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Remus Lupin moved through the Hogwarts’ long halls, his stride long and hurried, worry heavy in his heart. His destination?

Hospital Wing.

Remus wasn’t there when it happened. Quidditch had never been his passion and only James’ incessant nagging and their friendship ever compelled Remus to attend the matches. With his friend gone, Remus saw no need to waste his precious time, hours he could spend much more pleasurably with one of his many sluts.

Fool that he was.

While he was busy cavorting with dear sweet Amalthea Malfoy, Rose was busy almost dying.

Remus almost snarled in worry and frustration. Anger too for there were many guilty of the girl’s current predicament. Minerva and every single teacher present during the match, just how incompetent one had to be to miss a scourge of dementors swarming to the field? The Ministry too was guilty of neglect and sheer idiocy for placing those soul-sucking creatures so close to vulnerable youths.

His own persona wasn’t spared his share of the blame.

James and Lily might have been dead, the warmth and joy of their companionship gone cold and stale even in his memories, but their only daughter still lived.

Not that Remus had done anything to keep it this way.

Lady Black was skulking somewhere, no doubt planning to kill the last Potter and complete her treason. Dementors stalked the area around Hogwarts, their aura of depression a particular danger to the young Potter.

Merlin’s beard, even without all these dangers, Hogwarts was never a very safe place at the best of times.

And what had Remus done, when it was clear that Rose needed help and guidance from someone genuinely concerned for her safety and well-being? He snorted despite himself. His only thoughts of Rose had been those of a lecher, reeling in a tasty catch.

Remus still planned to bed Rose Potter - the young woman’s beauty was a thing to behold and her virginity would be so sweet to take. That was no excuse to leave Rose to her own devices, not when danger stalked her every move.

Fortunately for him and Rose both, there was no reason Remus couldn’t combine business with pleasure.

“Perhaps it’s time to change my tactics.” Remus thought as he neared the Hospital Wing.

XxXxX

Rose Potter’s day had gone from bad to worse to terrible in a span of a single quidditch match and its disastrous finale.

They lost and it was all her fault.

Oh, nobody was going to say it, of course. Everyone was supportive and understanding, from her teammates to Ginny and Hermione. No one blamed her for not catching the snitch in the horrible weather, just as no one mentioned Dementors.

And yet, Rose couldn’t shake off the feeling that if it wasn’t for her weakness they could have won.

If the Dementors didn’t have such an effect on her, perhaps right now the Gryffindor team would have been celebrating their victory.

She might have still had her broom, her precious Nimbus 2000..

“At least Professor Lupin wasn’t there to see me lose consciousness for the second time.” Rose thought, a little grin tugging on the corner of her mouth, before her mind turned to the more salacious rumours flying about her -man- professor.

That damnable hunk of a man certainly lived rent-free in her thoughts with all those rumours swirling around him.

There was no way Professor Lupin would fall for that witch Snape? Rose didn’t want to admit it, but it was a likely possibility. For all her horrible behaviour, Hogwarts resident Potion Mistress was a beautiful woman. It wouldn’t be strange for a hot blooded man like Professor Lupin to fall for her charms.

Rose frowned. No if there was any falling involved, it happened on Snape’s part. She couldn’t imagine Professor ever submitting to someone else’s will.

“If that bitch tried to spew her usual bile, Professor could easily shut her up with his fat throbbing cock.” Rose thought, her cheeks red with excitement.

Her imagination quickly painted a vivid picture of her Professor dominating Snape. His muscles rippling with barely restrained aggression, his piercing eyes bright with lust, his big strong hands gripping her neck, her breasts, his cock drawing every closer to her core….

Rose felt her cheeks redden as the Hospital Wing suddenly went from lukewarm to oven hot in seconds. This delicious warmth spread further and deeper, spurned by the lurid fantasies plaguing her mind. She could see it, clear as day, her darling Professor, her man, looming over her helpless nubile  body, his hungry eyes devouring her bare form, his iron hard cock ready and eager to plunder her depth and drag her into the abyss of carnal pleasure….

