Teacher, Student, Boss

Title: Teacher, Student, Boss
Pairing: Harry/Remus
Rated: NC-17 (or Hard R)
Warnings: Chan (Harry is 13)
Contents: Slash, frottage, AU/AR (alternate reality)
Words: 4,150
Notes: I wrote this right before my Internet at home was gone, which was many months ago (about five, I think), so this is new, but not exactly? It’s new to you peeps out there, though. This is kind of a 'what if' fic, and parts of it at the end is almost like a scene in book 3.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, JK Rowling does


There was a soft knock on the door. Remus looked up from the papers he was grading.

“Come in,” he said, a little confused as to who would be knocking on his door at this time of the day.

The door opened slowly and then a head of unruly black hair appeared.

“Professor?”

“Harry,” said Remus politely. “Wasn’t expecting you to stop by again so soon. Come in and have a seat.”

Harry came further into the room, hesitantly. “I can come back later if you’re busy…”

“Oh, it’s fine. Just grading some first year tests.”

Harry entered his office and shut the door. “I could help you if you’d like.”

Remus bit his lower lip in thought. “Well, you are one of my top students…” Harry blushed at the compliment. “All right, have a seat at that table there and I’ll bring you a few to grade.”

In no time at all, Harry was looking through the first years’ tests and discovering they really weren’t that hard to do. A lot of stuff Harry knew well enough to know if it was right or not, but some things he had to ask Remus to be sure. He really didn’t need to ask about them because he actually knew, somehow, that the answers the students gave were wrong. After figuring out the right answers the job became easier. Harry had a nicely sized stack of them done in a short amount of time, and was asking Professor Lupin for more to do.

“You’re cutting my workload in half, Harry,” smiled Remus. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem, professor,” said Harry. “It’s actually pretty relaxing.”

“Harry, did you have a reason for coming here? Did you need anything?”

“Oh, um… just wanted to be with you,” Harry blushed. It wasn’t a complete lie. He really did want to spend some time with Remus, but he was also acting upon his decision to tell Professor Lupin just how he felt about him.

Remus stared, not sure what to think. He knew that Harry enjoyed his company, but lately Harry’s been more enthusiastic about spending time with him. Harry was a handsome young man, he had to admit. Hell, he noticed it the moment he saw Harry on the Hogwarts Express. But thinking more than just that was dangerous and he had to keep his feelings to a minimum least he try something that’ll get him sacked.

Harry took his stack of graded papers and brought them to Remus’s desk.

“These are done,” he said.

“Thank you, Harry. You don’t have to do any more if you don’t want to.”

“But I do want to,” said Harry as he took a bunch more un-graded papers from the pile on Remus’s desk. “I don’t mind.”

Remus smiled gratefully. “You’re a good kid, Harry.”

“I’m not a kid,” protested Harry.

“Of course not,” smiled Remus kindly. “You’re a young adult.”

Harry’s cheeks pinked slightly as he nodded. He stood there, staring at Remus rather intensely, and then, as if he realized he was staring, jerked back into action, clutching the stack of papers to his chest as he went back to his table. Remus watched him unbiddenly—that nice arse not displayed well enough through those baggy jeans. Harry needed new clothing, Remus thought absently.

An hour passed and together they finished grading all the first year tests. Harry brought the last of his stack to Remus’s finished pile and placed them on top.

“Won’t they notice that the handwriting on it isn’t yours?” Harry asked, somewhat concerned.

“If they do, then I’ll just explain to them that you volunteered to help me grade them. I’m sure they won’t mind Harry Potter grading their papers.”

“But what if it’s a Slytherin? Wouldn’t they demand that you look over their test?”

“Then I will look it over,” Remus shrugged. “I have faith that you marked them correctly, though.”

“Thanks,” said Harry, beaming with pride. “It’s not bad, being a teacher, is it?”

“No,” Remus smiled softly. “But if you asked Professor Snape, he’d tell you otherwise.”

Harry laughed. “No doubt!”

Remus sat back in his chair and sighed. “Well, thanks for the help, Harry. You can go back to the Gryffindor common room now before curfew.”

Harry frowned. “Actually, I was wondering… could I stay with you tonight? I mean,” he moved closer, “I’ve been wanting to talk to you privately…”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Oh? Is it something urgent or--?”

Harry went red again. “Well, not exactly—I’m just curious about some things. Also,” he steeled himself, “I was wondering if we could sit together by the fire”—Harry lightly touched Remus’s arm with the back of his hand—“in your quarters; drink butterbeer and… snuggle?”

