296 Ways to Seduce a Teacher: Ch. 4
Title: 296 Ways to Seduce a Teacher
Author: _demonsblade_
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: R
Genre: AU, romance, drama, angst, fluff, humor
Warning: Slash, mild chanslash (6-year diff.), boy/man snogging, boy/man sex
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: All characters © J.K. Rowling
Summary: AU. Remus has been hired to tutor the Black heir, Sirius. But it seems Sirius has a few things to teach him, as well. Can this possibly the start of a friendship...or something more? And what will happen if the Blacks find out?
Teaser:
Now that he thought about it, things he had always found weird about himself made sense. It was like pieces of memory were coming together to complete the puzzle. This explained his fascination with Quidditch players, but his utter disregard for the game. This explained why he had always felt uncomfortable changing with other boys. This explained why he had always paid better attention in Care of Magical Creatures and Divination-classes with young male teachers.
If you haven't read the previous chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Sirius was stunned. He sat frozen in place on the sofa, touching his lips wonderingly until he lost track of time.
What in the world had just happened?
He couldn’t help the smile that slowly tugged at his lips. Sirius definitely hadn’t meant for that to happen, surely. He hadn’t even dared to dream that much. But it had happened.
Remus had kissed him.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered to the empty room.
A few more minutes passed before Sirius realized that Remus had been missing for-he glanced at the clock-twenty minutes! And judging by Remus’s reaction to the incident, he was probably off searching for the highest window in the house to jump out of.
“Shit,” Sirius swore, standing up. He had to find Remus. The man could have drowned himself in the toilet, for all Sirius knew.
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Remus jerked up at the sound of someone pounding on the bathroom door. He ignored it. Maybe if he didn’t answer…
“Professor?”
No such luck.
“Professor?” Sirius called again, worry evident in his voice. “Open up, Professor.”
Still Remus made no move to open the door.
“Okay, look,” continued Sirius. “I’m sorry about what happened. I don’t know what came over me. I’m really, really sorry. Will you open up now?”
You’re sorry? I’m the one who-
Remus couldn’t even make himself form the words in his mind. How in the world was he going to face Sirius?
“Please come out, Professor. I’m sorry. Are-are you mad at me?” Sirius paused, obviously awaiting an answer that never came. “You haven’t died in there, have you?”
That startled a chuckle out of Remus, despite his condition. Sirius was taking this so lightly, as if it was standard practice for him to snog his teachers-which Remus dearly hoped it wasn’t. Maybe they could get over this. Maybe things really could return to normal.
“Professor?”
Remus pushed himself off the floor, straightened his clothes, and pulled open the door. Sirius stood with his hand raised as if he was going to knock again.
“Sirius,” he croaked. “I’m so-”
“It’s all right, Professor,” Sirius interrupted gently, meeting Remus’s eyes unflinchingly. “We’re both at fault. Let’s just forget it ever happened.”
“Oh…o-okay.”
Remus was at a loss. He hadn’t expected Sirius have such a laissez-faire attitude toward the incident. Sirius was showing a lot more maturity than he had given the boy credit for, a circumstance that Remus was entirely unprepared for. He didn’t know what to say, so instead he nodded and followed Sirius back to the study in silence.
When he thought back on it, Remus didn’t know how he got through the rest of the afternoon with his dignity intact. All he remembered was that he kept stuttering and blushing…a lot. Sirius made it marginally tolerable by acting for all the world as if he hadn’t just kissed his teacher and then stopped said teacher from wanting to commit suicide.
By the end of their lessons, Remus was completely and utterly confused. What was the boy playing at? There was no recognition whatsoever in Sirius’s eyes that anything had happened. The silver orbs were as blank as they had been the first day of lessons. At least it made it easier for Remus to teach.
That night Remus settled down in front of the fire with a steaming cup of herbal tea in one hand and Sirius’s essay in the other. He felt a sick twisting in his stomach at the thought of reading the essay. Who knew what Sirius could have written?
Holding it at arms length as if expecting it to explode any minute, Remus slowly unrolled the parchment and turned it toward the light.
Homoeroticism in the Grecian Empire: An Essay by Sirius Black
He sighed. Had he expected anything less? Remus steeled his nerve and kept reading.
Homosexual behavior was an accepted and intrinsic part of Greek life, especially for men. Although egalitarian homosexuality was uncommon and even unheard of at the time, institutionalized paederasty evolved into a time-honored tradition indulged in by the upper and middle classes.
