#professor remus lupin x reader

[lupinmoonlight]

Under the Desk

Masterlist AO3

Summary - You want to pull a prank on Professor Lupin by hiding under his desk during one of his classes to tease him with your mouth. He dismisses class early to give you a lesson.

Warnings - smut, teacher/student (of age), gagging, very light (almost implicit) degradation, oral, swallowing, mentions of pain, my grammar. Let me know if I forgot any.

Note - Happy April Fools.

It was April 1st. You normally didn't care for stupid jokes and pleasantries, but this time you wanted to pull a prank on your favourite professor, who also happened to be your secret boyfriend. 

It was a risky prank. One that could ruin both of your lives. But that's what made it thrilling and the simple thought of it made your fingers go tingly from the adrenaline rush. 

You woke up extremely early that morning, making sure no one could see you as you made your way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. You felt so rebellious, skipping your first class of the day to pull this dirty prank on him. 

Quietly, you walked over to your professor's desk and crawled under it. You pulled your invisibility cloak over your body and made yourself as small and quiet as possible. 

Moments later, you heard the students file into the room and the measured steps of your professor walking down the stairs from his office to greet the class. As usual, the beginning of the class was practical, leading the students through various exercises.  

After what felt like an eternity, you heard the students taking their seats, and Professor Lupin instructed them to write a short essay on what they had been practicing. You listened carefully as his footsteps approached the desk and you held your breath, trying to remain as still as possible. Finally, he sat in his chair and you heard the soft sound of a quill scratching parchment on the surface of his desk. 

Slowly, your hand settled on his thigh, making him jump slightly. He leaned back in his chair, oblivious to your presence. You removed the cloak covering your face, a mischievous smile spreading on your lips. He gave you a stern look, but it didn't keep your hand from traveling further up to his crotch. 

The reaction to your touch was almost instant as you felt him twitch through his trousers. You could see the panic rise in his demeanour as he tensed up. You started unbuttoning his trousers with trembling hands, trying to keep your breathing in check. He was already painfully hard and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself. Everything was going as planned. 

You could hear his breathing becoming more ragged as you freed him from his trousers. You were enjoying this a little too much. Usually, he was the one making you squirm under his touch, but now, you were the reason he couldn't sit still. 

He gasped softly as he felt your hot breath on his throbbing length. You just hovered over it, occasionally teasing him with a few licks. Without warning, you took him in your mouth fully and he had to let out a small cough to stifle a moan. One of his hands moved to fist your hair as you took him deeper down your throat. His cock was hard and hot in your mouth and the whole situation was turning you on way more than you had anticipated. Feeling the heat spread between your legs, you reached down from under your skirt and started touching yourself. 

His grip on your hair tightened and you knew then that it was becoming too much for him too. He started thrusting into your mouth ever so slightly, as slowly as he could so that his movements would not be noticed. 

"Everyone, you really didn't think I...I was going to make you write an essay on such a beautiful day. April Fools! You are free to leave," he managed to speak. The students laughed collectively and filed out of the classroom. 

As the room went completely quiet, you heard the heavy wooden door and the blinds of the windows slam shut. He leaned back in his chair and looked down at you with a mix of anger and desire. You tried to give him your best innocent look, but it was difficult when you had your lips stretched around him like that and your hand between your legs. This is when you realized that your own prank was about to turn against you. 

"Come here," he ordered as he pointed in front of him. 

You pulled off of his cock with a pop and crawled out from under the desk to stand before him. 

"Kneel," he continued, gesturing to the floor. 

You knelt down, feeling a surge of anticipation. He stood up from his chair and placed his hand on the back of your head as he pushed his cock back into your eager mouth. You moaned around it and your hand went straight between your legs again. 

"Hands behind your back, Miss L/N," he commanded. "Dirty little brats like you don't deserve to touch themselves." 

"But Remus-" you tried to argue as you pulled away from him. 

"Professor. Where are your manners, young lady?" he said sternly. 

At those words, you knew you were not gonna win this fight, so you let yourself float away in the comfortable space of submission. You reluctantly moved your hands behind your back and looked up at him through your eyelashes, waiting for his next move. 

He moved closer to you so one of his legs was placed between your thighs. 

"You're gonna grind yourself on me while I use your mouth. If you're good enough, I might let you cum." 

This alone was enough to make you combust, but you tried to regain your composure as you slowly started grinding against his leg. It was too good. The feeling of the fabric rubbing against your clit, the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue as he fucked your mouth, his hand gripping your hair. You knew you were not going to last much longer. You stopped, fearing you were gonna cum without permission. 

"Look at me, Miss L/N," he said as he pulled out of your mouth. "Did I say you could stop?" 

You shook your head with pleading eyes, trying to catch your breath, but you knew he was not going to give you any mercy after what you had done, so you obediently started grinding against him again. 

He pulled your head forward again, pushing himself into your mouth. He began to move his hips, thrusting into your mouth with increasing force as he held your head in place. You gagged a little, but didn't resist. 

"Relax your throat for me," he said, his voice rough with lust. "Good girl," he continued, as you tried to relax around him. He groaned, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. 

You worked your mouth around him eagerly, feeling him pulse against your tongue. His hands were in your hair, guiding your movements.  

"That's it," he said, his voice becoming more urgent. "Take it all." 

The roughness of his movements mixed with the sinful words coming out of his mouth was becoming unbearable. You were so close that you felt like you were going to pass out. 

"Are you close?" he asked.

You nodded immediately, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. Your movements were desperate. You needed release as you bounced up and down, grinding against his leg. 

"Then cum for me," he commanded. 

He couldn't even finish his sentence and you were already reaching your climax, moaning around his cock. Your movements slowed down, the sensation of the fabric rubbing against you threatening to overstimulate you. 

The vibration of your moans around his cock pushed him closer to release. His breathing grew faster and more ragged, his thrusts were becoming harder and more intense as his grip on your hair became almost painful. You were out of breath from your orgasm and gagged again as he kept hitting the back of your throat. His cock was thick and hard, filling your mouth almost to the point of discomfort. 

With one last thrust, he buried himself as far as he could and hot liquid spilled into your mouth. 

"Swallow," he commanded between ragged breaths. 

You obeyed, feeling his cock pulse on your tongue and swallowed everything he gave you. 

He pulled away from you and tucked himself back in his trousers. He sat back in his chair and patted his lap, gesturing for you to join him. 

You got up slowly, still feeling unsteady from your intense orgasm, and sat in his lap. He placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed it possessively. You started blushing as you felt his gaze on you, as if you were not on your knees giving him head seconds ago. 

He grabbed your chin and turned your head, gently forcing you to look at him. He swiped his thumb across your swollen lips before leaning in and kissing you softly. Your stomach fluttered at the familiar sensation of his mustache against your skin. 

"That was risky," he said sternly, but you could hear a hint of a chuckle in his voice. 

"I'm sorry, Professor," you said sarcastically. 

"You're gonna have to serve detention for that, Miss L/N," he added before capturing your lips with his again. 

"And for skipping your morning class," he continued, smiling against your lips. 

You rolled your eyes at him, like he didn't know you would do anything to serve detention with your favourite professor. 

[purplelupins]

In the Woods Somewhere Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter

[melodramaschild]

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

Navigation || Remus John Lupin

Warnings: HtC, reader has speech defect and glasses (one mention), school bullies, anxiety attack, crying, happy ending, my English, I feel like this one is wrong

Let me know if I forgot anything

Words count: 892

Read me: If you see any mistakes, please let me know. English isn’t my first, not even second, language and reminding me of some mistakes would help a lot. Also, feel free to reblog.

“Hey hey hey! Slow down! Are you okay?” Remus chuckled and his hand reached out for you to stop you while you were running to your dorm.

“No!” you shouted back and shut the door behind you with a loud bang that it could shake with the whole castle.

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Remus quickly squeezed himself before the door closed and got into your room, standing nervously next to the door.

He was observing you as you quickly moved around your room. As you threw your backpack around the room, as you took off your jumper from your body, as your body wrecked under the power of your helpless sobs.

“Touch or words?” he asked when he saw you sobbing into a tissue.

“And don’t even think about you bothering me with that.” he stated with a raised point finger, already knowing your cruel mind.

“T-to-touch please.” you stuttered through heavy sobs as your tears created a river on your flaming cheeks.

“Okay, come here, darling.” he said and opened his arms, waiting for you to find him as a boat found their lighthouse. You quickly stepped closer and leaned into his warm touch.

“Hey, wait for a bit.” he chuckled and took off your glasses, putting them in the pocket of his jumper.

He wrapped his arms around you and swayed with you a bit across the room in an attempt to calm you down while your tears were soaking his clothes.

“Shhh, it's gonna be alright.” he whispered into your hair and led you to your bed and sat down with you, pulling you closer until you were curled up in his lap like a little bunny.

He pulled you even closer that now your head was resting on his shoulder.

“What happened, little one?” he asked after a while, his fingers stroking your wet cheek.

You took a few deep breaths before speaking.

“It, it happ-happened a-again.” you stuttered, voice weak and scared from the earlier experience.

“They made fun of you again?” he asked, reassuringly.

“Y-yes.” you couldn’t help but you bursted into tears once again. It wasn’t fair.

He leaned back against the wall with you in his lap. He took your blanket with dinosaurs and hooked it around your shoulders, wrapping you in that blanket like a butterfly into a cocoon.

“Just cry, my love, let it all out.” he whispered and stroked your quivering back.

“Just let it all out.” he whispered and rocked you from side to side like a baby. Which helped.

When you just cried more and more and your breathing stuck in your lungs he made you look at him. Hooking his fingers under your chin and looking into your eyes.

Your eyes were full of non-ending tears, your face was bright and hot due to crying and over oxygenating, tears streaming down your face and running under your chin on his hand.

“Alright darling, I need you to take a deep breaths, can you do that?” he asked and you nodded, mind became a bit hazy but he was still there, like your personal lighthouse.

He took your hand and placed it on his chest, wanting to feel you how calmly he was breathing.

“Take a breath in.” he said and you did that.

“Hold your breath.”

“And slowly out,” he said and you slowly exhaled, your breath tickling your hand on his chest. “just like that, darling, just like that.” He praised you and brought his other hand to stroke your cheek.

“And one more time.” he smiled at you.

“Inhale… hold it… and out.” he said and you did what he told you.

“There we go, good job, love, such a good job.” he praised and you hummed in comfort, closing your eyes for a bit.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” he asked, trying not to push you.

“I-I had a recitation a-and I g-got nervous and I s-started s-stuttering a-and and and then-then-the-the-”

“Shh, you don't have to talk anymore.” he whispered and pulled you back into his arms, locking you in his presence.

“I totally know. And it's not your fault that you have a speech defect, and it's definitely okay to have it. You did such a good job with everything and I'm so proud of you, my love.” he assured you with words and a bunch of kisses on your forehead. And temple. And nos. And cheeks. And anywhere you wanted them.

At this point you weren’t crying anymore and you let him hold you while some tears fell from your closed eyes.

You felt yourself getting tired after this whole day and after crying and Remus knew. He still held you close and let you slowly drift into your dreams.

“There you go, just fall asleep, I'll be with you for the whole time.” he whispered so silently and gently while his lips brushed against your temple.

He leaned more against the wall so now you were lying on his chest, your hands around his shoulder, holding him so tightly like a koala and like he was supposed to disappear in a minute. Holding you so close like you were the most fragile thing in the whole world. Like you were the gem of a whole universe. Holding you like no one was allowed to talk to you ever again because none of them deserved it.

[flwrbo]

skirts

Everyone at Hogwarts just loves Professor Lupin’s pretty wife <3

remus lupin x reader | suggestive fluff 1.1k words

Your shoes click-clacked through the school floors as you walked your way to Remus’ classroom. In your hands is a neatly wrapped lunch he had forgotten about until he was halfway to Hogwarts.

You, of course, noticed immediately and prepared yourself to take his food to his workplace, not wanting your fiance to be hungry all day. Students nodded kindly at you, excited to see your face again. After you had visited your Remus for the first time, rumor had spread around the school of the sweet young woman Professor Lupin had doted on him. You quickly became some sort of micro-celebrity amongst the students, especially when you’d bring in little baked goods for the children.

“Hello, Miss!” A small second-year waved up at you, cheeks round and red. 

A smile spread across your face as you stopped, and began digging around your tote bag. A small pastry, wrapped in brown paper sat atop your open palm. “Care for a treat, sir?” You crouched down a little to be face to face. The boy excitedly accepted the gift, running off after giving you a swift hug on the hips. “Make sure you split that!” You sweetly shout after him, watching as he runs to tell his friend all about the wonderful news. 

“I don’t suppose you have another of those for me,” A teasing tone drawls behind you. You turn to find Remus leaning against the door frame, dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms. 

“I can do you one better,” You smile, holding up the homemade lunch he’d abandoned that morning. He grins a wide grin, walking to you and pulling you into a swinging hug. You’re led into his classroom, squealing excitedly as Remus held onto you tightly. 

He leans down to kiss you sweetly before you softly push the lunch into his hands. “My girl: always taking care of me.” He sighs, moving to drop the food onto his desk. “You came this whole way to drop off my food?” 

“And see you.” You grin, walking towards him and gently pinning him against his desk. His chest is warm when you snuggle against it, letting your body rest against his for a moment. “And give Mr. Longbottom a gift,” 

He sighs and shakes his head sorrowfully. “They’re going to begin to believe you have favorites, you know,” He scolds, mostly joking.

He can feel you shrug against him. “Maybe I do,” 

A breathy chuckle leaves him as he begins to sway the two of you back and forth, completely enamored in one another as if you hadn’t been tangled in bed the entire night - not only three hours ago. You land a peck on his chest, lazily where your head lays and he reciprocates in kind, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

“Okay,” You sigh, pulling away. “You need to eat, Professor.”

You perch yourself on Remus’ desk in front of him, watching him in his desk chair as he pulls out the perfectly wrapped and cut sandwich. 

The two of you continue the conversation, him asking you about your commute to Hogwarts and you inquiring about the first two classes he had to teach. Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, you had begun swinging your feet absentmindedly. Usually, your constant motion didn’t bother Remus, as he knew you tended to be fidgety. Your skirt, however, captured his attention. 

He attempted to keep his eyes on yours, though he did occasionally look down at the beautiful green patterns, attempting to identify the pretty flowers on them. He’s sure he’s seen you in this skirt before, but with your thighs stretching the material in his direct line of sight, and the flow of the garment down to below your kneecap - he’s never seen it like this. And, Merlin, was that a thigh slit? He forces himself to look away, neatly bundling the garbage from his lunch and tossing it. 

He tries to pay attention to the story you’re recounting about the adorable baby on the bus, but his hand is itching to reach out and feel the material beneath his fingertips. He tosses a look over his shoulder at the door, ensuring it's closed and more importantly ensuring your privacy. This, however, captures your attention and your story slowly trails off. 

“And so she leans over and…” You bring your lip between your teeth. “Rem?” 

He looks up at your smiling, blushing face. “Yes, my love?” He clears his throat, going on as if he wasn’t just entranced by your midi skirt for the last ten minutes. 

“What are you looking at?” You giggle, taking in his reactions. He flounders a little, flustered at the idea of being caught. Another chuckle leaves him, and he pushes his rolling chair closer to where you are still perched on the desk. 

“I,” He finally allows himself to reach out and feel. The material isn’t as soft as he thought it’d be, and it makes him sad to think your cute little thighs were anything less than perfectly comfortable. “Am looking at how beautiful you look,” He pushes his hand around the thigh slit, dragging his finger on the soft skin there. “My perfect wife,” He sighs happily.

