Guilty Innocent Pleasures

Author's Note: Here I am, back on the laptop trying to dream up another chapter…but all I can think about is how much I dislike the title of this story…any ideas anyone? The best idea will get recognition and praise in a future author's note! Or perhaps I can arrange a cameo appearance for the person who submits the best idea in a future chapter or story! Anyways, review with your ideas and comments on this piece!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters…except for Nell! I don't own Harry Potter anything!!! :o)

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Chapter Three

Dinner. Nell sat at the Ravenclaw table, overlooking the 'food' set out in front of her.

'Disgusting. Why I even bother to come to meals is beyond me.' She thought condescendingly. But then something out of the corner of her eye jumped out at her, screaming for her undivided attention. Lupin was staring. Right. At. Her. Nell stealthy kept her eye on his gaze, transfixed by her speed in reeling him in.

'This is going to be easier than I thought. Unless he's wise to my game and is playing it right back to me…well tough beans for him, I never break.' Nell then looked Remus directly in the eye, to let him know that she noticed his fascination…and quickly her proper, professional teacher looked away. But she knew it would only be a matter of time until he was doing more than just looking at her.

Eleven thirty loomed over Nell's head as she prepared herself for her…tutoring. First she washed out her cropped, boyish hair with blackened-berry hair tonic (for the sensual scent) and then she proceeded to dress her self in a slightly more provocative sense, but at the same time she purposefully chose clothes that portrayed a impression of looking innocent…virginal if you will. It took her a little longer than usual to get herself ready, so she was actually running late. An unprecedented feat for her. She then walked silently down to Lupin's office, her gaping eyes noting every step, every portrait, every moment of her passage. And then she knocked.

"I was beginning to wonder whether you would show up or not," began Lupin in a serious yet coy voice, "Now where would you like to get started?" He was leaving the ball in Nell's court. 'Silly move for a man of his…intelligence.'

"Could we perhaps start with the physical stance of blocking a hex?" She was twisting his manly nature so tightly, he was ready to break.

"'hem- erm, yes. Of course." Both parties stood waiting for the other to do something. Say something. Break this awkward moment that Nell was clearly using to her advantage.

'That little vixen. She knows her game well. So well in fact that I almost wouldn't mind letting HER teach me for a bit…but damn it, I'm supposed to be her teacher, and what's worse, nobody else knows about these tutoring meetings and should anything get out it would send me straight to Azkaban to join Sirius.'

"Professor? Are you going to show me or not?" Nell broke his train of thought with her flirtatious question.

"Yes. Sorry, just off in…dreamland." He then stood as one ought to when a dark wizard would attack. But conveniently enough, Nell just couldn't grasp the concept.

"No, no, no, you're doing it all wrong!" Lupin's frustration mounted as, for the fifth time, Nell stood crookedly in her defence stance.

"Here, I'm go to show you one last time," he said as he moved towards her to physically help her into the proper posture. Remus Lupin took hold of her shoulders and as he did, Nell felt his body tighten as his hands touched her cool skin. It sent electrical-like shocks through Lupin's body as he quickly jolted away, leaving her shoulders vacant.

"That's enough for today Nell. I'm tired, I'll see you tomorrow. Don't be late this time. Erm, goodnight." In a fluster, Remus closed the door on her face as he began to pace anxiously across his office.

'Yes. No. Yes. No. To give in to pride or lust? Yes. No. Yes….NO!...but maybe yes.' His thoughts conflicted against each other, each one more confusing with the last.

As Nell walked contentedly through the corridors to the third floor dormitory, she thought gleefully:

'He is mine.'