Floating Candles - Professor Lupin x Reader [Fluff]

Synopsis: You're alone in the Great Hall before the holidays. Your crush joins you, just as lonely and just as melancholy.

Notes: Merry early Christmas everyone. (My queue posted this waaaay too early) Hope it's a great one ❤️💚

@evyiione

You sit alone at the dining table in the Great Hall, listening to the charmed Christmas carols drifting from their magical sources as candles float above you like enchanted stars. It's a beautiful setting, and while you're not technically supposed to be in here outside of dining hours, you had sneaked in to enjoy the quiet ambience, free of any other well meaning, rowdy students excitedly preparing for the approaching holidays. It was times like these that made you miss home, and it hurt your heart even more knowing you couldn't return to visit over the break this year. But Hogwarts was your home, more so than your real one now, and Christmas here on the castle grounds always put you in the spirit.

This morning, Professor Sprout had taught you all how to grow magical mistletoe (the dangerous kind, laced with Amorentia) and Harry and Ron had ended up kissing during a demonstration. That ended as you would expect-- with a lot of chuckles, applause, and lip scrubbing. In potions, Snape had finally conceded to the students begging him to teach the bottomless hot butterbeer spell, which was really quite simple, at the end of the day.

Now full of butterbeer and with love on the mind, you sit.

Defense Against The Dark Arts today had been the only slightly somber class, the day before holidays. Professor Lupin didn't seem right... he seemed almost melancholy, and it made you wonder why. You always thought a lot about the DADA professor; his hands, his scarred face, his little lip twitch, his passion, his playful mischeif. You had a bit of a crush on him. If only you could catch him staring at you as often as you stare at him. You use your wand to bring a couple of the snowflakes from above down lower, watching them fall in front of you and dissolve on your hand, turning to icy ash.

Suddenly, someone comes into the room, spotting you.

"(y/n)?"

You set your wand down, and look over to see Remus. He takes a seat beside you on the bench, facing away from the table.

"Shouldn't you be... off running about with your house mates? Burying gifts and such, casting charms on one another's Christmas trees? Or, if you're the Weasley twins, widdling some poor wizard's tree into a knockoff Nimbus 2000?"

You smile, ducking your head.

"I felt like being alone today, professor."

He goes to get up. "Ah. I apologize if I'm intruding--"

You reach for his arm and take it, then realize the contact, blushing and letting go. "No. You're lovely company."

He chuckles, relaxing back into his seat. "You're not obligated to say so just because I am a teacher. I can be a frightful bore sometimes. See, when I was a student, I would have given anything to tell Binns he bored me half to death."

"No, no. I could never imagine you boring me," you smile, "You've got the most wonderful stories I've ever heard anyone tell."

It's his turn to blush. "I thank you for stroking my ego, Miss (y/l/n)." He sighs contentedly, watching the candles above you float. "It is beautiful, is it not?"

"Very," you nod, "I've never felt more at home."

He stares at you as you look up, and bites his lip. "That's exactly how I felt, when I was in school. Daresay, I still do."

You move a little closer to him along the bench, and gaze down.

"Professor Lupin?" you ask softly.

He looks at you, his brown eyes gentle. "My dear?"

You place your hand over his. "Do you have anyone to go home to over Christmas?"

He takes your hand in his, and holds it.

"I don't need anyone. I've learned that over many years of my life, you see."

You bite your lip, look around, and slowly tilt your head up toward him. He looks a bit surprised, but doesn't move away as you seal your lips to his, dragging your thumb across his palm. As you part, you keep only a few inches between the two of you, lips barely grazing.

"Everybody needs someone."

He tilts your chin up, and kisses you again, eyes closing this time as he holds you to him for a moment. You two part, both utterly enamored.

The portrait of Godric Gryffindor down the way begins to applaud, and Rowena Ravenclaw behind you hushes him. Helga Hufflepuff is sniffling across from you and Salazar Slytherin is making a face. You blush, and Lupin scowls at the paintings.

"Not a word."

You turn to him, still smiling. "Happy Christmas, Professor Lupin." He leans over to bump his shoulder against yours.

"Happy, happy Christmas... my dear Miss (y/l/n)."

Professor Lupin x Reader: Chance Meeting [Smut]

Synopsis: You miss the excursion to Hogsmeade with your fellow seventh years, but end up passing the time with your favourite professor instead. 