You drag a hand through the soft brown of his hair, fingers massaging his scalp as he continues to silently admire your legs. It’s your turn to lean down and deliver a kiss to his forehead. 

The sound of footsteps and chatter begins to come closer to Remus’ door, and the two of you break away. Lunch was over. Remus stands up, leaning down to deliver a kiss to your lips. It was supposed to be quick and chaste, a loving thank you kiss for his lunch. He can’t help but lean into it, feeling a sudden pang run through him. His pretty little wife brings him his lunch that she made, all dressed up just for him. On his desk, in her cute little skirt that she put on just for him. He puts a hand behind her head, pushing her harsher into the kiss as his mind roams around. 

You pull away, a string of spit connecting the two of you until it drops messily on your bottom lip. He nearly goes in for a second when you pushes against him and laugh cutely. “Professor Lupin,” You nod your head towards the door as if you needed to remind him of the students passing by just outside. 

He huffs, sweeping his hair back and sweetly fixing the skirt where he had rucked it up sometime in the last five minutes. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, willing the flush on your body to go away before you could leave. 

“You know,” Remus thought aloud. “I could always cash in that favor Minnie owes me, and leave class early,” Your fiance looks at you, smirking as he plots. Before you could deny him, he’s already picking you up, and hauling you over his shoulder. Your joyous squeals gather the attention of the students, letting them make way for you and their DADA professor, giggling at the antics they’ve become accustomed to. 

[grangerhater]

A GAME OF TABOO

pairing: professor!Remus Lupin x student!reader

synopsis: it’s against the school principles but it’s just for a night right?

smut

warning: plot, teacher-student relationship, they are both two consenting adults, p in v penetration, nick names “daddy” and “baby” once or twice, spanking

The rain poured heavily outside as Y/N hurriedly made her way through the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was her last year at the prestigious school, and despite the gloomy weather, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Today was the day she would meet her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Remus Lupin.

As Y/N entered the classroom, a warm, inviting atmosphere greeted her. The room was adorned with shelves filled with books, and the crackling fire in the fireplace emitted a comforting glow. Y/N's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the figure standing by the blackboard.

Professor Lupin turned to face her, his eyes filled with kindness and warmth. He had a tired look about him, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But there was an air of wisdom and intelligence that made Y/N's heart skip a beat.

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, I presume?" Professor Lupin greeted her with a gentle smile. "Please, come in. Take a seat."

Y/N nodded and took a seat at the front of the classroom, her heart fluttering nervously. As the other students filed in, Professor Lupin began the lesson, captivating the class with his vast knowledge and engaging teaching methods. Y/N found herself hanging onto every word, her fascination growing with each passing moment.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself growing more and more infatuated with Professor Lupin. His calm and patient demeanor, combined with his intelligence, drew her in like a moth to a flame. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. It was wrong to have feelings for her teacher.

Throughout the lesson, Y/N found herself constantly stealing glances at Professor Lupin. His voice was soothing, lulling her into a sense of comfort as he explained the intricacies of the Patronus Charm. She admired the way he spoke, his words flowing effortlessly and captivating the entire class.

After class, Y/N lingered behind, pretending to gather her belongings as the other students filed out. She watched as Professor Lupin collected his papers, his brows furrowed in concentration. Summoning her courage, she approached his desk.

"Professor Lupin, I wanted to ask you something," Y/N began, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up, his eyes softening at the sight of her. "Of course, Y/N. What can I help you with?"

She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I was wondering if you could recommend any additional reading on the Patronus Charm. I find it fascinating and would love to learn more about it."

A smile spread across Professor Lupin's face as he reached for a nearby bookshelf, pulling out a worn, leather-bound book. "Ah, I have just the thing for you. This is an advanced text on the Patronus Charm. It delves into the theory behind it and provides numerous tips for successful casting. I believe you'll find it quite enlightening."

Y/N's eyes widened with gratitude as she accepted the book. "Thank you, Professor Lupin. I really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, Y/N. I am always here for you" he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.

Over the following weeks, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with Professor Lupin. They often engaged in deep discussions about various magical subjects, and their conversations would stretch into the night. Y/N cherished these moments, treasuring the connection she felt with him.

As the months passed, Y/N's feelings for Professor Lupin grew stronger and stronger. She found herself thinking about him constantly, and longing for his company. She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that a teacher-student relationship was taboo, but she couldn't deny her feelings.

One day, after class, well after curfew that is Y/N snuck out of the party that was held in her common room and drunkenly decided to take a chance and admit her feelings to Professor Lupin. She gathered her courage and knocked on his office door, her heart racing.

Unfortunately, her drunken confession came at the wrong time as Professor Lupin had just finished a particularly hard day of work and was resting in his office as he enjoyed his well-earned drink. He wasn't in the mood to entertain any conversations, let alone one with a drunken student, so he ignored the knock on the door and continued sipping on his drink, assuming that whoever it was outside the door would eventually get the hint and leave him alone. But she continued knocking on the door, oblivious to Lupin's intentions and wanting nothing more than to finally tell him how she really feels.

Lupin eventually got up and answered the door, immediately realizing that it was Y/N , and annoyed that this drunken adventure wasn't ending anytime soon. Despite his annoyance, Lupin was still fond of her and knew that she had been having a rough time lately, so he softened his demeanor and asked, "miss Y/N, what are you doing knocking on my door at this time of night?" she sheepishly looked down at her feet as she answered, "I-I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you." Lupin's expression turned to one of confusion as he asked, "Is this some kind of joke?"

Y/N realized that she had to be serious if she wanted Lupin to take her seriously. She met Lupin's gaze and said in a determined tone, "No, this is no joke. I really do have feelings for you." Lupin's face softened further as he said, " I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, but we can't be together. I'm your professor, and-" she interrupted him, saying, "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, I just wanted you to know that I have real feelings for you."

Lupin looked at her, trying to figure out what to say next. He didn't want to hurt her feelings but at the same time, he couldn't ignore the fact that he had always been attracted to her. Eventually, he took a deep breath and said, "Listen Y/N… I can't act on any personal urges I may have for you. It's against school policy -and-"

Y/N interrupted him again as she stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his arms and leaning in closer. "So you're saying you're attracted to me too?"

Lupin felt his face blushing as the tension mounted between them. "I can't -", he began to say but was stopped as she leaned in closer to him, bringing her face close to his. Lupin couldn't ignore the fact that she was looking at him with such desire. He took a deep breath and said, "This is not the smartest thing either of us could do, but..”

He led her inside and locked the door behind them. He pushed her against the wall, eager to fulfill their unspoken desires. Y/N couldn't believe that her night of liquid courage had paid off, but she knew that she wanted Lupin more than anything in the world at that moment.

As Lupin kissed her with all the passion he had been suppressing for so long, her heart raced with emotion. She wrapped her arms around Lupin's neck and let him take control of the situation. Lupin gently pulled her robes off as he kissed her neck and began to explore her body. Despite his initial reservations, he couldn't deny that he wanted to be with Y/N in this moment. He moved his lips down to her neck, kissing and sucking gently as he made his way down her body. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as Lupin's lips brushed against her sensitive skin.

He continued to explore her body with his mouth, devouring her sensitive skin with his kisses. As his hands groped her curves, Y/N felt her pleasure grow and she responded by running her hands through Lupin's hair, pulling him closer and pressing herself against him. Lupin was feeling more aroused than he had in years and he finally forgot about his worries and concerns. His focus was now completely on the woman in his arms and the joy she was bringing him in this moment.

Lupin and Y/N’s passion intensified as they kissed and groped each other, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Lupin knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he was beyond the point of worrying about rules or consequences. He wanted Y/N and he was going to have her no matter what. her moans of pleasure grew louder as Lupin increased the intensity of his kisses, running his hands over her body and squeezing her curves. Y/N was lost in a state of blissful pleasure that was overwhelming and she knew that she never wanted it to end

His hands moved down to Y/N's panties, pulling them off to reveal her wetness. He slid a finger inside her causing her to moan louder. Y/N reached down and unzipped Lupin's pants, freeing his hard member. She stroked him, making him groan in pleasure. Lupin positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly at first, but then picking up speed. They moved together in perfect harmony, their passion intensifying with every thrust.

Lupin grabbed Y/N's hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck. He bit down on it leaving a mark. Y/N moaned in pleasure, the pain only adding to the pleasure Lupin's thrusts became rougher and more aggressive, making Y/N scream with pleasure. He spanked her ass, leaving it red and raw. They were both lost in a world of rough intense pleasure with nothing else mattering but the ecstasy they were feeling

Lupin continued to spank Y/N's ass, each hit sending waves of pleasure through her body. She begged for more, wanting to feel the pain and pleasure mix together. Lupin obliged, hitting her harder and harder until she was screaming in pleasure. He pulled out and flipped her over entering her from behind.

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She moaned and cried out calling him "daddy" in a moment of intense pleasure. Lupin's desire for her grew even stronger at the sound of the nickname, and he pounded into her harder and faster until they both reached the peak of ecstasy together.

He growled in pleasure as he continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes "You like it rough, don't you, baby?" he asked his voice filled with desire. Y/N moaned in response, her body shaking with pleasure. "Yes, daddy," she replied, her voice filled with need. Lupin's thrusts became even rougher, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room

he whispered dirty words into her ear, telling her how much he wanted her and how he was going to make her come. Y/N's moans grew louder and more intense as he continued to pleasure her with his rough, skilled hands

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes until he finally reached his peak. Lupin's climax was intense, his body shaking with pleasure as he came inside her with a groan. They both collapsed onto the bed exhausted and satisfied with their experience. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing.

Lupin pulled Y/N close to him and whispered in her ear, "That was amazing, baby" Y/N smiled up at him, feeling content and satisfied. "Yes, it was," she replied, her voice filled with pleasure. They both knew that what they had just experienced was something special, something that they would never forget.

[atydblack]

"hands"

professor remus lupin x reader

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heres an older remus x reader fic! pls send in some requests like give me a character and a kink or an idea and ill try my best to write it <3 warnings: smut, age gap, professorxstudent (consenual) MDNI

Professor Lupin sat at his desk in his office as you approached him. Your cheeks were blushed red at the sight of him staring intently at your papers in his hands.

"Hi, Professor." You spoke quietly as you took a seat next to him. You had been failing miserably at his classes to the point he's had to give you extra tutoring... not that you could complain.

"Y/N." He gives you a small smile as he places your classwork on his desk. "I understand that you've been having some difficulties understanding the material in my class?"

You nod obediently, ignoring the burning sensation between your legs as you took in his every detail. You used to be top of the class at Defence Against The Dark Arts, alongside every other class. However, since he because your teacher... you could no longer focus on your classwork.

"I see," Remus' eyebrows furrowed as he sat back in his chair, manspreading. "Which chapters have caused you the most trouble?"

Your mind grew hazy as you basically drooled at the sight of him, wanting nothing more than to place yourself on his lap and let him fuck you senseless.

"I-" You stuttered, squeezing your thighs together to relieve some sort of tension. Remus noticed this, his eyes travelling down to your skirt and bare legs. "All of it."

"Even the basic chapters?" His face hardened as you nodded. "I've been looking through your papers from previous years, Y/N... it seems to be a recent issue."

Remus shifted slightly, leaning forwards in his seat. His eyes remained fixed on yours as your cheeks grew red.

"Can I ask you a question, Y/N?" Remus said softly, one hand resting on the arm of your chair making you almost whimper. You glanced at his hand for a moment, visualising all the things he could do with it. Your eyes return to his and you nod obediently.

"Is it really the course material that you're struggling with? Or are there other reasons for your poor performance?" His expression held a hint of curiosity.

"I-I guess I've been a little distracted." You almost mumble, feeling yourself get wet at having his undivided attention.

"Oh," His eyebrows raised curiosity flashing across his face for a second. He spoke almost innocently, his eyes scanning your body once more, taking in your appearance. "Distracted by what?"

"You, Professor." You whimper, feeling completely transfixed under his gaze.

Remus took a quick breath as his chest raised and lowered again.

"Me?" You could tell he was holding back a smirk as he continued to pry and his voice darkened. "What is it exactly that you find distracting about me?"

"Y-you've just been causing some... dark thoughts." You respond quietly.

"Dark thoughts?" He couldn't hold back his smirk anymore. Your breath caught in your through as his hand moved from the arm of your chair to your bare thigh. "Can you specify?"

"Y-your hands." You moan out, opening your legs ever so slightly absentmindedly. You looked down at his hands, they wrapped round your small legs perfectly.

"What about my hands?" As he spoke, his hands travelled inch by inch up your thigh.

"W-when I see them... all I can think about is having them round my throat." You whine, his eyes widening at your words.

"Your throat?" He questioned further, squeezing your thigh.

"And other places." Your eyes returned to his and you realised just how close he was to you.

"Other places?" Remus was now inches from your face.

"My wrists... my waist... my mouth..." You noticed his eyes darken as a subtle grin crept into his features.

"Is that it?" He spoke in a dark voice and you shook your head no obedienty.

"My pussy." You finally let out and in that second he snapped, his mouth attaching itself to yours desperately.

You moaned against his lips as his tongue quickly found yours. His harsh grip on your thigh was replaced with your throat and you felt your brain grow foggy at the lack of oxygen.

Your fantasy was coming true, all those lessons sat with a puddle between your legs imagining Remus fucking you dumb was about to happen.

"Bend over my desk." Remus instructed, breaking away from the kiss.

"Y-yes, Professor." You whimpered, bending over in front of him so your abdomen was placed against the oak and your ass was facing him.

All you could do is whimper as he lifts your skirt to reveal your panties soaked in your own pleasure.

"Fucking hell, kitten." He chuckles, bringing his fingers up to your clothed cunt and rubbing small circles. "Are you always this wet for me?"

You nodded submissively and let out a yelp as he smacked you harshly on your bare cheek.

"Words, kitten." Remus spoke agressively.

"Yes, Professor." You spoke quietly. "I-I'm always wet for you."

He pulled your panties down slowly and you heard his own buckle being undone.

"You didn't think I was gonna reward you, did you?" You can hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks. "Dumb kittens don't deserve rewards."

Remus aligned himself with your pussy, not bothering to touch you beforehand to ease you into it. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up slightly so he could whisper in your ear.

"You want this, kitten?" He whispered. "Tell me you want your Professors cock in your sweet little pussy."

"I want your cock, Professor." You cry, desperate for any kind of stimulation. "Please."

Without a second thought he pushed himself into you, giving you no time to ease into things before thrusting into you.

You tightened around him as he let out a low groan, his cock filled you perfectly.

"Fuck" He muttered, not used to how tight your pussy is. He let go of your hair and grabbed your throat.

"Look how pathetic you are for me, baby." He groaned, quickening his pace. "Open your mouth."

You comply and feel two of his fingers down your throat. You try your best not to cough and choke around them but fail miserable.

"Aw, baby can't you handle it? I thought this is what you wanted?" He speaks sarcastically as suddenly he removes himself from you. You whimper at the loss of contact but he quickly turns you around so you're on your back.

"I-I can handle it." You whine, your brain foggy as he looks at you with a dark grin.

He pushes his cock into you again, this time thrusting into you at a ridiculously slow rate.

"You want me to fuck you properly, huh?" His voice belittling as you nod desperately.

"Yes, Professor."

"Then promise me you'll get your grades up," He smirks. "I don't want a dumb kitten."

