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Letters and some ground rules.
Chapter 03
"That was unacceptable!" Hermione said as they exited the first defence class "Is he really that insensitive or was he just totally wasted! Either way, what he did to you and Neville is unacceptable!" Harry looked at Hermione and waited for her to calm down. "He is not drunk" he said, somewhat bothered with what had happened, but more for Neville than himself, "there was not a single drop of alcohol on the zip he kept taking, that it is something else…"
"How did you know Harry?" He looked at her with a smile and simple touched his own nose.
After almost a week at Hogwarts, with some good food and no nightmares for the time being, Harry was feeling a lot better, also his appetite has attacked with total force. "Come, Lunch is starting and I am starving." Harry waited for the comparison with Ron, but it never came.
During lunch Harry sat down again with Hermione at his right, talking about Mad Eye, both the class and the time he turned Malfoy into a ferret. A couple minutes later Katie and Angelina entered the hall, and take their now usual places, Katie on Harry's left side and Angelina across the table. Harry didn't mind the sudden new arrangement, both girls were pleasant and smart, and even Hermione seem to enjoy the talking, when the subject was not quidditch. Harry also didn't admit, but he liked the way Katie touch his leg or lean on his shoulder, and her now familiar smell of grass and strawberries became one of his favourites, together Hermione's mint and earth.
Then an enormous own descent upon them. It was brown and black, almost double the size of Hedwig, with big yellow and grey eyes. "Wow" Harry said as it landed in front of him. "This one is new…" "Doesn't look like a specimen commonly seem in England" said Hermione looking curiously.
"It is French", said Angelina. "My uncle has one that looks like that, just not that big". The three other nodded and the owl extended her leg showing the letter. Harry took it and gave the big bird a nice piece of meat, before she took off.
Harry looked at the envelope, and the smell hit him like a punch. Not the owl smell, but the one that came from the envelope, it was floral… lilies and vanilla. The three girls looked curiously to the name written on it, "Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons, France". "Well" said Katie "obviously a girl, maybe an international fan girl trying to set you up before the tournament?" She finished with a touch of jealousy in her voice.
"Well, my experience with mail is not the best one" answered Harry "but there is only one way to find out", and he opened the letter.
The smell came before anything, even stronger than the envelope, he sniffed deep, that smell could be addictive he thought, but it seems only him could and Katie could notice. He started reading.
Monsieur Harry Potter
I know it can be weird and somewhat distressing to receive a letter from a total stranger, although I imagine with your fame you must be somehow used to it. At this point I must stress, do not worry, I am not any kind of fangirl.
Of course, I know of your deeds, as they are famous even in France, although I have a way safer source of information than the news outlets (ask your friend Angelina about her cousin) so I must ask, please don't be alarmed by this letter.
I am writing you because this summer many things happened, and more than one concern you. For one, I get to know "Moony and Padfoot" and I am glad to say they are both safe, but rather concerned about you. There is more, but I am afraid it would be forcing my boundaries, so I decided to write and get to know you, as we may meet and even need each other later this year as I am sure you are aware of the triwizard tournament.
If you are somewhat interested, I am looking forward to your response.
Respectfully
Fleur Delacour
Harry gave a knowing look at Hermione after the mention of Remus and Sirius. "Angelina?"
"I do have a cousin that goes to Beauxbatons, named Regine, she has a friend named Fleur, he roommate I think".
"Sorry ladies" Harry said getting up, "I got a letter to write".
.oOo.
Hermione and Katie walked back to the Gryffindor tower after Harry had left. Katie was a little confused by his rush to write the letter, but Hermione reassured her it had more to do with the contents of the same than the sender, "but that is his secret to tell" the bush hair girl said when they arrived at the common room. She stopped before entering and took Katie's arm.
"Katie, what are you doing?"
Katie sighed, she knew that was coming.
"Look Hermione, I REALLY like you, damn, we actually look up too you, even the older girls, you may really be the brightest witch of our time" she said with a sincere smile. "And I truly do believe that you and that noble git can do amazing things for the wizardry world, especially if he overcomes his self-esteem problem, and dam, he really doesn't know how hot he is…" Hermione bit her lower lip, in total agreement. "We have seen you two dance around each other for a long time, but this time something is different, and I decided, if you are not making a move, I will!"
