"Want"
. P a r t 1 .
Pairings: RW / RL
Series: If anyone is interested in continuing it then your very welcome to it, just pleas tell me and where is your continuation going to be.
Disclaimer: The character's belong to J. K Rowling. Notes: The title comes from "Disturbed 'Want', as does the overall name of the future series if anybody wants to adopt it. Summary: When Remus is accidentally put under a spell it has some unforeseen consequences. Warnings: Okay, this is serious. This involves sex between two guys, but one of them happens to be in the form of a wolf at the time. That means bestiality, kids. If it sickens you, then bail out . now.
"Goddess Hecate, bless this union. Let the heart and mind see what the eyes will not." Reaching up, Ginny Weasel cut off a lock of her hair and dropped it into the mixture of viscous liquid in front of her, eyes widening as it sparked slightly. "Let the subconscious know want." She picked up the gold chain lying on the bench and started to lower it into the bowl. "Let the heart hunger without reason." Swirling the chain into the mixture, Ginny continued. "Goddess Hecate, answer this prayer and let the will of desire be all." Releasing her hold on the chain, Ginny watched as the gold sank into the liquid, disappearing from sight. Seconds passed, as the mixture started to bubble and glow. The young witch shielded her eyes as the light increased, flaring once before dying down. Staring at the now clear mixture, Ginny started to smile.
***
Hermione Granger jumped as a loud howl ripped through the room. Spinning around in her chair, she glared at the large wolf pacing back and forth in the small cage. "Professor Lupin, will you settle down, I'm trying to study."
The werewolf stopped his pacing and looked at her.
"You know," Hermione commented to the other person in the room, "when he looks at me like that I swear he knows exactly what I'm saying."
Severus Snape shook his head. "Studies have shown that werewolves have no ability to understand human words when they're in wolf form," the potions professor told her.
Hermione looked at her Watcher in amazement. "Studies?" she repeated. "You mean, there are people who actually *study* werewolves?!"
Snape nodded. "Oh yes, I've had many a fascinating conversation with crypto zoologists debating-" Hermione waved a hand, cutting Snape off in mid-sentence. "No, I don't wanna know." The Slayer sighed. "I'm sure that if I was a *normal* teenager this kind of conversation would frighten me. Who would of thought that just a few years ago my only concern was whether or not I made the best grades. And now look at me - baby-sitting a werewolf." She sighed again as she looked down at her open potions text book in front of her. "At least *some* things never change, right Snape?"
"Hmm, quite."
"Snape, the sky has just turned orange and there's a vampire looking in the window and flipping you off."
"Hmm, quite... what did you just say?"
Hermione ducked her head to hide the smile that spread across her face. "I'm sorry, Professor Snape, it's just that you're so *easy*." The Slayer's words were met with silence. Looking at her Watcher, Hermione frowned at the controlled look on his face. "Snape?"
Snape flicked his eyes towards the door. "You know that comment you made about the vampire at the window?"
"Yeah?" Hermione felt her heart sink, knowing what his next words would be.
"Well, it appears that you weren't that far off."
Rising slowly to her feet, Hermione turned to face the door, her face twisting into a grimace when she saw the vampire leaning nonchalantly against the wall.
"You're the Slayer," the vampire stated, pushing himself away from the wall.
"Last time I looked," Hermione nodded.
"My name is Gregor, and I'm going to kill you."
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Do you guys get the same book of cheesy lines when you're bitten? Just for once I'd like something different than being told you're going to kill me. Dinner and flowers would be a nice change."
A frown crossed Gregor's face. "I'm going to kill you," he repeated.
"Fine," muttered Hermione, crouching down and pulling a stake out of her bag. "Let's do it, then. Only, could we be quick, I have a potions test in the morning and I'm trying to study for it."
The vampire growled as he shifted to gameface. Charging at the Slayer, he yelled as she span and ducked out of the way.
Parrying to the right, Hermione kicked her leg up, swearing as Gregor anticipated the move and caught her leg.
Gregor laughed. "Not a very original move, Slayer," he taunted, twisting her leg painfully.
"Yeah?" Hermione grimaced. "Well how about this?" Jumping, the young woman span her body in mid-air, kicking the vampire in the face with her free foot.
Gregor flew backwards, screaming as he hit the book cage and fell to the ground. The anger showing on his face, he leapt to his feet and charged once more at the Slayer.
Ducking out of reach of Gregor's hands, Hermione thrust the stake up into his chest, grimacing as the vampire exploded in a shower of dust. "Ewww! This is a new shirt!" she exclaimed, wiping the dust off her shoulder. "You'd think they'd-"
"HERMIONE!" A loud crash reverberating through the library cut off Snape's' yell.
Hermione span around to see Prof. Lupin throw himself against the door that was hanging off the book cage; the door that had broken when Gregor had slammed into it. The door quivered on its hinges, and a third running jump from the wolf had it on the floor. "Professor Lupin, *no!*" Hermione yelled, knowing the futility of her words as Remus sprinted for the library doors. "Dammit!" she cursed.
Running to the desk and leaning over it, Snape grabbed the tranquillizer gun from where he kept it and threw it at the Slayer.
Her hand shooting out, Hermione caught the gun as it came towards her and bolted towards the door after the wayward werewolf, knowing Snape wouldn't be far behind.
***
Ginny smiled as she poured the last of the mixture into the bottle. She'd been halfway through the spell when her roommates entered the room, forcing her to come into Snape's potions lab to complete it. She knew she'd taken a chance breaking into Draco's locker to steal the chain, but the spell had required something of his to bind it to him. Now that she'd personalized the spell to the two of them, all she had to do was find a way to slip some of the liquid into his food or drink and he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her. Looking around the bench at what she'd been using, Ginny packed the remainder of the herbs she'd brought with her and her spell book back in her bag. Picking up what was left, the young witch headed over to the sink and quickly washed everything, careful to return it all to exactly where she'd got it from. Turning back to the bench, Ginny collected the full bottle from where she'd left it, muttering when she realized her bag was too full to fit it in. Tucking the bottle under her arm, Ginny swung her bag onto her shoulder and left the potions class. The sound of her footsteps softly echoed through the corridor as she headed towards the girls dorms. Turning a corner, she stopped in her tracks at the sight of the large creature /a werewolf?! / that was barreling straight for her. She didn't have time to move out of the way when it ran into her, knocking her bag off her shoulder and the bottle from under her arm. Cursing, Ginny watched in horror as the bottle tumbled to the ground and smashed, the liquid flying everywhere and hitting the wolf in the face. A long, pink tongue darted out and swept over the wolf's muzzle, trying to lick off the sticky mixture that clung to his fur.
"Remus!" The yell came from down the corridor.
Looking up, Ginny saw Hermione Granger stop and aim at the wolf with what looked like some sort of dart gun. /Professor Lupin?! / she thought, looking at the large wolf. /Remus is a *werewolf?! */
Growling low in his throat, the wolf didn't even glance back as he ran around Ginny and towards the school doors.
***
Skidding around the corner, Hermione ground to a halt as she saw Remus run into someone, a loud crash signaling that whatever they had been carrying was now in pieces. "Remus!" she yelled, hoping to get the wolf's attention long enough for her to aim and fire the tranquilizer gun. Raising the gun, the Slayer targeted the wolf, belatedly recognizing the other person as Ginny. She was just about to pull the trigger when Remus dodged behind Ginny, causing the other girl to block the line of fire. Muttering as Remus headed out of the school at full speed, Hermione broke into a run and followed him.
