Honor (Remus Lupin x Reader)
What is honor? Most would consider it one’s moral compass, the embodiment of principles such as integrity, authenticity, a sense of duty to oneself and others. However, when your family is part of the Sacred 28, honor is about making an appearance, one noble enough to put down every muggleborn around you, all those with impure blood. It means keeping a straight face despite your own parents not caring enough to go with you to the train, to wave you off. It means walking past every kid with loving parents hugging them goodbye and not batting an eye. You were a Zabini. It was in your blood.
You entered the compartment that had your usual group, Bartemius Crouch Junior, Evan Rosier, Regulus Black, Pandora Rosier, and Dorcas Meadows, sitting down next to Barty, who already had a cigarette lit up. Barty and Evan were the only ones who had arrived as of now, Dorcas always running late, Pandora talking up Xenophilius and Regulus... Well, Regulus was always on time, actually, which made it odd he wasn’t there.
“Merlin’s beard, will someone crack a window before Crouch kills us all?” Evan groaned, glaring daggers at Barty.
“Evan, for the last bloody time, I am under duress, and therefore need an outlet. Now if you want to give me another outlet, I wouldn’t be opposed, but if you don’t-” Evan was out of the compartment before Barty could finish, pulling him to the small bathrooms in the middle of the train.
“God, could they be any more obvious?” You muttered. Before you could go looking for Pandora or anyone else, the carriage opened and one by one, in came Remus Lupin. The man, the myth, the legend. And your summer fling, a secret you will take to your grave.
“Zabini.”
“Lupin.”
“No friends?”
“They’re on their way.”
“How long d’you reckon they’ll take?”
At this, you finally looked at him. The scars marring his face, the jagged self inflicted marks from when he turned every full moon, the large sweater he wore, concealing his lean muscles and the small tattoo of the word Moony on his hip. It was almost like he read your mind.
“Eyes are up here, love,” he said, and your eyes finally met his. “There’s a room in the back of the train. Off limits to students. No one really knows about it,” his eyes traced your features. You so desperately wanted to leave him in the past, in the summer, in your memories alone. You didn’t want this, to want to want him. It went against your nature. You were a Zabini for Christs’ sake! You could be disowned for being caught with him doing anything at all. You were obviously going to decline him. Tell him to forget about the summer, about anything ever happening between the two of you. Tell him to fuck off for the remainder of your years at Hogwarts. Who does he think he is, coming up to you publicly? Talking like he can have you? The answer would be absolutely not, in any timeline or universe.
“Meet me there in ten minutes,” the words slipped from your mouth by accident. Well, you had to be mature about this and accept the consequences. Oh, well. Your legs led you past compartments filled with students of all ages, talking excitedly, waving around their hands. You had barely shut the door behind you to the mysterious back room before hands were on you, and not gently. Summer Remus had always taken it slow, for fear of hurting you, but this Remus clearly had no problem ripping your literal school uniform to get off your shirt.
“Hey, what the fu-” You didn’t have a chance to finish, Remus crashing his lips onto yours fiercely. There was no tension, no buildup, just need. “Merlin, I missed you so much,” he muttered against your lips before attacking your throat with bites and nips. Your bodies were pressed together, almost frantically, his lips moving frantically across your collarbone, grazing the edge of your bra, tracing the curve of your breast, navigating your body.
“Missed having you like this.” Remus unclasped your bra with one hand and pulled it off swiftly, swirling his tongue around one nipple and pinching the other with his forefinger and thumb, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. “You like that? You’re doing so good for me.” The air was charged with electricity and the previously cold room was now heated, burning with anticipation. While he was having the time of his life with your breasts, his other hand trailed down your waist, making easy work of your skirt, taking it off in seconds.
“Christ, you’re already soaked for me. Only from a few touches? So sensitive..” His hand moved from your breast to pull your panties off, then lifted you by your thighs to set you on a table in the corner before dropping to his knees in front of you. Now completely exposed with him still fully clothed, you felt vulnerable and almost embarrassed, and of fucking course, he picked up on it.