You stand on the bridge overlooking the river by Hogwarts, wishing you were down enjoying Hogsmeade with everyone else. You'd always wanted to visit the little town, but even in your seventh year now, you hadn't had the chance.

"Miss the pilgrimage?" a teasing voice asks behind you, and you turn. Professor Lupin... your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who was more handsome than half of the boys in your year. You brush your hair aside over your robes, snuggling deeper into your scarf.

"Professor." He nods. "No, I'm afraid I couldn't go. Nobody to sign for me."

"Really," Remus remarks, coming to stand next to you. His eyes flicker over you, and he sighs. "No... guardians?"

"Well-- it's complicated. It wasn't that I couldn't get it signed, it was that my guardians wouldn't sign. Messy ordeal that was, trying to explain what it was for."

"Your parents must know you're a witch, surely," Remus says slowly.

"Oh, they know, yes. My situation at home is complicated." You wave a hand. "Anyway, it's fine. I'll find time to go to Hogsmeade at some point... maybe when the year is over."

"That's right. You're in your seventh year, am I correct?"

"Yes," you murmur, and turn to him. "I wish I could have had more time for classes with you, Professor Lupin. The truth is, I..." you look down. "I've developed something of an admiration for you."

"Yes, I've caught you staring once or twice," Remus smiles kindly, patting your hand, "But it happens to the best of us, my dear. I had a teacher I greatly idolized when I was in school here."

"Were they... smart?"

"Oh, very."

"Attractive?" you venture, hiking up your skirt a little. Remus looks down, and blinks, lips parting.

"I... fear I forgot something back in the castle, I've must--"

"Professor," you let your skirt fall, taking his wrist, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things uncomfortable for you."

He looks down at your leg again, swallowing. "I know." He settles back into his leaning position. He rubs a hand through his messy hair, and sighs. "Feelings are terribly untidy things, aren't they?"

"They are," you agree, "You see, my admiration for you goes beyond respect for your teaching. I see you up there, sir, and all I can think about is you..." You look up at him, doe eyes blinking. He hasn't stopped you yet, but you don't know if you should continue. You'd already apologized...

Oh, but he was so close to you right now, mere inches, and self control was not an option anymore.

"...You, having your way with me." His shocked expression gives you more confidence to finish your confession. "When you saw me staring at you, could you see my wand under my desk, rubbing just barely up my skirt as I thought of you?"

"I think it would be best if I left you now," Remus repeats gently, turning and beginning to walk away, but you put a hand on his shoulder. At the contact, he turns back, and you look down.

"Sir... stay with me. Please. I can't help it-- it's all I think about."

You look so desperate, and his face softens. Looking down at you, he places both hands on your shoulders.

"You will always find you are welcome in my classroom, Miss (y/l/n). You must know that."

You look up into his amber eyes, and press your lips to his. His eyes close, and he takes your face in his hands, moaning slightly. You moan as well, feeling him sweep his tongue into your mouth. You smile through the kiss. You're snogging a teacher... and he's loving it.

Soon, he breaks off, and breathes out. "This is... not alright, this is incredibly inappropriate, I shouldn't have done that."

"It was perfectly fine," you say, "I'm an adult."

"But you're still my student. I can't have relations with a student, it would not be fair to you. Oh, what possessed me to do such a thing? Take advantage of you like that..."

"You're not," you affirm, taking both of his hands, "Professor Lupin. I need you." He looks at your for a second, then he shakes his head.

"You do not need me," he tells you softly, "I am twice your age, and you will regret it if we do what you are suggesting."

"Sir," you moan, reaching to tug your scarf off. His eyes fall down to your cleavage, and suddenly, he's tongue tied. "Please."

The repetition of the word snaps something inside of him, and he finally resigns himself to picking you up, holding you against the beam of the bridge. Pressing your lips together again, you smile as Remus reaches up your skirt, brushing your panties aside to feel how wet you are for him.

He quickly undoes his trousers, and you part your legs for him even more, your cunt already throbbing for him. You nearly moan as you see how big he is, and scoot your hips further forward, wrapping your legs around him. He holds you against the beam as he checks both ways to make sure no one is coming or can see. Then you put your arm around his neck and draw him down to your lips, capturing his and giving him the longest, sweetest kiss you'd ever given anyone. He pulls away breathless, and you blink up innocently.