Stopping on the steps of the school, Hermione scanned the area, but there was no sign of the werewolf. A rustling in the bushes caught her attention, and Hermione raised the tranquilizer gun, firing a dart into the darkness. Heading over, she pushed the branches out of the way, trying to see if she'd hit Remus. Track marks in the dirt told her that the werewolf had been there, but there was nothing else. Kicking the ground in frustration, the brunette turned around and walked back into the school.
"Did you catch him?" Snape asked from his position next to Ginny.
The Slayer shook her head. "Maybe. I fired at *something*, by the time I got out there it was already gone."
Snape muttered something under his breath as he looked at Ginny. "It appears we may have a further problem," he said, holding up a book. "This fell out of Ms Weasel's bag." He handed Hermione the book.
Hermione groaned as she read the title. "Oh, this is all we need."
***
Snape looked at the young woman sitting at the library table. "What kind of spell was it?" he demanded.
Ginny ignored him.
"Don't try me, young lady," the potions teacher warned. "We have a loose werewolf out there and if he's under some kind of enchantment then we need to know about it before he hurts someone."
Ginny glanced down at the hands in her lap. "He won't hurt anyone."
"Then you didn't get him with it?" Hermione asked.
Ginny shook her head. "When the bottle smashed, some of the potion hit Professor Lupin in the face and he licked it off. It should kick in about 30 minutes." She paused for a second. "Is Professor Lupin *really* a werewolf?"
Hermione ignored the question, leaning forward until her face was millimeters from Ginny's. "*What* should kick in?"
Ginny sighed. "It was a love spell."
"A love spell?" Hermione repeated. "You hit *Remus* with a *love* spell?!"
The young witch rolled her eyes. "It wasn't *meant* for the professor!" she countered hotly.
"He's still the one you hit," the Slayer retorted.
"Which spell did you use?" Snape asked.
Ginny muttered and looked down at the table. "It was a subconscious desire one," she eventually answered.
Hermione looked over to Snape in confusion. "Subconscious desire?"
Snape begun to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Unlike a traditional love spell, a subconscious desire one doesn't cause the enchanted to fall in love with the enchanter. Rather, their thoughts will be concentrated on that person, although they won't know why. They'll dream about and find themselves totally focused on that person."
Hermione pinned Ginny with her gaze. "I hope you can undo this. The professor isn't going to be happy when he finds himself obsessed with you."
"He won't," the witch replied. "I personalized the spell to me and someone else who *isn't* the professor."
"Does that mean it won't work on him?" Hermione looked over at Snape.
"Not quite," Snape answered. "From what I understand this just means that Remus will fixate on the person *already* in his subconscious, instead of having someone placed there by the spell." He looked at Ginny for confirmation.
Ginny nodded.
"So, Remu's subconscious will be obsessed with the person he loves now?" Hermione asked.
Snape nodded. "Exactly, so when he's dreaming, or..." His voice trailed off as he looked over to Hermione in horror. "Oh no."
"Snape?" Hermione studied her Watcher.
"Remus has no conscious thought when he's in wolf form. His actions are governed completely by instinctual and *subconscious* behavior."
"Subconscious..." Hermione matched Snape's horror as she realized what he meant. "Sirius!" Grabbing the tranquillizer gun off the table, Hermione started towards the door. "We've *got* to find Remus," she stated. "*Before* Sirius has an obsessed werewolf on his hands."
"Agreed," nodded Snape, heading after her. "We should head to Sirius's. He'll track him there and then we can knock him out and..." Snape looked over to the door hanging off the broken cage, "not bring him back here."
"Andrew," Hermione said.
Snape frowned at his charge.
"We can take him to Andrew's," the young witch expanded. "He's got some chains that attach to the wall. Remus would never be able to break them, especially if we keep him sedated."
The Watcher raised an eyebrow at his companion's words.
Hermione flushed involuntarily. "I saw him use them on another vampire once," she explained quickly.
Snape didn't reply to his Slayer's hasty explanation. Turning back to look into the library, he fixed his gaze on Ginny. "I trust there's a reversal spell for this in that book of yours."
"Yes," Ginny answered.
"Good, have it ready for when we find Remus. I want this countered as soon as possible." Not waiting for the red head witch to reply, Snape headed out of the cage room with Hermione.
***
Ronald Weasley muttered to himself as he walked down the dark pathway. He'd been studying for the potions test when his supposed best friend came in the bedroom kissing and fondling Cho Chang. The one and only that he'd pursed. Since he couldn't stand seeing them together he left. It didn't matter that it was two in the morning, and Hogwarts wasn't exactly a safe place to be out when it was dark.
He'd managed to get to get out of the school without getting caught. It wasn't fair. Cursing his supposed best friend inability to think with his head and not with his dick Ron now found himself outside of the protection of the school grounds. Ron stuffed his hands further into his school robes and quickened his pace slightly.
Ron stopped, suddenly feeling something watching him. "Stop it, Ronald," he derided himself. "You're imagining things." Continuing down the path, Ron listened intently, his breath quickening when he heard something in the shadows. Closing his eyes briefly, Ron spun around. "Stop right there!" he demanded. A low growling from the darkness was his only answer. "I'm not scared," Ron called out, unsure if he was trying to persuade himself or whoever was following him, "so you'd better come out." The soft click of claws on concrete drew his attention to the other side. Ron swallowed as a large wolf stepped out of the shadows. "Professor Lupin?" he exclaimed, recognizing the other man's wolf form. "How did you get out?"
Remus growled, slowly walking towards Ron.
Ron backed away gently, careful not to make any hasty moves.
Remus continued to growl low in his throat as he took another step towards Ron.
Ron took a few more steps back as he hastily tried to grab his wand from his pocket and once again curse when he remembered that he forgot it in his room. "Uh, good Remus," Ron tried to placate the wolf. "Nice Remus. If you go back to your cage I'll bring you a bone tomorrow night." Ron thought for a moment before shaking his head. "I don't believe I just said that," he muttered to himself. "Remus, if you can understand a word I'm saying then just forget that last part."
His only reply was the sound of heavy panting.
Ron held his breath as Remus took yet another step towards him. Just as the werewolf was about to come even closer, a dog barked somewhere in the distance.
Remus ears flattened as he tilted his head towards the sound.
Taking advantage of the wolf's momentary distraction, Ron turned and begun to run, cursing when he heard Remus running after him, heavy paws pounding against the floor. His mind racing, Ron dodged in another direction, before suddenly veering away again. /Stick to the floor,/ he told himself. /Then at least you can hear him coming./ As the footfalls behind him got louder Ron's mind screamed that it didn't *want* to hear Remus coming. Squashing down on the panic that threatened to overwhelm him, Ron skidded around a corner, he had quickly removed his school robe so the werewolf could get distracted while he escaped.
***
Landing on the soft earth beneath him, the wolf's nose twitched as he picked up the scent of the one he was chasing intermingled with those of the forest. His senses alive with the thrill of the hunt, he took off through the shadows.
***
Hermione grimaced as Snape parked the car a little too sharply, causing her to slide forward in her seat.
