Bond/Harry backstory

Bond had been at the school for years, but Harry still didn't feel like he knew him particularly well. He admired the skill with which he did magic, if finding it a bit rough for his tastes. And he admired the way he looked from behind, and even better, the way he occasionally looked outside on the pitch in the summer with his shirt off. But Harry was more than used to admiring attractive men from afar, and had no desire for such complications. Besides, without corroboration he suspected that Bond was more the sort to have a dalliance with a student than another teacher. So they were friendly, but as far as Harry knew, Bond had never given him a second thought.

Though it appeared they were going to have an opportunity to get to know one another a bit better, as they'd been sent jointly to fetch a new student from, well, bum fuck middle of nowhere. And they'd been sent to fetch him personally because he was a werewolf and well, that was a rather sensitive matter.

Of course, not hours into the trip, a snowstorm completely grounded them. And as they stomped snow off of their shoes in the doorway of frankly a pretty shit hotel, Harry could tell that Bond was not particularly happy about the situation.