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Harry Potter, I’ll Take That Under Advisement

Title: I’ll Take That Under Advisement [Remus/Harry]
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for some over the desk action.
Summary: Remus hates advisor meetings, and Harry’s not making things easier.
A/N: Written for Lyricalnights for the 2003 Merry_Smutmas exchange.

I’ll Take That Under Advisement

Remus Lupin shifted around some papers on his desk and then straightened them unnecessarily, stalling for time. Finally he could put it off no longer. He folded his hands on his desk and plastered a cheerful smile on his face.

“So, Harry,” he said brightly, “what would you like to do after Hogwarts?”

“Nothing,” the dark-haired Seventh Year scowled, slouching down even further in his chair and kicking the front of Remus’ desk with a dull clunk.

I hate advisor meetings, Remus growled internally, but his plastic smile did not dim one iota. How Minerva did this for all those years without snapping is beyond me.

“Now, now,” he coaxed. “There must be something you’ve thought about doing.”

“Not really.” Harry picked some lint off his robes.

“Harry, you’re very intelligent, something has to interest you,” Remus dropped some of the perky act. “You could be a Spell Tester, or a Mediwizard, or you could teach, like meâ€¦” Harry’s lack of response had Remus grasping at straws. “You could try out for professional Quidditchâ€¦you could be a flying motorbike mechanic!”

“Eh.” Harry kicked the desk again, not even cracking a smile. Remus sighed.

“You can’t think of a single thing you’d like to do?” he asked.

“No,” Harry answered, slumped so far down in the chair by now that he was practically horizontal. Remus considered sitting his tea on Harry’s chest and paying him to be a coffee table.

Remus pushed back his chair and stood up, coming around to Harry’s side of the desk and leaning on it. Harry stared back up at him dully.

“You’re not leaving until you come up with something you’d like to do after school,” Remus informed him with calm deliberation.

“Hope you haven’t got any plans for the rest of the term,” Harry shrugged. Remus decided to try a different tactic.
“Headmistress McGonagall tells me you talked to her about being an Auror.”

“Just told her that to shut her up,” Harry reported blandly and Remus cringed but didn’t correct his rather disrespectful statement.

“Fine then,” Remus replied instead, “you’ll have to come up with something to shut me up then, won’t you? We can sit here all day, and I’ll just keep on talking the entire time. My voice will probably give out eventually, but I bet I can get a good couple of hours out of it, and in the meantime we can talk about all your career options in excruciating detailâ€¦”

Harry eyed Remus with suspicion that eventually turned into hostility as it became obvious that he really was going to keep on chattering until Harry said something.

After several minutes, Harry climbed to his feet and advanced on Remus.

“â€¦of course Broom Enchantment Breaker is a bit dangerous butâ€¦Harry, what are you doing?” Remus broke his patter to ask.

“Shutting you up,” he said tersely before taking hold of Remus’ face and kissing him firmly. Remus was too startled to react at first, and before he could move, Harry had slid his body closer, pressing against Remus’ chest.

Remus pulled back in shock and tried to push Harry away, but couldn’t get any leverage against the desk with Harry leaning into him.

“Iâ€¦Harryâ€¦whatâ€¦” Remus tried to string together a coherent sentence, but his lips felt too numb to get out any proper words.

“You told me to find something I like,” Harry shrugged before leaning forward and brushing lips with Remus again. “This is okay.”

“Okay!” Remus really did push Harry away this time, but Harry didn’t go far, just hovered half a foot away with Remus’ hand on his chest. “It’s not okay!”

“Do you mean it’s not okay that I kiss you,” Harry was smiling slightly now, “or are you offended because I said you were just okay?”

“Both, now that you mention it!” Remus snapped, flustered.

“Between you and me,” Harry sidled closer, whispering conspiratorially, “it was more than just okay.”

When Harry leaned closer, Remus didn’t push him away this time. He tried to draw a steadying breath, but realized immediately that it was a mistake as Harry’s scent flooded his senses.

He smelled like wind and sunshine and grass, like flying, or like Quidditch if that was possible. Like adrenaline and freedom.

