WHAT'S SO WRONG WITH WHAT WE DID?

DANICA DIDN'T KNOW WHO LET CLAUDIA INTO THE COMMON ROOM, but she didn't appreciate it when her best friend woke her by jumping on her bed. Dan groaned and tried to shove the girl off.

"Five more minutes," she mumbled tiredly. She'd hardly gotten any sleep, her anxious thoughts consumed with Remus.

"No deal. We've got to make you hot for Professor Daddy," she said, smirking. It was a good thing that Danica's other roommates were already out of the room.

Danica opened her eyes and peered at her best friend, wondering if she was serious. "I don't want to be hot for him. I want to wear a brown shapeless frock so that he never looks at me again."

"Well, even still, I bet he'd be happy to rip it off you," she mused before pulling Danica out of bed. "C'mon. First day of our final year. Don't let a man make it miserable for you. And you're gonna get to help out at Quidditch tryouts after lessons. It'll be a great day."

"You only say that because Cedric will be all hot and sweaty at tryouts," she grumbled with a sly smile.

"I mean, I'll be there to support you, but yeah, he's the real reason I show up."

Thirty minutes later, the pair were walking hand in hand to the Great Hall. Thankfully, Danica noticed right away that Professor Lupin wasn't at the table, which brought her great relief.

And despite all her fighting, Claudia did make Danica look nice. Her hair was pulled back in a yellow silk ribbon, it matching her uniform. And her skirt was rolled up, but that was more-so because it was one that her parents bought secondhand, as they couldn't afford brand new robes and uniforms each year. Molly hadn't had a chance because of their trip to Egypt to take in the waistline for her.

"Who'd you wanna sit with? Not my lot," Claudia said. The choices for company were either the Hufflepuff table or the Gryffindor one, where a gaggle of redheads were waiting for their sister.

"Wanna sit with Perce," she said, heading to her brother, who was quickly eating his eggs. He didn't want to dare risk being late for class. "How are those fancy Head Boy quarters treating you?"

Percy smiled at his sister and swallowed his mouthful before speaking — he was the only one with proper table manners. "It's amazing, Dan. You'll have to come see my room. It's twice as big as mine at home."

Of course, most standard bedrooms were larger than theirs at the Burrow, but Percy was still excited.

"Now, we share most every class this term since you're taking the minimum class requirements," Percy said, pulling out his timetable. "We've DA first. Professor McGonagall told me you've met Professor Lupin already. What did you think of him?"

"Yes, what did you think of him, Danica?" Claudia asked with a smirk as she loaded her plate with biscuits and grape jam.

"He was nice, I suppose," she mumbled, biting her cheek. "McGonagall seems to think that he's quite competent, so that'll be nice for a change."

"Well, I heard from Ron that he stopped that Dementor on the train. It takes quite a lot of talent to produce a corporeal Patronus, which is a good sign. I don't suspect Professor Lockhart could've done as such," he said, turning his nose up. Out of everyone, Percy probably hated Lockhart the most just because he was so stupid and refused to teach them the proper material.

"Well, here's hoping his lessons with Dan pay off," Claudia said, still smirking a bit. "I bet they'll hit it off great."

Danica stomped on her friend's foot, making her snicker.

Breakfast continued on like that — Danica trying to make conversation with her brother and Claudia making innuendos about Professor Lupin, each one making her flustered.

It was safe to say that Claudia wouldn't be letting this go any time soon.

Danica wanted to be amongst the last to arrive to Defense Against the Dark Arts so that she could sneak in and sit in the back. But Percy, ever the overachiever, wouldn't have that. So, they were the first three to arrive, each taking a seat on the front row. Thankfully, a few Ravenclaws filed in after them, so they weren't alone with the professor.

Remus was sorting papers at his desk, however he kept glancing over at Danica nervously, who was avoiding eye contact.

Claudia couldn't help herself as she leaned in and whispered in Danica's ear. "Uncross your legs and give him a show under the table."

Danica scoffed and hit her friend hard, making her cry out. "Merlin! I thought you were a Chaser, not a Beater. Professor, what is your policy on violence in class?"

Danica wanted to murder Claudia as she caught Professor Lupin's attention. He raised an eyebrow at them and shook his head. "Laying your hands on another is frowned upon, Miss Weasley. You'll do well to avoid it in my classroom, no matter if Miss Spencer is egging you on."

"I certainly wouldn't mind if she laid her hands on me," Marcus Flint said as he waltzed into the room, catching what Lupin had said.

Danica rolled her eyes as the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team came up to her. She didn't even notice how Remus tensed when Marcus took a strand of her dark hair and tugged on it. Danica shrugged him off, only for him to put his arm around her shoulder, which made her even more uncomfortable, which everyone could see.

"I think the detentions would be worth hitting you right in those teeth of yours," Claudia said, rolling her eyes. "And get off her, you leech."

"Take a seat, Mr. Flint," Remus said in a stern voice, a dark look in his eyes. "Class is about to begin."

As Flint scoffed and stalked to the back of the class to join his hands, Danica caught Remus' gaze. She mouthed a silent 'thank you,' and he simply nodded in reply.

"Alright, class," Professor Lupin said, clearing his throat a bit as he addressed them all. "Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I am your new professor. And I have something very exciting for you today."

"Now, I know you're seventh years and need to be preparing for NEWTS, but we've come across something rather special in the castle. According to Professor McGonagall, you didn't have a practical lesson when you covered this in third year, so I thought we'd start today with a treat. We have our very own Boggart. Now, who can remind me what that is?"

