Guilty Innocent Pleasures

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Chapter Seven- The Floo Connection

"Fuck." Nell said aloud to the emptiness of her dimly lit room. That note was going to keep from her what little time left she had for sleep after her…services.

'What little bugger is doing this?' She thought in her anger, her frustration, and her fear. 'Some sick bitch is taking my things and leaving other things that should just stay away! Who knows? How did they find out? I covered my tail so well!' As Nell closed her pale eyelids, her thoughts drifted to her teacher. Slowly, Nell discarded her jeans and black shirt and stepped into her flannel pyjamas. Crawling into her sterile looking white duvet, she basked in the warm glow of her own devious scheming.

'I didn't think I'd snatch him up so quickly…damn, it's almost going too fast. But still, it's nice to get laid and…with a teacher and his bigger-…never mind.' Unwillingly, though without argument, Nell slowly drifted off into a thin sleep.

Somehow, with great loathing, Nell managed to drag herself down to the Great Hall for a warm breakfast of oatmeal and mango juice. Robotically, she placed each bite in her mouth and was able to swallow when she focused hard enough. Before long, owls began swooping in upon the students, delivering candy from the doting grandmothers, howlers from the irritated parents and letters from friends, family, acquaintances and everyone in between. Two notes were dropped on Nell's lap (well, one fell beside her grey, glue-like oatmeal) and without even reading their contents, she walked decisively to the Ravenclaw dormitories, hoping that her more inconspicuous exit would allay any perpetrators from prying into her mail this time.

Opening the first one as one would a time-bomb, Nell read its contents.

'Nell,

Last night was…amazing. I never thought I'd feel this way towards a student. I probably shouldn't have done what I did, but since it's too late to go back, I want to make it up to you. Will you still come by my office at 11:30

Sincerely,

Remus'

He had signed it with his first name. Remus.

Breathing a sigh mixed of relief and excitement, Nell proceeded to read her second letter.

'Nell, you whore.

I just got word that you've been with someone at school. I want names Nell, and I want them now. You are mine, do you understand, bitch? What you can give is for me. Only me. You just watch yourself. I'll be in correspondence with your headmaster should you continue your behaviour, and don't you dare doubt me for a moment that I won't tell him about your slutty tendencies. Whores like you should be locked up.

-Dad'

Nell's breathing became shallow and weak as she painfully closed the scorching parchment and placed it back in its envelope. She then put the note inside her pillowcase.

'Only a psychopath would search my room this thoroughly to find it.' But Remus' note didn't get the same treatment. It was almost as though Nell treasured that letter. She treasured it so much she couldn't even keep it.

Walking down to the Ravenclaw common room, Nell seated herself in a crimson armchair and cast the letter into the flames in the stone fireplace. Proof of her father's sick little games was one thing. Proof of her own little games was another.

At the end of Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Nell walked up to Lupin's desk to verbally reply to his owl.

"Professer Lupin, I will be there at the regular time, just like you asked…will we be…studying the same topic?"

Lupin replied to her question with a mere grin as he turned back to marking papers on Kelpies. With a certain sort of conviction, Nell practically floated back to her desk…she floated on the mere thought of her own deviousness and seduction skills.

At 11:15 the corridors were dark as Nell sauntered down to Lupin's office. But before she could reach her desired destination, a slender hand grabbed her shoulder.

"You thought I was kidding, didn't you, when I said to watch your back, Miss Everett?" Penelope's voice took on an icy tone as she tried to control her fellow house-mate.

"What, can't I go and get a fucking glass of juice?" Nell's mind raced for a better excuse…but failed. Reluctantly, Penelope eased up her death-grip and watched Nell's pale back fade away into the hallway.

"I'm watching you, Nell Everett. You can't lie forever."

Knocking quietly and timidly on Lupin's office door, so as not to draw any more unnecessary attention to herself, Nell waited impatiently for it to open.

In a fluid motion, Remus unlocked the latch between the two aficionados and Nell swept in, closing the door behind her back, nearly slamming it, as she thrust herself upon Remus with such force and zeal that neither had the time or sense to say even a fragment of a word. Impassioned, her blazing professor returned her fervour with heated, urgent fondling and kisses.

Clearing his desk of all the papers and trinkets collected over the year, Remus lifted his colt onto its surface and undressed her more quickly than he'd ever stripped a girl before. With critical movements, he covered his student with his own flesh…over and over again.

Lying on the wooden desk in the afterglow of their shared ardour, Nell's thoughts took over her emotions. 'Nell, no matter how good he it, no matter how much you want to feel something, don't. Otherwise he'll be able to hurt you. Just like daddy.' As though he could sense her insecurity, Remus stroked Nell's cheek as he spoke, "You're a very unique girl, Nell Everett."

"You have to say that because you're my teacher."

"Actually, I shouldn't say that because I'm your teacher."

Nell felt that in this state it would be a good time to tell him about Penelope's insistent snooping.

"Professor, somebody knows that I'm…up to something. I won't be able to escape from my dormitory without discovery."

"Nell, I've already thought over the matter. I've managed to rig the Floo Network to include our fireplaces…just say the word and you're there. I won't have you getting in trouble for our…trouble."

Her nerves eased, Nell simply smiled at her sex toy and graced his lips with a tender kiss.

"I'll be back for more."

She used their new transportation form to get back to her dormitory and walked up to her bed.

'Dear girl, how will you sleep tonight? He gets better with practice, eh?' Lying her tired head down on her pillow, she thrust her hand into the case to find her father's letter to read over again. But like a phantom sneaking in and stealing her correspondences, the letter was nowhere to be found. Gone. Just like before.

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