Remus’ control, stretched far past the breaking point, snapped and he grabbed two fistfuls of Harry’s robes and yanked him closer, kissing him fiercely. Harry molded his body against Remus’ and ground him into the desk mercilessly, not easing the pressure even when they both came away gasping.

“This is wrong on a variety of levels,” Remus rasped. “You’re James’ son. Sirius’ godson!”

“So what?” Harry asked, bending his head to lick a slow line to Remus’ ear. “I’m neither to you,” he breathed, just before he sucked Remus’ earlobe past warm lips.

“I’m your teacher!” Remus gave a last attempt at propriety. “I’mâ€¦uuuunhâ€¦taking advantage of my position!”

“Actually, in this position, I’m taking advantage of you.” Harry’s puff of laughter drove a low growl out of Remus throat, and he pressed Remus into the desk harder, hips circling. “But we could try others, if you like.”

Remus turned his head sharply to the side to capture Harry’s mouth again, their glasses striking each other with an ironically sophisticated ‘clink’. Remus’ hands slid down to grab Harry’s ass and he thrust back, squeezing out any molecules of air that happened to remain between them.

“Besides,” Harry smirked into Remus’ mouth, “I like being taken advantage of by my professors. Or hadn’t you heard?”

Remus leaned his head back and stared at Harry in puzzlement. “Who?”

“Honestly, Professor Lupin,” Harry’s laugh was low and sultry, “did you think I was getting top marks from Snape for turning in potions? You should know me better than that.”

“I hope you don’t think you’ll be getting influenced grades out of me, Mr. Potter.” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“Oh no,” Harry’s half-closed eyes raked over Remus. “This one’s just for pleasure.”

Remus bit back a moan as Harry slid one hand into his robes and began undoing his shirt buttons.

“In that case,” he rumbled, “I think we might be able to work out an exchange.”

“Oh?” Harry asked, reaching up with the other hand to tangle fingers in Remus’ hair.

“Mm-hmm.” Remus let go of Harry’s ass with one hand and wedged it between them, pushing aside Harry’s robe to rub against Harry’s fly. “I’ll keep on doing this, if you do one thing for me.”

“Anything, Professor.” Harry closed his eyes and thrust against Remus’ palm.

“Don’t mention Snape again.”

Harry laughed louder this time, but broke off into a muffled groan when Remus squeezed.

“I mean it,” Remus threatened in a dangerously quiet purr that made Harry shiver gleefully. “If you bring him up once more, I’ll stop, and we go right back to talk about your future.”

“Yes,” Harry agreed breathily.

“Yes what?” Remus pressed sharply, figuring if he was in for a pence, he was in for a pound.

Harry’s eyes opened in surprise, and he appraised Remus’ hard expression for a moment before slitting them closed again with satisfaction.

“Yes, Professor,” he answered, lust dropping his voice half an octave.

“Right then,” Remus pushed Harry back a few inches. “Five points from Gryffindor for having far too many clothes on.”

“You have just as many on,” Harry pouted as he reached up to undo his robe clasp, and the rough fabric slithered down his body to puddle on the floor.

“Careful, or it’ll be another five for cheek.” Remus suddenly appreciated very much the trend of wearing rather tight Muggle clothes that Harry’s year had adopted. His T-shirt clung to well-toned Quidditch muscles; his jeans hugged his ass so tightly that Remus was jealous of the denim.

“Well you know me,” Harry smirked as he leaned back into Remus and sent a questing hand between the werewolf and the desk. He raised an eyebrow as he curved a palm down Remus’ ass. “I’m all about cheek. Now how about that robe, Professor?”

Remus chuckled low in his throat and undid his own robe clasp. The shirt slipped halfway down his shoulders along with it, thanks to Harry’s earlier administrations.

“Professor,” Harry leaned back to get a better look. “What is that?”

“Oh,” Remus flushed slightly, putting a hand up to his throat. “I’d forgot about that.”

“A collar!” Harry didn’t even try to keep the amusement out of his voice. He reached up to finger the thin band of leather and the silver nameplate strung on it. “Moony, I never figured you for a sentimentalist.”

“Old habits die hard,” Remus said gruffly, reaching up to undo it.

“Don’t!” Harry grabbed his hand. “Leave it. Can’t go wrong with leather.”