"But… what changed?" Asked a little shocked Hermione.
"I guess you know, damn, knowing the kind of shit you two always get into, you probably was there!" Katie turned to the portrait "as I said, I really like you, as a model and as a friend" she gave Hermione a knowing look over the shoulder "I am even willing to share, with the right girl…" she smiled and entered the room.
Hermione blushed furiously, biting her lower lip.
.oOo.
Fleur came down to the common room for breakfast, thinking about the dream. The same dream, where she was close to the big black green-eyed wolf keep happening every night. She noted some small differences the last few days. Now she could touch the beast, he's raven black fur, and feel his warm on her hands, even after she waked.
There was no houses at Beauxbatons, so the tables at the common great hall were divided by year. Fleur got sit on the sixty-year table and eat a very light and frugal breakfast, with some hot black coffee, she was not looking forward to beans and bacon, or some of the other things Regine told her about english breakfast. After eating, she was enjoying her coffee and talking with her only friend about the day's schedule when the owls entered the room, bringing the mail, magazines and daily news. Bertrand, the big Delacour owl had come back the day before, with no answer, to her disappointment.
But now, a beautiful white owl had landed in front of her. Fleur was stunned, not only by the way it looked, but also by the spark of cleverness on his eyes. "Hello pretty boy" she said, and the owl shook its feathers angrily, "sorry, girl? Ah, a really pretty girl, do you want some water?" The owl drunk it happily. "Do you have something for me?" Fleur asked trying to hide her excitement. The owl extended her leg and the magical letter appeared on the parchment.
"So?" Regine asked, making no effort to hide her excitement.
"He answered…" Fleur proceed to open the letter.
Dear (?) Miss Delacoeur
Sorry for the late response, as you may notice through this letter, I am not very good with this correspondence thing. I had to actually start this letter several times. For that, I am sorry in advance.
First of all, really, really thank you for the news about Moony and Padfoot, it makes me really relieved to hear about them, and, I believe you do understand the reasons for being discreet about them.
I am also thankful that you get your information about me trough Regine (I asked Angelina about her, please send her my thanks) and not from the media. As you can imagine, my relationship with them is not the best, to say the least, since my second year at Hogwarts, when they discovered that I was nothing like they hoped, and I didn't want to be that person. They wanted "the boy who lived" and I was just Harry. But I digress. I understand this is hard to relate, sorry for that.
I must say I look forward for meeting you and to talk more at length about our mutual acquittances as it is hard to do it by letter, I also look forward to knowing more of you and learn more about wizardry people around the world.
Sorry if I annoyed you in any way.
Best regards
Harry Potter
PS: this beautiful lady that delivered the letter is called Hedwig, if you can, please see to her to get some rest and food, she loves bacon…
Fleur was astonished, the boy looked reluctant, a little shy and really thankful, nothing like she expected, but what does she expect? Another pompous prat like the ones she met at the political parties at Delacour manor? He was worried about the well-being of his owl, what that says about someone? And, goodness, he didn't imagine how well she understands about how he felt, about not wanting to meet people's expectations about herself.
She looked at Regine "I think is worth a response" the girl said with a smile.
"If you would wait for just a little more..." Said Fleur looking at Hedwig now, "I can get you some bacon, and a response to your master" the owl poured in agreement.
.oOo.
"That giant moron bloody git!" Daphne Greengrass almost screamed at the table at the back of the library, getting some angry looks from the other occupants.
"Daphne, language!" Hermione told her "we are in a library. Also, his behaviour is nothing more than a symptom of a way more serious problem on the wizardry world."
"How can you be so analytical about this!" The Slytherin asked. "I never understood how you and Harry put on with him, you guys are leagues above him, the brat only drags you both down! He is not even funny like his brothers" she took a deep breath coming back to her ice Queen persona. "Did you told Potter?".
"No, Ron was his first friend, and Harry already have too much in his mind, I don't think is a good idea."
"So you know their Friendship will probably not survive this…" She was good, Hermione though, but didn't answer.
After a couple minutes is silence, Daphne asked. "Should I assume you are still in touch with professor Lupin?"
"Hum… why you would say that?" The Slytherin pointed at the large collection of books on the table, most about lycanthropy, very good indeed, Hermione though again, just like Harry said. "Not exactly, although is related…" she answered. That made her remember. "What time is it? I need to go to the quidditch practice!"