Remus was impressed in spite of himself. This was considerably more than a childish essay written with the purpose of making the teacher squirm. Not that it didn’t make Remus squirm. But it did so in a way that made it seem like Remus was the one at fault for not being able to stomach the technical handling of the issue.
Sighing, he laid the corrected paper aside and stared into the fire, letting all his emotions wash over him. Then the fire changed-and for a second Remus thought that it had flared up. But then he realized the extra redness was just hair-Lily’s hair. Lily’s head was sitting in the fire like some comic parody of a kettle.
“Lily!”
“Remus,” Lily greeted with a smile. “So sorry I didn’t drop in yesterday. Something came up.”
“No worries.”
“How are you? How’s the teaching going?”
Remus tried to school his face into a blank expression, but he must have failed miserably, for Lily grew worried.
“Is everything okay, Remus?”
He debated with himself on whether to tell Lily or not. As embarrassed and vulnerable as he felt telling her, he needed her advice. He had no one else to turn to.
Remus slid onto his knees on the hearth and faced Lily solemnly.
“I-I don’t think I can do this anymore, Lily.”
“What? Why? I thought everything was going great!”
“That’s just it. Things are a little too ‘great’ and it’s starting to scare me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Remus took a deep breath, trying to word the sentence carefully. “I think I’m getting a little too…attached. A little too personally involved.”
Lily raised a thin eyebrow. “Isn’t that a good thing? Dumbledore said that this Sirius Black needed guidance…from not only a teacher but a friend, as well.”
“You don’t get it, Lils! I’m getting attached in the…wrong way.”
Lily didn’t reply but just watched him intently, obviously waiting for him to continue. He covered his face with his hands.
“I kissed him,” he mumbled quietly.
There. He said it. Remus clenched his eyes shut, waiting for the ax to fall. But the shouts he expected never came. Instead, when Lily spoke, it was with a voice shaking with gentle concern.
“You kissed him? Why?”
“I don’t know. He just sort of came at me and before I know what’s happening, he had his mouth fastened to mine.”
“So it wasn’t your fault.” It wasn’t a question.
“I could have stopped it!” Remus cried bitterly. “I could have pushed him away, shouted at him, anything! But instead I just sat there-just sat there.”
“Did you kiss him back?”
Remus’s ashamed silence was answer enough.
Lily was quiet for a while, and when Remus looked up at her, she met his gaze and held it.
“Relax, Remus. It’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad? I snogged my student!” he shouted.
“Okay. It’s bad,” Lily relented with a sigh. “But it’s not the end of the world.”
“I’m a bloody pedophile. I think that qualifies as the end of the world.”
“You-are-not-a-pedophile,” she said, enunciating each word clearly. “You’re barely six years older than him.”
“I’m his teacher!”
“You’re not a middle-aged man and he’s not a child. He’s sixteen; you’re twenty-two. That is hardly a large age gap.”
“Hardly,” he snorted sarcastically. "Besides, he’s still a minor."
“Not for long,” she pointed out fairly.
“All right…but he’s still male,” he said stubbornly.
“True. I never imagined you’d be the type to swing the other way,” she said, a hint of a smile at her lips. “I guess that just goes to show one must never make assumptions.”
“But-”
“It’s all right to be attracted, Remus. Just-keep it in check, at least for now.”
“For now? What does that mean-for now?”
“It means,” said Lily, speaking in a slow, patient voice as if explaining two plus two to a curious five-year-old, “wait until he’s seventeen.”
Remus snorted. “And we’re assuming he’ll still like me then?”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
“I don’t even know why he likes me now. I mean, maybe he just gets a sadistic, evil pleasure out of leading me on.”
Lily let out a long-suffering sigh. “Remus, we’ve been over this countless times. You’re an attractive, kind, intelligent young man with a great personality. I fail to see why anyone wouldn’t fall for you.”
“You didn’t.”
“Because I know you could never return my feelings. You once said that I look like your sister. And now we know I’m the wrong sex, too.” Lily looked him over curiously. Remus fidgeted under the scrutiny. “I guess this explains why you’ve never been interested in girls?”
“Well,”-Remus thought hard, frowning-“I never really felt anything extreme enough to be called an infatuation for a girl. And it would explain why I always felt giddy around several of the Quidditch players at Hogwarts…and why any girl I ever found interesting was undoubtedly…er…masculine.”
Now that he thought about it, things he had always found weird about himself made sense. It was like pieces of memory were coming together to complete the puzzle. This explained his fascination with Quidditch players, but his utter disregard for the game. This explained why he had always felt uncomfortable changing with other boys. This explained why he had always paid better attention in Care of Magical Creatures and Divination-classes with young male teachers.
