Remus had always been particularly strict with you. It wasn’t in a way that made you uncomfortable or feel inferior to him - not all the time anyway. It was more so in the way that made you feel protected by him. He only wanted the best for you and you trusted him entirely. He was always there to make sure your peers were nice to you and keep you out of trouble.
“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Good girls don’t behave like this, do they?”
“I only want what’s best for you.”
Sometimes he wouldn’t say anything at all. Sometimes he’d simply give you a look. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head downwardly at you. You didn’t like when he looked at you like that. You didn’t like when said those things to you either. But you knew he had your best interest in mind so you never questioned him.
The trust you had in Remus was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. He made you feel safe and like he would always be there support and protect you. That was something that you really liked and appreciated about him. He always took care of you and protected you. He treated you like a priority.
He was only your friend, but something about the way he treated you made you feel like it could be something beyond that. You sometimes let yourself believe than he looked at you differently than he did Lily, Marlene, or Mary.
You often let your mind wander to thoughts of him. His big, rough hands, his light hair and matching pretty eyes, his tall build and soft, scarred skin, his deep, stern voice… You began to notice wet patches forming in your pretty panties. A furrow would arise between your eyebrows as you changed out of them and into a fresh pair. You were convinced there was something wrong with you, but you were too embarrassed to ask your friends or go to Madam Pomfrey for answers of your new condition. You must be sick. It’ll go away soon, you’d tell yourself.
Remus had begun to give you strange looks, like he knew there was something wrong with you. Whenever you’d take a seat on his lap, he’d gaze at you with an eyebrow raised and a slight quirk on his lips. He never said anything to you but you knew he also felt the warm puddle forming on his thighs when placed his hands on your plush thighs or when he smiled at you and whispered jokes into your ear.
You knew he was the direct cause for the feeling in between your thighs but you still didn’t know what it meant. It began to get uncomfortable and you found yourself looking for relief and your usual clingy nature multiplied.
You’d nuzzle your face into Remus’ neck or under his arms and you’d bounce around on his thigh looking for comfort.
Maybe your body had known all along that grinding against Remus’ musclular thighs would provide alleviation and that’s why you had begun to do it. Consciously, you had no idea.
Until Remus began to flex under you. You jolted up in shock of the pleasure that shot through your body. Your thighs clenched and stiffened. You looked back at Remus and he continued to speak to Lily, paying you no mind.
You felt your cheeks heat up, relaxing your thighs to slide up and down his thigh slightly again, wanting to feel the friction once more.
You let out a deep breath, Lilys eyes flickered to you and you felt guilty and ashamed. You moved to stand when you felt Remus’ hand in your hips. You looked back at him and he gave you a stern look, leaning towards you, moving your hair for access to your ears, “did I tell you to stop?”
You shook your head, your legs slightly shaky. “You’re my good girl, hm?” He said deeply. You nod vigorously.
“Keep going f‘me then. It’s good for you.”
Good for you? So there was something wrong with you, you thought. As always Remus had come to your rescue, your aid. You could never thank him enough. He pushed on your hip, sending you slightly forward to signal you to start. He had begun talking to Lily again, seemingly paying you no mind yet again. He was so good to you. He took such good care of you.
You began to grind your hips, his thigh clenched and unclenched, leaving your mind hazy and your cheeks warm. You could think of nothing but him. The pit in your stomach was electrifying and addicting. You let out breathy noises, Lily sent a smirk your way and you wondered if she also knew of your illness.
You began to salivate, yet you didn’t notice until Remus pulled your hips back, “control yourself a little more, sweet girl. It’s worse than I thought.”
Worse than he thought? How bad was your condition? What would you do without him? You licked your lips, trying to focus on keeping your mouth closed. Your legs began to tremble as you your hips worked, Remus’ thighs working in harmony with you.
Your head fell forward, your hair fell around your face, encasing you in stringy darkness. You looked down and were met with the sight of your shaking thighs around Remus’ flexing thigh, clothed in his jeans. Your had ridden up, almost all the way up your thigh but Remus’ hand on your hip ensured you weren’t left exposed in haze. He’s so good to you.
You lifted your head back up and it fell backwards in pleasure, you could feel Lily’s stare on you while Remus acted liked everyone as normal. You rested your head in Remus’ shoulder, you could feel the material of his sweater on your neck, and his hair tickled your ears. He turned his head to you for a second, nosing where your neck meets your shoulder and inhaling your scent. He must be checking on you. How is it that he knew you were in of him when you didn’t dare tell him how you had been feeling. He knows you so well. His good girl.
A sudden wave of pleasure erupted and you shook as your hips jerked against him. You closed your eyes tightly, letting out a shaky whine. Your pussy throbbed insensitivity and you stopped moving and tried to jerk away from his thighs as they flexed. He held you tightly, turning to you again.
“Feel better?” He questioned, his lips grazing your earlobe.
You nodded weakly, your eyes still out of focus and you head spinning.
“Good. Good girl.”