Hogwarts smut with a wee bit of plot

Remus Lupin/Harry Potter - O for Outstanding

Harry James Potter was struggling with Defense Against Dark Arts. Surprising? Yes. It was his best subject, the only subject he was good at, the only subject he truly loved. Hell, even he loved the teacher that taught it.

How? You might ask, well, it started with his tiny, little, minuscule, crush on his professor.

"Great. I'm literally failing Dada! And It's the only subject I'm great in. Thank you so much Remus Lupin you gorgeous son of a bitch."

Ron only chortled as he gobbles everything on his plate. "maybe you shouldn't... stare so much, Harry." Harry rolled his eyes and dropped his test papers on the table. "You think I haven't tried, 'mione?"

"The only thing he does is gawk at him, he's hopeless, 'mione!" Ron said, chuckling at his own comment. "Oh! Why not talk to him?" The redhead said gleefully, bits of his food leaving his mouth, making Hermione flinch away in disgust.

"Ron! Don't talk with your mouth full!"

Ron rolled his eyes and ignored her complaints, leaning closer to Harry on the opposite side of the table. "Why not ask him to tutor you? You're one of his good students, he'll understand."

Harry thought about it, he did have a point, but the question was if he would focus. Hermione disrupted his thoughts "Why not study yourself? Or you can join me while I study in the library" Hermione suggested, Harry's face seemed to answer her, but she only murmured a "nevermind"

"At this point, I'll just ask if I can fuck him and get extra grades."

Ron laughed with no shame, banging the table loudly whilst Hermione's eyes and mouth widened, making her cover her mouth in shock.

"Oh, Godric! You should Harry!" Ron half-joked, his cheeks red from laughing. Hermione turned to him and slapped his bicep "Don't encourage him!" Hermione turned to the brown-haired boy.

"For God's sake Harry, don't joke or do that."

"Why not?"

"Jesus, Harry, Professor Lupin's old enough to be your father!"

"'Mione's right, he's almost forty. But hey,  20 years of experience am I right?" Ron smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Harry laughed as Hermione and Ron continued to bicker, having a sincere and wholesome smile as he watch two of his best friends "argue", fully knowing how much love they have for each other.

"Don't worry, I won't do something stupid like that."

Boy was he wrong.

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Harry had a couple of drinks after hanging out with a few friends on the astronomy tower, he eventually called it a night and started sneaking back to his dorm when a voice entered his tipsy, dumb, vulnerable mind.

"Why not see if professor Lupin is still in the classroom and ask if you can have extra points?"

Harry laughed at himself, he was getting drunk. He knows what's right and wrong, but God, the alcohol made him too brave and reckless for his liking. Or maybe not, maybe the alcohol took off all his shame and any hindrance that made him hesitate about what he wanted.

And just like that, his feet started to walk towards a classroom he oh so loved.

"Professor Lupin can't be awake at this hour, I'll just... Go check..." the boy assured, not particularly talking to anyone. Soon, Harry saw a faint light at an open door.

"No way..." Harry murmured, peaking at the dark classroom filled only by the candle and moonlight. And there he was, in all his glory, writing the ink inside his pen away, Remus Lupin.