Innocent Remus

Part One

History of Magic is usually the dullest, most boring, absolutely awful class that Hogwarts students have to go through. Even someone as smart as Remus Lupin can admit that, yet he listens attentively as the professor drags on and on and on...

But today is different.

Today, you stroll into the classroom and Remus' eyes go wide at the sight. Apparently, your normal skirt must be dirty or torn or something, because what you walked in wearing was a couple sizes too small, barely covering the bottom of your ass as your hips sway on the journey to your seat.

You sit beside him as you normally do, turning to say your usual morning greetings. He does his best to keep his eyes away from your bare legs as you speak, he can see in his peripherals how your legs spread further apart as the two of you converse.

When someone at the table behind you says something, you turn even more in your seat, and Remus' eyes flit down to your spread legs. He nearly loses his breath when he's met with the sight of your panties, pretty and purple and very clearly on display.

He doesn't know what to do, knows you'll be embarrassed if he brings it up now, but luckily class begins at that moment and you're forced to turn back around as you begin scribbling notes from the lesson.

He decides that he'll inform you once class is over, tell you discreetly so you can run back to your dorm and change into another skirt.

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Remus takes you to an unoccupied classroom to break the news to you.

He grabs your arm, mumbles an 'I need to speak to you for a moment,' before shutting the door behind the two of you. You hop onto a desk, cock your head to the side and wait for him to speak.

He takes a few breaths, he's nervous, obviously, he doesn't want you to feel bad that he saw your bare legs like that - that he saw a lot more than your bare legs - but he'll keep that part to himself. He's fidgeting on the spot and he's worried that you can tell.

He's not great with girls - that is to say, not great in that sense. Like, he's friends with many women, those who he helps study, those who are in the same house as him - but when it comes to women like this - like you - he's not sure what to do.

So he decides to just go for it, rip off the proverbial band-aid, and says, "I think you should go change your skirt."

And then he cringes because, yeah, that came out wrong. So he has to quickly fix it.

"I just mean that, I think it's a little short." Okay, that's not much better. He wants to smack himself.

You furrow your brows, looking down at your skirt as you respond. "What do you mean?"

"Uh, I mean," He starts, picking at his fingernails. He can't even look at you now, the tops of his cheeks coated in a pretty pink as his body heats up with nervousness. "I mean that - um - you can kind of see, like, under it."

You raise your brows, pursing your lips as you nod. "Oh, okay. Thanks."

"And I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, I just thought you would want to know." Remus scratched the back of his neck, awkward mumblings escaping his lips. He's obviously not the most articulate around people, especially pretty women like you whose skirts ride up and reveal their pretty panties.

"I knew," You say, looking up at him.

Remus gapes at you, mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of something to say.

"You - what?"

You stand up from the desk and take slow strides to stand before him. He's still so much taller than you - nearly a whole head - but he somehow feels smaller under your gaze.