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“ewwwwwwwwwwww yuck!” if there was one particular way I despised being woken up by, it was by other people screaming which was unfortunately how I found myself stumbling through half closed eyes down the Gryffindor girls’ dorm and down into the common room with barely a hoodie to cover my modesty. I loved most people in the Gryffindor house endlessly – note most, not all – but even I had my limits when it came to loud screams of disgust before ten in the morning. Especially on the weekend. After all who had nothing better than to wake up the whole house on a Saturday morning before ten am. That didn’t even allow for a lie in!? sociopath.
Nonetheless, I attempted to hide my irritation as I entered the main Gryffindor common room, no more awake than I had been at the sound of the scream from my bed, but as a prefect and one of the supposed ‘parents’ of the house, I knew if I didn’t show up to check on whatever was happening that someone would bang down my door and demand I do it. Better to just rip the band aid off and be able to go back to sleep. I was still rubbing sleep out of my eyes as I finally made it through the gathered crowd around one of the sofas who had emerged at the sound of a disgusted third year girl’s shriek. Merlin, did bad stuff in the common room always have to happen on one of the only days us sixth years were actually able to have a lie in? the crowd begun to disperse as other members of the older students told them to shut up and go back to bed, which was where I was wishing I was.
Godric, I should’ve known better than to get out of bed and just have faked some sort of illness and stayed in bed, I could’ve snuggled deeper into my duvet with Yeti my adorable white British shorthair and left it for someone else to deal with but instead I had gotten up. This whole ordeal was made worse by the fact I had left my glasses in the dorm and so not only was I half asleep and bleary eyed, I also didn’t have my glasses to improve my vision to any extent and while I could see without them, it A. gave me a horrendous headache and B. wasn’t worth the hassle to not see properly.
Though perhaps that latter point was a good one as I finally got a good look at what the younger students had been staring at and what had been bothering the third year girl so much. Splattered across the usually cosy red sofa was instead small bursts of a creamy white substance – and I was actually thankful I didn’t have my glasses on so wasn’t getting any gross details. “oh lovely,” my dormmate, Lyn remarked dryly at the sight as I whirled round to face the common room and see who was still gathered around. Much to my surprise the Marauders had pulled themselves out of bed and were stood with lazy smirks cracking jokes among themselves as they enjoyed the drama that I wished hadn’t happened.
It was the lazy smirks that irritated me further and despite the lack of attire that was never wise to be seen around the Marauders, I stalked up to them and without so much as batting an eyelid, smacked both hands around the two biggest trouble makers’ heads in a firm slap. James Potter and Sirius Black. The usual troublemakers with an overinflated ego and almost always the culprits – and even if they weren’t (highly unlikely) they were always the prime suspect. If in doubt, blame the marauders. The pair let out a unison whine that could’ve rivalled a cat at watching its’ prey escape and they both shot me an indignant glare. “what was that for?” still in unison they complained, Godric were they long lost twins separated at birth? That would make the hooking-up friendship group rumours about them incredibly awkward…
Pushing that particular thought out of my mind, I turned my attention back to them, angry prefect face firmly in place and even more irritated at having been disturbed. “allow me to enlighten you, as you are perhaps aware considering you are awake at this ungodly hour, a younger student found a creamy white substance splattered across one of the common room sofas, now considering that all seventh years are currently having aneurisms over their NEWTs, all fifth years are also having breakdowns and the younger years are yet to discover what ‘sex’ is, that allows anyone with more than two brain cells – which I appreciate may a struggle for you, being limited to one each – that there is a very narrow field of people who could’ve done this. Therefore, the finger points itself towards you, and to be completely frank, you are the only group dumb enough, and arrogant enough to jerk off in the common room, so you can clean it up.”
I folded my arms over my chest having given a far more eloquent explanation than I had felt like but ‘you having a wank in the common room is a problem’ didn’t quite have the same ring to it. “how do you know it’s cum?” Sirius asked through his usual arrogant smirk not even attempting a toothy smile and innocence that we all knew he didn’t have, “do enlighten me Black, what other substance is white and creamy and would’ve found its way onto the sofa overnight? Because I can assure you if it isn’t ‘cum’ then it is going to be something far worse, isn’t it?” I challenged, wishing more and more by the second I hadn’t bothered getting out of bed. What was worse than being chucked out of your cosy bed on a Saturday morning to deal with this?
