Lutstful Lupin

Hey, Angel here. Guess what? I'm BACK bitches! XD

IMPORTANT NOTE! READ! NOTE: Hey, it's me... You know those rejected chapters I promised? XD;;; Yeah... y'see, I couldn't see how to do this fic without running away with the plot, so I decided to post these anyway. I got rid of the old chapter seven, and I now give you my REJECTED one. Eight and nine will be posted too. I hope you don't mind... the twist. O.o The beginnings pretty much the same... but... heh. XD Oh... and if you remember from the old chapter seven, the little "wager" James and Lily made? I'll add it later...

WARNING: THERE IS ANGST FOR THE CHAPTERS AHEAD! O.x I'm sorry... it had to be done... I SWEAR, this will get funny...

Poppy Pomfrey couldn't have been more relieved to finally leave the Hospital Wing, free from students for the day. It had taken her weeks to get away from her ward, as someone above didn't really seem to like her very much.

Students were getting injured left and right, as the Quidditch Season was at its peak. Tension built up amongst the houses causing hall fights (usually between Gryffindor and Slytherin) swamping poor Poppy in more work then usual.

To top it off, Lucius Malfoy came back a second time with a black eye. He was smirking like a fool, but he still complained that Remus Lupin was the one who gave him these injuries.

"He has the nerve to swipe my beautiful features," He had said pompously.

Poppy rolled her eyes, but it still worried her. She had read more into Lycanthrophius, discovering that aggressiveness was a sign that Malfoy could be one of Remus's first mating targets. She shuddered, remembering the bloody diagram sketch if Remus were… unsatisfied with his… erm… partner.

She sighed deeply as she hung a sign on her ward ("Come in and touch NOTHING, will be back in half hour") and shut her door.

I hope he hasn't done anything, Poppy thought gulping. Or crossed into new stages yet… oh, the Headmaster will have my job!

She lifted the hem of her nurses' uniform so it wouldn't drag as she descended the stairs hurriedly. She had to find Remus, if she didn't… oh, the hell Hogwarts will be in.

Once Poppy had reached the bottom, she realized she had no idea where he might be. She had no clue what time it was and was quite unsure what classroom he might be in. Poppy sighed in exasperation, her stroke of horrid luck returning.

You could always ask the Headmaster, came the thought. He usually knows exactly where everyone of his students are.

Poppy's eyes widened in horror. No way! It's been hard enough trying to tell Remus- but if the Headmaster were to find out I hadn't mentioned anything- oh, I'd rather not think about it. She rejected that one thought immediately, going down whichever hall that appealed to her.

On her way, she bumped into Professor McGonagal, literally.

"Oh, sorry Minerva." Poppy said. "Are you alright?"

"Fine, fine." McGonagal said exasperated. "Just had Potter and the rest of them… crazed fifth years…" She muttered the last part. This explained a lot, as she looked as though she went through the loony bin and back.

"Oh…" Poppy trailed off, then the thought occurred to her. If she just had Potter- "Remus!" she exclaimed.

"What?" McGonagal raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, um…" Poppy blushed from her sudden outburst. "I mean, you just had fifth year Gryffindors? Could you tell me what class they have after yours?"

"Charms," the professor said, eyebrows still raised. "Why?"

Poppy blinked waving her hand nervously, "Oh- erm… well, it's just that I need to speak to Mr. Lupin, is all… you know…"

"Ah," McGonagal nodded. "I understand, full moon tonight, correct?"

Poppy blinked. "Full moon…?" McGonagal gave her a skeptical look. "Oh yes! Yes of course… full moon tonight! That's it! That's why I need to find him… heh, heh…" (insert nervous sweatdrop here).

"Alright, but I'm afraid you won't be able to speak with him." McGonagal said. "You will have to wait for lunch."

"W-what? Why?" Poppy said disbelieving.

"We're going over reviews for the OWLs, it was in the teachers bulletin. Not even the Headmaster is to interrupt, these tests open career options for our students."

Poppy couldn't believe this! "B-but it's important!" she stuttered out.

"Mr. Lupin or any other pupil can't afford to lose this information," McGonagal said as though she was speaking to a student. "It's required for him to graduate."

Poppy opened her mouth, but closed it again, twice, looking very much like a fish. She sighed in defeat, McGonagal was right. (Poppy had gone to school with her, being three years under, but remembered the OWLs all too well.)

"Lunch then," She said slightly irritated.

-

"These OWLs sound like hell."

"It'll be a breeze."

"I mean, these open our career options- what career do you think you'll get? I'm thinking about teaching…"

"Auror."

"…Aren't you the least bit worried?"

"Nope."

Lily shook her head, James was such a dunderhead. A very smart, funny, dunderhead. Oh well, this is why she loved him anyway.

