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Marauders
in Love
Chapter 1: Lusting for a Lycan
The final bell was ringing to end a long Thursday of classes at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A young witch in short black robes with long flowing dyed black hair that was carefully managed in a way to drive certain students and younger professors wild turned to face her class, waving a hand gracefully towards the door as a way of dismissing her 6th year class. Just as they began to file out, she cleared her throat sweetly, making the majority of the class stop, though they all knew exactly who she was trying to keep behind. A sickly looking boy with pale skin and light brown slightly curly hair stopped his friends who had just finished packing up at the back of the room. "Padfoot, Prongs, don't cause too much trouble this afternoon before I catch up, and leave Snape alone Prongs, he's with Lily fair and square." With that he stood back and waited until all of his classmates were gone, pretending to mess with the contents of his backpack. He looked up to see the professor pushing the door closed and standing in front of it, a sexy smirk on her thin lips and a bold confidence in her blue eyes.
"So McGee, what is it that you wanted to see me so badly for?" Lupin asked, pretending that he really didn't know exactly what was going on here. All the while, he slowly made his way up to the front of the room trying hard to not show how the full moon, which had ended last night, affected him. No matter how much fun they had, the full moon still always had strong negative affects on this marauder. Last night was especially brutal, as a detention had prevented his normal companions from joining him and helping him through his transformation until he had caused himself considerable damage, and his back was now sore today to the point that he could barely walk and felt as if he had almost torn a chunk out of it. Padfoot and Prongs had been kept in detention so long by the young caretaker Filch that they had to completely cancel their planned invasion of Honeydukes and instead just hung out in the house set up for Lupin until he had gone back from wolf to human.
Reaching the very front of the now emptied classroom, he turned to find his professor leaning against the now closed and locked door, smirking seductively at him. "You know very well what my intentions for this afternoon are, Remus. That is, unless you need some time to recover, you seem to have taken this month's unpleasantness especially hard. We can't have you hurting or overexerting yourself, now can we?" Her smirk grew as she confidently strode over to him, pushing him firmly down onto her desk and hovering over him. She caught a wince though as his back hit the wood, and a look of fear and concern pulled at her attractive face. She really wanted this, needed her young lover right now, but if he could not handle pleasing her she would have to wait for another time. She tried to hide the hurt she felt, but did not know how good of a job she was doing. The young werewolf was smart, and could probably read exactly what was going on here. It was not helped that the carefree young woman was not in the practice of hiding what she thought too much, try as the new headmaster Dumbledore might to change that.
Lupin was indeed hurt, as his back hit the unforgiving wood of the desk. He did his best to hide it, as he wanted this, and knew the professor wanted it even more than he did, and more than she would ever show him. Though both parties certainly had appeal, neither was liable to show the full scope of what he or she was thinking to anyone, even if neither would fully hide his or her opinion or thoughts from anyone. That was beside the point though, as the professor clearly knew he was hurt, but he was determined that his pain would not stop what was about to happen here. It was not often that the two of them had a chance to be alone, and he would make completely sure that they got the absolute most they could out of this opportunity.
He pulled her back onto him, this time arching his back, to keep the large sore spot from hitting the desk. This also forced the two of them even closer together than they would have been, adding to the body heat and tension. The young woman slid her tongue into the boy's mouth, feeling the sharpened teeth with her tongue before moving on to massage the roof of his mouth. At the same time, she felt the young werewolf's tongue exploring her own more experienced mouth. He had not done this much before, her only taking him in this sense in the last few weeks. The teenaged lycan was still finding himself, in more ways than one. It would probably be a long process, one that the still young witch hoped to guide him completely through. There could be no one better than her to teach him everything he could possibly need to know about certain adult functions.
Eventually, the teacher was forced to pull away, as there was clearly know more air in her pupil's lungs. She looked down at him, lust filling her blue eyes, her dark hair framing her face nicely. All the same, she could look at the boy below her, and know that he was not ready for this right now. His body was ravaged, clearly this month had been a harder one then normal on him, and she thought she knew why. Not that she was supposed to know, because if she were to discover the reason why some full moons were harder than others, she would be forced to turn in to the ministry two of her favorite students, along with one who she honestly did not care much for. Those three being entirely beside the point, she simply could not do this until her companion was at full health and strength.
She pulled away, standing back up fully and turning her back to the boy to wander over towards the classroom door. "I just can't do this right now Remus, it hurts you too badly." With that she opened the door, looking resolutely down until the boy was far gone. She could not bear to look at him now, to see the pain that was surely in his eyes, or to allow him to see the same thing reflected in hers. They could save this for another time, when both of them were at their best. It was all for the better.
It had hurt the werewolf badly indeed, but he never would have said anything about it. He was too caught up in what he had been learning from the amazingly hot professor during these very private lessons. All the same, he resignedly got up again, knowing that nothing else would be happening today. He grabbed his bag and slowly shuffled towards the open door, trying for a brief moment to get the young woman to look up. He moved through the doorway when this proved to be a wasted effort. "Some other time Professor," he said, his last words before he left the classroom, deciding to find his best friends earlier than expected. Hopefully they would be doing something insane, stupid, beyond foolish, yet fun all the same. Something that would allow his mind to slip away from the torture the last few days had been. The young werewolf just wanted one thing to go right for him right now.