Without Rose noticing, she started to rub her thighs together, desperate to bring stimulation to her wet pussy.

Her hands began to snake their way to her stiff niples and heated core when suddenly the doors slammed open and a very familiar figure stepped into her sight.

“Eeep”.

Rose dove under her covers, as her face went from scarlet to deathly pale. Her treacherous pussy seemed to have only grown more eager from the danger of her shameful state being discovered.

Professor Lupin’s steps were loud in the emptiness of the infirmary and before long he was right by Rose’s bed. Even through the barrier of her blanket, Rose could smell the alluring scent of the man’s musk mixed with some nice cologne.

Despite her embarrassment, a hint of red returned to her cheeks as Rose squirmed beneath the covers.

“Rose.” Professor said, his voice rough but clearly trying to be gentle. “May I speak with you?”

Slowly, Rose peered over the cover of her blanket, making sure to conceal as much of her blush as possible.

“Yes.” She squeaked, flustered, but Rose didn’t let it stop her entirely. “What do you want?”

Professor seemed more amused than offended by Rose’s curt words. Thank Merlin. The last thing Rose needed was for her darling Professor to think her no different from that Malfoy skank.

With a casual wave of his hand and palpable exertion of his will, Remus Lupin summoned a spare chair.

Rose shivered, her nipples hard and eager for attention from this casual display of power and magical prowess. Just one more indication that her professor was the best.

“Figured I’d come and check on you, Rose.” Professor said with a warm smile.

Her own name was music to her ears when spoken by the Professor. Now if only he’d say harsher, with a more demanding tone and clear carnal hunger in his eyes…

Rose bit the inside of her cheek, squirming beneath her covers. Now’s not the time to indulge her youthful fantasies.

“I am good. All good. Perfectly fabulous even.” She said, hurrying to get the words out before she grew even more embarrassed. “But thank you. For the concern, I mean. It’s a pleasant surprise.”

Professor winced.

“Yes, I suppose that is to be expected considering my neglect of you.” He said and sighed. “James and Lily would have been furious with me.” He smiled, the expression on his face looked sad and fond at the same time.

“You knew my parents?” Eyes wide, Rose leaned forward, lust replaced by an entirely different kind of craving.

It should have been embarrassing for a young woman entering her third decade to be so desperate for anything pertaining to her dead parents, but Rose refused to feel any shame over it.

The family, the happiness, all of it had been stolen from her the day Voldemort attacked Godrik’s Hollow. All that was left for Rose were fading photos and other people’s recollections

“James has been my best friend since the first time we boarded the Hogwarts Express.” Professor grinned, suddenly looking a couple of decades younger. “Can’t say I cared all that much for your mother at first, but we did grow close once James finally managed to start dating her.”

“What were they like?” Rose asked, hungry for any scrap of knowledge.

Professor opened his mouth to reply, paused for a moment, and then seemingly chose otherwise.

“Maybe next time.” He said with an apologetic smile. “I better not take too much of your time. Wouldn’t want Madam Pomfrey get angry at us, now would we?”

Rose pouted.

“Now, now.” Professor patted her blanket covered knee. “We’ll have plenty of time once you are feeling better. You’ll certainly need your strength for our lessons.”

“Lessons?” He didn’t mean Defence, surely.

Professor Lupin must have read her thoughts somehow.

“In a way, think of it as bonus DADA lessons. Dementors appear to have a particular nasty effect on you. Thankfully there’s a handy spell just for these kinds of situations.”

Rose thought for a moment before a memory hit her.

“That white light you used in the train. The one that spooked the dementor away.”

“A point to Gryffindor.” He nodded with a smile. “Expecto Patronum is not an easy spell and not something most third years should spend their time trying to master, but something tells me you’ll get a handle on it.” Professor sent a roguish grin Rose’s way, the kind of smile that Ministry really should have outlawed ages ago. “And even if the spell ends up too complicated for you….Well at least I’ll have plenty of time to tell you about your parents. If you don’t mind, of course.”