"I-I'm not dumb." You whine, raising your hips to his but he quickly forces you down with his big hands.

"Then promise me."

"I-I promise, Professor." You don't have the chance to think twice as he begins fucking you relentlessly.

His mouth finds your neck as he sucks harshly, leaving bite marks all over you. You quickly reach your high, clenching around him as he finishes too, his cum spreading inside your tight cunt.

Remus removes himself from you all too quickly, pulling his trousers back up and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

You stand to your feet, your legs weak as his cum runs down your bare thighs.

"I'll see you in class, Y/N" He smirks, grabbing your underwear from the floor and putting it in his pocket. "Get your grades up and maybe I'll think about that reward."

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Secret Smokes (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Professor! Remus Lupin x Student! Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Age gap, teacher-student relationship, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut (eventually), non-cannon compliant (I mean it's mostly canon except Sirius isn't in Azkaban and Voldemort never came back after killing James and Lilly.

Word Count: 1.5k - 5 k per chapter

Total word count: 35k

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Mood Board by: @starchaser-lily ❤️‍🔥

Check out my other stuff here: MASTERLIST

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🪐 pov: you overheard your boyfriend remus and his friend sirius talking about you

warnings: english is not my first language & mentions of being hard. mostly fluff

Grimmauld Place was silent that night. You took a nap, and what a nap! You woke up feeling dizzy, you watched the sky trough the window; it was dark, and of course, raining.

There was a pair of glasses in the bed right next to you. But there were no books. Not a single one. So apparently, Remus spent the whole evening watching you sleep. He’s not a nap guy.

Walking down the stairs you smelled the sweet scent of an apple whisky; Sirius was probably drunk, it was his favorite drink, and it was friday. You heard Lupin’s voice.

In silence, you approached the nearest door; right next to the kitchen.

You were ready to join them, but you stopped the moment you heard something that caught your attention.

“I didn’t know she hated Snape.” said Sirius, and you knew he was taking about you. “Can’t blame her, that cheeky mother fucker will be the death of me.” Remus laughed.

“Yeah, she does.” the man said. “She was her student, and you know how much Severus loves his students.”

“I don’t know about Snape, but the one who really loves his students is actually you, mate.” Black laughed out loud. “Can’t believe you were fucking one of them! Thank god she’s old enough.”

“Ugh, don’t be a pain in my ass, Pads.” said Remus smiling. “She wasn’t my student back then.”

There was a silent. You thought about stop hearing that private conversation and make yourself visible. But Sirius started talking again, and you couldn’t help it; they were mentioning you.

“You really love her, huh?” Black asked after pronouncing your name in a whisper.

“I do, yes.” Lupin answered and of course, you smiled. It wasn’t new; both of you said those three words thousand of times to each other. But that tingle in your belly was always there.

“I’m glad you do, Moony.” Sirius said. “I want you to know that… I like her. It won’t be a problem for me if you want her to live here with us.” your heart stopped for a moment. “I would love that. I’ve been alone for so long... I like her company.”

“Yeah, I thought about that.” Remus whispered and took a deep breath. “But I don’t want her to think I’m going… too fast.” You insulted him inside your head. How silly! Of course you wanted to.

“Oh, come on, Remus!” Padfoot said. “You are adorable, but kind of stupid sometimes. Do you love her or not? Don’t doubt, for god’s sake! We could die any day!”

“I know!” Remus answered quickly. “She listened to me when nobody else did. You were away, and she was my only friend. I like having her around, she makes me happy... and hard.”

“But mostly hard.” You said, making your appearance at the kitchen. You walked towards Remus and kissed his cheek. He smiled, and Sirius laughed.

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In Another Life

Severus Snape x FEM!Reader

Summary: The golden trio ask their D.A.D.A teacher for information about the new professor called Mrs. Snape.

A/N: I tried to do another blurb with some angst but i just kept typing! By the way, I haven’t read the books so if something doesn’t make sense just ignore it or stop reading. Enjoy! -L

Warning: Married, mention of Self Harm, Remus Lupin Has a Crush, Young Severus Snape, Remus Lupin Needs a Hug, Bullied Severus Snape, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Crush at First Sight, Minor James Potter/Lily, Young James Potter, Young Sirius Black

Word Count: 4.6K

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Professor Lupin was deep in thought as he stared at the old wrinkled chocolate wrapper. He held it carefully in his hands, his thumb tracing the gold color front on the wrapper. Leaning back in his chair, he lets out a sigh. It’s been so long since he looked at the wrapper. He had hidden it at the bottom of his suitcase years ago, he never threw it out. He didn’t want to, he didn't want to forget. 

He had gone through his suitcase after the morning announcement. He was recovering from a full moon, he wasn’t in the right headspace, he was tired and wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. He was in his usual place at the teacher table, staring at the empty plate in front of him. He didn’t pay attention when Dumbledore walked to the podium. It wasn’t until he heard your name. He hasn’t heard it in so long but it’s different now. Your last name is different. He looked around when the students and the teachers near him clapped. He freezes for a moment when he looks down at the teacher table and sees you standing up from your chair giving a small bow. 

You sit back down and look to your left at the Potion Master, Severus. His eyes widen when he sees Severus giving you a smile. He looks down at the table and notices your join hands. Severus' thumb was rubbing the inside of your wrist as the headmaster spoke. Looking away, Dumbledore is walking back to his seat and allowing breakfast to be served. 

He almost dropped the wrapper when there was a knock on the door. 

“Come in.” He shouts, placing the wrapper on his desk before rising up from his seat. “Harry. Hermione. Ronald, what do I owe this pleasure?” He greeted them with a smile as he walked in front of his desk and sat on the edge of it as the trio walked inside of the classroom. 

“Professor Lupin-” Hermione starts to speak but quiets down when she looks over at Harry and Ron. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking between them. With everything going on, he hoped it wasn’t too serious and hoped he’s able to help them. 

“What do you know about Professor Snape - well Mrs. Snape?” Harry blurts out. Ron shares a look with Harry when they notice their professor stuffing his hands in the front pocket of his cardigan looking a bit weirded out. 

“Is something the matter? It’s her first day.” Remus questioned the trio. 

“We don’t trust her! She’s Professor Snape’s wife!” Ron exclaimed. “I see.” Remus signaled the trio to sit down. 

“Dumbledore wouldn’t have brought Mrs. Snape into Hogwarts if he didn’t trust her. You must trust him as well as her. Y/n is very kind.” Remus cursed himself when he mentioned your first name. 

“Y/n.”  Hermione repeats the name. “I heard that name before.” 

Remus shook his head. “You haven’t.” He snapped at her. The trio flinched at his harsh tone. He had to give them something to forget about your name. They couldn’t know who you were. Things will get messy and people will start to poke their nose around. He fears that the trio will still meddle in and get themselves into trouble. He didn't want that. 

“What I tell you now must never leave this room, do you hear me?” Remus said, looking at the trio. They nodded at him and Remus shook his head. 

“Swear it to me! I will tell you about her and her cousin, Sirius.” Harry looked at his friends who were shocked. "You knew him?" Harry asked.

"We were friends in school and lost touched after." Remus lied. "Do you still want to know about her?" They nodded at him. 

“Swear it! What I tell you now stays with us.” Remus shouted at the top of his lungs. “We swear!” Hermione answered back for all of them. 

“I knew Mrs. Snape, we went to school together and she was…” Remus drifted off as he reminisced the moment he first saw you.  

He was famished, he missed breakfast and he had told his friends that he was heading to the great hall early for lunch. Remus was staring down at the ground as he walked when he heard laughter. Looking ahead he saw a group of girls walking, he stopped in mid step about to turn to the great hall when he saw you. You held a book out in your hands, open and pointing at a passage. He saw your eyes were wide and filled with excitement. Your laughter rang out as you shut the book and the girls around you joined in. They passed by him without a glance. He hasn’t seen you before, he couldn’t believe he had missed such a beautiful jewel like you. 

Remus continued on to stare as you walked into the great hall joining the Slytherin's table. He was so busy admiring your beauty that he didn’t see the green tie or the green lining on your uniform. He frowned when he noticed you waving bye at the girls and joined at the far end of the table. He gulped when he saw you sat across, from no other than Severus. 

Remus knew what would happen next, Severus would just curse you out for bothering him. Severus has always had a cold exterior and he didn’t blame him for it. He’s been bullied by his friends. Remus thought he was dreaming when he saw Severus let out a smile as you showed him the book you were holding. Remus could see how awe you looked when looking at Severus. A smile appeared on your face when Severus looked up at you. He notices your hand taking the book before brushing against Severus’ slender fingers. Severus didn’t pull away; he kept his gaze on you, his smile didn’t fade. 

Remus didn’t see what happened next when he felt a pair of hands grab a hold on his shoulders.

“MOONY!!” 

He flinched as James came behind me. “I’m starving.” Remus looked over his shoulder giving his friend a smile. 

“Sirius is talking to a girl, he said we can start without him.” Remus nodded as he walked with James into the hall. He glanced over at you as he passed by your table, thanking Merlin that James passed Severus without making any snide comment.

He starts to notice you more after that day. In the library, in the great hall and in the hallways. He thinks as every day passes you get more beautiful. He was so excited when the new year came and he had you in one of his classes. Sadly, before he had the chance to ask if he could sit by you. The seat was taken by some Hufflepuff, he decided to sit behind you. 

He rarely got the chance to talk to you mostly because he was always surrounded by his friends and the day that he was alone was the day of the full moon when he transformed into a werewolf. It was later on that he finally asked James about you. He sitting with him in the hall. James was eating up a storm since he had a Quidditch match later on. 

“You see that girl over there with Severus?” Remus tries to be nonchalant about it to not raise any questions. 

James looks over his shoulders and chuckles, shaking his head as he takes another bite from his butter toast. 

“Sinvelly with his little girlfriend, Black.” James said with disgust. 

“They been glued to the fucking hip since she arrived.” Remus remains silent for a moment then looks over at Severus and you eating breakfast. 

“What?! B-black like cousin-” Remus gets cut off when Lily comes walking in sitting beside James giving him a peck on cheek. 

“Sirius’ cousin mate! Sirius told me, her parents are in the same family, you know a way to keep it pure.” James answered Remus.  

“Who are you guys talking about?” Lily asked as she scooped some scrambled eggs on to her plate. 

“Greasy hair Snivellus with his little girlfriend.” James replies to Lily. Remus noticed the face she made and keeps quiet. She didn’t want to know about him anymore not since he called her a mudblood. While Lily quietly looks over her shoulder to see Severus. Remus was looking ahead over James’ head to look at you. 

“He seems happy.” Lily softly said before turning back around. 

“He won’t for long.” James said with a chuckle. 

The next time he heard you speak was when a prank was pulled on Severus. You had found them in a abandoned hallway. 

“Well, if it isn’t my sweet dear cousin.” Sirius said when he heard someone yelling his name. Remus and Peter grew nervous as you walked towards them. You passed them ignoring James and Sirius and kneeling down next to Severus who was trying to get up but the amount of green slime on him was weighing him down. 

“Leave us, Sirius.”  You said standing up to face the four Gryffindor boys. 

“I think not. Tell me how can you kiss slimy pale Snivelly? I think we need to start pranking you next.” James and Sirius both laughed. Sirius elbow Remus to join in but he kept quiet like he always did whenever they pulled pranks on Severus. 

“I want you to prank me, cousin. I want you to do it, so then I can beat you into a bloody pulp.” You look over at James. 

“I’ll break your fucking legs you could forget about playing Quidditch. I’m gonna shove that broom stick so far up your ass is going to come out of your mouth.” James' smile dies as you speak to him. 

Peter flinched under your dark gaze. “Bucktooth Peter. I don’t think you need to be punished. That face you were born with is punishment enough.”

Remus gathered all the courage he had to look up at you. He was met with your eyes and as much as he was scared, he was so intrigued by them. Your eyes that he saw held so much love and softness are now dark and cloudy with anger. You look away from Remus not mentioning him at all. Sirius took out his wand and you copied him. 

Your laughter filled the hallway as you stared at your cousin. “I want you to fucking do it. I’m sure your little friends would like to see how we battle. You know how the battle ends when you go against me.” 

James looks at Sirius who begins to shake with anger. “You’re just like them. A fucking monster.” 

Remus saw the way your eyes soften but quickly covered it up when you hit Sirius with a non vocal spell. It was Expelliarmus, because Sirius’ wand flew out of his hand. The boy's eyes grew after that, it was something that took lots of skills and practice.  

“We both truly know who the monsters are especially those who share our last name.” Sirius looks away from you. Remus tried to place a comforting hand on Sirius’ shoulder but he shrugged it off too embarrassed that he was just unarmed him. Remus knew what you were talking about. Remus and he grew close throughout the years in Hogwarts. You were talking about your family.  

“Enough with this pranking. Got it? You know what I can do. Let him be.” You snapped at them.

You look over at Severus. The green slime is long gone, he’s leaning against the wall holding his own wand with a hard face staring at Sirius. Remus thought his crush on you would disappear when he saw Severus placing a hand on your back but it didn’t. He felt jealous because Severus was touching you. Remus took a step back when Severus suddenly turned his eyes towards him and glared at him with such hatred. Remus let out a small gasp when Severus looked down at you then him. 'There was no way, right?' He thought to himself. Severus couldn’t know what he was thinking about. 

Before anyone could say something, Severus flicked his wand at them without speaking. Remus felt himself being thrown back and darkness overcame him. 

“That asshole.” Remus heard Sirius say as he finally woke up. All four of them had been thrown back to the end of the hallway. Peter moaned and groaned as he held his head, James rubbed his knee that got banged on the floor. Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand, helping him stand up, they looked back at the hallway, you and Severus were long gone. 

Remus stayed silent as the three of his friends started to talk among themselves on how to get back at Severus. He ignored them, the full moon was approaching and he was feeling it. His long limbs were getting stiff. 

“Wait! Are you saying Severus knew what you were thinking? Like he can read minds.” Harry questioned him, pulling him out of his story. 

“Legilimens.” Hermione said, looking at the professor. Remus nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“That's why he hates me because of my father. He bullied and tormented him.” Remus noticed the sadness on Harry's face. 

“What happened between Y/n and Sirius?” Hermione asked Remus. 

“After that day, Severus began to watch me. Whenever we were in the same class or the hallways. I thought I was going crazy. Sirius caught on what he was doing to me and knew Severus was interested in me and where I went every month.” 

Harry frowned. “Every month?” 

Remus looks down at the ground sadly and in shame. “You're a werewolf.” Hermione said softly. “Blimey!” Ron exclaimed, earning a shove from Hermione. “How did you-” 

“Professor Snape taught us about it when you were out the last time.” Harry answered him. 

"We won't tell anyone, we swear." Harry told as the rest nodded at their professor. 

Harry hasn't seen Remus act this way before. Looking so shameful, he began to run his fingers through his hair as he took deep breaths. “It was a horrible prank what Sirius did to Severus. I didn't know. I would kill myself before hurting someone but Severus didn't believe me.” 

That night was a mess, Remus refused to speak with his friends. He felt used, they knew how he felt about being a werewolf. James had saved Severus that night and Dumbledore told him to keep it a secret. Severus was on the other side of the hospital wing being looked out while Remus laid on the opposite side away from him, he had the divider panel up so no one could see him. He hears light footsteps coming inside of the wing. He dreaded if it was for him, he didn't want to see anyone. 

He heard your voice. “What happened, Sev?!” “Fuck, when you didn't come I knew something happened? I was so worried. Are you hurt, my love?” 