"Quidditch?" Daphne said with a grim, " I thought you didn't like it."
"Hey, I watched all the Gryffindor games last year!" Hermione said, pretending to be offended.
"Watched the games or some player in particular?" Hermione blushed and gave Daphne a wave before leaving the library.
Hermione walked to the quidditch field, to find that the training was not yet over, she sat at the bench and watched. A couple rolls under her, she could see Romilda Vaine, and some other fangirls, if only they knew… then she looked up, and there he was, on his element, making loops and free falls just for the pleasure of doing, then he bolted, and passing through the arcs faster than any other player and emerged with the snitch in hands. She bit her lip when she saw Katie flying and giving him a big hug, they looked beautiful there in the air, Hermione though sadly.
As everyone landed and direct themselves to the dressing room, Harry caught a glimpse of Hermione e flew towards her, the fan girls sending her murderous looks.
The boy landed at her side, smiling. He lifted his ever-clean goggles up and looked at her with those eyes. It was not fair, she thought. The way he made her feel, down to her center…
She came back to earth when he asked "Are you ok?"
"Yeah yeah...", just lost in his thoughts.
"So... Quidditch practice Mione?"
"I needed to get you alone" she saw the fan girls leaving, looking at them. "I had made some researched" she started, entering that full lecture mode Harry was so familiar. "And discovered some things, it is impressive what they do not teach us here" Harry sat down on her side, resting the firebolt on his shoulder. "For example, the fact lycanthropy can only affect magical beings, sure the muggles have their legends, but probably is because they crossed paths with some infected wizard. See, the curse needs a magic core to grow, it feeds on the wizard magic"
"Like a virus?"
"Kinda, I guess the best analogue would be the rabies virus". Now Harry looked scared, and she quickly continued "but it is not deadly by itself. Quite the contrary". Now he looked confused.
"As I said, the curse feeds on the magic of the host, at first I thought it would use it to create and sustain the transformation, that is the reason people feel drained after the transformation cycles, but then I discovered is not only that. It uses the magic for other things too. As the transformation approach, your physical attributes may increase, and your senses become more and more enhanced."
"That explains a lot" said Harry.
Hermione sighed, "That is accompanied from a substantial increase in aggressive tendencies and… appetites…" she seemed uncomfortable.
"I will get angry easily and eat more? Like Ron?"
"Not funny Harry! I mean really aggressive, dangerous even, and… there are other kinds of appetites…"
"What do you mean…"
"Sexual appetite…"
They both stay there, blushing in silence for a couple minutes.
"Hum… well… there is more…" she continued as he buried his face on his hands, "depending on the time and magical power of the wizard, the changes can become permanent… not that you will be a wolf all the time, but senses, physical strength... And… the other things… that's the reason werewolves can't be professional athletes…"
He looked at the field in silence…
"Just my luck, don't you think?" he said finally, not looking at her "sometimes it seems I am a character on the most weird story… And Mione, before you start, for once, I don't regret it!"
He got up "I need a shower" he looked at her in the eyes, Hermione felt her heart accelerating. "Hermione, when you are going to tell me what happened with Ron?"
.oOo.
Harry saw the girl go a little pale, but she dismissed him, telling he got more important things to worry about. He knew something was wrong, and he hated sharing his time between his two friends. Although, expending some time with Hermione, away from Ron, had made him rethink some of the boy's attitude, as well as his own. How much of Ron's behaviour he had overlooked by the simple fact he didn't want to antagonise his first friend.
With that though, he entered the dressing room and noticed that the other players had already been gone. Good, he preferred that way, he didn't like people looking at him as some sort of defenceless kid, like madam Pomfrey did every time he ended up at the hospital wing.
He threw his pants on the wooden bench, as well as his boots, knee pads, gloves and his goggles. A little blind he opened the shower and proceed to remove his shirt. A second after it has pass through his head, he took a deep breath and stopped, scared.
He was not alone.
He took another deep breath.
"Katie…?" he said, blushing, but without turning.
"You know…" he heard she saying in a low voice, "we can go after the bastard that made this to you and make him pay."