Having to explain to Sirius Black, James Potter and cronies – though I wouldn’t have considered Remus or Peter particular cronies to these two – that the finger of blame was quite obviously on them, and that if the white creamy stuff wasn’t from them then it was far worse. Now that really did top off my weekend and it wasn’t even midday yet. Dear merlin was it too early for a fire whiskey?
“I'm insulted you think so low of us to think we would jerk off in the common room,” James broke in before Sirius could reply, “your track record proceeds you,” I muttered under my breath with increasing agitation, this had already taken long enough why was I still stood having such a pointless conversation with someone who obviously was enjoying being a pain in my ass? Pun not intended. “and as to your question y/l/n,” Sirius added quickly, “it could’ve been mommy milk,” dear godric. I didn’t think it was possible for this whole conversation to get worse but it just did. My eyes couldn’t roll back much further in my head at this point, this was so obviously their doing, why couldn’t they just admit it, shut up and clean it like anyone else would’ve done by now? never mind, because they were marauders of course. Godric.
“I don’t even want to know who you think is pregnant, just clean it up,” I stated irritably, pulling the hood up on my hoodie and stomped back up to my dorm where my dormmates had re-joined their beds and except for Yeti having spread herself across the end of the bed, mine looked incredibly empty. I was going to change that right now, I thought to myself as I nudged Yeti onto one side of the bed, tugged off my hoodie and buried my head beneath the pillow with thoughts of the nearest holiday on my mind. Only another six weeks of Hogwarts before I could go home. Dear merlin make it end.
…
Several weeks had gone by and apart from creamygate nothing else untoward had happened, which could only mean one thing. The Marauders were plotting, I wouldn’t enjoy whatever it was and it likely would make my life very difficult. A sense of impending doom settled in my stomach after a dinner I hadn’t wanted, and I had carefully snuck out of the Gryffindor common room under the ruse of prefect rounds I didn’t have. I hadn’t dressed up for the encounter, opting for a pair of leggings and a skimpy top only slightly covered by an oversized knitted cardigan. My hair was once again in a messy top knot style that I had become fond of in recent weeks, and aside from my wand, I was carrying very little, sliding across the once again overly polished marble floor I made my way up towards a sneaky hidden spot known for being a favourite among prefects to sneak off on their nights off and have some much-needed distraction – and attention.
Having arrived at the location, I tugged my hair out of the bun and let the natural waves tussle down my back while I waited for my companion. A few moments later, footsteps echoed down the otherwise empty corridor, and I came face to face with my favourite person to waste time with, “well hello stranger,” I murmured teasingly as he walked closer, his Hufflepuff prefect badge caught in the low moonlight that shone through a window frame – the window having been broken many years ago. “it’s been a while gorgeous,” he murmured as he came closer until he was stood directly in front of me.
“I agree my love, far too long,” he smirked, wasting no more time as his lips crashed against mine until my back was up against the cold stone of the wall but I couldn’t have cared less, this was what I needed and had been craving, a distraction, something to shut my brain off. I shoved his Hufflepuff robes off his shoulders as he lifted me to have my legs wrapped around his waist while my thoughts silenced. Perfect. I couldn’t have said how long it was but the irritatingly amused or perhaps awkward cough that broke our attention on each other was particularly unwelcome. Preparing for some form of lecture, we turned simultaneously to face a prefect who had intruded on our alone time and had his arms folded over his chest in a disappointed dad stance. Wonderful, this lecture was going to be worse than a professor.
“Lupin,” my companion greeted as he slowly set me down on my feet, shrinking me from equal to his height to barely above his shoulder, “it’s a lovely night for a walk isn’t it,” my companion continued as I rolled my eyes out of his vision, Aaron Ludwig was a lovely guy at heart, and incredibly handsome which of course went a long way but the whole cocky thing he had going on was irritating af. “yes very lovely, now how about you go back to your common room,” Lupin replied the hint of awkwardness gone as he now looked plain bored, two contesting male egos dear merlin I really couldn’t catch a break. As if creamygate had settled down just to let this take its place. On second thought, I’d rather have the creamy stuff back. “you know I don’t think I will, I was otherwise engaged before you came along,” Aaron drawled in his usual state of contempt, if he wasn’t such a good kisser I’d never have gone along with half of his wise cracks that could rival Sirius Black.
