabberwocky
Author: DarQuing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #112 Eidetic![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Warnings: Some naughty talk
Summary: Harry doubts the sanity of a muggle author
Disclaimer: I don’t own the HP-verse, unfortunately. No money being made and no offense intended
A/N: This idea just came to me when I was trying to figure out what I was going to write for the week.
Harry was lounging on a couch in his and Hermione's quarters at Hogwarts a few weeks before the semester started. He was on the couch reading Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There while his wife was in the shower. He'd found it in a shop on Antikythera and bought it on Hermione's recommendation.
Harry commented to his wife about the sanity of the author, "Like this poem called 'Jabberwocky'..."
Hermione spoke up before he could continue,
"`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe,"
she smiled softly as she finished, "I finished reading that book a few weeks before I received my Hogwarts letter, but never got the chance to read it again."
He stared at her for a moment and began laughing, falling half off the couch in the process, his head on the floor and his legs still on the couch. Harry wiped his eyes and smiled up at his wife between her feet as she stood over him, "I'm not exactly surprised you remember it after reading it only once, dear. You remembered several things over the years after only hearing them once that Ron and I had to hear a couple times to make them stick."
Hermione looked down at her husband with a slightly smug look, "It's not my fault I have a near-eidetic memory," she then straddled his stomach, "There's more to being smart than just memorization, however."
He nodded and linked his hands behind his head, "There's also comprehension and application. Which is probably why we did better at different subjects, especially once we got better teachers. You did well at subjects that favored rote memorization and comprehension," he smiled lasciviously at her, "While I was better subjects that were more hands-on."
She shivered slightly at his look, stopping herself from just rubbing herself on his face. Harry was the only person who could stoke her fires with just a look or a word. Hermione stretched her arms abover head, drawing the shirt tight against her breasts, as she sat up on her knees. She could feel her husband's eyes traveling up from her crotch, past her nipples poking through the shirt, and up to her face. She stood up and slowly walked over him to their bedroom, giving him a long look up the shirt to her naked vagina, "I'm going to bed. Try not to stay up too late reading," she admonished on her way to the door. Hermione squealed in surprise when Harry picked her up halfway to the room and carried her into their bedroom over his shoulder.
~THE END~
Author: DarQuing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #112 Eidetic
tamingthemuseWarnings: Some naughty talk
Summary: Harry doubts the sanity of a muggle author
Disclaimer: I don’t own the HP-verse, unfortunately. No money being made and no offense intended
A/N: This idea just came to me when I was trying to figure out what I was going to write for the week.
Harry was lounging on a couch in his and Hermione's quarters at Hogwarts a few weeks before the semester started. He was on the couch reading Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There while his wife was in the shower. He'd found it in a shop on Antikythera and bought it on Hermione's recommendation.
Harry commented to his wife about the sanity of the author, "Like this poem called 'Jabberwocky'..."
Hermione spoke up before he could continue,
"`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe,"
she smiled softly as she finished, "I finished reading that book a few weeks before I received my Hogwarts letter, but never got the chance to read it again."
He stared at her for a moment and began laughing, falling half off the couch in the process, his head on the floor and his legs still on the couch. Harry wiped his eyes and smiled up at his wife between her feet as she stood over him, "I'm not exactly surprised you remember it after reading it only once, dear. You remembered several things over the years after only hearing them once that Ron and I had to hear a couple times to make them stick."
Hermione looked down at her husband with a slightly smug look, "It's not my fault I have a near-eidetic memory," she then straddled his stomach, "There's more to being smart than just memorization, however."
He nodded and linked his hands behind his head, "There's also comprehension and application. Which is probably why we did better at different subjects, especially once we got better teachers. You did well at subjects that favored rote memorization and comprehension," he smiled lasciviously at her, "While I was better subjects that were more hands-on."
She shivered slightly at his look, stopping herself from just rubbing herself on his face. Harry was the only person who could stoke her fires with just a look or a word. Hermione stretched her arms abover head, drawing the shirt tight against her breasts, as she sat up on her knees. She could feel her husband's eyes traveling up from her crotch, past her nipples poking through the shirt, and up to her face. She stood up and slowly walked over him to their bedroom, giving him a long look up the shirt to her naked vagina, "I'm going to bed. Try not to stay up too late reading," she admonished on her way to the door. Hermione squealed in surprise when Harry picked her up halfway to the room and carried her into their bedroom over his shoulder.
~THE END~
