Warnings: Remus/Sirius and Sirius/OMC slash. Student-Teacher relations. Rated NC-17 for language, alcohol use, mild violence, and sexual content involving minors.
Notes: This is the very first fic I've written *pauses for cherry popping fanfare* and I would really appreciate constructive feedback. If you just want to say something nice too then by all means! This is completely un-betad. Thank you for reading!
The Lines We Cross - Chapter 1
Remus hesitated for just a moment outside the door to the current location for Order headquarters. He was exhausted. He'd spent the last three weeks hot on the trail of a Death Eater that had been eluding Ministry capture. It was a job usually reserved for the Aurors, not a penniless werewolf, but in the grand scale of things this particular Death Eater was small fish and, thus, not given a high priority for capture. However, Dumbledore had a hunch the man possessed some useful information, and so Remus had been tasked to follow him.
The man must have known something good because the trail suddenly went cold when Remus found him dead, his body dumped in an alley behind the apothecary in a small village. Remus speculated that his now dead Death Eater knew something valuable and was either too stupid or not important enough to be trusted with the information. Why else would he have been AK'd at such an inopportune moment? When Remus had been so close.
Then again, for all Remus knew, the man may simply have chosen that moment to drop dead for the sole purpose of fucking him over, one could never tell. His stomach squirmed uncomfortably as he recalled explaining all of this to Dumbledore the next morning. Somehow, Dumbledore's calm acceptance was worse than if he had shouted at Remus for being an incompetent idiot. Remus did not like disappointing his mentor.
He shifted his feet and ran his fingers through his hair distractedly, still considering the door in front of him. For all his exhaustion, the werewolf within was making Remus restless. It was a horrible combination—to be so tired and yet so unable to succumb to that exhaustion. He was used to the insomnia on nights leading up to the full moon; he was used to the irritating itching feeling of his skin that seemed as though it no longer fit properly, like a shirt he had outgrown. Like it belong to someone else. In a way he supposed it did. At least the full moon would be the following night and he would finally be able to sleep. He dared to hope whatever Dumbledore had in store for him next involved a thorough examination of his mattress in his tiny one-bedroom flat.
Remus pulled his watch from the front pocket of his robe. He was still early by three minutes but it would not do to linger outside any longer. He heaved a sigh and tapped his wand to the small golden plate on the door. There was a metallic click and the door swung open to receive him. A few Order members called out friendly hellos as he passed from the entryway through the main congregation area. Remus smiled politely and headed towards the meeting room where he knew Dumbledore was waiting. Remus knocked and waited.
"Ah, good, Remus, you are here," said Dumbledore glancing up from his seat as Mad-Eye Moody ushered him in. Remus waited as Dumbledore gathered several scrolls and handed them to Mad-Eye muttering to him in a low voice, "Thank you, Alastor, that will be all." Moody nodded at the dismissal and, placing the scrolls in a satchel, exited the room.
"Please sit," Dumbledore said gesturing to the chair opposite him as he went about preparing tea for the two of them. Remus accepted the cup gratefully, and they sipped their tea in silence for several moments. "You're looking rather rundown, Remus, are you feeling alright?" the old wizard asked after a while, sounding genuinely concerned.
"Not any worse than usual, sir," he replied, making his best attempt at a brave smile.
"Very good," Dumbledore nodded. "To business then, you are, I am sure, curious as to what your next assignment entails. Rest assured, Remus, you will not find it nearly as arduous as your last task." Relief must have shown on his face because Dumbledore let out a soft chuckle.
"Remus, I would like to formally offer you a position as a professor at Hogwarts. More specifically, as the professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Remus failed to see how this could be considered less arduous.
"Sir," Remus ventured, after a moment, "I am flattered by your offer but…"
"Yes?"
"Well don't you think I am a little…" he searched for the right word, "young?"
"Twenty-four is not so young to begin a career in education. You are inexperienced in a formal teaching atmosphere, this is true, but you are a natural teacher, Remus. You possess some of the best qualities that make a wonderful professor. You are infallibly kind, patient, and remarkably intelligent and mature for a young man your age. Why, you are better at defense magic than some Aurors." Dumbledore offered him a surreptitious wink. "You did learn from the best after all."
Remus ducked his head, unaccustomed to such praise from his mentor. "Don't think you can tempt me with sweet words old man. Surely there are more qualified candidates for the position," Remus said, slipping, for the first time since he stepped into the room, into a more casual tone. But his blush betrayed how touched he was at his mentor's kind words. When he finally looked up Dumbledore was smiling fondly at him.
