Okay, my description of the based on me, is a bit pompous and bragging. Just so you know, I don't look like that. Yes, I have blonde hair, yes, I have blue eyes, but that is where the resemblance ends.

Gets bad toward the end, if you don't like it, skip the last section…

Flames are welcome. Say whatever you want but no comments of the three main characters! That is your only warning.

Chapter 4

The next day dawned bright and early. Remus came to take them to the headmaster. Frances shot him a small, knowing grin and he flushed slightly. Through the winding corridors, they walked until they reached the giant gargoyle outside Dumbledore's office.

"Wait!" Keira and Frances said together as Remus opened his mouth to give the password. They smiled sheepishly, and Keira said, "Can I guess?" He nodded. She turned to the large statue and said, "Lemon Drop."

It sprang to life and moved aside. Remus' jaw dropped and he mutely followed to three teenagers up to the office.

"Come in, Girls, Remus." They enter and sat when he gestured. "Now you will be sorted, but you won't be joining you respective houses until the start of term." He stood and picked the sorting hat from its perch. Alexa jumped up and sat on the stool, as she was first alphabetically. The head sat on her head for a minute before calling out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

She grinned broadly. Frances went next. She sat on the stool and turned her gaze on Lupin, instead of closing her eyes as Alexa done. 'Hmm.' It whispered. 'A hard choice. Where to put you? Gryffindor, maybe? You're very brave, oh yes a lot of courage, but also very intelligent. Ravenclaw? No…Clever and a thirst to prove yourself. Ambitious. Yes that would mean'…"SLYTHERIN!"

She smirked at Remus, who arched an eyebrow. Frances relinquished the seat to Keira, next. The hat had barely touched her head, when it called, "RAVENCLAW!" She grinned proudly.

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The next few weeks passed by in a blur. They met their new teacher, saw their new room, and started their new classes. The work was hard but the three enjoyed it anyway. Magic was so much more interesting then schoolwork.

Remus was busy helping the girls catch up to the level of the students that they would be joining. He had no time to warn his friend of the new students. Finally, on a Friday night about a month after the girl's arrival, Remus managed to get away to Grimauld place.

Sirius, though surprised to see him, gave him a brotherly hug and the two chatted for a while. Just before he had to leave, Remus turned to Sirius, "Padfoot, mate, we've got a couple of new students at the school."

"Yeah?" He could tell Sirius wasn't interested, but he pressed on.

"Yes, three girls by the names of Keira, Alexa, and Frances. Frances happens to be sixteen, but looks about twenty-one."

Sirius looked up at him, eyebrows knit. "And?"

"Watch out for her, Pads. She's…dangerous; She's a Slytherin with a thing for older guys, Padfoot. She's been hitting on me since she got here and it's not right. I'm her teacher and it's wrong.

But, Padfoot, I have a feeling she'll go after you, when she's done with me. "

Sirius looked thoughtful for a moment. "What does she look like?"

"She's gorgeous, Padfoot. To sound utterly cliché and kinda like a bad romance novel, She got sparkling blue eyes and silky blonde hair to the small of her back. She is built like a fucking Victoria Secret's model…She's perfect. Here, look." Remus got up and went to retrieve the pensive that Sirius had in the living room. He pulled the memory of Frances standing looking at castle. He did not, however, realize that he pulled the whole memory, including the whispering and kisses she had placed on his ear and jaw. Sirius watched the memory unfold as the werewolf turned bright red.

When the memory finished, Sirius looked up at his best friend and grinned wolfishly (hehe). "Well, Moony, enjoy having her all to yourself while you can. I plan on visiting in a couple of weeks and I fully intend to...uh…well, I really shouldn't tell you. You are her teacher after all." He winked.

Remus' jaw dropped and he gaped. "Y-you have v-very dirty mind! Sirius, you're a sicko!"

Sirius gave Remus his most innocent look, his eyes wide. "Why, Remus, I do believe you are the one with the dirty mind. I never thought of it like that!"

Remus flushed scarlet. "I-uh, but I… Oh fuck!"

Sirius grin widened. "Her?"

"Huh?"

"You said fuck. Fuck her? As in, you want to?"

"Of Co- I mean, I-uh…I…um, I have to go. I have p-papers to correct." Remus spluttered, jumped up, and left quickly.

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Frances leaned against the wall outside Remus' classroom and waited. She had no idea where he was or that she was the topic of both his most recent conversation and thought. Ten minutes time passed. Suddenly her eye snapped open and she looked down the hall in the direction from which she could hear the footsteps of a certain sexy werewolf.

By the time he looked up and saw her, he was nearly at the door. A look a complete panic crossed his face and she chuckled. "Why, Professor, surely you can't be afraid of little old me?"

