Divine Inspiration
Ginny is failing nearly every class but how far will she go with certain teachers?
Ginny Weasley sat at the very back of Professor Lupin's Defence Against The Dark Arts class. She was trying to take in what he was saying but she kept getting distracted: first by her edition of CosmoWitch which had just happened to fly open at the fashionable robes page on top of her lap. And then by her latest photo of her two-year strong boyfriend, Harry Potter.
Professor Lupin had returned to Hogwarts in Ginny's 6th year, just after the end of the war between the alliance and Lord Voldemort and his supporters.
Ginny had never been great at school work, she had always been more of a Quidditch person, ever since she had been going out with Harry, her marks had been plummeting, but especially in DADA, Potions and Transfiguration.
Since Sirius Black's name had been cleared for the crimes he had never committed, he had taken over Professor McGonagal's position of Transfiguration teacher. Everyone enjoyed it a lot more but they weren't exactly sure if they learnt a lot.
And Potions, well that was no ones favourite subject but Ginny was particularly bad at it.
No matter what she did, she always managed to turn the potion the texture of freshly mixed cement.
Remus Lupin cleared his throat and started packing parchment into his briefcase, signalling the end of class.
"Miss Weasley, can I see you about the essay you were meant to do for homework please?" Remus said, looking away from the blackboard.
Ginny walked up to his desk pouting slightly with her long red hair falling over her eyes.
Remus Lupin looked up at the 17-year-old girl, no, woman, swaying towards him. His mouth went dry and he forced his eyes down to his scarlet quill.
When Ginny reached the teachers desk, she noticed his face was flushed.
"Are you alright Sir?" she asked
But professor Lupin blushed further and attempted to say "Ummmm, well, ok, about this essay…"
"Yes sir?" Ginny said.
Remus looked up at Ginny, his eyes resting on her breasts for a few seconds before he managed to pull them away and look her straight in the eye, then he cleared his throat and looked down at Ginny's half completed essay. Ginny saw how flustered her teacher was and a sudden, daring plan formulated in her under used brain.
"Well, errr, right, the essay, well the thing is, you didn't finish it and what I have marked, well, basically, it sucks Ginny, I mean, Miss Weasley, you clearly haven't taken in a single word I've said…." Professor Lupin glanced up at Ginny again and completely lost his train of thought.
Ginny Weasley leant over him to look at her paper, which was lying in Lupin's smooth hands, while she was doing so, her hair managed to swing into the Professor's face. He quickly took a sniff of her hair; it smelt of…. Vanilla and coconut. She heard him sniffing and smiled.
"I got a D" Ginny said, as though she didn't care.
He pictured slapping himself again and again in mind trying to think of something, anything, to say.
"Ummmm, yeh" 'great' he thought 'just great' "well you can actually do your essay and run it blow me, I mean by me tomorrow in the Staff Room or you can spend every night in detention with me" he finished with a coy smile. He chanced another look at her breasts before looking up at her face. 'She is DIVINE!' he yelled to himself.
"Thanks, Professor, for giving me another chance, I really appreciate it, and if there's anything I can do for you then just name it" she said slyly, whilst looking down at his crotch. Miss Weasley gracefully walked out the door before seductively glancing back at her target.
She had left Lupin in a state of shock.
He could not believe how flirty he had been with her. He kicked himself under the desk and said out loud "She saved your life in the Order Of The Phoenix. She is a child, she only 17 and you are 38, you cannot let this go any further and you certainly can't fall in love with her!"
Ginny slowly pushed the door shut behind her, she'd heard every word and she was smiling. Her plan was working!