Guilty innocent Pleasures

Author's Note: Well, are you all ready for chapter five? I have a whole huge plot all worked out for this story (and its sequel!) When the whole Lupin/Nell thing is over, I will give you all a choice: continuation under a different title or a sequel…and, if I get over 200 reviews (now my goal is 1000!) I can arrange for a cameo appearance by a faithful reviewer! So get reviewing!

Disclaimer: I don't own the original characters by J.K. Rowling…

Chapter Five- That Hideous Past

Nell unfurled her fists clutching the putrid letter as she sat by her bedside trunk, seething and shaming herself at the bitter details.

'Dear Nell,

Well, it's been a while since I last saw you…how I've missed you and our little games. Have you missed them too? You always played so well. Your pretty little body is so limber. I hope you haven't been frolicking with any of the locals. The British can really be vile. Not like us Welsh folk, eh Nellie? Well, I just thought I'd drop you a few words to let you know I was…thinking about you. I was thinking about coming about round Christmas time to get a few nights in. You were just going to stay there anyways…you might as well have some of my…company. But I may not be able to because I have a lot of work piling up. Life in the Herbal Ailments Pharmacy can be tedious and buzzing…so I am not entirely sure of how much time I'll have. So many cases of Holly Herpes always break out around that time of year. And you know that I'd never give up the chance to finger some supple skin.

I'll write again later.

-Dad'

Nell shuddered as she folded the letter and shoved it back into the folds of her robes as she lay on her bed, contemplating the horror of the chance of her deranged father coming to stay with her for a period of time. He had his way with her in the summer, wasn't that enough for him? Sometimes three times a day he'd violate her in her own bedroom, and even that wasn't enough to slake his incestuous thirst.

'That abhorrent snake. He makes me sick enough to retch up my vital organs.' Nell could feel her stomach churning by merely thinking about her summer…family activities. Quickly, as her innards warned her of sudden and instant emptying process, she ran to the bathroom and hung her head over the toilet bowl.

As Nell made her queasy way back into her bedroom, she fumbled around for the letter to dispose of in the same fashion as her vomit. But something prevented her from doing so. Her father's fetid, furtive letter was not in her robes. Not in her trunk. Not in her room.

She hadn't been gone in the bathroom long enough for someone to actually steal in, find the letter and snatch it, and besides, wouldn't she have heard the culprit entering? Damn the security in these dormitories.

Nell's every footstep was closely followed by a particularly nosy set of prefects all through Herbology. Every word she said was scrutinized. Penelope continuously pretended to hide behind her mass of blonde curls when Nell became aware of this negative attention directed at her…Nell's eyes burned into her classmate's mind, trying to read her meddlesome little thoughts, trying to see if by a glance, by an expression, that perhaps her dormmate had nicked the note from her paternal unit. But, like one of those muggle 'Magic Eight Balls,' all signs pointed to 'answer foggy, try again.'

"Miss Everett, perhaps you could tell me the healing properties of Daldeous Formalgie, since you seem so deep in thought on the subject." Madame Sprout's voice broke Nell's silent reverie in theory.

"They allow the victim of the Memory Jumbling Hex to clear their thoughts and sometimes it brings the person to realization of their situation." As if on cue, Nell's answer arrived. Formulated, systematic. Robotic.

'My circumstances here are so frustrating. It's time to step it up a notch with Lupin. Just wait until tonight…'

Eleven thirty creeped up upon Lupin before he was ready for the night's…lesson. Shocking even himself, Remus dabbed himself with pheromones (alright, so it was just some muggle cologne) and awaited Nell's imminent arrival in great anticipation.

'What are you doing to yourself, Remus? Are you trying to impress her? We can't have this, can't have this!' Lupin vigorously tried to dull the scent of his fragrance in an attempt to calm the nerves that he refused to acknowledge. Refused to accept.

Nell's bony fist knocked in what seemed a magnetic way to Lupin. As he unlocked the door he began to notice everything about her like he hadn't seen in the classroom. Her pale, porcelain skin, her cavernous eyes, her fragile frame. Suddenly everything about her appeared to long to be touched.

Composing himself, Lupin's voice cracked out his words. "Good, erm, good evening, Miss- Nell."

Nell's response came like a siren's call, "Good evening, Remus." Using his first name was like an invitation for seduction. Without a further word, Lupin strode across the room, both more nervous and more confident than he had been ever before.

Nell could see him striding towards her and she too moved in. 'I've got you now, Mr. Confident.' Her thoughts were interrupted though, by a swift, urgent kiss that Lupin placed on her accepting lips… 'Nell, promise yourself not to feel…'

Author's Note: So, what do you think??? Is the seduction working out well??? Please review! I won't update till I get at least five more reviews and right now I'm at 24…so REVIEW!