Strawberry & Cigarettes

"Would you light my cigarette?" You asked with a soft voice, Remus turned around and found the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

"Aren't you a bit young to smoke?" He asked playfully while placing his lighter next to your mouth, maybe he drank too much, but the way you leaned down and lit up your cigarette was by far the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life.

"Aren't you a bit old to mind your business?" You replied as equally playfully while exhaling a cloud of smoke in another direction. "Thank you."

Outside it was dark, the dim lights from inside the bar gave you a soft red glow that only emphasized your precious features, the curve of your nose, the spark in your eyes, and the glossy shine of your lips every time you brought the cigarette close to your lips. You seemed to notice his gaze, looking back at him with the same vigor; You were mesmerized by his angular features, his breathtaking amber eyes, and noticing the scars on his face only made you even more attracted to him. Remus enjoyed the look you were giving him and he indulge himself in it, loving the feeling of being adored and desired. He was borderline drunk to even feel embarrassed and you looked as drunk as he was. The visual contact lasted a few more minutes and you notice that your cigarette has worn off before you could even taste it a bit more.

But it didn't matter, you found something else you wanted to taste.

"Do I have something on my face?" Remus asked with a mischievous grin, to which you grinned back.

"My eyes, of course." You were forthright and he seemed to like it. "But if you want something else in your face I will be more than happy to provide it."

You were going to be the death of him.

"I can offer you a drink and see how the night turns out for both of us," Remus said taking a step closer towering over you, placing one hand in his pocket he gave another long drag to his cigarette and once it was done he smashed it with his shoe. "If that's alright to you."

"I'll take anything you want to offer." You replied walking back to the bar and he followed you quite pleased.

Remus wasn't exactly in love with the idea of one night stands, but it helped to relieve his sudden libido that only increased when the full moon was near, plus the fact that he wasn't going to cross paths again with any of the women he had been before was another strong reason he did it. Due to his condition, he knew no one would see him as a partner, less someone to form a family with. So that being said, if he could bury his desires and dark urges (among other things...) in a pretty lady like you, he was more than happy.  A little voice inside his head, the 'voice of common sense' as Remus liked to call it, was screaming at him. You looked alarmingly young, even at his drunkest stage he didn't want to be in any trouble, or to harm you that is. Taking a seat next to a window Remus and a few more drinks later you two were chatting merrily. You were more than your looks, he discovered. You were quite smart, with sassy comments at the order of the day and with a bright smile that brighten up the small and depressing bar, plus you assured him you were of legal age so that was a huge weight off his shoulders.

"So, what's a pretty lady like you doing in this awful place?" Remus asked while taking another sip of his now empty beer.

"Well, I was supposed to be here with two friends but they never arrived so, I said why not? it's not like I have something else to do tonight." You chuckled softly and Remus could only ask himself who wouldn't want to go out with such a pretty little thing like you. "And you?"

"Well, tomorrow it's my first day on a new job I kind of always wanted, so I wanted to celebrate it I guess." It was half true, but it's not like he needed to be honest to someone who he was going to see only once in his life. "Plus I live near here so..." He let out the sentence linger a bit in the air.

"Which job?" You asked sounding genuinely interested.

"A teacher."

"Cheers." You said raising your beer with a smile. "Well... professor." You said with a playful look, biting your lip. "Since you live near, why don't we leave this awful place, and you can teach me a thing or two."

He didn't need to be asked twice.

Soon you two were at his small apartment kissing each other's faces off. He could taste the strawberry flavor of your lipgloss and was by far the most delicious thing he was ever tasted before. He felt a bit embarrassed by the mess but you didn't seem to give a damn, he was in the process of moving so his floor was filled with books, boxes, and a couple of clothes. He removed your jacket and you kissed his neck eagerly. Remus placed his hands on your hips and brought you even closer to his body. His hands were everywhere, your thighs, your hips, your chest and you seemed to love every second of it. Leading you up to his bedroom he gently placed you in his bed making his way on top of you. Cupping his face in your hands you kissed him again with passion and need. His hands made their way to your chest again and in a blink of an eye, you were topless. His soft lips trailed to your neck and your chest and he started kissing your breasts, he was enjoying it as much as you were. His tongue and teeth made you squirm under him and when he was done you were trembling. Your face was in a lovely shade of red, your nipples swollen and hard. You were a work of art.

"You didn't tell me your name." You said breathlessly.

