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You only wanted one night. At nineteen, back at Hogwarts for eighth year and thoroughly tired of being the last virgin standing, Y/N makes a decision: go to the Three Broomsticks, find an attractive stranger, and finally get it over with. No names. No promises. No awkward morning after. The man she chooses is older, scarred, devastatingly gentle, and far more tempting than she expected. One drink becomes flirting. Flirting becomes a night Y/N knows she’ll be thinking about for a very long time. There’s just one tiny problem. The next morning, she walks into Defence Against the Dark Arts and finds him standing behind the professor’s desk. Remus Lupin. Her new professor. Now every lesson is torture. Every lingering glance means too much. Private tutoring is a terrible idea, jealousy keeps slipping through Remus’s perfect composure, and hearing him growl “Miss Y/L/N” is becoming dangerously entertaining. Remus knows they cannot repeat what happened. Y/N knows he still wants to. With secrets, forbidden attraction, stolen moments, emotional chaos, and enough sexual tension to set Hogwarts on fire, one supposedly consequence-free night is about to become something neither of them can walk away from. The question isn’t whether they’ll cross the line again. It’s how long Professor Lupin can pretend he doesn’t want to.