“This-this explains a lot, actually.”
“See? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re still Remus. You just know yourself better now.”
The tremendous weight in his stomach lessened.
“And I’m still your friend, Remus. Nothing will change that.”
“Thanks, Lily,” he said with all the sincerity he could show. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.”
“Probably trying to hang yourself with your socks.”
Remus smiled reluctantly. “Can’t say the thought didn’t cross my mind.”
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Sirius stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed and momentarily satisfied. Things with Remus were exciting enough, but the constant temptation was doing nothing for his libido. Just a thought about his teacher was enough to cause the blood to rush to certain areas of his body that would do well to remain unnamed.
He dressed quickly; he needed to put in an appearance for dinner. His mother was attending some sort of women’s dinner party, so he only had to put up with his father. And as long as he kept out of his father’s way and didn’t do anything to annoy him, Sirius was pretty much ignored-which is what he wanted. His mother, however, was constantly jumping at any opportunity to prove that he was the good-for-nothing blood traitor that she claimed he was.
His father was waiting for him, it seemed. He was seated at the head of the highly polished mahogany table and scowled as Sirius entered.
“Sit,” was the cold command. His father avoided his eyes, a sure sign that something had gone wrong.
Sirius seated himself and began on his dinner, not having much of an appetite but not wanting to explain it to his father. They ate in silence until his father cleared his throat significantly.
He looked up to find a reflection of his own silver eyes glaring coldly at him. Sirius felt his dinner turn into a cold lump in his stomach. Something was wrong; he could judge by his father’s guarded actions.
“Sirius, there is something we must discuss.” His father paused, apparently at a loss at how to start the conversation. Sirius met his eyes boldly, but the man’s face was a frigid mask-a sign Sirius knew meant that he was suppressing anger. “The house elf…mentioned something. It seems as if this teacher…you were…” His father trailed off, his face reddening. The mask was slipping, and Sirius knew it was only a matter of time until he was the object of his father’s wrath.
Suddenly, a thought came unbidden into Sirius’s mind-a horrible, ugly, gruesome thought.
He knows. His father knew what he had done…and he, Sirius, was going to pay dearly for his moment of fun.
Chapter 5
Author: _demonsblade_
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: R
Genre: AU, romance, drama, angst, fluff, humor
Warning: Slash, mild chanslash (6-year diff.), boy/man snogging, boy/man sex
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: All characters © J.K. Rowling
Summary: AU. Remus has been hired to tutor the Black heir, Sirius. But it seems Sirius has a few things to teach him, as well. Can this possibly the start of a friendship...or something more? And what will happen if the Blacks find out?
Teaser:
Now that he thought about it, things he had always found weird about himself made sense. It was like pieces of memory were coming together to complete the puzzle. This explained his fascination with Quidditch players, but his utter disregard for the game. This explained why he had always felt uncomfortable changing with other boys. This explained why he had always paid better attention in Care of Magical Creatures and Divination-classes with young male teachers.
If you haven't read the previous chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Sirius was stunned. He sat frozen in place on the sofa, touching his lips wonderingly until he lost track of time.
What in the world had just happened?
He couldn’t help the smile that slowly tugged at his lips. Sirius definitely hadn’t meant for that to happen, surely. He hadn’t even dared to dream that much. But it had happened.
Remus had kissed him.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered to the empty room.
A few more minutes passed before Sirius realized that Remus had been missing for-he glanced at the clock-twenty minutes! And judging by Remus’s reaction to the incident, he was probably off searching for the highest window in the house to jump out of.
“Shit,” Sirius swore, standing up. He had to find Remus. The man could have drowned himself in the toilet, for all Sirius knew.
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Remus jerked up at the sound of someone pounding on the bathroom door. He ignored it. Maybe if he didn’t answer…
“Professor?”
No such luck.
“Professor?” Sirius called again, worry evident in his voice. “Open up, Professor.”
Still Remus made no move to open the door.
“Okay, look,” continued Sirius. “I’m sorry about what happened. I don’t know what came over me. I’m really, really sorry. Will you open up now?”
You’re sorry? I’m the one who-
Remus couldn’t even make himself form the words in his mind. How in the world was he going to face Sirius?
“Please come out, Professor. I’m sorry. Are-are you mad at me?” Sirius paused, obviously awaiting an answer that never came. “You haven’t died in there, have you?”