Ignoring the glare Hermione was sending in his direction, Snape pulled the keys out of the ignition and dropped them into his jacket pocket. "You go and explain to Black what's happening, I'll get the tranquillizer gun out of the boot."
Hermione nodded at her Watcher as she got out of the car and jogged up the path to Sirius's house. She and Snape had decided that it would be best to wait at Sirius's and just let Remus come to them, instead of hunting him. So all they had to do was sit and wait for Remus to show up and knock him out with the tranquillizers. After that it would be easy enough to get him into the car and up to Andrew's.
***
Ron's muscles burnt as he ran through the woods. Staggering to a stop, he leant against a tree, fighting off the acrid bile that rose in his throat, his entire body trembling with the effort of pulling more air into his lungs. He wanted to cough, but jammed his arm over his mouth to stop it, not wanting to give his position away to his pursuer. Tears of frustration leaked out of his eyes as he heard the sound of Remus running after him, twigs snapping under the werewolf's weight. A mixture of fear and despair crashing over him, Ron took deep gulps of air and set off again, his body screaming with every step.
***
Stopping as silently as he had been running, the wolf halted as his attention was drawn to movement in one of the bushes. Crouching down and preparing to attack, the wolf stood still. The bushes rustled as a small rabbit darted out from the leaves. Growling his frustration, the wolf ignored the small creature. Raising his head, his nose scented the air, the tang of sweat and fear on the wind brushing over him. In a flurry of movement, the wolf darted out and grabbed the rabbit in his teeth, deftly snapping the small creature's neck between his jaws. Dropping the body in disdain, the wolf tore at the carcass before losing himself once more to the hunt, leaving behind the animal that had dared to distract him from his goal.
***
Stumbling slightly, Ron shuddered to a halt, his body rebelling, and refusing to move any further. His legs feeling like jelly, and his lungs like they were about to explode, Ron tried to take another step, only to sink to the ground as his legs crumpled beneath him. Pulling air into his body in panting gasps, Ron leant back against a tree, trying desperately to regain his breath. When the piercing burn running through his body had dulled to a constant throb, Ron forced himself back to his feet. Taking an experimental step, Ron smiled when he managed not to collapse back to the ground. The smile soon fled from his face when the soft growl reached his ears. Turning around slowly, Ron's heart dropped into his stomach as his eyes met Remu's stare.
The werewolf padded towards Ron. Forcing his legs to carry him, the boy backed up, crying out softly when his back hit the tree behind him. His eyes darting around, Ron screamed internally when he realized there was nowhere to run to that the wolf couldn't get him. Turning his full attention back to Remus, Ron met the werewolf's smoky gaze. "Don't do this, Professor Lupin," he pleaded softly. "This isn't you." A sob tore at his throat, but the boy refused to let it out. Ron looked deep into the wolf's eyes, trying to reach the person he knew was in there. "Remus, if you do this, think how you'll feel when the morning comes." Ron snorted. "Hell, think how *I'll* feel," he tried. "I'm too young to be used as a werewolf chew toy."
The werewolf tilted his head, as though listening to the words.
"Come on, Remus," Ron urged. "I *know* you're in there."
The werewolf took a step forward before stopping.
Ron held his breath as recognition flooded into the wolf's eyes. Remus growled softly and shook his head, and the spark of humanity Ron had seen fled.
The wolf padded forward, the soft crunching of the dead leaves under his paws loud in the silence. His lip curling back, Remus started to growl quietly.
His fingers clenching at the soil beneath them, Ron closed his eyes, the sound of his heart pounding drowned out by the wolf's heavy panting. Feeling the wolf's hot breath across his face, Ron slowly opened his eyes, seeing his fear reflected back at him in the large yellow pools that studied him. Neither wolf nor human moved as the shadows surrounded them, the utter stillness of the tableau finally broken by the tear that ran down Ron's cheek and splashed onto his trousers. Ron cringed, biting his lower lip to stop himself from crying out as Remus leant in closer, sniffing his face. Finally, Remus pulled back. Glancing away, it was as though the wolf was considering something before his head snapped back to fix on Ron, his teeth bared. Ron closed his eyes again, unwilling to see the wolf baring down on him, and the cry that echoed through the park was abruptly cut off as the werewolf pounced.
***
Slowing his run, the wolf closed his eyes briefly as the scent of his prey pricked the back of his nose. The other was so close he could almost feel him with the wind that ran through his fur. Padding into a small clearing, the wolf growled softly as he saw the one he was hunting slowly rise to his feet and start to limp away. He stopped growling as the young one turned to look at him, the tang of fear in the air rising. Blue eyes darted around, seeking escape and the wolf squashed the snarl that rose in him. The hunt ended here. The chase had ended and the cub's game was over.
Soft sounds fell from the young one's mouth, but the wolf ignored them as he tilted his head, studying the body in front of him. The unique scent that had allowed him to track the other through the trees filled the air around them and something flared deep inside the wolf; some sense of recognition. This was...
A vision filled the wolf's mind. The hated cage that he always seemed to be in, and the unnatural, *human* scents that permeated everywhere. He saw the female who so often challenged his dominance, and the elder male who smelled like the musty scent of the room that surrounded the cage. And then the other elder male, the one who wished to mate with him. He could smell his readiness every time he came near, so strong it almost overpowered the underlying scent that clung to him; the scent of sorrow, and pain, and something that screamed at him to avoid him. And finally the cub, *his* cub, who sat in the corner, watching. The cub who spoke to him when they were alone; soft, melodic sounds. The one who called him professor and friend; the one who called him...
A pain shot through the wolf's mind as he tried to remember. Shaking his head, he growled softly as the image fled from him, leaving his memory blank. Stalking forward, the wolf closed the distance between himself and the other. The cub's eyes were squeezed shut and the wolf waited until he opened them again, mesmerized by shimmering blueness in them when he did. Unable to draw himself away, the wolf watched as a silver trail worked its way down the boy's cheek. Following the wetness as it slid down, the wolf could smell the salty, bitter scent wafting over him. He could see the moon reflected in the moisture that ran down the cub's face and he turned his head to look at the full, bright disk that hung in the sky. Feeling the indescribable jolt of energy that ran through him each time he looked at the moon, the wolf turned his attention back to the reason he was there. The cub had closed his eyes again and the wolf felt a curious pang hit him. He *wanted* to see those eyes, wanted to see himself reflected in them. Sitting back on his haunches, the wolf continued to study the cub. The pale, furless body beckoned him and he didn't want to resist. Standing, the wolf glanced once more at the moon, and pounced.
Pushing the cub to the ground, the wolf tried to nuzzle at the body beneath him. Growling his displeasure at the barrier that stopped him, the wolf extended his claws and started to paw at the material. Pleasure ran through him as a ripping sound split the relative silence around them, and he could at last feel the unhindered heat of the body against his fur, the trembling causing it to tingle slightly. Resting his paw on the other's neck, he purred soothingly, trying to calm the shaking. Nuzzling the hairless skin, the wolf's tongue darted out to lap at the sweat that clung to the taut body. The trembling and scent of fear from the cub jumped and the wolf was flooded with confusion. He didn't understand what there was to be frightened of. There was nothing in the surrounding area that could harm them. Surely it wasn't him the other was frightened of? Didn't the young one realize? He wasn't truly hunting, merely claiming what was already his.