"I would not have asked you if I did not think you capable," he said at last. "I need someone I know I can trust, and there is no one in the Order I trust more to teach my students to defend themselves and to protect them should the need arise."
His heart swelled with pride at that last statement. Dumbledore was counting on him; Remus knew he could not let him down.
Remus stood and offered Dumbledore his hand. "I'm honored, sir."
Dumbledore stood as well, grasping Remus's hand with both of his own. "Thank you, Remus. I took the liberty of delivering course materials and some letters from myself and some of the other professors—things to help you get your head on straight. They are waiting for you at home." Remus smiled and shook his head. Sometimes the man was without an ounce of humility.
"And as for your 'little furry problem' do not worry." Remus's smile vanished and the familiar itching prickled across his shoulders. He'd nearly forgotten. He resisted the temptation to scratch. Dumbledore continued, "Both you and the students will be perfectly safe during the nights of the full moon, there are arrangements being made. Only the staff will be aware of your condition."
"Thank you, sir."
Dumbledore waved his hand distractedly. "Not at all, Remus. Thank you for seeing me tonight. Rest up and I will drop in on you after tomorrow night and we shall talk a little more about it, hmm?"
Remus nodded and they bid each other goodnight. An unusual mixture of anxiety and anticipation settled in his stomach as he made his way home. He was not sure if he should be excited or terrified at the prospect of teaching at such a large school, so he settled on some where in between. He wondered what the next year would hold for him as he walked out headquarters into the night.
oOo
As Sirius Black strode through the barrier between platform nine and three-quarters for his final year at Hogwarts, an unusual sense of sense of calm came over him. He had not felt this at ease since the start of summer. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were only too happy to have him stay for the summer, unable, as he was, to return to his family's home.
His summer had been spent cavorting around with his best friend and partner in crime, James Potter. They had filled their days with impromptu Quidditch games and swimming in the lake near the Potter's home, and spent their nights crashing parties at the nearby Muggle univeristy. Sirius had even spared a glance or two at the coursework he had been assigned just before term ended.
Much as he tried to distract himself though, the summer allowed far too much time for thinking. Sirius hated thinking; he much rather preferred doing. But being the disinherited son of a prominent wizarding family tends to weigh on the mind. James seemed to sense the need in Sirius for action and was always ready to drag him on one adventure or another. Sirius loved him for it.
He and James navigated their way through people and trolleys. Sirius shook his head fondly as he watched the bespectacled boy puff out his chest a little as they passed a group of girls. The badge indicating James had been named Head Boy shone proudly on the front of his robes.
"Blimey, has Dumbledore finally gone off his rocker?" asked a familiar voice from behind.
Sirius and James turned to see the smiling face of their former classmate Frank Longbottom. Frank had completed his final year at Hogwarts two years prior and he was well liked among all Gryffindors. He was fresh out of Auror training and one of the few Aurors stationed on the platform keeping an eye out for danger.
Frank gestured to the Head Boy badge. "They really made you Head Boy?"
"No need to sound so shocked," said James, deflating a little. "Dumbledore obviously thought I was the best man for the job."
"And the only one to think so, apparently," came a harsh voice.
The three young men watched in astonishment as Lily Evans advanced upon James, her green eyes flashing fury, her own Head Girl badge pinned to her robes.
Both Sirius and James had been just as surprised as Frank when the letter naming James Head Boy arrived along with their letters for next term. James spent a paranoid week waiting for Sirius to declare it had all been an elaborate hoax. That Sirius himself had crafted the badge and arranged to it to be delivered the same days as their letters for school, and wouldn't it be a laugh if Dumbledore actually named him Head Boy? Sirius did nothing to discourage his paranoia, but then a letter to James from Lily came a week later saying she hoped he died in a fire, and James seemed convinced from then on.
"Let me make this perfectly clear, James Potter," Lily said jabbing a finger in his chest. "I will not allow you to make joke out of this."
"Lily!" James squeaked, his eyes round behind his glasses. "You're looking lovely as always," he recovered somewhat. Lily rolled her eyes, but Sirius noted pink tinge of her cheeks at the compliment. "I can't believe you would think I'd make a joke out of something as important as this," said James, doing his best to sound sincere. "I could never—"
"Oh save it, Potter! The Headmaster may think you were the best choice but I don't," she said with a frown, her arms crossed. She leaned forward jabbing at his chest again. "You had better hope, for your sake, that I'm wrong."
