Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

Remus Lupin *

Requested by: kelsey_yeppp

Summery: Teacher!Remus x reader smut, dear god I'm going to hell.

And since I'm going to hell, I made a discord group chat  called Hell's Lunchtable, for all of us Potterheads, and you poor who join will be enslaved into helping me with ideas when the imagines are unspecified for a plot. Jk, it's just a group chat where we can simp over characters.

The link: https://discord.gg/RFcuez4H

(I'm kind of new to Discord, so I don't know how it works, so maybe type it into your browser? Idk?)

*Me, writing smut at 5 a.m.*

*Satan himself, who watched me what's Shadow and Bone till three*
What the actual fuck is wrong with you?

"Miss L/n?" Professor Snape drawls, calling Y/n over, who was working late that evening on her Potions extra credit potion.

"Yes Professor?" Y/n said, walking over to his desk, wiping her h/c hair out of her face, that was glued to her forehead.

"Please take this to Professor Lupin. He needs to take it before the full moon," Professor Snape said, hinting at Professor Lupin's condition. Y/n, being Head Girl, and not a complete idiot, and the smartest witch at Hogwarts with the best grades, had already figured out that Professor Lupin was in fact, a werewolf.

"Of course, sir," Y/n said, exiting the classroom, potion in hand.

Y/n knocks on Professor Lupin's classroom door, and enters. Professor Lupin was pacing around the classroom.

"Careful Professor. You might wear a groove into the floor with the way you're pacing. Professor McGonagal wouldn't be to happy about that happening," Y/n jokes. Professor Lupin looks up at her and smiles.

"Ah, Miss L/n. From Severus, I assume?" Professor Lupin asks. Y/n nods, handing him the potion.

Y/n watches as her Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor twists off the cap of the bottle, veins in his hand prominent. He throws the potion back, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Y/n gulps. She's in deep. The sinful thoughts she was having about her Professor coursing through her mind.

Professor Lupin sets the bottle down beside him.

"Merlin, that's delicious." He mutters.

"What? The potion? I can't think it's that good, sir." Y/n says, eyeing the purple bottle.

Professor Lupin seemed taken aback by what she had said, since she wasn't meant to have heard that.

"I wasn't talking about the potion," he mutters again, busying himself with something by his desk.

Y/n walks over to his desk to see the papers of students.

"Fifth years, I assume?" Y/n asked, eyeing the essays she herself had written two years prior, for Professor Quirrel.

"Why, how did you guess? I can't make out this pile's handwriting," Professor Lupin mused.

"George Weasley. Lee Jordan. Alastair Rosier. And Kara Smulders." Y/n rattled off.

"How do you know that?"

"I'm unfortunately very observant. George Weasley had written this exact essay for the past two years, and hands it in at the end every time, thinking that because it's a new teacher, no one would know. Lee Jordan had iconically terrible handwriting, bordering on that if an illiterate troll. Alastair Rosier pushes exceptionally hard with his quill, making his words slur together. But that's his way of writing his name there. Especially the forgetting to dot the i. And Kara Smulders always forgets to put her name on, but her handwriting is prestige, and she numbers all of her work, hence the 23 in the top left hand corner." Y/n rattled off, pointing at the various features.