"I think it's better that way." He replied and for a second you could spot a hint of sadness in his eyes, but it probably was your imagination. Maybe it was the reflection of your own eyes.

"What a shame, I wanted to moan your name." You teased with a smile. 

Yeah, you were going to be the death of him.

Eager to return the favor, you removed his jacket and his cardigan; with quick fingers, you started to unbutton his shirt. Once he was as topless as you were you looked at the other scars he had across his body. You loved them. It made him look even more attractive under your gaze. Your fingers trailed a couple of his scars gently and for a second the whole moment felt different, it wasn't as rushed and inpatient as other occasions, it felt intimate, gentle, and lovely. 

"So pretty..." You said in a low voice lost in pleasure. "I like your scars." You said with one hand on his neck pulling him down to kiss the scar across his nose. "Makes you look hot and dangerous."

"You are playing with fire, love," Remus replied with a grin but let himself go to your ministrations. 

"Am I? professor." Your voice was filled with malice. Remus bit his lip at the nickname, it wasn't supposed to turn him on as much as it did. "Oh, you like that?" You continued, dragging your lips against his. "I wished I could be your little student, so I can see you in class... So you can bend me over your desk, give me detention, I can even suck you off in class if you want..."

With a groan he kissed you again, removing every piece of clothing that was a barrier between your naked body and his hands. Drinking your naked form, his hands pinched your nipples again making your back arch and the cutest little moans escaped from your lips. His hand quickly nested against your core and you moaned louder this time. His thumb rubbed small gentle circles on your clit. Seeing you break into his bed was probably one of the prettiest things he had ever seen. You were quite different. You weren't like other women he had been before, you seemed to be interested in whatever he had to say, other women just wanted to go straight to the point. Plus, you seemed to adore his scars, a part of him he hated. A permanent reminder of his condition. You were truly something else. Too bad he wasn't going to see you ever again. Pushing one finger into you, Remus was delighted with your low moans and soft pants, your legs were now wrapped around his hips pushing him closer, and his lips found their place around your neck kissing and bitting the divine texture of your skin. Unable to control himself he bit your shoulder even harder leaving the mark of his teeth, your loud moan brought him to his senses and he quickly apologized to which you shook your head.

"I don't mind." You assure him breathlessly. "Be as rough as you want." His tongue traced the mark of his teeth and he kissed the valley of your breasts again and again, tugging your nipples with his teeth he was making you squirm and moan mercilessly.

Adding another finger he was now devoted to your pleasure, with other women he just wanted it to be over as soon as possible, but with you... He wanted to hear you as much as he could and he didn't understand why. It just felt right. Once he was done with torturing you, he unbuckled his belt and removed his pants, you just laid there, enjoying the show.

"I love your body.: You said and Remus gave you a small laugh. "It's true! I can't quite put my finger on it... But I could watch you for hours..." The raspy tone of your voice made his heart flutter, you sounded so sincere, so he indulge himself with your words.

"Don't you think I'm a bit old for you?" He asks, taking his place again between your legs, rubbing his hard length against your bare core, earning a moan from you.

"I... I don't mind." You barely managed to reply. "No other man is as handsome as you are." The way you spoke to him only made Remus eager to be inside you, to fulfill his desires, and to make you feel as good as he possibly could.

In his drunken state, he believed you even if a part of him knew you were lying and your words were a mixture of alcohol, pleasure, and probably a kink for old guys. Removing his last piece of clothing, Remus smiled when your eyes widened at the sight of his length, rubbing the swollen tip against your clit he made sure to cover himself with your arousal before making his way inside you. You seemed to be impatient so when you whined needily, he noticed how excited he was as well. Pushing himself onto you, he did it slowly and you were grateful for that because oh God you needed your time. Struggling to regulate your breathing, You moaned even louder every time he sink deeper. Until he reached the end, you were sure he was about to split you in half and you loved every second of it. Giving you a moment to get used to the new feeling, you were also sure that you were never with a guy with a dick like his. It felt huge and the way he rubbed against you hit all the right spots. With a quick nod you assure him that it was right for him to move and Oh, he did. Pressing his large hands on your hips you could feel yourself being dragged against his hard cock, making you lose every sense of coherency, biting your lip your back arched feeling like you were in heaven. Lupin's eyes were glued to your form, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, the way your breasts moved gently to his thrusts, the way your mouth let escape every wonderful sound you made for him and because of him. Eager to hear more, his thumb returned to your clit giving it a few experimental rubs, it seemed to do the trick because the moment he felt you clenching against his cock he lost it. His thrusts gained speed and force, he did his best to control himself but it was too much, the soft velvety sensation of your walls, the lewd noises your bodies made every time the skin collided, the sinful moans that were being ripped out of your throat were music to his ears. He was so lost in this new and wonderful state of pleasure that he wasn't able to hear you, so when you raised your voice a little, Remus apologized for not hearing you the first time.

