Remus was surprised Liv actually showed up for detention, in good spirits too. They greeted each other and he invited her in.
"So, what will my punishment be," Liv asked cheerfully, as she entered his office. "Writing lines?"
"No," Remus said closing the door. "Tonight I'd like to try something else, something you wouldn't normally expect as a detention."
Liv smiled. "Alright…"
"Well," he began. He wasn't sure how to approach the topic of what had caused such a change in behavior the last few weeks. "I want to help you this term, like I did last year. But in order for me to do that, I think I ought to know a bit more about you," he said carefully.
"Ok," Liv agreed, jumping up to sit on his desk. "What would you like to know?"
"Hmm," Remus said, thinking. What question should he start off with to break the ice? He didn't want to jump in and ask if she had a dysfunctional family that was causing her to act out in school. "Let's start with… what's your favorite subject in school?"
"Is that a trick question," Liv asked sneakily.
"It's not meant to be."
"Ok then. Defense Against the Dark Arts, followed closely by Charms."
"Good to know. Is there a class you feel you're struggling in the most?"
Liv looked confused. "I suppose Potions. Severus really doesn't go easy on his students, does he? I've learned quite a bit though that I didn't realize before, tips and tricks. He really knows his stuff. But I suppose I'm supposed to look like I'm learning something, right?"
Remus nodded. Maybe this was going to be easier than he thought.
"Is this really what you want to know," Liv asked curiously. "If you'd really like to know me better, maybe you should ask something more… personal."
Something about the way she said that last word made Remus feel like she knew what he was up to. "Alright," he said, looking around the room for inspiration. His eyes fell on a newspaper with a picture of Sirius Black on the front. That gave him an idea. "The tattoo on your sternum…" he began.
"You noticed," she said grinning.
"It was hard not to," he said, trying not to blush at the memory of first seeing it. "What's your tattoo of?"
"A wand," Liv replied. "My wand, well, my first wand actually. I was a bit of a dueling champion back home."
"In the… west of the country," Remus asked, trying to pin down her accent. He wasn't exactly sure where she was from. He added that to his queue of questions.
"Yeah," Liv said. "That's basically how I got my job."
"What job is that," he asked.
To his surprise, Liv just laughed a little like he'd told a joke. Then she looked at him as if sizing him up.
"Would you like to see it?"
Liv took his stunned silence for a yes and reached up and began to undo her tie. It wasn't until she began undoing the buttons of her shirt that he shook himself out of it.
He swallowed hard. "Liv, you can't just take off your shirt in here."
"I don't need to. The bra unhooks in the front," Liv said with a wink. She was almost done with the buttons now, her shirt was open to reveal a bra that slightly obscured her tattoo. "You like it? The bra I mean. It's Gryffindor red. Got to show my team spirit."
"You can't show your team spirit to me," Remus said approaching her quickly and trying to button her shirt back up.
"Weren't you a Gryffindor," Liv asked, as if that was the reason he objected.
"What? Yes, but, you can't do this in here. What if someone walked in?"
"Then lock the door," she said like it was the most obvious solution. "Or better yet we can go to your room. Come on, why don't I show you my tattoo and you can show me those scars again." She said putting her arms around his neck. She kissed him and once again he fell into it, unable to break away. He felt her hands slip his jacket from his shoulders.
"Liv," he said breaking away, "I meant you can't do that at all. As your teacher I-"
"Talk about role-play," Liv said standing up and taking off his tie. "The teacher and the student. He gives her detention, she needs to learn a lesson… Ha, I knew you were into that kind of thing. Don't think I haven't noticed you checking out my ass in this skirt."
"Really, Liv," he said as she had progressed to unbuttoning his shirt. "What's gotten into you?" He backed away buttoning his shirt back up.
"Sorry," Liv said. She seemed bewildered that he'd called a halt to the action. "I just thought you were ready to take the next step. Isn't that why you invited me here tonight? To "do something different" to "get to know me better"? Those were your words."
Remus blinked. He had said those things, but how had she interpreted them in that way?
Liv sighed. "We've been playing this game for 5 months, Remus, and I think by now you know that I like you, and that I want… I mean… don't you want to?"
Remus was stunned. She really wanted it. She really wanted him.
"It's not that I don't want to," he said in an almost apologetic voice. "And for the record I am very… very," he added noticing her open shirt again, "attracted to you. But that doesn't mean that we should do this. I mean, won't it look suspicious if you're late getting back to your dorm tonight?"
"Well, I can't stay all night," Liv said. "But I'm free for the next few hours."
"And on top of that," Remus continued, "the consequences are too high. If we were caught, I'd lose my job and you would be expelled. What then?"
"That's why we don't get caught," Liv said.
"And then there's the fact that I'm a werewolf," he said.
"Oh come on," Liv said brushing it aside like it was nothing. "You really think I don't like a little danger? Honestly, it's like you don't know me at all… Let me guess, you're concerned about the age gap between us too?"
"Well, that's definitely a contributing factor," Remus said.
"If it makes you feel any better, you're not the oldest guy I've ever shagged," Liv said with a sort of amused look on her face.
"Bloody hell," Remus said, stunned. Had Liv slept with any of her former tutors? She definitely liked older men.
"I am the youngest you've ever been with, right," Liv asked.
"Yes, of course," he insisted. "I've never been with anyone as young as you, by far! I shouldn't even be seeing you for that matter! Oh bloody hell, please tell me you're legal and didn't skip a year at school."
"Of course I'm legal," Liv said. "Don't be so dramatic, a 12 year age gap isn't that bad."
Remus almost laughed. "The flattery is appreciated, but I'm 33 years old, nearly 34, not 29."
"I know," Liv said. "12 years difference."
"Your math is off, because that's 16 years difference between us. Honestly, I can't-"
"What are you talking about?" Liv said perplexed.
"The point it," Remus continued. "This crosses so many lines. I never intended… I can't even begin to… what is it?"
Liv's face changed suddenly from confused to complete and utter shock. "Remus…" she said very slowly, "do you know how old I am?"
"Yes, you're 17. And I don't know if I feel comfortable with-"
"Hang on…" she interrupted. "What's my name?"
"What? Your name is Liv," he said shortly. What was she up to?
"My surname. My last name."
"Park. Your name is Olivia Park," he said. "What else would it be?"
"No… this is not possible…" Liv said staring at him. "You can't… I mean… how? Did no one tell you? How did I not see this before? How could we be so… stupid?"
"Now hang on," Remus said. "It's not stupid to not want to lose my job for sleeping with a student."
Liv stood quietly staring at him looking bewildered. "That's just it," she said at last. "I'm not a student, I'm not 17 years old, and I am not Liv Park."
"What the hell are you talking about," he said exasperatingly.
"Holy shit…" Liv said looking dazed. "I think you'd better sit down."
"Why, so you can give me a lap dance," Remus said sarcastically.
"No," Liv said, buttoning up her shirt. "You wanted to get to know me, well…. damn… where do I even start?"
