Authors Note: Hi guys! Just thought I do a little rewriting. I wasn't entirely happy with the how the first three parts came out, so here they are again.
I'm currently working hard on the next one, so i'm hoping to post part two up here soon.
I'm hoping it will be even more fun, trying to come up with these situations, and if all else fails, at least Lupin will still be in the story.
*sighs*
Anyhow, let me know what you think for it. Or if you got some ideas on what might happen between the both of them.
any suggestions are more than welcome!
Now without further delays, lets find out what happens when a potty mouth student and a werewolf in heat get stuck outdoor.
Hot & Bothered
Out Camping?!
*Ouch!* *Oef* *Argg* *F*cking H*ll*
I found myself stumbling along a dark campsite, trying to find my way, without landing on my face, every two seconds.
Which by the way, is hard enough during the daytime, let alone at night.
To make things even trickier, I'm not exactly Miss Graceful either.
Take those two things together, and you've got a recipe for disaster.
"Now where was it again?" I whispered to no one in particular.
I scanned the campsite, hoping to trigger some kind of memory. A lone rock, a pair of shoes, an empty candy wrapper.
Anything that might help me remind, which tent belonged to me. But all those stupid tents looked the same.
So how in Merlin's name was I ever going to find mine.
*Sigh*
When I went for a walk earlier, I did remember to watch my surroundings as I left.
The tent my friend Kirsten and I shared, stood close to a tree. With two tents on either side of it.
Turns out there are trees and tents everywhere.
So much for that plan…
Bloody brilliant right?
So it turned out, my problem was even larger then I at first assumed it could be.
Troublesome, I know.
Oh the joy of being outdoors, especially with a group of young wizards.
Whose bright idea was it to take a couple of teens out into nature?
Whoever had come up with the idea, should be shot!
I was trying to see where I was going but sadly I overlooked another guy line, and I ended up tripping and falling over it.
*Ouch!*
The ground seemed to be getting harder by the second and I was rapidly getting sick of it!
I kept muttering cuss words under my breath, sinking deeper in self-pity as time progressed,
when suddenly a deep familiar voice came from somewhere behind me.
"And where do you think you're going miss Farris?"
I nearly felt like jumping out of my skin, when the silence was suddenly broken.
Honestly why hadn't I noticed I wasn't alone. How long he had been there, listening, watching me stagger along? I wondered.
Footsteps rapidly came closer, sounding far more secure of themselves than I did. I couldn't help be feel slightly jealous.
Long before I even thought of the possibility of running away, a flashlight was blinding me.
'Oh Merlin! Anyone but him!' I thought.
Why did he have to be on guard duty tonight, of all people.
Why couldn't it be Snape!
The odds were not exactly stacked in my favour.
All this and more went through my brain in that moment, as I took a deep breath, before turning around to face him.
"Get that light out of my face! I'm already lost, so blinding me further doesn't help a bit!" I snapped.
I kept my voice as low as I could while giving this man a piece of my mind.
Honestly, I didn't care anymore that he was my teacher, and there for I should have been polite.
I had been crabby before, because I could not find my tent.
Now I was down right livid.
What can I say, Professor Lupin just had that effect on me.
That, and it didn't exactly help that whenever we were alone he was completely someone else.
You don't know what I'm talking about?
Well, you will after this is over.
"So tell me, who was the lucky boy you went to visit?" he asked, totaly catching me by surpise.
'Say What?!'
That was exactly what I was talking about earlier, what teacher would ask such a thing?
Was this guy serious! My mouth fell open at his stupid comment.
"Or were you coming to see me"
I could literally feel a frown starting to spead on my face.
"Don't flatter yourself! Old guys don't exactly get me hot and bothered!"
I was sure he was smirking at me now.
Why was I even taking his bait. All he wanted to do was ruffle my feathers, even though I had no idea why.
I should just stay quiet and ignore him, but I just wasn't that kind of girl.
"Miss Farres, you've truly hurt my feelings now, what ever shall I do with you?" He wondered outloud.
He took a step back, and crossed his arms, clearly scrutinizing me.
I couldn't help myself and stomped my foot against the ground.
"Will you be serious for once. What's the matter with you. I don't remember what my tent is ok! I'm tired! I'm Moody. And you're acting like it's no big deal!" My voice was rising with each passing second, and I would have been screaming, if he had not stepped forward and placed his hand over my mouth, silencing me.
OMG This was just too much!
He was laughing now, I knew he was, even though I couldn't see his facial expressions.
Enjoying the tortore he put me through.
I just knew it!
"How come you don't know what your tent looks like?"
The sarcasm hung in the air, as the light left my face and trailed across the campsite, revealing a dozen of the same looking tents.
"They all look identical" I snapped.
Was this guy for real? He just had to be kidding me! His lame comment caused me to roll my eyes, though I'm not sure if he'd noticed it.
"No shit Sherlock" I muttered under my breath, guessing that he wouldn't hear what I said,
but apparently he had for he chuckled slightly.
"Remus" He corrected me, catching me of guard.
He must have better eyes then me, for I believe he saw my confusion, cause he spoke again.
"My name is Remus"
Was a teacher just telling me to call him by his real name? No way, he was just being informative.
He was just commenting that his name wasn't Sherlock, but Remus, that's all.
I shouldn't read too much into things. Me and my stupid imagination!
"Do I look like I care" I countered.
"Honestly Miss Farres, I don't know what crawled up your knickers"
I wasn't even surprised by this.
By now I figured he was capable of saying just anything.
"You did"
"I wish"he muttered, but I wasn't sure if I had not imagined it at all.
Eitherway the thought alone of him saying something like that to me caused my mouth to crash to the floor.
"Come again?" Was this guy for real? He was joking right?!
But then why did I feel something stir just below my navel.
If this continued it might slowly become an even bigger problem…
"I said, enough staring Miss Farres, come on you, let's get you back to the tent"
To be Continued...
