Actually, Remus never wanted to be a teacher. Like, he loved children, so teaching seemed a nice idea but it was more the “I don’t know what I wanna do, so I’ll be whatever first comes to my mind” kind of choice.
But now that he was a primary school teacher for more than five years he couldn’t imagine himself choosing any other occupation.
Maybe being a full-time wizard but such profession didn’t exist yet.
He’s never had any problems with kids but this time something went wrong.
He started teaching a new class in autumn and it was nice, he always enjoyed working with first graders, they were so loud but so sincerely curious about everything and generally cute.
Harry Potter was one of them, a very active small boy in round glasses.
Remus secretly liked him more than others, so funny and quick-witted this boy was.
And this boy was the problem. No, not himself the problem. But his uncle (probably?) was. A very hot uncle, to be honest. No wonder Remus couldn’t resist his very bi thoughts.
The uncle’s name was Sirius and to add to Remus’ despair he was not only hot but nice and friendly and cute and amusing and intelligent and perfect as well.
So, yeah, it was pretty clear Remus was a goner.
But if it was just this, it wouldn’t be too bad. He could pine and pine and pine until Harry graduates. Good plan, isn’t it?
Harry though obviously wasn’t satisfied with Remus’ plan. What else for would he just say something like, “Mr. Lupin, what does handsome as hell mean? I’m not swearing, oh, I didn’t know it was swearing! It’s just how Sirius described you to dad.” He smiled so mischiefly after saying it that Remus could bet he knew exactly what handsome as hell meant.
Remus blushed every time Sirius appeared somewhere around and it was frequent because Harry’s parents were busy with work a lot of time (Lily was a doctor, James was a police officer). Sirius though always tried to have a small talk with him, looking a little shy and was it flirting? Maybe, but very awkward. And cute.
Remus still was afraid he had misunderstood something, so he responded to Sirius’ more and more obvious innuendos but never did them himself. After all, he is a teacher.
It could last forever if Harry wasn’t a wonderfully good kid. Good kids help silly and helpless adults. Also, he was a wonderfully smart kid and he really did like Remus and wanted Sirius to be happy.
Here he was on Friday afternoon, waiting for Sirius to pick him up and recalling his previous talk with his dad. A perfect opportunity.
It was a bad day for Remus and even the fact that it was the last day of work at this week didn’t help. He was dying for parents to come and get the children, so he can go home and have a bath. And chocolate.
He checked the clocks for umpteenth time and learned painfully that it was already half an hour past his working schedule but he couldn’t leave the kids and go. Two were still in the classroom, Harry and Neville, playing with toy trains.
Remus saw Sirius hurriedly coming into the class and exhaled. Minus one. And Sirius was wearing skinny jeans and left his hair down, which was rare. The day obviously started becoming better.
“Oh hey,” Sirius said a few minutes later, after recovering his breath. “Sorry I delayed you, work.”
“It’s fine,” Remus smiled. “ Harry, you’ve gotta go! Say bye to Neville.”
Harry stood up a little disappointed and did say bye to Neville. He came to Sirius and embraced his leg.
“Hey,” he looked as innocent as a young chamomile. “Did you work out your problem?”
“What problem, Bambie?” Sirius brushed his hair, smiling. Remus suddenly felt tender warmness.
“You said dad that you don’t know how to ask Mr. Lupin out. Did you solve this problem?” Harry looked up to Sirius with a cunning smirk. Little James Potter himself, who would argue?
“That’s..That’s not that I meant, I..” Sirius murmured to Remus, dumbfounded. “That’s.. God, what the hell I’m talking about. Oh, shit, I swore. Again. Sorry, Harry go play with Neville a little.” Harry shrugged and went away.
“So, that’s not what you meant?” Remus raised one eyebrow and by his expression Sirius could say that he was rather disappointed.
“It is what I meant. I.. kinda like you?” Sirius sighed. “Yeah, I really like you. And I thought, maybe you too? A little?”
“I do. I do like you a lot,” Remus grinned. “Are you gonna ask me out or what?”
“Right,” Sirius said, blushing. “So, will you go out with me?”
“Of course,” Remus shrugged light-heartedly and held Sirius’ hand as Harry grimaced triumphantly, sitting on the carpet with Neville.
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