Harry froze, he stayed there, on his boxers, knowing that she could see his back. She approached him, and something started pouting on the back of his mind… something that usually just appeared on the full moon nights. Amplifying his senses … and needs.
A hand touched his shoulder and started turning him around, "You smelled me, don't you? I knew it!" He was turned to her now, she was really close. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. Her hands traced the scar of Remus bite. "Interesting summer indeed" she whispered, then said on his ear, sending shivers on his back "tell me Harry, what do I smell like?" his body responded before his mouth, the wolf was close now…
"Like... the grass... of the field... mixed with fresh strawberries" he answered without even notice, she was too close, Harry was uncomfortably aware of his erection, and certainly she was too.
Katie slowly put the glasses on his face, and suddenly he could see her. Harry's eyes went wide with the site, she had her shirt unbuttoned, showing her flat and defined stomach, and the little valley between her breasts. Her legs were toned and muscular, her body was fit from years of quidditch. Her knickers were simple cotton blue ones, but well fitted, as he could discern the contours of her center. He felt his member jump against his boxers, but couldn't bring himself to speak.
"Thank you" she said with a grim. "You look good too, Harry…" she said tracing her fingers through his chest and abdomen, getting dangerously close of his boxers.
"Take her…" the wolf whispered on his mind…
Katie closed the distance between them and put her arms around his neck, their bodies touching almost head to toe. They were almost the same high, she lifted herself on the point of her feet and grinded her panties clad center on his erection. She approached her mouth onto his. "You can touch me Harry…"
She kissed him, and his mind went blank for a second, then it started again, but the wolf was there with him now. Her tongue liked his lips, as if asking for permission, which he granted. She was almost mapping his mouth, her tongue dancing against his own and his lips. Her hands runned through his messy hair, forcefully grabbing it. Without though, Harry's hands grabbed her firm bum, helping her grind against his member. "Yes" she whispered when she let go of his mouth, gasping for air.
With one hand she grabbed and pushed Harry's hair, exposing his neck, which she moved to kiss, bite and suck with much need, the other hand scratched his back from top to bottom, as his own hands worked her ass. She increased the rhythm of her hips until she came the first time, biting his neck. He left a small grunt as she slowed down.
"We are not done yet…" she whispered on his ear, before lightning bite his earlobe.
Breathing heavy, not thinking clearly, Harry let Katie take him, and lead him to the wooden bench. "You… you are beautiful" finally could say after mustering all the conscious mind he got left. "Thank you…" she answered, helping him out of his boxers. She looked at Harry's member, pulsing with his heartbeat, and liked her lips. "Now relax, let me do the work…"
She passed his leg over his lap, standing in front of him, Harry's hands grabbed her breasts, and Katie let out a little moan.
With one hand, Katie grabbed his dick, and with the other, she pushed her knickers to the side. Letting herself go down a little, first she rubbed Harry's member head at her entrance, then, without let it in, slide all the way to the base. Harry felt how dripping wet she was, spreading her juices on him, she repeated the movement two more times, stopping only to tease her clit, then, on the third, she aligned his cock with entrance and buried herself in it.
She let out a loud moan, feeling full and Harry instantly thought that it was one of the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Katie looked at him, she was suet, her hair was a mess, but there was a sparkle on her eyes, and the smile, Harry loved that smile. The feeling his was getting from his member was different from anything he ever imagined, hot, wet, cosy, delicious… he won't know how to describe.
Then she started moving…
Harry gasped, it was amazing, her juices dripping into him, her hands grabbing his shoulder, her moans, he felt alive. The tension building on his member was almost unbearable. "Harry!" Katie screamed as she approached the climax. "Come for me Harry…" that was enough to send both to the edge, screaming as they came together.
Katie collapse into Harry's shoulder, panting. Both stayed there, still connected in bliss for a couple minutes. He could fell the wolf subsiding, satisfied, he felt a little guilty for letting himself get carried away like that. But then Katie looked at Harry, and there was the smile, the one he would do anything to give her. So radiant and beautiful. "Thank you, Harry" she whispered, "it was amazing, better than I could ever expected…" she got up, and both moan at the lost contact. "You, sir, need a shower". She took her things, and move in the direction of the girl's dressing room.
"I see you at dinner" Katie said smiling, leaving a very satisfied, but also very confused Harry at the bench.