Harry’s entire face flamed bright red.

Remus felt his own cheeks go warm, too. “You… you want to snuggle by the fire and… drink butterbeer?”

“And talk,” said Harry hurriedly.

Remus stared at him suspiciously. “And that’s all you have planned, eh? No other devious plot about doing more than that?”

Harry continued to blush scarlet, but his eyes were unwavering. “You mean, like this?” He rushed forward, wrapped his arms tightly around Remus’s neck, and gave Remus a quick, but soft, kiss on the lips. Impulsively, Remus kissed back. It only lasted three seconds, but it had them both panting heavily and looking flush. After a moment of staring into each other’s eyes, Remus gently pushed Harry away, although reluctantly.

“Yes,” he breathed. “That is exactly what I meant.”

Harry shrugged one shoulder, trying to look nonchalant, but his face was still red. “Never considered it.”

“Right,” said Remus, eyes dancing with mirth. “Look, that was very nice, and I’m flattered that you like me in that way, but if anything more were to happen between us, I could lose my job. It was hard enough getting this one, even with Dumbledore’s help.”

Harry frowned, deep in thought. Then, suddenly, Harry hugged Remus tightly again.

“I won’t let that happen,” he said into Remus’s ear. “I’d never want to see you get into trouble.”

“Then we can’t do anything more than sit close to one another on the sofa, talk, and drink butterbeer. OK?”

Harry released Remus from the embrace but kept his hands on Remus’s shoulders. “I won’t tell anyone…”

“It doesn’t matter if you do or not. Professor Dumbledore would still find out.”

“But he wouldn’t sack you for that!” Harry said, incensed. “I wouldn’t allow it!”

Remus stood and walked toward the door to his private quarters. Harry immediately followed, still unnerved.

“It’s not your decision to make,” said Remus calmly aloud. Inside, he understood Harry’s plight and felt just as annoyed. It really wasn’t fair, but that was something Remus learned a long time ago. Life was never fair, so complaining about it wouldn’t do any good.

“I should have some say!” Harry nearly growled. “I really—I care about you!”

Remus opened the door to his quarters and went in, Harry behind him.

“I know you care about me—thanks—but that still wouldn’t help.”

Harry grabbed Remus’s arm and dragged him over to the sofa. Remus didn’t protest, feeling bad enough to be refusing something Harry wanted. If, perhaps, they were closer to the same age, it wouldn’t be a problem. But as of now…

“If you do get sacked, I’ll—I’ll hire you!”

Remus blinked, not sure if he heard Harry correctly. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said, I’ll hire you. I’ve got plenty of gold in my Gringott’s vault; I’ll just hire you and you won’t have to worry about money ever again.”

“No, Harry, you shouldn’t—you need that money to live on—your parents saved it for you.”

“But it’s mine to do with however I want. Besides, I’ll be getting a job after I graduate from Hogwarts; it won’t be that difficult for me to get one. I won’t run out before I die…”

“Harry…” Remus began, but forgot what he was about to say as Harry pulled him down (and surprisingly Remus allowed him) onto the sofa and automatically curled around him. He buried his face into the crook of Remus’s neck and Remus laid a gentle hand over Harry’s shoulders, feeling somewhat awkward. Slowly, Remus recalled what he was going to say. “Harry, what would you hire me to do if you did? I can’t think of a single…”

“Train me,” said Harry simply. “Be my private teacher. Not just Defense Against the Dark Arts, but anything and everything you know. I’m sure you’re ace with other subjects as well.”

Remus tried to keep his face from smiling too broadly, not wanting to look supercilious. “Uh, yeah… well, I am, I guess… I did receive eleven OWLS during my school days…”

“There we are, then!” said Harry happily. “If you get fired, then I’ll hire you. I’m sure you’d get better pay from me anyway.”

“I won’t accept more than what they’re paying teachers now, if I take your offer.”

“Think of it as a raise, then.”

“Harry…”

“Professor…”

They stared at each other.

Then Harry moved forward, but before their lips met, Remus turned his head.

“No, Harry. We’re just going to cuddle and talk, remember?”

“And drink butterbeer,” said Harry. He tried not to look put out about the refusal, but Remus could see it in his eyes. Harry put on a brave face, however, and said, “Speaking of which, where…?”

