I got up from my seat and grabbed my just-completed test and walked the few paces down the hall to McGonagall. "Professor." She looked up from her book and reached her hand out, grabbing the sheets from me. "You may leave. Quietly." I nodded and turned around, quickly grabbed my things and stepped out the door, relieved that it was over. I'd been worrying about that exam for over a week and I'd tried to study harder than I normally would have considering this was my last year and I really wanted to do a good job since this was my last chance.

I'd been thinking about that a lot. About what I would do after Hogwarts was over for me. I hadn't come up with much yet, though. It was hard. For such a long time my main focus was to do well in school and to protect Harry, it seemed strange to have to think about myself in that way. I wasn't sure what I would do and I was grateful that I still had seven months to think about it.

I also wasn't sure what would happen with Lupin and I. We hadn't been secretly seeing each other for very long and I didn't know if this was something that he would want to continue after I graduated. I was really hoping he would, but a little bit of me wondered if maybe he would grow out of it. I knew I wouldn't, but him, I wasn't so sure about.

I sighed as I reached the entry to the Gryffindor common room, "fortuna major." After the excitement the Fat Lady hadn't yet gone back to her usual habit of stalling and singing for every student who came by, and for that I was thankful. Not that I want people to be afraid for their safety but still, she'd been doing it since I had started school six years ago and while sometimes I didn't mind, it can get extraordinarily frustrating at times.

I dropped my books onto my bed and moved towards my dresser, opening it and pushing my clothes around, trying to decide what to wear. I picked a pair of black leggings and a slightly baggy and long beige sweater before slipping them on and stepping into a pair of boots. It hard started to get colder outside and I'll be the first to admit that the castle doesn't always have the warmest temperature on the inside. Or maybe it was just me - I am usually cold.

I grabbed a gold necklace off my nightstand and slipped it over my neck, admiring it for a moment before checking the time and realizing that Harry's quidditch practice was about to start. After the break in I had a conversation with Dumbledore and he had told me that while he already knew Harry was on my mind a lot of the time could I please take extra precaution when it came to him, and that included following him around a little more. He told me he'd feel better if we stuck together. Because of that, I had felt a bit like a tag-along recently. It seemed kind of strange to me, having to hang out more with three 13 year olds and spending less time with people my own age, but then again, the man I like is old enough to be by father so what the hell should I care about not hanging out with other 17 year olds?

I made my way down to the pitch but not before stopping off in the Great Hall where dinner was just starting and grabbing cup of coffee to go, while also explaining to my friends where I was going and why I wouldn't be eating with them.

There was a slight breeze outside and I smiled as I spotted Harry in the air. I understood how much he enjoyed everything about quidditch and the fact that he was on the team. It made him feel like he fit in more and I was always pleased that he had that for himself. Too bad about his broom, though. I had suggested to Harry that over Christmas holidays we could maybe go to Gringotts and take a bit of money from our vault and buy a new one for him, but he refused and said that he didn't want to spend our money on something like that. "This borrowed broom is just fine," he said. That much was true, but I knew how happy he'd been with his Nimbus 2000 and I would've preferred he get something better.

When I reached the stands I was surprised to see just the one person I'd hoped to. "Remus. What are you doing here?"

He smiled and patted the seat next to him, which I gladly took. "I've been asked to watch over Harry during practices. After what happened with Sirius Black you can't be too careful."

I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee, "no, you can't."

A silence took over and we both watched the team run through a few of their drills. I'd thought about trying out for the team once or twice, but I'd never been much for team sports and always decided against it. And anyways, I liked having free time outside of classes, and that was something I wouldn't have been able to afford as much had I gotten involved with quidditch.

I took my eyes off of the pitch and moved them towards Lupin. "You know if I didn't think that anyone would notice I would kiss you."

The corners of his mouth rose and he looked at me. "I would very much enjoy that."

"Well, I should hope so or else I'd have to be very embarrassed right now."

He moved slightly closer so that our arms were almost touching, but not close enough that it might look like we were too comfortable with one another. "Would you like to hear a confession?"

"Ooh, I'm always up for one of those."

"Alright... I often find myself becoming distracted during the classes you're in."

I lifted my hand up and grabbed my hair, pulling it to the side. "Really?"

He nodded, "I do. My mind wanders from what I'm meant to be teaching and I think of you, and how I'd much rather prefer to be alone with you."