“I don’t.” Rose quickly answered.

“Splendid.” Professor got up from his chair. “Then I see you later. Make sure Pomfrey doesn’t forget to give you chocolate. The good stuff from Honeydukes, none of that cheap muggle stuff. Got it? Good.”

And just like that, the Professor left.

Rose sank back into her hospital bed, a small smile refusing to leave her lips.

XxXxX

Remus hurried to put some distance between the resting woman and himself. Seeing her lying there, young, beautiful and still a virgin was sending his werewolf instincts into overdrive. The same predatory impulses that drove werewolves to attack humans and livestock now urged Remus to throw all decency and caution to the wind and just claim Rose.

No. No matter how tempting, Remus was not going to do that. He awed his dead friends to at least court their daughter before sinking his cock into her pussy. No matter how wet and eager the girl appeared to be.

Oh the little tart thought herself so subtle, but there was no denying his sharp werewolf senses, all throughout their conversation Rose’s little cunt was practically weeping with arousal.

Remus’ cock twitched at the memory of that sweet scent. Merlin’s beard, he needed relief.

He considered seeking one of his many sluts, but then a passing couple gave a wonderfully wicked idea. It might not have been truly young Diggory’s fault that Rose fell, but if it wasn’t for his skill on a broom, the match would have ended much sooner and Lily’s daughter would have been in no danger.

And Diggory’s little asian girlfriend did look so appetising….

XxXxX

Cho Chang’s eyes darted back and forth from her boyfriend to the Professor now looming over them.

He appeared suddenly. One moment Cedric and her were having a leisurely stroll through the Hogwarts corridors, their respective prefect badges shielding them from any curfew related limitations and then without warning Professor Lupin appeared, his amber eyes alight with an all too familiar hunger.

Cho Chang was no stranger to lustful gazes. Without any false modesty, she was stunning and exotic in a way few girls in Hogwarts could match. Twenty years old, Cho was in her peak of youth and beauty and males around certainly took notice of her  lustrous black hair, her slim and graceful figure and her skin that was pale as finest porcelain.

By any metric she was a jade beauty and even though British wizards were not familiar with the term, they certainly dreamed of being familiar with her.

Typically Cho just ignored the salacious looks, but this day it was different. Tonight Cho found herself drawn to the older man, despite her boyfriend being right there.

Cho was a terrible girlfriend. Just why did Professor’s interest have to arouse her so?

“Miss Chang, there’s something I wish to discuss with you. Mister Diggory, do wait for us here. I promise I’ll return Miss Chang…eventually.” Professor said, his voice deep and powerful and leaving no room to argue.

The young Ravenclaw glanced at her Hufflepuff boyfriend. He just stood there, weak and helpless before the older man.

Cho swallowed, a wave of arousal crashing into her. Professor dominated them effortlessly, both her and her boyfriend unable to mount any sort of resistance. Cho suddenly found herself cross with Cedric. They both knew what Professor wanted from her, the rumours couldn’t be any clearer. And yet here he was just letting the man take her without even trying to assert his claim.

It was, perhaps, a terribly outdated notion, even for the Wizarding community, but Cho had been raised in a very traditional household. From a young age she learned what to expect from a good man.

A man didn’t let another man just take his woman.

In the end, Cedric proved to be just a boy.

He didn’t deserve her. Good thing there was another who did.

“Lead the way, Professor.” Cho said, her words sultry and inviting, leaving no room for interpretation.

Before she could check Cedric’s reaction, Professor Lupin grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the nearest classroom.

“Oh my,”  Cho giggled, so unlike the figure of composed scholar Ravenclaws supposed to embody. In the end, she was a woman before she was a witch. “Someone’s eager.”