"What's the matter, princess?" He asked kissing your lips and you smiled sweetly.

"I..I said, can I r-ride you?" You asked shyly, almost as if his dick wasn't buried in you and you weren't naked in a stranger's bed.

"Of course, darling." He cooed at you and helped you to get on top of him, resting his back against the header of his bed, Remus bottomed out when he felt you sinking on top of him. "Such a good girl..." He moaned placing his hands on your ass squeezing it, earning a moan from your lips.

You started to bounce lightly, getting used to this new angle which made him feel even deeper, you swore that you could feel him rearranging your intestines. Every time you drop yourself on him you felt your clit being rubbed against his crotch and the smooth feeling of his patch of hair. Seconds later you were bouncing on top of him from top to bottom, his hips moved upwards meeting yours which made you almost scream against his lips, it was just too much, he was too big, and you were so turned on. Small tears of overstimulation ran down your cheeks but your face was permanently drawn with a smile, you were enjoying this, and your eyes were lost with desire and lust. To Remus's eyes, you looked gorgeous. His hair was a mess, a thin layer of sweat covered both of your bodies and the damp sound of the wetness of your tights against his was lewd and borderline pornographic. You were hypnotic. His lips kissed you again, harsh and hungrily. You felt your lips bruised but you didn't care, you wanted all of it. Feeling the tight knot in your lower stomach ready to burst, your arms wrapped around his neck, moaning in his ear on purpose fueling his libido, and feeling the strong grip on your ass only get harder. You tried to warn him that you were about to cum but Remus seemed to notice. But how couldn't he? You were moaning like gripping him as if your life depends on it. He felt your arousal pooling in his dick and he was loving it.

Your walls greedily clenched around his cock and he felt almost at the edge as well. He didn't even notice when your hand lowered to play with yourself, gently moving your hand, his fingers played with your clit once more this time roughly. Hitting all the right spots and buttons, you came hard, harder than you had ever done, harder than no one has ever made you cum. A few more thrusts he did the same, and you hummed at the warm feeling of his cum inside you, it was exquisite, to say the least. He kissed you again, this time a bit sloppy but it was understandable. But you weren't done with him. Remus was highly (and rightfully surprised) when the night went on, inside you, eating you, rubbing himself against you. It went on and on, it went for what it felt like hours, and at the end, he didn't know when you end and he started and vice-versa. You managed to pull two more orgasms from him and he happily returned the favor. By your third orgasm, you were barely able to keep up. It was a long, long night... By the time you two took a shower together, the clock informed you two that it was past 4 am. None of you seemed to be bothered and after another hot session of kisses and making out in the shower, Remus did what he never thought he would do before. In your underwear, wearing the gray cardigan he used that night you laid down next to him, head resting against his chest. The alcohol was now out of his system, but he was still drunk, drunk of you. Your figure, your scent now combined with his, your smile, your eyes.

Fuck. This was supposed to be only a one-night occasion, then why he was now wrapping his arms around your waist and falling asleep to the sound of your calm breathing? Before these thoughts could consume him he fell asleep. Kissing your forehead and murmuring a sweet:

"Good night."

The next morning, was chaotic. His alarm clock was screaming at him, Remus woke up startled. He was running late! Flashbacks of the events of last night went through his head and he was partially relieved and partially sad to notice the space next to him, your scent still lingered in the air but he didn't have time to be sorry for himself!

Taking a quick shower, Remus finished his packing. A towel around his neck and a pair of dark dress pants were all he was wearing while brushing his teeth. Fitting all the books and clothes he could in his case, he returned to his room to finish the last bits of packing when he noticed a small note next to his nightstand. The handwriting was clean but rushed.