Before Remus could respond, Harry pulled his hand closer to his mouth and ran the tip of his tongue over a knuckle, savoring the werewolf’s sharp, salty taste. With the other hand, he pulled the tail of Remus’ shirt out of his trousers and undid the last few buttons to push the shirt out of the way entirely.

Collar forgotten, Remus hissed sharply as Harry sucked one of his fingers into his mouth, peering up at Remus from under dark lashes. Harry’s eyes dropped from Remus’ face and ran over his chest, taking in the ragged scars that were sprinkled across Remus’ chest, barely any of them new these days, thanks to the Wolfsbane. Harry released Remus’ finger and bent to lick a hot path along one pale line that ran across Remus’ collarbone.

Remus gasped again as Harry curled his body into Remus’, the heat of the teenager overwhelming against his bare skin.

“Been awhile, has it?” Harry smiled against Remus’ skin, the hand between Remus and the desk squeezing Remus’ ass.

“Five points for irrelevant prying,” Remus growled, pulling Harry’s head back sharply by the hair to glare at him face-to-face. “You’ll speak when spoken to.”

“Mm, yes, Professor,” Harry purred, rubbing closer. Remus kissed him roughly, the hand that wasn’t still tugging on Harry’s hair beginning to creep below Harry’s waistband. Harry ground against Remus harder, groaning his approval.

Remus slid his hand around Harry’s waist, trailing along the skin underneath the waistband and making the teenager arch. Still without removing his fingers that were stroking Harry’s skin, Remus flipped open the button and slipped the rest of his hand inside to stroke Harry, the zipper sliding down slightly against the back of his hand.

“You’re quite experienced with Muggle clothes, Professor,” Harry grinned in between heavy breaths.

“Got your godfather to thank for that,” Remus gave a low chuckle. “No room for underwear between the jeans and your ass, hmm?”

“I don’t hear you complainâ€¦” Harry broke off with a sharp moan.

Remus withdrew his hand from Harry’s jeans abruptly and stepped to the side. Startled, Harry fell forward and bumped into the desk with his hip. Before he could protest, Remus turned him by the shoulder so their positions were reversed, and now Remus was the one pressing Harry into the desk. Remus bent his head to nip Harry’s neck, but seized Harry’s wrists and forced them back against the side of the desk. Harry made a low noise of half-pain.

“Don’t move,” Remus ordered. He waited a moment to make sure Harry was obeying before returning to Harry’s neck. Remus slid his mouth down to where Harry’s neck met his shoulder, lingering long enough this time to leave a mark. Harry let out a ragged breath but didn’t move his hands from the edge of the desk.

“Very good,” Remus murmured, eyeing his handiwork before moving on. He ran his tongue down Harry’s chest and circled a nipple. Harry whimpered and gripped the desk tighter, but when Remus finally closed his mouth on Harry’s nipple, couldn’t suppress an involuntary jerk of his hips. Remus backed up a step immediately.

“I said don’t move,” Remus warned. “I won’t tell you again.”

“Sorry, Professor Lupin,” Harry said penitently. “It won’t happen again.”

Remus closed in on Harry again after another moment, covering his left nipple again with his mouth while his hand drifted up to thumb the other. Harry moaned softly and kept absolutely still this time. With his free hand, Remus began to slide Harry’s jeans down over his hips, a task easier said than done given the tightness of the jeans. After several tortuously slow yet ineffectual pushes, Remus dropped his hand from Harry’s nipple and gave one solid tug that slid the resisting denim nearly to Harry’s knees. Remus growled as Harry’s freed erection bobbed up to brush against his abdomen. Harry squeezed his eyes shut with a gasp and tightened his grip on the edge of the desk until his knuckles were white.

Remus trailed fingers up Harry’s thighs and grasped his hips, careful not to brush anything else besides leg. Harry whimpered as Remus lowered himself carefully to his knees (Harry might be seventeen, but he sure wasn’t), and ran his tongue along the inner edge of Harry’s thigh.

“Professorâ€¦” Harry was nearly shivering with the effort not to move. “Merlin, just do it!”

“Giving me orders?” Remus asked, not moving away this time, but drifting his mouth upwards, pausing at excruciatingly tiny intervals.

