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Façades	By : MorganaAlex Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandom harry potter or the characters in this story or their world that is the privilege of the great JKR, I make no profit from these words

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Disclaimer: I do not own the the fandom Harry Potter its characters in this story or their world that is the privilege of the great JKR, I make no profit from these words and the characters are not harmed by their actions detailed below.

Disclaimer 2: This story is erotic and will in parts be explicit, if you are under age or this material is illegal in your country then please read no further. This story hints at homosexuality and the main theme is an extramarital affair, if that is not your thing then please read no further. Everyone else enjoy :)

A/N: This story begins with the characters MM and AD, while they are married in this story, it is in name only; Minerva’s lover in this fic could be just about any male in cannon, however I have written it specifically for Remus Lupin.

If you have a moment please leave me a review, I don’t mind criticism as long as it’s constructive. Lol MA

Façades

By Morgana-Alex

I am standing here wondering why I bother to keep up the pretense that Albus and I are happy. I truly do believe that at one time we were blissfully contented to be together, however life has not been as fair to us as I would have liked. It has pulled us both in different directions and over the years – occasionally - in to the arms of others.

Yet here we are standing as Albus accepts the job as head of the order once more and I pledge to stand by him in his work and help in any way I can. The order knows that everything is not always as it seems but they stay silent, it would not do to question the great Albus Dumbledore.

It is easier to believe that we are the core of this family, that we are happy; in this time of war there are too many other casualties to think of, it would not do to add another.

There are moments when I remember the man I married all those years ago, when I can remember the love and passion that coursed through my body at the mere thought of him. But reality always breaks through to remind me that those things are as lost to me as my youth.

“Minerva?” I hear my name called, I have been caught in my day dream but I do not mind in the least.

“Yes Albus.” Polite indifference noticeable only to the man at my side.

“Minerva, we need to get going if we are to be at Hogwarts before dark.” His arm is outstretched - as if showing me the way – only I find it odd that he does not touch me, a sign that his current lover is watching his every move.

“Of course Albus.” I turn and walk towards the door, we have been though this charade before; I will not even ask his name I do not need to know.

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As the great oak doors close behind us I turn to say goodnight to the man beside me, we have not shared chambers for years, more to the point I know that we did not travel back alone.

“Goodnight Albus, I will see you at breakfast.” I do not wait to hear his reply, my acting for the evening is done, and I have entertainment of my own waiting in my chambers.

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My rooms are lit with only a few simple candles, and I know as I let my hair out of its confining pins that I am being watched, however this time I have no objection. I take my time to remove each and every pin delighting in the feel of silk beneath my fingers; it is almost as if I can feel the eyes of my lover caressing each strand.

My hair is loose and I shake my head in a final act of its release, I move my hands to the collar of my outer robes, as I undo each button in turn I know that this is exquisite torture for the other occupant of this room.

Twenty-seven buttons grace my robe and it takes me a good three minutes to unfasten them all, I smile at the knowledge that I have two more layers of clothing to go before my body will be in full view of my companion.

I get the feeling that the restraint being exercised by said companion will break in moments if I continue my strip tease – which of course I have, every intention of doing.

I move on to my light teaching robe next – on cold class days it is advisable to wear both – alas it has only 4 buttons and I cannot make anything but short work of them. As the robe itself slides to the floor I hear an intake of breath, the blouse it reveals is transparent and the skirt shorter than most would imagine me wearing, it falls somewhere mid thigh.

I turn slightly into the light of the candles allowing my watcher a better view of what still lies hidden and yet no move is made to join me.

My blouse is next, eleven buttons from neck to waist and I am tiring of this game, but I refuse to break first my lover will come to me, not the other way around. As the last fastening comes apart in my hands I shrug and the offending garment falls from my shoulders, at an agonisingly slow pace.

It exposes my upper body to the air and to the eyes of the man sitting in the shadows, still he does not move, yet his breathing has quickened.

I move to my skirt only one button and a muggle zip seconds pass before it pools on the floor at my feet and I kick it away, he stands and is behind me in a moment.

He unhooks my bra and pushes the straps from my shoulders running his hands down my arms and making me shiver. He is standing behind me his hands on my breasts, his need and passion is conveyed in his touch. I lean back savouring the sensations caused by his caress, he is walking me forward and it takes me a few seconds to realise I am flat face first against the wall my lover crushing his body to mine behind me, gyrating his hips letting me know just how aroused he is, I’m wet just thinking about him sliding in to me.

He is kissing the back of my neck where it meets my left shoulder, a sensitive spot he knows will have me trembling, I want desperately to kiss him to convey my passion for him with something other than an incoherent moan. He turns me around and the kiss that follows is bruising but wanted and needed and exactly the right thing to do in this moment.

My hands are clawing at his shirt; pulling it from his trousers I am desperate to feel his skin against mine, desperate to ease the ache in my core. At the first opportunity I push my hands under his shirt, revelling in the feel of his skin, I rake my nails down his back and he hisses arching in to me and if possible pushing me further in to the wall. He grabs at my hair pulling it, not enough to hurt but enough to tell me that I’m his even if only for now. I like it, so animalistic and incredibly arousing. My nails sink further in to his skin, marking my territory it’s a good thing he doesn’t have a wife to go home to or I’d have to rein myself in!

Remus lets go of my hair and slides his hands……

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A/N:Chapter 2 will be posted next week; boost a writers ego by leaving a few words in review. Thank-you for reading. Morgana x
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