Unexpectedly Expecting

13: "Wow, that was amazing..."

Harry

The library was grand, and was filled with hundreds of books on literature, contemporary works, and of course, magical studies. Remus Lupin was engrossed in a big dusty potions tome that looked like it was written by monks hundreds of years ago. He was frowning, but he carefully flipped through the pages, because they were old and yellowish.

"I am impressed with how many poisons are listed here to kill my kind," Remus said, without looking up from jotting down some notes on a parchment he had by his side.

"Figures a Potion Master would have weird books about that in his library," Harry remarked, looking over his shoulder at the weird ingredients listed. "Eww, who the hell uses 'Toe of Troll,' any more?"

Lupin chuckled, "I would expect many Potioneers did in medieval days. Hold on, let me put this back in its place."

He flicked his wand, and the book latched and floated to its designated place on the shelf. Lupin placed his notes in a folder, and shrank it down to fit in his right pocket.

Lupin turned to him, and asked, "I heard about your incident with Ginny Weasley, and the blow up at breakfast. Have you given any thought to my offer?"

Harry blushed. "Well, yeah, but why me? Ginny explained why it was important, but I dunno if I'm into wizards like you are....Except for Cedric...kind of. I dunno."

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I didn't think you were friends with many Hufflepuffs."

Harry fidgeted with his hands in his lap. "Well...I mean, I was there when Wormtail...I mean, when your friend Pettigrew killed him on his orders. I had nightmares about it for months, and even my idiot cousin Dudley joked more than once he was my boyfriend and stuff."

Remus nodded. "I see. Well, did you correct him? Or feel strange because there was some truth to his teasing?"

Harry felt his cheeks heat up, "Um...I felt stupid for not correcting him, but I was more mad at him being homophobic than anything else."

Remus grinned, leaning closer to him. "Ah. I see. Have you experimented? Tried to see if you felt those feelings?"

"Well, I did get laid last night. Does that count? It felt...really good being with my girlfriend."

Remus laughed. "I wasn't talking about that, Harry. I meant with any of your Quidditch teammates, maybe even your friend Ronald."

"No, not really, and Ron's like my brother, so it would be weird if I were like that," Harry answered.

"Would you like to try?"
"With you?"
"No, with Draco. Of course, me, Harry."

Harry should have refused, or even just scooted away from Remus Lupin, but up close, the werewolf wizard was good looking in a bookish, scholarly way. It was just a kiss, right? What harm was there in experimenting?

"O-Okay. Sure, kiss me."
"We don't have to."
"If it's gross to me I'll push you off."

A wicked smile wreathed the werewolf's lips then, "I doubt you would be able to overpower me, but I get your point."

Harry waited for Lupin to move in, and when he did he carefully removed his glasses first. "That's better. Gods, your eyes are beautiful, Harry. You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this."

"H-How long?"
"Never mind. It's not important."

Harry sat as still as a statue as Remus leaned in, and cupped his face with his hands, and gently, his lips pressed to his. Harry felt like his heart skipped a beat as he gasped, his lips opening underneath Lupin. Remus caressed his cheek, as he growled in the back of his throat as his tongue found Harry's. The kiss became more intense as suddenly their hands were in each other's hair as Lupin trailed his lips down Harry's neck, and back to his lips.