"Had a great night, good luck with your new job! x"

Remus could only smile. Folding it and placing it inside his wallet he at least could have a nice memory of the night he had with you. When he was done, dressed as neatly as he could, all his luggage where it belonged, and chugging a cup of black coffee to last the day, the rest of his belongings would be apparated to his new office in Hogwarts so now his main problem was to get in time for the train. Remus wasn't a fan of apparating, it gave him a weird feeling of nausea but he had to stick with it for the time being. With a loud crack, he was now outside of the Hogwarts express and rushing himself inside the train walking by a few students that gave him curious looks. Finding an empty compartment, he sat down. Noticing how exhausted he was. The coffee barely had any effect on him so while he chewed on a piece of chocolate he covered himself with his coat. He was excited, the moment Albus offered him the job he knew it was the only thing he could manage to get, not everyone wanted a werewolf to work with them, and taking note of the recent events regarding you-know-who and how the economy was... Plus being a teacher wasn't so bad, he remembered his days in Hogwarts when without noticing he had his small studying group. So it was the same principle, hopefully. With the soft light of the compartment and the gentle rock of the train on movement, Remus fell asleep.

On the other side of the train, you walked in hurriedly. Your legs were sore, your whole body was. Heading to the seventh-year wagon you stumbled across two figures, two figures you wanted to avoid. The bag you were holding flew over your head and your ass hit the floor. You knew you looked like a mess. That morning you woke up in a stranger's bed and dressed up quickly to not be late for school you even forgot to return his cardigan, which was now comfy folded in your bag. You hope he didn't mind.

"There you are!" Fred Weasley exclaimed happily, helping you get up. "Sorry, I know that hurt, we were looking for you."

"I was late." You said giving him an angry look. "I don't wanna talk to you two. I'm really upset."

"We're so sorry!" George said and Fred nodded. "We wanted to go to the bar with you! But mum caught us trying to steal dad's car and you know how she goes. We were grounded." You couldn't say no to those two bastards when they both gave you puppy eyes.

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say." You rolled your eyes but smiled, unable to stay mad at them for long. Plus, if they had arrived, you weren't able to meet the wonderful man you met last night and how Merlin was wonderful...

"So what did you do?" Fred asked handing you your bag. You looked around making sure no one was hearing you and pushed them back to the compartment they shared before they found you.

"What's going on?" George asked, they weren't supposed to be there, they weren't seventh years, but after one detention together you three were the best of friends, kind of. "What's the big secret?"

"So." You started, taking a seat and placing your bag in your lap. "Well, I'm still mad at you two for leaving me alone."

"You're not," Fred said playfully. "But go on."

"Anyways..." You ran your hand through your head, nervous. "So, I met this guy, we hit it off, I think I was pretty drunk and he was as well." George raised his eyebrow at your statement and you blushed. "We went to his apartment and... you know..."

"So you had sex with a stranger?" Fred asked laughing as if it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. "So he did that to you?" George then asked, pointing at your neck.

Your eyes widened and pulling out a small mirror from your back you noticed the small but noticeable hickeys. Ones you didn't notice that morning. The twins started laughing, squirming, and holding their stomachs in pain. Fred wiped the small tears from his eyes and George had to cover his mouth with his hand.

"Stop!" You cried embarrassed.

"So do you have a new boyfriend or..?" George inquired after he was done laughing at you.

"Well, it was more of a one-night thing... Which it's a bummer because he was really handsome." You said quite upset.

"And what was he like? Tell us, my dear, indulge us with this mysterious man." Fred teased you.

"I don't even know his name!" You exclaimed, almost offended at his teasing. "He was tall, really tall, he had scars too, all across his body and a huge one across his nose, no idea from where he got'em but that only made him even hotter, to be honest.

"By any chance, was he older than you?" Fred added, trying to control his laughter. Your face gave them all the answers they needed. You blushed wildly, feeling even dizzy by your embarrassment. Covering your face with your hands you then started to laugh at their laugh, it was just so contagious, But they weren't done with the teasing.

"What if he is married!?" Fred said exaggeratedly, covering a dramatic gasp with his hands, although you couldn't recall spotting a ring on his finger. "Would you be willing to be a stepmother?"

"Such a homewrecker..." George said pretending to be disappointed. "We always knew you liked old men, but this exceeds our parameters, dear. Are you sure you had a fatherly figure in your life?"

Now you were the one laughing, the three of you started joking and teasing each other off. You loved them, they made you feel safe and happy. You didn't have trouble finding friends but you weren't exactly the one to trust people so when you met them something just clicked and now every time you needed them they were there for you, to help you, just make you laugh or to get you in trouble. And the twins knew you would do the same for them. Maybe an hour or two later, they were talking about their summer back at home when you felt suddenly really cold. Covering yourself with your jumper, you shivered. Fred and George seemed to feel it too but before any of you could say something the train stopped.