Letters and some ground rules.
Chapter 03
"That was unacceptable!" Hermione said as they exited the first defence class "Is he really that insensitive or was he just totally wasted! Either way, what he did to you and Neville is unacceptable!" Harry looked at Hermione and waited for her to calm down. "He is not drunk" he said, somewhat bothered with what had happened, but more for Neville than himself, "there was not a single drop of alcohol on the zip he kept taking, that it is something else…"
"How did you know Harry?" He looked at her with a smile and simple touched his own nose.
After almost a week at Hogwarts, with some good food and no nightmares for the time being, Harry was feeling a lot better, also his appetite has attacked with total force. "Come, Lunch is starting and I am starving." Harry waited for the comparison with Ron, but it never came.
During lunch Harry sat down again with Hermione at his right, talking about Mad Eye, both the class and the time he turned Malfoy into a ferret. A couple minutes later Katie and Angelina entered the hall, and take their now usual places, Katie on Harry's left side and Angelina across the table. Harry didn't mind the sudden new arrangement, both girls were pleasant and smart, and even Hermione seem to enjoy the talking, when the subject was not quidditch. Harry also didn't admit, but he liked the way Katie touch his leg or lean on his shoulder, and her now familiar smell of grass and strawberries became one of his favourites, together Hermione's mint and earth.
Then an enormous own descent upon them. It was brown and black, almost double the size of Hedwig, with big yellow and grey eyes. "Wow" Harry said as it landed in front of him. "This one is new…" "Doesn't look like a specimen commonly seem in England" said Hermione looking curiously.
"It is French", said Angelina. "My uncle has one that looks like that, just not that big". The three other nodded and the owl extended her leg showing the letter. Harry took it and gave the big bird a nice piece of meat, before she took off.
Harry looked at the envelope, and the smell hit him like a punch. Not the owl smell, but the one that came from the envelope, it was floral… lilies and vanilla. The three girls looked curiously to the name written on it, "Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons, France". "Well" said Katie "obviously a girl, maybe an international fan girl trying to set you up before the tournament?" She finished with a touch of jealousy in her voice.
"Well, my experience with mail is not the best one" answered Harry "but there is only one way to find out", and he opened the letter.
The smell came before anything, even stronger than the envelope, he sniffed deep, that smell could be addictive he thought, but it seems only him could and Katie could notice. He started reading.
Monsieur Harry Potter
I know it can be weird and somewhat distressing to receive a letter from a total stranger, although I imagine with your fame you must be somehow used to it. At this point I must stress, do not worry, I am not any kind of fangirl.
Of course, I know of your deeds, as they are famous even in France, although I have a way safer source of information than the news outlets (ask your friend Angelina about her cousin) so I must ask, please don't be alarmed by this letter.
I am writing you because this summer many things happened, and more than one concern you. For one, I get to know "Moony and Padfoot" and I am glad to say they are both safe, but rather concerned about you. There is more, but I am afraid it would be forcing my boundaries, so I decided to write and get to know you, as we may meet and even need each other later this year as I am sure you are aware of the triwizard tournament.
If you are somewhat interested, I am looking forward to your response.
Respectfully
Fleur Delacour
Harry gave a knowing look at Hermione after the mention of Remus and Sirius. "Angelina?"
"I do have a cousin that goes to Beauxbatons, named Regine, she has a friend named Fleur, he roommate I think".
"Sorry ladies" Harry said getting up, "I got a letter to write".
.oOo.
Hermione and Katie walked back to the Gryffindor tower after Harry had left. Katie was a little confused by his rush to write the letter, but Hermione reassured her it had more to do with the contents of the same than the sender, "but that is his secret to tell" the bush hair girl said when they arrived at the common room. She stopped before entering and took Katie's arm.
"Katie, what are you doing?"
Katie sighed, she knew that was coming.
"Look Hermione, I REALLY like you, damn, we actually look up too you, even the older girls, you may really be the brightest witch of our time" she said with a sincere smile. "And I truly do believe that you and that noble git can do amazing things for the wizardry world, especially if he overcomes his self-esteem problem, and dam, he really doesn't know how hot he is…" Hermione bit her lower lip, in total agreement. "We have seen you two dance around each other for a long time, but this time something is different, and I decided, if you are not making a move, I will!"
