I couldn't control myself as a moan escaped through my lips. "Remus."

He shoved his leg in between my thighs, forcing them apart when my eyes locked with his. His hands moved along the sides of my face, delicately running his fingertips across my jaw, the tingling sensation that had been in the pit of my stomach continued to grow with incredible fervor. Black strands of hair that fell upon my front were pushed aside to give access to my neck. His mouth attacked my pulse point with such ferocity that I felt as if I were being ravaged by an animal, but in the most pleasurable of ways.

He groaned against me, his breath creating a wave of coolness where his saliva had been left on me. My temperature was steadily rising and the tension that sat within me was already threatening to boil over. He ground his hips into mine and the unmistakable feeling of his member against my hip made me want him even more.

His hand slipped from my neck and fluttered over my collarbone. My breath hitched and I purposefully forced my chest to heave, silently begging him to move a little bit lower. His pace slowed dramatically and for a moment I thought maybe he was hesitating before I blinked and looked back at him. The smirk on his face made me realize he wasn't hesitant, he was only teasing me and I would've been angry at being toyed with if he hadn't looked at me that way he always does when he's wanting to kiss me.

Loud murmurs and heavy footsteps pervaded the walls to his classroom and on instinct we pulled apart from one another, our breathing heavy. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make myself not look like I had just been in an extremely compromising position. I opened the door and was surprised to see what looked like most of the student body. I spotted Ron and reached out, pulling him towards me.

"What's going on?"

"You didn't hear about the Fat Lady?"

I felt Remus step in behind me and I hoped Ron didn't think anything of us being alone together after hours. "What about her?"

"Her portrait was slashed."

I furrowed my brows and looked at him, "what? who would do that?"

"It's Sirius Black. He's in the castle."

The shock I felt at his response threatened to take me over. I shook my head and tried to think straight, and not about how the fuck did Sirius get passed the dementors and without Dumbledore knowing?

I grabbed Ron's arm and I suspected my grip was tighter than I intended as he grimaced. "Where's Harry? Is he safe?"

He nodded slowly and tried to pull away from me, "he's fine, Hannah. Hermione and him went down to the Hall five minutes ago. That's where everyone's going. And so will I, if you just..." He shimmied away from me and nodded once more to Remus before disappearing down the hallway.

"Hannah."

I looked back towards Lupin and began to reach my hand towards his before pulling back, realizing that the door was open and we were in plain sight of hundreds of witnesses.

"You should go down there."

"And what about you? Won't you come with me?"

"I will, but after I search this side of the school." I didn't want him to, I didn't like it, but a part of me didn't want to say it. He was my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, after all. Who else, other than Professor Dumbledore, do I know that would be able to take down Sirius Black? I had no business being worried about him.

"But you'll come after?"

"Of course."

I swallowed and attempted to smile before I stepped back, out of the classroom, and down the hall.

"What do you think he's doing here?"

He's here to kill me. Or you. Or maybe both of us. 'I don't know, Harry."

I looked around the hall and saw that most of the students were already laying down, trying to get some sleep. I wondered how many would actually succeed. I was pretty sure I wouldn't, or not for long anyways. After all, I am a worrier, and if any situation warranted some worry, this was it.

"What if they don't find him? What if he gets away?"

I reached out and pulled him into my side. "Whether he's here or not it doesn't matter. I won't ever let anything happen to you. Okay?" He nodded into the crook of my neck and I kissed the top of his head. My eyes wandered to Hermione and Ron, both of whom were already trying to sleep. "You should get some rest, Harry. You'll feel better in the morning." He pulled away from me and laid down, taking off his glasses before looking back at me. "You'll stay here with me tonight, right?"

I smiled, "sure." I shifted in my place and leaned back against the wall. I tried to close my eyes but I opened them when it was obvious that the sleep would not come. I looked towards the door and then checked the time. It had been a couple of hours since I'd left the classroom and I had yet to see Remus walk through the doors.

It had been a few weeks since we had made our feelings known to each other and we'd spent a lot of time trying to get to know one another, what time we could, anyways. It was hard to find excuses to be near him without my friends or other teachers becoming suspicious and I was worried someone might catch on.

From our conversations I'd learned a bit about his childhood and what he was like during his time at Hogwarts. I'd asked more questions about my parents, what they were like at school and he always answered them, which I appreciated a lot. Although, I'd noticed he kept certain details to himself which made me wonder what he would want to hide from me but I tried my best to forget about it, thinking that he would tell me if or when he was ready to. I was mindful of what Ashley had said about our age difference and I didn't want to seem too nosey or immature to him.

I'd told him about what it was like for Harry and I to grow up with the Dursley's, and how happy I'd been when I'd received my Hogwarts letter; and how sorry I'd felt for Harry that he had to wait four more years for a chance to get where I was. A few nights previous he'd asked me why I know about so many things normal wizards my age don't and seemed a bit taken aback when I gave him my honest answer: Harry is everything to me and I'm willing to do anything to keep him safe, including studying spells and certain arts that won't be taught to me at Hogwarts.

