Title: Something Wicked This Way Comes
Author: Captain Katie
Rating: NC-17 for sex between two consenting women (16 is legal in England)
Pairing: uber-J/7
Summary: A Response to the Femslash Day Challenge #2: Annika Hansen is a Sixth Year student at Hogwarts. Kathryn Janeway is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. After a confrontation with Malfoy, Annika is assigned as Janeway's assistant for a month. Okay, who am I kidding this is going to be PWP, big time!
Disclaimer: Paramount owns anything relating to Star Trek, and the writers, and actors/actresses own some of the words. JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter world
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CHAPTER 1: Detention
"Well my father told me that she isn't just a filthy mudblood, but she's also a foul dy—"
Draco Malfoy's vulgar words were cut short quite suddenly by a punch that landed him squarely on his robe and tweed covered arse. His friends didn't dare laugh at him though Goyle had to bite his tongue to prevent even a single guffaw to escape him.
"You BITCH!" Draco, with the assistance of Crabbe and Goyle, got back to his feet. He wiped the back of his hand against the small cut in his bottom lip that had been punctured by his teeth before he spat out the blood tinged saliva. "Just wait until my father hears about this!"
Annika Hansen stood with her many books strewn about her feet and her fists outstretched in front of her. Her stance and narrow features were rigid as her icy eyes glared pointedly at Malfoy and his cronies. There were three against just her one, but Crabbe and Goyle were lumbering oafs and Draco Malfoy was a weakling when it came to an actual fight. She knew she could take on the trio of despicable Slytherins easily. There was enough fire within her to take on twenty if need be. She would do anything to defend the virtue of the object of her secret infatuation. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Kathryn Janeway.
"Take it back. Now!" Annika's icy gaze narrowed right before she whipped out her wand in order to disarm Malfoy of his. "Expelliarmus!"
Draco's wand went flying far out of his reach until it landed and was nearly stepped on by a pair of shiny, black leather boots. Delicate fingers picked the wand up as if it was something unclean before it was handed back to the silver haired boy.
"Would someone like to tell me what exactly is going on here?"
The low, husky tones caused a chill to skitter down Annika's spine despite the heat that rose to her cheeks and coursed through her body. Even with her body tense, prepared to fight Malfoy and his two minions, Annika was instantly aroused by that voice. Fiercely aroused.
"She started it!" Draco put on an innocent expression as he pointed at Annika. "Physical assault I'd say. She's bloody mental."
"And I suppose you did nothing to provoke her, Mr. Malfoy?"
In long dark robes of black and deep blood red, with her auburn hair streaked intermittently with fiery strands pulled into an intricate bun that curled and wrapped around itself that bespoke a hair of great length and mass, and an incredulous expression on her elegant features Kathryn Janeway stood between the icy Annika Hansen and the always smug Draco Malfoy. Janeway wasn't sure who was more maddening at the moment.
"Would you care to explain why you struck a fellow student, Ms. Hansen?" Janeway's finely boned hands were on her waist, which was a feat considering the numerous layers of robes that covered her petite, slim frame.
"I didn't like what he was saying." Annika's cleft chin rose in a clear sign of defiance. She hoped that the hot flush on her cheeks would be assumed to be due to anger instead of how Janeway's close proximity so strongly affected her.
"And what, may I ask, was he saying?" Janeway's frustration never showed in her voice as she kept it steady but firm.
Annika narrowed her eyes at Malfoy, who actually looked frightened. He should be, she thought. What he had been saying to his friends about Professor Janeway was beyond crass and rude. She had the strongest urge to hit him again.
"Nothing." Annika's answer had been gruff as she crossed her arms over her chest. There was no way she was going to repeat such filth especially to the regal woman standing radiantly before her.
"I see. 'Nothing', hmm. I could think of better reasons for a confrontation than nothing, Ms. Hansen." Janeway's skepticism caused her eyes to roll before she turned her attention away from Annika to Draco. "Care to enlighten me, Mr. Malfoy?"
"I don't remember."
"I see. Well, perhaps a week of detention will jog your memory." Janeway raised one hand to halt his objections. "I know Mr. Filch could always use assistance. You will report to him after your last class for a week. You three can go now."
Malfoy looked venomously at Annika before he stomped off with Crabbe and Goyle following closely behind.
"As for you, Ms. Hansen, since Professor Umbridge thought it fit not to teach anything useful last year I am resigned to having to teach two years' worth of information in just one. You will be assigned to me. For a month." Janeway's stern look betrayed nothing that would hint at the excitement she felt at the prospect of the brilliant and fascinating young woman working so closely with her for an entire month. "Research. I heard you're good at that."
"Y-Yes, Professor." Annika's eyes were wide, but she kept the thrill she felt concealed behind a remorseful façade. An entire month working long hours with the enigmatic and attractive Professor Janeway, Annika could think of no greater reward for punching Malfoy in the mouth than that.
"Good, we'll begin tonight."
"I never thought I'd say this, Anni, but you've got some cojones." B'Elanna Torres smiled broadly displaying sharp teeth that bespoke her Vampiric heritage.
B'Elanna was only half-Vampire, but enough that she had felt on the outs within the Wizardry community most of her life. That was until she came to Hogwarts and became close friends with the ethereal blonde who was as light featured as B'Elanna was dark. They might appear an odd pairing, but the two had been inseparable since their first year. B'Elanna was also the only person who knew of Annika's infatuation with the newest Hogwarts professor.