Lily, offered Frank a pretty smile, then, glaring one last time and James—and Sirius for good measure—turned on her heel and marched off, her red hair swinging behind her like a banner of war.
James watched her leave his jaw hanging open slightly. Sirius placed his hand under James's chin and closed his mouth helpfully.
"Merlin, I love her," James said after a moment of dazed silence.
"She frightens me," said Sirius.
"She frightens me," said Frank shaking his head. "Good luck this year, you two." Frank bid them goodbye to continue his patrol.
They continued through the platform until they found Peter and his parents saying goodbye.
"Hey James, hey Sirius," said Peter as they approached.
"Hello, James, congratulations on making Head Boy. Peter told us all about it," Mrs. Pettigrew said kindly. Sirius did not fail to notice she had not greeted him but kept his mouth shut. He knew she did not approve of him as a friend for her son, but he also did not care. She operated under the delusion that Sirius, not James or Peter, was the one responsible for all the trouble they got up to each year. Little did she know that her baby boy had a wicked streak that ran just as deep as his own.
"James is going to make us all proud, aren't you, Jamie?" Sirius asked, throwing his arm around his friend and ruffling his messy black hair.
James and Peter laughed at his show of affection but suddenly, Sirius's eyes were drawn toward a spot just beyond Mrs. Pettigrew's shoulder. All at once the calmness he had begun to feel vanished, leaving him empty. He watched as his brother, mother, and father emerged from the barrier and cut a path through platform towards the train. Regulus did not look up, but his mother and father caught his eye, a look of supreme coldness on their faces. Sirius looked away quickly.
James followed his gaze and frowned, "Sirius, are you…" he began.
Sirius cut him off, "I think I'll just go find us a compartment shall I? Mr. and Mrs. Pettigrew, always a pleasure. James, behave at your little Prefect meeting. Make lots of new friends."
"We'll catch you up in a few," he heard James call from behind.
Lugging his baggage behind him, Sirius boarded the train in search of the farthest empty compartment in the complete opposite direction he saw his family heading.
He spent next several minutes trying very hard not to turn right back around to find his family—former family he mentally reminded himself—and cast a few well chosen hexes. Sirius would never admit it but his parent's calm indifference over seeing their son of seventeen years, not a year since he had stormed out for good, hurt more than he had expected.
Sirius had lost it during the Christmas break sixth year when he told his parents none too politely to fuck right off. He was sick of being told he was not good enough. Sick of being told he was an embarrassment. What the fuck did they know? They clung to their Pureblooded ideals like the only life preserver on a sinking ship. Why couldn't they see how ridiculous that was? Why did Regulus simply swallow every word they said?
Sirius had almost made up his mind to turn around and find them when the sound of someone cursing caught his attention.
"Stupid, bloody lock!" came a deep voice Sirius recognized.
Perfect, thought Sirius, a mischievous grin forming on his face.
Four feet away Sirius could see the owner the voice, bent double over his trunk cursing to himself and tapping his wand to the broken latch on his trunk. Sirius approached slowly until he was standing just behind the stooped boy, his crotch hovering just over the boy's rear.
"Now this is a sight I could get used to," Sirius wondered out loud, placing his hands delicately on either side of the boy's hips and pressing gently forward.
The boy straightened up and spun around lightning quick, his wand pointed at Sirius's chest. Sirius held up his hands in mock surrender.
"Miss me, Garry?" asked Sirius sweetly.
The boy, Garrett Kelley, or Garry, as Sirius liked to call him when they were alone, scowled but lowered his wand.
"Merlin, Black, could you be any gayer?" Garrett asked, turning back to his trunk, this time hunkering down.
"That's rich coming from the boy who spent half of last term with my cock down his throat," said Sirius, coming around to face him.
Garrett hissed through his teeth and looked around nervously, but they were quite alone. He glared at Sirius. "I told you last term, Black, I am not queer."
"Aww, don't be like that, Garry," Sirius chided, pulling a lock of Garrett's blonde hair affectionately. Garrett slapped his hand away, and Sirius pouted prettily.
"Look… Sirius. Last term was an experiment. Research if you will," explained Garrett, giving his trunk and final tap with his wand and hoisting it up. "Blokes experiment with other blokes all the time. It doesn't make them queer," Garrett said with a little more confidence.