"Hey," She said changing the subject, glancing to the front as their professor started going over basic bubble charms ("The difference of turning one into bubble and surrounding one in bubble"). She wrote something quickly on a blank piece of parchment she was supposed to be taking notes with and passed it to James:

Aren't you even a little suspicious? It read.

James raised an eyebrow and wrote back: Passing notes, babe? What are we, first years?

Don't change the subject, James. :( Well?

What subject?

You know! About… Sirius…

What about- oh… As I said before Lils, I highly doubt it. :P

Why? I mean, the signs are all there.

So? It could just mean he's mental.

… Are you a homophobe?

What! No!

Then why are you so testy?

Testy? I'm not being TESTY, Lily, I just don't think we should be talking about this.

… homophobe.

:( I'm NOT a homophobe.

Are too :)

For your information, one of my uncles are gay- and he's one of my favorite uncles! I'm NOT a homophobe!

Fine then. Look at this from my point of view: he's constantly flirting with Remus, and Remus seems to like it. :)

Sirius is just weird- gods, not Remus too!

Homophobia…

:( AM NOT! C'mon, you and I both know Sirius- he's a goofball! It doesn't mean he's-

James stopped right there, scratching out that line.

Just drop it Lily.

He passed back the note. Lily rolled her eyes and crumpled up the parchment, stuffing it in her bag.

-

I looked over at James and Lily, they seemed to be arguing on parchment. Honestly, notes? What are they, first years?

As soon as the parchment was crumpled and stuffed away, Lily caught my eye. She smiled and I smiled back. The bell rang, signaling lunch.

Finally, I thought. These OWL reviews were becoming more unbearable. I understand their importance, but really… some of the questions are ridiculous.

"I'm never going to get this," Peter moaned looking over his notes from the passed two classes as we walked to the Great Hall. "Do they honestly expect me to remember this much?"

"Don't worry Peter," I said. "Some of this we won't even need. You'll do fine."

Peter blushed deeply, "Uh… thanks…"

I dismissed the color change on his features and wondered about my own OWLs. After all, there's not enough a werewolf can do. I could not ponder for very long, as Sirius started scratching my ears again. I swear I should be mad at him for it- but I guess its hard to be mad at him… he's a big old goofball… a very sexy goofball…

EEP. Bad thoughts, Lupin! Bad wolf! Naughty wolf!

I wrenched away and Sirius pouted, looking like a child that got his favorite toy taken away from him. I tried to ignore the expression as we entered the Hall.

-

Finally it was lunch and Poppy couldn't have been happier! Hopefully, with a stroke of good luck, she'd be able to speak with Remus and finally tell him what's going on. It was hard for her to try not to dance out of the teacher's lounge, but she managed, just with an extra spring in her step.

Now I can get this all off my chest! Poppy thought as she reached the Hall's double doors. She paused suddenly remembering.

Students in there, which means teachers, which means… Poppy groaned. Oh, gods, the Headmaster! I can't go in there now! He'd be suspicious- it's too early to take Remus to the Wing… God, my day sucks.

She about-faced and began walking away from the doors, which students were heard gossiping and laughing, the clanking of cutlery singing through the empty halls which Poppy stood in.

Maybe you could make an excuse, came a thought.

Poppy dismissed THAT idea, she was a horrible liar and she knew it.

Or wait a little longer, came another. After all, Remus is going to the Wing anyway. You have to escort him to the Willow.

Poppy blinked, highly considering this idea. So maybe her luck was paying off after all!

Later that night Poppy waited with a little less patience then usual. She constantly checked her watch and found Remus to be five minutes late. She sighed and paced her ward, considering scrubbing bedpans to pass the time. Shaking her head she sat down on one of her beds, watching the door.

-

I rushed up the stairs as fast as I could to the Hospital Wing, late, hoping Madam wasn't mad at me. I'm never late for anything, but Malfoy held me up again. His futile flirting is pissing me off, it's like he's looking for an excuse for me to give him another black eye.

Once I reached the Wing's doors I knocked rapidly, panting. Madam Pomfrey unlocked the door, a look of befuddlement at first (she looked at my new ears), then smiled with relief.

"There you are dear," she said ushering me inside.

"Sorry I'm late Madam, but we need to get going-" I said but she shook her head.

"No, no, it's alright. Come inside, sit down, we need to talk." She sounded very serious.

I glanced at my watch, 6:56, I only had fifteen minutes to make it to the Willow. "But Madam, the moon!"

"I know, Remus." Madam Pomfrey made me sit on one of the beds and she conjured a chair, sitting in front of me. "We need to talk." She took a deep breath.

"We don't have time!" I protested. We wasted an entire five minutes- if we didn't hurry I would transform right here!

"Listen to me Remus, it's alright. The moon won't affect you tonight."

I stared at her as though she's gone mad. "What?"