"I just wish I could…" Annika lowered her voice so only B'Elanna could hear though it was probably unnecessary to do so during lunchtime in the Great Hall. "I wish I could put a spell on him that would keep his filthy mouth shut."
"Yeah, I'll second that. But he did get you a whole month's worth of private time with you know who." B'Elanna practically winked at the blushing Annika before she covertly watched Professor Janeway.
The auburn haired Professor was seated next to Hagrid and though the woman had a pleasant expression on her elegant features, B'Elanna could tell she wasn't entirely interested in what the groundskeeper was saying. In fact, if B'Elanna didn't know better she would have sworn Janeway was looking in the general direction of her and Annika.
"I know!" Annika's excited voice brought B'Elanna's attention away from her observation of Professor Janeway. "It's brilliant."
"Oh bugger off will ya? I can't stand that lovesick look of yours."
"It's not obvious is it?" Annika's hands went to her flushed face, her eyes wide and concerned.
"Um… are you being serious?" B'Elanna's voice was disbelieving as she took in the rather embarrassed expression. "It's written all over your face. Even Tom and Harry have noticed and you know how daft those two are."
"Okay, fine. I just hope Professor Janeway doesn't know." Annika's heart began to race as she surreptitiously observed the woman in question. The Professor was smiling kindly at the gregarious bearded groundskeeper and that bright grin was infectious. Annika's full lips were pulled up as she sighed happily.
"Ugh, you've got it bad."
"What am I going to do, Bella?" Annika's dreamy look was quickly replaced with a look of complete and utter apprehension. "I'm going to be spending an entire month as her assistant. Alone. With her."
"I can think of a few things you could do." B'Elanna's tone was suggestive as her dark eyebrows lifted up and down theatrically. "Late at night. That big ole' desk of hers. You know what I'm saying."
"You're absolutely mental, you know that." Annika's smile was tremulous as she tried to ignore how B'Elanna's words affected her. In truth, Annika had thought about that darkly-stained oak desk of Professor Janeway's in her more libidinous imaginings.
"I noticed you aren't denying it."
"You're not helping me out, you know. A month!" Annika thought she was the luckiest person alive despite the fact that she knew she was probably in for thirty days of the sweetest sort of torture
"Starting tonight." B'Elanna smirked unhelpfully. "I'm sure you'll figure something out. You are a certified genius after all, right?"
"Not really that helpful right now."
"Ms. Hansen." Kathryn Janeway's warm, husky voice froze both Annika and B'Elanna in their seats since they hadn't noticed her approach. "Meet me in my office promptly after your last class. And bring your wand."
"Yes, Professor."
Both Annika and B'Elanna watched the robed woman depart from the Great Hall. Their held breaths expelled as soft sighs.
"Yeah." B'Elanna nodded her head in understanding. "She is hot."
Annika lowered her slim, pale body into the aromatic, bubbly and heated water of the prefect bathtub. She let a low sigh escape her as she settled against the wall of the pool, closed her eyes, and tried to relax despite the turmoil in her mind. Her first night of detention with Professor Janeway occupied her thoughts and caused shivers of anticipation and nervousness to run down her spine and raise goosebumps across her skin.
She had persuaded Professor Trelawney to allow her to leave Divination early when she had explained quite sincerely that her tealeaves had told her that her destiny required her to. Usually Annika wouldn't lie outright, especially to such a naively innocent creature as Trelawney, but she needed to prepare. If she was going to be alone with Professor Janeway all evening she didn't want the scents of her Advanced Botany and Extremely Advanced Potions class to be on her skin. Annika passed the lavender scented sponge across her naked flesh and enjoyed how the soft material felt against her highly sensitized body.
"Mmm, Professor." Annika's breathy voice accompanied the motion of her palm against her left nipple that became hard under the pressure.
Annika closed her eyes as she imagined Professor Janeway in the bath with her. Gloriously naked and pressing her beautiful hands against Annika's soap-slick breasts. Another moan escaped deep from Annika's throat as an image of Janeway smirking suggestively and moving her hands down across Annika's flat stomach filled her mind's eye. Annika imagined that it was Janeway's fingers and not her own that were pressing into her moist heat that had nothing to do with the hot tub. She bit her lower lip to avoid making too much noise in the vast room, but Annika couldn't prevent guttural grunts to reverberate in her throat as her fingers pushed repeatedly in and out of her while her other hand played with the sensitive protrusion above her filled opening between her legs. Annika came violently with the name "Kathryn" torn from her that echoed in the bathing chamber. After the last of the aftershocks subsided her rubbery body sunk low in the fragrant water as she closed her eyes and sighed contently. That had certainly relieved some tension, Annika thought as she regained a steady breath.
What Annika was too preoccupied by her body's feeling of total satisfaction to notice was a concealed person in the high balcony of the greatly steamed up room. Dark blue eyes watched Annika lift her flushed body from the tub before the blonde donned a long sapphire robe and departed to the changing room. Only when the door closed behind Annika did the shadowy figure speak. The feminine, husky voice was soft and didn't rise above the draining sound of the bath. "Soon, my dear girl. Very soon."