He shut his eyes tightly when he heard Severus break into a sob. He felt pathetic when he heard you comforting Severus. Your sweet voice comforting the scared boy. He imagined you saying those words to him. He was jealous once more that Severus had you while he had no one to confront him. 

“Y/n!” His eyes shot open when he heard Sirius. He sees his friends near his bedside, James had tugged down the divider and they looked across the wing. Remus looked over to see you laying down next to Severus. 

“What the hell?” He yelled as you came down from the bed, looking over at Severus who grabbed his wand and pointed at him without a single thought. 

“This was your idea? The prank?” You yelled at your cousin. 

“People could have died. All of you could have died. You want to be six feet under!” You screamed. 

James walked behind Sirius with his wand in his hand, ready to defend him in case Severus decides to attack. Sirius was about to speak when he froze when he saw you were tearing up. 

You look over at Remus who is still laid on the bed, “I thought you were different but you are just like them.” Those were the first words you spoke to Remus and it hit him to his very core. 

“He had no idea about it.” Sirius told you. Your cousin turned to his friend. “I'm really sorry, mate.” Remus looks away from his friend’s sad gaze towards you. 

“Please stop the pranks. The curses on one another.” You said to them and Severus. “I don't think so.” James said, looking between you and Severus.

“What do you want?” James frowned and you repeated your question to him. 

“What will it take for you to stop?” James shakes his head and gives a disbelief chuckle making you angry, Sirius kept looking at you and Severus. 

“Stay here.” Sirius told James before walking towards you. Severus was about to jump out of the bed but you waved him to stop. 

“She looked up at him.” Remus told the trio with a smile. “No fear in her eyes and Sirius asked something that James and Peter couldn't hear but I did. Since I'm a werewolf, my hearing is better than most.” Harry watched their teacher speak He can see it in his eyes that he held so much admiration for Mrs. Snape. 

“What did they say?” Ron asked eagerly. 

“He asked her why him, why Sinvelly? She responded to him right away, he's the only one that doesn't see me as a monster.” Remus answered. 

“The Black are the most noble and ancient house in the wizarding world. Their views are pureblood supremacy. Sirius didn't think like them and so did Y/n. After that Sirius told us why the family thought she was a monster. Unlike him, Y/n is very powerful, too powerful that it alarmed the family because she couldn't control it. Her emotion makes her power lash out. She had mistakenly taken lives because of it.” 

“Why is she so powerful?” Harry asked. “Her blood, right?” Hermione spoke out looking at their teacher. 

“Yes, her mother was one of many unfortunate woman who had to deal with being born in a noble family. Her mother was married off with a family member. She died giving birth to Y/n.” 

“What happened after the prank? What did Sirius tell her?” Harry asked the professor. 

“I don’t think you're a monster, he told her. She just shook her head. You called me a monster a week ago. She answered back then walked away. The pranks did stop, he asked James to stop. Severus ignored us and we did the same. Severus and Y/n whereabouts were unknown after they were done with school. Sirius never mentioned her again but I knew it was hard for him. All he wanted was a family.” Remus finished looking over at Harry. 

Remus didn’t want to say at the end Sirius did get his little family with James, Lily, Peter and him. Harry would know in time who his godfather is. Harry will know in time the truth. 

“Thank you for telling us, Professor. We feel a little bit comfortable now knowing about her.” Hermione said, making him nod. 

“Remember what I said.” He pointed his finger at them and they simultaneously said. “This never leaves the room.” 

“Thank you. Have a good day, children.” Remus said as Ron and Hermione began to walk out. 

“Professor?” Harry called out before walking out the door. 

“Do you still have feelings for her?” Harry asked him. Remus stood up straight and shook his head. 

“Not anymore. It was a simple school crush. That was the only time she spoke to me.” Harry nodded at his response and wished him a good day. Remus let out a sigh after Harry left. 

He looks back at the wrapper in his desk with a longing stare and he feels his chest tightened at the sight of it.

Poppy Pomfrey was making Remus stay a few extra days before he would be allowed to leave. Peter has been visiting him and bringing him his homework and books throughout the day. Remus didn’t want to speak to James and Sirius just yet. It was late and Remus was alone in the hospital wing, he was finishing a chapter of his book when he heard the door open. Remus got his wand from the table and waved it at the divider panel to move to the side thinking probably it’s Pomfrey with another dose of healing potion. 

Moving the divider panel he froze when he saw you. “Hey.” You said as you walked towards the end of his bed. 

“H-Hi.” Remus said before fixing the blanket of the bed and shutting his book. Placing it along with his wand on the table near him. 

“How are you feeling?” You asked. Remus' brows knitted together looking around the room to see if this was joke but you came alone in the middle of the night. 

“I’m okay. The first few days after a full moon are the hardest but I’m okay.” He said and you nodded. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You said softly to him, looking down at the book on the table and a smile appeared on your face.

“The Shining. How do you like it? It’s one of my favorites.” Remus was shocked that you knew about a muggle book. 

“You know about Stephen King?” Remus asked you, surprised. You nodded at the brunette in front of you and sat down at the side of the bed as Remus took the book in his hands showing you the cover to make sure you really did know who the author was. 

“Yes! It’s his third book actually. My guilty pleasure is muggles literature but I have to keep it hidden from my family. They disapprove anything that has to do with muggles.” You told him looking up from the cover of the book at him. Remus’ face changed when you told him how you had to hide something you like from your family. He was so close to you and he can see every eyelash, he can see the way your nose stands out and how your lips are pressed together in a small pout. 

“I'm sorry about before. I thought you were on the prank.” Remus saw you looking down at your lap when you apologized. You started to play with the skin around your fingernails. 

“It’s alright. I’m still trying to get over it.” 

“Getting used like that is something difficult to get over, Remus.” His heart breaks, the way you said. The way your eyes darken when you said it made him want to hug you. 

“It seems like you’re speaking from experience.” He said, making you look at him. 

“When one holds an ability, sometimes people take advantage of it, show it off, hide it and sometimes get hurt because of it.” Your magic, Remus thought. 

“He cares for you so I know he didn’t mean to hurt you.” You told him. Remus knew you meant Sirius. He asked you, “How do you know?” 

“Cousin intuition some shit like that.” He gave you a smile, which you returned as well. 

“I wanted to give you something.” Remus saw you getting something from the inside pocket of your robes. He saw a shiny golden bar in your hands. 

“Chocolate?” Remus asked as you passed him the candy. You nodded. He looked at the wrapper with wide eyes. This candy was something he had never seen, it had to be expensive since the wrapper was so nice and looked fancy. 

“You like chocolate right?” Remus looks at you to see you staring at him worry. 

“I do!” Remus nodded and pointed at the bar giving you a thumbs up. “How did you know?” He asked softly, watching as you look away while your cheeks turn pink. 

“We-well, you sit behind me in fourth period. I can hear the chocolate wrappers you open behind me.” Remus snorts out a laugh making you look at him surprised that he snorted loudly. He had laughed because if you only knew how hard he tried to not make a peep in class when unwrapping his chocolate behind you.   

“I'm so sorry.” You shook your head as he covered his face with his hands, hiding his smile away from you. 

“Don't be.” You couldn't help but join him as he continued to laugh at himself.

Remus was still covering his face when you leaned forward and grabbed a hold of his wrist bringing his hand down to his lap. Remus looks down at your hand on him. Your touch was warm, not what he was expecting. He was expecting a cold and stiff touch. Your fingertips touched the inside of his wrist, he knew you could feel the light scars on his skin. You turned his arm over to see his wrist. Remus was about to pull away when you showed him your own wrist with your own scars. 

“Remus.” The professor looks up from his desk and notices the door is open. Standing up straight he notices you walking inside. You stood across from him a few feet away with a small smile. 

“Apologize, Professor Lupin. I was knocking for a while.” You said pointing over your shoulder at the door. 

Remus can't help but look at you, you have grown into a very beautiful woman. He can see you didn't share the same taste in clothes as your husband. You wore muggle clothes, a knee length dark green dress with a black cardigan, and you wore a pair of black court heel shoes. 

“I should be apologizing. I didn't hear you, I haven't been myself these past couple of days.” Remus said, running his fingers through his hair before letting a sigh. He notices you crossed your arms over your chest and tilted your head looking at him. 

“I know, Severus told me it was a full moon not long ago. He asked me to give you a little pick me up potion. He just finished brewing it.” You said walking towards him. Remus looks as your hips sway while walking towards him handing him the vial. 

“That was very nice of him.” Remus said with a face making you laugh. “I know my husband can be…difficult.” Remus barks a laugh. “Just difficult?” 

“He is many things but he has a kind heart.” Remus nods but doesn't believe it, it’s hard for him. 

“He does. He was the one who told me to bring this to you.” You said before scrunching your face trying to get the same scowl as your dear husband. 

“Lupin needs to get better so those kids will stop pestering me about him.” You imitated Severus' smooth and cool voice. Remus lets out a laugh, loudly making you smile. He covered his mouth to hid his smile as he looked over at you. 

“You're always covering your face.” You said, grabbing a hold of his wrist. You held on his wrist as he showed you his wide smile. He feels his heart fluttering in his chest as he looks down at you. 

Remus pulls away from your grasp and clears his throat. He shouldn't be this close to you, you're married and you're happy with your marriage. He doesn't want to ruin that. Remus regrets never taking that chance that night you visited him years ago. The chance to be friends, maybe something more but damn the way you looked at Severus was something he only read in books and he doubts that you would ever look at him the way you looked at Severus. Severus was the same thing, his dark eyes always following you. He always had a hand on you, and even when you weren't looking he admire you.  

‘Perhaps in another life he would have taken that chance.’ He told himself. 

[forbidden-forest-witch]

Low quality pics of a high quality man.

[lupinmoonlight]

Happy birthday, Professor

Masterlist AO3

Summary - You sneak out of your dorm to give your professor, Remus Lupin, his birthday present (it's you).

Warnings - smut, choking, gagging, teacher/student (student is an adult), mentions of bruises and marking, mention of safe word (but not used), D/s dynamic, grammar.

Note - I wanted to write something smutty for Lupin's birthday. I tend to see him as a big softie, but I really like the idea of him being able to act like this when "provoked". This is also the smuttiest thing I ever wrote so I apologize if it's too much (lol).

You both knew that your relationship was forbidden, that it was wrong. But you were addicted to him, and he was addicted to you. It was intoxicating. You could never get enough of his eyes devouring you as you sat in his class, of his hands exploring you when you snuck out of your dorm to his chambers, of his teeth biting your neck, of his scent that you wanted to drown yourself in every minute of the day. It was never enough and it would never be enough. 

The kind man with gentle eyes that you innocently called professor during the day turned almost feral when you met in the eerie stillness of the night. His mouth leaving marks behind. His grip strong and possessive, keeping you close to his body. His hand sometimes travelling up to your neck, lightly choking you. His body pressed against yours. His beard scratching your cheeks. His growl, deep and low in your ears, when he entered your body. It was dizzying. 

He was not expecting you tonight, but you wanted to surprise him. It was his birthday. You felt like you didn't have much to offer to a man his age. But you want to give yourself. You wanted him to use you as he pleased. To make you his, without any restraint, without holding back. 

You nervously snuck out of your dorm, walking the dark halls of the castle, and quietly made your way to your professor's chambers. You had decided on wearing your skirt with a simple shirt. You omitted the panties because you knew they wouldn't stay on for very long anyway. 

Before you could even knock, the heavy wooden door swung open. Maybe he was expecting you after all. His gaze, usually soft and gentle, had a darkness you were used to seeing now. 

"Good evening Professor," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just came to wish you a happy birthday."

His eyes crinkled in a smile and he chuckled softly. Without a word, he grabbed your shirt lightly and pulled you inside before closing the door behind. He knew what it meant when you called him Professor outside of the classroom. God, it sounded so sinful, but so good.

As he led you inside the dimly lit room, you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. Although your encounters had always been intense, you could tell he was holding back. Tonight, you didn't want him to hold back. You wanted him to have you the way he wanted. You didn't know if you could handle it, but you didn't care. 

He led you next to his bed where you stood nervously. You didn't know how to tell him. You couldn't even look at him, but you could feel his gaze piercing through you. You tentatively approach him and reach up for a kiss, but he stops you, gently pushing you back. 

"What's wrong? I can tell how nervous you are," he said, slightly concerned. He could tell you were not your usual self. 

You blushed at the sound of his voice. "Nothing, I-" you tried to explain, but the words wouldn't come out. You craved his body, his warmth. In another desperate attempt to get closer, you try to place your hands on his chest, but he grabs them, stopping you in your track. 

"Talk to me. Tell me what you want," he said, as if reading your mind. 

"Use me," you blurted out. You feel his grip tighten on your wrists. He pulls you slightly closer to his body and you can already feel his arousal against you. He leans in closer to your ear. "I will not be gentle. If at any point you want me to stop, you say the word red. Do you understand?" He pulls back, searching your face for any doubt, but you are looking at the floor, still embarrassed about the words that escaped your mouth. 

"Look at me," he said, his voice stern. "Do you understand?"

You slowly lift your eyes to meet his and whisper "Yes" in confirmation. 

He kisses you softly as he releases your wrists. He moves his hands to your hips and slowly lifts your skirt, exploring your body. His movements stop as he notices the absence of your panties. You knew that was it. It was the last straw, the last gentle touch you would receive. 

"Kneel for me," he commands, and you do, almost before he can finish his sentence. You were so eager to submit to him it was shameful. 

"Eyes on me," he says as he fists your hair. You whimper at the sting and the feeling goes straight down between your legs. 

He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he unbuttons his trousers. You can already see the outline of his hardness. You can't help but feel nervous. It's not like it was your first time with him, but you were not the most experienced when it came to stuff like that. 

"Open," he orders you as he frees himself from his trousers. His grip on your hair tightens as he guides himself into your eager mouth. He starts with the tip, teasing your tongue, and lets out a low growl. He pushes himself further, but feels you tense up around his length. 

"Relax your throat for me," he says as he stills, giving you time to adjust to him. You try to relax, but you're already out of breath and gagged around him. He doesn't care. He pulls out slightly and pushes himself back in, this time hitting the back of your throat. He moves his other hand to the back of your head and starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. You do your best to catch your breath when he pulls out, but it's never enough and your eyes get watery. His pace is relentless, your jaw is sore, your head hurts from his grip on your hair, but this is what you wanted and it is pure bliss. "You can take it," he encourages you but you don't trust yourself that you can. Just before you feel like you're about to pass out, he pulls out completely and tilts your head up. 

"Eyes on me, I said. I want you to look at me. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," you almost sob. 

"Yes what?" he says firmly. 

"Yes, Professor." 

"Good girl." He nods in approval and continues his merciless treatment of your throat, hitting the back of it with every thrust. His eyes never leaving yours. You are not even trying to hide it anymore, you just let the tears flow. He suddenly stills inside your mouth and holds you there a while until you completely run out of breath. He pulls you off of his cock and helps you stand. He grabs your neck and pulls you into a kiss, tasting himself on your lips. It's not gentle, it's not soft. It's possessive, it's hungry, and it's all you want. You can barely stand, your hair is a mess, your face full of tears, but he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. 

He guides you to his bed before spinning you around and pushing you onto the mattress face down. Your breath hitched, your body trembled with anticipation. You enjoyed not knowing what was coming next. You could hear him getting undressed, the sound of his clothes being discarded, his steps getting closer behind you. 

