Disclaimer: Not my characters; I just like to fuck with their lives and have my fun ^_^
Running
The week did not pass quick enough but pass it did. Friday after noon, the night of the full moon, found me watching the clock after classes as I sat in the library, pretending to read.
Again, I was reading my book on the different types of lycanthropes and where they mostly lived. Well, pretending to, at least.
"Ready to run tonight?" Luna's voice slid through my mind and I looked around, trying to find her. She had to be somewhere close, because she wasn't strong enough to reach my mind from a distance.
I saw her standing over by a bookshelf about ten feet from where I sat.
"I'm always ready to run," I sighed, flipping the page. "Why else would I be sitting here in front of the clock?"
"We should go down to dinner," she insisted. "Shouldn't run on an empty stomach; you always get so grumpy and hog all the rabbits if you do."
"Let's go then," I closed my book and got up, walking briskly toward the door. Luna would follow in a couple minutes.
As I rounded the corner, I nearly ran into Granger as she sped toward the library.
"Slow down, speedy," I called over my shoulder, watching her spin around to see who she'd run into.
"Sorry," she said, but it was so quiet I shouldn't have been able to hear it and so I ignored it and continued on my path.
I dropped off my book in my dorm before heading back up to the Great Hall to eat. Luna was right, running on an empty stomach was a really bad thing and when I ate too many rabbits as a wolf, I had horrid gas for days.
Luna and I liked to be the first ones to dinner on full moons because we got the good food before everyone else and we could get a medium rare steak or two. I'd have preferred rare, but didn't want to draw attention to myself.
Luna came in and sat with me just as I'd finished piling my plate high with food, and Millicent shortly after that, but she sat down the table and away from us.
"Is she going to give us any problems tonight?" Luna asked, giving a slight nod in her direction.
I glanced up from my food for a moment and just shook my head. "She runs on the opposite side of the grounds from where we normally run. She's not very daring, so she stays close to the lake."
We shared a light chuckle and went on eating.
No one questioned why Luna sometimes ate with me; it was just understood that she was there by my choice, and no one else had any say in who I ate my dinner with.
We'd just finished eating when I smelled her again, but it was different this time.
Hermione breezed past us and I couldn't stop my eyes and head following her, wanting to follow her to her table.
Luna, seeing and smelling what was going on, grabbed me by the arm and hauled me out of the Great Hall and outside into the empty courtyard. "No, Pansy," she said, taking my shoulders and shaking me. "Snap out of it!"
My breathing was heavy and I could still smell her and see her. She was ovulating; she was in heat.
It didn't affect Luna like it did me because she wasn't a lesbian like I and my beast were. Yes, it sounds strange, but my wolf was also a lesbian. Don't ask me how it works, that was just the way it was.
My wolf was prowling just below the surface, pacing, wanting to run back to the female and show that we were worthy to mate.
She got the better of me and I started toward the castle again, but Luna caught my wrist and took off toward the forest, nearly dragging me behind her. My mind was blank, desire filling it; thoughts of defense were lost to me.
Luna didn't stop until we were past the game keeper's hut and well away from Hermione's scent.
I was brought back to myself when Luna pinched my nipple and twisted.
"Ow!" I jerked away from her and rubbed my breast.
"I'm sorry!" she said, making sure her throat was showing as she looked at me and apologized. "But you needed to be shocked back. Your beast was gaining control of your actions."
"I know," I sighed, lowering her head. "No need to show throat right now, you're forgiven."
The night was approaching; the sun just barely peeked over the horizon.
"Should we shift now instead of waiting?" Luna asked as we headed toward the clearing in the forest at a quick pace.
"Yes," I nodded. "It's easier for me to keep myself if I do it willingly." I slipped out of my clothes as we reached the clearing and let my beast slide out of my body. In a movement so swift it you blinked you would have missed it, I was a wolf. My fur was the same jet black as my hair, save for my chest and front right paw, which were white, my eyes gone from light green to a deep amber color.
Turning around, I saw the dirty-blonde wolf sitting on her haunches waiting for me to do something.
"We should probably stay in the forest until it's really dark," I lie down and rested my head on my paws.
