Unexpected

Note: This takes place during the summer before OotP. Ginny is 13, almost 14. If you don't like stories with adults and teens who aren't of age... this isn't the story for you. I won't be offended, just hit the back button. This was written around the time HBP came out. I wrote a bunch of stories back then, and never had the nerve to post them. If this one is received well, I may get the courage to post more of them. So, please review.




It had begun as such a boringly normal summer day, that Ginny never could have known that she was bout to lose her virginity to her teacher on a couch in the middle of a house full of people. She sat at the top of the stairs, as had become her custom, tossing the occasional dungbomb at the kitchen door. She didn't expect any of them to get through the Imperturbable Charm which had been put up to keep prying ears out of the Order's meeting, but she was bored, and it was amusing to watch them fly through the air and bounce off of nothing into the living room.

She had spent a lot of the summer alone. Fred and George had been up in their room working secretively on all sorts of new products. Ron and Hermione were always off shagging, or pretending they didn't want to shag, Ginny could never tell. She had always been able to count on the entertainment value of bugging Percy, but... rage boiled in her veins just thinking about him now. Tonks was fun to hang around, but she was usually busy with work for the Ministry or the Order, and didn't have time for the youngest Weasley. She never spoke to any of the adults directly, or rather, they never spoke to her, except to tell her to run along and find someplace else to play. She was nothing but an annoyance. She was inconsequential. She was pissed off.

Most of the time she just watched people going in and out of the house. She listened around the corners of conversations, trying to pick up whatever information she could to relay back to her busy older siblings to get some attention from them. It seemed as though the Order was planning on sending a small group to go and get Harry from his Aunt and Uncle's house. Ginny wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but in the last few days there had been a flurry of activity, and all of it had to do with getting Harry out of his house as soon as possible. There had been constant meetings, and Ginny had kept her vigilant post at the top of the stairs waiting for something- anything- to happen.

Angry and frustrated, she threw another dungbomb at the kitchen door, but instead of it flying away like she expected, it went through the door as it was being opened and splattered squarely in the middle of Professor Lupin's chest. Horrified, Ginny scrambled down the stairs, apologizing profusely before she was even halfway there. He looked mildly amused, if not a little shocked.

"Oh my god, Professor, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were there. Please, let me clean that up for you..." she stammered, barely pausing or taking a breath.

A few members of the Order sitting around the table looked up to see what the commotion was. He stepped forward, letting the door close behind him. He held his hands out, quieting her.

"It's all right, Ginny. No harm done," he said as he pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it at his chest. "Scourgify," he muttered, and the mess on his threadbare old Oxford shirt was magicked away. "Should I ask what the explanation is, or should I just assume there is one, and not worry myself with the details?"

Ginny, embarrassed, covered her blushing face with her hands. "Tonks told me how to tell if the Imperturbable Charm was still on the door. I was just checking."

He let out a dry chuckle. "And she suggested dungbombs? I'll have to have a little chat with Nymphadora about that."

Ginny smiled. They stood there for a moment, sharing a comfortable silence. She had the feeling that he was going to walk away then, but she had been so lonely before he showed up, and she wasn't quite ready to see him go.

"Harry's coming soon?" she asked, saying the first thing to come to her mind.

He wasn't surprised that she knew. "Yes," he replied, "a group of us are going to get him this weekend. Me, Tonks, Moody... a few others." He paused. "But I probably shouldn't be telling you this. Your mother doesn't want you knowing about the Order's business, and with good reason."

"I know. I'm too young." she said, her voice dripping with animosity.

Remus sighed. He took her hand and, dragging her completely into the living room, pulled her down next to him on the couch. "Look," he began, "I know how frustrating it is to be marginalized, how you're always on the outside, and no one will give you the chance to prove yourself. No one takes you seriously. Especially you, Ginny. I don't think anyone around here really knows how mature you can be or appreciates exactly how smart you are. But this is different. These are very dangerous times we're in now, and no one wants to see you get hurt. Of all the kids, you're the only one, other than Harry, who's had direct contact with Voldemort. You should know better than anyone to be careful."

Ginny had been lonely, and wanted to talk to a friend. She hadn't wanted to be lectured by her teacher. She was beginning to regret not letting him go when she had the chance. She nodded her head and started giving him the rote "I-know-you're-right" speech that she always gave her mother when they were having a disagreement and Ginny wanted to get out of it as fast as possible.

It didn't fool Remus for a second. It wasn't too many years before that he gave the same speech- or heard one of his fellow Marauders give it- to some teacher who was telling them that it was time to grow up and stop the tomfoolery.

"My god, when did I turn into my father?" he asked. "Forgive me, Ginny. My body was momentarily taken over by an old man who forgot what it's like to be young; anxious for adventure, thrilled with danger, unconcerned with consequences. All I meant to say is that if we're being overprotective, it's only because we love you, and you shouldn't take it personally."

Ginny was looking down at her hands in her lap. Remus thought that she was still annoyed with him until he heard a choked sob, like a hiccup. She wasn't crying, he saw as he lifted her face towards him, but she looked distraught, and her eyes were shiny.

