Scholarship
A/N: I had time for a quick drabble.
The scarlet crest on her robes lit a fire in his stomach; even more so the prefect badge she'd pinned to her breast. Not just a schoolgirl fantasy, then, but the naughty Head Girl gone bad. He had to commend her: Hermione Granger always went one step further than the given assignment.
"Hello, Professor Lupin," she said, flashing him a smile that was indecently coy. "I was hoping we could discuss the essay you assigned me."
"Of course, Miss Granger," he murmured. He allowed his eyes to roam over her body as she approached his desk, admired her figure and the school robes so illicitly used. "Werewolves, I believe. How can I help?"
"Well…you see, I think it's rather inappropriate," Hermione said. She bit her lip, most uncharacteristically; not that Remus minded. And now she placed a finger to the corner of her mouth, tracing the seam of her lip. "I think one could enter dangerous waters, writing about the pre-Moon symptoms of adult males."
Remus wet his lips, watching the tip of her finger enter her mouth. "I assure you," he said, "I did not intend to cause you any discomfort." She smiled wickedly as his palm found her thigh and slid up, up. "I merely hoped to further your education."
"Oh, I know," she sighed, and arched against him as his fingers slid up her skirt and into her underwear. "That's why you're my favourite professor."
He pressed his lips to her jaw, drawing her in against his chest. "And you," he murmured, "are my favourite student."
It had taken many days to convince Remus to partake in this particular fantasy, but merlin, it had been worth it, Hermione thought, lazily. She sprawled sated and quite unladylike atop the crumpled sheets of their marital bed, playing fondly with her former professor's tousled hair.
"You see," she said. Remus lifted his head to peer at her. "You definitely enjoyed that."
He flopped down again and groaned into the sheets.
"You did," Hermione insisted, grinning. "Admit it, you loved getting me out of that uniform."
Remus raised his head again.
"Hermione," he said, sorrowfully, "the problem is that you may never wear anything else again."