"You're absolutely right, Mr. Kelley, ten points to Ravenclaw," Sirius nodded, giving his best professor impression. "Just because a young man gets off on sucking off another young man it does not mean he is a flaming homosexual."
"Right… well, glad we understand each other," Garrett said, uncertainly and turning to leave.
"Hey, Garry," Sirius called, and Garrett stopped to look ever his shoulder at Sirius. Sirius leaned in close to whisper in the other boy's ear. "Want to experiment?"
oOo
Remus was one of the first passengers to arrive at platform nine and three-quarters. Though there would be Aurors stationed on the platform and train, Dumbledore requested Remus to also take the journey to Hogwarts by train. He'd said there could never be too many eyes keeping watch, but Remus privately thought the old man just wanted to give him the chance to ride the Hogwarts Express at least once.
The previous Headmaster before Dumbledore had refused to allow a werewolf to attend Hogwarts. Eleven-year-old Remus had been crushed as he watched other children in his village receive letters by owl and head off to school. No one had questioned why he was left behind. He was often "too sick" to play after all, perhaps he was not well enough to attend they would think.
So Remus made do with a combination of lessons from his father and self-tutelage. His father had allowed him to have his mother's wand for practice, and it suited him well. In fact, he used it to this day. He often wondered if the wand had passed to him the night his mother died, throwing herself in front of the werewolf that would take her life, and change Remus forever.
There were times were Remus, in a fit of melancholy, wished their positions had been reversed. But on cold lonely nights, minutes from the wolf, he knew he could never wish this curse—his curse—on anyone, most especially the brave, beautiful woman who had died so he could live.
Remus spent his childhood days reading any and every thing this father put in front of him. At nights his father would quiz him over quite dinners together. So it was, when the village children returned from school with stories and laughter, Remus took solace in knowing he had learned at least as much, if not more, than they.
After his father's death when he was fifteen, Dumbledore had approached Remus and taken him under his wing. His mentor lamented that he could no longer offer Remus a place at Hogwarts, now that Headmastership had transferred to him. He explained how he had advocated on Remus's behalf when his father initially applied and that many of the books and lessons Remus had been given had been sent by Dumbledore himself.
Remus continued to study the lessons Dumbledore sent him and even took private one-on-one lessons during the summer. He secured a job at the tavern in his village, the owner taking pity on the quite, kind young man who had lost so much so early in life. The tavern owner never seemed to question why Remus needed days and nights surrounding the full moon off.
Remus sighed as he meandered his way down the train. He owed Dumbledore so much. He was able to take his qualifying exams, again through the assistance of Dumbledore, and though he was officially considered a wizard, work was scarce for the young werewolf. This job was an opportunity of a life time for Remus.
The empty train slowly began filling with students and family members, trunks and cages of disgruntled looking owls being passed above the heads of their carriers. No one spared Remus a passing glance. For all they knew he was an elder brother seeing his sibling off.
He passed into the next car that was empty save for two small girls chatting animatedly in a compartment. He offered them a smile as he passed when his eyes caught a compartment that was closed and shuttered a few doors down. Probably just a student wanting a bit of privacy, he thought. Still, one could not be too careful. The hoarse voice of Mad-Eye Moody echoed in his ears, constant vigilance, before he decided to poke his head in. He could just make up an excuse he was looking for someone if it was nothing.
He approached the door and attempted to slide it open but it did not budge. He frowned and passed his wand casually over the door. It emanated a soft orange color that faded quickly. Locked. And by magic at that. There was a silencing charm on the door as well. Remus could tell neither spells were dark in nature but he knew he could not pass on. With a flick of his wrist he removed the locking spell on the door and stepped inside, wand at the ready.
Remus felt his jaw drop at the scene before him. There were two older boys in the compartment. One was standing, his hands braced above him on the luggage rack, robes open, and trousers bunched half way down his thighs. Inky black hair fell in curtains behind him and a look of intense pleasure graced his smiling face.
The other boy was kneeling before the dark-haired teen, one hand braced on an exposed hip, as he slid his lips over the swollen head of the other boy's cock, his blue and silver tie thrown over his shoulder as he applied himself to his task.
Remus felt his face grow warm, mortified at having stumbled into such an intimate scene. He tried to back out of the compartment quietly before either boy could notice his intrusion, but he was not so lucky. The dark-haired boy gave out a soft moan that shot of warmth arousal straight through Remus. He stumbled as he tried to back away and knocked a trunk. The owl that was snoozing in the cage on top gave out an indignant screech. Two heads snapped up to look in his direction, their faces flushed and eyes wide with surprise.