You feel the mattress dip as he straddles your legs. He runs his hands up and down your thighs, relishing the softness of your skin. But his gentle touch is short-lived and it's not long before he grabs your hips and pulls your ass up, making you arch your back uncomfortably. You suddenly remember you didn't wear any panties and feel exposed as your skirt is pushed up above your hips. You gasp loudly as you feel a harsh slap land on your bottom. And another. And another. You stop counting and lose yourself in the warm feeling spreading through your body, a painful yet familiar sting surprises you after every spank. You try to squirm away, the feeling is starting to overwhelm you, but he keeps you in place with his other hand firmly resting on your hip. 

He suddenly stops and leans forward, pressing his body into yours. You can feel his hardness resting against your lower back. "Did I say you could move?" he asks, his tone almost predatory. You shake your head, not trusting your voice. "I thought you had better manners than this, young lady," he says before biting your shoulder, leaving a deep red mark. 

You take a shaky breath and say "No, Professor."

"I didn't think I did. Now stay still and take it." he commanded, and his words went straight between your legs. 

He continued to spank you until you felt numb. You knew what he wanted. He wanted to see you struggle to sit during his next class. He wanted you to remember this night while you looked at him standing in front of the class, only you and him knowing what had happened behind those doors. 

His hands were back on your hips in a bruising grip, and this time you could feel his cock grinding slowly against your ass. It drove you crazy. You can't wait any longer. 

"P-please," you whimpered. 

"Tell me." he replied. 

"Please, Professor, use me," you said shakily, pushing back against him. 

As the words left your mouth, he fisted your hair in a painful grip and guided himself to your entrance, just resting the tip, teasing you. He noticed how wet you already were and decided you were ready for him. No playing nice. No fingers. He just wanted to take you, to use you as he pleased. 

In one swift thrust, he pushed himself into you. Although you were already so wet, you gasped at the feeling of being stretched so quickly. It was blissful. He didn't even wait for you to adjust. He just grabbed your hip with one hand, pushed your face down the mattress with the other, and started pounding into you relentlessly. You couldn't breathe, your back was hurting, your ass was numb, but that is exactly what you wanted. Your moans were stifled into the mattress and his pace was merciless. He moved both of his hands to your hips, gripping them hard enough to bruise, and he continued to pound into you. 

He suddenly pulled out, and you cried out at the feeling of emptiness. You didn't have time to catch your breath before he manhandled you onto your back and he was already back between your legs. He pushed into you again as he held your wrists above your head. 

"Look at you," he growled, "so desperate for me to use you." 

You turned your head to the side, blushing, his gaze was too intense and you already felt overwhelmed. 

"Eyes on me," he said as he turned your head back to face him. His eyes were dark, hungry, predatory, possessive. You would have been scared if you had not known him to be so kind and gentle normally. You loved this a little too much. You loved the feeling of submitting, of not being in control, of being physically used for his pleasure. The thought of it brings you closer and closer to the edge of your climax. 

"Can I- please" you beg, but you're too out of breath to finish. "Can I cum, please Professor," you whimper. 

Your words almost make him lose control. He moves his hand to your throat, adding just enough pressure to restrain your airways slightly. "You're gonna cum on that breath. Cum for me." he commands. And that's all it took for you. You wrap your legs around his hips and you let go. It's almost violent. Your vision gets blurry. But just in time, the grip on your throat loosens and you come down from your climax. 

You can tell he is getting close. His thrusts are becoming erratic and deep. He buries his head in your neck as he continues to pound into you and bites you harshly. He bites you again, and again. He is marking you.

"I'm gonna pump you full. I'm gonna make you mine," he said as he continued to thrust into you. His pace falters and you feel him bury himself as deep as he can, his cock pulsing inside of you, marking you with his seeds. He stays inside of you for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before gently rolling off of you and pulling you to his chest. 

"You're gonna be the death of me," he chuckles softly. The soft and kind man you knew was back and while you enjoyed the more feral side of him, now you were desperately craving his comfort. You nuzzle your face in his chest and let the tears flow a little bit. He knows this is your way to come down from your high, and he just lets you. He holds you as you cry softly. "It's okay, you're okay," he says as he rubs your back. 

Once you regain your composure, you manage to look up at him. His eyes are kind again. "Open," he instructs you. You part your lips and a small piece of chocolate is placed on your tongue.

You just lay there, your body melting into his warmth. "Happy birthday, Remus," you whisper before letting yourself drift off in his arms. 

[purplelupins]

In The Woods Somewhere

Chapter XXXVII

Summery: In her 6th year, reader meets the charming Professor Lupin and their friendship begins. Reader is 16-17 at the beginning (nothing nsfw until reader is of age.) and for the story’s sake, Lupin stays as the DADA Professor into the Goblet of Fire.

Pairing: Professor Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Warnings: none I don’t think

Author’s note: this chapter is dedicated to my friend @dogmatic255 Congratulations on finishing your exams!!

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There was a harsh rush of air that invaded y/n’s nostrils; she did her best to keep the bile rising in her throat down, but it was nearly as losing battle until finally, those rolling hills she craved warped around her. The young witch landed almost as quickly as she had disapparated from London into the Scottish countryside. She almost felt tears in her eyes when she was greeted with the The familiar surroundings of Hogsmeade. She was dizzy and her stomachs felt as if it had been turned inside out and her head was on backwards, but somehow it faded away when she saw that sleepy little town.

Of course she was used to apparating short distances, but travelling across the United Kingdom took its toll on even the most experienced witches and wizards. Y/n sished she could have strolled through the streets at a leisurely pace, and perhaps even buy some gifts for those she missed, but the weight on her shoulders was a constant reminder of the target on her back.

You’re here for a reason, and that reason only.

She slipped her hand into her bag and pulled out the photograph of her Great great grandfather; his young, smirking face stared back at her, saying those words she desperately wished she knew.

With the reminder in the forefront of her mind, y/n pulled her cloak tighter, and began to walk towards the large iron gate that separated Hogwarts from Hogsmeade.

As she trudged along, y/n pulled the large hood of her cloak up and over her head to hide her face. She was glad that the town was quiet, and figured she had the light rain that began to fall to thank for it. After a few more minutes, the metal bars that stood open to Hogwarts grounds stared back at her just feet away. Y/n could feel a buzz around her as she stood there; she recalled the Order speaking about a shield placed around the school grounds, and every entrance.

Nerves suddenly began to take over when the young witch wondered if she could even get through.

Was this all a mistake?

What if I set off a defence protocol.

Her mind raced as she stood there, but her need to understand those journals that seemed to burn a hole in her life outweighed her anxiety. Y/n took a deep breath, and stepped through the open gate; a strange shock went through her as she did. It felt like when you walk through one of the ghosts of Hogwarts- tingly and a little uncomfortable, but she got through.

She checked herself over to make sure she wasn’t marked in some way, and once she was satisfied, y/n took a long, deep breath. The fresh air made her lightheaded after months of being in that old house with not so much as a cracked open window.

Y/n tightened her grip on her bag’s strap across her front and began the long walk up the hill. Her boots slipped a little here and there on the stone path, but when she created over the hill, y/n was met with a sight that made her chest ache.

Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Then, as she stared at the castle that had been more of a home than her house, a wicked idea made her smile. It was a terrible idea, and probably quite dangerous, but y/n was already disapparating before her brain could bring her to her senses.

When she landed, there was a cold, stone floor under her boots. The distinct aroma of dried plants, fermentation and damp filled her nose; y/n felt her shoulders relax further when she saw that the office she landed in was empty. The amount of comfort she felt from that room alone could have only been compared to a hug from Remus; there was only one other person who could bring her so much peace.

Y/n found that she could hear noise from the other side of the door, but chose to ignore it for the time being. She knew nothing would happen so long as she stayed put. The young witch removed her cloak and looked over the dark wood desk that sat in front of the window. It was almost the exact same as the last time she had seen it, complete with the bundle of Icelandic Unicorn horns- the ribbon still on.

As if on cue, a sharp, commanding voice filled the room beyond the office door, and purely out of habit, she froze.

“Silence!”

Y/n stifled a laugh as the chatter from outside the door went quiet as the grace in an instant. The young witch relaxed into the large chair behind the desk, letting the smell of the man outside the door lull her into a sense of safety. She listened to him teach the second period of the day, and almost forgot that she was not supposed to be there.

After an hour, y/n heard the dull sound of the bell followed by the tired shuffle of students leaving the classroom. Once the door shut and silence settled into the stone walls, she was finally graced with the sound of those measured footsteps she knew so well.

The door to the office opened, and the smile on her face when she saw that unimpressed man threatened to break her in half. Severus Snape had his not in a journal when he walked in, but after just one and a half steps, he froze. Without looking up, he snapped the book shut and drew his wand from his sleeve in a instant. However, as soon as his eyes landed on the young witch in his chair, his grip on his wand faltered.

Y/n threw her hands up in defence and grinned when she saw the shock on his stoic face.

“Surprise!” She said, feeling the weight on her shoulders lift.

Severus stood there for a moment, then slowly returned his wand to his sleeve, and regained his composure.

“And to what do I owe this appearance of yours, Miss l/n?” He asked, continuing his journey to his desk as if his mind was not alight with questions and a million thoughts.

Y/n stood up and walked to the other side of the desk to let him retrieve what he needed. She thought for a moment, thinking of a way to put her predicament. With Severus, she knew the best way was the truth; straight forward and to the point.

“I’m here for help actually…” she murmured, turning back to look at the potions master. He paused again as he shuffled a few pages of parchment, and lifted his head enough to peer at her from under his brows.

She had his attention.

Y/n took a deep breath, and continued, “Do you recall those journals from my mother?” She said.

“I do.” He drawled slowly.

The young witch nodded and traced her finger along the edge of the desk, “Inside there was a photo of my Great Great Grandfather. He was a Slytherin, and competed in the Triwizard Tournament in 1792. My mother had pages dedicated to him in one of the diaries…it was so strange- i barely know anything about him and my parents never really spoke about him, yet my mother took the time to write about him.” It felt strange to say the words aloud- like she was only confirming the surreal matter of it all, “I want to know more about him…I think there might be something about him that helps me to understand more about…what my parents have done.” Her words tumbled out of her, and her chest felt tight.

Severus regarded her for a moment before nodding his head twice.

“Name?” He asked, placing the papers in his hand down, uninterested.

It took the young witch a moment to understand what he meant, but then when realization hit her, she sighed, and fidgeted with her fingers for a moment, “That is the one catch of all this, sir. I don’t actually know his name,” it all sounded so silly now, but she was set on not leaving that castle without trying, “I think I’ll have enough information on him to find his record though. He was sixteen in the photo which was taken in 1792, and he was a Slytherin…I- I think that should be enough.” Y/n knew her voice was wavering.

She was nervous.

Severus returned his gaze to her, and studied her for a moment before rounding the desk to stand a could feet from her.

“Hold out your hand.” He said simply.

Y/n’s brows pinched in confusion, but she had learned long ago to not question him too much. Just as he had asked, she held out her hand, and in an instant she saw why he had asked her.

Severus gently took her hand in his, and inspected it before murmuring,“Your hands never used to tremor, dear one.” His voice was so soft that she almost didn’t hear it, but his recognition was was enough to make her eyes sting. Y/n looked down at her shaking hand, and tried to remain calm.

Having him worry about her was the last thing she wanted, so she settled for a simple response, “Well I just apparated from London…it’s a long journey.” She said as uninterested as she could, though she was panicking inside.

Severus slowly rose his black eyes to hers, and stared for a moment.

“Don’t lie to me.” He said dangerously.

Caught.

Y/n thought for a moment, but then as if the wizard was controlling her, her walls crumbled. Tears welled in her eyes and fell before she could wipe them away.

“I have been in hiding for two months from the most powerful dark wizard alive, Severus.” She gasped, shaking her head, “I spend most of my days in my room listening to old records and trying to think of ways I can serve the wizarding community from a derelict house in London. I fear for the people I love and for those I don’t even know. I live in fear, and I can’t even do anything about it.” A sob broke from her, but she stayed as strong as she could.

Severus watched the one thing he held dear break in front of his eyes. She was always so strong, and seeing her weeping and afraid made his guarded heart ache. His harsh brow softened, and he rubbed a brief soothing circle on her knuckles.

“Stay as long as you need.” He murmured. “My chambers are yours if you require it.” His words were careful, but y/n knew he meant them explicitly.

The young witch nodded and sucked in a long breath to calm herself.

“Thank you Severus.” She whispered. They stood there for a moment longer before Severus released her, and returned to retrieving the papers he needed. Y/n watched him absentmindedly, finally feeling a little safer with his consent to remain in Hogwarts. She knew it was no golden invitation, but if he gave her his permission, it was as good as.

“I feel I must caution you,” the potions master said suddenly. Y/n blinked and returned from her little daze to listen. He continued, “ The newest addition to staff is…watchful.” Severus’s tone as akin to a hiss, and while most would say it was normal, y/n could tell he disliked who he was speaking of greatly.

“Oh?” She asked softly, “Are you talking about the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor?”

“The very same.” He ground out, “It seems that the Ministry of Magic is looking to infect every institution it can…” he said almost absentmindedly.

Y/n processed his words, feeling her blood run cold, “He-“

“She.” Severus corrected her.

She blinked. “Pardon?”

“The Professor in question resembles a fuchsia-coated toad. I doubt you will miss her wobbling down the corridors.” The potions master murmured into the quiet air.

For a moment, she through she saw the sides of Severus’s eyes crinkle, as if he was going to laugh. Y/n bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at the vivid picture he had painted. However, the moment was cut short when the telltale sound of more students shuffling into class began to fill the silence, followed by a chair falling over. Severus closed his eyes in irritation and strode to the door, flicked his wand to slam it open; a hush fell over the classroom before the door was slammed shut again.

“Detention.” Came his voice through the door.

Y/n grinned to herself. She had missed him.

The young witch took another breath to steady herself, grasped her cloak and apparated out of the dungeons. Her feet landed firmly in a silent corridor, and she thanked herself for waiting until class was in session; making a scene was the last thing she wanted. Y/n took a quick look around to get her bearings then began the walk to the library. When she passed by the staircase that led to the kitchens, she made a mental note to visit the elves later.

On her way, she only had to duck behind a handful of pillars and empty corridors to hide from the odd student who was late for class. Then finally, the large doors to the library looked at the end of the hall. Y/n quickened her steps, and admittedly let down some of her guard when the prospect of finding out about herself came closer. Just as she was a few feet from the doorway, a sickly sweet cough came from her right. The young witch snapped her head to the sound, and her eyes widened at the sight that greeted her.

“Excuse me miss? Class has already started…you are not a student!” Came a a shrill voice from the small woman clad in nothing but pink. Y/n had nothing against the colour, but seeing it is such overuse on such a woman made her stomach churn. The woman, who y/n assumed was this new DADA professor, was staring at her menacingy with a small, condescending grin.

Severus was right…she is a toad wrapped in pink.

Think y/n think.

The young witch swallowed and kept a laugh at bay. She tried to remain as calm as possible, “Hello. I apologize, I was looking-“

But before y/n could fib, the woman held her hand up to silence her. Y/n had seen and dealt with a fair about of rude witches and wizards alike over her life, but she had to admit that this woman was a different breed. “Enough. Come with me, please.” She quipped to y/n.

Y/n considered disapparating, but if she was honest, the woman scared her. Something in her patronizing superiority complex made y/n wonder if there was more to her then just the role of ‘professor’. So after a moment of contemplation, she decided to follow the fuchsia toad-woman. The professor made a small sound of satisfaction, and turned on her heel to lead y/n away from the one place she needed to be. Slowly, the young witch began to recognize the route they were taking, and while she felt a spark of hope, she also felt her stomach plummet into a pit of dread. It was not the Dumbledore’s office, nor to the DADA room.

