—— Part Two ——
When this day started, never in her wildest dreams did (y/n) think she’d be splayed out beneath Lupin holding his intense gaze. Okay, that’s not true, she absolutely DID have that dream. But this was not like that.
Her shin was bleeding, she had tears in her eyes and she was beyond embarrassed to have all but face-planted the floor in front of the DADA Professor.
Professor Lupin gently took her hand, pulled her up, looping his other arm around (y/n)’s waist and slowly directed her to a nearby window ledge to lean upon. (Y/n) scooted her bum up onto the ledge, hissing sharply as pain radiated through her palms at the excess pressure; a light groan escaping her lips as she extended her leg out to examine the damage.
Before she even had time to truly register his intent, Lupin dropped to his knees in front of her, cupping the back of her knee and placing the sole of her shoe against his shoulder. (Y/n)’s face turned a shade of red so bright she was sure it could given Professor Sprout’s tomatoes a run for their money.
“Ah!” she cried out, “Professor, w-what are you doing?”
Lupin’s eye-line did not break from her leg at first.
“I’m assessing your wound, dear.” As the term of endearment left his lips he lifted his gaze to her face, his brown locks jostling slightly from the movement. “It looks like it will heal quickly on its own but, if you do not wish to be in pain, I am rather adept at healing spells.”
(Y/n) shook her head vigorously. Godric, it was bad enough that he was having to check over her condition as it is! “N-no, Sir. It only hurts a little. I’ll just go back to my dorm and get it cleaned up. Thanks for helping me up.” She moved to jump down from the ledge but she was stopped abruptly by two firm hands on her hips.
“I really would prefer to see that cut properly tended to.” Lupin’s tone was firm, indicating to (y/n) there was not going to be any arguing this one. He removed his hands from her hips and (y/n) breathed a sigh, of relief or disappointment she wasn’t quite sure. Lupin cleared his throat and continued, “No need to hassle Madam Pomfrey at this hour, though - my office is on the way to [y/house] common room. Please allow me to escort you there so I may clean and dress your leg before you head off to bed.”
(Y/n)’s head filled will images of her Professor once more on his knees, kissing her wound and his hands moving up her legs with purpose. She shook her head softly to clear it and smiled softly. “I should just nod and come quietly, shouldn’t I?”
Professor Lupin chuckled darkly at her choice of phrasing but caught himself quickly. He reached out his hand once more and whispered, “Allow me.” (Y/n)’s breath caught in her throat as she placed her hand into the large, scarred palm extended to her. She slid off the window ledge, careful not to put too much weight on her injured leg and began to slowly hobble down the corridor with Professor Lupin’s arm once more tucked around her waist for stability.
The stairs proved to be a more challenging foe however. Side-stepping up each stair, (y/n) made it to the first landing, a sheen of sweat on her forehead and a determined look on her face. Lupin glanced down at the young woman and stifled a laugh at seeing such a serious look on her features. Hearing the Professor make a noise (y/n) turned her head, brows furrowed and cocked her head to one side as if to say ‘What’s so funny?’
“I’m sorry, my dear, but if we hope to make it to my office before sun up I fear I may need to intervene.” And that was all the warning (y/n) got before she was hoisted into Lupin’s arms, one under her legs and the other around her back to keep her firmly in his grasp. He inhaled deeply once and then marched on up the stairs with long strides.
‘That’s it. I’m clearly in a coma and hallucinating right now,’ thought (y/n) as she did her utmost to keep her eyes off the professor’s handsome face. Lupin didn’t even seem to be out of breath despite carrying her up a flight of stairs and along the corridor to his office and (y/n) had to admit that was both surprising given his slender form and super impressive.
The door was firmly shut and Lupin once more cleared his throat.
“(Y/n), would you mind getting the door. I seem to have my hands full already.” And I shit you not, he winked.
(Y/n) once again mused that she must be dead, dreaming or somewhere in between - not only had he called her by her given name but he actually winked . Rustling in her cloak pocket she pulled out her subtly decorative [wood] wand, flicked her wrist in a circular then downward motion and stammered out, “A-alohomora.”
The lock clicked and the door shifted slightly from the doorframe, indicating that a light nudge would be enough to open the door wide. Lupin adjusted his body and angled the arm holding (y/n)’s legs towards the door, using his elbow to push the door back and allow the two to enter.
Gently, Lupin lowered (y/n)’s feet to the ground before pulling out his simple, cypress-wood wand and giving it a small wave, causing light to appear from the Professor’s mezzanine office.
Lupin placed his large hand on (y/n)’s shoulder and said, “Please head on up. I’ll grab some supplies from my teaching desk and be with you momentarily.” (Y/n) nodded sheepishly and limped towards the short staircase, hissing between her teeth again as she placed weight on her injured leg. But she noted that even the short reprieve from walking on it had dulled the pain enough to be bearable so she continued to climb at a leisurely pace. Once inside the circular office she plonked herself down in a chair next to the bookcase, not daring to sit in the leather one situated behind the desk.