“Accio butterbeer!” Remus enunciated, wand held high. A six-pack of butterbeer zoomed out of a nearby small icebox. It had been charmed to stay cool.

Remus sat up better to catch the pack. He took out two bottles, set the remaining pack down next to the sofa, and handed a bottle to Harry. “Cheers.”

Harry took the butterbeer from Remus with a smile. He sat back, legs curled under him, and cracked open the bottle. “Cheers!” he exclaimed, and drank deeply, enjoying the warmth flooding through him. Remus watched him, eyes mainly fixed on Harry’s bobbing Adam’s apple. Realizing he was staring, Remus took a hurried gulp.

Harry sighed. “Ok, so… talking…”

“Yes,” said Remus, glad for this distraction. “What do you want to talk about?” He tipped the bottle back for another drink.

“My… my parents.”

Remus choked, wiping at his chin, and stared at Harry with wide eyes. He shouldn’t have been too surprised with what Harry said, but he hadn’t expected Harry to suggest talking about James and Lily straight away. He set his bottle down on the table beside him and prepared himself for a walk down memory lane.

“Sorry,” said Harry. “I didn’t mean to make you choke on your drink.”

“It’s all right… you just startled me. So, er, what is it you wish to know?”

Harry didn’t make eye contact, but his face was determined. “Well, Snape told me that my dad was arrogant and liked to strut around Hogwarts… is it true?”

Remus couldn’t help feeling some annoyance toward Snape, letting Harry think only the worst of James. He took a deep breath.

“Your dad… he was a good man. He may have been a little arrogant at times, but we all were.”

Harry snorted. “You? Arrogant?”

“Ok, maybe not so much me, but your dad did have a slight ego. So did Sirius, though, and a few other friends. The thing is, not everyone is perfect. Your dad wasn’t a saint, but he had a good heart. After your dad shrank his ego a bit, your mother liked him a lot better. Does that answer your question?”

“Yeah, but why does Snape hate me simply because of who my father was?”

Remus sighed. “My guess is that you remind him of your father. I could be wrong, though. It may also be because most children grow up to be just like their parents. He probably thinks that because you look so much like James, you’ll grow to act just like him.”

“That’s not true,” Harry said, glowering. “I’m my own person!”

“I know, Harry, I know. Sometimes it’s hard for a person to let go of the past. I doubt talking to Snape will make him change. You’ll just have to wait for him to notice it himself.”

Harry’s brows furrowed, and Remus guessed that he was in deep thought. After a couple minutes of silence, Harry took a swig of his butterbeer, set it down, and then wiggled his way closer to Remus with an impish smile.

“There’s a lack of cuddling, I’ve noticed.”

“Oh, er, yeah… so there is…” Remus swallowed hard at the feel of Harry’s body against his. He circled his arms around Harry as Harry laid his head on Remus’s chest. They weren’t lying flat on the sofa; Harry had his legs up to his chest and was laying nearly on top of Remus, who had one leg bent, heel sitting on the edge of the seat. Harry nuzzled into Remus’s neck, and if Harry were a cat, Remus swore he’d be purring. He rubbed Harry’s shoulder.

“Um, anything else you want to talk about?” Remus asked.

Harry tilted his head up and placed a light kiss right underneath Remus’s jaw. “How about we talk later,” he said in a breathy tone, “and just snog now?”

Remus placed both hands on either side of Harry’s face and held him an inch away from his mouth. He knew he told Harry that they shouldn’t get involved and that he could lose his job, but the fact that Harry, a thirteen year old, was willing to provide for him if he were to lose his job was peaking his interest. What would it be like to have Harry be his ‘boss’, his ‘care giver’, and all-around student? He would rather not take any of Harry’s money. Then again, Harry would probably find a way to give him money anyway. Plus, Harry wouldn’t stop bothering him.

His life would consist of teaching Harry, holding Harry, spending time with Harry, and there was a good chance he’d be snogging Harry as well. And all for letting Harry ‘hire’ him.

Harry slid his tongue out, and stretched it until the tip touched the top of Remus’s lips. Remus started and moved back far enough so that Harry’s tongue couldn’t reach him. They were both blushing.

“Harry, I’m not sure if we should take a chance…”

Harry snorted. “Come on, Professor. Are you a Gryffindor or not?”

“At the moment I’m your teacher, and kissing you might get me more into trouble than just losing my job.”

“But we’ve already kissed,” said Harry cheekily. “Surely you can’t get into any more trouble than you’re already in.”