“No, Professor,” Harry was very nearly beyond words. “Just, pleaseâ€¦”

Smiling slightly, Remus moved the last half inch to rub Harry’s shaft with his cheek, then turned his face only slightly more to suck the tip. As the heat of his mouth covered Harry, Harry swore in an undertone and arched, driving further into Remus’ mouth.

Remus slid his mouth further down Harry’s shaft, then dragged his mouth back nearly to the tip, tasting salt. Harry cursed again and let go of the desk, bringing his hands up to tangle in Remus’ hair. Remus hummed his disapproval and tried to move his head back, but Harry tightened his grip on Remus’ hair.

“If you stop, I’ll kill you,” Harry hissed. “Professor.”

Laughing deep in the back of his throat, Remus slid his mouth forward again until Harry bumped against the back of his throat. It had been some time, but Remus hadn’t lost his touch; taking a deep breath, he pulled Harry forward by his hips, pushing him past the resistance of his throat. Remus’ lips curved as Harry stiffened in surprise.

I’ll bet Snape doesn’t have that trick in his little repertoire, Remus thought with dark satisfaction. Ten points from Slytherin.

Harry’s surprise didn’t last long. In the space of a half dozen heartbeats, Harry picked up the rhythm willingly enough and began thrusting back into Remus’ mouth. Remus slid one hand from Harry’s hip around to his ass and pushed into the cleft.

Harry arched out of rhythm, and Remus fought to keep from gagging. He gripped Harry’s hip more tightly with the other hand, digging in hard enough to likely leave bruises and holding him against the desk.

Harry, breath rasping and obviously seconds away from the edge, tried to pull out of Remus’ mouth, but Remus moved forward, trapping him against the desk, and looked up to meet Harry’s stare with a direct challenge. Harry, eyes wide, gave one last erratic thrust before hissing a final curse and filling Remus’ mouth. Remus swallowed a few times before starting to suck Harry clean, never dropping eye contact with Harry. Harry swallowed hard as he watched Remus, aftershocks raising goosebumps on his bare arms.

Finally, Remus let Harry slip from his mouth and pulled himself to his feet using the edge of the desk. Harry pressed against him willingly, running his tongue over Remus’ lower lip and giving a little sigh of pleasure.

“I taste pretty good on you, Professor,” he commented. “Isn’t there some way I could turn this into gainful employment?”

“Harry!” Remus sounded as though he were halfway between being scandalized and laughing out loud. “You’re seventeen, my student, and practically related to me! The only thing that could possibly make this more illegal is if I paid you!”

“Hmm,” Harry looked thoughtful, one hand drifting down to unbutton Remus’ trousers. “Have to take it in trade then.”

Before Remus could ask what he had in mind, Harry twisted around in his arms and rubbed his ass against Remus suggestively. Remus took a reluctant half-step back.

“Harry, I’m not sure we should take things this far,” he warned.

“Says the man who just deep-throated me.” Harry looked over his shoulder to make an exasperated face at Remus. “Come on, it’s obvious you want to, and I want to. Don’t regress on me nowâ€¦Professor.”

Remus hesitated for another second before moving forward to press his chest against Harry’s back. He gave a low growl when Harry pressed his ass back against Remus’ cock.

“When you said you’d take it in trade, I hadn’t thought you meant it literally,” Remus chuckled tightly, pushing his trousers down and moving the last few centimeters towards Harry’s well-toned ass.

“A man of my word, I am.” Harry paused his rubbing to toe off one trainer and kick off a jean leg so he could spread his legs further apart. He planted his arms on the desk and, with an over-the-shoulder wink at Remus, leaned forward onto it.

Remus reached over and picked up his wand from his desk. Resting the tip in his hand, he murmured “Facilius” and rubbed the resulting slickness across his fingers.

“Would a quote from Moody about wands and buttocks be inappropriate?” Harry wondered aloud.

“Entirely,” Remus said firmly.

“Better wizards than you haveâ€¦oh!” Harry cut off abruptly as Remus slid a slicked finger inside him.

“Thank Merlin,” Remus rumbled. “I thought I’d have to stick something in your mouth as well to shut you up.”