(Y/n) glanced around the room lazily, eyeing the various trinkets and books that lined the many shelves and noting the stacks of papers both on and around the desk. She smirked, realising her and the Professor both had slobbish tendencies. Not unclean, but certainly not tidy.. She hummed to herself, pleasantly surprised by how comfortable that small bit of information made her. (Y/n) was just about to reach for a book off the shelf when Professor Lupin entered the office, a basin of water and a dry cloth in his hands, rolls of bandages tucked into the crease of his arm and a bar of chocolate poking out of his tweed jacket pocket.
(Y/n) giggled softly upon seeing the chocolate bar and greeted the Professor,
“Hello again, Sir. Can I help you carry any of that?”
Lupin locked eyes with the young woman and shook his head, all the while a small smile on his lips.
“I know it is said that wizards are not capable of multitasking but I assure you I am an exception in that regard.” He took in the wide-eyed look that (y/n) gave him before realisation spread across her features - he was teasing her.
Not one to be outdone (y/n) replied,
“I suppose I’ll need to be the judge of that, Professor.” And, recalling his bold action from the corridor, she winked at him.
Lupin stopped in his tracks for a moment, instantly replaying the devilish look on (y/n)’s face when she shot him that wink. He had to admit, she played a vixen almost as well as she played a damsel in distress. He chuckled once more and slowly lowered his litany of items to the floor in front of his desk.
He tilted his head to the side and glanced at (y/n) in the chair, pursing his lips. “Apologies, my dear, but might I ask that you hop up on the desk instead? As I’m a good bit taller than you it would help to have the wound at eye level. You’d be saving a poor old man’s back.” And then he smiled the most endearing and breath-taking smile that (y/n) had ever seen him produce.
“Sure…” (y/n) breathed out. She shuffled closer and, with the aid of Professor Lupin’s hands on her waist, she jumped up onto the desk. Still feeling brave from her last bout of teasing she said,
“Oh and, Sir?” Lupin’s eyes lifted from the basin of water to show her he was listening.
“Far be it for a student to tell you you’re wrong but, you’re not even that old.” (Y/n) smirked and raised an eyebrow at the man, waiting with baited breath to see if he’d respond.
Lupin dropped his head but (y/n) could see his body shake slightly with his silent chuckle. He breathed out deeply and picked up the now soaked cloth, rung it out over the bowl and began to slowly wipe away the drying blood from the [y/house]’s leg. (Y/n) flinched sharply when the cool cloth met the source of the wound, sucking in air between her teeth and jerking her leg slightly from the sensation.
Lupin’s hand snaked round her knee, holding her leg a bit more firmly in place as he rubbed circles into her calf with his thumb and he soothingly shh’d her.
“I’m sorry, being gentle isn’t my strong suit.”
(Y/n)’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ as she processed, not only his last comment, but the mesmerising tingles his thumb was causing as well. She squared her shoulders, fixing her gaze upon the door and whispered,
“I can handle pain better than you’d think, Professor.”
A comfortable silence settled between the two as Lupin continued to diligently wipe away the muck from (y/n)’s shin. His other hand never leaving its place on the back of her leg. Once the area was cleaned the Professor unravelled a gauze bandage, laying one end an inch or so below (y/n)’s knee before lifting her leg and wrapping the fabric around continuously. Each pass of the fabric brought with it the slightest graze of his fingertips and (y/n)’s breathing grew heavier. By the time the bandage was wrapped around her mid thigh (y/n) thought she would pass out from lack of oxygen. Lupin tucked the loose end into the top of the wrap and splayed his hand across the bandage, his palm covering the entirety of the fabric and the tips of his fingers only just making contact with her bare thigh. But it was enough.
(Y/n)’s eyes searched her Professor’s, praying for some sort of sign that he was just as affected by this situation as she was. They stayed like this for what felt like an eternity before Lupin’s hand shifted up ever so slightly and angled further and further towards her inner thigh, his fingers now reaching her groin and clearly able to trace the outline of her panties.
(Y/n) released a soft moan, closing her eyes and tilting her head back ever so slightly, relishing in the warmth that was spreading from his touch to the apex of her thighs. Lupin’s eyes widened as he registered what he had done and his hand began to slowly retreat.
“Please, sir. Don’t stop.” (Y/n)’s gaze was once more meeting his own, her blushing visage so innocent but her eyes were unwavering and determined.
“You know not what you ask for.”
“Wrong again, Professor...” (Y/n)’s voice came out clear and seductive. She reached down, hooking her finger under Lupin’s chin to ensure he was looking in her eyes, and purred, “I’m asking you to ruin me.”
—— End of Part Two ——