Here it is! Chapter 7. Please note that this chapter is the product of listening to My Chemical Romance for 4 hours.
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oh and i just now realized that my little dividers have been being removed when i upload. sorry for the mess. and No Luna didn't hear him say that.
"Why Hello, Minister." Said Minerva McGonagall, swinging open the door to Dumbledore's -well her office. She'd never get used to that. His essence was all around her, in everything within the office; she could almost feel him following her closely with every step she took.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked after Scrimgeour had made himself comfortable. He shifted in his chair, crossing his left leg over his right. McGonagall fought the urge to smirk.
"Believe me, Headmistress, this is not a social call. I'm here on business, dire business." She wanted to question whether he'd ever made a social visit but instead muttered a semi-surprised "Oh." In all reality she knew exactly what he wanted and was ready for it.
As I'm sure you know David Cuttlebee was found dead in Hogsmead. The cause of death has yet to be released to the press, however it has reached my attention that the wounds strongly resemble those of werewolf attacks," he stopped, eyeing her across the desk.
"Really," she replied curtly.
"Yes," he resumed, speaking as if he were interrogating her. He got up, slowly strolling around the room, stopping here and there to admire the sleeping portraits. "It has also come to my attention, that you employ Remus Lupin as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." She nodded. He circled back to his chair. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with a werewolf teaching the students, considering recent events. I'm sure the governors agree."
"Really?" she raised an eyebrow. "Well it's too bad that you and the governors aren't the Headmistress of this school, then you'd have a choice in the matter." He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. "I absolutely refuse to fire him, because of your paranoia. Remus is a smart man, and I assure you, he has a safe place to go for everyone's safety." Scrimgeour stared at her, flabbergasted. "However, I do care about the worries of the parents, so I'm moving him to the Care of Magical Creatures position."
"Preposterous!" he stood up, outraged.
McGonagall held up a finger. Anger clouded his face but he was silent. "He'll stay with Hagrid so he can," she made quotes with her fingers. "keep an eye on Remus, for the comfort of the parents. And you will work to find the true killer so I can restore Remus to his rightful position," she smiled pleasantly. She never imagined she'd talk to the Minister of Magic like this, without a shred of respect in her voice. Then again she hadn't expected Dumbledore's death either. This was her school now. She had to be strong for it.
"Well," said Scimegeour, clearing his throat loudly. "I guess you've got it all figured out. I will expect Hagrid to actually watch him. Good day." He stood up, grabbed his cane and walked towards the door.
"Good night." Minerva said, closing the door behind him.
Lupin awoke with a start, his mind already working to push away the horrible dreams. The morning sunlight blinded him, he sighed deeply, relaxing once more. He heard Snape's footsteps. Soon Snape would release him and he'd find her and…. He closed his eyes, smiling. It was over; he had another 28 days of being normal.
He felt fingers. Fingers working gently, releasing his binds. He opened his eyes to find Snape bending down at his wrists, his long black hair cloaking his face. It was a bit strange; Snape could just as easily use his wand but Remus didn't bother to comment about it.
"You've cut yourself pretty deep," Snape said softer than usual, starting on the next handcuff. "But I can heal those pretty quickly, don't move." Snape pointed his wand at the wound and it closed quickly, leaving no trace that it had ever been there. Madam Pomfrey could have done the same thing, but felt better healing him, considering the bad news he had to deliver.
"Thank you," he yawned, stretching.
Snape gave him his wand after releasing his legs. He stood up catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Almost all the hair was gone, but his dress robes were ruined. He looked over at Snape to find him staring, curiously.
Snape waved his wand and a pile of neatly folded clothes shot out of nowhere, into Lupin's hands. "How long this time." He said removing his new but ruined dress robes.
"Two days," said Snape grimly. "I need to tell you som-"
Lupin cut him off. "You won't believe what happened. You should have seen her. Absolutely beautiful," he closed his eyes, remembering the smell of her, the way it felt to have her arms around him.
"Remus, there's been a murder."
"What? Who?" he asked, working on his pants now.
"Doesn't matter. A lot has happened in these last two days, none of which spells good news for you." He stole a glance at Lupin's muscled chest. Gods. "Minerva spoke with the Minister last night and it turns out the murder seems to be the product of a werewolf attack."
Remus pulled on his pants and looked at Snape. "What?" He couldn't believe it. "I've been up here the entire time. That has to be a mistake."
"He released it to the press this morning."
"And McGonagall let him!" he yelled, his chest heaving.
"McGonagall saved you," said Snape calmly, looking into his eyes. He was surprised Remus hadn't turned purple in the face. He'd never seen him so angry.
"Really? You think so?" he spat sarcastically. "She's crucified me."
"Scrimgeour wanted you sacked. McGonagall told him no. She's made you the assistant teacher for the Care of Magical Creatures class. She told him that Hagrid would watch you. Meanwhile, when they do find the real killer (his heart dropped; there was no way Greyback would be caught) you'll be reinstated.
Lupin stood there, his chest still heaving. His mind was on fire, had he been younger he'd have probably starting throwing things. Let's all blame it on Remus. Could he ever get a break? He tried to calm down. At least he hadn't been sacked. "Well I suppose I could deal with Hagrid for a while," he forced a smile. "So how's your Luna?" He resumed getting dressed.