"Fuck!"
Without a word, the boy on his knees bolted from the compartment, shoving past Remus roughly. The dark-haired boy turned around as he did up his trousers.
"Fuck! That door was locked you know!" the boy cried over his shoulder. He turned back to face Remus, his shoulders tense, and ran a hand through his hair distractedly.
"I'm sorry," Remus heard himself say, trying very hard to look away from the attractive blush on the boy's cheeks. "It—the compartment was—I thought—" he fumbled, trying to explain. The boy huffed and pinned Remus with an exasperated gaze. Remus cleared his throat uncomfortably. "The door was sealed shut, can't be too careful these days," he finally managed.
"What's going on here? I heard voices shouting. Oh, it's you, Remus," came the breathless voice of Frank Longbottom.
"What happened?" he asked looking from Remus to the dark-haired boy.
"Nothing," they both said quickly. Remus caught the boy's eyes again and saw a hint of a smile on his face. The look of concern and confusion did not leave Frank's face.
"You alright, Sirius?" Frank asked the boy. The boy, Sirius, nodded went about placing his trunk in the rack he was just moments before gripping tightly.
"I think I may have startled Sirius here, Frank," Remus tried to explain. Sirius shot him a glare but said nothing. "I saw the compartment was closed up and thought I'd poke my head in," he said giving Frank a pointed look. Frank nodded in understanding.
"Can't be too careful, eh?" said Frank, echoing Remus's earlier words. He then smiled and leaned casually on the door. "You want to watch out for him, Remus," he said nodding his head in the direction of Sirius. "He was two years below me at school. World class trouble maker, this one."
"Now, Frank," chided Sirius, speaking for the first time since Frank's appearance. "Don't go telling tales about me. First impressions are important after all. Right, Remus?" he said with a wink. Remus felt a blush creep up his neck.
"Right, well, sorry again," Remus managed before turning and heading out of the compartment, feeling Sirius's eyes on him as he left.
"See you around, Remus," Frank called as he headed off in the other direction.
Remus decided to let the Aurors handle any other suspicious activities for the rest of the train ride and headed back to his compartment. He tried very hard to put the image of Sirius, his head tilted back, long neck deliciously exposed, out of his mind. "Fuck," Remus muttered as his arousal continued to stir, the train ride promised to be an uncomfortable one.
oOo
Hogwarts was absolutely magnificent, Remus reflected, as he stepped through the Entrance Hall towards the feast. Remus had visited the school on a few occasions during summer lessons or Order meetings but he had never seen it quite like it was now. The castle seemed to come to life, as if the student's return from the summer woke it from a deep slumber.
Never having reason to visit the Great Hall during his sporadic visits, Remus tried to not look as awed as some of the tiny first year students who gaped with amazement at every turn, as he entered for the start of term feast. The night sky shown beautifully above his head as candles and banners floated magically around the hall. Remus caught his mentor's eye at the head table and gave him a smile. Dumbledore indicated to the seat to his left and Remus made his way to the table.
"Wonderful to see you, Remus," said Dumbledore as he sat. "How was the train ride? Anything interesting to report?"
Remus did his best not to snort. He some how doubted "anything interesting" did not include catching two boys getting each other off.
"No sir, things we're pretty quiet," was his reply.
The hall grew silent and Remus watched as the Sorting Hat was placed on a stool and began to sing. As the hat named the various attributes of each of the four houses and their respective founder, Remus found himself wondering which house he would have been placed in.
As if he had voiced his thoughts out loud, Dumbledore leaned over and whispered, "I think you would have made a fine Gryffindor, personally. But then I may be a bit biased."
"It's really quite disturbing when you do that," he replied, and Dumbledore chuckled.
When the last student was sorted and the applause died down Dumbledore stood to address the students.
"Good evening and welcome to another year at Hogwarts School. Just a few announcements before we are distracted by our delicious feast. I would like to first introduce our new professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts, Mr. Remus Lupin."
Remus stood and waved politely, feeling awkward. Some students clapped politely. Dumbledore continued:
"I would also like to advise everyone to take special care of a new addition to the grounds of Hogwarts. Our Herbology professor was lucky enough to procure a very rare Whomping Willow that has been planted in the grounds near the greenhouses. I do not advise any student to get within striking distance, unless they wish to pay a visit to the infirmary."
