Holly stopped outside of Professor Lupin's door. She rapped on the heavy
wooden door with her fist, and like magic, it opened. Oh, wait, scratch
that. WITH magic it opened. She walked into the room, her shoes clicking on
the stone floor. Professor Lupin was sitting behind his desk, with a large
stack of parchment, looking absolutely exasperated.
"Good afternoon, Holly," he greeted her dully, without looking up from the papers he was grading.
"Good afternoon Professor, am I interrupting something?"
"Not at all, Holly, and please, call me Remus. Professor is so. formal," he laughed, "I'm just grading the fourth-year's essays. Tea?" He waved his hand, and two china teacups appeared on his desk.
"Thank you, Remus."
His face broke into a smile, "It's so nice to see you. But then again, anything would be nice after staring at parchments for the last hour. Honestly, after the first ten essays, they all look the same." He sighed deeply.
"Maybe I can. take your mind off things," Holly replied, a sly smile creeping across her lips.
"Holly, you must understand, if people see us spending so much time together, they will start to suspect something," Lupin looked as downcast about this idea as she was.
Holly leaned over the desk so her face was just inches from his.
"Holly, if people found out, you would be expelled, I would lose my job." Lupin's voice was high and nervous, his breath now coming in quick pants.
"That didn't matter before, Remus."
Her words stung him. He pushed her away, screaming, "God damn it, Holly, I will not have this!"
She picked herself up, and left his office with a flounce. How dare he treat her like that! How she wished to hurt him. to make him suffer. To make him see what he had lost, what he had missed out on by rejecting her.
***
Holly arrived at lunch in a huff. She glared at Professor Lupin up at the staff table. How she wished for him to die. Rejecting her like he did. No one had ever turned her down before, and hadn't he happily obliged the first time? God damn him, she thought, God damn him to hell!
"Holly?" A cautious voice came from behind her.
"Oliver!" she cried, turning around to face the handsome Gryffindor, looking truly delighted.
"Uh, hi." Oliver paused, blushing, seeing the rest of the Slytherin table glaring at him, "Uh, you ready to go to the library now?" He seemed a bit intimidated.
"Sure!" She replied loudly, throwing a glance up at the staff table. She was delighted to see Professor Lupin glaring at Oliver, looking absolutely furious.
She flipped her hair as any sexy woman would do, and then walked out of the Great Hall with Oliver. As they walked away, she slipped her delicate hand into his strong hand, and threw another glance at the staff table to see Professor Lupin still watching, still fuming.
Oliver's ears burned and he gave an involuntary shudder as they walked amidst the Slytherin glares.
"The library's usually really busy right now, so, er, maybe we could find a quieter place to study?" Oliver seemed to have regained his confidence now that they were out of the great hall and away from prying eyes and Lupin's death stares.
"Okay," Holly replied, leaning closer into Oliver, slipping her hand around his waist. She felt him stiffen for a moment before he wrapped and arm lightly around her and guided her in the direction of Gryffindor tower. They climbed a set of velvet covered stairs before coming to a halt in front of a portrait of a large woman clad in pink.
"Firebolt," he said firmly to the woman.
"She is not from our house," the woman sniffed; her eyes narrowing as she peered at Holly through her monocle.
"She is with me," Oliver glared at the portrait for a moment until the Fat Lady sighed heavily and swung forward to admit them.
Oliver and Holly clambered through the portrait hole, and Holly let her eyes adjust to the darkness before surveying the room. It looked almost identical to Slytherin's common room, except for that the chairs were maroon instead of emerald, and that the Gryffindor crest was displayed above the fireplace, instead of Slytherin's. Oliver guided Holly to a couch beside the fireplace, and candles burst into flame at once all around them, shedding the cloak of darkness.
"Good afternoon, Holly," he greeted her dully, without looking up from the papers he was grading.
"Good afternoon Professor, am I interrupting something?"
"Not at all, Holly, and please, call me Remus. Professor is so. formal," he laughed, "I'm just grading the fourth-year's essays. Tea?" He waved his hand, and two china teacups appeared on his desk.
"Thank you, Remus."
His face broke into a smile, "It's so nice to see you. But then again, anything would be nice after staring at parchments for the last hour. Honestly, after the first ten essays, they all look the same." He sighed deeply.
"Maybe I can. take your mind off things," Holly replied, a sly smile creeping across her lips.
"Holly, you must understand, if people see us spending so much time together, they will start to suspect something," Lupin looked as downcast about this idea as she was.
Holly leaned over the desk so her face was just inches from his.
"Holly, if people found out, you would be expelled, I would lose my job." Lupin's voice was high and nervous, his breath now coming in quick pants.
"That didn't matter before, Remus."
Her words stung him. He pushed her away, screaming, "God damn it, Holly, I will not have this!"
She picked herself up, and left his office with a flounce. How dare he treat her like that! How she wished to hurt him. to make him suffer. To make him see what he had lost, what he had missed out on by rejecting her.
***
Holly arrived at lunch in a huff. She glared at Professor Lupin up at the staff table. How she wished for him to die. Rejecting her like he did. No one had ever turned her down before, and hadn't he happily obliged the first time? God damn him, she thought, God damn him to hell!
"Holly?" A cautious voice came from behind her.
"Oliver!" she cried, turning around to face the handsome Gryffindor, looking truly delighted.
"Uh, hi." Oliver paused, blushing, seeing the rest of the Slytherin table glaring at him, "Uh, you ready to go to the library now?" He seemed a bit intimidated.
"Sure!" She replied loudly, throwing a glance up at the staff table. She was delighted to see Professor Lupin glaring at Oliver, looking absolutely furious.
She flipped her hair as any sexy woman would do, and then walked out of the Great Hall with Oliver. As they walked away, she slipped her delicate hand into his strong hand, and threw another glance at the staff table to see Professor Lupin still watching, still fuming.
Oliver's ears burned and he gave an involuntary shudder as they walked amidst the Slytherin glares.
"The library's usually really busy right now, so, er, maybe we could find a quieter place to study?" Oliver seemed to have regained his confidence now that they were out of the great hall and away from prying eyes and Lupin's death stares.
"Okay," Holly replied, leaning closer into Oliver, slipping her hand around his waist. She felt him stiffen for a moment before he wrapped and arm lightly around her and guided her in the direction of Gryffindor tower. They climbed a set of velvet covered stairs before coming to a halt in front of a portrait of a large woman clad in pink.
"Firebolt," he said firmly to the woman.
"She is not from our house," the woman sniffed; her eyes narrowing as she peered at Holly through her monocle.
"She is with me," Oliver glared at the portrait for a moment until the Fat Lady sighed heavily and swung forward to admit them.
Oliver and Holly clambered through the portrait hole, and Holly let her eyes adjust to the darkness before surveying the room. It looked almost identical to Slytherin's common room, except for that the chairs were maroon instead of emerald, and that the Gryffindor crest was displayed above the fireplace, instead of Slytherin's. Oliver guided Holly to a couch beside the fireplace, and candles burst into flame at once all around them, shedding the cloak of darkness.