Luna padded over and lay next to me, nuzzling her snout into my neck and sighing at the contact. It was something we both craved; we needed the touch and warmth of others like a fish needed water to live.
"So, you like her?" Luna's voice was soft.
"No," I huffed, "she's in heat, Luna. You know what happens when I smell a woman who's ovulating."
"Horn-dog," she allowed a wolfish snicker to escape her throat.
"You know it," I teased and licked the side of her face playfully before jumping up and bounding around her. It was the typical "play with me" puppy hop, wagging my tail and nipping at her.
We spent about an hour just messing around in the clearing, playing and wrestling with one another until there was a movement in the trees and we looked up.
A large centaur was standing there with his bow out, pointing at us. "Mangy dogs," he growled.
"Mangy?" I looked at Luna for a moment. "Let's show him just how mangy we can be."
"Took the words right out of my mouth," Luna crouched and growled and snarled at the centaur, distracting him as I grabbed our clothes in my mouth and ran for it.
We took off in the direction of the castle, too fast for the damn half horse to catch us, and we knew he wouldn't follow us, so we headed toward the Quidditch Pitch and slipped under the stands.
"Did you see the look on his face when he couldn't catch us?" I snickered. "For a half horse, he really isn't all that fast."
"We're smaller and more agile," Luna's dreamy voice laughed. "I doubt even a crumpled horned snorkack could catch us."
I didn't even attempt to convince her that the creature she spoke of did not exist. Best to just let her believe what she would, and leave it at that. Those who attempted to explain the myths to her ended up with a splitting headache most of the time from arguing with her.
Just as I was going to suggest we go hunt some rabbits, my nose caught that wonderful scent again, but I was in control this time.
"Granger is out here," I said, following the scent up into the stands and catching sight of her as she sat on one of the bleachers, looking out on the dark pitch, her wand illuminating the area around her.
"Are you going to her?" Luna asked. "If you are, I'm not coming with you. I want a rabbit, so this would be the perfect chance to get it. You'll be here and not hogging all of the good ones."
"Just go, then," I rolled my eyes at her. "I think she's crying." I definitely heard sniffing coming from her direction.
"It's called PMS," Luna snorted before bounding in the opposite direction.
I knew I wasn't supposed to be seen, was told specifically not to be seen, but what harm would it do? It wasn't like she'd know it was me, or even know that the wolf she saw was actually a human most of the time.
Moving forward to her, I gave a slight sneeze to let my presence be known.
Quick as thought, she had her wand and she was pointing it at me. I squinted and pulled my head back slightly at the brightness of the spell still illuminating the wand.
"Where did you come from?" Granger frowned at me, staying a safe distance away.
I moved forward a step and lowered my head so that the light wasn't shining in my eyes anymore. Her scent wafted around me and I had to fight to keep control of myself, but I kept myself at bay. My wolf disagreed with me, but that was too damned bad. I may be in her body, but it was still my mind.
"Stay back," Granger pointed her wand at me still, and I could see tears rolling down her cheeks. "Please, I don't want to hurt you, just turn and leave. Go, please."
I stopped advancing on her and, instead, sat down and looked at her, my head cocked to one side. I did my best to give her an "are you ok?" look and sort of waved my white paw in the air in a "nice doggy" kind of way.
I enjoyed playing the part; it was always fun to just run around and play, and to comfort.
"You're not going to hurt me, are you?" she frowned, sitting down on one of the bleachers.
I straightened my head and started panting, wagging my tail. It wasn't acting; the scent rolling through my nostrils had me very happy, indeed.
"Come here," she patted her knee and held out her hand to me.
Moving slowly toward her, I nudged her fingers with my nose before pressing my head into it and licking her forearm.
Her skin was so soft, smooth, and she tasted wonderful. A mixture of salty and sweet, from what one could only imagine. My mind wasn't up to imagining where they came from at the time; and if the true wolf half of me had its way, I'd have been humping Granger's leg at that moment.
Good thing I'd practiced controlling my beast.
Sitting on the step with me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me close to her.
Shit! I thought as my nose was forced into her hair. Smells so good. Mate; my mate. NO! What am I thinking? It's Granger! She isn't pack!