We'd talked a little bit about past relationships and I couldn't understand how he'd never found someone to spend his life with. Although I'll admit, I was kind of pleased because it gave me an outside shot at it.

I'd caught him looking at me strangely a few times and I knew a part of him felt awkward about what was going on between us and the fact that I was his friends' daughter. I tried to not let it bother me but I was worried that this might not be something he would ever get over, and I desperately wanted him to. It didn't matter to me, and I knew it was different from his perspective, but I was hoping he would be able to see that and take confidence from it. Regardless, I knew he was wanting to take things slowly and just let it happen and in retrospect, it was probably a good thing that we had been interrupted earlier.

The door to the Great Hall creaked open and I turned my head to take a look. I breathed deeply as Remus stepped through before Snape and Dumbledore approached him. The three of them spoke in hushed tones but I managed to make out that Sirius was nowhere in the building or on the grounds.

I couldn't decide whether that made me relieved or more nervous. For one thing, I was glad he was no longer in the castle which meant he was farther away from Harry and myself but on the other hand, he was still out there, maybe waiting for a more opportune moment.

I heard someone clear their throat and I looked to where the sound had come from. I saw Percy looking back at me before waving me over. "Hey."

He looked around the room before pulling me into a more secluded area. "Hannah, you know that as Head Boy I have access to certain information about..."

"I know he's not here, Percy."

He frowned and I could see that he was disappointed I'd ruined another chance to talk up his Head Boy status. "How do you know that?"

I pointed towards the door, "I overheard them talking just now. Beat you to it. Sorry."

He paused for a moment before waving his hand and brushing it off, releasing the pompous attitude he seemed to hold when he was in his Head Boy kind of mood. "That doesn't matter, really... how are you?"

I shrugged and brushed my hair behind my ear, "I've been better." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his side against the wall, "I can only imagine. Look, Hannah, I really meant what I said before. You're safe here. I know that this whole thing contradicts that but I mean it. This is the safest place for the two of you to be. The dementors are outside, Dumbledore's here, there's Lupin - and he's turning out to be the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had, right?"

"He is."

"Well, you've got all that and you've got... well, you've got us. Your friends. You've got me."

I smiled for the first time that night and reached out to him, pulling him into an embrace. "You're a sweetheart, Percy."

Harry grinned at me before leaving the room, eager to tell his friends that he had finally produced a patronus. It hadn't yet taken a form, but it was there and it was exciting to see.

I felt a weight lift from my body, knowing that if the dementors were to attack him again he would be able to protect himself. I was scared enough on the train ride to school when he'd first encountered them and I'd been even more horrified when he'd fallen off his broom at the quidditch match. He'd fallen from such a high distance that at first I'd thought he was dead. Thank God for Madam Pomphrey or I really think I would've had a heart attack. I couldn't imagine if he'd have to go through something like that again - I really didn't think I could take it.

"He's coming along."

I bit my bottom lip and looked towards the door that Harry had left slightly ajar. "Mhm. I'm glad. Well, relieved more than anything, I think. I won't have to worry as much. Not about dementors, anyways."

He stepped closer to me and I reached out, my fingers latching onto the pocket of his cardigan sweater, pulling him slightly closer. "I'm so grateful that you're here, you know. I'm not quite sure what I'd do without you."

"You would've done fine."

"Maybe. It wouldn't have been the same though. We both know you're a much better teacher than I am."

"I'm sure you would have figured it out."

I tried not to smile as I readjusted my seat on the desk before he came even closer, my legs spreading to let his body almost connect with mine. "I'm trying to pay you a compliment and show my appreciation, you know. You're making this very difficult."

He laughed as I moved my hand from his pocket and began fiddling with one of his buttons. "I'm sorry."

I raised my brows and payed close attention to a lose thread, "it's alright. If you won't let me voice my appreciation there are always other ways that I could show you."

I tentatively looked up at him and was very pleased to see that he looked as if I'd flustered him. "Are you at a loss for words, Professor? Because you know, what I'd really like to do to you doesn't require any words."

He let out a breath and while my libido instantly rose at the sound I knew that my teasing would be just that: teasing. Neither of us wanted to rush this. Well, our brains didn't but our bodies obviously were not in agreement with that decision.

I swallowed and slid a bit to the side, hopping onto the ground before quickly moving away from him and towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

I licked my lips, "goodnight, Professor."

I wanted to make it back to my room, I really did, but the pressure was building and I didn't think I could last long enough and I really needed this. I turned to the right and practically ran to a bathroom stall and locked it behind me before I sat down, lifted my skirt up and ran my fingers over the fabric before slipping them into my panties. It took only moments for me to finish, the question of whether or not my words had made Remus want to finish himself off in my absence quickening my release.

I felt ridiculous as soon as I finished. What was I doing doing this in the girls' washroom. Something must be wrong with me. He doesn't even have to do anything and I'm almost ready to cum. I wasn't sure how long I would be able to endure this "taking it slow" before I would need to do something incredibly drastic.