"Why is it stopping? We barely reached halfway there." You said in a low voice, afraid of being too loud.

"Look," George whispered pointing at the windows. The glass started to get colder and colder, a white layer of ice covering it completely. The lights went off and you shivered again, this time harder.

"Do you hear that?" Fred whispered as well. And in silence, you could barely register it. It sounded like a moan, a gentle sound but filled with sorrow and darkness.

Curling up in your seat you felt pale when you saw a dark, tall floating figure walking by your compartment, that thing didn't even bother to look in your direction, it just kept floating. Looking for something, for someone. Your heart pounding in your chest was the only thing you could hear for some long, awful minutes. You felt less scared when you were sure that... that thing was out of sight and getting farther and farther from you three. Remaining in silence the twins were just as scared as you were, petrified in their seats. The feeling of uncertainty and waiting was eating you alive. You were about to move when the lights suddenly turned on and the train was moving again. Fred, George, and you remained in silence for a few more minutes and the head boy of your house was walking by each compartment making sure everyone was alright. He didn't even seem to notice the twins out of their respective wagons, the priority was to assure every student's safety.

"What the hell was that?" Fred asked pale as a leaf.

"I think it was a dementor, I'm not sure." You said still trembling. "If I'm not wrong dementors are supposed to guard Azkaban." You did your best, you weren't that good in dark creatures, it just wasn't your cup of tea.

"Do you think they are here cuz of..." George's question lingered in the cold air.

"Yeah, Sirius Black." You said with a gulp, feeling calmer but still trembling.

You heard of the news, who didn't? It was worldwide news, in every newspaper, every street, radio, and tv. Sirius Black one of the most powerful and devoted followers of the Dark Lord escaped Azkaban, the most secure prison in the world, and was the first one to ever do it... Well, it was something to be truly scared of. You didn't know the whole story, something about treason and something to do with Harry Potter, you felt bad for the poor kid, he didn't have the best of luck. You knew him from your potions tutorship, you were quite skilled in that class so when professor Snape offer you the opportunity to help some students in disgrace you happily took the offer. Maybe you would check on him later in the week. You weren't that close to him so you didn't want it to be weird. Once the train arrived at Hogwarts, you felt at ease, as your mother said this was the safest place on the Earth, or at least you wanted to believe her.

Grabbing your bag, you hugged Fred and George making sure they were fine and walked towards the seventh-year student group. Your friends greeted you with a smile and a hug, if they noticed the hickeys in your neck they didn't say anything. The view was amazing, as always. And you couldn't help but feel a bit sad, this was your last year, last year being a carefree student, last year seeing your friends every day. You also had your N.E.W.T.S, another worry to add to the bag. With a sigh you hop on the horseless carriages, catching up with your friends about their summer. You smiled and laughed again at their anecdotes, the chat kept until your group arrived at the main doors.

"There's a new professor." Jennifer, one of your closest friends said with a smile. "Lockhart sucked at his job, so I hope this new professor knows what he's doing."

"Another DADA professor?" Another one of your friends, Ariadna, sighed while resting her head on your shoulder. "That position it's cursed, my god."

"Don't forget the scandal Lockhart pulled last year." You said covering your mouth trying not to laugh.

"Do you think this professor would be hot?" Jennifer asked daydreaming. Ariadna and you only looked at her with irony.

You were the last one to walk down the carriage, but then your face hit the floor. All the air was punched out of your lungs and you felt a burning sensation in your left ankle. You heard Ariadna and Jennifer calling your name and helping you get up, no one laughed (thankfully) and a few other students walked in to check on you. You assured them that you were good just a bit dizzy. Your Transfiguration professor walked by, worried. With the help of your two friends on each shoulder, you did your best to face her. You felt a sharp pain in your cheek and when you placed your fingers you saw blood, damn it.

"Can you please take her to see Madame Pomfrey?" Professor McGonagall asked your two friends who nodded.

"I'm fine! Just a little fall." You suddenly said, not wanting all the attention on you, but Professor McGonagall insisted. Finally, you agreed, and with the help of your two friends, you limped your way to the infirmary.

