𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦┃ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

professor part 2┃remus lupin✓

FEMALE POV:

⚠️ spicy content ahead ⚠️

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is your bedroom ceiling bored?
|sody, cavetown|
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You adjust your turtleneck in the mirror, glancing at the marks on your neck with a flushed face, before heading down to the field to watch the match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

You haven't seen Remus for a couple of days after your heavy make-out, but you don't have much time to stress about it. Instead, you have been being kept rather busy with all the Herbology students, and keeping an eye on the Hufflepuff house, as well as spending time getting to know the other professors.

You sneak up over into the stadium with all the other teachers, all divided between wearing red and gold, or yellow and black.

"Is this spot taken?" Before you can answer, Remus sits down next to you, his arms wrapped around a red and gold blanket.

"You wouldn't take no for an answer, would you?" You answer his question with a question.

"It depends on the situation, this one, you won't be so lucky y/n," he unfolds the blanket out before him, and drapes it over the both of you without saying another word.

"I take it you're rooting for Hufflepuff?" His eyes don't miss the coverage around your neck with a smirk.

"I promised the team I'd be here," you don't look away from his eyes, wanting him to be the first one to break.

"Ah, Professor Lupin and Professor 
y/l/n, lovely to see the two of you are finally getting along as I predicted," Trelawney walks by with a quick smile.

You give her a wide smile, watching as she heads to the other end of the stand, sitting herself down next to McGonagall.

"She meant getting off," Remus leans into you, to whisper the words into your ear.

"You're insufferable," you roll your eyes, shoving the blanket back into his lap.

"And you can't get enough," he narrows his own, the instant tension back between the two of you.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one saying you couldn't get enough of me the other night. Am I wrong Remus?"

"What did I tell you about calling me that? And we both know you loved every second of my lips around your neck," he growls back, as you turn your head around to make sure no one else is in listening distance.

"This isn't the place for this," you move away from him, crossing your arms, and watching as the players from both teams come storming onto the field.

"Alright then, how about a bet?"

"You're wanting to bet on a quidditch match?" You snort, running a hand through your hair.

"You're the troublemaker here I thought you'd be up for it," he brings his voice down low, in a way that makes your stomach flutter.

"What's your wager?"

"If Gryffindor wins, you have to tell me something extremely embarrassing about yourself, that nobody else knows." He says the words without once glancing up from the field, as the quaffle is tossed into the air.

"And if Hufflepuff wins, you have to take me for a walk through the forest - at night," you begin to lean forward, resting your arms on your legs, intent on watching the game as well.