"But… what changed?" Asked a little shocked Hermione.
"I guess you know, damn, knowing the kind of shit you two always get into, you probably was there!" Katie turned to the portrait "as I said, I really like you, as a model and as a friend" she gave Hermione a knowing look over the shoulder "I am even willing to share, with the right girl…" she smiled and entered the room.
Hermione blushed furiously, biting her lower lip.
.oOo.
Fleur came down to the common room for breakfast, thinking about the dream. The same dream, where she was close to the big black green-eyed wolf keep happening every night. She noted some small differences the last few days. Now she could touch the beast, he's raven black fur, and feel his warm on her hands, even after she waked.
There was no houses at Beauxbatons, so the tables at the common great hall were divided by year. Fleur got sit on the sixty-year table and eat a very light and frugal breakfast, with some hot black coffee, she was not looking forward to beans and bacon, or some of the other things Regine told her about english breakfast. After eating, she was enjoying her coffee and talking with her only friend about the day's schedule when the owls entered the room, bringing the mail, magazines and daily news. Bertrand, the big Delacour owl had come back the day before, with no answer, to her disappointment.
But now, a beautiful white owl had landed in front of her. Fleur was stunned, not only by the way it looked, but also by the spark of cleverness on his eyes. "Hello pretty boy" she said, and the owl shook its feathers angrily, "sorry, girl? Ah, a really pretty girl, do you want some water?" The owl drunk it happily. "Do you have something for me?" Fleur asked trying to hide her excitement. The owl extended her leg and the magical letter appeared on the parchment.
"So?" Regine asked, making no effort to hide her excitement.
"He answered…" Fleur proceed to open the letter.
Dear (?) Miss Delacoeur
Sorry for the late response, as you may notice through this letter, I am not very good with this correspondence thing. I had to actually start this letter several times. For that, I am sorry in advance.
First of all, really, really thank you for the news about Moony and Padfoot, it makes me really relieved to hear about them, and, I believe you do understand the reasons for being discreet about them.
I am also thankful that you get your information about me trough Regine (I asked Angelina about her, please send her my thanks) and not from the media. As you can imagine, my relationship with them is not the best, to say the least, since my second year at Hogwarts, when they discovered that I was nothing like they hoped, and I didn't want to be that person. They wanted "the boy who lived" and I was just Harry. But I digress. I understand this is hard to relate, sorry for that.
I must say I look forward for meeting you and to talk more at length about our mutual acquittances as it is hard to do it by letter, I also look forward to knowing more of you and learn more about wizardry people around the world.
Sorry if I annoyed you in any way.
Best regards
Harry Potter
PS: this beautiful lady that delivered the letter is called Hedwig, if you can, please see to her to get some rest and food, she loves bacon…
Fleur was astonished, the boy looked reluctant, a little shy and really thankful, nothing like she expected, but what does she expect? Another pompous prat like the ones she met at the political parties at Delacour manor? He was worried about the well-being of his owl, what that says about someone? And, goodness, he didn't imagine how well she understands about how he felt, about not wanting to meet people's expectations about herself.
She looked at Regine "I think is worth a response" the girl said with a smile.
"If you would wait for just a little more..." Said Fleur looking at Hedwig now, "I can get you some bacon, and a response to your master" the owl poured in agreement.
.oOo.
"That giant moron bloody git!" Daphne Greengrass almost screamed at the table at the back of the library, getting some angry looks from the other occupants.
"Daphne, language!" Hermione told her "we are in a library. Also, his behaviour is nothing more than a symptom of a way more serious problem on the wizardry world."
"How can you be so analytical about this!" The Slytherin asked. "I never understood how you and Harry put on with him, you guys are leagues above him, the brat only drags you both down! He is not even funny like his brothers" she took a deep breath coming back to her ice Queen persona. "Did you told Potter?".
"No, Ron was his first friend, and Harry already have too much in his mind, I don't think is a good idea."
"So you know their Friendship will probably not survive this…" She was good, Hermione though, but didn't answer.
After a couple minutes is silence, Daphne asked. "Should I assume you are still in touch with professor Lupin?"
"Hum… why you would say that?" The Slytherin pointed at the large collection of books on the table, most about lycanthropy, very good indeed, Hermione though again, just like Harry said. "Not exactly, although is related…" she answered. That made her remember. "What time is it? I need to go to the quidditch practice!"
