Challenge: Remus lupin/Draco
Challenger: Puppy of Hades
Due Date: Aug. 1
Notes: I wanted to write a pwp, but it refused to be anything more than fluff. Damned Lupin and his having morals�
Yet Another Detention Story
Draco had been very glad when Professor Lupin returned in his sixth year. Since then, the lean, dark-haired man had starred in several schoolboy fantasies; none of them even remotely appropriate for family viewing. Draco had even sketched him a few times, in between note taking and in his spare time. By now he knew those features quite well, the curve of a lip, the gleam of an eye� He shook himself mentally. That was no state of mind to be in when one was on one's way to detention. Especially when that detention was with the owner of those features. As he neared the classroom, the slytherin took a deep breath, cleared his mind of all such thoughts, carefully placed his customary haughty look across his pale features, and opened the door.
"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy, I wasn't expecting you so soon," said Lupin, without looking up. "Have a seat until I'm done with these, then we can begin."
Obediently, Draco sat, draping himself lazily over one of the chairs, letting his gaze drift where it would. It would, of course, come to rest on the professor, who was so engrossed in his marking that he didn't notice. Sensing that this was a battle he couldn't win, Draco enjoyed the view, until, finally, he looked up, a small smile playing across his lips.
"I am sure you will be gad to know that both Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley will be returning to classes in the morning," Draco snorted, "Now, since you seem to have mastered the icthydermatis curse, perhaps we should see how your defense is coming, given that that is the point of this class. Are you ready? With only that as warning, he began to assault his student with a steady barrage of increasingly powerful spells and hexes. With the ease born of long practice and natural aptitude, the blonde boy deflected, blocked, or otherwise avoided them all. After narrowly escaping on particularly nasty hex, he glared menacingly at his teacher.
"How dare you attack me like this," he fumed, "You nearly wrecked my hair!"
Lupin looked at him incredulously for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Very good, Mr. Malfoy, some of those spells would have given a seventh year trouble, and you're worried about your hair."
"I will have you know that my hair is an integral part of my defenses" came the indignant reply. The professor merely raised an eyebrow. "It is!" defended the pale slytherin. "May I go now?"
"I want you to organize some articles for me first. They're over there."
Draco looked at the indicated pile and groaned, it would take at least two hours. "Aren't there house elves--," he began, but was silenced by a look from Lupin. "Do you want them by date or subject?" he amended.
"Subject please," the professor said, and returned to marking assignments.
Draco began sorting through the articles, while resolutely *not* looking at Lupin. Meanwhile, his brain had a vigorous argument with itself.
'Damn, he's sexy when he's� well, actually he's just sexy all the time.'
'Yes, but he's a teacher'
'So?'
'So, teachers are off limits'
'Says who?'
'It's just a rule'
'Malfoys never play by the rules, remember?'
'Yes, but�'
'But what?'
'He's a werewolf?'
'Well, you can't have everything. Besides, he's a *sexy* werewolf.' At that point, his brain gave up, and let him to his fantasies. They were just getting interesting when he felt someone touch his arm. Looking up, Draco found himself face to face with the man he had just pictured, well, never mind. He looked away immediately, a flush coming to his pale cheeks. "S-sorry sir, I must have drifted off, " he stammered.
"That's all right," said Lupin, amusement obvious in his voice. "I was just marking the latest assignments for your class, and while yours was certainly most interesting, it doesn't quite meet the requirements."
Confused, Draco looked up again. "Sir?"
"See for yourself." The lean man put a piece of parchment on the desk. With horror, the boy realized it was one of the sketches he had done of his teacher, draped in silk, and not much else� but how had he managed to hand *that* in? Realization dawned, and he stood up, drawing his wand.
"I'm going to kill that imbecile," he snarled. "I *told* him it was the one *on* my desk."
Lupin grabbed him by the arm before he could storm off to the dungeons. "Calm down, I'm not going to penalize you. I assume you did write the essay?" Draco nodded, afraid to speak. "Good, now what do you propose we do with this?" he gestured toward the piece.
A gleam of defiance flashed in silver eyes. "I would like it back, Professor," he said coolly, ignoring the hammering of his heart due to his proximity to the older man.
Said older man chuckled. "No doubt you would. It is quite good by the way, although I never thought to see myself so, so�" he drifted off.
"A Malfoy is good at whatever he does" Draco intoned, voice level despite the rising heat in his face.
"I'm sure"
Having no reply that wouldn't get him in even more trouble, Draco stepped forward, intending to retrieve his sketch and leave. He stopped when he noticed that Lupin was still holding his arm captive. He looked up questioningly at his teacher.
Suddenly the both realized how very close they were to each other. Lupin licked his lips nervously, but made no move to back away. Draco stood frozen, his eyes memorizing every feature of the face that was only inches from his own. Almost of its own accord, a pale hand rose to caress soft dark hair. When the taller man didn't pull away, the hand (and its owner) threw caution to the wind and closed the gap between them, pressing a tentative kiss onto soft lips. His tongue darted out, tasting the mouth before it. Almost simultaneously Lupin opened his mouth slightly to allow that tongue entry and pushed Draco back roughly.
"No" he breathed, his voice husky. "I cannot"
Draco was about to argue, but thought better of it. With one last glance at his still stunned professor, he snatched his drawing from the desk and raced from the room.
Right into Professor Snape. The parchment flew from his hands to fall at the Potion Master's feet. Draco watched in horror as he bent down and picked it up. Snape's gaze flicked from the drawing to his favorite student, taking in everything, from the flushed cast of his usually pale skin, to the utterly horrified expression on his face. He handed the parchment back to Draco, who gulped.
"Really, Draco, I would have you to have better taste than that" he chided. "The man's a Gryffindor, for god's sake!"
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