“let’s put it this way, you can go back to your common room and I can accompany your companion here back to her common room or I can hex you and send you straight to the headmaster’s door,” the threat slipped off Lupin’s lips with ease, like second nature that I would have never have expected from him but it did the trick as with a (somewhat) apologetic smile and a wink that screamed ‘we will continue later’ Aaron disappeared off in the direction of the Hufflepuff common room. Once he was well out of earshot, Lupin turned towards me, his disappointed dad face not having budged an inch, “Ludwig? Really? Come on y/l/n you can do so much better,” I shrugged nonchalantly, “I was bored, needed a new toy to keep me entertained,” I replied breezily, skipping over almost every intricacy of the situation. His eyebrow rose silent but he didn’t press as I turned in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, “where exactly are you going?” Lupin called, “to the common room like you said,” I replied like it was obvious, “we don’t have to go back just yet,” he replied walking to my side, as I shot him a look and stated flatly, “wouldn’t want to come across your rounds partner tonight thanks,” I’d heard it was the witty and well-loved Ravenclaw Anna.
I couldn’t stand her, but I could see why any male prefect with two brain cells would leap at the chance to do rounds with her. “please I got rid of her almost as soon as they started, now are you going to tell me why you need a toy to entertain you?” he asked quoting my explanation back to me, “nope,” I replied popping the ‘p’ despite my surprise at him asking. “so what are you going to do now I’ve broken up your little play session?” he asked, it was such an innocent question but I didn’t miss the undertone of amusement that wasn’t entirely humour, “look pity me if you want to, but don’t act like you care about why I’d need to get involved with someone like Ludwig, I know he’s an ass trust me I'm well aware but humans have a knack for choosing precisely what is worst for them.”
I finished with a sigh wishing I had something to play with in my hands for the moment to keep my concentration somewhere else, it wasn’t like we had left the corridor, so I had nowhere else to look really and I refused to look down. You’d only catch me looking down to admire my shoes. I mean, I was a Gryffindor after all. Stubborn was inherently embedded in us. “I wasn’t pitying you actually,” Lupin began, “in fact I was going to make you a bargain,” I scoff quietly, if there was one thing I had learnt from being in the same cohort as the Marauders, it was never make a deal, bargain, pact or anything else with them. You were destined to lose. And if you thought otherwise, well you were about to lose big time. Big time.
“consider me intrigued, what could you offer me? In case you hadn’t noticed, my life is pretty much done for me I don’t exactly have many options,” that was far more than I had meant to let slip but maybe that was the joy of the late hours – secrets didn’t feel so huge and all consuming when you couldn’t necessarily see the people or hears the voices that would whisper about them. “well my little cherub, I was going to offer you a continuation of your earlier play session,” he stepped towards me, running the tip of his finger across my exposed collarbone, up my neck, and then brushed the pad of his thumb over my lips,
“except I can guarantee I'm a far better kisser than the walking garbage bag you were making off with earlier,” he had a point to be fair, Ludwig was a good kisser but nothing I hadn’t experienced with other guys, but it was always done to pick someone to entertain you who knew what they were doing and didn’t need teaching. “prove it Lupin, I hear a lot of talk from your group of friends but I'm not seeing much evidence,” I murmured in my sultry little provoking voice that I saved for when I wanted a response. And a response I got.
It took little more than a few mere seconds for Remus’ lips to collide with mine as I hurriedly pushed his Gryffindor robes down and off his shoulders, dropping them onto the floor as he pressed me further into the cold stone wall behind us, his hands roaming every inch of bare skin he could reach. He was quite literally taking my breath away and if this was what kissing Remus Lupin, a Marauder was like, then this marauder was about to be claimed as mine. He was certainly far better than Ludwig – and probably also any other guy I had fooled around with in the past. While I had been caught up in my mind, his mouth had moved down to my neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin and then down further to my collarbones, “Lupin,” I moaned quietly, barely registering that it was my voice never mind that I had allowed Remus Lupin of all people to be aware he was getting me worked up more than Ludwig could ever have dreamt of. Dear godric.
“feels good right?” I could hear the smirk on his lips as he pressed kisses back to my neck and up to my face once more, his strong hands still resting on the bare skin of my waist from where my cardigan had fallen off to join his robe on the floor, and where my crop top had risen up to expose most of my abdomen. “so good, would never have guessed you were this experienced,” I mumbled pressing my lips firmly to his neck, unbothered as to whether I left a mark or not. If I had wanted to continue with Ludwig before, then I was now more than desperate to all but jump Lupin’s bones and see just what the quiet shy boy of the marauders had been hiding all this time. “easy tiger, I don’t want too many marks,” he groaned between breathless moans and gasps for air, “too bad,” I murmured, a smirk of my own having spread across my lips as I finalised one more mark on his neck and scooped up my cardigan. “come on Lupin, we better get going before Potter and Black manage to blow up the common room on their own,” he shook his head as if to refocus before grabbing his own robe off the floor and beginning to follow me down the corridor as I straightened out my own clothes back into their original position.