They arrived outside a large wooden door, and the stout woman knocked daintily. They waited a moment before y/n heard the clicks of heels, and she mentally prepared herself for whatever was about to happen. But when the door swung open, her face almost broke into a smile at the sight of who greeted them. Someone she had missed more than she had realized.

Professor Minerva Mcgonagall.

Y/n had to commend the woman in question when she barely reacted to her being there. Mcgonagall simply looked between the shorter woman, and the young witch with a terse expression.

“Professor Umbridge, may I help you?” She asked in an irritated tone; y/n only saw her eyes stay on her a second longer than normal, and y/n knew then that she was shocked.

“Professor Mcgonagall, I do apologise for interrupting your…riveting lesson.” Professor Umbridge relief sweetly, “But I found this individual wandering the halls. She was about to infiltrate the library when I caught her. I brought her to you before seeking out the…illusive headmaster.”

Illusive?

Y/n could see the gears work away in the older witch’s brain as she thought of a solution. Then a faux look of realisation landed on her wrinkled features as she took a step out the door.

“Oh yes of course- You are miss l/n, are you not?” Mcgonagall asked, hoping y/n understand her plan. Y/n was not certain she understood her idea, but she played along.

“Yes. I am.” She answered with a slight edge as if she was being inconvenienced.

Professor Mcgonagall nodded sharply.

“Wonderful, thank you Professor Umbridge. I will take things from here.” She made to usher y/n into her class, but it seemed Umbridge was no wear near satisfied.

“Forgive me Minerva, but I think I ought to be let in on this arrangement, don’t you?” Her tone never seemed to change, and y/n began to find that it was giving her a headache.

Y/n looked at Minerva with wide eyes that Umbridge couldn’t see.

Busted.

But the Scottish woman was not so easily rattled. “Miss l/n is our new…Potions assistant, Dolores.”

Y/n swore she stopped breathing.

New what? That’s the best you could do??

Umbridge tilted her head and blinked a couple times before saying, “New potions…why was I not made aware of this? As Hogwarts High Inquisitor, I am to be made aware of all staff members. She was not at the start of year feast either.” She clearly wasn’t buying it, or perhaps she couldn’t stand the idea that she might not know everything.

Y/n felt a bead of sweat fall down her spine.

But Mcgonagall continued as if there was nothing amiss, “I believe there were some scheduling issues, were there not?” She turned to y/n who nodded along, “Headmaster will be more insightful.” Y/n had to stifle a laugh at the sound of condescension dripping from the Professor’s words.

Umbridge’s eye twitched, “Wonderful. Shall we go consult with him?”

This woman is quick.

Mcgonagall was about to skirt around the option, “Oh I don’t think-“

“Oh I do.” Umbridge said menacingly, cutting her off before she could even begin.

The Transfiguration Professor narrowed her eyes slightly, “Very well. Though this cannot take long as class is currently in session.” Minerva turned back into the room and called out, “A single chair out of line when I return and it will be detention for each of you.”

With that, the two professors walked y/n briskly to the stone stairs that lead to the Headmaster’s office. Mcgonagall stole the occasional look at y/n as if to ask “What is gods name are you doing here?” But aside from that, she made sure nothing seemed amiss.

As they ascended the stairs, Y/n felt her gut twist. This had been her only chance to find out more about his strange man she was related to, and she might have just ruined it all.

Mcgonagall cast her one more look out of the corner of her eye, and y/n have her one back. Umbridge knocked on the door, and after barely waiting for an “Enter.” the stout witch pushed the door open and almost threw y/n inside before stepping in after her.

“Headmaster,” Umbridge began sweetly, “We do apologise for this intrusion, but-“

“Ahh. Miss l/n. Good to see you.” Dumbledore said without a care that he had interrupted.

It took y/n only a moment to register that he was greeting her. She had been bracing for a reprimand or shock, but his old face looks pleasant and calm. The young witch swallowed, and unfroze herself; she took a step forward to shake his frail hand, “Thank you sir.”

“I trust you had a safe journey?” He asked, casual as ever.

Y/n nodded, “I did-“

“Headmaster,” Professor Umbridge began again, this time with a little more irritation in her tone, “I found this girl in the castle illegally. Now unless you know-“

“Dolores, I do apologise but you are mistaken. Miss l/n is welcome here at Hogwarts.” He said, unfazed by the pink woman.

“So you know why she is here?” The woman pushed.

Dumbledore chuckled.

“I certainly hope I do. As headmaster, it is my duty to monitor all comings and goings inside Hogwarts.” He said knowingly.

“Then do tell why she is here.” Professor Umbridge almost behaved like a lawyer trying to catch the defendant in a lie.

There was a breath of silence, and out of the corner of her eye, y/n was certain she saw Mcgonagall mouth ‘Legilimens’.

The headmaster blinked and tilted his head slightly as he regarded y/n. “Miss l/n is the newest addition to Hogwarts staff, aside from yourself, and will be assisting our esteemed potions master Professor Snape this year.”

Y/n breathed a sigh of relief, and almost felt dizzy.

This only seemed to make the pink-clad woman more irate. It was like she wanted a fight. “I see. Well then I can assume that she will be officially announced as such by the evening feast tonight. Otherwise I will be forced to…investigate.”

Y/n once again began to see uneasy about this woman.

Something tells me you already will investigate.

Dumbledore nodded, “Of course. Though I must insist that she has a day to settle before she is announced. After all her first day was interrupted.” He chided. Umbridge managed a tight smile as he continued, “Thank you for your diligence, Professor Umbridge, Professor Mcgonagall and I will take things from here.” Dumbledore finished calmly.

Umbridge huffed out a displeased sigh, “Very well. Good day headmaster. Professor Mcgonagall.” With that the awful woman left in a flourish of pink.

Y/n watched her shut the door, and waited for the head and deputy headmaster to chide her. When she turned back to them, her words already began to tumble out as her nerves were no longer disguised.

“Professor Dumbledore…Thank you, sir.” She murmured, “Professor, I-“

However, she was cut off halfway through her sentence when a pair of arms pulled her into a tight embrace; y/n couldn’t help but return it with equal fervour.

“It’s good to see you Professor Mcgonagall-“

The woman tsked her, “Call me Minerva, for Merlin’s sake dear girl. Let me look at you…” Minerva pulled away and inspected her, “Is that dog Sirius Black starving you? Godirc, you’re half the size you were last time I saw you. Oh but look at how long your hair has gotten, Albus look at her!” Minerva swallowed a lump in her throat, and patted the girl on the shoulder.

Dumbledore nodded.

“Yes I see her Minerva…you’re looking well y/n. I hear you’re keeping the Order in line.” Albus said a little mischievously. Y/n forced a smile, though half of it was genuine. She was thankful for his help, but he still didn’t sit well with her.

“I’m alright, thank you.” Y/n said, claspu g her hands together, “Living for months on end in an old house isnt how I had planned on celebrating my graduation, but I think I’ve memorised a few books and several vinyls.” She cracked a small smile, “…but I cannot thank you both enough for covering my arse there.” She looked at both of the professors, with nothing but gratitude.

“Yes well…” Mcgonagall quipped, trying to keep her emotions under lock, “ We must ask though, why are you here, my dear?”

Y/n thought for a moment, trying to find the easiest way to tell them about everything that has happened, but she settled on the simplest answer. “It is a very long story, but essentially I’m searching for information on an old relative of mine…he was a competitor in the last Trieizard Tournament, and I barely know anything about him. I only think he might have some answers because my mother wrote pages about him in a diary of hers…it’s not much but it’s all I have right now.” Y/n said, looking back and forth between the vexed Professors.

Dumbledore nodded along, thinking.

“The library and our records are at your disposal miss l/n, but I must tell you to be weary of your time here. That woman,” he gestured to the door where zu bridge had left through, “ …has many eyes and ears here. Best to wander at night.” He added with a wink.

“Thank you.” Y/n murmured. Her heart was beating erratically- it had been the entire ordeal. Her palms were sweating too.

As if she could read y/n’s mind, Minerva addressed the elephant in the room.

“Now what are we going to do about her position Albus?” Minerva asked, “We cannot just throw her in the oath of that dog and expect that she can just become a teacher.” She said incredulously.

The young witch interjected with a shaky breath, “Actually professor, if you recall I taught alongside Professor Lupin all of my seventh year- I do have experience. In addition to that I received an Outstanding on my Potion’s O.W.L. …I think I might actually be able to carry though.”

Neither of the professors looked fully convinced. They knew what reality she lived in, and the risk she was taking just to play into this lie.

Y/n sighed and ran a hand up and down her arm as she continued, “If I had come here without incident, I would have just found the information I could find then leave a return back to that old house; I would continue to sit in my room and fear that at any moment Death Eaters will break through the protective spells and kill everyone there. At least with me being here I’ll be helping with something. Besides, Hogwarts had been my home and it is probably the second safest place for me right now.”

Y/n could have sworn she saw a dusting of tears in the Professor Mcgonagall’s eyes, but it was gone in a flash.

Minerva heaved a sigh and looked at the young witch pointedly, “Then I suppose we ought to get you settled. Do what you need…and if anyone bothers you you send them right to me. Understood?” She said with a dangerous edge. Y/n briefly wondered if she had ever disciplined someone unprofessionally.

She nodded to the professor, “Understood. Oh, but Professor Dumbledore, what about Se- Professor Snape?” She asked, turning to the man.

“I’ll have a word with him this evening. Not to worry.” He replied absently, “I look forward to seeing you roaming these halls again, y/n. It wasn’t the same without you.”

Y/n looked at the headmaster a little longer, and noticed a tired edge to his eyes that wasn’t there months ago. She knew what the Ministry was saying about him; calling him unhinged and mental. She supposed that even Albus Dumbledore was not immune to ridicule.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you.” Y/n said simply. She was indeed grateful to both of their help, but she still kept the man at arms length. Minerva place an arm around her shoulders and guided her from the office, and down the stairs.

The professor released y/n’s shoulders, turned to her and murmured, “Now…I will return to my class that has surly torn apart my classroom, but afterwards I will come and find you. If I were you I would stick to the library for the time being…” she added.

Y/n nodded with a small smile before she began to walk away. After several feet in the direction of the library, she was stopped again.

“And l/n!” Mcgonagall called to her.

The young witch turned around to face her.

“Don’t be afraid to bite back.” The professor’s eyes looked exhausted in that moment, and y/n could already feel a fire rise in her. Whatever was happening at Hogwarts, she was not going to leave without driving the vermin out.

-

Useless. It’s all useless.

There were books on enchanted dust mites and how to tell one gillyweed from the other, but no student records. Y/n spent hours that stretched well into the evening pouring over shelves upon shelves of books, but to no avail. She went to try the restricted section, but the overly watchful eyes of the librarian, Madame Pince, made her sweat too much to get any closer to the chained books.

Y/n hung her head in her hands, and screamed internally. She figured that once she was know throughout the school as being a staff member, she would be able to venture into the section, but until then, she was stuck sitting at a desk having a crisis.

“There you are!”

Y/n snapped her head up to the voice, and relaxed when she saw Professor Mcgonagall striding up to her.

“Goodness you had me looking under skirts to find you.” Mcgonagall said, “Any luck?”

The young witch sighed dejectedly, “Not yet. There’s no records at all…”

Mcgonagall thought for a moment, “Oh well we might have had them moved. I’ll stick a bug in Filch’s ear to take a look. Now! You, with me.” The witch nodded to the door and began to walk, not waiting for y/n to ask anything. Y/n grabbed her bag and caught up with the woman. There was I my a handful of students in the halls again, but this time y/n figured it must be nearly dinner time.

“I believe I found you somewhere to stay during your time here. Though I must tell you that it is in the dungeons…I thought it most inconspicuous.” Mcgonagall said as they hurried to the spiral stairs leading to the lower level.

Y/n nodded, “That works fine. I’ll be closer to- to the classroom.”

Closer to Severus.

They stood there for a moment before y/n whispered a soft “Thank you.”

Then Minerva spoke, and y/n paused.

“He is fond of you, l/n.” She told her.

Y/n looked up in surprise, “Sorry?”

“Severus.” The elder witch said simply, not even batting an eye.

“What makes you say that?” Y/n asked. She knew the cold man was warmer towards her than most, but hearing it from another person made it sound as shocking as it was.

“He went to every Order meeting this summer.” Minerva said it as if it was an obvious answer, but y/n still just stared at her. The older woman sighed and looked around as if she was about to tell y/n a horrible secret; while not horrible, it was a secret. “The man didn’t need to go to every meeting- he only needed to report to Albus himself. He went to those meetings to see you dear girl.” She murmured sincerely.

Y/n opened and closed her mouth, but in the end she remained silent. Stunned.

“Did he…I mean does he ever-…” The young witch tried to form the right question.

“Speak of you?” Minerva helped.

Y/n nodded.

“Not at all. He avoids the subject at all costs because of how soft it makes him,” Minerva told her a little mischievously, “I have known that man for twenty-four years, l/n. There is only one other person he treated as such, and she has since passed.”

Y/n nodded in understanding. She knew how close her and Severus were- he was practically a son to her. What she told y/n was not to be taken lightly, just as Severus was not.

“I appreciate you telling me.” She thought for a moment, “You know he is important to me as well, don’t you?”

Minerva watched her for a moment, then nodded once.

“I do. Now off you go- make a right and walk until you reach the pillars. It’ll be the first door on the left. I suggest tomorrow you find something to wear for your new roll…I may have a few things from my younger days…find me if you need anything.” She said firmly.

Y/n nodded again, sucking in a breath.

“I will. Thank you…I suppose I am to make my first entrance tomorrow night?” The young witch asked tentatively.

“Yes.” She mused, “Albus will announce you and wipe that smile off the toad’s face. Do try to keep your head up. Hogwarts is not as kind as it once was…”

Neither one of them said anything else, and y/n took what the professor had told her seriously. Things were different. Wrong. Everything was wrong. Even the ghosts were skittish. Mcgonagall’s words still rang in her ears as she apparated to the bottom of the stairs and followed the instructions Minerva had told her. Sure enough, there was a door on her left; y/n pushed it open and was greated with a small, but surprisingly comfortable room. It looked as if it hadn’t been used in many years, and it reminded her of Severus’s quarters.

Simple, dark, and a fire already roaring.

The ornate window on the far wall was cracked open, making the room smell like a fresh autumn night. Y/n placed her bag down, and stretched her arms over her head to ease the muscles in her back that had become knotted. Her stomach growled, and the fact that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning became more and more evident. The young witch pulled her bag open, and carefully retrieved the pouch of food she had packed. It wasn’t anything amazing, but it was food.

As she chewed a piece of bread thoughtfully, and gazed at the green flames in the hearth, her mind began to wander. She needed to tell Remus about what had happened, and she needed to know more about exactly what was happening at Hogwarts.

Y/n slipped into the extra clothes she had brought, and was just about to settle into the couch when a knock on the door startled her. In an instant, her nerves her alight, and she debated disapparating, but her pride wouldn’t let her. If there was a threat on the other side of the door, she would face them head on, not running.

Her mind raced as she drew her wand and took careful steps to the door, trying to think of who might be there to see her at such a late hour. Her hand hovered above the handle, and she sucked in a breath to prepare herself, and wrenched the door open. However, all that greeted her was empty air. Then, a small throat being cleared alerted her to look down.

A smile broke out across her face.

