Professor

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for some sexual content, violence and language. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male)!! …And AU-ness. Ye be warned

Author's Note: yet MORE smutty slash-y greatness. The pairing was StrawberryPunk's (come on, did you expect otherwise?) idea but the story is mine…my own…MY PRECIOUS!! Ahem…apologies for that. Here we go!! Cheers.

PS. – So I got the best idea for this, and it will be ongoing! Yay…prolly 5-7 chapters methinks.

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Remus Lupin sighed. It was lovely to be back at Hogwarts teaching. Absolutely lovely. With Sirius gone it had become woefully dreadfully boring, and he spent far too much time wallowing in his own self-pity.

He sighed as he settled into his new-old office. Remus Lupin, Defense Against the Dark Art Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry… It sounded so much better than Remus Lupin, werewolf.

Yes, it was a good thing, being back. He had a fresh new start and…well after the Ministry a year and a half ago…he sure as hell could use one.

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Harry Potter was home. Back at Hogwarts for his last year of schooling then…then off to vanquish Voldie he supposed, but at least he still had one year left. And he was a seventh year, which meant he would undoubtedly be lording over all the younger students. Hooray!

And even better, Professor Lupin, or Remus, was back! It just made the whole experience fifty times better. He had missed Lupin. The man had taught him more than Patronuses… He had met his parents through that man, and Sirius too (though he had gone to join his parents), and for that Harry would be forever grateful.

He smiled as he made his way up to the common room, Hermione jabbering away about SPEW next to him. He would go visit Remus this evening after curfew. Yes…a nice cup of tea and a visit was just what he needed.

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"Harry!"

"Hello Re-Professor. Had a good summer?" Harry winced at his own question as he pulled the Invisibility Cloak off. Bad question.

"Not bad considering. And yourself?"

"Fine I guess." There was a slightly awkward pause, then Remus opened his arms, and Harry grinned and hugged him.

"It's wonderful to see you again Harry."

"You too Remus. I mean Professor. Sorry."

Remus smirked, a bit of Marauder sparkle in his eye. "Harry, you snuck out to see me, I hardly think formalities matter anymore."

Harry laughed. So he had… "Alright. Fair enough…so…"

"So. Look at you, all grown up Mr. Potter."

Harry smirked. "Oh yeah…I'm downright mature now." He sipped some of the tea Lupin had made for him.

Remus giggled. Something about Harry was different. It was less 'I'm having tea with my murdered best friend's son' and more 'I'm hanging about talking with a good friend'. He liked it. It was almost like what he had had with Sirius, only…less casual intimacy. And, obviously, no shagging.

As the chat progressed, Remus found that once he had thought of shagging and Harry in the same thought train, in the very same compartment of said train, currently on top of him, ravaging the boy's mouth – okay, so he was a bit distracted. He had never even imagined it could be remotely imaginable.

He had been with Sirius for…well ever, and now that…well he had to get out there, didn't he? And so what if he was remotely attracted to Harry. It's not like Harry felt the same, right? Right. And then there was the whole ethics of him being the teacher. So wither way, there was no chance. So it was okay to fantasize. Exactly.

"…eh, Remus? …Remus…are you okay?"

He came back to himself and blinked at Harry, feeling the blush creep up his cheeks. Oh dear… He cleared his throat. "I'm fine. Just drifted off for a second."

Harry looked at him. "You're blushing. …Were you thinking about…about him?" Remus' eyes softened at mention of him. "I mean, you don't have to tell me," Harry added quickly. "But, if you…want to…"

"Sort of. I was thinking how I think Sirius would want me to move on. I've been terribly lonely lately Harry."

"You don't have to be!" said Harry rather fiercely. "I will stay with you." Remus chuckled and Harry smiled.

There was a silence that was neither comfortable nor awkward, and the silence billowed between them. Harry sipped the last of his tea from his seat on the corner of Remus' desk, setting his cup down; he looked at Remus, who tried not to stare back at Harry. It was hard though.

Remus set his own cup aside, and fiddled with the buttons on his cardigan, eyes slanting over at Harry. Then, the next time he opened his eyes, he was kissing Harry, his tongue sliding over the seam of the teen's lips, delighting when they opened. Then he realized he was kissing a student, and pulled back roughly.

Harry looked at him, confused. Remus blushed hard. "Harry I'm so sorry, I…I don't know what came over me."

"We…we…"

Remus sighed, rubbing his eyes. How could he have been so stupid? Back for less than a week and he was going round kissing students. Great.

"Why did you stop?" Harry asked suddenly, breaking into Remus' thoughts.

"Harry, I'm your Professor, it's not right-"

"Says who? I'm an adult, Remus. I don't have a problem. Unless…unless you do."