Hushed discussion broke out among some students, and Remus hoped no one made the connection between the two new additions to their school. When silence fell again Dumbledore bid them all to enjoy the feast and food began to appear on the tables.
"I give it two days and ten Galleons for the first student to be walloped by that thing," said Professor McGonagall from Dumbledore's right as they dug into their feast.
"Ten more Galleons says it's one of your lot of marauders, Minerva," came the deep voice of the Potions Master, Horace Slughorn, and the professors nearby all shared a laugh.
"Marauders?" Remus asked, and the professors gave another laugh, but McGonagall smiled kindly.
"There is a group of friends in my house who have a reputation for making mischief," she explained.
"They're a menace," exclaimed one professor earning a glare from McGonagall.
"Let's not be unkind now," Dumbledore chided softly, adopting a boys-will-be-boys attitude. Remus chewed his roll thoughtfully, recalling the incident on the train.
"One of them would not happen to be called Sirius, would he?" Remus asked in what he hoped was a casual manner. Several eyebrows shot up at his question.
"Yes, Sirius Black as a matter of fact," said McGonagall. "What has he done now? Term hasn't even begun."
"Oh nothing," Remus lied smoothly, but McGonagall eyed him deceptively. "Frank Longbottom gave me a similar warning on the train about him. I just wondered if it was the same person."
"Frank was such a joy to teach," she recalled fondly, and several other professors nodded their agreement. The conversation turned nostalgic and Remus began tuning them out.
Remus scanned the sea of students enjoying their dinner for the Gryffindor table. His eyes finally landed on a familiar head of black hair. He was sitting near several other students, so it was difficult to tell just who part of this supposed band of merrymakers was. Remus watched as Sirius threw back his head and laughed at something the bespectacled boy to his right said. Sirius thumped the other boy on the back; that must be one of them, Remus thought, trying very hard not to watch the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he laughed.
Sirius seemed to sense he was being watched because he looked around quickly until he locked eyes with Remus. He gave Remus a handsome smile and winked. Remus felt his stomach do a funny flop and he looked quickly away. Remus thought he could hear the boy's laughter above the buzz of chatter. He chanced a look back and Sirius had thankfully looked away.
This is not good, Remus thought fretfully. I haven't been a professor for more than ten minutes and already I'm fucking it up. Ogling a student for Merlin's sake!
It was not the fact that the student was male that disturbed Remus. He'd spent several frustrating months with various women when he was seventeen until he had found men. Gorgeous, wonderful, uncomplicated men. Well, at least a good many of them had been uncomplicated anyway. Remus learned fast and hard how to avoid the ones that would lead to trouble. And he knew Sirius Black was a one way ticket to disaster, just as sure as he knew he would sprout fangs and claws at the next full moon.
He recalled Dumbledore's earlier words of how he would have made a fine Gryffindor and squared his shoulders. He would face what ever challenge this boy threw at him head on. With that he turned his attention back to his dinner, trying to pick up the thread of conversation once more.
oOo
Sirius smiled and winked at his new professor sitting beside Dumbledore. The man flushed, looking away quickly and Sirius laughed at his discomfort. He had been more than a little pissed at him for interrupting what was becoming a rather spectacular blow job. Making his new professor as uncomfortable as possible would just have to be payback for the intrusion.
"What do you reckon?" James asked, seeing where Sirius had been looking. "Think he'll be alright?"
"He's kind of young, isn't he?" Peter asked.
Sirius shrugged. "He does seem a bit young to be teaching at Hogwarts. But then again some of our other defense professors seemed too stupid to be teaching so who can say?"
"I think he's kind of cute," said a female voice a few seats down. Some of other girls nearby giggled in agreement. Girls were so dumb, Sirius thought, ignoring the fact he had been thinking the same thing since he first encountered Remus on the train.
"Ew he's a professor!" cried James, looking scandalized.
"That just means he's smart," said the girl, as if this explained things.
"Good looking and smart," remarked Sirius. "There are so few of us."
Peter and James laughed and the girl rolled her eyes, turning back to her friends. Sirius glanced once more at the new professor. Yes, the man was definitely nice looking. He was not strikingly handsome like Sirius, his nose was longish, but it complimented his other features well. His light brown hair fell into his eyes, which were a lovely and dark like chocolate. Sirius felt a tug of attraction some where in his midsection and he smiled to himself. This was going to be an interesting year.
Notes: If you're interested in seeing a bit of how Garrett and Sirius got started, check out Extra Credit on my profile :)