Chapter 4 -Rushed Rejection
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Remus was pacing up and down in his small office. He always did this when he was nervous, he found that it helped him to do something with his body whilst he tried to collect his thoughts. But tonight, tonight he just couldn't make sense of anything. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Eight thirty. Just half an hour to go. He absentmindedly smoothed out the creases on his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair. Why am I so nervous? He wondered. We meet up like this every week and I've never been nervous before. Then again I didn't dream about her every night before.
Remus was almost glad that she'd been avoiding him; it helped him to forget, forget how fire ran through his veins when she touched him, forget how beautiful she looked when she slept. Sometimes it was hard to remember that none of these was real.
He slammed his fist against an abandoned desk.
"Damn whoever did this to me!" he growled.
He didn't often lose control but with the combined stress of the full moon being only 7 days away and the love potion, he was finding it very difficult to control his animal instincts. He was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Bugger, she's early" he swore, but quickly calmed himself down. You do this every week, Remus, there's nothing to worry about. It's not like you're some teenager who can't control his hormones.
Taking deep breaths, he opened the door.
"Hi Professor" she tried to sound cheerful but couldn't hide the nervousness in her voice.
His jaw dropped. She was wearing a short grey skirt that showed off her long, toned legs and a tight green polo neck top. I wonder if she wore them to impress me, Remus thought slyly but quickly dismissed the thought from his mind.
He suddenly realised that nothing had been said for at least 2 minutes. She was waiting for him to break the silence. "Hello Miss Granger. Please come inside."
She entered and put the large bundle of books on the table.
"I was studying the texts for the first years last night and something occurred to me. None of your lesson plans involve Pixies. Which is fine, I didn't learn about them until the second year, but the new school syllabus the ministry of Magic has issued clearly states that pupils should have a remedial knowledge of Woodland creatures, pixies being amongst them."
Remus smiled. Thank you Hermione. This is going to be easier than I thought. If there was one thing that would distract both him and Hermoine from everything, it was work.
"Now I'm not sure that I agree with you there, Miss Granger. Although in some works pixies are classed as woodland creatures, I remember when Sirius and I were walking in the Forbidden Forest and ."
"You were in the Forbidden Forest!" she interrupted, shocked
"Contrary to popular belief, I have not always been as old and stodgy as I am now, Miss Granger"
Hermione stifled a laugh. Even if he would not consciously admit it to himself, Remus would have done almost anything to see those chocolate eyes light up with laughter and regard him admiringly.
For what must have been hours but seemed like seconds, Remus told Hermione tales of the Marauders, smiling to himself each time she laughed at one of his anecdotes or looked at him in mock outrage.
"I can't believe you actually did that!"
"Yes well, Miss Granger, I have to admit that that was not my finest moment but Sirius had it worse. He was washing off that pus for weeks!"
They both burst into hysterical laughter.
Hermione cast a coy glance in her Professor's direction. How can anyone be afraid of him? He was the most kind and gentle man she had ever met. She had seen how some of the younger years winced as he came near them and she had winced too. Not out of fear but out of sadness, she could hardly bare to look at him when the grief in his eyes was so clearly evident.
Would it really be so wrong if something did happen? She was almost 18, this sort of thing happens all the time. He wouldn't even lose his job; you can't be fired for something you did under the influence of a curse.
Hermione was extremely good at rationalising every situation but this time, she couldn't make sense of anything. She could find a million reasons not to but only one was needed to influence her: She really, really wanted to.
Remus felt something softly running up his leg, edging further and further upwards. Its touch was so light that at first he wondered whether he was imagining it. But no, this was very, very real. He could feel himself hardening at her touch. He had to take control of the situation before both of them did something that they would regret.
"Miss Granger, I'm surprised that I even have to tell you this but there are certain rules of conduct between teachers and students. I realise that recent events may have affected things but you have to control your hormones sometimes."
Hermione flushed deep scarlet and muttered rushed apologies.
"I'm so sorry, Professor Lupin. I've no idea what came over me." She had never felt more like a little girl in her whole life.