"Sir... please fuck me."

He lets out a breath, and thrusts his hips forward, unable to resist your pheromones. His belt jangles as he thrusts in again, your mouth dropping as he stretches you perfectly.

"Professor!" you moan, rocking your hips down as he begins to move faster.

"I'm... afraid I'm close," he announces, almost in embarrassment, and you smile, holding onto him as you rock harder down, squeezing your pussy around his big, hard cock.

"You're so handsome, sir," you whisper, tilting your head back in a loud groan.

"You're gorgeous, my dear," he mutters, holding your neck so that you don't fall back, and suddenly, Remus thrusts perfectly, catching your g-spot and sending your orgasm burning through you.

"Ahhh, Professor Lupin!" you cry out, arching your back, and he curses, stalling as he cums inside of your clenching pussy.

When both of you have finished, Professor Lupin pulls out, and takes out a handkerchief, blushing.

"Sorry for the mess..." he says, attempting to clean your thighs, and you bite your lip.

"If you keep your hands there, I might just need another fuck."

He quickly looks at you, unable to stop blushing. "I... don't quite know what to do about this," he admits.

"A change of trousers may be--"

"You know what I mean, Miss (y/l/n)," he sighs, "You see... this violates every one of the rules in my code of ethics, when it comes to teaching. I've taken advantage of you in a moment of quiet reflection, and--"

"Remus," you cut in, "There's nothing you've done that I didn't want."

He hugs his cloak tighter to him, keeping the chill out. "Truly?" You nod, and smile as he takes your hand. "Then let's be on our way back to the castle now, my dear, where it's warm. Perhaps I can have the kitchen elves whip you up some butterbeer, to make up for what you would have had in town. They know my name in the Hogwarts kitchens, oh, very well from when I attended school here."

You follow him with a smile. This was better than an excursion to Hogsmeade.

Remus Lupin x Reader: Never Let Me Go [Smut]

Synopsis: You comfort Remus during a particularly hard night before the full moon. Set about two months after being hired by Hogwarts with Remus to teach Charms in Flitwick’s absence.

The moon is a sliver away from being full. Severus had to take over your husband's class today, as Remus had been too unwell to get out of bed. Back in school, he had always tried his hardest to attend classes the days before and after his change, but as he grew older, he realized that this was simply not realistic, as it would only belabour his healing process. 

You had already discussed the cycle and the designated procedures with Snape, the only other person at Hogwarts who could do anything to help. He was reluctant to be the substitute, but eventually gave in for your sake. He claimed that Remus had better be grateful for him covering up and explaining to all the concerned students why Professor Lupin needed a cane once every month. You assured him you were both very grateful, and he left it alone.

You stare up at the moon, hearing the howl of a wolf far off in the Dark Forest. Even after all these years, you still wondered how Remus felt when he heard that sound. Drawing you out of your thoughts, you feel your husband shift in bed, and notice his restlessness. The proximity to the full moon means he's currently a mess-- even more so, arguably, than afterward.

"(y/n)..." he whispers, and turns his head. You realize his face is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and your heart aches.

The moon cycle is complicated for your husband, but you've had a long time to get used to it, and now, you recognize the signs. The week leading up to a full one, Remus is in a very hard stage, where he feels both stimulated and as if every bone in his body is crushing together.

"I'm here," you whisper back, careful not to speak too loudly. His hand finds yours, and he takes a gasp of air as his eyes flutter shut. You wish you could do something... but you can only stay with him, and comfort him when he needs you.

"I could certainly use some chocolate right now," he tries to joke, but winces. You chuckle a little.

"I'm afraid your teeth would practically snap if you tried to consume anything tougher than lemon sherbets right now, love."

He laughs, and presses his head against your shoulder. “Mm, even chewing sugar like that would be painful." He shifts again. "Ah... I'm..." he tries to say, face pained and teeth biting hard on his bottom lip. You understand.

"Do you need help with it, Remus?"

Professor Lupin x Reader: Caught [Smut]

Remus has your hands pinned above your head, covering you with his body as he thrusts into you. You struggle against the hold, but to your delight, you can't get anywhere, his strength unparalleled by your smaller body.

"Professor... mmm, yes!"

"Ahh, that's brilliant darling, so good for me, that's just wonderful, yes..." The bed creaks underneath the two of you, Remus' hard, fast thrusts making the rickety old thing groan and protest.