"We're all just so scared. We don't know what's happening, and no one will tell us anything."

Lupin pulled Ginny up onto his lap, and hugged her. He thought that she looked as though she could us the comfort. He realized his mistake as she wriggled to get closer to him and her small bottom rubbed against his groin. His body betrayed him and he felt a familiar tingle in his belly as his erection began to take root. He placed one arm around her waist and placed his other hand upon her knee in order to still the fidgety girl. His fingers stroked in small circles on her flesh as he whispered, "Shh... it's okay. Everything will be okay." in her ear like a mantra. She stilled evntually and just let him hold her.

Remus was increasingly aware of how bad an idea this was, but he found it harder to extricate himself from the situation with every passing second. Even without her generating friction against him, his hard-on grew. It was the smell of her hair and her child-like warmth under his nose. It was the supple and smooth and unbearably soft expanse of her skin under his fingers. But what did him in was the wickedly innocent look in her eyes as she blinked gratefully up at him and smiled before she snuggled into his chest. As she shifted her body on his lap so that she could rest her head more comfortably, his hand accidentally slid under her skirt and came to rest mere inches from the juncture between her thighs.

His brain screamed at him to pull his hand back, and it would have complied happily if not for the feel of heat radiating out from that forbidden place just within reach of his fingers. He remained frozen as Ginny let out a sigh. He looked down at her face pressed against his chest, testing the emotional weather there, expecting her to look frightened or angry, or maybe confused. He relaxed when he saw that her eyes were closed and she was smiling, apparently unaware of the inappropriateness of the situation. Grateful that she was oblivious, he started pulling his hand slowly back. But then, too slowly to be under the pretense of readjusting herself and too deliberately for Remus to hold on to the delusion that it was accidental, Ginny brushed her leg against his erection and maneuvered her warm center closer to his guilty fingers.

They stopped responding to all signals from Remus' brain at that point, and, completely of their own accord, moved forward and skimmed across the thin cotton of her panties. She gasped, and he let out a groan as he felt her wetness soaking through the material. He rubbed up against her again, eliciting another sharp intake of breath as he teased her. Ginny pushed her hips forward, grinding against his erection again and forcing his hand to cover her completely. Remus slipped a finger under the thin elastic band and touched her flesh for the first time. Despite the way she was responding to him, Remus was still not sure that this was what she wanted. He told himself that he was taking advantage of the poor child. He stroked her gently, each time coming closer to the source of that scalding heat and wetness, giving her the chance to stop him while stopping was still an option.

He marveled at the feel of the hair covering her sex. It wasn't as coarse or thick as adult hair; it had yet to lose the last of its childhood downiness. Remus' blood surged. He was too aroused to be ashamed of what they were doing anymore. He looked into her eyes, now open and staring up at him, filled with more desire than a girl that age should be capable of. He watched her lids flutter closed over those expressive eyes as he slid a finger into her. He struggled against the growl that fought to escape his lips. She was hot and wet and incredibly tight and Remus' cock jumped in his pants at the thought of entering her properly and pounding her tiny body until he found his release. She moaned and rocked her hips against him. He added a second finger.

Ginny let out a whimper and said, "Professor..."

It was this that got his attention and sent him careening back to reality. Here he was: an authority figure sitting on the living room couch where anyone could walk in and catch him, with a thirteen year old girl on his lap, whom he was fondling under her skirt while she mewed like a kitten.

For the briefest of moments he fought for control over the situation and himself. "This is wrong, Ginny. We have to stop." He might have been more believable if he hadn't still had his fingers pumping into her in a pale imitation of what he'd like to be doing with other parts of his body.

"You don't believe that. You want me. I can feel it," she replied, and as if to prove her point she ran a pink-polished fingernail over the bulge in his trousers. "Please."

She looked wantonly at his mouth and gnawed at her lower lip. Remus wondered how it was possible for such a young girl to look so sexy. Still, he refused to acknowledge that the young vixen knew what she was getting herself into.

"You don't know what you're asking for," he told her. "You can't want this."

"I know exactly what I'm asking for." She paused. "And I want this," she added as she wrapped her hand around his length, straining painfully against his too-tight clothes, and squeezed.

That was all he needed.

He kissed her then, or maybe she kissed him, neither knew. Her inexperienced mouth moved, open and sloppy, all over his in the excitement of another new sensation. He used his free hand to steady her head, and she stilled to allow him to control the kiss.

"Like this," he whispered, feeling the teacher in him take over. This time when their mouths met it was slow, sensual. He licked at her lips, and she opened them. She giggled when his tongue tickled the roof of her mouth. She tasted like chocolate, he thought, and he lost himself in the flavor.

After a few minutes Ginny pulled back, biting his bottom lip as she did so, and making Remus groan at the loss of her mouth. She looked directly into his eyes and smirked as she moved over him to straddle his legs. His fingers fell out of her when she moved, and they fell to rest, damp, on her knee. With a mischievous grin, she picked up his hand and brought it to her mouth. Remus closed his eyes as her lips wrapped around his fingers and sucked her own moisture off of them.

