Darling I'm All Yours // R. Lupin

XVIII

Third Person's P.O.V

"Ah, Remus." Dumbledore ambled down the marble staircases inside his office. "Water?" He offered holding up a carafe filled with the liquid.

"Tell me, how are you feeling?" The headmaster motioned for Professor Lupin to sit and placed a glass in his hands.

"Well, what can I say... Considering the circumstances, I'm feeling well." The brown leather chair creaked as he sat down on it.

"Good good." Albus mumbled, stroking one finger alongside Fawkes feathers. "Now, I've been noticing you've been spending a lot of time with Miss Humble in Hufflepuff lately."

Remus couldn't help but let a smile decorate his face as his student Solange crossed his mind.

The Headmaster raised his left eyebrow slightly as he looked over his shoulder to see the grin plastered on his colleagues face. "Is there something you should tell me, Remus?" He bowed his head slightly, looking at the other man over his half-moon glasses.

"Uhm, no. I don't believe so, sir." His face heated up considerably, and he was sure the blushing was giving him away.

"I am sure you're aware this school does not allow teachers being romantically involved with stude-"

"All due respect, Dumbledore, but what you're suggesting is absurd." Remus ran a hand through his hair. "I would never-"

"We don't choose who we fall for, Remus." Albus smiled easingly, being someone who knew this better than anyone. "No matter how much we wish we could."

Professor Lupin looked down, the glass in his hands suddenly becoming very interesting.

"Solange is good for you." Dumbledores words took him by surprise. "I see that. But I believe it wise not to continue your relationship until she's older."

"We're not in a relationship." Lupin denied, which was partly true. It wasn't like Solange was his girlfriend. They'd never even talked about the possibility of being partners.

Dumbledore only looked at him, as if he knew he was lying. "Then there is no problem." And with that the conversation was over, Remus stood and walked out of the office.

*

Arriving in his own classroom he lumped down behind his desk, sinking into the soft chair. Lupin rubbed his temples, thinking hard about what the Headmaster had said. In a way he knew Dumbledore was right, but he just couldn't keep away from Solange.
She was like a fire, you knew better than to near it, but yet you couldn't help but step closer. She was hypnoticing, just like the dancing flames.

His thoughts were interrupted by squeaking hinges holding the door. Solange stepped into the classroom, making sure to shut the door behind her. Her clothes were slightly messy as always.
Her tie hung loosely around the collar of her wrinkled shirt, tucked securely into her grey skirt which he could swear had gotten shorter and shorter the last year. He suspected Solange's friend, Belladonna, was behind it.

She rushed toward him and sat in his lap, her lips meeting his in a heated kiss. She smelled like herbs and soil, he could tell she came straight frome the greenhouses.
The girl started undoing his buttons, moving one leg over his lap so she straddled him.

"We can't, I have class in fifteen minutes." He held her wrists in his hands, keeping her from undressing him.
Solange answered him by rolling her hips against his. He could feel his coçk harden at the friction and couldn't help but let out a groan.