Harry’s snicker turned into another moan when a second finger joined the first inside him. As punishment for mentioning Moody during sex, Remus didn’t stretch out Harry very much before withdrawing his fingers to slick himself. He guided his erection to Harry’s opening and pushed inside with one abrupt motion. Harry cried out, and thrust back against Remus greedily.

Remus wrapped one arm around Harry’s chest; the other, still slick hand drifted lower, and found Harry mostly hard again already. He wrapped his hand around Harry to stroke in rhythm with his own deliberate thrusts, and Harry laughed throatily, arching against him.

“Surprised?” Harry gasped out, and Remus didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking.

“If your fatherâ€¦taught me anythingâ€¦” Remus growled in between thrusts, “it’s that Iâ€¦should neverâ€¦be amazed byâ€¦a seventeen-year-oldâ€¦boy’s libido.”

Harry let out a disgusted snort, and Remus pressed his forehead into Harry’s back as he laughed, noticing the practical effect of mentioning Harry’s father during sex was virtually nothing. Remus sped up, the hot, wet press of Harry around him promising imminent release.

“Professor Lupin,” Harry moaned, sweaty hands starting to slip a little on the desk. Remus grasped his chest tighter and stroked harder both inside and out, earning another sharp noise from Harry. “Fuck, Remusâ€¦”

Remus felt Harry tighten around him convulsively as hot liquid spilled over his hand, and he had a half-second regret about the Third Year Ravenclaw’s essay parchment on his desk before he came as well, biting Harry’s shoulder and keening deep in his throat.

When he came back to himself, Remus was wrapped tightly around Harry, and he could feel the teenager’s heart still hammering against his chest beneath Remus’ arm. Harry heaved a contented sigh, then shivered as Remus let out a breath across his neck.

Remus took comfort in the physical nearness, nuzzling Harry’s shoulder, but pulled away and out reluctantly when Harry’s arms began to twitch from the effort of supporting him against the desk. Harry turned to face Remus, leaning on the desk and making as if to slide up to sit on it.

“No!” Remus reached out to pull him back down. “Don’t you dare dribble on my desk! I shudder to think of the damage you’ve just done to that poor girl’s essay there already.”

Harry glanced carelessly over his shoulder at the abused piece of parchment.

“It’s only a corner,” Harry shrugged, unconcerned. He shook off Remus and pushed his hips up on the desk anyways. His jeans dangled off one leg ridiculously. “You can Scourgify it.”

“And take half her ink off with it, no doubt,” Remus rolled eyes, bending to pick up his trousers and sliding them on. “You have quite the vocabulary, by the way.”

“Comes from hanging round with Slytherins,” Harry shrugged, then his smile faded. “â€¦and Sirius.”

“Ah,” Remus said softly, moving closer to slide his arms around Harry again. “I thought I recognized a few of those.”

Harry hugged Remus back, letting his head rest on the werewolf’s shoulder, seeking a different kind of physical comfort that Remus was happy to provide. Harry sighed heavily, and Remus’ thoughts turned back to the intended purpose of their meeting.

“We didn’t know what we wanted to do after school, Harry,” Remus assured him.

“You either?” Harry asked.

“Me especially,” Remus nodded. “We’ll figure something out.”

“Not fair,” Harry picked his head up, giving a fake pout behind which Remus could easily see a smile twitching. “I didn’t even mention Snape.”

Remus laughed warmly, giving Harry a last squeeze and kissing his forehead affectionately before tugging him off the desk.

“Get dressed, Potter,” he ordered, giving Harry a playful shove. “Get out of my office.”

“Yes, Professor,” Harry grumbled, still pretending to sulk. “What’s your big hurry?”

“Mr. Finnigan’s advisement meeting is next,” Remus informed him, scooping up both their shirts off the floor and handing Harry his. “I doubt he’d be amused if we were in our present states when he arrived.”

“Shows what you know about Seamus,” Harry smirked, but he put his foot back through the loose leg of his jeans and pulled them up obediently. “Let’s just say it’s not only girls who have a crush on the Defense teacher this yearâ€¦”

“You Gryffindors only like me because I teach you all those questionable curses,” Remus laughed off his compliment, but looked pleased. He tugged his shirt up onto his shoulders and reached for the bottom button, but Harry reached out a hand to stop him.