My breathing picked up and I took another sip of my drink, trying to appear as calm as I had been moments before. "And what do you do then?"

"I try to keep my eyes off you. Focus on what I'm supposed to do. And it works. Sometimes. But not all the time."

"And what do you do when it doesn't?"

He took a deep breath and continued, "and when it doesn't, I find myself needing to hide behind my desk."

I couldn't help but let out a little laugh at what he'd just said. Not because I found it at all funny, I really didn't, but what he'd said had gotten me incredibly aroused so quickly and for some reason it made me feel unsure of myself. "Oh."

I looked back at Harry for a moment, not forgetting the real reason I had come down there, before turning my body slightly towards Remus, leaning in. "Do you ever touch yourself when you think of me?" I pulled back slightly and looked at his face, his eyes were locked with mine but he didn't give me an answer so I kept going, "because I touch myself when I think of you." My eyes scanned the features of his face. The scars, the blue of his eyes, his mouth. "Thinking of you always gets me off."

He touched his hand to my thigh, "Hannah, I -"

A whistle was blown and we quickly moved apart, the moment broken but the sexual tension infinitely not. I stood up and started to walk down to the change room area to meet up with Harry and I could hear Remus wasn't far behind me.

The slowless of the Gryffindor quidditch team getting off the field and changing into their normal robes was becoming increasingly frustrating. I was in dire need of either some alone time or some quality time with a certain R.J. Lupin and they were seriously taking their sweet time.

Oh thank God. "There you are, Harry. What took you so long?"

He furrowed his brows and scrunched up his nose, "what do you mean? I only took like, five minutes. I didn't even shower."

"Oh, well, I don't know. It seemed like longer than that... and you shouldn't skip showers, Harry."

He rolled his eyes at me and began walking, "yes, Mum."

I might've gotten mad at his cheekiness had I not been so preoccupied with the extreme desire I was currently experiencing for the man that was walking just behind me. I tried to take my mind off of it, "you looked really great out there, Harry."

He grinned back at me, "thanks. Wood's been getting us to practice even harder. After our last match we can't afford to lose another one if we want to win the cup."

I wanted to tell him that not winning the quidditch cup didn't mean the end of the world but I didn't want to burst his bubble. He seemed excited when he thought about it and I really didn't want to ruin that for him.

When we reached the castle doors I felt a hand on my arm, pulling me to the side. "Hannah." I looked up and saw Remus staring down at me. "Yes?" He yanked me close and leaned down to whisper, "can you meet me tonight? In the Astronomy Tower. Please." I nodded before he let go of me an turned away, walking down the hall.

"What was that about?"

I jerked my head to look at Harry, "it's nothing. Don't worry."

I looked at the clock on my bedside table and saw that it was nearing midnight. I wasn't sure what time Remus was thinking I should meet him at but I'd hoped he'd remember that I would need to wait until everyone was in bed so that I could sneak out and not get caught by anyone patrolling the halls, and that included Percy. He's a very good friend to me but I didn't doubt that he would turn me in as fast as anyone else. He took a lot of pride in being Head Boy and I suppose I had to respect him for that. But still, you'd think I could get away with a little more being one of his best friends and all.

I hadn't changed out of my clothes when I'd hopped into bed about an hour earlier. I wanted to make getting out of the common room undetected as easy as possible. I didn't want to waste my time having to change out of my pajamas.

I slipped my boots back on and slowly opened the door, trying very hard not to make it squeak as it sometimes does before closing it behind me and quietly jogging down the stairs.

The walk to the Astronomy Tower seemed far longer than usual but I suspect it was because I was so very eager to see him. After getting back to the common room I was bombarded by my friends who insisted on keeping me preoccupied up until bed time so I hadn't had a chance to relieve myself of any of my earlier sexual frustrations, to which I was severely disappointed.

As I made my way up the final few steps I saw him, facing the window. He leaned slightly against the wall and I almost didn't want to say anything to him. He seemed so content.

"I hope you haven't been waiting long."

He turned around and smiled, removing his hands from his pockets, where he usually kept them. "Hannah."

