Late
Of course I'm late for my favorite class. It's not the subject I like, it's my professor. Professor Lupin.
I lean against the stone wall as the crisp October air dances with my hair. I take a second to bask in in considering the stairs I just had to run up to get here.
"I'm sorry, sir," I say breathless, "I fell asleep studying."
Professor Lupin gives a smile. "That's happened to me loads of times before. Quite alright. I haven't even started yet."
I nod in thanks and find a place to stand. This year is Professor Lupin's first year along with Professor Potter and Professor Black. They all graduated three years ago, and Headmistress McGonagall gave them all jobs for some reason. She's charge is because Dumbledore took a year off to visit the Bahamas. So, James Potter is the Transfigurations professor, Sirius Black teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Remus Lupin teaches Astronomy.
I've known Remus since my third year, his sixth. I had a friend who was a friend of his, so my friend invited me to hang out with them. There was a game of truth or dare, and he was dared to kiss me. He shrugged with a careless smile and kissed me. It was a kiss that only lasted for a second. My first kiss. That was the last time I talked to him, until this year. I don't think he remembers me, and if he does, I don't believe he cares.
I try and pay attention to the lesson, but he holds me captive with his memorizing looks. Normally, his robes cover his arms, but on the rare occasions he rolls his sleeves up you can see the assorted and mysterious scars and marks I so desperately want to trace and learn their secrets. His secrets. He's had scars for as long as I've known him. Well, known of him. His hair is always styled to perfection, unless he's having a lazy day, and he decided to let his hair do whatever it pleases. On those days he strolls to class with a lazy smile. After he greets us all, he sits cross legged on a ledge and starts a debate. He'll pick a random topic, gives his input, and then asks for everyone else's opinion. I love listen to his voice rise and fall at parts, and sometimes if he's really passionate about something, I can see it in his eyes. His eyes are another thing. His alluring green eyes evaluate anything and everything. They test limitations,hold laughter, and right now they're looking at me with amusement. I turn away and flush with embarrassment because he always catches me staring in class.
"Miss Praunt, could you please enlighten us all about Aldebaran?"
I meet his taunting eyes. "Yes, sir. Aldebaran is the thirteenth brightest star in the sky, and is the brightest in the Taurus constellation..."
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"Dahlia, you know what your problem is?" Eleanor Daye says, "you just need to sleep with him."
I roll my eyes at my best friend. "It's really not that easy."
"Yeah? And why not?" She takes a bite of her pizza.
"Because he's a teacher? He would never sleep with a student. He's too cautious. It would cost him his job."
She shrugs. "Make it one time. Walk in his office with your skirt up a little too high and say, 'professor, I want you to take me on your desk right now.' Then you guys fuck and you get over the infatuation with him."
"That's a terrible idea," I say, then change the subject, "Shouldn't we take these face masks off?"
The two of us have been friends since day one. We met on the Hogwarts express and have been inseparable ever since. We were sorted into different houses, but we don't let titles change who we are. By our third year, we decided to start having sleepovers every Friday night. She comes to my dorm since the Slytherins all sneer at me. We make a pizza in the kitchens, and do girly things such as facials or manicures. Once a month, my mom sends me a package with new muggle girl products to keep our supply up. Most of the time my
Roommates make plans to sleep somewhere else for the night since we stay up to late,
"I'm not done talking about this Lupin thing. You've been stuck on him since you found out he's our professor. I'm starting to think you have a teacher kink."
I shrug and pull myself to the bathroom to wash off the mask. "So maybe I do."
"You're just a horny mess," Eleanor tisks, "You've had sex what was it? Once?"
I roll my eyes. "Twice. And I'm not horny."
"You are for Remus Lupin."
"Let's go to bed. We're going to be dead tired in the morning."
"Not my fault you took a class that ends at midnight."
"It an interesting class," I grin, crawling in bed.
"Sure, and I excel in potions."
I roll my eyes. "Goodnight, Eleanor."
And as I close my eyes I find myself thinking about Remus Lupin, and despite all the things I've said, I honestly want to have sex with him. I want him pick me on his desk and fuck me right there. I want to feel every inch pounding into me as he grips me by my hips and pulls me forward with each thrust. He'll pull my hair and whisper bad things in my ear. I want to hear him moan my name and-
"You're totally thinking about heaving sex with him right now."
My eyes shoot open. "What?"
"Don't try and play it off. You moaned."
"Go to bed."
"As soon as you put some silencing charms up because I don't want to hear you moaning 'Professor' all night."
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First fanfiction. Let me know if it's any good.
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