the_debt_of_time

"Language!" Hermione hissed.
"Ease off, Hermione," Harry said.
"If Snape's teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts again, I'm skiving off," Ron
declared as they headed toward the Defence classroom. "Check who's in there, Hermione."
She peered around the classroom door and smiled brightly at the sight of Professor
Lupin. "It's okay!"
The class entered the room all welcoming back their professor, not with kind words
asking about his health, but with complaints about Professor Snape and the unfair
treatment and ridiculous assignment.
"It's not fair, he was only filling in, why should he give us homework?"
"We don't know anything about werewolves―"
"—two rolls of parchment!"
"Did you tell Professor Snape we haven't covered them yet?" Professor Lupin
asked, frowning slightly.
The babble broke out again.
"Yes, but he said we were really behind―"
"—he wouldn't listen!"
"—two rolls of parchment!"
Professor Lupin smiled at their indignation. "Don't worry. I'll speak to Professor
Snape. You don't have to do the essay."
"Oh, no," Hermione said disappointedly. "I've already finished it!"
Professor Lupin laughed and then knelt down in front of her desk with a kind smile
that made her cheeks feel hot. His attention felt both exciting and comfortable all at the
same time.
"Hermione, I would be delighted to read your essay. If you'd like, I will consider
giving you extra credit for all the hard work I know you put into it."
She smiled brightly and let out a loud sigh of relief.