Neville Longbottom is one sexy man.
No seriously. I mean it. Not only on the outside but on the inside too. Sometimes he has this Slytherin tendecy which makes him almost unafraid. And when he's like that he just shines. And it shows. And I go absolutely crazy. My wolf in me sees it and just wants to hump the boy senseless.
And I can't do that. Because I'm a teacher and he's a student. I'm a grown man and he's practically still a boy.
Though in the eyes of the wizarding world I guess you could say he was legal enough. Being 16 and all.
So here I am. Trying to teach him what this potion means. And how to make it.
ANd he looks so adorable there. Sitting there with a quill in his mouth, half chewed. A confused look on his face as he TRIED to get what I was saying to him. A leg underneath him so he could prop himself up over the book as if that could help him understand more clearly. His shirt halfway unbuttoned because it was so damn hot in this freaking library. Sweat shining on top of his head, making it seems as if he had just gotten done fucking.
Scratch that. Did I say adorable? I meant fuckable.
That's more like it.
If he only knew my thoughts. Would he run from the room screaming? That depends. I'm not sure on what.
"Professor? I don't understand this part.."
I look over at him and see him pointing to a section in the book we're reviewing. And that patch of skin on his wrist makes me want to bite it. Nibble it. Suck on it. I swear I can feel my mouth salivating.
I swallow and look down. It's the part on newts. How much of their body parts we have to put in this particular potion.
We rely too much on newts.
I explain the part to him and he smiles up at me so brightly that I almost pass out. God and Merlin combined. I think I just came in my pants.
I look down just to check. Nope. Nothing wet down there.
But even so I slide my legs closer together. In the event that I do come. I'll at least be able to hide it before I grab my wand.
"Professor Lupin?"
I look up at him. He's still grinning at me.
Oh Neville. My lovely little boy. Stop that before I jump you in this library...
"I just want to thank you. You honestly don't know how much this means to me. Helping me with potions. No one else will. They say I'm too incomptent to help."
Remus surpressed a growl at this. Calling his boy stupid in a sophiscated manner...
"So I just wanted to thank you. Again. I know you told me I didn't have to but I wanted to." Neville sat back in his chair and gave him a shy grin that, at that moment, couldn't have been more sexier on him.
"Thanks Professor."
Remus could only swallow the extra saliva that was threatining to come out his mouth and leaned in closer, placing a hand near the boy's own.
"Please. Call me Remus. You are almost an adult now."