“Dobby! Winky! How are you two?” Y/n asked, bending down to the house elve’s eye level. They were certainly a sight for sore eyes, especially Dobby.

“Miss l/n, we heard whispers of your return but we didn’t want to believe it!” They rushed to her and held her in an tight embrace.

“Look at how pretty you are!” Winky said excitedly, pulling back to see the young witch.

Y/n laughed lightly and looked at both of her old friends. “It’s so nice to see you both. How is everyone else?” Y/n asked as they released her.

“Tis the same as always…Miss Granger has been working to help us…we have lunch breaks now.” Dobby said happily.

“That’s wonderful…I hope even better things happen. Come in.” Y/n said, ushering them inside and shut the door.

“Thank you miss l/n.” Dobby and Winky sat on the couch, and y/n sat on the comfortable rug I front of them; this way they were eye level. The male elf looked around just like Minerva had, and continued, “I’m afraid you’ve returned to Hogwarts during a bad time miss…” Dobby whispered, “These are dark times.”

Y/n felt her stomach twist as she was told yet again how terrible the castle had become. She nodde, and spoke, hoping she might learn more from them,“I’ve heard that, Dobby…can you tell me why?” Y/n asked as calmly as she could, regardless of the fear she felt.

Dobby and Winky looked at one another solemnly before he whispered,“It’s that…woman. The pink one. She’s-“ he looked around again, paranoid.

“Go on my friend.” Y/n encouraged him.

He sighed and shook his head.

“She’s j w students you see…many times I’ve seen the poor things weeping in the halls, grasping their hands.” His little voice broke, and y/n felt her fear disappear, only to be replaced with a brewing fury.

“She what?” Y/n asked dangerously.

“Carves their skin somehow miss…” Winky hung her head.

“Does Dumbledore know?” The young witch asked after a moment.

“Not sure miss l/n…no one talks about it out of fear. Fear that she might do something worse.” Winky said gravely.

Y/n didn’t know what to say, so she nodded.

“Thank you for telling me…” she murmured.

“Now what are you doing here, Miss l/n?” Dobby asked, trying to change the horrid topic.

Y/n blinked and grinned to herself. “It’s a long story, and I might actually need your help.” She said secretively.

“Yes Miss l/n, anything at all!” Dobby piped up.

Y/n felt a little hope begin to warm her stomach; if there was anyone who could move through the castle to find something hidden without getting caught, it was a house elf.

“I need to find the record of a student that attended Hogwarts, and was sixteen in 1792. He competed in the Triwizard Tournament…he was a Slytherin. Think you know where the records are?” She asked, leaning forward.

The two elves looked at one another, then looked back at her, “It might take time, but we’ll find them, miss. Leave it to us.” They assured her.

“Thank you…” y/n breathed.

Dobby hopped off the couch, and helped Winky off too.

“We must be going miss l/n, but we will return soon. Be careful.” With that, the elves scurried away and out the door before y/n could even say goodbye.

Y/n stared after them, and sighed. She stood from her place on the floor, and as she was about to warm her hands by the fire when there was another knock at the door. Y/n walked to it and expected to see the two elves again, but instead, there was a plate of warm food and a cup of tea levitating right there in front of the door.

Y/n grasped the plate apprehensively , but when she looked at the glass that belt the cup of tea, she already knew who had left it. It was the same ornate cup that she had first been seen summoned. The design itself was just as distinct as its creator, just with the added warmth of tea.

Severus.



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[melodramaschild]

For me, i think remus is an avid user of 'dove' as a nickname but literally everything is good sweetheart, darling, love etc.

in my language sweet nicknames suck (or feel cringe) so i became obsessed with english ones 😬

Tbh I love bunny and princess and shortcake. But those are like… “make my brain foggy while I’m sobbing to you.” yk.

But darling? Sweetheart? Love? Dove?

While Reflections plays in the background.

You both sit in the dim light of flickering candles who are slowly accepting their faith of being born to burn out.

Suddenly he’s looking at you through his sandy hair that are falling into his eyes. He hates it. He hates how he can’t see your beauty clearly through his hair.

But you feel his gaze on you. Always so calm and protective. “You’re staring.” you say, not looking away from your book that is sitting in your palm.

“You’re beautiful.” he admits, brushing his hair away from his vision so he can see how you lights up at his compliment. You always do.

“And now you’re lying.” you finally look up at him. He truly is staring. But he looks at you like his eyes are his lungs and you’re his oxygen.

“And you’re a fool.” he chuckles as he leans down, taking your soft hand into his scarred one. His fingers slowly wraps around your palm, oh so slowly. Like you were the most fragile treasure the cosmo ever had.

He brings your hand to his warm lips, leaving a kiss that blooms through your whole body on your skin. “Staring, lying and now he’s also a gentleman.”

“For you? Anytime and anywhere, my love.”

And tbh our Slavic language sucks a lot with love nicknames too so I’m absolutely smitten with English ones.

[lixzey]

professor, professor

September 1, 1993

Your heels clicked against the stone floor as you walked inside the Defense classroom late at night. Your eyes scanned the room as you reminisced about the days you spent inside the classroom as a student.

Professor Dumbledore had hired you at the last minute as an assistant for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. At first, you were skeptical—why would the defense against the dark arts professor need an assistant? All the defense professors you had when you were a student never had assistants, so this was a first. The headmaster didn’t elaborate much; all you knew was that it was needed. 

You agreed, of course, since you terribly needed the extra income. The job you had barely paid for rent and utilities, let alone food. You had been living in the muggle world since that fateful Halloween night in 1981. You spent the last twelve years blending in with muggles, though it isn't much of a problem since you were a half-blood, but you lost everything you had ever known. You lost your family in the most tragic way possible; they weren’t related to you by blood, but they were family—the only family you’ve ever known.

August 31, 1993

You sat in the living room of your one bedroom flat with a tin of biscuits in your lap that you bought along with a few groceries with the last of the money you had, hoping it would ease your hunger and last a few more days until you could get another job. 

For the last twelve years, you’ve been in and out of jobs—not one lasting more than a year. You had been a waitress, a bartender, a street sweeper, and a cashier at a grocery store and café; hell, you even tried to become a stripper out of desperation. 

You sighed deeply, rubbing your temples. You were thirty-three yet you still haven’t figured out your life. It wasn’t supposed to be like this; it never was. Voldemort took everything, leaving you miserable and alone. 

While you were reading and eating the biscuits you had just opened, you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Your brows furrowed in confusion. You weren’t expecting anybody—you haven’t expected anyone for the last twelve years. You took a deep breath, placing your book and the tin of biscuits down on the coffee table in front of you before getting up to open the door. When you opened the door, your eyes widened. Albus Dumbledore was on your doorstep. 

“P-Professor Dumbledore?” 

“Good evening, Miss L/N.” Dumbedore’s blue eyes twinkling. “May I come in?” 

You nodded, dumbfounded, stepping aside to let your old professor inside. The Headmaster made his way to your living room, sitting comfortably on your worn-out couch. 

“This is an unexpected surprise, Professor. Is there anything I can help you with?” You asked as you grabbed a chair from under the coffee table. “I don’t usually have visitors, but I have tea; if you’d like, I can start the kettle.”

“There’s no need, Y/n,” Dumbledore answered with a smile that almost looked like pity. “I won’t be staying too long, my dear.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Then why are you here, Professor? How did you even find me?” You asked, confused as to why he was here; it certainly wasn’t a visit to his old student.

“I hear you’re looking for a job.” Dumbledore said thoughtfully. 

“How’d you know that? I haven’t stepped inside the Wizarding World in almost thirteen years.”

“I have my ways, Miss L/N.”

You rolled your eyes at your old professor. “Yes, I’m looking for a job. Hell, I’d take any job.” 

“How would you like a job at Hogwarts?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his offer. A job at Hogwarts? The place you once called home. It seemed too good to be true. “What kind of job?” You asked, still skeptical about the offer.

“I need an assistant for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor,” Dumbledore explained. “I believe you are well-suited for the position as you are one of the brightest students in your year. The pay isn't quite as much as I'd like to offer, though,” Dumbledore continued. “But there is room and board, of course, and full meals and such.”

It was as if the air had been sucked out of your lungs. A real job, a consistent job. A job at Hogwarts, the place that had been a second home to you for the important years of your life. The place where you met your friends and formed bonds that were stronger than any other.

“I'll take it.” You said without hesitation.

“I thought you might,” Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with satisfaction and moved to stand. “I'll see you tomorrow at the start of term, Miss L/N.” 

“Thank you, Professor.” 

“You’re welcome, my dear girl.” Dumbledore smiled. “Oh, I nearly forgot. Have you read the Daily Prophet recently?”

You shook your head, your brows furrowing. “I haven’t looked at anything from the Wizarding World since James and Lily died.” 

“I suggest you take time to invest in a copy of the Daily Prophet, Miss L/n.” Dumbledore smiled again, though his eyes were telling otherwise. Before you could utter another word, he apparated out of your flat with a loud pop. 

You hadn’t gotten a chance to get a copy that night since the next day was the start of term and you were already in a hurry to pack your trunk. You still have no idea what your old professor was implying, though you didn’t let it bother you too much. 

As you continued to look around the classroom, memories of your Hogwarts days came flooding back. 

The way you and your friends—James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus—would always sit together in every class Always plotting pranks for the Slytherins—mainly Severus Snape and other unsuspecting students. 

There was Lily, who always told you not to encourage the boys, but she also had a mischievous side you loved. 

Then there were Mary and Marlene, who loved to chatter and talk, always sharing all the gossip with you and Lily. 

And finally, though he was a part of the Marauders with you, Remus. You loved him more than words could ever describe. You and Remus had dated at the start of your fifth year. He was the calm to your storm, the voice of reason when you and James were off planning another ridiculous prank. Remus was kind and caring, always making sure that you were okay and safe. He was your best friend, your confidant, and the love of your life. There was something about Remus that made your heart flutter every time he smiled, or how his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he was passionate about. You were drawn to his intelligence, his kindness, and his unwavering loyalty. 

They were your family, the family built on love.

You felt a pang in your chest at the thought of Remus. It had been years since you had last seen him—years since he pushed you away after James, Lily, and Peter's deaths and Sirius’ betrayal. You couldn’t blame him, but you were hurting too at that time. It wasn’t fair that he broke your heart because he couldn’t take the pain of losing your friends. You have resented him for breaking your heart ever since. 

You sighed, brushing the painful memories aside. Maybe this was the fresh start you'd been waiting for. A chance to leave your past behind and embrace the future. With a new job at Hogwarts, life was looking up.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realise that someone had entered the room until you heard a deep, familiar voice behind you. “Who are you? What are you doing in this classroom?” 

You quickly whipped your head around to see the person you weren't expecting to see in a long while—Remus Lupin was standing in the doorway, looking confused and shocked at the sight of you. The two of you locked eyes for what felt like an eternity, silence painfully enveloping the two of you. 

“Y/n,” Remus finally managed to say. “H-How have you been?”

All the pain and hurt came flooding back with a vengeance. You felt your heart loudly thumping in your chest as anger coursed through your veins. “Cut the crap, Remus,” you spat. “What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

Remus’ eyes widened, clearly not expecting hostility from you. “I-I’m the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” You scoffed, your eyes narrowing at him. 

“I wish I wasn’t.” Remus shrugged. 

“Oh hell no, I am not working with you.” 

Remus raised a brow. “What do you mean?” 

Before you could reply, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall entered the classroom.

“Ah, I see you two have been reacquainted," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. 

“You didn’t tell me he was going to be the new professor,” You snapped, glaring at Dumbledore. “I would have refused the job if I had known.” 

“I understand your reluctance, Miss L/N,” Dumbledore said calmly. “But I assure you, Professor Lupin will be an asset to Hogwarts. You will be assisting Professor Lupin in his classes. I believe the two of you working together will be beneficial for both of you.”

Remus scowled. “What do I need an assistant for? I’m perfectly capable of teaching; thank you very much.” 

“I assume you're aware of Professor Lupin's condition, Miss L/N?” Dumbledore asked, making Remus scoff.

“Yes, but I-”

“That settles it, you would be substituting for Professor Lupin once a month, until he is healed and deemed fit to work by Madam Pomfrey.”

“With all due respect, sir, I can’t work with him,” you protested, crossing your arms over your chest, glaring at Remus. “I don’t care how dire the situation is; I refuse to be around him.” 

“Now, now, Miss L/N,” Professor McGonagall chimed in. “You two will have to learn to work together. You both are highly capable, having been the top students when the two of you graduated. The students will benefit from your expertise in defense against the dark arts,” Professor McGonagall gave you and Remus a soft smile. “You both will need to set aside your differences and work together for the sake of the students and the school. It’s time to put the past behind and focus on the present.”

You clenched your jaw, feeling a mix of anger, resentment, and frustration. The last thing you wanted was to work with Remus after everything that had happened between the two of you. But seeing the determined and hopeful looks on the faces of Dumbledore and McGonagall, you knew you had no choice.

You let out a heavy sigh, turning to Remus with a stern look. “Fine, I’ll do it. But I better get a raise.”

Dumbledore chuckled. “Of course, Miss L/N.” 

Remus nodded, his expression unreadable. “I understand. I’ll do my best to make this work.”

Dumbledore nodded at Remus. “I have faith in both of you. I trust that you will be able to put your personal feelings aside and work together for the betterment of Hogwarts and the students.” 

You rolled your eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you. The past was haunting you at every turn, and you hated it. But you had no choice; you terribly needed this job, and you weren’t going to let it go just because of him. 

“One more thing, Miss L/N, Mister Lupin,” Dumbledore started, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “The two of you will be sharing living quarters for the whole semester.”

“What?” You and Remus both said in unison, disbelief written all over your faces. 

“Consider it team bonding,” Dumbledore said with an amused smile. “I’m sure the two of you will find a way to make it work.” 

You pressed your lips into a thin line, feeling dread settling in the pit of your stomach. Sharing living quarters with Remus—a man who had broken your heart and pushed you away after everything that had happened—was not something you were looking forward to.

You gritted your teeth, forcing a smile as you nodded. You didn't have a choice but to go along with it, despite the knots of discomfort and resentment that twisted in your stomach. It seemed that working at Hogwarts was going to be even more complicated than you had initially thought.

“At least tell me we have separate rooms.” 

“Of course, Miss L/N,” Dumbledore nodded. “You will each have your own separate rooms, fear not.”  You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, feeling a bit of relief at the mention of separate rooms. At least you wouldn't have to spend the whole semester sharing a room with Remus, a thought that made your skin crawl.  

“Well then, we shall leave you two to make the necessary arrangements,” Dumbledore said, giving you and Remus a reassuring smile before leaving the room with Professor McGonagall.  

You and Remus stood in awkward silence for a moment, both of you avoiding eye contact. The tension between the two of you was palpable, and it was suffocating. You sighed and finally turned to Remus with a cold stare. “Don't get too comfortable, Lupin,” you warned. “This doesn't mean we're suddenly best friends again.”

Remus flinched when you called him by his last name, but nonetheless he nodded, understanding your apprehension. “I don't expect us to be best friends again, Y/n,” he said quietly. “But for the sake of the students and the school, we could at least try to get along.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, still not convinced. “We'll see,” you replied with a dismissive tone. 

Remus met your cold gaze with a resigned expression. “I understand,” he replied evenly. “I don't expect us to be friends again. I don't expect us to be anything other than colleagues.”

You scoffed, feeling the weight of your past grudges and hurts. “Colleagues. That's all we'll ever be.”

