Darling I'm All Yours // R. Lupin

XIII

Third Person's P.O.V

Remus Lupin woke up early that morning, trying to get out of Solange's hold of him, her feet were tangled with his and her arms laid around his torso.

He eventually got up and went to get some aspirin and a glass of water for Solange when it hit him. He'd slept in the same bed as his student. How wrong didn't that look and sound? What on earth had he been thinking?
But her voice had sounded so desparete and fragile when she asked him to stay.
He let out a loud groan as he placed the aspirin on the nightstand.

Solange had never felt so confused in her entire life. Where was she? Who's bed was this? And why was her teacher standing at her bedside?

"What the heck!?" Had she slept with Lupin? Why else would she have woken up in the same room as him? A million explanations crossed her mind. "We didn't- No. We didn't right?"

The girl wasn't sure, she wouldn't would she? But then again, she had a tendency of pushing herself onto people in a rather suggestive way when she was drunk. "Fúck me." She said lowly, feeling a strong headache starting to form.

"Any time."

"What?"

"Nothing, swallow this." Lupin handed her the aspirin. "And eat some chocolate, it'll make you feel better."

Solange was beyond shocked as she desparatly tried to remember the events of the night.

"And no, we didn't shag." Solange chocked on her water.

"Well, that's a relief?" She questioned.

"You don't sound so sure, darling." Lupin joked making the girl laugh.

"Uhm, could I burrow some clothes?" She asked him, looking at her clothes in a pile on the floor, which were soaked in sweat and alcohol from the party.

"Of course. The bathrooms over there, if you'd like to shower." Lupin stated and handed her a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Solange felt refreshed after a cold shower, although her head was pounding and she had a strong urge to puke. She'd rolled up the sweats three times due to them being way to long for her petite body, and her curls were tied up in a messy bun.

There was a gentle knock on the bathroom door.

"Are you decent? I made some coffee." She cringed at his choice of words. Who even used the bloody word decent anymore? She unlocked the door and followed him to his small living area. The room consisted of a fireplace, a couch, a coffee table and bookshelves covering the walls. The books that didn't fit in the shelves were placed in tall stacks on the floor, making it a tough task to move around. The morning sun lit up the room through three big windows, leaving the room in a golden glow.

Lupin placed a warm cup with black coffee at the coffee table in front of the red couch Solange was sat on.

"I'm sorry to be such a burden." Solange apologised.

"You're not a burden."

"Well I'm sorry you had to deal with drunk me. I can be a handful."

He chuckled. "That's for sure." Not having any other place to sit he sat down next to her in the lovers seat.

"I'm so hungover." Solange complained and sipped her coffee. "I didn't do anything stupid yesterday, did I?"

"Don't worry, you were only sweet." He smiled. "You did call me hot though."

Solange blushed.

"Please don't tell anyone about the party. I know I've been stupid and I should face the consequences, but please I don't want to ruin anything for anyone- Oh dear, please don't tell Dumbledor."