He gulped and shook his head. He unlocked his office and entered, Frances following closely behind. She shut the door firmly behind and moved forward. Lupin looked up at her sharply, "Is this wise, Miss Furlan? I mean do you re-"

She had cut him off by slipping and hand around the back of his next and pressing her lips to his. His eyes widened in shock then closed of their own accord. This shouldn't be happening! Remus! Stop, Now! You're her teacher! You're her teacher! You're her teacher! You're her tea- Holy Shit! Her hand running up the inside of his thigh sent all of his reasoning right out of his head. She smirked into the kiss as he lightly rapped his arms around her waist.

Her tongue slid over his lower lip and pushed into his mouth. He gasped, which gave her easier accesses to his mouth. After a few minutes, when he was completely intoxicated by the taste of her mouth, She pulled away and stepped back. He was left leaning against the desk, mouth agape. His jaw shut with a snap and he looked her over. "You certainly have the whole I'm-a-adorabley-fuckable-school-girl look down." He commented.

And she did. Under her open Hogwarts robes, she wore a regulation blouse in silk, with only the middle button buttoned. The bottom of the shirt, which should have been fastened, was open to show her rock hard, tan stomach up to the bottom of the rib cage. The v-ing neckline plunged down the show off she red lace bra. Her regulation black skirt was rolled up to above mid-thigh. She had on black knee socks, which, in Remus' opinion, only emphasized her perfect, long legs. His gaze traveled back up her, to rest on her face. She grinned and licked her lips. He was memorized by her little pink tongue. His eyes glued to her mouth, he said, more to himself then to her, "Aw. Fuck. I fucking hate it when Padfoot is right. Fuck it. Screw rules." He pulled her roughly to him and captured her lips. She sighed into him and brought her hand up under his shirt. One hand moved and began to unbutton his shirt.

When the shirt was open, she laid her palm on his hard chest running it over the scars, old and new, that printed a beautiful pattern across his chest. He flinched at this and started to turn away, but she stopped him. "Remus," She savored the word in her mouth, as if it was precious to her. "Remus, why are you ashamed of what, no of who you are? There is nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm a werewolf, Frances. A werewolf. How can you say that's nothing to be ashamed of?" He turned his face away and looked down, trying to hide the pain on his face.

"Is Hagrid ashamed of being a half-giant? No. Remus, I think you are a wonderful person, no. Don't protest. You are and being a werewolf is part of you. Now stop being ashamed of it. And of the scars." She slipped the shirt of his shoulders and let it puddle on the desk. Running her hand over his scarred chest, she continued, "I think they are beautifully masculine. They do make a wonderful pattern."

She leaned down and did something that no one had ever done before. She kissed his scars one by one, until she made her way to one of his nipples. The caring expression turned into a seductive grinned and she licked it. He gasped softly. She bit lightly then kissed the pain away before standing straight. Her grin widened. "Your turn!"

Her slender fingers, which had just moments before been caressing him, came up and undid the remaining button of her shirt. She began her seductive, sensual strip-tease and didn't stop until she was clad only in her skirt (yes she had taken off her underwear) and her shirt, which she had left unbuttoned and hanging open, revealing her naked chest.

The entire time he felt himself getting harder by the minute. Not that he hadn't been hard already, mind you. He started the moment he saw her grin at him in the hall and had been getting harder ever since (tehe, Remus, you kinky bastard!).

With a flick of his wand, the desk behind them cleared. He picked her up and placed her gently on the empty desk. She laid there, shirt pooled at her sides. He ran a hand over her creamy skin, then leaned down and took one of her breasts in his mouth. As he suckled on her nipple, Remus kneaded the other gently.

It was this scene, Remus leaning over and suckling the chest of an almost naked girl as she lay her head thrown back and her hands buried in his sandy blonde hair, that Sirius walked in on. He stared for a moment in complete shock, until the girl's cry of "Remus…Oh God, Remus!" woke him.

He cleared his throat loudly. "Oy, Moony, whatever happened to 'She's my student and it's wrong' kick? Huh?"

Moony, who had lifted his head, jerked violently. "What the Fuck, Sirius! You have the fucking worst timing in the fucking world."

Frances flushed scarlet, the blush even creeping down her neck (never ever happens!). She sat up quickly and buttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse, before gathering her things and hurrying out.

Sirius grinned, rakishly. "So, how was-"

"If you even try and fucking finish that fucking question, Black, I will personally fucking bite you on the next fucking full moon. Got that?" He looked livid. Sirius had never seen him this angry. "If you really wanna fucking know. Nothing happened; you had to fucking waltz in here without knocking or anything, you arrogant prat! Merlin, you pissed me off sometimes!"

"Only sometimes?" Sirius asked, impishly.