I crossed the final step and moved across the room, standing at the bottom of the staircase that lead up to the window. "I'm sorry. It took a while for everyone to fall asleep. I would've been here earlier otherwise." I noticed he wasn't moving from where he was so I decided to go to him. He surprised me by reaching out and grabbing me around my waist, connecting his lips with mine. I'd been waiting ages to kiss him and the relief that flooded me was more than welcome. He released me sooner than I wanted but I stepped back anyways and touched one hand to the rail behind me.

He put one hand back into his pant pocket, "I've been wanting to do that all day."

I let out a little laugh, "so have I." I moved from my place and stood beside him, peering out the window. I couldn't see much, it was so dark outside being this late. But I could make out the stars. "So... why did you want me to come here?"

"It wasn't obvious?"

"Well I mean, I have an idea..."

He laughed and stepped towards me, "if you have to guess then maybe I should be more forward." I wanted to ask him to clarify that for me but I didn't get a chance as he lunged for me, pressing me up against the glass and placing his hands on the sides of my face, connecting his mouth with mine once more. I groaned in surprise and that seemed to encourage him as he kissed me harder. Unsure of where exactly to put my hands I touched them to his arms and felt the muscles in his contracting. "Remus."

He growled slightly at the sound of his name which caused the heat I was growing accustomed to to travel to the pit of my stomach. He didn't give me a chance to think before he attacked my neck, causing me to draw a complete blank and only focus on the pleasure that he was giving me. I let out a breath, "ah." He slid his hand down my stomach and pushed it up my sweater, his fingers tickling my skin before placing his hand on my left breast. He squeezed and I inwardly cursed at myself for neglecting to take off my bra before going to bed earlier that night. He pushed the fabric aside and skimmed over my nipple before pinching it, making me practically mewl in response.

I reached out and grabbed him, making his hips connect with mine and I could feel the effect that our rendezvous was having on him. I went to undo the buckle of his belt but he stopped me. For a moment I was disappointed and thought that maybe I had done something wrong but he just looked down at me and smiled before he moved his hand from beneath my sweater and stopped at the hem of my leggings.

I felt as if I couldn't breath as he slowly slid his hand down and rubbed his fingers on my most sensitive area. I hadn't been touched like this in so long and the feeling was almost overwhelming. "I want you, Professor."

The look on his face made my want of him inside of me even stronger. "Please, I..."

He didn't respond but pushed two fingers up and into me, curling them towards himself. He hit the perfect spot and I groaned and reached my arms out, pulling him towards me. I kissed along his jaw and the small amount of scruff that he had neglected to shave was rough against my face but I didn't care. I kissed towards his mouth and licked his bottom lip before I gasped, I was so close.

He pulled his fingers out and I whined, only a few more movements and I would've cum. Hand grabbed my ass, lifting me up with incredible ease and wrapping my legs around his waist. My head hit the window in surprise but the pain turned to pleasure as he ground his hips into mine. I gripped at his cardigan, desperately wanting it off of him but I couldn't concentrate long enough to undo the buttons.

The feeling of him rubbing against me was insatiable but I wanted more. I wanted his pants off and I wanted him to really fuck me but I couldn't bring myself to pull away and make that a reality. The feeling was too exquisite. He moved faster and his breathing became laboured, making it clear to me that he was close. "Hannah."

The sound of my name upon his lips made a rush of pleasure run through me, bringing me to my release. I almost screamed at the complete and utter relief that I felt as the waves of my orgasm hit me and with one final thrust into me he came.

After a few moments he released me and my feet dropped to the ground. I straightened myself up before looking back at him. For a second he looked nothing other than extremely satisfied before his eyes met mine and the look turned into one of guilt.

"Remus." I reached out and grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers. He looked away from me and in an attempt to draw his attention I lifted his hand up and kissed the centre of his palm, placing his hand on my cheek. "Hey."

He said nothing but returned his gaze to mine and seemed to relax. "There's something that I want to say and I want you to listen to me completely: You and I both know that because of what's happened to Harry and I that I'm older than my 17 years gives me credit for. I'm old enough to make my own decisions and you are in no way taking any advantage of me... I know what I'm doing. And I know you haven't said that but I understand that how's your feeling, it's obvious. But I want you, Remus, and I'm not going to let the fact that you're my teacher and I'm your student stop that from happening. And I hope you're not going to, either. Okay? Screw Hogwarts regulations. They're meant to be broken anyways."

He smiled and turned to me before I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tip toes and gently kissed his lips, moving my mouth to his ear. "This can just be our very dirty little secret."