Seeking to still the increasingly frantic movements beneath him, the wolf nipped the cub gently on the neck, giving a grumbling purr as he went limp with submission. Using his claws and teeth to pull the rest of the material away from the cub, the wolf didn't stop until there was nothing between him and the heat he craved. The wolf swept his tongue over the body, resolutely pleased when a shudder ran through the boy and the scent of arousal started to fill the air. Rubbing his face over the still trembling flesh, the wolf worked his way down the cub's body, steadily marking each piece of skin that he could get to. The wolf paused, before pushing his cub's thighs further apart with his nose, giving him better access. The wolf swept his tongue over the flesh in front of him, doing it again when the cub crooned his pleasure. Pushing his nose into the dark crevice, the wolf's tongue darted out, pulling back again when the body beneath him shuddered.
Concern for the cub consumed the wolf, until the increased scent of arousal hit him and the thighs shifted even further apart. Lapping at the entrance to the body, the wolf laved it with his tongue, probing inside slightly as the cub started to rock back and forth. Pulling back with the taste of the cub on him, the wolf gently mounted the other. The body under him mewled softly as the wolf felt himself enveloped by tight heat. Instinct and want governing his movements, the wolf moved in and out of the body under him, yowling as he felt the cub start to move with him. Pistoning in and out, the wolf was held tightly by a clenching grip. A grumbling purr accompanying every thrust, the wolf pushed harder, trying to bury himself deeper in his cub as the other jerked and the scent of completion surrounded them. White hot pleasure washing over him, the wolf howled as his essence flooded into the warm body beneath him, marking the other as his for life. Mine. Forever. Mate.
***
Hermione sighed as she hugged her legs to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. "Well, this was a waste of time," she commented.
"I don't understand it," Snape muttered. "Remus should have followed the trail straight here."
"Maybe I *did* hit him with the tranquilizer and he ended up sleeping it off somewhere," offered Hermione.
Snape smiled dubiously. "Yes, that's got to be it."
Other questions over Remus whereabouts were interrupted as the door to the library opened and Ginny walked in, holding a bottle. "Here," she said, walking over and handing it to Snape. "That's the reversal for the desire spell. Just mix a few drops in with some water and get the Professor to drink it."
Snape took the bottle. "And I hope this has taught you about the dangers of playing around with magic, young lady."
Ginny glared at him. "Yeah, course it has," she muttered.
The Watcher reached out and gripped her arm in his hand. "I mean it, Ginny," he told her, a slight edge to his tone. "What you did was reckless and irresponsible; someone could have been seriously hurt."
"Snape is right," added Hermione. "We got lucky tonight." She lifted her head to look at the first rays of sunlight coming in through the window. "I'm just grateful it's all over."
"Yes, we've been lucky," Snape echoed his Slayer's words, as he followed her gaze to the window, the rising of the sun doing little to settle the feeling of dread in his stomach. "Very lucky indeed."
***
Remus Lupin moaned softly as he woke up, the bird next to him singing loudly. The professor frowned; since when did his cage have birds in it? Reaching out a hand, Remus fingers sank into the soft dampness that felt nothing like the floor of the cage. Cracking his eyes open, Remus winced as the bright light hit him. Raising a hand to shield his face, he looked around, taking in the bushes and trees. "Definitely *not* the cage," he murmured. Pushing himself to his feet, Remus glanced around, relived to find that he was alone. Like every time he turned into the wolf, he couldn't remember anything from the night before, including how he had escaped from the book cage. The last thing he remembered was the pain of the change overtaking him and the sight of the cage fading to black.
Glancing down at his naked body, Remus grimaced and started to walk. Luckily, the room he shared with Sirius wasn't too far away. He just hoped that Sirius had put the spare key back under the plant next to the door. Too lost in his thoughts, Remus didn't watch where he was putting his feet, and jumped slightly when he stood in something squishy. Looking down in trepidation, Remu's stomach turned as his gaze fell on the eviscerated rabbit. Wiping his foot on the grass, Remus sighed. It was only the first change of his cycle and already he'd escaped, ended up naked outside of Hogwarts, and trod in rabbit guts - yes, there were times he *really* hated being a werewolf.
***
Ron quietly closed the door to the bathroom, careful not to wake his sleeping roommates. The fact that he'd been out all night was likely to bother his roommates and the fact that he'd been out all night and come back looking like hell was another thing. Opening the door to the bathroom and praying that it wouldn't creak, Ron slipped inside, grateful for the sudden familiarity surrounding him. Walking into the middle of the room, the boy took of his school robe stripped off the remainder of his shirt, dropping the shredded material on to the floor. Looking down at his clothes, Ron frowned. The shirt he was wearing *had* been his favorite, but now it was little more than tatters - Remu's claws had seen to that; as well as to the rips running down the trousers that just barely covered his modesty. He'd been lucky that no one had been out so early in the morning, he *really* didn't want to know what his classmates or anybody else would say for indecent exposure. Shaking his head to clear it, Ron gingerly removed the scraps of material that made up his shirt, wincing as the rough cloth scraped down his arm. Kicking off his shoes and socks, he undid his trousers and let them fall in a pool around his ankles before stepping out of them.
Ron flicked on the light. Heading over to the sink, he looked into the mirror above it, wincing at his bloodshot eyes. Ron lightly ran a finger over the claw marks that adorned his shoulder and chest, shivering suddenly as the situation hit him. Unable to keep his stomach from rebelling, Ron lurched over to the toilet, throwing up.
Resting his head against the cool porcelain, Ron waited until the dry heaves wracking his body died down before pushing himself back to his feet and staggering back to the sink. Turning on the water, he quickly rinsed the bitter taste out of his mouth, splashing some water on his face when he was done. Raising his head, Ron stared at the visage that looked back. He didn't look any different, but he was; he could *feel* it, *knew* it. And Remus must have known it too, why else would he...
Running his fingers through his hair, Ron stared at his reflection, his cock twitching at the memory of the wolf moving within him. He snorted, slightly hysterically. Not only had he just be fucked six ways to Sunday by a werewolf, but he'd enjoyed it; come from the feeling of the wolf's body covering him, entering him. "And the prize for the sickest guy in Hogwarts goes to..." he murmured.
His mind replaying what had happened, Ron continued to stare into the mirror. When he'd pulled out of Ron's body, the wolf had meticulously cleaned both of them with his tongue before laying next to him with his head resting on the boy's stomach and falling asleep. Gently lifting the wolf's head, Ron had rolled out from under the sleeping wolf and gathered the remainder of his clothes. When he'd finished dressing, he'd leant down to get his jacket when a sharp pain had sliced into his arm. Looking into the wolf's now open eyes, Ron had frozen in place. After what had seemed like an eternity, the wolf had lowered his head back onto his paws and fallen back asleep. Backing away as quietly as he could, Ron had moved out of the clearing, then turned, and run back to the relative safety of Hogwarts.
Forcing himself out of his memories, Ron went to the showers. He was suddenly absurdly hissing in pain as the warm water hit his open chest wound's and his arm that graced his flesh. The wound that had been a gift from Remus as he'd tried to leave. The gift that made sure he would never forget what had happened, that he would be reminded each and every month; the gift in the shape of a wolf bite.
T.B.C.