“Actually, I could. Especially if we take it any further…”

“Did I say we should?” said Harry. “Just let me kiss you… please.”

Subconsciously, Remus licked his lips. It was so hard to resist Harry when he was only a few inches away from him and had his body pressed taut against his own. He couldn’t even blame the butterbeer because he only had one sip.

He brought his hands down from Harry’s face to run down Harry’s body. The second he let go of Harry’s face, Harry rushed forward and pressed their lips together, hard, accidentally clacking teeth. Harry sighed and Remus moaned; his hands wandered all over Harry’s smaller frame, stopping once in a while at Harry’s arse. He squeezed it. It was sin itself for a boy at his age to have such a nice arse. It was putting forbidden thoughts and images into his head. But when Harry made that small, satisfied noise in the back of his throat, Remus felt his control of the situation slipping. The kiss became so much more with tongues and teeth and spit.

Remus was able to slide one hand into the back of Harry’s baggy jeans and grope one bare cheek. He gulped, feeling how smooth the skin still was. Yet, if he brought his hand down further, he could feel small hairs just forming on the backs of Harry’s thighs. Images of burying himself deep inside Harry burned into his brain and it brought his cock more to attention.

Harry kept making those lovely sounds and Remus couldn’t stop caressing one arse cheek at a time. He released Harry’s mouth to get more air, but Harry moved forward again and tried to snog Remus’s bottom lip. Remus groaned ardently, kissing Harry’s upper lip and slowly making his way closer to the center between Harry’s cheeks. Harry noticed this and smiled, flexing his arse in a tantalizing way. Harry kissed all around Remus’s face and Remus returned the gesture with as much fervor. Harry began rocking himself against Remus, and he could tell that Harry was most definitely hard.

“Harry…” Remus began. He was going to say either: “We shouldn’t do this,” or “I think it’s best if we just snog for now…” but he was losing his resolve. Knowing it wouldn’t be wise to go all the way with Harry, he opted for the next best thing (besides a blow job). He untucked his shirt from his trousers, pulled it up enough so that his stomach was showing, undid Harry’s jeans and yanked them down. Harry sucked in his breath when the cooler air hit his groin and buttocks, and then he gasped loudly when his cock met Remus’s bare stomach. Remus rearranged their legs so that his own cock was able to rub against Harry’s thigh.

“Professor, what… oooh…” Harry moaned and promptly started to thrust against Remus.

“Yes, Harry… that’s it…” Remus thrust his hips up into Harry’s thigh.

Harry whimpered, blushing hotly, and sped up his hips. The feel of Harry’s young, wet cock sliding back and forth over his stomach made his cock throb painfully. He couldn’t keep it confined in his trousers, he had to take it out and feel it against Harry’s skin. Remus popped open his trousers and his cock sprang free, smacking Harry’s bare thigh. He took hold of Harry’s tight arse and began to frantically rub their bodies together. Harry buried his face into Remus’s neck, moaning and whining over and over. Remus could feel the tightening in his balls and he knew it was about to come to an end. A part of him wanted it to so that they could go back to being just student and teacher, but another part of him wanted it to last.

Without knowing he was doing it, Remus moved his cock from Harry’s thigh to Harry’s hard, velvety cock. The moment Harry felt Remus thrust his cock against his, his body shuddered and he was coming in hard spurts. The feel of Harry’s warm seed on him, Remus climaxed, his come joining Harry’s.

They lay there, panting heavily, until Remus was finally able to move them into more of a sitting position. Harry lifted his head.

“I’m ready for bed now,” he whispered.

.-.

It wasn’t quite the sweet morning after that Remus thought it would be. The door to his private quarters banged open and in strode Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall. Worse still, Professor Dumbledore was right behind the deputy headmistress.

“I knew he was no good for Hogwarts,” said Snape with a cold gleam in his eye.

“Remus, I’m surprised at you!” gasped McGonagall. “He’s only thirteen!”

“Please, let me explain,” said Remus as he sat up. He wished that they’d keep their voices down so that they wouldn’t wake up Harry. The boy was curled on his side, his back to the visitors.

“There’s no need for explanations, Lupin,” sneered Snape. “We can see quite clearly just what has transpired.”

“We didn’t have sex!” said Remus, beginning to lose his composure.

Harry mumbled something in his sleep, and Remus stilled, hoping that he wouldn’t wake up.

“Remus, I don’t know what you would consider as sex, but this room reeks of it,” said McGonagall. “And Mr. Potter is in your bed, naked.”