"Quidditch?" Daphne said with a grim, " I thought you didn't like it."
"Hey, I watched all the Gryffindor games last year!" Hermione said, pretending to be offended.
"Watched the games or some player in particular?" Hermione blushed and gave Daphne a wave before leaving the library.
Hermione walked to the quidditch field, to find that the training was not yet over, she sat at the bench and watched. A couple rolls under her, she could see Romilda Vaine, and some other fangirls, if only they knew… then she looked up, and there he was, on his element, making loops and free falls just for the pleasure of doing, then he bolted, and passing through the arcs faster than any other player and emerged with the snitch in hands. She bit her lip when she saw Katie flying and giving him a big hug, they looked beautiful there in the air, Hermione though sadly.
As everyone landed and direct themselves to the dressing room, Harry caught a glimpse of Hermione e flew towards her, the fan girls sending her murderous looks.
The boy landed at her side, smiling. He lifted his ever-clean goggles up and looked at her with those eyes. It was not fair, she thought. The way he made her feel, down to her center…
She came back to earth when he asked "Are you ok?"
"Yeah yeah...", just lost in his thoughts.
"So... Quidditch practice Mione?"
"I needed to get you alone" she saw the fan girls leaving, looking at them. "I had made some researched" she started, entering that full lecture mode Harry was so familiar. "And discovered some things, it is impressive what they do not teach us here" Harry sat down on her side, resting the firebolt on his shoulder. "For example, the fact lycanthropy can only affect magical beings, sure the muggles have their legends, but probably is because they crossed paths with some infected wizard. See, the curse needs a magic core to grow, it feeds on the wizard magic"
"Like a virus?"
"Kinda, I guess the best analogue would be the rabies virus". Now Harry looked scared, and she quickly continued "but it is not deadly by itself. Quite the contrary". Now he looked confused.
"As I said, the curse feeds on the magic of the host, at first I thought it would use it to create and sustain the transformation, that is the reason people feel drained after the transformation cycles, but then I discovered is not only that. It uses the magic for other things too. As the transformation approach, your physical attributes may increase, and your senses become more and more enhanced."
"That explains a lot" said Harry.
Hermione sighed, "That is accompanied from a substantial increase in aggressive tendencies and… appetites…" she seemed uncomfortable.
"I will get angry easily and eat more? Like Ron?"
"Not funny Harry! I mean really aggressive, dangerous even, and… there are other kinds of appetites…"
"What do you mean…"
"Sexual appetite…"
They both stay there, blushing in silence for a couple minutes.
"Hum… well… there is more…" she continued as he buried his face on his hands, "depending on the time and magical power of the wizard, the changes can become permanent… not that you will be a wolf all the time, but senses, physical strength... And… the other things… that's the reason werewolves can't be professional athletes…"
He looked at the field in silence…
"Just my luck, don't you think?" he said finally, not looking at her "sometimes it seems I am a character on the most weird story… And Mione, before you start, for once, I don't regret it!"
He got up "I need a shower" he looked at her in the eyes, Hermione felt her heart accelerating. "Hermione, when you are going to tell me what happened with Ron?"
.oOo.
Harry saw the girl go a little pale, but she dismissed him, telling he got more important things to worry about. He knew something was wrong, and he hated sharing his time between his two friends. Although, expending some time with Hermione, away from Ron, had made him rethink some of the boy's attitude, as well as his own. How much of Ron's behaviour he had overlooked by the simple fact he didn't want to antagonise his first friend.
With that though, he entered the dressing room and noticed that the other players had already been gone. Good, he preferred that way, he didn't like people looking at him as some sort of defenceless kid, like madam Pomfrey did every time he ended up at the hospital wing.
He threw his pants on the wooden bench, as well as his boots, knee pads, gloves and his goggles. A little blind he opened the shower and proceed to remove his shirt. A second after it has pass through his head, he took a deep breath and stopped, scared.
He was not alone.
He took another deep breath.
"Katie…?" he said, blushing, but without turning.
"You know…" he heard she saying in a low voice, "we can go after the bastard that made this to you and make him pay."
