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DANICA SELWYN-WEASLEY was the first real disappointment of the Weasley family. But did it really count if she'd been adopted at such a young age that she didn't even remember her real parents, who were shipped off to Azkaban for fighting alongside Voldemort in the first Wizarding War? She wasn't technically a Weasley — even though Molly threatened to hex anyone that said otherwise.

She belonged to Molly just as much as Ginny and the twins did, which warmed Danica's heart on days she was feeling particularly disappointing.

Sure, Danica was a poor student. So bad, in fact, that she failed her third year at Hogwarts and had to repeat it, putting her down in the same year as the ever-so-perfect Percy. And sure, she liked to sneak out, which had only gotten worse since she turned seventeen the year before and could Apparate. And last of all, she was a Hufflepuff, which dissapointed her real parents — not that she cared for their opinion — for not being in Slytherin as well as her adoptive parents for not being in Gryffindor.

Just because she was a bad student didn't mean she was useless, though. In fact, Professor Snape even considered her a potions prodigy. Just so happened that was the only thing she was good at — academically, at least. But Danica was a brilliant flyer.

Cedric Diggory said she was the best Chaser they'd had in years and she'd been on the team every single year except for fourth year when she was academically ineligible. But Bill helped her get her grades back up before shipping off to Egypt, leaving her with no one but Percy to help her.

And Percy, bless him, did manage to keep her from completely flunking out of school. He was just as familiar with the Hufflepuff common room as she was the library, which she hated. Though the two were night and day, she knew she owed her brother the world for helping her throughout school.

Now, he just had to make it through one final year, which would be hard given his extra duties as the Head Boy.

But his eighteen-year-old sister certainly wasn't going to make it easy on him.

Take now, for instance.

The morning of September, 1st had arrived, the sun not even up yet, and Molly Weasley was glaring at the empty bed in the Leaky Cauldron, indicating that her eldest daughter had snuck out the night before. No, Danica was instead tucked away in a bed in Muggle London, a complete stranger's arms wrapped around her waist, his own shirt covering her frame.

Danica didn't make habits of waking up in strangers' beds, but then again, they were at the inn he was staying at that was above the pub they'd met in the night before when she'd asked for one of his cigarettes, so it wasn't his bed. Technically.

With one sleepy look at the clock on the wall, Danica knew she was fucked. Her mother would no doubt be waking them all up to make their way to the train station soon, and she'd be nowhere to be found.

So, careful not to wake up the man beside her, she shimmied out of his arms. He let out a groan and rolled over, hiding his handsome face in the pillows.

Given that the comforter was bunched up around his waist, Danica took a moment to admire his lean and muscular back, tracing the light scars on his rough skin with her eyes, wondering where they'd come from. Then her cheeks flushed, seeing scratches of her own doing.

Embarrassed to be ogling the sleeping man whose name she didn't even know, she quickly sought out her jeans, finding them in a pile with the rest of his clothes. The girl searched high and low for her own shirt, not wanting to steal his, but came up empty-handed.

"It's by the nightstand," a low, sleepy voice spoke up.

In an instant, Danica spun around, her wide eyes falling on the man who'd silently woken up. And Merlin, he looked so pretty lounging shirtless on the bed, his arms behind his head and a tired smile on his perfect face. She selfishly drank in the sigh, tracing the soft outlines of his stomach, recalling just what was underneath the covers.

Shaking the dirty thoughts from her mind, Danica quickly sought out the shirt.

"Come back to bed. I've got at least another hour before I have to get up and catch my train," he said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

And Merlin, did she want to, thinking he looked so beautiful as he flashed big, brown eyes at her. But then she heard her mother's shrill voice in her head, and nothing could ruin the mood like Molly could.

"I have to get home," she said, going back to finding her shirt. Only to see it partially ripped down the front, as he'd gotten impatient with the buttons.

Danica scoffed and looked at him, noticing that he was simply smiling cheekily while reaching for a cigarette that was on the nightstand. "What am I supposed to wear?"

He sat up on his forearms after lighting it. "I'm partial to nothing."

She just rolled her eyes and dropped the shirt. "I'm stealing your clothes, Professor."

In their one night at the bar, he'd disclosed that he was a recently hired professor at a boarding school, and he'd loved the sound of her calling him that, much to her amusement. If only he knew she was still in school despite being eighteen — which he'd practically triple-checked before actually sleeping with her.

"I certainly don't mind," he said, loving how the loose collar slipped off her shoulder. She was so much shorter than he was, so the fabric dwarfed her. Then he cleared his throat, losing a bit of his confidence. "You must know, I don't... do this much. The whole take a girl home thing."

"Ah, so it's boys then?" she teased.

"Not since I was your age — boys or girl," he admitted. Truth was, he didn't know what came over him the night before. Danica had been so alluring and magnetic. Despite her age, he was hooked from the moment she sat next to him at the bar. Now, he was regretting that he'd probably never see her again after this.

"Trust me," she said, sensing his doubts. She moved to the best and stole the cigarette from between his lips, quickly kissed him. "You were perfect. More than perfect."

"Good," he said, smiling softly. "Are you sure you have to go?"

She glanced at the clock and grimaced. "I'm already dead."

"Then you can't be deader. Stay," he said, pulling her closer. Danica whined and fell against his chest. He was so warm and inviting — and fuck, she could feel him against her inner thigh.

"Tell you what," she grinned, pecking the underside of his jaw. "I'll stay if you can tell me my name."

His face paled, suddenly realizing what she had. They'd never even exchanged names.

"Well," he said, clearing his throat, "you responded to many last night. Shall I list them? Sweetheart. Darling. Baby—"

She cut him off with a laugh while rolling off of him, escaping his grasp and passing the cigarette back. "Good luck at your teaching position," Danica said while slipping her shoes on. "Though I think the girls will need more luck. You're far too handsome to stand before a classroom and not be considered a distraction."

He rolled his eyes playfully, the more insecure part of him believing that she was just showering him with false compliments like she had been the night before.

"At least let me get your name," he said as she headed for the door.

She smirked at him over her shoulder. "Where's the fun in that, Pretty Boy?"

Then Danica was scurrying out of the room, unknown to him, immediately Apparating home, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Thoughts of soft skin and heavenly noises that left her pretty mouth.

With her gone, Remus Lupin rolled back over on the bed, hiding his face in his pillow, seeking out another hour of sleep before he had to leave for his train, hoping he'd dream of the seemingly perfect girl that he'd never see again.