"Remus!"

You gasp out his name as you come, clutching onto his back. Your name falls from his lips as well, the DADA prof pressing soft kisses to your chest and neck as you come down and he chases his climax.

You hear a soft knocking at the door to his private chambers. Lupin is about to call out to whoever it was to wait, but his sudden orgasm renders him speechless, garnering another knock.

"C-coming..." he eventually wheezes out, hips stuttering as his cum leaks out of you, and you giggle, leaning up to bite his ear.

"Think you just did, love."

He chuckles, going in for another kiss, but his name is called.

"Professor Lupin? Are you in there?"

It's Professor McGonagall. 

Professor Lupin x Reader: Welcome Feast [Smut]

Synopsis: You and Remus, who have been a couple since attending Hogwarts together, return to teach, Remus teaching DADA and you taking over Charms while Flitwick is absent. During Dumbledore’s droning welcome speech, Remus gets a little handsy under the table, which leads to things professors really shouldn’t be doing at school.

The candles floats above the great hall the same as they always had, as students file in and sit at their house tables. Memories fill you with pleasant nostalgia of your own days here at school.

Dumbledore stands at the front, opened with the beginning of his speech, then the chatter finally began to die down. 

“Welcome... to another year at Hogwarts!” he smiles, and another murmur ran through the crowd. Your husband leans in to your ear.

“Here we go.”

You grin. “Mm, I thought we’d escaped these frightfully dull speeches.”  

"He's gotten better, he's more enthusiastic now."

Dumbledore extends his arms. “First, allow me to introduce some new members of the teaching staff. It is my pleasure to welcome back one of Hogwarts' own alumni, Professor Lupin, as your Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher from last year." Everyone cheers, and you look at Remus in surprise.

"You never let on they liked you that much."

Remus blushes. Your husband is a humble man.

Dumbledore goes on. "--And with him this year comes the lovely Mrs. Lupin, also an alumni of this school, who will go by her maiden name to avoid confusion. I give you Mrs. (y/l/n), your temporary Charms professor while Professor Flitwick takes a much needed holiday." 

At their table, Ron turns to Harry. "Professor Lupin's married?!" he whispers. 

"Apparently," Harry replies, equally as surprised, and Hermione shushes them. 

"I think they make a smart looking couple." 

"You're such a sap," Ron mutters, and Hermione huffs at him as you and Remus share a kiss at the table, waving to everyone as Dumbledore gives an approving smile and nod. 

"Yuck," Harry and Ron grumble, and Hermione rolls her eyes. Up at the table as everyone claps, Remus leans into your ear again. 

“I told you they would love you." 

"They're obligated to clap," you smile, "They'll be reprimanded if they don't."

"Ah, but who couldn't love you? Just from the sight of your brilliant smile," Remus presses a kiss to your cheek. "I remember when I first saw you. First year, across the classroom. You were a popular (y/house)... I, at the time, was quite a shy little Gryffindor if you remember, unlike my boisterous friends.” 

“How could I forget?” you smile.

“For the longest time, I always believed you agreed to go on that date with me simply out of sympathy." 

You blush, smirking. "Perhaps I did. But you were a handsome boy, and you offered me chocolate. A girl doesn’t simply turn down chocolate." 

"No? Not even for Lockhart, constantly vying for your affection?" 

You both turn to see the pompous Ravenclaw. He had been newly assigned to the position of Ancient Runes professor this year after regaining his memories over the holidays. He is currently blowing kisses your way, only to get distracted by his own reflection in his spoon. You and Remus look at one another, and shudder. 

"Now, if it was your friend Sirius asking, darling..." you go on, and you both laugh. 

"Oh Sirius, yes," Remus chuckles, "You'd have to be mad to turn him down for me." You place your hand over his under the table. "Are you glad, then, that you agreed to see me?" Remus continues, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

"I haven't regretted it once since our wedding day," you smile earnestly. 

“Or night," he grins that rare boyish smile you love to see peek through his gentlemanly demeanor, "As I recall, you were moaning more than I do after a full moon." He leans down from your ear to press a kiss to your earlobe. 

"You're awfully handsy tonight," you comment. He responds by nibbling your lobe. "Oh, do stop it, love... we'll have plenty of time later for all that." 

"Problem is," Remus sighs, leaning back and taking a sip of his drink, "Later is a little too far away for my taste."