"I don't understand," I was jerked back to reality by her voice. "How could Ginny do this to me? She told me she was over Harry, and now she's head over heals for him again? What sense does that make? I mean, we were together for over a year, and then suddenly she wants him again?"
What? Granger and the Weasley girl were an item? Or, had been an item? Sounds like they broke up because the red headed bitch got tired of Granger. Stupid bitch, didn't know what she had. I stopped my thinking when I felt my fur becoming damp and realized Granger was crying again.
"And now I've got these mixed feelings," she went on, sobbing into my neck. "I don't know why, but Parkinson has been being nice to me, and I like it. I shouldn't like it, but I do. But at the same time, I think she may be up to something. I don't know what it is, but if she is it can't be any good."
My ears perked when I heard my name and I tensed slightly as the wonderful smelling woman clung to me for dear life. Dear God I wanted her; I wanted to be human and take her and make her feel better. I'd be careful with her; I wouldn't break her with my strength.
Take her now, my wolf insisted.
You're disgusting, I snapped and blocked her out.
I sat there with Granger, allowing her to cry all over me for hours until she stood and wiped her eyes.
"Thank you," she swallowed. "I know you're just an animal, but you really helped me." She kissed my forehead and ruffled my ears. "I think I'll call you Orinda."
I just looked up at her, realizing that I was so close to where that smell was coming from. Her crotch was level with my eyes face and I had to fight to keep myself from taking in a nice long whiff.
Fucking wolf instincts; made me feel like some kind of freak.
"Take care of yourself, Orinda," Granger smiled at me and kissed my head again. "I hope I see you again sometime."
I placed my white paw on her thigh and gave out a light bark before turning and bounding away.
I raced back to the other side of the pitch where I'd left our clothes beneath the stands and found Luna lying there, waiting for me to come back. Blood stained the fur around her mouth and she looked full and content.
"Your father is going to be so mad at you," she barked at me. "I'm not dumb enough to let myself be seen by a human."
"I can fix that," I gave her a wolfish grin and ran back toward where Granger was walking out of the stands.
I barked and tugged at the hem of her robes with my teeth, trying to get her to follow me.
"What?" she frowned at me. "What is it, Orinda?"
Taking hold of her robes in my mouth, I pulled her in Luna's direction and she got the idea of what I was trying to do and started running along side me beneath the stands.
I lead her to where Luna was still lying on top of our clothes, keeping them hidden.
"Oh," Granger's eyes widened as she held her lit wand up to see better. "Hello there. You have a friend, Orinda."
"Orinda?" Luna's voice sounded appalled. "She named you and everything?"
"Shut up before I rip your throat out," I demanded, while still panting and wagging my tail at Granger.
"You wouldn't hurt me like that."
"You'd heal," my voice was cold. "Now, you can't tell my father that I allowed myself to be seen without revealing that you were seen as well."
"You're both very beautiful dogs," Granger said, kneeling between the two of us and patting Luna on the head, who gave a soft whine, trying to hide her snout to keep the blood from being seen. "Aw, you're shy," she laughed. "But I really do need to be going, it's getting late and it's way past curfew." She hugged me around the neck, and scratched Luna behind the ears before taking off again toward the castle.
"That was very dangerous of you to do," Luna stood and growled at me.
"Live with it," I snapped back at her. "I couldn't have you running off and telling my father what happened. Now you won't."
"I wouldn't have done that and you know it."
"Call it covering my tracks," I sighed, plopping down and resting my head on my paws.
"You are so lucky that you're an alpha and I'm too afraid to say what I want to say," Luna flopped next to me and nuzzled her nose into my neck once more, a sign of her submissiveness.
"I've let you get away with too much tonight already," I heaved a great sigh and closed my eyes. "No alpha would ever have allowed a beta wolf to call her dumb."
"I'm sorry," Luna swallowed. "Please forgive me, that was rude and I wasn't thinking."
"Whatever," with that, I was finished talking for the night. We fell asleep there, side by side.
When I woke, I was curled around Luna's naked human body and she was cuddled into mine, quite content to stay where she was. I could never imagine being a submissive wolf; content to be protected by those stronger than myself.
I'd always taken care of myself since I turned ten. If I got into trouble with my father, my mother did not try to protect me and the same the other way around.