That startled a chuckle out of Remus, despite his condition. Sirius was taking this so lightly, as if it was standard practice for him to snog his teachers-which Remus dearly hoped it wasn’t. Maybe they could get over this. Maybe things really could return to normal.
“Professor?”
Remus pushed himself off the floor, straightened his clothes, and pulled open the door. Sirius stood with his hand raised as if he was going to knock again.
“Sirius,” he croaked. “I’m so-”
“It’s all right, Professor,” Sirius interrupted gently, meeting Remus’s eyes unflinchingly. “We’re both at fault. Let’s just forget it ever happened.”
“Oh…o-okay.”
Remus was at a loss. He hadn’t expected Sirius have such a laissez-faire attitude toward the incident. Sirius was showing a lot more maturity than he had given the boy credit for, a circumstance that Remus was entirely unprepared for. He didn’t know what to say, so instead he nodded and followed Sirius back to the study in silence.
When he thought back on it, Remus didn’t know how he got through the rest of the afternoon with his dignity intact. All he remembered was that he kept stuttering and blushing…a lot. Sirius made it marginally tolerable by acting for all the world as if he hadn’t just kissed his teacher and then stopped said teacher from wanting to commit suicide.
By the end of their lessons, Remus was completely and utterly confused. What was the boy playing at? There was no recognition whatsoever in Sirius’s eyes that anything had happened. The silver orbs were as blank as they had been the first day of lessons. At least it made it easier for Remus to teach.
That night Remus settled down in front of the fire with a steaming cup of herbal tea in one hand and Sirius’s essay in the other. He felt a sick twisting in his stomach at the thought of reading the essay. Who knew what Sirius could have written?
Holding it at arms length as if expecting it to explode any minute, Remus slowly unrolled the parchment and turned it toward the light.
Homoeroticism in the Grecian Empire: An Essay by Sirius Black
He sighed. Had he expected anything less? Remus steeled his nerve and kept reading.
Homosexual behavior was an accepted and intrinsic part of Greek life, especially for men. Although egalitarian homosexuality was uncommon and even unheard of at the time, institutionalized paederasty evolved into a time-honored tradition indulged in by the upper and middle classes.
Remus was impressed in spite of himself. This was considerably more than a childish essay written with the purpose of making the teacher squirm. Not that it didn’t make Remus squirm. But it did so in a way that made it seem like Remus was the one at fault for not being able to stomach the technical handling of the issue.
Sighing, he laid the corrected paper aside and stared into the fire, letting all his emotions wash over him. Then the fire changed-and for a second Remus thought that it had flared up. But then he realized the extra redness was just hair-Lily’s hair. Lily’s head was sitting in the fire like some comic parody of a kettle.
“Lily!”
“Remus,” Lily greeted with a smile. “So sorry I didn’t drop in yesterday. Something came up.”
“No worries.”
“How are you? How’s the teaching going?”
Remus tried to school his face into a blank expression, but he must have failed miserably, for Lily grew worried.
“Is everything okay, Remus?”
He debated with himself on whether to tell Lily or not. As embarrassed and vulnerable as he felt telling her, he needed her advice. He had no one else to turn to.
Remus slid onto his knees on the hearth and faced Lily solemnly.
“I-I don’t think I can do this anymore, Lily.”
“What? Why? I thought everything was going great!”
“That’s just it. Things are a little too ‘great’ and it’s starting to scare me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Remus took a deep breath, trying to word the sentence carefully. “I think I’m getting a little too…attached. A little too personally involved.”
Lily raised a thin eyebrow. “Isn’t that a good thing? Dumbledore said that this Sirius Black needed guidance…from not only a teacher but a friend, as well.”
“You don’t get it, Lils! I’m getting attached in the…wrong way.”
Lily didn’t reply but just watched him intently, obviously waiting for him to continue. He covered his face with his hands.
“I kissed him,” he mumbled quietly.
There. He said it. Remus clenched his eyes shut, waiting for the ax to fall. But the shouts he expected never came. Instead, when Lily spoke, it was with a voice shaking with gentle concern.
“You kissed him? Why?”
“I don’t know. He just sort of came at me and before I know what’s happening, he had his mouth fastened to mine.”
“So it wasn’t your fault.” It wasn’t a question.
“I could have stopped it!” Remus cried bitterly. “I could have pushed him away, shouted at him, anything! But instead I just sat there-just sat there.”
“Did you kiss him back?”
Remus’s ashamed silence was answer enough.
Lily was quiet for a while, and when Remus looked up at her, she met his gaze and held it.