I entered the common room before Lupin, giving enough of a gap not to arise suspicion, though I suspected the soon to appear mark on my neck may give the game away some what. Nonetheless I went in search of my dormmates and found them gathered around a coffee table in the far corner with a scrap of parchment that they were scribbling on, reading back, and then scribbling on once more. “what you doingggggggg?” I teased as I dropped into a seat beside Lyn who went to hide the scrap of parchment before realising it was me, “y/n/n! you gave us such a scare! If you’d been someone else we would’ve been up shit street!” the other two – Alyssa and Laurie nodded in nervous agreement, “so what exactly are you doing that no one else can see?” my eyebrow rose in interest as I wondered what the three of them could possibly have gotten themselves into while I had been entertaining myself for a while. “well,” Laurie began, talking over Lyn and ignoring the glare she received for doing so,
“there’s this muggle thing, it’s like some sort of muggle song that is super popular and we thought it’d be funny to apply it to the marauders,” dear merlin, when was the universe going to give me a break? Was creamygate not bad enough? Then again maybe the song lyrics weren’t that bad… “so anyway the lyrics are ‘I party like a rockstar, I look like a movie star, I play like an all-star, I fck like a porn star’” nope the lyrics were definitely bad. My deadpan thoughts must have crossed into my facial expression as the three cackled, “righttttttttt,” did I even dare ask who they had assigned to each lyric? “so we’ve started assigning, but we can’t decide, so you can help us figure out the last ones,” Alyssa added, not to be outdone by the other two talking. I took a slow deep breath and cast my eyes across the common room to where the marauders had been joined by Lupin, our eyes met but neither of us did anything before looking away and I turned my attention back to the very scribbled over list on the parchment that was back on the table.
“right so far, Potter for party like a rockstar, black for the movie star one, Pettigrew for athlete – Lyn says he doesn’t fit that one but he literally doesn’t fit any of them when you think about it – and then Lupin for porn star even though he looks like he’s never touched a woman before,” it was a wonderful thing that I had a strong poker face, because if I didn’t, in that moment I would have been tomato red and ready to blab exactly what had happened. And that was definitely not happening. Not tonight anyway. After several hours of deliberation and my purposeful sidestepping of anything to do with Lupin having the skill of porn star, we finally went up to the dorm much to my relief. As the common room had been emptying out to the point where the marauders and us could hear soundbites of each other’s conversation, and when this was the topic of discussion – well you could see why I didn’t want to be in the common room for too long.
It had taken a while to finally get our dorm to a stage where everyone was ready for bed, and actually ready as opposed to just passed out on top of the crumpled covers. You really could tell that I was the mother of the group at times like this, no wonder the younger students considered me one of the parents of the house… Having managed to persuade all of them to actually get into bed properly, and having only just changed into my oldest pj shorts and hoodie when Lyn decided to announce in a panicked scream that had me wincing, “we left the parchment with the song lyric and marauder thing downstairs on the table!”
this naturally sent the rest of the room into a frenzy, and having spent far too long trying to get them all to bed in the first place considering the fact I knew they were all surviving on caffeine and sugar, I let out an internal groan and begrudgingly slipped on my sliders, “I’ll go get it, you all just sleep,” I stated and before any of them had a chance to disagree, was out of the door and heading in the direction of the common room once more. It really had exceeded past just being one of those days or weeks, we were now on a month that was clearly not for me. I sighed to myself, planning to make this as quick as possible but as I approached the table we had been sat at, where the scrap of parchment was supposed to be I encountered a problem of sorts. Remus Lupin. The parchment was in his hand and his brow was furrowed as his eyes swept across the messy handwriting and equally messy list. Bollocks.