"It's not like that." Remus stood up, he had to move, Harry was tempting as sin. Fucking Merlin…

Harry stood up as well, pulling his Professor and friend toward him, pressing their bodies flush, and capturing Remus' lips. Remus' resistances lasted all of half a second, and then he was caught up in kissing the boy. He ran his hands through the messy hair, tugging him closer by the collar, while Harry's hands slid up underneath his shirt.

Soon they were both panting for oxygen, and Remus moved his lips down the youth's neck, biting, licking and kissing ravenously, making Harry gasp and moan.

He pulled Harry's trousers and underwear down swiftly, pulling away to stare at the lithe body of his lover, making Harry blush hard. Remus smirked and caressed the long hard length of phallus. The boy's breathing hitched and his eyes fluttered shut. "Look at me." He struggled to lift his heavy lids again. Remus felt his own arousal sharpen, his cock throbbing.

"Remus…" Harry whispered hoarsely, eyes hazy and clouded with lust and desire. Remus pressed his body against the boy's.

"What do you want Harry?"

"Oh…I want you. I need you."

Remus stroked his cock gently, kissing a dangerous trail down the Chosen One's neck to his shoulder. His tongue swirled over a nipple, and kept moving down, and Harry gulped, knowing what was undoubtedly coming.

His professor kissed the length of his manhood almost reverently, eyes flicking up to meet Harry's gaze as he took the velvety head into his mouth, sucking on it, making Harry gasp and pull in his stomach.

"Ohh…oh fuck," he moaned. He bucked forward and Remus let Harry slide his cock deep into his mouth, the tip brushing the back of his throat. "Remus…oh my God…Remus, I'm…I'm going to…ah!"

Remus pulled back at the last possible second, denying Harry his release, making him shiver with pent up need. "No, no Harry," he murmured hotly into his ear. He licked the lobe, nipping at it. "The first time I come in you, I'm going to be balls deep in your ass."

Harry moaned as his cock throbbed delectably.

Remus would have preferred to take Harry from the front, head on as it were, but as he didn't wish to make it uncomfortable, he turned Harry to bend him over his desk. He finally freed his own raging hard on, the sensation of his hot cock in the cooler air making him shiver. Mmm…yes.

He muttered a spell, and then Harry felt cool, lubricated fingers pressing into his. He tensed, and Remus paused. "Try to relax Harry…" Harry tried, and apparently it was sufficient enough, as Remus slid two fingers into the squirming boy. He stretched and scissored them, dragging them over Harry's prostate. Harry moaned.

The next thing Harry knew, something altogether much longer and harder and thicker than fingers pressed to his anus, and before he could open his mouth to protest, Remus slid his cock in to the hilt. Harry went rigid, then relaxed, moaning as the prick pressed into his prostate. Fuck that felt good…

Remus chuckled, fighting his own impending sense of discovery. Harry was tight and hot, and his cock was compressed so fully, he thought for a moment he might just lose it then and there. He pulled out, gasping in time with Harry, then shoved himself back in. Harry felt his legs turn to jelly as Remus pounded in and out of his ass, making him whimper and groan with the pleasure of it all.

And then, from nowhere, Harry was hit by the most exquisite and complete orgasm he had ever experience. His stomach pulled in sharply, semen erupting forcefully from his cock, his arse clenching delightfully around Remus' cock. Remus lost it then, and felt himself pulled down with Harry into the soupy, heavy, intoxicating heights of pleasure.

Remus withdrew and fell into his desk chair, legs trembling, as Harry held onto the desk, panting and limp. When their heart rates came back to normal, and their wits returned to them, they hurriedly pulled on their clothes. Remus magicked the door locked, and pulled Harry onto his lap.

"That was…" Remus began, but Harry put a finger over his lips.

"I know." He curled up, wrapping his arms around Lupin's neck.

Lupin fought to find the right words. "Harry, I'm still your teacher…"

"I know," Harry sighed. He sat up. "But I want to be with you."

Remus sighed. "I know." He was too tired and contented to argue now. He glanced at the clock. "You had better go before curfew."

Harry nodded and stood, and Remus walked him to the door. Just before he opened it, Harry pulled Remus to him again, kissing him with nearly bruising force. Remus kissed back, rumpling the already rumpled mess of hair, until Harry slid out from under him. "Night Remus."

Lupin looked after Harry, then down at his semi-erect cock, and back to Harry again. Damn.

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Harry strolled into the common room, looking devilishly shagged, and Ginny Weasley looked away. She wouldn't cry, she wouldn't cry. She would not cry. She hazarded another peek at him as he headed up to bed. He'd definitely just been with someone just now.

She sighed. She wouldn't cry… No… Ginny Weasley would get even.

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Author's Note: AHH!! It's 4:20. Must go do some…stuff… Hope you liked!