IF anybody is up to it then continuing it . just . please tell me so I can go and read it!
Pairings: RW / RL
Series: If anyone is interested in continuing it then your very welcome to it, just pleas tell me and where is your continuation going to be.
Disclaimer: The character's belong to J. K Rowling. Notes: The title comes from "Disturbed 'Want', as does the overall name of the future series if anybody wants to adopt it. Summary: When Remus is accidentally put under a spell it has some unforeseen consequences. Warnings: Okay, this is serious. This involves sex between two guys, but one of them happens to be in the form of a wolf at the time. That means bestiality, kids. If it sickens you, then bail out . now.
"Goddess Hecate, bless this union. Let the heart and mind see what the eyes will not." Reaching up, Ginny Weasel cut off a lock of her hair and dropped it into the mixture of viscous liquid in front of her, eyes widening as it sparked slightly. "Let the subconscious know want." She picked up the gold chain lying on the bench and started to lower it into the bowl. "Let the heart hunger without reason." Swirling the chain into the mixture, Ginny continued. "Goddess Hecate, answer this prayer and let the will of desire be all." Releasing her hold on the chain, Ginny watched as the gold sank into the liquid, disappearing from sight. Seconds passed, as the mixture started to bubble and glow. The young witch shielded her eyes as the light increased, flaring once before dying down. Staring at the now clear mixture, Ginny started to smile.
***
Hermione Granger jumped as a loud howl ripped through the room. Spinning around in her chair, she glared at the large wolf pacing back and forth in the small cage. "Professor Lupin, will you settle down, I'm trying to study."
The werewolf stopped his pacing and looked at her.
"You know," Hermione commented to the other person in the room, "when he looks at me like that I swear he knows exactly what I'm saying."
Severus Snape shook his head. "Studies have shown that werewolves have no ability to understand human words when they're in wolf form," the potions professor told her.
Hermione looked at her Watcher in amazement. "Studies?" she repeated. "You mean, there are people who actually *study* werewolves?!"
Snape nodded. "Oh yes, I've had many a fascinating conversation with crypto zoologists debating-" Hermione waved a hand, cutting Snape off in mid-sentence. "No, I don't wanna know." The Slayer sighed. "I'm sure that if I was a *normal* teenager this kind of conversation would frighten me. Who would of thought that just a few years ago my only concern was whether or not I made the best grades. And now look at me - baby-sitting a werewolf." She sighed again as she looked down at her open potions text book in front of her. "At least *some* things never change, right Snape?"
"Hmm, quite."
"Snape, the sky has just turned orange and there's a vampire looking in the window and flipping you off."
"Hmm, quite... what did you just say?"
Hermione ducked her head to hide the smile that spread across her face. "I'm sorry, Professor Snape, it's just that you're so *easy*." The Slayer's words were met with silence. Looking at her Watcher, Hermione frowned at the controlled look on his face. "Snape?"
Snape flicked his eyes towards the door. "You know that comment you made about the vampire at the window?"
"Yeah?" Hermione felt her heart sink, knowing what his next words would be.
"Well, it appears that you weren't that far off."
Rising slowly to her feet, Hermione turned to face the door, her face twisting into a grimace when she saw the vampire leaning nonchalantly against the wall.
"You're the Slayer," the vampire stated, pushing himself away from the wall.
"Last time I looked," Hermione nodded.
"My name is Gregor, and I'm going to kill you."
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Do you guys get the same book of cheesy lines when you're bitten? Just for once I'd like something different than being told you're going to kill me. Dinner and flowers would be a nice change."
A frown crossed Gregor's face. "I'm going to kill you," he repeated.
"Fine," muttered Hermione, crouching down and pulling a stake out of her bag. "Let's do it, then. Only, could we be quick, I have a potions test in the morning and I'm trying to study for it."
The vampire growled as he shifted to gameface. Charging at the Slayer, he yelled as she span and ducked out of the way.
Parrying to the right, Hermione kicked her leg up, swearing as Gregor anticipated the move and caught her leg.
Gregor laughed. "Not a very original move, Slayer," he taunted, twisting her leg painfully.
"Yeah?" Hermione grimaced. "Well how about this?" Jumping, the young woman span her body in mid-air, kicking the vampire in the face with her free foot.
Gregor flew backwards, screaming as he hit the book cage and fell to the ground. The anger showing on his face, he leapt to his feet and charged once more at the Slayer.
Ducking out of reach of Gregor's hands, Hermione thrust the stake up into his chest, grimacing as the vampire exploded in a shower of dust. "Ewww! This is a new shirt!" she exclaimed, wiping the dust off her shoulder. "You'd think they'd-"
"HERMIONE!" A loud crash reverberating through the library cut off Snape's' yell.
Hermione span around to see Prof. Lupin throw himself against the door that was hanging off the book cage; the door that had broken when Gregor had slammed into it. The door quivered on its hinges, and a third running jump from the wolf had it on the floor. "Professor Lupin, *no!*" Hermione yelled, knowing the futility of her words as Remus sprinted for the library doors. "Dammit!" she cursed.
Running to the desk and leaning over it, Snape grabbed the tranquillizer gun from where he kept it and threw it at the Slayer.
Her hand shooting out, Hermione caught the gun as it came towards her and bolted towards the door after the wayward werewolf, knowing Snape wouldn't be far behind.
***
Ginny smiled as she poured the last of the mixture into the bottle. She'd been halfway through the spell when her roommates entered the room, forcing her to come into Snape's potions lab to complete it. She knew she'd taken a chance breaking into Draco's locker to steal the chain, but the spell had required something of his to bind it to him. Now that she'd personalized the spell to the two of them, all she had to do was find a way to slip some of the liquid into his food or drink and he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her. Looking around the bench at what she'd been using, Ginny packed the remainder of the herbs she'd brought with her and her spell book back in her bag. Picking up what was left, the young witch headed over to the sink and quickly washed everything, careful to return it all to exactly where she'd got it from. Turning back to the bench, Ginny collected the full bottle from where she'd left it, muttering when she realized her bag was too full to fit it in. Tucking the bottle under her arm, Ginny swung her bag onto her shoulder and left the potions class. The sound of her footsteps softly echoed through the corridor as she headed towards the girls dorms. Turning a corner, she stopped in her tracks at the sight of the large creature /a werewolf?! / that was barreling straight for her. She didn't have time to move out of the way when it ran into her, knocking her bag off her shoulder and the bottle from under her arm. Cursing, Ginny watched in horror as the bottle tumbled to the ground and smashed, the liquid flying everywhere and hitting the wolf in the face. A long, pink tongue darted out and swept over the wolf's muzzle, trying to lick off the sticky mixture that clung to his fur.
"Remus!" The yell came from down the corridor.
Looking up, Ginny saw Hermione Granger stop and aim at the wolf with what looked like some sort of dart gun. /Professor Lupin?! / she thought, looking at the large wolf. /Remus is a *werewolf?! */
Growling low in his throat, the wolf didn't even glance back as he ran around Ginny and towards the school doors.
***
Skidding around the corner, Hermione ground to a halt as she saw Remus run into someone, a loud crash signaling that whatever they had been carrying was now in pieces. "Remus!" she yelled, hoping to get the wolf's attention long enough for her to aim and fire the tranquilizer gun. Raising the gun, the Slayer targeted the wolf, belatedly recognizing the other person as Ginny. She was just about to pull the trigger when Remus dodged behind Ginny, causing the other girl to block the line of fire. Muttering as Remus headed out of the school at full speed, Hermione broke into a run and followed him.