I edged closer, relieved to see that the rest of the Marauders were on the other side of the room completely unaware about what Lupin was reading and what I was about to have to disrupt for the sake of my pride if nothing else. “ehem, I believe that belongs to my dorm,” I stated, steeling my shoulders in a braver stance than I felt, the amusement was evident in Lupin’s eyes the second he turned to look at me, “somehow that doesn’t surprise me whatsoever,” I shrugged nonchalantly, it wasn’t like I could entirely disagree with him when the proof was quite literally in his hands. “soooo can I have it back?” I asked quietly after a pause that went on just long enough to be awkward, “hmm I'm not so sure,” he murmured, stepping closer to me as I cast a quick look to the opposite side of the common room where the Marauders were still blissfully ignorant to what was happening under their noses.
“you see I would give it back to you, but I'm not sure I can having read the list,” I groaned internally, I should’ve sent Lyn to fetch the stupid piece of paper, this was taking too many brain cells and all I wanted was to be in bed snuggled up with Yeti. Dear merlin, why did I keep letting myself get caught into these situations? I really never did learn. “oh shut up and give me the list,” I muttered impatiently making a dive for the piece of parchment, “ah ah ah, come on sweetheart, you know better than that,” the teasing in his eyes would’ve been attractive in that moment if we hadn’t been in the common room, Lyn wouldn’t kill me if I didn’t get my hands on that piece of parchment and we hadn’t already had a moment in one of the many abandoned corridors. “just give me the stupid piece of parchment,” I repeated as he swapped which hand was holding it and used the now empty hand to catch my waist as I attempted another dive for the piece of parchment. Magic was all well and good but it really wasn’t going to be of any benefit in this situation.
With his hand on my waist once more, he leant down slowly so that his mouth was beside my ear, he gently nipped at the outer shell before whispering lowly, “if you wanted to know if I do fck like a porn star, all you had to do was ask,” he released his hand on my waist and slipped the wretched parchment into my hand just in time to straighten up as the other Marauders turned around and began walking in our direction. Joy. “well now that’s settled, time for my bed,” I made my escape at rapid speed, diving across the common room and practically doing parkcore to get over the sofas and up the stairs to the dorm without further interruption. Miraculously, my dormmates were already passed out asleep and instead of having to answer awkward questions, I could dump the piece of parchment on the notice board and crawl into bed, where Yeti had already settled herself on my pillow. Lucky sod.
…
Several weeks had passed since the encounter with Lupin, both the making out in a corridor and the having to fetch a stupid piece of parchment that I would burn at the first opportunity. As predicted, the peace and quiet from the Marauders that had been particularly disconcerting had resulted in a school wide slime prank that had left no one safe, and no doorway worth walking through. True to my introvert and indeed self preserving state, I had stuck to the dorm as much as possible, knowing even the Marauders weren’t dumb enough to risk coming into our space unless Lily Evans was in a particularly good mood. Which seemed rare with the stress of upcoming exam results. In an attempt to blow off some steam – and get absolutely hammered, wasted, black out drunk – it had been agreed that there would be a series of common room parties. The first naturally beginning in the Gryffindor common room.
As a prefect I probably should’ve been more adamant about the party not happening, but my own stress around exam results had built up so significantly that I didn’t care anymore – and it wasn’t like I had Ludwig to waste time with anymore or get my mind off something, considering he now wouldn’t come within a six mile radius of me as he seemed to be under the impression that the Marauders were some sort of protection squad for me. While there had been several small encounters with Remus, on rounds where we were paired together and times where we made use of the private corners of the common room and library, it wasn’t like it had gone any further than that, and there was only so much a girl could sleep for before she started losing her mind. And so with all that in mind, I tactfully turned a blind eye to the preparations for the party and the arrival of crates of fire whiskey from an unknown source. I couldn’t confess to care who the source was – as long as I got my fair share of glasses of the stuff we would be just fine.
My dormmates, true to their excitable always happy natures, were thrilled at the news of a common room party to destress before exam results came out and had made the most of the opportunity, dressing up, styling hair and makeup and generally putting in far more effort than I could be bothered to do. And with them having realised I wasn’t about to put in too much effort, they took over, practically kicking Yeti across the room to do my hair and makeup while I sat reading a magazine on my bed, before pushing me towards the bathroom – where Yeti had taken up residence for her own safety, and tossed a skimpy black dress at me that I willingly put on. It was easier to go along with what they were saying and insisting on then try and fight it and have to do it the hard way. so with the common room somehow renovated in the space of a few hours, a supply of alcohol that would last Hogsmeade a year but a common room party a few hours, and a cohort of students who had shown up in their best outfits, it was time for the party to start.