"Anyway, I really ought to be going now, it's late. Bye Professor Lupin." She hastily gathered her things and rushed out of the room. Remus watched her silently, already regretting his harsh words
Disclaimer: Do I look like J.K? (OK bad question seeing as you cannot see me!) Anyway, I do not own Harry Potter or (sadly) Remus Lupin
This is dedicated to all my wonderful
beta-readers (thank you aurias ve and Cezanne!) and
reviewers (At fabfiction.net) and Jessie, MusicalHermione, Krystallis, Killer Angel, Enialedam, Zara, Violet, Andrian, saicho-18, Nerve Q(thanks!) , Ginny Riddle(thanks for the great reviews, this chapter is a little longer and yes I am pure evil)Lazy 10, jasmine black, SilentLucidy and julz10
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Remus was pacing up and down in his small office. He always did this when he was nervous, he found that it helped him to do something with his body whilst he tried to collect his thoughts. But tonight, tonight he just couldn't make sense of anything. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Eight thirty. Just half an hour to go. He absentmindedly smoothed out the creases on his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair. Why am I so nervous? He wondered. We meet up like this every week and I've never been nervous before. Then again I didn't dream about her every night before.
Remus was almost glad that she'd been avoiding him; it helped him to forget, forget how fire ran through his veins when she touched him, forget how beautiful she looked when she slept. Sometimes it was hard to remember that none of these was real.
He slammed his fist against an abandoned desk.
"Damn whoever did this to me!" he growled.
He didn't often lose control but with the combined stress of the full moon being only 7 days away and the love potion, he was finding it very difficult to control his animal instincts. He was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Bugger, she's early" he swore, but quickly calmed himself down. You do this every week, Remus, there's nothing to worry about. It's not like you're some teenager who can't control his hormones.
Taking deep breaths, he opened the door.
"Hi Professor" she tried to sound cheerful but couldn't hide the nervousness in her voice.
His jaw dropped. She was wearing a short grey skirt that showed off her long, toned legs and a tight green polo neck top. I wonder if she wore them to impress me, Remus thought slyly but quickly dismissed the thought from his mind.
He suddenly realised that nothing had been said for at least 2 minutes. She was waiting for him to break the silence. "Hello Miss Granger. Please come inside."
She entered and put the large bundle of books on the table.
"I was studying the texts for the first years last night and something occurred to me. None of your lesson plans involve Pixies. Which is fine, I didn't learn about them until the second year, but the new school syllabus the ministry of Magic has issued clearly states that pupils should have a remedial knowledge of Woodland creatures, pixies being amongst them."
Remus smiled. Thank you Hermione. This is going to be easier than I thought. If there was one thing that would distract both him and Hermoine from everything, it was work.
"Now I'm not sure that I agree with you there, Miss Granger. Although in some works pixies are classed as woodland creatures, I remember when Sirius and I were walking in the Forbidden Forest and ."
"You were in the Forbidden Forest!" she interrupted, shocked
"Contrary to popular belief, I have not always been as old and stodgy as I am now, Miss Granger"
Hermione stifled a laugh. Even if he would not consciously admit it to himself, Remus would have done almost anything to see those chocolate eyes light up with laughter and regard him admiringly.
For what must have been hours but seemed like seconds, Remus told Hermione tales of the Marauders, smiling to himself each time she laughed at one of his anecdotes or looked at him in mock outrage.
"I can't believe you actually did that!"
"Yes well, Miss Granger, I have to admit that that was not my finest moment but Sirius had it worse. He was washing off that pus for weeks!"
They both burst into hysterical laughter.
Hermione cast a coy glance in her Professor's direction. How can anyone be afraid of him? He was the most kind and gentle man she had ever met. She had seen how some of the younger years winced as he came near them and she had winced too. Not out of fear but out of sadness, she could hardly bare to look at him when the grief in his eyes was so clearly evident.
Would it really be so wrong if something did happen? She was almost 18, this sort of thing happens all the time. He wouldn't even lose his job; you can't be fired for something you did under the influence of a curse.
Hermione was extremely good at rationalising every situation but this time, she couldn't make sense of anything. She could find a million reasons not to but only one was needed to influence her: She really, really wanted to.
Remus felt something softly running up his leg, edging further and further upwards. Its touch was so light that at first he wondered whether he was imagining it. But no, this was very, very real. He could feel himself hardening at her touch. He had to take control of the situation before both of them did something that they would regret.
"Miss Granger, I'm surprised that I even have to tell you this but there are certain rules of conduct between teachers and students. I realise that recent events may have affected things but you have to control your hormones sometimes."
Hermione flushed deep scarlet and muttered rushed apologies.
"I'm so sorry, Professor Lupin. I've no idea what came over me." She had never felt more like a little girl in her whole life.
"Anyway, I really ought to be going now, it's late. Bye Professor Lupin." She hastily gathered her things and rushed out of the room. Remus watched her silently, already regretting his harsh words