in which...

...y/n is studying for a quiz and harry wants to help

In which Y/N is studying for a quiz and Harry wants to help (part 2 for tutor Y/N and Harry)

"What was that, babe?"

Stressed; that's the only word that could describe Y/N's current mood.

She tried everything, from drinking about two cups of chamomile tea so far to filling her lunch plate with veggies so they would make her feel better throughout the day, but nothing could make her concentrate properly. She was one step away from breaking out the secret bottle of Adderall she had hidden underneath her bed for desperate times, such as this one. It's the kind of stress that makes you tug at your hair and brings tears to the corners of your eyes.

So when Harry offered to help she said yes, because at this point she would be willing to try anything. It seems as if every time a quiz is approaching everything just slips out of her mind and she has a temporary meltdown. It's odd really, considering she is good at chemistry, that is until she's put under pressure, then her brain becomes as clueless as the one of a third grader.

Harry is sat in a chair next to her at the desk, reading over her colorfully organized cards, asking her questions, stuttering over a few words because even though they take the same class, he swears he's never heard some of these terms before. She sighs, knuckling at her eyes.

"Mercury?" She mumbles under her breath, already doubting her answer.

"Nope!" He accentuates the word and flips the card on the other side. "Magnesium. No kiss for you on this one."

It wasn't even her idea to begin with; Harry just decided that with each correct answer he would reward her with a kiss, although it seems to be more of a reward to himself, but she's definitely not complaining. It all seemed to be going well at first, until he decided to deepen the kisses a tad more each time and that started to mess with her head, making her want to keep him close and not lose the tingle he was bringing to her lips.

"Adenine: amino acid or not?" He reads the next card and she takes a few seconds to think, before answering.

"Not, I think." She furrows trying to remember and hears Harry's overly excited gasp.

"Well would you look at that!" He puts the cards down and grabs her cheeks with both hands. "You're doing so well."

Meshing his lips with hers, she wraps her fingers around his wrists, trying to keep him there as he kisses her, tongue sweeping over her bottom lip. With a small whine, she tugs him back when he tries to pull away, leaning out of her chair to reach for him again.

"Don't be greedy, doll." He shakes his head with a grin and pulls away, giving her thigh a light squeeze. "Only got a few left; then I get to finally have you all to myself."

Before deciding on giving her a helpful hand he had been pacing around her room with pouty lips and a deep frown set on his face, huffing every ten seconds, definitely not making things easier for her either. He didn't like it when she wasn't paying attention to him, she noticed that pretty quickly after meeting him. Loved attention more than anything, almost as much as having his hair played with.

His fingers skim over her leg as he looks over the questions, with a seemingly innocent touch at first. Goose bumps rose underneath his trail, making her whole body shudder. He places his hand on her inner thigh, keeping it there while speaking.

"Most common isotope of hydrogen?" She looks down at his hand, biting on her lip as she tries to concentrate.

"Protium." She says confidently, definitely remembering the answer to that one.