"Oh, fuck," Lupin muttered, as he thrust his hips up to where Ginny sat.

She ground back against him and pulled his fingers deeper into her hot mouth, swirling her tongue around them, tasting herself completely, and making Remus wonder if it were possible to die from sensory overload. Finally, she pulled them from her mouth with a little bite at his fingertips and let his hand fall back down on her leg.

Then, making sure that he was watching, Ginny reached up to her neck and began unbuttoning her blouse. Remus stared as her nimble fingers work their way down. Three buttons, four, five. He tried to hide the tremble in his hands as he reached up to push aside the sections of cloth which were the only things concealing her recently-formed breasts. His hands covered them easily and he caught her pinkbrown nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled them gently, feeling the flesh get tight and hard under his ministrations.

He pinched and he pulled, and her head rolled back with pleasure to expose the column of her throat, smooth and white as marble. Remus slid one of hands up behind her neck and pulled her forward to place his mouth on that perfect skin. He felt the vibration of her moans against his lips as he sucked lightly on her throat. He fought hard against the urge to leave a mark on her. He moved his mouth up to bite her earlobe and whispered, "Stand up."

Ginny pulled back and looked at him questioningly.

"Trust me," he said.

Obediently, she put her feet on the floor and stood between his knees. Remus ran his hands up her legs and under her skirt. He felt for the elastic at the top of her knickers and pulled them all the way down. He dropped them next to where her shirt lay forgotten. Leaning forward to place a kiss on her stomach, Remus lightly tongued her bellybutton and she giggled, causing him to smile into her baby-round flesh.

Aiming her back towards the couch he said, "Get on your knees."

She nodded, and climbed up next to him, facing away.

Remus stood and unbuckled his trousers. He pulled them down, mercifully freeing his aching prick. He titled her head back and gave her a kiss before guiding her forward onto her hands. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and nudged her legs farther apart. After sliding his fingers back into her slick opening to make sure she was ready, Remus smoothed her moisture over the head of his cock, mixing it with his own pearly fluids. He gave himself a few quick strokes and placed its tip at her entrance.

Taking a nervous glance around, as if expecting someone to come in and catch them, he pushed forward slowly, entering her a little at a time. She was tight and he didn't want to hurt her, but Ginny was impatient, and she pushed back against him, forcing him deeper. Putting his hands on her hips to steady himself, Remus gave one hard thrust and buried himself all the way inside her. Ginny felt a quick flash of pain, as the blunt end of his prick tore through the thin membrane inside her, but there wasn't any blood.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She let out a small whimper, but she nodded.

Remus pulled out slowly and pushed back in, giving her time to adjust. He sped up, his body overriding his desire not to hurt her. Ginny moaned again, but this time it wasn't from pain. Remus took that as a sign of encouragement. His hands were still on her hips and he pulled her back against him with each thrust.

Remus didn't know how long they were there. The only things he was aware of were the sounds of flesh slapping rhythmically together as their bodies connected and of the way his lungs burned with each mouthful of stale dusty air, warmed by the summer heat. Sweat had begun rolling down his back, making his shirt stick uncomfortably to his body. Remus' discomfort did nothing to slow his frantic pace. He had never felt anything as good as this, and he bucked his hips wildly, nearly reaching his breaking point.

Ginny had buried her face into the cushions to muffle her moans. Tears leaked from her eyes, but they were as much from pleasure as they were from pain. Her whole body was shaken with the force of his thrusts, which drove her cries out in little bursts. She managed to say, "So... fucking... good," but he didn't hear her with her mouth pressed into the side of the couch.

As he felt himself approaching his release, Remus reached one of his hands down around Ginny's waist and positioned it so that every time her body rebounded from his thrusts his fingers would pass over her clit. It only took a minute for the double assault to overcome the girl's senses, and Remus felt her orgasm as her muscles clenched around him. They squeezed, making her passage even tighter, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a final lurch, he came inside of her, his balls clenching with every spurt, as he filled her with his fluids.

Remus collapsed onto the sweaty girl, creating a tangle of arms and legs, before he rolled onto his side. They held each other, not minding the small space that the couch cushions afforded them.

"Wow," Ginny said.

"Yeah," was all Remus could manage in reply. He pushed Ginny's hair back from her forhead and placed a kiss there. "Are you still feeling ignored?"

She laughed."No. Thanks to you."

She sat up then and grabbed her wrinkled shirt up from the floor, and put it on as Remus did up his trousers. He stooped to pick up her panties and handed them to her, but Ginny said, "You keep them," as she slipped them into his pocket, "to remind you that you want this to happen again."

He never even thought about denying it. He just gave her a deep kiss and a smile before leaving the room.

Ginny flopped back onto the couch with a contented sigh and saw Crookshanks sitting near the bottom of the stairs, staring at her. "Oh, what are you looking at?" she asked. The cat appeared to give a disinterested shrug, and went to work grooming his tail.

She checked her watch. It was nearly two, and she hadn't even started on the cleaning her mother made her promise to do today. Replete with energy, Ginny bounded up the stairs to take a shower before getting to work, humming a tune as she went.