"Cheeky as ever." Snape turned away, his face feeling hotter than usual. "How's your bookworm?" Remus laughed; Snape's heart fell to the pit of his stomach.
"Wonderful," said Remus, smiling. "Brilliant, smart…"
"Really. Do you spend your time together doing homework." This time Snape was the one laughing. Remus smirked, patting his back as they left the shack, sending a chill up Snape's back.
"Believe me" he said as they walked. "she knows about a lot more than books."
Hermione smiled as she saw Lupin make his way to the teacher's table; Snape falling closely behind him, his cloak billowing behind him. Her skipped a beat and she threw her issue of the Daily Prophet under the table. If Remus was still here the Ministry must know he's innocent.
Then, without warning, Ginny let out a long loud wolf whistle.
Hermione slapped a hand over her mouth. Was Ginny out of her mind?
"Shh…Ginny." she held back a laugh.
"What? He's sexy as hell..." Ginny whispered, red faced.
"Detention, Miss Weasley." Snape bellowed, not even bothering to turn around. "8 o'clock." Ron burst into a fit of laughter, pointing a finger a Ginny, who was in shock. Harry's whole face was beet red, from trying not to laugh. "Detention. 8 o'clock." Ron said, making his voice overly deep, mocking Snape. "Wait till I tell mom you wolf whistled at a teacher. And Snape of all people. Got a thing for bats, have you?"
"No," said Ginny, indignantly. "I've got a thing for sexy potions professors."
"Or sexy Defense Against the Dark Arts professors." Hermione chimed in and they both fell into a fit of laughter.
Harry and Ron didn't seem to notice. Both of their eyes where on a black witch who just walked in and was making her way to the teacher's table. She had long black hair with purple streaks and smooth caramel skin that reminded Harry of the Bailey's Irish cream Seamus had snuck in a year ago.
The room grew quiet, as McGonagall stood up and met the witch at the front of the room.
"This," she motioned towards the witch. "Is Professor Phoenix Willows. She'll be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor Lupin has graciously decided to help Professor Hagrid with his Care of Magical Creatures class. I'm sure you all know how much of a handful they can be.
Professor Willows smiled and Harry felt his stomach tingle.
"Reckon she'll be easier to look at?" Ron asked sarcastically, as both McGonagall and Willows took there seats.
"You bet." Laughed Harry.
Hermione, however, was not fooled. "This is so unfair," she huffed, pulling them both out of their conversation. "Hagrid doesn't need help. This is the Minister's doing."
"Relax. It's not like he's been sacked." Ron rolled his eyes, before stuffing his face with more food.
"Yeah, Hermione," Harry chimed in, giving her a sympathetic look. "It'll be okay. The Prophet didn't accuse him. Eventually they'll find the real killer."
Hermione looked over at Remus, who winked at her, before pushing a lock of hair from his eyes. So boyishly cute. She sighed deeply, smiling back at him. If he was okay with it, she was too.
Breakfast went by rather quickly. Well for the boys, a least. Harry and Ron would not stop talking about the new professor and Hermione was quickly losing her patience.
"So hot….." that was Ron.
"I reckon I'll try to get detention with her." Harry laughed.
"For Merlin's sake, she hasn't even taught you, yet!" she yelled, finally. She gathered her books and left the hall, deciding to go to Ancient Runes early.
The halls were quiet; everyone was still eating breakfast. "Boys." She rolled her eyes. "All they care about is#" she didn't' get a chance to finish the sentence, as a hand grabbed her and dragged her into the nearest classroom.
"Remus." She breathed, realizing it was him.
"Gods, I've missed you." He said, before kissing her fiercely. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to pass over hers. He felt so good; she moaned into his mouth, loving every second. He slid his hand up her skirt caressing her smooth thighs, before settling on her wet knickers.
"Miss me?" he smiled.
She smiled back, coyly. "Maybe."
"Really?" He attacked her clit with his fingers. Hermione's mind exploded with pleasure. She moaned loudly, arching her back, moving her body with his fingers. He put his lips to her ears. "Breakfast will be over soon. Meet me at Hagrid's hut, tonight. Don't worry," he kissed her lips. "Hagrid's moving Grawp abroad tomorrow. He won't be back till morning." He kissed her once more and was gone.
"What were you doing in there?" Ginny asked, as Hermione emerged from the classroom.
"Oh, nothing," she winked at Ginny, confusing Ron and Harry. "Just learning a thing or two."
He pressed her up against the wall, quickly tearing off her knickers and lifting her on to him. She moaned into his neck as he thrust deep inside her, her fingers in his brown hair. Oh gods. She still couldn't believe this moment was happening, let alone in Hagrid's hut.
"Oh Hermione, I love you so much." He whispered in her ear as he slammed into her. She felt her heart skip a beat. A feeling of euphoria filled her as she came, her pussy milking him of all his self control. He groaned as he filled her, breathing in her strawberry hair. She laid her head on his shoulder. "I love you too, Remus."
Neither noticed Hagrid in the window.
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