"Awhoo! Awhoo!" It was Tuesday afternoon, the Gryffindor girls were acting up in Defense Against the Dark Arts and it was really getting under Professor Lupin's skin. Essentially everyone was replaying last year, the course work had been so disjointed and the atmosphere of the school so sadistic under Snape that it was decided that no one had learned anything, so we were doing it again.
Headmistress McGonagall had asked Remus to come back to the school and teach. Both adults hoping it would help Remus deal with the death of his wife, Dora. So far all it had done is give him a constant headache. He didn't remember the kids being so loud the last time he taught in this classroom and not a single student over 5th year gave a damn about the assignments any of the professors set. They were all 'war veterans' and treated the school like a playground.
"Awhoo! Awhoo!" Making wolf noises in the presence of a werewolf was just too much. Lupin slapped his hand hard on his desk, the crack of skin on wood freezing all the kids. He needed to nip this behavior in the bud.
"Miss Granger! That is completely inappropriate! See me after class! Everyone will turn in 10 inches of parchment on the living habits of giants, you may thank Miss Granger." The class let out a collective groan and as Remus turned back to his chalkboard, he saw her scoot down in her desk in embarrassment.
The rest of class was boring and uneventful. When the students were dismissed, Hermione packed up her bag and came to stand near Lupin's desk. Remus could tell she was angry about being singled out for a telling-off, at least two other girls had made the wolf calls along with her.
"I suppose you want to know why I didn't keep anyone else back so I could speak with them, Miss Granger."
"Well, yes, Professor. I was hardly the only one being rowdy and it was rather unfair of you to blame that assignment on me. If you don't mind me saying so, sir."
"I have often referred to you as the smartest girl of your age, Hermione, but your antics today exhibited a untolerable ignorance."
Hermione scowled at the insult, confused, she wanted to know more, "Professor?"
"I'm sure you remember your third year, when you howled to save Harry's life in the Forbidden Forest? Yes. Do you know what would have happened if Buckbeak had not been there to attack me and send me running?"
"No Professor, I didn't think that far ahead. I just knew I had to do something, anything, to help Harry."
"And that is both commendable and brave, and incredibly foolish. When I transform I lose the ability to tell friend from foe, or little girl from mate." Remus got up from his desk to walk toward Hermione. As he advanced, Hermione backed up until her legs hit against the first row of desks.
Lupin closed in on the girl, his nose twitching as he caught a whiff of her perfume. He reached out, took a handful of her hair, burying his face in the curls before letting them slip through his fingers. "You're lucky you acted so foolishly today, Miss Granger. I have a lot of control over myself today. But later this week would be a different story entirely. The full moon is on Saturday and your call would stir the blood of the monster within." Lupin's pupils dilated, making his eyes seem like black chasms that could only be filled by blood. Hermione whimpered, both terrified by the chasm and ready to sacrifice herself to its depths.
Lupin latched a strong hand on the nape of her neck. With a gentle but urgent pressure, he pushed her down until Hermione had no choice but to be on her hands and knees. Her breathes were shallow and fast as a queer excitement pooled in her belly, waiting there to see what Lupin would do.
"The beast inside me would have knocked you down to mount you. It would have gripped you neck with its powerful jaw to hold you in place," Lupin squatted behind her, balancing his hands on Hermione's shoulders, in lieu of chomping down with his mouth. "and it would thrust." He yanked hard against her shoulders, pulling her thighs roughly against his thrusting pelvis.
Hermione was so surprised that her arms gave out, Lupin's hands the only thing keeping her from crashing into the floor. Remus didn't care as he continued to hump, pressing his manhood against her soft flesh. Even with the fabric of trousers, skirt and underwear between them, Hermione felt a sticky release dribble into her knickers, she was so wet from being dominated. It felt so dangerous in his hands. Ron would never be this manly.
Remus moved his hands from Hermione's shoulders to her waist, holding her body flush against his erection, he ground into her thighs. As he got close to finishing he found it hard to breathe, the air sticking in his throat until he felt a warm gush fill his trousers. Sucking in large gasps of air, he let go of Hermione. She rolled on her side, looking up at him as he stood.
A wet stain spread across his groin, cooling quickly on his skin. "And after I had taken you while in my wolf-form, if you lived through the scratches and ferocity of the act, if i hadn't bitten you as my body spasmed with release, I would have eaten your face and left you for dead."
"I expect this foolish behavior to end, Miss Granger. The other girls follow your lead, I expect you to set a good example. Do you understand?"
Lupin's normal eyes returned as he helped Hermione from the floor. She grabbed her things and headed for the door, "I understand, Professor."
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Lupin didn't see the 7th years again until Thursday, the day before the 3-day moon cycle began. He was feeling grumpy from the potion he took in preparation and had given each of his classes a pop quiz. It had worked to get himself in a better mood, but now he knew the biggest challenge of the day was facing him.
Lupin came into the room, it was as rowdy as ever, the Slytherin and Gryffindor boys shouting and shoving until Remus dropped a book onto his desk, startling the boys to take their seats. While the guys milled around, using up his time to get their desks figured out, Remus noticed all the girls, from both houses, were sitting neatly and attentively in their seats. Hands clasped on their desks and ankles crossed, pretty as you pleased.
Lupin was terrified as he started to call roll. "Baulstrode."
"Awhoo!" Lupin jumped as the solid girl howled to announce her presence.
The headache started again. "Boot."
"Present."
"Granger. Greengrass. Longbottom. Malfoy. Midgeon. Parkinson. Potter. Weasley."
"Awhoo! Awhoo! Present. Present. Awhoo! Awhoo! Present. Present."
The boys in class were looking around at the girls, confused by the conspiracy. Lupin was fuming by the end of the roll call, his trousers tightening with each howl. He fixed his eye on Hermione, who just looked back at him with the sweetest expression. Her smile brightening further as she saw his pupils dilate. Hermione really did know how to convince people to follow her lead.
"Okay men, you're done for the day. The women in our class have decided to play and I need to handle the situation. I'll see you guys next Tuesday. Ladies to the front of the room, please."
The guys couldn't believe their luck, no professor ever gave out a free period. They gathered their things, running for the door before Lupin changed his mind. A couple called out for the Professor to have a good weekend, the rest never looked back. The guys were only a few feet down the hall when they heard the girls begin to howl again. Girls were so weird, how were men supposed to ever understand them?