“Relax, Remus. It’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad? I snogged my student!” he shouted.
“Okay. It’s bad,” Lily relented with a sigh. “But it’s not the end of the world.”
“I’m a bloody pedophile. I think that qualifies as the end of the world.”
“You-are-not-a-pedophile,” she said, enunciating each word clearly. “You’re barely six years older than him.”
“I’m his teacher!”
“You’re not a middle-aged man and he’s not a child. He’s sixteen; you’re twenty-two. That is hardly a large age gap.”
“Hardly,” he snorted sarcastically. "Besides, he’s still a minor."
“Not for long,” she pointed out fairly.
“All right…but he’s still male,” he said stubbornly.
“True. I never imagined you’d be the type to swing the other way,” she said, a hint of a smile at her lips. “I guess that just goes to show one must never make assumptions.”
“But-”
“It’s all right to be attracted, Remus. Just-keep it in check, at least for now.”
“For now? What does that mean-for now?”
“It means,” said Lily, speaking in a slow, patient voice as if explaining two plus two to a curious five-year-old, “wait until he’s seventeen.”
Remus snorted. “And we’re assuming he’ll still like me then?”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
“I don’t even know why he likes me now. I mean, maybe he just gets a sadistic, evil pleasure out of leading me on.”
Lily let out a long-suffering sigh. “Remus, we’ve been over this countless times. You’re an attractive, kind, intelligent young man with a great personality. I fail to see why anyone wouldn’t fall for you.”
“You didn’t.”
“Because I know you could never return my feelings. You once said that I look like your sister. And now we know I’m the wrong sex, too.” Lily looked him over curiously. Remus fidgeted under the scrutiny. “I guess this explains why you’ve never been interested in girls?”
“Well,”-Remus thought hard, frowning-“I never really felt anything extreme enough to be called an infatuation for a girl. And it would explain why I always felt giddy around several of the Quidditch players at Hogwarts…and why any girl I ever found interesting was undoubtedly…er…masculine.”
Now that he thought about it, things he had always found weird about himself made sense. It was like pieces of memory were coming together to complete the puzzle. This explained his fascination with Quidditch players, but his utter disregard for the game. This explained why he had always felt uncomfortable changing with other boys. This explained why he had always paid better attention in Care of Magical Creatures and Divination-classes with young male teachers.
“This-this explains a lot, actually.”
“See? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re still Remus. You just know yourself better now.”
The tremendous weight in his stomach lessened.
“And I’m still your friend, Remus. Nothing will change that.”
“Thanks, Lily,” he said with all the sincerity he could show. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.”
“Probably trying to hang yourself with your socks.”
Remus smiled reluctantly. “Can’t say the thought didn’t cross my mind.”
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Sirius stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed and momentarily satisfied. Things with Remus were exciting enough, but the constant temptation was doing nothing for his libido. Just a thought about his teacher was enough to cause the blood to rush to certain areas of his body that would do well to remain unnamed.
He dressed quickly; he needed to put in an appearance for dinner. His mother was attending some sort of women’s dinner party, so he only had to put up with his father. And as long as he kept out of his father’s way and didn’t do anything to annoy him, Sirius was pretty much ignored-which is what he wanted. His mother, however, was constantly jumping at any opportunity to prove that he was the good-for-nothing blood traitor that she claimed he was.
His father was waiting for him, it seemed. He was seated at the head of the highly polished mahogany table and scowled as Sirius entered.
“Sit,” was the cold command. His father avoided his eyes, a sure sign that something had gone wrong.
Sirius seated himself and began on his dinner, not having much of an appetite but not wanting to explain it to his father. They ate in silence until his father cleared his throat significantly.
He looked up to find a reflection of his own silver eyes glaring coldly at him. Sirius felt his dinner turn into a cold lump in his stomach. Something was wrong; he could judge by his father’s guarded actions.
“Sirius, there is something we must discuss.” His father paused, apparently at a loss at how to start the conversation. Sirius met his eyes boldly, but the man’s face was a frigid mask-a sign Sirius knew meant that he was suppressing anger. “The house elf…mentioned something. It seems as if this teacher…you were…” His father trailed off, his face reddening. The mask was slipping, and Sirius knew it was only a matter of time until he was the object of his father’s wrath.
Suddenly, a thought came unbidden into Sirius’s mind-a horrible, ugly, gruesome thought.
He knows. His father knew what he had done…and he, Sirius, was going to pay dearly for his moment of fun.
Chapter 5