A Werewolf Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
This story contains several of my own characters, if you wish for more detailed profiles please don't hesitate to ask.
Micky made it to the Defence classroom to see Lupin sitting at his desk marking some essays for a class. He must have heard the footsteps as he lifted his head up before Micky was even halfway to the desk.
"To what do I owe this pleasure then?" He said, getting up from his chair and then going and kissing Micky.
"Homework help I'm afraid." Micky replied once they broke apart. "And I can't be too long, this is as much for Kassi's benefit as it is mine."
He smiled and then let out a light sigh, he returned to his desk and beckoned her to sit on chair that was just appearing next to him.
"You know, I've been hearing some interesting things buzzing around the school since last nights attack. People have gotten a strange idea into their heads that you've had something to do with all these attacks that Sirius Black has been committing on the school."
"As long as you don't believe it, I don't care what people think, contrary to what my uncle says, I wouldn't harm anyone without a good reason."
"Don't worry Micky, I don't believe it. And in my experience, you should just let them gossip, it'll die down eventually."
He put his hand onto Micky's knee and rubbed it affectionately. He then started rustling through papers on his desk, trying to find something. After a minute or so he found what he was after and lay it on the end of the desk next to Micky.
"This might help you with that vampires essay. It's NEWT notes but it gives a lot more detail, and sense, than the OWLs."
She gave them a quick look over and they did seem to have detail in it that her textbook certainly didn't. As she was reading she was interrupted by Lupin clearing his throat.
" I've been meaning to try and talk to you anyway Micky."
Oh this can't be good "About what Remus?"
"About us. Do you want this to continue on? After this year I mean."
"Yes of course. I love you Remus, I thought we had this talk months ago."
"It's just, you know I'm dangerous, so seeing me outside of school is going to be limited. I'd never want to hurt you."
"I know what you are, and we'll work something out. I'm not afraid of you. Anyway I…"
She heard someone entering the room and she cut her sentence short. After a moment, in walked Severus Snape, with a steaming goblet, full of the Wolfsbane potion, Micky assumed.
Micky took a moment to examine the glare these two men shared with each other, Snape's was one of pure hatred that she hadn't seen him use on many people, and Remus' was looking almost as resentful.
"Your potion is ready for you Lupin, so I thought I'd bring it up, as I thought you were busy marking the 7th years' essays. Obviously I was mistaken, you are instead spending social time with Black, as always."
What did he mean, as always, it wasn't as though Lupin and Sirius Black were friends at school, or at least she thought they weren't. And hopefully he said 'social time' mockingly; otherwise he might have overheard something he shouldn't have.
"I assure you Snape, I'm merely assisting Michaela on an essay that she didn't quite understand, now if you kindly place the goblet down, I'll drink it shortly."
"No I better stay for a few minutes more, as there is some business that needs to be discussed."
He said this last bit whilst shifting his glare to Micky. She took this as a hint and stood up.
"I'll leave then." She turned to Lupin. "Thank you for your help professor, I should be alright now."
"Your welcome Michaela."
She then walked to the door, and just before leaving, checked to make sure Snape's back was turned and then quickly blew a kiss to Lupin.
Micky hadn't even gotten fully out of the Defence corridor, when she saw a hex narrowly miss her head and hit the wall. She zipped around to see Flint standing there slipping his wand back into his cloak.
"I needed to get your attention somehow."
"What the hell do you want Flint?"
"We never finished our little discussion from potions."
"Sod off Flint, I made it clear the first time that I didn't want to hear about this."
She remained calm throughout this and didn't move from her spot. Flint however started to slowly move forward.
"You wouldn't attack me again, there's no teacher to help you."
"No teacher to embarrass you, you mean?"
"Shut up!!" He was right next to her now; she was trying not to retch from the odour that was coming off him. His breath stank.
"You're probably having it off with that Lupin, that's why he helped you out, he was hoping for another go with you. You're a filthy whore, just like your mother."
He said the last part in such a vicious whisper that ordinarily Micky might not have heard it. But the mention of her mother was what set it off. Wands and magic all forgotten she pulled her right arm back and punched hard in the face, making him stagger back several paces.
He looked up and his nose was bleeding, she didn't care, Flint ran towards her and got her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. He then lifted his knee up, which contacted sharply with her forehead. Struggling to see with the pain, she managed to locate Flint's balls with a kick. It only made him drop for a few moments though.
I was right Micky thought He really hasn't got any.
He rose back up and ran towards her in a rugby tackle, she thought she felt her head make contact with a wall behind her, but she knew no more as everything went black.
Micky found herself slowly regaining consciousness, she was vaguely aware there was a bright light somewhere in the room, and it was shining straight into her eyes. Her head pounded with pain, as did her temples. How long had she been out?
Slowly, she opened her eyes to take a look around. Her vision seemed blurred, she scrunched her eyes up to allow them to water and tried again.
With her vision cleared somewhat, she could make out Snape talking quietly with Madame Pomfrey. After another minute, Snape must have seen her out the corner of his eye.
"Nice of you to finally rejoin the world of the living."
"Severus, stop being so harsh, this girl's recently received a serious head injury."
"That may be Poppy, but young Black here still got that injury in a fight with Mr. Flint. Something she's knows is frowned upon in this school and is to be punished, severely."
He said this last word almost as an after thought. Micky let out a groan at the thought of what Snape would come up with for punishment, but inside she really didn't care, she just hoped she could get her hands around Flint's neck sometime soon.
Snape then slowly made his way to the side of her bad, pausing for moment just to request Madame Pomfrey to leave them alone as the had 'business' to discuss.
Is that all you ever need to discuss? Micky thought.
He sat down on the chair to her left side and leaned forward.
"What exactly happened between you and Mr. Flint, Michaela?"
She didn't look at him, she didn't want to, so she merely continued to stare at the ceiling whilst pondering for an answer.
"I gave what he deserved, what he was asking for."
"I highly doubt he asked you to attack him, now I want a proper answer Michaela."
"He tried to hex me, called me a few things, called my family one or two things… didn't liked any of it so I punched him in the face. He hit me back, I tried to kick him in the nether regions (which didn't seem to have any effect what so ever), he then came running towards me, must have made contact, cause that's the last thing I remember. Good enough?"
She knew she was being cheeky but Snape didn't seem to get it into his skull that she didn't make a habit of trying to hurt people, and Flint only gets it because he deserves it.
"What was it he said?"
"Among other things… He said I was a whore just like my mother."
He seemed to pause at this, thinking about what to say next. Kathryn Snape had always been a touchy subject for both of them, and recent events had proven that. After a pause Snape got up out of the chair and stared to walk away, he then stopped at the foot of her bed.
"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, only this once. I want no more of this Michaela. And also, I want no more breaking curfews, even if it is to see teachers."
His stare at the end of that sentence her, he looked as though he knew something about Micky that he wasn't willing to say out loud. He couldn't know could he? In the end Micky merely nodded, Snape then left the hospital wing and left Micky to sleep.
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BTW I also notice, after re-reading this through, that my typing isn't perfect. I seem to be allergic to question marks and simple words go wrong. Sorry for these.