“You okay?”
“Fine.”
He pulled off his jumper and let you put it on anyways, exposing his top to the chilly air. Curse him and his intuitiveness. You had barely uttered a ‘thank you’ before the pad of his thumb rubbed your clit in agonizingly slow circles. You bit down on your lip hard, holding back any sounds, considering there were people just on the other side of the wall. The corners of Remus’ mouth lifted up in a smirk at your feeble attempts to stay quiet.
“Don’t want anyone to hear you, now do you? Making all these pretty sounds just for me?” You wanted to snap back at him, but he pushed one finger into your heat before you could, stretching for a minute before curling. His finger continued its gentle exploration before adding another, his thumb never ceasing its tantalizing movements. You felt the heat coil in your stomach, your mind going fuzzy, and just as you felt the edge of your release, he pulled out his fingers, your core clenching around air. You whined at this, which only amused him.
“Shh, just feel me,” Remus mumbles against your core, his mouth replacing his fingers. Your hands tangle in his curls, gripping them for dear life, and you hate the fact you were pretty sure you’d collapse if it weren’t for one of his hands steadying you.
“I feel you,” you whimper as he begins kissing at your entrance. “You’re all I feel.” He makes a low sound at that, and then he sweeps his tongue against you, ensuring every coherent you’ve ever had shifts to static. His tongue laps up your slick, sealing his lips around your clit and causing you to buck into him.
“Remus, please.. Please don’t stop..” It’s all you can manage to say, your thighs shaking, and you’re sure your wetness must be all over his face now, he knows, he fucking knows exactly how to make you fall apart and he just keeps going. Your brain is now ceasing function, the only thoughts being him. Remus motherfucking Lupin and his magic tongue.
“I need-” you whimper, hands tightening in his hair, just enough to make him groan against your swollen folds. You don’t even know what you’re asking for, you just know you need it with a passion.
“Let go.. I dare you.” He utters, the sound of his voice vibrating against you. The smallest part of you that’s still functioning relays his words to the rest of your body, and before you know it, you’re being sent into white hot oblivion, the only thing grounding you being his tongue lapping up everything you give him. Your thighs clamped around his head, your orgasm shredding you apart at the seams. You hadn’t actually had sex with anyone since the last time you saw each other in the summer, and it showed in the way you came so quickly.
You’re fairly positive your legs will never be able to support you again, and when you finally come back down to earth, feeling like jelly as he pulls back, his tongue flicking over his lips to clean off whatever’s left of him, your mind quickly reminds you it’s only fair to return the favor. You were overstimulated to the point of sheer exhaustion, but you wanted to make him feel good, too.
You reach for his trousers, your fingers shaking along with the rest of you, when he holds your wrists gently. You look up at him in utter confusion. “Don’t worry about it.” He shook his head when you protested. “You’re exhausted, Zabini. It’s almost as if you haven’t even been busy since our last encounter.” At his words, you suddenly decide the wall is the most interesting thing in the world to look at.
“You’re kidding.”
“Fuck off.”
“Nobody?”
“For your information, sex simply isn’t on my mind 24/7 like you, you hedonistic pleasure-seeker.” You shot back. But the insult didn’t even register with him, he was too busy staring like a goddamn creep. “No one else since me? Be honest with yourself, you must enjoy my company to an extent.” He stared down at you.
“I enjoy your tongue to an extent, Lupin.” You mutter as you pull on your clothes, the first two of your shirt buttons popped off from when he practically ravaged you. You throw him back his jumper and exit swiftly, not giving him a second glance. Before you shut the door after tossing the jumper in his face, you hear him say, “This is going to be a very long year.”
You had never agreed with anything he said quite as much. As you walk back to the compartment, you pass James Potter and Regulus himself walking out of a closet, adjusting themselves. So that was why he was late. Great.