Stopping on the steps of the school, Hermione scanned the area, but there was no sign of the werewolf. A rustling in the bushes caught her attention, and Hermione raised the tranquilizer gun, firing a dart into the darkness. Heading over, she pushed the branches out of the way, trying to see if she'd hit Remus. Track marks in the dirt told her that the werewolf had been there, but there was nothing else. Kicking the ground in frustration, the brunette turned around and walked back into the school.
"Did you catch him?" Snape asked from his position next to Ginny.
The Slayer shook her head. "Maybe. I fired at *something*, by the time I got out there it was already gone."
Snape muttered something under his breath as he looked at Ginny. "It appears we may have a further problem," he said, holding up a book. "This fell out of Ms Weasel's bag." He handed Hermione the book.
Hermione groaned as she read the title. "Oh, this is all we need."
***
Snape looked at the young woman sitting at the library table. "What kind of spell was it?" he demanded.
Ginny ignored him.
"Don't try me, young lady," the potions teacher warned. "We have a loose werewolf out there and if he's under some kind of enchantment then we need to know about it before he hurts someone."
Ginny glanced down at the hands in her lap. "He won't hurt anyone."
"Then you didn't get him with it?" Hermione asked.
Ginny shook her head. "When the bottle smashed, some of the potion hit Professor Lupin in the face and he licked it off. It should kick in about 30 minutes." She paused for a second. "Is Professor Lupin *really* a werewolf?"
Hermione ignored the question, leaning forward until her face was millimeters from Ginny's. "*What* should kick in?"
Ginny sighed. "It was a love spell."
"A love spell?" Hermione repeated. "You hit *Remus* with a *love* spell?!"
The young witch rolled her eyes. "It wasn't *meant* for the professor!" she countered hotly.
"He's still the one you hit," the Slayer retorted.
"Which spell did you use?" Snape asked.
Ginny muttered and looked down at the table. "It was a subconscious desire one," she eventually answered.
Hermione looked over to Snape in confusion. "Subconscious desire?"
Snape begun to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Unlike a traditional love spell, a subconscious desire one doesn't cause the enchanted to fall in love with the enchanter. Rather, their thoughts will be concentrated on that person, although they won't know why. They'll dream about and find themselves totally focused on that person."
Hermione pinned Ginny with her gaze. "I hope you can undo this. The professor isn't going to be happy when he finds himself obsessed with you."
"He won't," the witch replied. "I personalized the spell to me and someone else who *isn't* the professor."
"Does that mean it won't work on him?" Hermione looked over at Snape.
"Not quite," Snape answered. "From what I understand this just means that Remus will fixate on the person *already* in his subconscious, instead of having someone placed there by the spell." He looked at Ginny for confirmation.
Ginny nodded.
"So, Remu's subconscious will be obsessed with the person he loves now?" Hermione asked.
Snape nodded. "Exactly, so when he's dreaming, or..." His voice trailed off as he looked over to Hermione in horror. "Oh no."
"Snape?" Hermione studied her Watcher.
"Remus has no conscious thought when he's in wolf form. His actions are governed completely by instinctual and *subconscious* behavior."
"Subconscious..." Hermione matched Snape's horror as she realized what he meant. "Sirius!" Grabbing the tranquillizer gun off the table, Hermione started towards the door. "We've *got* to find Remus," she stated. "*Before* Sirius has an obsessed werewolf on his hands."
"Agreed," nodded Snape, heading after her. "We should head to Sirius's. He'll track him there and then we can knock him out and..." Snape looked over to the door hanging off the broken cage, "not bring him back here."
"Andrew," Hermione said.
Snape frowned at his charge.
"We can take him to Andrew's," the young witch expanded. "He's got some chains that attach to the wall. Remus would never be able to break them, especially if we keep him sedated."
The Watcher raised an eyebrow at his companion's words.
Hermione flushed involuntarily. "I saw him use them on another vampire once," she explained quickly.
Snape didn't reply to his Slayer's hasty explanation. Turning back to look into the library, he fixed his gaze on Ginny. "I trust there's a reversal spell for this in that book of yours."
"Yes," Ginny answered.
"Good, have it ready for when we find Remus. I want this countered as soon as possible." Not waiting for the red head witch to reply, Snape headed out of the cage room with Hermione.
***
Ronald Weasley muttered to himself as he walked down the dark pathway. He'd been studying for the potions test when his supposed best friend came in the bedroom kissing and fondling Cho Chang. The one and only that he'd pursed. Since he couldn't stand seeing them together he left. It didn't matter that it was two in the morning, and Hogwarts wasn't exactly a safe place to be out when it was dark.
He'd managed to get to get out of the school without getting caught. It wasn't fair. Cursing his supposed best friend inability to think with his head and not with his dick Ron now found himself outside of the protection of the school grounds. Ron stuffed his hands further into his school robes and quickened his pace slightly.
Ron stopped, suddenly feeling something watching him. "Stop it, Ronald," he derided himself. "You're imagining things." Continuing down the path, Ron listened intently, his breath quickening when he heard something in the shadows. Closing his eyes briefly, Ron spun around. "Stop right there!" he demanded. A low growling from the darkness was his only answer. "I'm not scared," Ron called out, unsure if he was trying to persuade himself or whoever was following him, "so you'd better come out." The soft click of claws on concrete drew his attention to the other side. Ron swallowed as a large wolf stepped out of the shadows. "Professor Lupin?" he exclaimed, recognizing the other man's wolf form. "How did you get out?"
Remus growled, slowly walking towards Ron.
Ron backed away gently, careful not to make any hasty moves.
Remus continued to growl low in his throat as he took another step towards Ron.
Ron took a few more steps back as he hastily tried to grab his wand from his pocket and once again curse when he remembered that he forgot it in his room. "Uh, good Remus," Ron tried to placate the wolf. "Nice Remus. If you go back to your cage I'll bring you a bone tomorrow night." Ron thought for a moment before shaking his head. "I don't believe I just said that," he muttered to himself. "Remus, if you can understand a word I'm saying then just forget that last part."
His only reply was the sound of heavy panting.
Ron held his breath as Remus took yet another step towards him. Just as the werewolf was about to come even closer, a dog barked somewhere in the distance.
Remus ears flattened as he tilted his head towards the sound.
Taking advantage of the wolf's momentary distraction, Ron turned and begun to run, cursing when he heard Remus running after him, heavy paws pounding against the floor. His mind racing, Ron dodged in another direction, before suddenly veering away again. /Stick to the floor,/ he told himself. /Then at least you can hear him coming./ As the footfalls behind him got louder Ron's mind screamed that it didn't *want* to hear Remus coming. Squashing down on the panic that threatened to overwhelm him, Ron skidded around a corner, he had quickly removed his school robe so the werewolf could get distracted while he escaped.
***
Landing on the soft earth beneath him, the wolf's nose twitched as he picked up the scent of the one he was chasing intermingled with those of the forest. His senses alive with the thrill of the hunt, he took off through the shadows.
***
Hermione grimaced as Snape parked the car a little too sharply, causing her to slide forward in her seat.