I shook Luna gently by the shoulders. "Wake up," I said. "It's Saturday and the Quidditch Teams are having their tryouts today so we need to go."
She woke easily enough and we stood, naked as the day we were born and unashamed. Luna had a wonderful body; small, but still curvy in all the right places and her skin was a delicious creamy white. It was a shame that she was straight.
You don't want Luna and you know it, my wolf snarked.
Shut up.
Gathering my clothes and getting dressed, I thought about the night before. Granger had weird feelings about me and liked that I was being nice to her, and she was suspicious of me at the same time. She thought that I may be planning something against her. If only she knew what really ran through my mind while she was hugging "Orinda" last night.
And what my wolf was thinking; the disgusting bitch.
As I buttoned my jeans and reached for my bra, I heard a gasp and looked around to see Granger standing there, staring at me and the half naked Luna.
"I'm sorry!" she said, covering her eyes. "I didn't- didn't mean to intrude. I was just seeing if… well, I saw two dogs out here last night and I was seeing if they were still here."
I shot a grin over at Luna before speaking up. "No dogs here, Granger," I laughed.
"Why are you two half naked?" her voice cracked as she tried to keep looking away but couldn't help glancing over at us now and then as we continued to dress. "I didn't know you two were together."
"Sometimes," Luna smiled her far away smile as she pulled her panties up over her hips and reached down for her skirt. "We're not really an item, though. So have at her, Hermione. Pansy is all yours."
I smirked as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and draped my robes over my arm before walking toward her.
"N-no, I don't think so," she tried to chuckle.
"That hurts, Granger," I said, bracing myself against her scent. "You didn't like what you saw?"
"No, that's not it," a deep blush crawled up her face and my smile grew. "I – you have a beautiful- I mean you're beautiful but I -."
I stopped her with a small laugh. "It's a joke, Granger," I told her. "Just messing with you. You won't, uh, tell anyone what you saw, though, will you?"
"Of course not," she looked at me finally, still blushing. "But, you haven't seen a black and white dog with a yellow one have you?"
I looked over at Luna and she shrugged. "Sorry, Hermione," she said. "I've never seen any dogs at all around Hogwarts. What about you, Pansy?"
"Not that I can say," I gave her an apologetic look.
"It's fine," she said. "Maybe it was a dream; but it felt really real."
I nodded and looked around to Luna who had finally finished dressing and walked over to the two of us.
"She has no idea," I laughed to Luna.
"Make sure it stays that way, Pansy."
"Whatever."
"I'm just uh… gonna go to breakfast, then," Granger said, stumbling backwards as she tried to get away from me.
"We're headed there as well," Luna smiled. "Why don't you walk with us? Tell us about these dogs you saw. Maybe they were actually womblelots trying to protect you from something!"
I rolled my eyes at Granger and gave a smirk as we began to walk, listening to Luna ramble on about some made up creature that guarded unsuspecting people from evil.
Luna walked between us, and I breathed very little as Granger's scent was still quite strong.
When we reached the Great Hall, we all went our separate ways and I took a seat away from my classmates. However, fate was not in my favor that day as Millicent sat beside me.
"You smell her, don't you?" she hissed to me, quietly so only I could hear. "You want her."
"For an omega wolf," I sneered at her, "you talk as though you know the first thing about what being an alpha like. The kind of control I have over my beast; trust me, pup, it's much more than you will ever have."
"I can't help but notice," she looked me in the eyes, a challenge, "you didn't deny it."
"I owe no weakling such as you an explanation or answer," I snapped. "And if you challenge me again, I will accept it and you will die."
"It was not a death challenge," Millicent couldn't hide the fear in her eyes. "It's a challenge for the right to mate."
"Then you are in a weak Pack," I laughed. "In my Pack, any mating challenge is a death challenge. Besides, you don't like women; you only want her because I want her."
The truth of my words shone in her eyes, but so did her fear of what I would do to her.
She left, then, not daring to say another word to me.
"Bitch," I muttered to my eggs and continued with my meal.
A/N: Ok, so read and review and maybe I'll be able to crank out another chapter in the next couple days. However, I am going to see The Phantom of the Opera on Saturday, and I'm taking two lovely ladies with me so I'm gonna be kinda busy.
