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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 Seven – Exploring Vibrations

I could not get the memory of Professor Lupin holding my hand out of my head. It was driving me insane. At night I used to lie in bed and stare amazingly at my open hand, the hand he held. And if I pretended hard enough, I could still feel him holding it.

What was more amazing was that he had seemed to get quite affected by the skin contact too. To me he had seemed flustered. He had avoided eye contact with me, perhaps to hide something?

And there was that vibration in the air around him. I was now completely sure that I was the only one feeling it, because it got stronger the closer he was, and it was very powerful when we touched. If it had been the same with anyone else, I would have noticed it when he directed other students by touching and guiding their hands and posture. I had not seen anyone looking at him oddly or anyone asking about it. So I decided that I would.

At Christmas he had said that if I ever needed to get away from everything or talk to someone, I could come to him. So one Sunday I had managed to summon all the courage I needed, excused myself from the common room and went in search of his office.

I had never been in the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office. But after finding that window Professor Lupin and I sat in that day during Christmas, it wasn't difficult to find the door with his name on it. I took a deep breath, and knocked.

Almost immediately Professor Lupin opened the door. He looked quite different without his teaching robes on. He had light brown tweed pants, a grey shirt and a brown cardigan that was clearly home knitted. The pants were patched in the knees, and you could see that the cardigan was very well used. But somehow, he pulled off the shabby look very well.

"Miss Farraday!" He looked surprised to see me, but stepped aside and opened the door all the way. "Do come in. What can I do for you? Do you have any questions about our duelling this week?"

I stepped inside and took in the room. Shelves full of books covered one of the walls, from floor to ceiling. There was a tank with a grindylow by one of the other walls, a chest that was shaking slightly, and other creatures I recognized, small and large, waiting docile in their tanks or cages to be used in classes. In front of a tall window at the back of the room was a desk, filled with rolls of parchment, quills and ink bottles. By the bookcases was a small table with a teapot and several cups. Around the table were two very comfy looking chairs. I liked it, it felt safe and warm.

"Please, have a seat." Professor Lupin motioned for one of the brown leather chairs.

I sat down on the edge, watching him sitting down in the opposite one.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you?" I asked, looking at all the papers on his desk.

"No no no." He waved his hands. "I welcome an excuse to take a break." He smiled at me.

My heartbeat started racing again. "You said I could come here if I needed to talk to someone."

"I did. I'm guessing this is not about class?"

I nodded, staring down at my hands, folded in my lap.

"Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, please," I whispered. I was losing my courage. How on earth could I talk to him about this?

While pretending to be very interested in my fingernails, I saw him in the corner of my eye, magically filling the teapot with water and boiling it up. I couldn't help but turn my head, so I could watch his hands work with pouring it into two cups, adding tea bags, stirring.

"Here," he said, holding one of the cups out for me.

I looked up, meeting his amber eyes, feeling a small blush cover my face. "Thank you." I took a firm hold of it, letting it warm my hands.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping the tea. I could taste caramel and honeybush. It was delicious.

"Have you enjoyed the duelling lessons?" Professor Lupin suddenly asked.

I turned to him, letting my hands rest the teacup in my lap, still sitting at the edge of the seat. "Yes, very much. I think we're all grateful to learn proper duelling."

"Good."

I tried to summon my courage again. "Uh, Professor, I've wanted to ask you..." I hesitated. "There's something I've noticed, and I don't quite understand it."

When I didn't say anything else, he urged me on. "What is it, Miss Farraday?"

I tried to look into his eyes again, but found that I couldn't. So I focused on a spot behind him, forcing myself to speak. "I've felt this kind of hum, or vibration or something, in the air around me, whenever you are a couple of feet away from me. It seems to be coming from you. It doesn't feel like it's a bad hum, quite the opposite really, but I don't understand it. What is it?" I was rambling now.