As a Gryffindor prefect in particular, Lupin and I had volunteered to take rounds for the night of the common room, so with my school robes hiding my practically non existent dress underneath, we patrolled the school as fast as possible, hushing students on their way to the common room party as we went in an attempt to stop any member of staff from disturbing the party. “haven’t seen you in a while,” Lupin murmured as we walked down a corridor near to the Ravenclaw tower, I had given up with the heels my dormmates had insisted I wear and was instead carrying them in one hand, while attempting to keep my robe closed to not let on about just how little clothing I had on beneath. “mhmm,” I murmured non-committedly, the memories of the last time we had met up still very very vivid in my mind.
How his expert hands had traced the curves of my body while in a classroom, how his mouth had teased gently as he nibbled into my neck and left a trail of marks that I had blamed on the Scottish midges to avoid explaining just why the marks would not fade. “we should definitely catch up,” he added, emphasising ‘definitely’ with a sly smug smirk that had me taking a slow breath. Which was naturally the very moment we were interrupted by the wonderful Ravenclaw prefect Anna.
“Remmie!!! You came to meet me, oh you are such a sweetheart!!” I ignored the urge to make a sarcastic comment and held down the bile instead, managing an incredibly fake and forced smile which was ignored as Anna instead began running her hands over every inch of Lupin; who despite wearing his uniform still, had relaxed it further than usual, many of his shirt buttons undone, the tie done away with, and his trousers sitting low on his hips – if he stretched and his shirt rose up you would get the perfect view of his v-line. “let’s go and get this party started! I have so many plans for us,” Anna enthused as I shot Lupin a raised eyebrow look before shaking my head. I had never liked Anna, but it was more than that. There was an increasing feeling of unease in my lungs and heart, like there wasn’t enough air out there, and even if there was, I couldn’t get enough into my lungs.
Was this what it meant to be jealous or possessive? Books always talked about men having the ‘don’t touch her’ energy, but I was feeling that incredibly strongly about Lupin and my dislike of Anna was only strengthening with every passing minute. “actually Anna, can I call you Anna?” I didn’t stop long enough to give her time to answer, “Lupin and I were just finishing our rounds, after all we don’t want the head boy thinking we are incapable, so we will have to meet you down at the party,” I offered my best fake smile and a dark glare that screamed ‘if you want to keep your hands, then get them off him’ before walking in the opposite direction of Anna, knowing Lupin was behind me from the sound of his footsteps on the stone floor. We had barely made it down two corridors away from Anna before Lupin had caught up to me, and had a wide smirk set in place on his face, “feeling jealous were we y/l/n?” he asked, his smirk widening when I managed an overly forced splutter, “jealous Lupin? I don’t get jealous,” he nodded slowly clearly unconvinced. I really was a shit liar. “sure you don’t, that’s why you were giving Anna death glares,” I shrugged, attempting to walk away from his intense eyes that were clearly trying to read my own eyes to reveal the secret of just how much Lupin was beginning to mean to me even if it had only been a series of random make out sessions that had done it.
“so you don’t care if I get with Anna?” he asked innocently as I faked vomiting, “I haven’t had enough fire whiskey to answer that question politely,” I muttered flatly, still carrying my heels as we finally concluded our last checkpoint and began to walk back in the direction of the Gryffindor common room and of course the party. “what about someone else?” he asked, the teasing and amusement evident in his voice while I reminded myself silently to take slow deep breaths and not rise to the very obvious bait. “Lupin, stop trying to test me for a reaction, it's annoying,” I muttered under my breath, the music emitting from the Gryffindor common room getting louder with every step we took, “I only want you to admit that you want me to yourself,” he stated seriously as he stepped in front of me, and looked dead into my eyes.
“why do you want that so badly Lupin?” I asked confused, no one in the history of Hogwarts had ever cared that much about love confessions or labels for their various relations, “because I want to know the affect I have on you,” I tilted my head to the side, not entirely convinced that was the reason, “you do have an effect,” I murmured as seductively as I could, “but I'm yet to see you prove your whole ‘I could fck like a porn star’ proof is in the pudding after all Lupin,” his smirk widened even further, “oh I can and will show you, don’t you worry about that.” The air felt so electric with tension that I was almost certain we were going to need a lightning bolt to separate us and blow apart the need and desire that was hanging above us. For a moment neither of us said anything before he gestured for my heels and took them out of my hand helping me slip into them, before announcing the password to the portrait and gestured for me to enter the common room with him behind me…
It was about to be a very interesting night that much was for sure…