Remus nodded. “I know.”

The two of you stood there in uncomfortable silence, knowing that once again, your lives had become even more complicated. You both needed this job and living at Hogwarts, and you wouldn't let your personal differences get in the way of it, no matter how difficult it might be. 

But one thing’s for certain: it was going to be an interesting year at Hogwarts.

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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 18: Cockwarming - Professor!Remus Lupin

Kinktober Day 18. Cockwarming - Professor Remus Lupin x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, secret relationship, student/teacher relationship, cockwarming (mouth and pussy), nearly caught, comfort, praise kink, desk sex,  nicknames, no use of y/n

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It had all started innocently, a simple crush on your defence against the dark arts teacher and somehow you were now on your knees, beneath his desk with his cock in your mouth as he tried to answer a student's question.

Months ago, it had taken a lot of sweet talking before Professor Remus had finally snapped, allowing the affair to continue. Like most days, instead of attending dinner in the Great Hall, you wandered up to his office and usually ended up either bent over his desk or on your knees.

Today had started like any other, sneaking away from the great hall and rushing to his office making sure no one noticed you. Upon entering his office you could see that he was marking papers but a wicked smirk settled on his face as you slide the door closed.

Sometimes it was a rush of kissing, licking, tugging on hair all the whilst between each gasp of air trying to question, how was your day? how are you feeling? do you want his mouth or his cock? But from just his exhausted expression, you knew that he was behind on marking so instead of letting your horny motives take over, you decided on a subtle approach, sauntering up to the desk.

"Take your cock out sir," you asked politely, finger swiping on the desk as you moved around it. Remus didn't say anything, just quipping up a single eyebrow before doing as instructed, for some reason your cheeks warmed at him doing as you asked. As his already hardened thick cock was released from the confines of his trousers, you eased the underwear from underneath your skirt and stood between his legs.

From here, you turned so you were now facing the desk and sat in his lap reaching beneath you to aim his cock at your entrance and finally both groaned deeply as he slipped into your cunt. It always took a minute for him to be fully sheathed, your walls clamping and stretching around him but finally, you were moulded together.

You shuddered at the feeling, trying not to lose your senses as his hands settled on your hips, trying to help you move up and down but you simply held there. Glancing over your shoulder, you explained, "I know you need to mark these essays so just let me warm your cock whilst you do them, I promise I won't be in the way".

Remus tilted his head in an uncertain manner but was soon hugging you close, head resting on your shoulder, arms wrapped around you to reach for the papers continuing on at a much slower pace than he was at before.

This was where you both chatted about your day, trying to also see who could last the longest without snapping and fucking the other one hard. You were struggling through, feeling how wet you were, the pulse of his cock every few minutes and the absolute fullness that was becoming overwhelming you wanted nothing more than to lean forward and start rocking on his member.

That was the exact moment however when a knock sounded at the door and both of your bodies froze. There wasn't even time for Remus to hide his cock before the door was pushed open and you were disappearing beneath the table.

Over the roaring in your ears you could just make out that a student wanted help with a spell that they had yet to perfect but your eyes were distracted by the throbbing cock that bobbed in the air and as time went on, only seemed to become harder, veins protruding more and precum dripping out of the tip. Then you realised that your professor was actually turned on by either nearly being caught or the fact that you were underneath the table without any panties on.

At that moment you weren't truly thinking as you inched forward, careful to not make any noise as your hands rested on Remus' thighs, noting the way he jumped but tried to cover it with a cough that only had you smiling and reaching forward with your mouth. The moment his cock touched your tongue you wanted nothing more than to moan deeply, in fact, Remus did but again pretended to have a coughing fit which only caused his cock to move deeper into your mouth.

It felt so good to feel his cock in your mouth and with the way you were salivating, you knew you couldn't risk giving him a proper blowjob with the risk of the poor student hearing your slurping noises.

So you waited there, warming his cock with your mouth, not fully listening to what was being said below from the white noise roaring in your ears at the risk you were both taking. But as the conversation continued, your body began to relax more, hands settling on his thighs, shifting on your knees until you were comfortable. 

Eventually, strings of saliva began dribbling down your chin as you couldn’t swallow, staining his tweed trousers and even as the minutes ticked by, the professor's cock still stayed firm and hard in your mouth, only causing your arousal to increase.

At one point, Professor Remus’ hand disappeared beneath the desk to stroke your cheek as you rested your head against his thigh and you had to resist the urge to hum at the comfort.

Finally, the noticeable click of the door sounded as the student exited, Remus was then quick to pull his seat back, his cock pulling out in the process. As he helped you to your feet, you massaged your aching jaw, wiping the dribble from your chin as he pointed his wand towards the door, thoroughly locking it.

Not another word was exchanged as he helped you onto the edge of his desk, pulling up your skirt and revealing your own wet arousal causing him to suck in a quick breath before thrusting into you quickly, covering your mouth with his hand to silence your moans.

His lips dropped to the shell of your ear, “you did so well today sweetheart, holding my cock for so long, such a good girl”. His praises were like heaven to hear, hands gripping his jacket tightly, legs wrapping around his waist for extra support as he delivered long strokes with his cock.

The desk shook with each thrust as you both moaned under your breaths, his hands dropping to your hips, squeezing hard enough that you knew there would be bruises beneath the skin but not caring, wanting to feel everything he had to offer.

Remus waved his wand once more and all items on his desks floated to move against the wall, leaving you the same to lie back, giving you the perfect view of his face as it was expressed in pleasure.

His hips moved faster now, snapping against yours, his nibble fingers stroking against your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm that was tightening in your core. You could tell he was close too from the way he was grunting, the vein in his neck bulging edging closer until his mouth dropped open releasing a large groan.

Seeing him cum and feeling his fingers still swiping against your clit, you too were cuming, clenching tightly around his cock as he spilt his seed.

Remus pulled out, sucking in deep breaths as he waved his wand, cleaning his cum and fixing both of your appearances like nothing had even happened. As you stood, you gave him one final kiss on the cheek, “same time tomorrow?”

[entitled-fangirl]

The astronomy professor.

Severus Snape x Lupin!reader (past James Potter x reader)

Summary: it's Harry's third year, and the reader is beyond excited that her brother is becoming the boy's professor. When the two siblings goof off together before one of their classes, the reader realizes just how much she's grown attached to Snape.

Warnings: Death, grief, guilt, fighting, talks of threatening behavior, etc.

Author's note: I'm planning on working on the next piece of "His betrothed" soon! Also... maybe a Remus Lupin x reader???

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Severus scowled at the other end of the professors table in the Great Hall, while next to him, Y/N smiled brightly.

They had both had quite different viewpoints of the newest DADA professor.

Remus Lupin.

Being a Lupin herself, she was beyond excited that her older brother was coming to teach.

And he was quite excited to be there as well.

The two were close during their time at Hogwarts. She was often seen flitting around the Marauders like a pesky gnat.

None of them ever thought of her as pesky though. 

She was Remus' younger sister, and therefore, their own younger sister.

And throughout their time in school, she had developed a large crush on James Potter.

The only person who ever knew about it was Remus.

And while it absolutely killed her, she was happy when James and Lily started dating.

Then were engaged.

Then married.

Then had Harry.

That was just the kind of person Y/N was. Though it destroyed her, she couldn't help still feeling joyful for him.

Imagine her pain the day he died.

That's how she got to this point now.

So close to Severus Snape.

Because they both bonded together over one thing:

That James and Lily Potter could've had very different lives if they hadn't ended up with each other.

…

Remus approached Y/N after the dinner, grabbing her elbow gently from behind. She turned away from her conversation with Minerva to look at him, "Oh, Remus. What's wrong?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing. It's just… can I talk to you?"

Minerva intervenes, "Go on, you two. We'll finish this conversation later, Professor Lupin." She pauses, "Well, I guess now you're both Professor Lupin. Hmm." 

She walks off.

Y/N turns around to him. "There's something wrong with you. Don't lie. We've been siblings for far too long to make you think you can lie to me."

He sighs and pulls her arm, dragging her out of the Great Hall.

Severus, with his ever watchful gaze, notices the urgency in which Remus drags her away.

He didn't miss the tall werewolf at all.

…

"He's just so tall, isn't he?" Remus asked joyfully.

She smiles, "Oh, yes. And Harry is so smart. That, or he's quite good at copying off of Ms. Granger. You'll figure it out when you get there."

"He looks just like James." Remus said with distant look in his eyes.

Y/N smiled at the thought, "Yes. But, he looks like Lily, too. Imagine if he had her red hair. He'd fit in with the Weasleys just fine!"

The two siblings laughed loudly in the middle of the deserted corridor.

It was if they were students again.

She looked back at him, "I really have missed you, Rem."

He sighed, "I'm sorry for my actions after… you know."

"Remus, I don't blame you for reacting to all of it the way you did-"

"-you really can, though. You should."

She stepped back, shaking her head, "No. I don't care what happened in the past."

"You're my sister and I pushed you away," he reminded her. "All because I was too weak."

She scoffed, "You're not weak. You've never been weak. Remus, don't-"

"-NO!" He pushed, "I pushed you away after he died because. every. single. time I looked at you after that, I saw him."

Her mouth opened slightly as she registered his words. She moved to speak, but couldn't trust her own voice.

He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Look. I'm sorry. That's nothing of your concern, and I don't know why I bothered you with it."

"You… you really saw him in me?" She asked.

"I still do." 

"What's going on down here?" Severus's voice boomed down the hall as he approached the two.

Remus resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Y/N turned to look at him, "Just catching up. It's been far too long."

"And still not long enough," Severus said.

"Severus," she scolded.

Remus chuckled lightly, "Nice to see you, too, Snivelus."

"Remus," she scolded towards him now.

The two completely ignored her as they glared at each other.

She sighed, "Let's just pretend we all get along? Please."

Severus grumbled under her breath, but agreed.

Remus considered her question carefully, and finally nodded.

…

Now, Y/N sat on Severus's desk as he carefully brewed a potion on one of his standing desks.

"Are you happy to be here with your brother again?" He asked as small talk.

She nodded, "Yes. I missed his laugh most dreadfully."

He nodded, throwing another ingredient into the cauldron.

She grabbed a stack of papers on his desk, looking at each one carefully.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"These are second-year essays, yes?"

"Yes."

She nodded, moving now to sit at his desk. She grabbed his quill and ink. "I'll grade these for you while we talk."

He quickly moved towards the desk, "No. I will grade them another time. Don't do my work for me. You do enough."

She looked up at him with a puzzled brow, "Why? You're busy with your potion. I thought it only fair…"

He stepped back in thought, "It would be a nuisance to you. You won't enjoy the content."

She laughed, "No one enjoys reading or writing essays about anything magical. Everyone would rather just see or do it."

"But that's how they learn." He counter argued. 

She shook her head, "No, that's how you teach."

He tilts his head, "And what do you do for Astronomy, darling?"

She smiles, "They draw what they see. The constellations. Then sometimes, I make them come up with new names for each one. When they get older, they get to write stories for them. Come up with their own backstory for how it got in the sky."

He nodded, "But each constellation has its own story already."

"They do. And I tell them those. If people in history can choose what to believe about them, why can't my students? And trust me when I say I haven't had a single student fail the exam for it in four years."

Severus stirred the potion as he listened, "I just don't see how it's helpful, is all."

She shrugs, "As long as they learn, who cares?"

He smiles just barely, "I'll never understand how your little mind works."

She missed the way he almost ruined the potion due to his interest in their conversation.

…

"So, what's in your lesson plans for today, Professor Lupin?" Y/N asked excitedly.

"Well," Remus said, "Today, I figured the third years would get to face a boggart."

She gasped, "You got your hands on a boggart?"

He nodded, "Hagrid helped me, of course."

"How much longer until your class?"

He looked down at his watch, "Hmm, 40 minutes, I'd say."

She smirked, "Still think our fears are what they always were?"

He tilted his head back and forth, "I'd say so. I mean, we're older but… we're still who we used to be. It's worth a try." He smirked.

She practically skipped with excitement toward the bureau in his classroom. "Merlin, you're already better than the last DADA professor, Rem."

He furrowed his brow, "How so?"

"Well," she recalled, "I heard from a Weasley that he opened the cage of 15 Cornish pixies into the second year class. Caused a major disruption. And then… his personality, of course."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know about others, but, he would not let me alone. He asked me out almost every other day. It was so tiring. But then, one day, he just… quit bothering me."

Remus pondered her words, "What would make him quit?"

She shook her head, "I don't really know, Rem."

He huffed, "Well, I gotta know now. Think, dear sister."

Y/N looked up in thought, "It was after Christmas break. But… before the Chamber was opened. It doesn't matter, honestly. I much rather be goofing off before your class starts. C'mon."

Remus smiles and stands in front of the bureau with his wand, "Alright."

She opens the door slowly.

The boggart immediately shifts into the full moon.

Y/N sighs at the sight.

He was still scared of who he was when the full moon appeared.

"I suppose nothing has changed," he stated.

She nods.

She walks in front of her brother to face the boggart next.

It takes its time to shift, making her rethink her decision to do this.

It shifted to something much different.

Severus Snape's dead body.

Her face dropped quickly at the sight and her eyes widened.

She knew it wasn't real. She knew it wasn't real.

Why does it look so fucking real?

Remus looks over her shoulder with a gasp.

And neither of them move for a minute.

Finally, her voice breaks through the silence, "Rem?"

He nods, "Yeah. Yeah. I… I got it."

Remus steps in front of her, waving his wand and whisking the creature back into the bureau.

The door shuts and locks, but the siblings remain just as quiet.

As if spooked, Y/N bolts out of the classroom door.

She runs as quickly as her legs can carry her, almost running into sleepy students multiple times.

She throws the door open.

The door to Severus's classroom.

He stands up from his desk slightly startled by her sudden intrusion.

Her entire body relaxes as she sees him.

"Is everything alright?" He asked suspiciously.

She shakes her head, looking down at her feet in embarrassment. 

Severus nods, walking up to her slowly. "I have twenty minutes before class. Why don't you come sit?"

When she doesn't move at all, he reaches forward and gently grabs her bicep.

At the contact, she suddenly wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly.

He grunted in surprise, but made no move to get away from her.

In fact, he even wrapped his own arms around her. 

"What has got you so worked up?"

She sighs into his chest, "I don't know. Everything just… clicked today."

"It what?"

"It all makes sense."

He leaned back just barely to see her face, "Such as?"

"You told Lockhart to let me alone last year, didn't you?"

He stiffened, "I… may have."

"Thank you."

"Don't. It was nothing."

She nods, pulling away from him, "I'm sorry for all this. I just… had… a moment earlier and… needed to make sure you were alright."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

She shrugs, "It seems that the people I like don't have a great track record of… staying alive, is all."

He tilts his head, "People you 'like'?"

Y/N blushes, "Um. People I enjoy the company of. You know."

"And you enjoy my company?" He asked in a teasing way.

"How could I not?" She finally regains her thoughts, "I should go before your class starts. Granger will be here any minute."

He nods, "Perhaps you may come by later to assist me with grading?"

She smiles, "Only if you let them draw pictures at some point."

Severus sighs, "Alright."

She bits her bottom lip to hold in her laugh. "Alright then. It's a date."

She begins to walk out.

"And Darling?" He asked.

She turned in the doorway to look at him, "Yes?"

"I didn't tell Lockhart to let you alone. I threatened him quite severely."

She tilted her head, "How?"

He shrugged, "Does it matter?"

She shakes her head with a light blush on her cheeks. 

Oh, Remus will eat this up.

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