Plethora
5th February 1978
Antonin fell beside her, he breathed heavily, he’d clearly had a good time, but like usual Solana didn’t feel quite the same.
She reached over for her silk dressing gown that he had thrown aside to cover herself up. Within that time he had begun kissing her thighs as she sat up beside him. The urge to move away from him was strong but she knew that would just cause problems, so she let him continue.
She pulled out a book from her bedside table and opened it. She didn’t even manage one sentence before Antonin grabbed the book and chucked it on the ground.
“Toni, I have to read that before Transfiguration–”
Antonin placed his finger on her lips, “When I’m with you I want your undivided attention–”
Solana shuffled slightly, “I have loads of homework due–”
“What have I told you? You don’t need to worry about your grades, that stupid professor and stupid half-blood doesn't matter.” Antonin muttered, “Let’s go for round two?” He said it like a question but she knew it wasn’t.
“Toni–” she rolled her eyes, but a wave took over her as he lifted himself up, kissing her neck.
“I know you want this Solana,” he whispered, she didn’t see him tuck his wand back under the sheets, “Tell me you want this,”
“I want this,” she breathed.
“I told you so,” he reached down into the bedside table, taking out ropes, and pulled her wrists up towards the headboard, wrapping the rope around them.
“Toni–” she whispered but Antonin pressed his lips into hers as he tightened them.
It had been a long time since he had used the ropes, and to be honest Solana hated them.
She hated the restricted movements, she hated how tight they always were and she hated the marks she was left with in the morning.
“You like this don’t you?” Antonin asked, his fingers tracing her arms, all the way down to her waist which he grabbed pulling her down the bed. She winced slightly as her arms stretched out. “Tell me you like this.”
“I like this,” she couldn’t help but lie.
“Good.” Antonin muttered as he climbed onto her.
Solana closed her eyes, trying her hardest not to feel the rope burning against her skin.
She hoped that they wouldn’t become a regular thing.
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9th February 1978
“What did you want to be when you were younger?” Solana asked, randomly one session.
“Pardon?” Remus asked, looking up from his new book, Solana did not bother to read the title.
“When you were a child, what did you want to be?”
Remus looked up thoughtfully, “I think I really wanted to be a fireman,”
“A fireman?” Solana laughed.
He nodded, whilst grinning. “I didn’t actually know much about magic then, obviously with my mother being home the most, so when I saw them on the TV, I told her I wanted to be a fireman. Clearly now I know about aguamenti, I don’t need to become one.”
Solana shook her head, still laughing.
“Okay then, what did you want to be?” Remus set his book down, his attention on her.
“You’re gonna laugh,” she shook her head.
“I promise I won’t laugh,” he said, solemnly.
She screwed her eyes.
“Oh come on, you can’t ask what I wanted to be and then not tell me what you wanted to be,” he shook his head. “I confided in you, I’ve kept that a secret for at least thirteen years,”
“Okay, okay.” she rolled her eyes. “I wanted to be a teacher–”
“A teacher!” he spluttered.
“See, I told you you were going to laugh–”
“I’m not laughing, do you see me laughing?” he said, with a trace of a smile on his lips.
“Lupin!”
“What!” he grinned.
“See it’s stupid–”
“No it’s not.” he shook his head, “It’s just funny because you’re being tutored by me so, technically I’m a teacher right now–”
“You haven’t actually taught me anything though, you’ve just made me read a plethora of books.”
“I had to tell you what plethora meant two days ago–”
“Shut up,” she snapped jokingly. “It was a big word and you used it inappropriately.”
“How on Earth did I use it inappropriatly?”
“I don’t know, I wasn't really listening.” she shrugged.
“Wow, see and this is why I don’t teach you anything.”
“I already know everything.”
“I bet you know a plethora,” he smirked.
She grabbed a piece of parchment, scrunching it up and throwing it at his shoulder.
“Ack!” he pretended, dramatically placing a hand on where the paper was thrown at him. “I’ve been shot, someone call a healer,”
“Sorry, I can’t hear you over the plethora of reading I’m doing,” Solana shook her head, ignoring him.
“That is grammatically incorrect.”
“You’re grammatically incorrect.”
“That’s mean,”
“Would you like me to apologise?” she raised her brows.
He nodded. “Yeah, please that would be great, thanks.”
“No.” she smiled sweetly, looking back down at her book.
“I’ll just tell Professor McGonagall you didn’t turn up to this session,”
“But I have loads of witnesses,” Solana said, looking around the empty library, only madam Pince was there and she seemed to be engrossed with her paperwork to even notice the two were there.
“A plethora of witnesses,” he chuckled.
“Oh, fuck you,” but she had a massive grin on her face when she said it.
“So, if you were a teacher, what would you teach?”
Solana shrugged. “I didn’t get that far thinking about it before my mother told me it was useless and I wouldn’t be able to become a teacher.”
“Well that’s just dandy… what if your mother hadn’t stepped in your way, what would you have liked to teach?”
“Umm, probably defence…”
Remus nodded. “That’s a good choice, although probably not best to do that at Hogwarts, unless you would like to have an untimely death, haven’t like four out of the seven we’ve had passed away?”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that curse. But good job I won’t ever become one anyway,”
“Don’t be so sure about that,” Remus shook his head.
“Oh, I am sure. My only job is to provide heirs for the Dolohov’s… at least I’ll get to teach them.” Solana told him.
Remus smiled softly, knowing there wasn’t anything he could say that could change her mind, because really and truly her fate was already sealed.
She sat back in her chair, “Anyway enough about my future, what are you doing with yours?”
“Huh?”
“Well mine is already written, what about you? You gonna settle down? Get married–”
Remus made a sarcastic scoff.
“What?” Solana asked.
“There will be no marriage in my future, I assure you that,”
“So you’re just gonna be alone for the rest of your life? That sounds boring,”
“As opposed to getting married to someone I don’t even like…” his smile faded when he realised what he said. “Wait, I’m sorry–”
Solana furrowed her brows. “That really isn’t any of your concern,”
“I didn’t mean that–”
“Sure,” she said, grabbing her books and shoving them in her bag.
“Solana–”
“Yeah, whatever Lupin, we went over by ten minutes anyway.” she said, storming out of the library.
She hated that he was right.