So What?

"Professor Lupin?"

Remus looked up from the papers spread on his desk. "Yes?" he asked, looking the student. It was a Slytherin from the class he had just dismissed. "Do you have a question?"

"Yes, um… When Professor Snape taught us about werewolves-"

Remus flinched at the word, but quickly covered it.

Blaise tilted his head and continued, apparently not noticing it. "-he didn't talk much about what it was like for the werewolf when the change took place."

Remus smiled at the student, warming a little. Even if it was only objective curiosity, he was wondering about the werewolf's side, not just what could happen to him. "Well, Mr.…." He blinked, realizing he could not remember the student's name. He knew who he was- he was a Slytherin third year, who sat in the back corner. He rarely spoke and never caused trouble. But Remus could not remember his name.

"Blaise Zabini," he filled in without missing a beat.

"Zabini?" Remus sounded shocked.

The boy nodded. Remus had no idea how he had missed it on his role sheet… "I knew your father," he said in way of explanation. He remembered Giovanni Zabini quite well in fact. He blushed a little. The man had been a third year when he was a seventh year and was infamous for his… rather promiscuous ways. He had kissed Remus once… It was a memory that had stayed with him. Looking at Blaise, Remus could see the resemblance. He had long straight black hair instead of his father's curly brown locks, and was significantly darker skinned as well as a little taller, but he had the same golden eyes and soft mouth, and the rest of his facial features were definitely his father's. Not to mention he had the same lanky frame.

Blaise nodded. "You were a few years behind him, right?"

"Ahead, actually."

"Really? You don't look that old."

Remus chuckled. "Nice of you to say," he said self-depreciatingly.

"I meant it." Blaise just said it. He did not turn large eyes to Remus or do anything else to show that he meant it. In fact, he didn't look like he cared whether Remus believed him or not. He just said it. Remus wasn't sure whether that meant Zabini meant it or didn't mean it in the least.

"Right," Remus mumbled. "Anyways, I only know what I've read… But the change is painful. When the werewolf is in wolf form, they are reduced to their most basic instincts."

"Eat, drink, sleep, and reproduce?"

Remus blushed, a little surprised. "Mostly the first one…"

"Mostly?"

"Sleep, as far as I've been able to ascertain, is never a problem. The other two are… I mean, I've heard the other two are more of a problem before the change."

"Do people lose control often in the time before their change? I mean, give into their… needs?"

Remus's blush renewed. Maybe he was being sensitive but it sounded as if Blaise was referring to one specific need. This was a thirteen year old, questioning him about werewolves' sex habits. He answered the question nonetheless. "It depends on the person, I suppose."

"And you?"

Remus paled and his head shot up.

Blaise gave him neutral gold eyes. "If you were a werewolf, of course. Do you think you would have good control?"

Remus took a deep breath, trying to get his heartbeat under control. Smiling self-depreciatingly, he said, "I sincerely doubt it."

Blaise looked at him a few moments longer and then nodded slowly. "Okay. Thank you Professor. See you tomorrow."

Remus was left staring at his back, wondering what that had been about.

A couple days passed, nothing out of the ordinary happening. However, one day after another third year class, Blaise stayed behind again.

"Mr. Lupin, can you answer another question?"

"Of course, Mr. Zabini. Please, sit down."

Blaise obediently drew up a chair and sat down, crossing his legs primly. "I heard Snape is making a potion to help werewolves."

"How did you here about that?"

Blaise tilted his head to the side, letting his long black hair fall to the side and looking at Remus quizzically. "He mentioned it one day. Potions is my worst subject and I stay a lot for tutoring."

Remus raised an eyebrow. "If only he offered private tutoring to everyone."

Blaise raised an eyebrow as well. "He offers it to anyone who asks. Only Slytherins have the guts to though," he added thoughtfully.

Remus smiled. "I imagine so. What was your question about the potion?"

"Do you know what it does? I mean, how much it does?"

"Well, it helps werewolves retain their mind during the change. Shouldn't you be asking Professor Snape about this?"

Blaise shrugged. "I did. He told me to ask you. You're better at explaining anyways."

Remus stiffened. So Snape was still trying to tell people he was a werewolf. Asshole. Nonetheless, he shoved down his anger. "What else did you want to know?" he asked politely.

"Does it help just for the change or… for the cravings before hand too?"

"I'm fairly sure it helps for both."

"Does it get rid of all the desires completely before and after?"

"I don't think so. It just gets them down to a much more manageable level. I believe," he tacked on hastily.

Blaise nodded slowly and rose. "Thank you, professor."

After that, Blaise stayed behind every few lessons. Slowly, he began to stay every time Remus taught his class until it got to the point where one day, when Blaise didn't stay, Remus was a little shocked. However, it was a good thing that day. He needed to go and get his wolfsbane potion from Snape.

He got up from his chair and left his classroom, heading towards the dungeons. A voice stopped him on the first floor.

"Let go of me!" someone yelled. It was male, and young. Whoever it was sounded frantic.

There were the sounds of soft scuffling and then a thump, accompanied by a muffled sound of surprise.

Remus quickly drew his wand and pushed open the door from the classroom the yell had come from. He was met with the sight of a back, clothed in the Slytherin quidditch uniform.

"What's going on here?"

Marcus Flint turned, glaring at Remus. "Nothing," he said sullenly. "Just a little disagreement." He turned to whomever he had pushed against the wall. "Right, Zabini?"

During the turn, Flint had moved a little to the side, leaving Remus staring into the wide eyes of Blaise.

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