“He’s not naked,” said Remus, shaking his head and frowning. “He has his underpants on.”

“It means nothing, Lupin,” said Snape, looking as if Christmas had come early. “You’re still caught in bed, half-naked, with a minor. There’s no chance for you to get out of this.”

Dumbledore finally made his way around the other two teachers and stared down at Harry. Remus couldn’t get the lump out of his throat as he awaited the headmaster’s verdict. Well, this was it—he was no longer employed at Hogwarts.

“If I ask you,” said Dumbledore slowly, “just what you and Harry did tonight, would you tell me the truth?”

Knowing there was no way out of it, Remus nodded. “Yes, headmaster. I’ll tell you the truth.”

Dumbledore took out his wand and flicked it over Harry. Remus didn’t know what he had done at first, but then he realized that Harry started snoring softly again. The headmaster must have put Harry into a deeper sleep so that he wouldn’t wake up while they talked.

“Very well,” said Dumbledore. “Tell me everything.”

.-.

Remus didn’t have the heart to tell Harry, so he let Harry stay blissfully unaware of what had happened after he woke up. But sometime after dinner that night, he got the news from Hagrid.

“Blimey, haven’ yeh heard?” said Hagrid, frowning. “Er—Professor Lupin decided he didn’t want to teach anymore. . . . He’s packing now.”

“He’s packing?” said Harry, alarmed. “Already? Why?”

“Dunno,” said Hagrid. “He resigned firs’ thing this mornin’. I heard some crazy talk abou’ why he resigned, but I don’t know if I’ll believe any of it…”

“Thanks for letting me know,” said Harry, and he made a mad dash to Remus’s office.

The professor’s office door was open. Harry saw that he had already packed most of his things. Remus was sitting at his desk, smiling sadly, eyes shining.

“I just saw Hagrid,” said Harry hastily. “He said you resigned. Why?”

Remus crossed the room to close the door behind Harry. Then he placed a gentle hand on Harry’s back and steered him over toward his desk.

“Unfortunately, we were caught this morning, but I didn’t want to tell you when you woke up.”

“What?” gasped Harry. “Why didn’t you. . . . You should have told me!”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” sighed Remus. “But you looked so happy. . . . Look, Harry, I was lucky that Professor Dumbledore was there when Professors McGonagall and Snape came into my quarters. They would have kept thinking that I violated you and probably wouldn’t listen to reason even if I told them the truth.”

Harry looked at his shoes, embarrassed. “So, they found us in bed together and… and they thought…”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, they thought I had… that we gone all the way, or that I forced you to, anyway.”

“Forced--!” Harry croaked. “You were denying me!”

Remus swept Harry into his arms and gave him a soft kiss below his ear.

“Believe me, if I knew this would happen, I would have gone all the way with you in the first place.”

Harry choked, and then crushed Remus harder against him.

“Why do you have to resign, though?”

Remus ran a hand through Harry’s hair. “I’m sorry… but it was either that or be turned in to the Ministry as a pedophile”—Harry snorted—“which would make it even harder for me to find work.”

“Well, it would rule out getting a babysitting job, anyway.”

They chuckled anxiously for a bit, and then fell into an uneasy silence. They stood there, holding each other, until Harry was the first to move out of the embrace, which surprised Remus.

“You don’t really have to worry about leaving, though,” he said, grinning. “Because I’m hiring you now.”

Remus sighed, but he was smiling. “Harry, I don’t know…”

“Come on, live a little!” Harry exclaimed. “Who else do you know that has a thirteen year old as his boss?”

“But if I’m teaching you things, doesn’t that make me your boss?”

“I’m the one paying you,” said Harry in a warning tone. “So that makes me the boss.”

Remus wrapped his arms loosely around Harry’s waist. “And what if I refuse to teach you, sir?”

Harry stood on tiptoe and tipped his head back so he could kiss Remus’s chin. “Then you’ll have to earn your money another way.”

Remus turned them around and pushed Harry against the wall. Harry stayed on tiptoe and kept his head raised.

“If I get arrested because of you…” Remus started, but was promptly silenced when Harry pulled his head down for a long, thorough kiss.

“We’ll just have to be more discreet,” whispered Harry when he broke away. Remus instinctively cupped Harry’s buttocks.

“All right,” Remus whispered back. “When do I start?”

Harry arched his body into Remus’s. “Immediately.”

THE End. (pssst, that means there's no more)