She smiled grimly. "It won't affect you in the months of spring…" she trailed off, clearing her throat. "Remus… oh, this is a little difficult for me… I've never done this before…" she blushed a little. "Remus, there's a time in every boy's- er- werecub's life when things… change…"

My mouth dropped open, there was less then ten minutes before the moon reaches its peak, and she was giving me the talk?!

"Madam- I don't think this is the time-" I said glancing at the quickly setting sun and the mounding clouds.

"No, Remus. Now is the time. It's vital for you to know this information." Madam Pomfrey said with a deep sigh. Her eyes softened. "I told you, you won't transform tonight."

It was kind of hard to believe her, I always transform, it doesn't matter what's going on. I could have the flu, my limbs could be torn off, doesn't matter- I'll always transform. My breath became quick and labored, I was beginning to panic- my inner wolf was stirring-

I heard Madam speaking, but there was a roaring in my ears- like when you're trapped outside in a storm- my eyes widened in horror.

The moon shone clearly through the windows, in its full, silver glory.

-

"… and that's why the moon won't affect you." Poppy sighed with relief, the burden was lifted from her shoulders. She told him! Finally! Everything from the stages to the moon's properties- everything she practiced and rehearsed from Lycanthrophius.

She looked at Remus and saw him staring out the window with glazed eyes. She frowned, "Remus?"

Remus blinked, turning to look at her. "Er… yes?"

"Were you listening?" Poppy asked.

He stared at her a moment before smiling, revealing perfectly pointed canines.

Fangs, Poppy thought. He's got fangs.

"Of course," Remus said sweetly.

"…You… understand, right?" she said uncertainly. Strange, he was freaking out earlier…

Remus nodded, "Everything Madam. Thank you,"

Poppy blinked, "Do you… have any questions?"

He shook his head, "No."

Poppy sighed with relief, standing. She strode over to her cupboard and took out a perfume bottle filled with anti-pheromone. "Here," she said handing him the bottle.

Remus scowled at it, baring his teeth. The nurse blinked in surprise, "Remus?"

He looked up at her with a smile, taking the bottle. "Thank you, Madam, I was running out."

Odd… oh well, the book did say "mood swings", Poppy thought with a small frown. It's probably nothing…

"Well," she said clearing her throat. "I suppose you'd be off to bed." She pulled out a note from her breast pocket and handed it to Remus. "Here, this will keep you out of trouble in case you run into the caretaker."

"Thank you," Remus said curtly, pocketing the note. He headed for the door, upon leaving-

"Remus," Poppy said suddenly. He turned around looking at her questionably. "If you ever need to talk, the Wing's always open, dear. Just… drop on by."

Remus just smiled, his golden eyes flashing. "I will. Goodnight Madam."

"Goodnight, Remus." And the door shut.

Poppy breathed deeply, suddenly very tired. Perhaps she'd go to sleep, take the rest of the night off. After all, she deserves it, she thought. She finally gave Remus the talk, a long one at that.

She sighed not bothering to change for the night, collapsing on her fluffy feather bed and pulling the covers to her shoulders, one random thought crossing her mind:

Remus's eyes are a hazel-gray blue, not gold.

-

Sweet, sweet Madam, thought Remus with a smile, eyeing the perfume bottle as he leaned his back against the Wing's now locked doors. Sweet, sweet, naïve Madam Pomfrey.

Remus sighed, trailing a finger down the decorative indention gracing the pink bottle. He enclosed his hand around it, unscrewing the top. He sniffed the sweet, soft smell of rose petals.

"Anti-pheromone…" He clucked his tongue, "Oh no, no, no! This won't do, this won't do at all!" He screwed the top back on and tossed the bottle up and down in his hand. "But Madam went through so much to make it for me… hm…"

He replayed the talk in his head, remembering what she said about the moon:

"The moon won't affect you tonight."

"Oh, silly naïve Madam!" Remus chuckled. "The moon always affects Remus! There's no way my host can avoid the change."

If anyone were standing with him, they would have realized by now that this was not Remus Lupin (or probably thought he was just going totally mental).

No.

Not at all.

"Remus" smiled again as he tossed the bottle one final time.

"Oopsie," He said as the bottle flew over the railing and landed with a tiny crash on the ground below.

"Oh, how clumsy of me." He put a hand over his mouth in mock shock, a sinister smile on his face. A wicked, non-Remus-laugh escaped his lips as he descended the stairs, eerie golden eyes flashing with a lustful hunger.

He sniffed the air, senses flaring with human scent. "Oh this is perfect! Food all around as well as potential mates, such a wondrous place you have brought us, host."

Another wicked smile, "For years you have denied me the kill, my desires- tonight is the night I'll fulfill them."

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XP These chaps irritate me, but I had to show up with something... Please, review both. O.x I seriously hope you don't mind the change. There WILL be funny! I SWEAR IT!

Out!

AngelofSoul