Of course, it was Percy who raised his hand. "An amortal shape-shifting non-being that took on the form of its observer's worst fear."

"Brilliant. Ten points to Gryffindor," he awarded. "And the incantation is Riddikulus. You must force the Boggart to assume a less frightening state and defeat it with laughter. Now, if you'll all form a line, we shall get started."

Everyone was rather excited, as last year, Lockhart's lessons had been agonizingly boring. And Quirrell, because of his skittish nature, never dared to bring anything even remotely interesting or dangerous into the classroom.

Danica was just glad that it was a spell she knew, which Percy made sure she knew how to perform. Though she wasn't sure what her greatest fear was consciously, she knew she'd be able to perform the spell.

Not eager to go first, she moved behind Percy and Claudia. To help ease the mood, Professor Lupin also began playing music on a record player, and Danica's head shot up when she heard the song that had been playing when she walked into the Muggle bar and sat next to him.

Remus refused to look at her as he stood next to the shaking chest containing the creature. "Are you ready, Mr. Weasley?"

"As always, Professor," he said, raising his wand.

As Professor Lupin opened the door, the dark mass crept out, quickly taking on a new form. Danica tilted her head in confusion, seeing a duplicate of Percy, who was looking in horror at Professor McGonagall.

She was telling him that he'd lost his position of Head Boy.

Though Danica wanted to laugh, thinking it was rather silly to fear something like that, she held back and watched as her brother performed the spell. In an instant, a group of kittens appeared and attacked McGonagall, making everyone laugh loudly.

Up next was Claudia, who swore when the kittens turned into a clown. "Oh, fuck me," she muttered, a grimace on her face.

"Go on, Miss Spencer," Lupin encouraged with a nod.

"Riddikulus," Claudia said clearly. The red nose on the clown began growing and growing, like a shiny balloon. Then it popped and the air slowly began letting out of it, causing the clown to deflate, its limbs flailing like a real balloon sculpture.

Claudia snickered at how stupid it looked before heading back to her seat, leaving Danica up next. She stood before the clown and watched as it began to morph and shift.

Like her brother, she saw a duplicate of herself. But she wasn't the only one there. Behind her stood her parents — her real parents, them draped in their Azkaban robes. And there, on Danica's bare arm, was the Dark Mark that his followers used to sport.

Though she was trembling, hating the thought of turning into someone so evil, she raised her wand and weakly muttered the incantation. "Riddikulus."

Suddenly, her parents burst into a cloud of butterflies, which swarmed around the copy of Danica, who began swatting them away in annoyance. It made the real Danica laugh, as she'd always hated butterflies, finding them annoying despite their beauty. Then she stepped aside, letting Katherine Henson to, a Ravenclaw girl.

There were lots of common fears — bugs, Voldemort, the darkness, a few even had their parents yelling at them. By the time class ended, everyone had a chance to go, and no one had failed to stop the Boggart, which Professor Lupin praised them for.

Danica thought she was in the clear as she and Claudia headed for the door, but then Professor Lupin was calling her back.

"To talk about our lesson on Friday," was his excuse.

So, after Claudia winked at Danica, she went back to her desk and silently sat, waiting for everyone else to clear out. Then when the room was empty, he came to stand in front of the table she was at. Slowly, she looked up his long body, meeting his conflicted gaze.

"Yes, Lupin?" she asked innocently.

"I was too caught off guard the night before, but it is imperative that what occurred between us stays a secret. No one can know," he told her.

Danica bit her tongue, refraining from telling him that someone already did.

"And it's to never happen again," he said, sounding quite disappointed as he said it aloud.

"What's so wrong with what we did?" she asked, wanting to hear what he was thinking. Surely, he'd been as consumed with her as she was with him. Her longing couldn't be one sided.

"Because," he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm far too old for you."

She actually scoffed at that, knowing he was lying. "You didn't have an issue with my age before. It's just because you're my teacher, and you know it."

"Well, it certainly doesn't help the current situation," he muttered.

She nodded and looked at her hands. "And by current situation, you mean my one night stand ending up being my Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Yes," he said flatly. "Thank you so much for saying it out loud and making it harder to deny."

"You want to deny it?" she asked, feeling a bit hurt. "I - I know I'm not that experienced, so it wasn't good for you, but—"

"Is that what you're worried about?" he asked, lowering himself to her height, trying to get her to look at him. "That I didn't enjoy myself?"

She glanced at him shyly. "Did you?"

"Merlin, I can still taste your cunt. Of course, I enjoyed myself, Sweetheart."

She let out a whine at his filthy words and rubbed her thighs together, only for his hand to come down on her knee, keeping her legs apart.

"But it cannot happen again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir," she said a bit breathlessly, only thinking about his hand on her skin. So, she covered his hand with hers, tracing the lines of his long fingers, recalling what it felt like to have them inside of her.

"So much longer than my own," she had breathed out, her head on the pillow as her eyes stayed screwed shut.

She was missing out on the beautiful sight of Remus' two fingers driving in and out of her as he kissed along her chest.

"Your own, yeah?" he groaned, just picturing her pleasuring herself. "Wanna touch yourself for me, baby? Show me how well those fingers fit inside you. Give me a show."

It was like Remus could read her mind as his eyes darkened, thinking of the same moment. His throat felt painfully tight as he looked down at the beautiful girl, wishing more than anything that he could take her then and there, bending her over his desk and fucking her from behind while she was still wearing that short little skirt.

But that went against all his morals and he knew it would be abusing his power, so he removed his hand. It didn't matter if they met before he was her teacher. Things were different now, and it was forbidden. It was wrong.

And it wouldn't happen again.