Ignoring the glare Hermione was sending in his direction, Snape pulled the keys out of the ignition and dropped them into his jacket pocket. "You go and explain to Black what's happening, I'll get the tranquillizer gun out of the boot."
Hermione nodded at her Watcher as she got out of the car and jogged up the path to Sirius's house. She and Snape had decided that it would be best to wait at Sirius's and just let Remus come to them, instead of hunting him. So all they had to do was sit and wait for Remus to show up and knock him out with the tranquillizers. After that it would be easy enough to get him into the car and up to Andrew's.
***
Ron's muscles burnt as he ran through the woods. Staggering to a stop, he leant against a tree, fighting off the acrid bile that rose in his throat, his entire body trembling with the effort of pulling more air into his lungs. He wanted to cough, but jammed his arm over his mouth to stop it, not wanting to give his position away to his pursuer. Tears of frustration leaked out of his eyes as he heard the sound of Remus running after him, twigs snapping under the werewolf's weight. A mixture of fear and despair crashing over him, Ron took deep gulps of air and set off again, his body screaming with every step.
***
Stopping as silently as he had been running, the wolf halted as his attention was drawn to movement in one of the bushes. Crouching down and preparing to attack, the wolf stood still. The bushes rustled as a small rabbit darted out from the leaves. Growling his frustration, the wolf ignored the small creature. Raising his head, his nose scented the air, the tang of sweat and fear on the wind brushing over him. In a flurry of movement, the wolf darted out and grabbed the rabbit in his teeth, deftly snapping the small creature's neck between his jaws. Dropping the body in disdain, the wolf tore at the carcass before losing himself once more to the hunt, leaving behind the animal that had dared to distract him from his goal.
***
Stumbling slightly, Ron shuddered to a halt, his body rebelling, and refusing to move any further. His legs feeling like jelly, and his lungs like they were about to explode, Ron tried to take another step, only to sink to the ground as his legs crumpled beneath him. Pulling air into his body in panting gasps, Ron leant back against a tree, trying desperately to regain his breath. When the piercing burn running through his body had dulled to a constant throb, Ron forced himself back to his feet. Taking an experimental step, Ron smiled when he managed not to collapse back to the ground. The smile soon fled from his face when the soft growl reached his ears. Turning around slowly, Ron's heart dropped into his stomach as his eyes met Remu's stare.
The werewolf padded towards Ron. Forcing his legs to carry him, the boy backed up, crying out softly when his back hit the tree behind him. His eyes darting around, Ron screamed internally when he realized there was nowhere to run to that the wolf couldn't get him. Turning his full attention back to Remus, Ron met the werewolf's smoky gaze. "Don't do this, Professor Lupin," he pleaded softly. "This isn't you." A sob tore at his throat, but the boy refused to let it out. Ron looked deep into the wolf's eyes, trying to reach the person he knew was in there. "Remus, if you do this, think how you'll feel when the morning comes." Ron snorted. "Hell, think how *I'll* feel," he tried. "I'm too young to be used as a werewolf chew toy."
The werewolf tilted his head, as though listening to the words.
"Come on, Remus," Ron urged. "I *know* you're in there."
The werewolf took a step forward before stopping.
Ron held his breath as recognition flooded into the wolf's eyes. Remus growled softly and shook his head, and the spark of humanity Ron had seen fled.
The wolf padded forward, the soft crunching of the dead leaves under his paws loud in the silence. His lip curling back, Remus started to growl quietly.
His fingers clenching at the soil beneath them, Ron closed his eyes, the sound of his heart pounding drowned out by the wolf's heavy panting. Feeling the wolf's hot breath across his face, Ron slowly opened his eyes, seeing his fear reflected back at him in the large yellow pools that studied him. Neither wolf nor human moved as the shadows surrounded them, the utter stillness of the tableau finally broken by the tear that ran down Ron's cheek and splashed onto his trousers. Ron cringed, biting his lower lip to stop himself from crying out as Remus leant in closer, sniffing his face. Finally, Remus pulled back. Glancing away, it was as though the wolf was considering something before his head snapped back to fix on Ron, his teeth bared. Ron closed his eyes again, unwilling to see the wolf baring down on him, and the cry that echoed through the park was abruptly cut off as the werewolf pounced.
***
Slowing his run, the wolf closed his eyes briefly as the scent of his prey pricked the back of his nose. The other was so close he could almost feel him with the wind that ran through his fur. Padding into a small clearing, the wolf growled softly as he saw the one he was hunting slowly rise to his feet and start to limp away. He stopped growling as the young one turned to look at him, the tang of fear in the air rising. Blue eyes darted around, seeking escape and the wolf squashed the snarl that rose in him. The hunt ended here. The chase had ended and the cub's game was over.
Soft sounds fell from the young one's mouth, but the wolf ignored them as he tilted his head, studying the body in front of him. The unique scent that had allowed him to track the other through the trees filled the air around them and something flared deep inside the wolf; some sense of recognition. This was...
A vision filled the wolf's mind. The hated cage that he always seemed to be in, and the unnatural, *human* scents that permeated everywhere. He saw the female who so often challenged his dominance, and the elder male who smelled like the musty scent of the room that surrounded the cage. And then the other elder male, the one who wished to mate with him. He could smell his readiness every time he came near, so strong it almost overpowered the underlying scent that clung to him; the scent of sorrow, and pain, and something that screamed at him to avoid him. And finally the cub, *his* cub, who sat in the corner, watching. The cub who spoke to him when they were alone; soft, melodic sounds. The one who called him professor and friend; the one who called him...
A pain shot through the wolf's mind as he tried to remember. Shaking his head, he growled softly as the image fled from him, leaving his memory blank. Stalking forward, the wolf closed the distance between himself and the other. The cub's eyes were squeezed shut and the wolf waited until he opened them again, mesmerized by shimmering blueness in them when he did. Unable to draw himself away, the wolf watched as a silver trail worked its way down the boy's cheek. Following the wetness as it slid down, the wolf could smell the salty, bitter scent wafting over him. He could see the moon reflected in the moisture that ran down the cub's face and he turned his head to look at the full, bright disk that hung in the sky. Feeling the indescribable jolt of energy that ran through him each time he looked at the moon, the wolf turned his attention back to the reason he was there. The cub had closed his eyes again and the wolf felt a curious pang hit him. He *wanted* to see those eyes, wanted to see himself reflected in them. Sitting back on his haunches, the wolf continued to study the cub. The pale, furless body beckoned him and he didn't want to resist. Standing, the wolf glanced once more at the moon, and pounced.
Pushing the cub to the ground, the wolf tried to nuzzle at the body beneath him. Growling his displeasure at the barrier that stopped him, the wolf extended his claws and started to paw at the material. Pleasure ran through him as a ripping sound split the relative silence around them, and he could at last feel the unhindered heat of the body against his fur, the trembling causing it to tingle slightly. Resting his paw on the other's neck, he purred soothingly, trying to calm the shaking. Nuzzling the hairless skin, the wolf's tongue darted out to lap at the sweat that clung to the taut body. The trembling and scent of fear from the cub jumped and the wolf was flooded with confusion. He didn't understand what there was to be frightened of. There was nothing in the surrounding area that could harm them. Surely it wasn't him the other was frightened of? Didn't the young one realize? He wasn't truly hunting, merely claiming what was already his.
