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A Wolf's Soul	By : sinfulsanctuary Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2410 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four – Commandeering Offices

November went and December came. Almost as if it had been planned by the weather gods, the insane rain that had been pouring down for ages switched instantly to snow on December 1st. And it didn't stop. It snowed nearly all day every day, and by the time Christmas came around, the white masses outside were so high that only the top of the windows on the ground floor were visible.

I had decided to stay at Hogwarts this Christmas. I wrote my parents early in December saying I wanted to stay because it was my last year, and that Tia had decided to stay too, so I wouldn't be lonely. Of course that was part of the reason, but I conveniently left out that I wanted to stay because of Professor Lupin.

Term finished and almost the entire student body went home. Tia and I did our holiday homework during the first few days and then lazed about the rest of the time before Christmas Day.

On Christmas Eve Tia decided she had something she needed to talk to me about. We were in the Gryffindor common room, by the crackling fireplace. I was quietly humming carols to myself while reading a book.

"I was just wondering," Tia started, her brows furrowed in thought. "I don't exactly know how to say this..."

"Go on," I pressed. "I can take it."

"I've noticed something. Do you-" She sighed. "Do you fancy Professor Lupin?"

My eyes bulged in surprise, I had not expected this.

"I don't even know why I asked, of course you do. It's obvious."

"It's obvious? What do you mean?" I asked desperately. I didn't want everyone to know, he could get sacked if anyone suspected something was going on between us.

Tia understood my horror. "I don't mean it's obvious to everyone. But I know you very well, and I can see it in the way you look at him and the way you're trying so hard in class. Are you trying to impress him by acting so clever?"

"Are you saying I'm not clever?"

"No, you are clever. Just not that clever, and you don't usually flaunt it like that."

"Yes, well, it's working isn't it?" I smirked. "He's said it himself that I'm very clever. And he always smiles so sweetly every time I answer a question. Not to mention all the points I get for Gryffindor!"

"I'm grateful for the points, but don't give me any details, please, Niamh!" Tia cringed. "It's strange enough that you fancy him, he's old! And he's a teacher!"

"I know," I said quietly. "I was just as shocked as you when I realised what I was feeling. But you know I've always been attracted to older wizards. And what's 15 years between two people really?"

"When you're only 18, it's a lot. If you'd been 25 or 30 it would be different."

I shrugged, it didn't matter to me. Feeling this way for Professor Lupin felt normal, safe and not the least bit strange or negative. "I can't help the way I feel, Tia."

She sighed, her eyes closed. She opened her eyes again and looked straight into mine, her face very serious. "Just don't do anything stupid. It would risk both his job and your place as a student here. They might not allow you to take the N.E.W.Ts."

"I promise." I took her hand. "I'm not going to jeopardise anything for either of us."

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Tia seemed satisfied with our conversation on Christmas Eve, because she did not mention it or my feelings for Professor Lupin at all after that. Nor did she pretend that the conversation had found place.

I did not know what to make of this. Was she that disgusted with what I had confided in her? Or did she not care? She was my best friend, and I knew she would support me no matter what, but I still wanted her blessing. Not that the situation were in a position that would need blessings to be granted, but I couldn't help but hope it one day would be.

Christmas Day, Boxing Day and the third day of Christmas went by without much happening. But on the fourth day, I decided I wanted to take a walk on my own. I left Tia and the handful of other students in the common room to stroll lazily around the empty school.

I enjoyed some solitude from time to time. Being surrounded by people all the time took its toll on you. Besides, walking around like this, without a target, was excellent for daydreaming. My imagination had always been very well developed, so it's safe to say I was a skilled daydreamer. I went through several vivid scenes in my mind, and was soon oblivious to the cold air in the hallways.

When I grew tired of walking, I found a wide window sill on the second floor, sat down and gazed out at the snow filled grounds. I was completely lost in thought when I heard someone clear their throat near me.

I whipped my head around and saw Professor Lupin, an amused expression on his face. "Hello, Miss Farraday."

I felt a furious blush creep up from my neck and colour my entire face, it felt like it coloured my hair red as well. The object of my daydreaming was standing right there. "P-professor! H-hi!" I stammered stupidly.

His amused expression grew at my obvious embarrassment. "What are you doing out here?"

"What are you doing here?" My defensive side kicked in without thought. "Sir," I added as an afterthought.

"My office is right down the hall." He turned and pointed.

"Oh," I breathed.

"You didn't answer my question."

"What? Oh, I just wanted some time to myself, so I've been wandering the castle. It's nice now that it's so empty." I turned around on the window sill, letting my feet dangle off the edge.

"I know what you mean. This place can get quite crowded."

"At least you have your office to hide in, all I have are thin curtains around my bed."

"That's true. I'm lucky," he smiled victoriously, but his eyes were teasing.

"Would you mind if I commandeered your office when I needed to? Without you in it of course, or the purpose would be gone." That last part was a lie, as I wanted very much to be alone with him in his locked office.

"I wouldn't mind at all, as long as you didn't break any school rules." His eyes were still sparkling mischievously.

"Darn, you got me there, Professor. I am pretty sure the school rules would discourage kidnapping of offices."

"I happen to know that there isn't something specific about that in the school rules." He now sat down next to me by the window. I could hardly hear what he was saying over the heartbeat in my head. "I know, because I read them while I was in school."

"You read all the school rules? Not voluntarily I hope?" I gaped at him. I had seen the rule book in the library, and it was the biggest book I had ever seen. The type was very small, the pages thin and it had to weigh at least 20 pounds. "I can hardly lift it!"

"I had to, didn't I? I was a prefect."

"Then you have to know about all the loopholes?" I was feeling brave now, because I really shouldn't ask a professor about that.

"If I did, I shouldn't be telling you about them, should I?"

That smile of his was blinding me. Instead of showing how it affected me, I tried to look disappointed by the fact that he wouldn't tell me about the school rules.

His smile then turned serious. "If you ever need to though, get away or talk to someone that is, my office is always open. It's my job as your professor, after all."

"Thank you. I appreciate that."

"As long as you don't commandeer my office when I let you in, of course." The smile was back.

"I promise," I said, looking straight into his amber eyes. There must have been something in my tone or my face, because he frowned and looked away.

We were quiet for a few moments. Then he sighed. "I have to go. I need to plan a few lessons and there are some essays that won't grade themselves no matter how many times I order them to. Don't stay out here too long, Miss Farraday, it's cold." He quickly touched my knee, stood up and walked down the hall.

I was so caught off guard I couldn't even say goodbye to him. I just sat there, mouth open, breathing ragged, feeling the burn of his long gone hand. Just like that time in class, when he touched my shoulder.

There were many long minutes before I had enough rational thoughts to realise I should be getting back to the common room. It was almost dinner time, and I wanted to change into something a bit warmer.

As I stood up, my legs were numb. I leaned on the wall for a moment, and they began prickling. Very unsteady on my feet, I made my way up the stairs to the seventh floor and the Gryffindor Tower.
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