Harry froze, he stayed there, on his boxers, knowing that she could see his back. She approached him, and something started pouting on the back of his mind… something that usually just appeared on the full moon nights. Amplifying his senses … and needs.
A hand touched his shoulder and started turning him around, "You smelled me, don't you? I knew it!" He was turned to her now, she was really close. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. Her hands traced the scar of Remus bite. "Interesting summer indeed" she whispered, then said on his ear, sending shivers on his back "tell me Harry, what do I smell like?" his body responded before his mouth, the wolf was close now…
"Like... the grass... of the field... mixed with fresh strawberries" he answered without even notice, she was too close, Harry was uncomfortably aware of his erection, and certainly she was too.
Katie slowly put the glasses on his face, and suddenly he could see her. Harry's eyes went wide with the site, she had her shirt unbuttoned, showing her flat and defined stomach, and the little valley between her breasts. Her legs were toned and muscular, her body was fit from years of quidditch. Her knickers were simple cotton blue ones, but well fitted, as he could discern the contours of her center. He felt his member jump against his boxers, but couldn't bring himself to speak.
"Thank you" she said with a grim. "You look good too, Harry…" she said tracing her fingers through his chest and abdomen, getting dangerously close of his boxers.
"Take her…" the wolf whispered on his mind…
Katie closed the distance between them and put her arms around his neck, their bodies touching almost head to toe. They were almost the same high, she lifted herself on the point of her feet and grinded her panties clad center on his erection. She approached her mouth onto his. "You can touch me Harry…"
She kissed him, and his mind went blank for a second, then it started again, but the wolf was there with him now. Her tongue liked his lips, as if asking for permission, which he granted. She was almost mapping his mouth, her tongue dancing against his own and his lips. Her hands runned through his messy hair, forcefully grabbing it. Without though, Harry's hands grabbed her firm bum, helping her grind against his member. "Yes" she whispered when she let go of his mouth, gasping for air.
With one hand she grabbed and pushed Harry's hair, exposing his neck, which she moved to kiss, bite and suck with much need, the other hand scratched his back from top to bottom, as his own hands worked her ass. She increased the rhythm of her hips until she came the first time, biting his neck. He left a small grunt as she slowed down.
"We are not done yet…" she whispered on his ear, before lightning bite his earlobe.
Breathing heavy, not thinking clearly, Harry let Katie take him, and lead him to the wooden bench. "You… you are beautiful" finally could say after mustering all the conscious mind he got left. "Thank you…" she answered, helping him out of his boxers. She looked at Harry's member, pulsing with his heartbeat, and liked her lips. "Now relax, let me do the work…"
She passed his leg over his lap, standing in front of him, Harry's hands grabbed her breasts, and Katie let out a little moan.
With one hand, Katie grabbed his dick, and with the other, she pushed her knickers to the side. Letting herself go down a little, first she rubbed Harry's member head at her entrance, then, without let it in, slide all the way to the base. Harry felt how dripping wet she was, spreading her juices on him, she repeated the movement two more times, stopping only to tease her clit, then, on the third, she aligned his cock with entrance and buried herself in it.
She let out a loud moan, feeling full and Harry instantly thought that it was one of the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Katie looked at him, she was suet, her hair was a mess, but there was a sparkle on her eyes, and the smile, Harry loved that smile. The feeling his was getting from his member was different from anything he ever imagined, hot, wet, cosy, delicious… he won't know how to describe.
Then she started moving…
Harry gasped, it was amazing, her juices dripping into him, her hands grabbing his shoulder, her moans, he felt alive. The tension building on his member was almost unbearable. "Harry!" Katie screamed as she approached the climax. "Come for me Harry…" that was enough to send both to the edge, screaming as they came together.
Katie collapse into Harry's shoulder, panting. Both stayed there, still connected in bliss for a couple minutes. He could fell the wolf subsiding, satisfied, he felt a little guilty for letting himself get carried away like that. But then Katie looked at Harry, and there was the smile, the one he would do anything to give her. So radiant and beautiful. "Thank you, Harry" she whispered, "it was amazing, better than I could ever expected…" she got up, and both moan at the lost contact. "You, sir, need a shower". She took her things, and move in the direction of the girl's dressing room.
"I see you at dinner" Katie said smiling, leaving a very satisfied, but also very confused Harry at the bench.
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