“Let me,” he said, looking up at Remus questioningly. Remus dropped his hands and let Harry do what he wanted, content to enjoy the aesthetic value of the shirtless Gryffindor standing in front of him.

Harry laid a tentative hand on Remus’ bare chest and ran his fingertips over several of the pale scars.

“Do they hurt?” Harry asked.

“No, they’re old,” Remus shrugged, Harry’s light touch raising goosebumps.

“So’s mine,” Harry pointed out. Remus reached up and brushed Harry’s fringe out of the way to rub his thumb across the familiar lightning-shape. Harry went cross-eyed trying to look up at Remus’ hand, then huffed laughter as he batted it away and returned to buttoning Remus’ shirt. He paused before doing up the last button, brushing the collar’s nameplate thoughtfully. Remus reached up and squeezed Harry’s hand, and Harry flashed him a knowing smile, which Remus returned gladly.
Harry stepped back after he’d finished and admired his handiwork, then reached behind him with a sigh and plucked his T-shirt off the desk. He pulled it over his head, murmuring something Remus didn’t quite catch while the shirt was still covering his face.

“What was that?” Remus asked, reaching over and tugging the shirt down to reveal Harry with his hair sticking up even more than usual and his glasses knocked askew.

“I said,” Harry repeated, reaching up to adjust his glasses, “do you see my trainer anywhere?”

“Erâ€¦no,” Remus admitted, glancing about the floor. Harry bent to pick up their robes and shook them, but no shoe fell out. “It’s got to be here somewhere.”

Harry and Remus continued to glance around the floor as they rearranged their robes. There was a knock on the door while they were still searching.

“It’s Seamus!” a voice called through the door. “I’ve got an appointment!”

“Yes,” Remus called back. “Hold on for just a moment!”

“Aha!” Harry noticed a shoelace sticking out from underneath the desk and pounced. “Gotcha!”

“Come on in, Seamus,” Remus hollered, shaking his head at Harry. Harry grinned back.

Seamus paused in the doorway, glancing back and forth between Remus, who was casting a hurried cleansing spell on his desk, and Harry, who was holding his shoe.

“Well, Mr. Potter,” Remus straightened up and crossed his arms in a teacherly manner. “I have to say this was not the most productive meeting I have ever had with you.”

“Hmph,” Harry’s petulant expression returned, but his eyes were grinning.

“I suggest we meet again next week.” Remus managed to keep from smiling through supreme force of will. “And I’ll expect you to be very creative.”

“Yes, Professor,” Harry pulled a face at Seamus on his way by as the other boy sat down rather uncertainly. He paused in the doorway, out of Seamus’ line of sight, and stuck his tongue out at Remus, before grinning and waving goodbye with his shoe.

Remus looked down at the papers on his desk in an attempt to regain his composure. The Ravenclaw’s essay stared back up at him, foiling the attempt. Finally he looked up at Seamus, folding his hands in front of his mouth to hide his smirk. Seamus stared back, still looking vaguely confused. Remus waited several long moments, until he was sure he wouldn’t laugh in the poor boy’s face. Then he sat his hands on his desk and plastered a very fake smile on his face.

“So, Seamus,” he said brightly, “what would you like to do after Hogwarts?”

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Title: I’ll Take That Under Advisement [Remus/Harry]
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for some over the desk action.
Summary: Remus hates advisor meetings, and Harry’s not making things easier.
A/N: Written for Lyricalnights for the 2003 Merry_Smutmas exchange.
Remus Lupin shifted around some papers on his desk and then straightened them unnecessarily, stalling for time. Finally he could put it off no longer. He folded his hands on his desk and plastered a cheerful smile on his face.

“So, Harry,” he said brightly, “what would you like to do after Hogwarts?”

“Nothing,” the dark-haired Seventh Year scowled, slouching down even further in his chair and kicking the front of Remus’ desk with a dull clunk.

I hate advisor meetings, Remus growled internally, but his plastic smile did not dim one iota. How Minerva did this for all those years without snapping is beyond me.