I and John went to his room, the Hufflepuff dormitory. It was empty, because the other werewolves were still outside gangbanging Lady Gaga or just having fun in other ways; I even saw an entire pack gang-raping Harry Potter and the other fuckers. This gave me an instant erection.

"I see you need some attention down there."

"No, but you do!"

Saying that I, despiste being smaller and obviously well less musculated, tossed my boyfriend to his bed, causing him to laugh. Then I climbed on top of him and I french kissed him; I returned to my ferret form and he assumed his wolverine one. The environment couldn't had been more romantic: the wall were covered in piss strains and blood, and there was a strong smell of rooting flesh and plenty of posters of Good Charlotte, Green Day, Linkin Park and Moony as well as many other bands and singers such as Lady Gaga and David Fonseca, all favoured by satanists like us. I heard a noise and I got off my mate. Hedwing the owl was resting outside the window; I silently aproached it and, with my quick mustelid reflexes, I caught the bird and I broke its neck. I then decapitated it and I placed its head on a nearby chair. I then soaked my fingers with the bird's blood and I wrote "I luv u" on the wall, just for my sweet heart, who grabbed me for another french kiss. I then grabbed the owl's body and we ate it, alongside the head. I enjoyed specially the eyes, so juicy and bloody. Nothing but the blood soaked feathers, beak and talons remained.

We then dropped to the bed again, me on top once more, and we kissed. I love the taste of owl blood mixed with John's saliva, and I swear I could taste the bird's stomach fluids. We undressed, removing everything but the socks; I love white socks, they make me horny beyond belief. John's cock, already erect, was the same size as his human cock, but had a nice shealth, and his balls were covered in black fur. I then did what I hadn't the chance to do before, and even for my first time I appearently sucked well. I even deep-throated him; I've trained on other werewolves for quite some time. He moaned quite loud, and I was afraid Snape and his la veyan sluts discovered. I then stopped, and I turned around, my butt right in front of his face. Thus, when I was sucking him he rimmed me, his tongue penetrating my virgin asshole. I moaned and after ten minutes I decided it was enough and I positioned myself above his pole. Lubed as I was, I impaled myself and I moaned once my prostate was stimulated with all that pressure and heat. I then moved up and down, and we were both experiencing the most pleasurable moment of our lives. Being stimulated as he was, he came inside of me within one minute. I felt insatisfied, so he pawed me off. I came after two minutes on his belly. We then went to the Hufflepuff bathroom, a dirty place that smelled like bullshit. We then turned the showers on, and we had more sex on the showers. He stopped once other werewolves appeared, bringing with them a sexy musky smell that turned me on again. However, I didn't want to have more sex, so I began to get worried once a tiger werewolf grabbed my ass.

"Fuck off Ron Weaseley! He's mine" said John, defending me against the tiger.

"Fine. But if you guys want to share, call me" Ron said, licking his furry lips.

You see, Ron had once a pefectly normal family, but his father (who was a vampire) got emo and depressed, so he raped his children and cut his wrists and bled to death, so Ron, Ginny and the twins all recurred to satanism and were expelled from Griffindor. Because Ron turned into a werewolf, he went to Hufflepuff, as Slytherin only accepts vampires and dragons. Ron now uses the nickname Diabo.

In the next morning I woke up in John's bed, where he had slept in our human forms. I've seen some other werewolves still sleeping in their beds, but John was nowhere to be seen. I then looked for my clothes, and I found them all in the beds of the other werewolves. I smelled them. Those idiots had masturbated with my clothes! Still, I was forced to wear them; hopefully no one would notice the smell of tiger, fox, wolf, kangaroo, cougar, raccoon, raccoon dog, otter and bat cum. I then got out of the fucking room, going for breakfast. As I walked to the meal room many stupid la veyan preps gave me weird stares, probably noticing the cum. I then showed them my middle finger, and they fled in terror. On the way to the gigantic cantine I meet Hermione, Lucy and Stella, which appearently had a lesbian orgy yesterday.

"Hi fag" greeted Hermione

"Hi whore, what's up?"

"We where planning to buy some stuff in Hot Topic. Do you wanna...hell, did you had sex?"

"Yup"

"AAAAHHH!!! TELL US TELL US!!!!!!!" screamed the trio, all of them yaoi girls obviously

"Well, it was with John..."

"John Silver Long, the major hottie everyone wants to be raped by?"

"Yes, that one"

"You lucky motherfucker!"

"Yep, I'm a fortunate bastard"

We all then walked together to the meal hall, and then we walked to our respective tables, Hermione and Lucy to Slytherin and Stella to Ravenclaw, while I went to Hufflepuff. There I saw my mate, who smiled at me.

"Hey there" I said while I sat down.

My breakfast consisted of a bowl of cereals made of leather soaked not in milk, but in whale cum. I took a glass of blood and I put one or two drops on the cum. Many preps looked at me with a digusted look; I showed them my middle finger. Then Diabo appeared, and took a sit right in front of me, and gave me a naughty look. John then assumed his wolverine form and growled at him. Then came Neville Longottom; he too was banned from Gryffindor and joined Hufflepuff, 'cos he converted to satanism and became a werewolf. He was in his wolf form, and grabbed an owl that passed above him and ate it, tearing the bird's body apart with his jaws. The sight of blood running down his muzzle gave me an erection, and John came closer to me, just in case the other werewolves tried anything.

Then Dumbledore came into the room, and he sat on his throne.

"Bitches, I have something to announce. Because my Alzheimer is becoming problematic, I'm going to withdraw for a while, and instead I will leave my friend the Prime Minister of Magical Magic incharge"

Then came another old man, but not an ugly one; instead, he was sexy, and reminded me of John Hurt, with his grey hair and and short, spiky grey beard and moustache. He came close to Dumbledore and they shook hands, before he took his place in another throne, by kicking out Minerva McGonagal.

"Hello everyone, I'm the Minister of Magical Magic and my name is Cornelius Fuck. I'm going to make some changes around here, so if you don't like them fuck off!"

We sensed something fishy was going on, and if necessary not even Cornelius Fuck's sexyness wouldn't save him from our wrath. And then Dumbledore looked at him again.

"Who are you?"

"Oh my God not again! Guards, take him to Azkaban!"

Then the dementors took the old fart away. Cornelius Fuck then took Dumbledore's place, and Minerva returned to her own throne, with a murderous look in her eyes. Only that she was looking at us, not at Cornelius.

"You insolent brats! Throwing me off my throne like that!"

"What!?" said everyone from Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

"Yes you! Everyone's gonna have a detention!"

"But thats unfair, it was Cornelius!" said Hermione

"How do you dare insulting me!? See me in my office. You and that sexy werewolf over there, next to the big guy!"

Oh. My. Satan!!!!!!! That was me! Needless to say, my mate got outraged and growled.

"If you're gonna take him then you shall take me too!"

"Fine, you win." Cornelius said, very upset.

"And Hermione's won't go with you either!"

"I don't mind too"

We then finished our breakfast and left; many of the stupid preps at Griffindor and Ravenclaw sighed sadly, as I wasn't punished as they expected.