Madame Pomfrey attended you as kind as ever, asking you what had happened. You explained your accident and assure her that you were fine but she wasn't having any of it. Keeping you in bed she examinated your ankle which was now red and swollen. Giving you a potion to relieve your pain you drank it while she continued her diagnosis, it tasted like cotton candy and you felt quite better instantly. She asked you about your summer and you replied enjoying her presence. Standing next to you she proceeded to check your temperature and your heartbeat, just in case! If she saw the hickeys in your neck, she didn't say anything either.

"Well my dear, you didn't break your ankle which is a great thing, unfortunately, you sprained your ankle which means the ligaments are broken and swollen, it happens due to a violent movement or in your case, a fall. I can instantly heal you but it can make the muscle more prone to another sprain. So we can wrap it up with a couple of bandages and I will give you a potion for pain." You nodded, whatever she said was right for you, she was the expert. "You need to be careful and rest, in a few days you will be as good as new."

You thanked her and laid down for another while. She offered you to stay the night in the infirmary but you declined, you knew you were already going to skip dinner, but you at least wanted to sleep in your dorm. Another while, when you were feeling better and the pain wasn't as unbearable as before, you stood up and made your way slowly to your house's common room. You walked slowly, with safe steps, stairs were your worst enemy at that moment and when you arrived at your common room you found your two friends waiting for you in one of the armchairs. Helping you to get upstairs to the shared bedroom you sat in bed feeling even more exhausted. Changing into a more comfortable set of clothes. Laying down you stretched in your bed careful to not move much your ankle. You heard them talking to you but you weren't listening, it was a good thing because as you dozed off, you didn't hear about the new DADA professor, Dumbledore's speech, and how the Weasley twins were desperately looking for you. Jennifer and Ariadna weren't bothered in the slightest, they understood you were tired and they laid down an hour or two later. You just close your eyes, falling asleep to the soothing smell of lavender and fresh clean bedsheets, it must be the potion, yeah.

Waking up by Jennifer's voice, you rubbed your eyes. You slept heavily that night. Another quick eye rubbing and you were sitting on the edge of your bed.

"Are you hearing me?" Jennifer asked looking at your sleepy form.

"Yes. No." You said with a raspy voice.

"You're gonna be late for potions!" That statement made you react. Standing up and getting a shower as quickly as your injured ankle let allowed you. Brushing your hair, while brushing your teeth you realized you also missed breakfast. Cursing yourself you hurried up, dressing up with your uniform and wrapping your ankle in a new set of bandages.

It was quite cold so you grabbed the first thing you found in your trunk, which turned out to be a certain cardigan you accidentally stole from a certain someone. You shrugged and slid it over your head and the scent of it made you remember for a second what happened that night. It still smelled strongly like him and for a moment it hit you, it smelled like chocolate, cinnamon, and a hint of sandalwood. Jennifer's voice pulls you out of your trance and while she grabs your backpack she helps you walk down the stairs.

"Where did you get that?" She asks while walking down the stairs towards the dungeons.

"Oh, brought it from home, mom gave it to me but it turned out to be a couple sizes bigger, I liked it so I kept it." You lied, maybe later you would tell her the truth.

"A couple? Girl, you are literally swimming in that cardigan." She laughed. Knocking the door you walked in, apologizing to Professor Snape. He turned around from the board and looked at Jennifer and you with narrowed eyes.

"You know I don't allow any students after the class starts." He said with a haughty tone.

"I know professor and I'm terribly sorry, I had an accident last night." You said raising your foot a little for him to see. "Jennifer helped me, that's why she's also late." Snape looked at both of you again, your ankle and how it was tightly wrapped. He turned around and continued his class not before saying:

"I'll let you pass this time, but next time I won't be so forgiving." And with that, he kept writing.

"Thank you." Jennifer and you said with a smile. Ariadna was already there waiting for you two and helped you take a seat.

"Now, as I was saying. Today's first lesson will be about Wolfsbane, can anyone tell me what it is for...?"

As usual, you enjoyed potions class, it wasn't that hard when you read the book properly and asked the right questions, Ariadna was also good and Jennifer was a lost cause. You helped her as you could without getting scolded by Snape and before you could even realize it, the class was over. You three were the last ones to walk out and while Ariadna grabbed your bag, Jennifer helped you walk to your next class. You felt a bit embarrassed by it, but they assured you that it didn't matter, you thanked them endlessly, feeling grateful to have friends like them.

"What class do we have next?" You asked when you three finally (finally!) were out of the dungeons.

"DADA," Ariadna replied.

