I solemnly swear that I am up to no good | Professor Remus Lupin

Chapter 42 | Gifts

I woke up from the sunlight hitting my face. Before I even opened my eyes I heard the familiar snoring sounds from Remus. The feeling of being curled up in his arms with our fingers intertwined and the soft feel of his breath on my neck can never be put into words, I thought to myself with a smile. I just knew that this is where I belong and that it felt like home. It was a strange and unusual feeling for me. The only place I ever called home was the Lovegood house, and yes they adopted me and I loved both of them like real family, but I never was able to overlook the fact that they weren't my real family. When I was younger I always hoped to have that, a real family, real parents. It took me years to realize that i would never have that and it got proven by the death of my mother.

I still wondered who my father was and I hoped that Draco would have some answers after Christmas break. I only had his name and it wasn't even sure that he really was the one I was thinking... I tried my best to get my worries out of my head, at least for now. I didn't want Remus to know, he would just worry and it wasn't even for sure now...

I slowly sat myself up in the bed and felt pain running trough my left side. Last night, I maybe have drunken a little too much and I remembered only fragments. After Remus had asked me to be his girlfriend we talked and laughed for awhile and he had told me that he sometimes played the piano, that was standing in the room, when it was full moon to calm himself down. After I begged him to play for what felt like an eternity, he finally did show me his piano skills. And he was really good at it, as I had already expected. He had asked me if I played an instrument, which I sadly didn't and then he remembered that I was a part of the Hogwarts choir. Normally I was pretty confident about my singing skills, but singing in front of him was turning my stomach and made me extremely nervous. He noticed it and calmed me down and was extremely encouraging, until I finally began to sing. I sang the song that i wrote about my feelings for him.
When I was done he was really impressed and couldn't stop saying how good i was. He asked who this song was from and that the text was really cute. I took all my courage together and told him the truth, i was scared of his reaction. After I had told him, he stayed silent for awhile and I found myself shifting on the small bench next to him. Remus was really shocked and never thought that someone would ever write a song about him, especially a love song. I just thought that he was underestimating himself and he didn't seemed to have a clue of how much he meant to me.
We had decided to open a bottle that he had gotten as a gift from Dumbledore when he started teaching. It was pretty strong and I forgot what it was, but I had never heard of it before. Long story short...my left side was in pain, because after we had sex until we heard birds chirping outside I fell off the bed. We had laughed so much about this, that I wasn't even sure if the pain was maybe coming from laughing too hard.

"Maeve.." I heard a raspy voice behind me, throwing me out of my thoughts. I turned around to face him and rolled myself on top of him and planted small kisses all over his face.

"Good Morning boyfriend / Professor" I said jokingly and he rolled his eyes, but laughed.

"You really need to stop calling me that, little one" he said and rested his hands on my hips.I was still laying on top of him and lifted myself up with my arms so I could look directly into his beautiful face. I found myself admiring it before I was able to answer.

"Or what?" I replied teasingly. I felt his grip tighten and before I could process what was happening he had thrown me over and was now the one towering over me. A small moan had escaped my lips and he looked at me with a smirk and a risen eyebrow. He knew exactly what to do and that turned me on even more.

"Now be a good girl and promise me that you won't call me that again, at least not when we are along then I am not your professor, understood?" He told me and as intimidating and hot this was at the same time, I didn't wanted this to end yet. So I resisted and bit on my lip. I lifted my head up and began kissing his neck, while I let my hands wander over the strained muscles of his arms. I kissed down his body and slid myself more and more down his body. I kissed along his scars, which was his weakness. Right before I reached his middle he pulled me up, so I was laying in my original position.