~ Dahlia's POV ~
I quickly make my way back to my dorm and take a shower.
That's just happened. That really just happened. I had sex with Professor Lupin on his fucking desk.
As I shower I let out a loud laugh. Jesus, that was the best sex I've ever had. I relive the moment repeatedly in my head. I still feel his touch all over my body burning my skin in a pleasant way.
A loud knock on my bathroom door pulls me out my mind.
"Yeah?" I call.
"It's Eleanor!" She opened the door and walks in.
"Jesus, what's your problem?"
"There is a curtain covering you, you know. Anyway, tell me about it. I can smell the sex."
"You can smell it?"
"Yeah. I smell it. The air smells like rebellion and student teacher foreplay. So tell me."
"Nothing happened," I lied.
"Liar. Oh, wait, you probably aren't allowed to tell me. so he won't get fired. But I won't tell anyone. Just saying. Now tell me."
"You don't want to know the details."
"Yeah, I do. How did it start?"
I sigh and tell her everything. When I'm finished, she wolf whistles. "Damn."
I turn the shower off. "Whatever, get out so I can get dressed."
There is shuffling, and when I hear a door shut, I peer out from behind the corner. I see she is gone and hop out the shower as I dry myself off, I see his bite right above my vagina. I laugh realizing he's probably have a hard time hiding all of his. I have no chill.
I get dressed in the same clothes I was wearing today, except I did a quick cleaning spell on them. I put on some make up, fixed my hair, and I'm out the door walking with Eleanor to dinner. The hallways are full of students making their way to the Great Hall as well.
"Excuse me, Miss Praunt," Professor's voice says from behind me.
He squeezes past me, his hand sliding along my lower back/butt to get past. My stomach twists, wanting his touch again.
"I wonder why he's in such a rush to get to dinner," Eleanor says with a smirk, "When he's already had something to eat a little while ago."
"I hate you."
"I know."
~ Remus' POV ~
Alright, just play it off cool. Nothing happened. They don't even know he had a 'meeting' with Dahlia.
"Hey, buddy," Sirius says when I sit at the seat next to him, "How goes it?"
I don't meet his eye. "Eh. Just spent the day grading papers."
"Woah, what a liar."
"What?" I ask nervously.
Sirius pokes my neck. "Nice try, pal, but I see those hickeys. Hardly, but they're there."
I sigh. "You caught me. I went into town for a drink, and ended up with some broad."
Sirius grins. "That's my boy. Was she good?"
"Yeah."
"Hot?"
"Very?"
"What's her name?"
"I... I can't remember."
Sirius gives me a slap on the back. "I'm proud of you."
I roll my eyes. "Thanks."
"Hey, your girlfriend isn't looking at you anymore." Sirius say nodding towards Dahlia.
I shrug. "I guess she's over me. That's how crushes go. Once you realize it will never work out, you lose hope and interest."
"I bet you she slept with someone else. I can tell."
"Oh, can you?"
"Yeah, I mean look at how she's holding herself."
"Yeah, I suppose it's all for the best."
When Sirius turns away, Dahlia meets my eyes. I wink quickly and look away.
~
I have to wait a week to see Dahlia again. It would be too risky to constantly be with her whenever I please, so I have to wait for class. However, all through the week we'll pass each other and brush against each other which only increases the sexual tension.
Once everyone has filed into class, I hand out everyone's paper except one young man.
"I'm sorry," I apologize, "but while grading papers I knocked over my ink and it spilled on your paper."
Aka, when I flung everything off my desk to fuck your peer, my bottle of ink shattered on the floor and got on your paper.
"Now, if you'd like you can rewrite the paper, or I'll exempt you from the assignment."
The student nods. "I'd rather not rewrite it."
"Because you're lazy and know you would have gotten bad grade on it," Dahlia butts in.
I let out an annoyed sigh. "Miss Praunt, please be quiet."
"Why should I? It's true. You're mess up shouldn't give him a free ticket out of a paper that people worked hard on."
I take a step to her with my arms crossed. "Okay, Miss Praunt, what do you suppose I do? Blame him for my mistake?"
I should be blaming you.
This is the trouble with her. She gets too fired up on her side of the argument and doesn't like to see the other person's point.
"I don't know, professor."
She says professor with a hint of seduction in her voice that I hope I'm the only one who picks up on it.
"Well if you can't think of any other logical solution, Miss Praunt, then I suggest you not butt in."
Her face contorts into a sour expression and her face turns red with embarrassment. Her voice steadily raises. "You're an asshat, professor."
I raise my eyebrows, "Oh! Am I now! Well, I suppose we could get to know each other over a month of detention! Two hours a day writing lines starting tomorrow! Sounds fun, eh?"
"I didn't have plans anyway!" She yells back.
"Fine! Two months!"
"I'm all yours!"
"Let's make three then shall we?"
We glare at each other full of rage. Everyone stays silent.
"Okay, class, let's start."
Three months of detention sex.