"You will get to see our new teacher, he's so handsome." Jennifer sighed with a smile. Rolling your eyes you got to the class just in time, sitting on your desk with their help you pulled out your book and quill, you were kind of excited about this class, of course, you had your doubts, almost praying for a teacher that knew what they were doing. Or at least a teacher that could make the class about what it was supposed to be and not about him.

Five minutes into the class, the professor was nowhere to be seen and exchanging looks with Ariadna and Jennifer you feared the worst, maybe they chose to reassign at the last minute when they heard that the job was cursed. You wouldn't blame them. Then, the door of the office just upstairs opened, and you felt your heart stop for a second.

This wasn't happening. This wasn't real. This was just a big, enormous, giant joke. 

Your eyes widened, and your mouth dropped from your jaw. You covered your mouth quickly to suppress the sudden gasp that threatened to escape from the deepest part of your throat. All the color drained from your face when you saw the man walking down the stairs. He was tall, he wore a lovely long jacket that complimented his skin tone and sandy hair with a couple of silver strands, Jennifer was right, he was handsome, really, really handsome. The scars that covered his face didn't affect his looks in the slightest, if only they were a gorgeous frame to his adorable and friendly smile. He was wearing a light gray cardigan but with the color scheme he was going for, maybe a dark gray cardigan would've been better.

Too bad you were already wearing the only dark gray cardigan he owned.

His eyes met yours and he stopped his movements for a second, a second that felt like a minute and a very long one. His eyes widened for a second and Remus Lupin felt his throat drying up faster than a drop of water in the Sahara, but he quickly gained composure again, although every hint of confidence he had was quickly worn off and was replaced with a nervous smile, he clapped his hands gaining all the attention of the students. He looked at you again for a second and opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out of it. Students started to murmur about it, but no one seemed to notice the awkward interaction between you two. All you wanted was to disappear.

"Good morning." His voice seemed to find its way to his mouth and the murmur was quickly suppressed. "Had a little moment, sorry. Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts, I'm your new professor, My name is Remus Lupin and I'm so grateful and excited to be here with you all." His kind and warm smile were back and every female student in the class seemed to be melted by it. Except you, of course, you were horrified. You felt your heart pounding in your head and even felt a little dizzy.

Jennifer noticed and you just shook your head. She didn't push you and you were so, so grateful for that. He kept imparting class but now and then (and more often than you wanted) he gave you glances, trying his best to maintain his friendly attitude when all he wanted was to run away from the class, the castle, and the continent. The class was interesting, he spoke about dementors and warned the students to be careful outside the school parameters.

"Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them..." He said, resting on his desk and placing one hand to support his weight. You should be taking notes, but you were just looking at your hands praying for everything to be over. "Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself... soulless and evil. You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life, and you will just be an empty shell that lost its soul." Professor Lupin spoke softly, he really had the voice to teach. He answered a couple of questions and even joked with a few students. You barely register any of it, unable to ignore the buzzing that was in your ears muffling any sounds.

Once the class was dismissed you were the first one to stand up and grab your bag not even bothering to pack your book and quill. You also ignored the way Ariadna and Jennifer were calling your name, you also ignored the killing pain in your ankle while you walked hurriedly to the Great Hall, it was lunchtime but you knew you wouldn't be able to even eat a slice of toast. Turning around a corner you spotted two familiar redhead figures walking your way just as hurriedly as you were.

"Hey!" Fred said calling your name, he seemed nervous.

"What?" You asked annoyed, it wasn't their fault but you weren't able to control yourself at that moment.

"We were looking for you last night, we just wanted to make sure something... You know." George seemed equally nervous as his twin. "So remember what you told us yesterday about a guy you met in the bar? How did he look-"

"Yes, it was him." You said more harshly than you intended and the three of you stood there, in silence. 

They knew who you were talking about, you know who they were talking about.

Fred and George's eyes widened and you looked at them confused until a sudden voice talked behind you, you recognized it instantly and you felt your soul escaping your body. Turning around you looked at him, and he towered behind you just like he did outside the bar.

"Can I have a word with you?" He asked, his hands on his pockets but unable to look at you in the eyes.

"Y-Yeah." You stuttered and you looked at Fred and George with your best eyes of 'please-don't-tell-anyone-I-had-sex-with-my-teacher', they nodded and looked at Professor Lupin one last time before excusing themselves and leaving so fast their trail left flames as red as their hair.

You were fucked, you were so fucked. You had sex with your teacher.