Seeking to still the increasingly frantic movements beneath him, the wolf nipped the cub gently on the neck, giving a grumbling purr as he went limp with submission. Using his claws and teeth to pull the rest of the material away from the cub, the wolf didn't stop until there was nothing between him and the heat he craved. The wolf swept his tongue over the body, resolutely pleased when a shudder ran through the boy and the scent of arousal started to fill the air. Rubbing his face over the still trembling flesh, the wolf worked his way down the cub's body, steadily marking each piece of skin that he could get to. The wolf paused, before pushing his cub's thighs further apart with his nose, giving him better access. The wolf swept his tongue over the flesh in front of him, doing it again when the cub crooned his pleasure. Pushing his nose into the dark crevice, the wolf's tongue darted out, pulling back again when the body beneath him shuddered.
Concern for the cub consumed the wolf, until the increased scent of arousal hit him and the thighs shifted even further apart. Lapping at the entrance to the body, the wolf laved it with his tongue, probing inside slightly as the cub started to rock back and forth. Pulling back with the taste of the cub on him, the wolf gently mounted the other. The body under him mewled softly as the wolf felt himself enveloped by tight heat. Instinct and want governing his movements, the wolf moved in and out of the body under him, yowling as he felt the cub start to move with him. Pistoning in and out, the wolf was held tightly by a clenching grip. A grumbling purr accompanying every thrust, the wolf pushed harder, trying to bury himself deeper in his cub as the other jerked and the scent of completion surrounded them. White hot pleasure washing over him, the wolf howled as his essence flooded into the warm body beneath him, marking the other as his for life. Mine. Forever. Mate.
***
Hermione sighed as she hugged her legs to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. "Well, this was a waste of time," she commented.
"I don't understand it," Snape muttered. "Remus should have followed the trail straight here."
"Maybe I *did* hit him with the tranquilizer and he ended up sleeping it off somewhere," offered Hermione.
Snape smiled dubiously. "Yes, that's got to be it."
Other questions over Remus whereabouts were interrupted as the door to the library opened and Ginny walked in, holding a bottle. "Here," she said, walking over and handing it to Snape. "That's the reversal for the desire spell. Just mix a few drops in with some water and get the Professor to drink it."
Snape took the bottle. "And I hope this has taught you about the dangers of playing around with magic, young lady."
Ginny glared at him. "Yeah, course it has," she muttered.
The Watcher reached out and gripped her arm in his hand. "I mean it, Ginny," he told her, a slight edge to his tone. "What you did was reckless and irresponsible; someone could have been seriously hurt."
"Snape is right," added Hermione. "We got lucky tonight." She lifted her head to look at the first rays of sunlight coming in through the window. "I'm just grateful it's all over."
"Yes, we've been lucky," Snape echoed his Slayer's words, as he followed her gaze to the window, the rising of the sun doing little to settle the feeling of dread in his stomach. "Very lucky indeed."
***
Remus Lupin moaned softly as he woke up, the bird next to him singing loudly. The professor frowned; since when did his cage have birds in it? Reaching out a hand, Remus fingers sank into the soft dampness that felt nothing like the floor of the cage. Cracking his eyes open, Remus winced as the bright light hit him. Raising a hand to shield his face, he looked around, taking in the bushes and trees. "Definitely *not* the cage," he murmured. Pushing himself to his feet, Remus glanced around, relived to find that he was alone. Like every time he turned into the wolf, he couldn't remember anything from the night before, including how he had escaped from the book cage. The last thing he remembered was the pain of the change overtaking him and the sight of the cage fading to black.
Glancing down at his naked body, Remus grimaced and started to walk. Luckily, the room he shared with Sirius wasn't too far away. He just hoped that Sirius had put the spare key back under the plant next to the door. Too lost in his thoughts, Remus didn't watch where he was putting his feet, and jumped slightly when he stood in something squishy. Looking down in trepidation, Remu's stomach turned as his gaze fell on the eviscerated rabbit. Wiping his foot on the grass, Remus sighed. It was only the first change of his cycle and already he'd escaped, ended up naked outside of Hogwarts, and trod in rabbit guts - yes, there were times he *really* hated being a werewolf.
***
Ron quietly closed the door to the bathroom, careful not to wake his sleeping roommates. The fact that he'd been out all night was likely to bother his roommates and the fact that he'd been out all night and come back looking like hell was another thing. Opening the door to the bathroom and praying that it wouldn't creak, Ron slipped inside, grateful for the sudden familiarity surrounding him. Walking into the middle of the room, the boy took of his school robe stripped off the remainder of his shirt, dropping the shredded material on to the floor. Looking down at his clothes, Ron frowned. The shirt he was wearing *had* been his favorite, but now it was little more than tatters - Remu's claws had seen to that; as well as to the rips running down the trousers that just barely covered his modesty. He'd been lucky that no one had been out so early in the morning, he *really* didn't want to know what his classmates or anybody else would say for indecent exposure. Shaking his head to clear it, Ron gingerly removed the scraps of material that made up his shirt, wincing as the rough cloth scraped down his arm. Kicking off his shoes and socks, he undid his trousers and let them fall in a pool around his ankles before stepping out of them.
Ron flicked on the light. Heading over to the sink, he looked into the mirror above it, wincing at his bloodshot eyes. Ron lightly ran a finger over the claw marks that adorned his shoulder and chest, shivering suddenly as the situation hit him. Unable to keep his stomach from rebelling, Ron lurched over to the toilet, throwing up.
Resting his head against the cool porcelain, Ron waited until the dry heaves wracking his body died down before pushing himself back to his feet and staggering back to the sink. Turning on the water, he quickly rinsed the bitter taste out of his mouth, splashing some water on his face when he was done. Raising his head, Ron stared at the visage that looked back. He didn't look any different, but he was; he could *feel* it, *knew* it. And Remus must have known it too, why else would he...
Running his fingers through his hair, Ron stared at his reflection, his cock twitching at the memory of the wolf moving within him. He snorted, slightly hysterically. Not only had he just be fucked six ways to Sunday by a werewolf, but he'd enjoyed it; come from the feeling of the wolf's body covering him, entering him. "And the prize for the sickest guy in Hogwarts goes to..." he murmured.
His mind replaying what had happened, Ron continued to stare into the mirror. When he'd pulled out of Ron's body, the wolf had meticulously cleaned both of them with his tongue before laying next to him with his head resting on the boy's stomach and falling asleep. Gently lifting the wolf's head, Ron had rolled out from under the sleeping wolf and gathered the remainder of his clothes. When he'd finished dressing, he'd leant down to get his jacket when a sharp pain had sliced into his arm. Looking into the wolf's now open eyes, Ron had frozen in place. After what had seemed like an eternity, the wolf had lowered his head back onto his paws and fallen back asleep. Backing away as quietly as he could, Ron had moved out of the clearing, then turned, and run back to the relative safety of Hogwarts.
Forcing himself out of his memories, Ron went to the showers. He was suddenly absurdly hissing in pain as the warm water hit his open chest wound's and his arm that graced his flesh. The wound that had been a gift from Remus as he'd tried to leave. The gift that made sure he would never forget what had happened, that he would be reminded each and every month; the gift in the shape of a wolf bite.
T.B.C.
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