“Shut up, cunt.” Professor growled and threw her on the closest desk.

Cho moaned, desperate needy heat flooding her system. The man hadn’t even whipped out his cock yet and nevertheless Cho was already succumbing to her primal instincts. In this moment in time and space there was no Ravenclaw Prefect, no seeker of the Quidditch team. Just a female ready and eager to be mounted by the virile male.

The Professor's rough, powerful hands grabbed her clothes and without any warning tore her clothes off. Cho was left almost naked with only her socks and ravenclaw tie in blue and gold left. These bits of clothes did nothing to preserve Cho’d modesty but only served to emphasize the taboo nature of the coming coupling.

“Please!” Cho moaned as she arched her back, showing off her bubbly butt. “Please take me, sir!”

A growl, hungry and animalistic was the professor’s only response before he slammed his hips against hers, plunging his cock into the depths of her wet cunt.

“Glurgh.” Cho almost choked on her spit when a wave of her first orgasm hit her. “Did I cum just from penetration?” Cho thought deliriously, shocked at her own sluttiness.

“Get ready bitch.” Professor Lupin said, giving Cho a moment to adjust to his prodigious size. “No mercy from here.”

He wrapped Cho’s hair around his fist while his other hand grabbed Cho’s breast, the grip of his rough calloused fingers delightful on her pert breast.

Remus Lupin delivered on his threat.

The DADA professor started to fuck her, giving his newest bitch no quarter. He slammed his hips into hers with savage fury, leaving red spots in places where their bodies met.

Cho could feel her mind, her restraint, every taboo and social norm inside of her melt as her professor made use of her. There was no love, no affection in their rutting, only raw animalistic need of a male to dominate helpless little female, whose sole purpose in life was being her betters’ fuckmeat.

Before Cho could stop it, sounds of pleasure and words of submission poured out of her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh yes, please, sir! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Cho screamied. “ Fucking destroy my cunt!”

Cho pleaded and begged, moaned and screamed, pushed her hips back to meet the professor’s thrusts and squeezed her cunt, desperate to milk his heavy swinging balls of all the delicious cum churning in them.

With every thrust, Professor’s cock got deeper and deeper into Cho, ever closer to the entrance to her womb. Before long, Cho’s cervix was planting lewd kisses on the tip of Professor’s beastly cock.

“He is so much manlier, so much bigger than Cedric.” Cho thought, her mind caught between delirium and ecstasy.

Professor must have sensed something, because he suddenly tugged on the hair still held in his grip, forcing Cho to arch her back even further until the chinese slut was gazing drunkenly at her new master.

“Who’s better, me or your little boyfriend?” He asked.

Cho was all too eager to answer.

“Cedric is nothing compared to you!” She moaned, eager to debase and humiliate one who she would have professed to love even an hour ago. “He is a limp dicked loser who could never satisfy me!”

The last one wasn’t strictly true. She had achieved orgasms with Cedric in the past. But now, enlightened after her experience with the professor, Cho knew that those orgasms were pale shadows of the real thing. Just a little taste of what sex with a real man could offer..

“Please, please, please!” Cho begged, weeping from eyes and cunt. “Cum in me Sir, flood my whorish womb with seed. Let it wash away any affection my little pussy had for my boyfriend’s tiny dick!”

Professor Lupin was all too happy to oblige.

XxXxX

Cedric was right outside the classroom, listening to the stream of obscenities pouring out his girlfriend’s mouth. He was helpless to do anything.

No.

There was plenty he could have done. Tried to attack the Professor or maybe went to someone else in the faculty. There were options Cedric could have pursued.

But…

But it would not have changed a thing.

Reluctantly, but with growing enthusiasm and self-loathing, Cedric gripped his erect cock and began to slake his arousal the only way left to him now that his woman was claimed by a bigger man.

“Oh Merlin, Sir, wreck my asshole!”

The cry of his girlfriend echoed off the corridor walls.

This was Cedric’s life now.

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