My eyes didn't waver from the spot in the bookshelf behind Professor Lupin. And he didn't say anything. I was too afraid to check his reaction. I didn't know why I felt so self-conscious, but I did.

Eventually Professor Lupin spoke: "A hum?"

Out of habit I looked at him. "Yes. Whenever you are near enough."

"Like now?"

I nodded slowly, closed my eyes and let it wash over me. "What is it?" I whispered.

"I'm not quite sure," he said just as softly. "Have you felt anything like it before?"

My eyes opened again, and I finally looked him in the eyes. "Never."

He had a look in his eyes that made my insides squirm in delight. His amber eyes stared into mine, was I mistaken if I saw longing there? With slightly shaking hands he put his teacup on the table between us. Then he stood up and walked to the other side of the room.

Without him having to say anything, I understood what he wanted to know. "It's gone now. When you are behind the desk in the classroom, and I sit at the front desk, is the furthest away I think."

Slowly he stepped closer. After five steps I gasped. It was vibrating furiously now, more than ever. "There it is," I said breathlessly. "It's strong now, stronger than it's ever been I think. It's really getting to me."

"I can't believe this," he muttered. "How is it getting to you?"

"It's nothing bad. It just feels warm, safe, pleasant, and... Well, something else. It's kind of overwhelming. What does it all mean?" I could hardly say that I was also getting quite turned on by it.

He sat down in the chair again. "I don't think it's anything you need to worry about. Clearly it's just the magic in one of us acting out."

Yeah right. I raised my eyebrow at him disbelievingly. "From the way you reacted when I told you, I hardly believe that." Somehow I found courage in the unbelievable vibrations from him, the same vibrations that made me weak at the knees.

I saw his jaws tighten, and his voice was detached. "Whatever it is, it's nothing we can do anything about now."

"Please, Sir, I need to understand." I begged, trying to let it shine through my eyes how much I really needed to know.

"Please, Miss Farraday, I think you should leave now. I need to get back to my paperwork." He stood up and walked towards the door, signalling that this was the end of the conversation.

Defeated and dejected I put down the tea I had only taken one swallow of, stood up and walked over to Professor Lupin. He had not yet opened the door, even if he said he wanted me to leave. His eyes were stormy and thoughtful at the same time, burning into my own. "Please, Professor Lupin," I whispered, so close now I had to look up slightly to meet his eyes. I was swimming in this 'magic out of control', letting it fuel my daring.

He looked almost desperate now, but his entire being was also shaking slightly, as if he was controlling himself, holding something back. "I'm sorry, Miss Farraday, but I have work that needs to be done before classes tomorrow. I'll see you in class on Tuesday, I expect you to deliver an excellent essay on duelling traditions." His voice was hoarser than usual and cracking slightly.

I sighed. "Okay, Professor. I'll see you on Tuesday, excellent essay included." I reached for the door handle, but his hand was on it and his body was covering the rest of the door. "Professor Lupin, if you want me to leave, I'm going to need to get to the other side of that door."

His head spun to the handle, to me, and to the handle again. "Of course. Sorry." He quickly retreated and left it to me to open the door.

With heavy footsteps I stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind me.

I took my time to get back to Gryffindor Tower, thinking all the way. I didn't have much experience in knowing when a boy, or man in this case, was interested in me. But I was fairly sure that Professor Lupin wasn't entirely uncaring about me, apart from the care he had for the rest of his students.

Magic out of control. Right. It might be some truth in it, but seriously. If someone's magic really was out of control I was sure that Headmaster Dumbledore, or even the Ministry, would know about it and take action immediately. It had to be a part of his, or even my or both, magic that was leaking for some reason. And the leaking magic of one was somehow linked to the other.

Something linked me to Professor Lupin.

I loved the thought of that. I felt so warm and excited inside I had to turn around and see if he was following me. It was the exact same sensations as when he was near. But he was nowhere to be seen.

I now both looked forward to and dreaded Defence Against the Dark Arts on Tuesday.
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