Chapter 3

AN: Sorry for my english, I keep trying to improve

NSFW illustration at the end!

"That was unacceptable!" Hermione said angrily as they left the first defense class of the term. "Is he really that insensitive or was he just totally wasted! Either way, what he did to you and Neville is unacceptable!" Harry looked at Hermione, finding her incredibly cute being this angry for him, but waited for her to calm down a little before saying.

"He isn't drunk." Harry said, being somewhat bothered by what had just happened, but more for Neville than for himself. Professor Moody's demonstration seemed to have affected the other shy boy way more than he let out. "There was not a single drop of alcohol on the zip he kept taking, that is something else there…"

"How did you know Harry?" Hermione asked curiously. The werewolf looked at her with a smile and simply touched his own nose as they walked through the hallways.

After almost a week at Hogwarts, with some good food and no nightmares, at least for the time being, Harry was feeling a lot better, also his appetite had attacked with total force.

"Come, Lunch is starting and I am starving." Harry looked at his best friend and waited for the comparison with Ron, but it never came, Hermione just but her bottom lip and nodded at him.

During lunch, Harry sat down again with Hermione at his right, still talking about Mad Eye's, both his class and the time he turned Malfoy into a ferret with a mix of indignation and amusement. A couple minutes later, Katie and Angelina entered the hall, and took what now seemed to be their usual places, Katie on Harry's left side and Angelina across the table. Harry didn't mind the sudden new arrangement, both girls were pleasant and smart and very nice to look at, and even Hermione seemed to enjoy the talking, when the subject was not quidditch, of course. Harry also didn't admit it, but he really liked the way Katie touched his leg or leaned on his shoulder, of course he had noticed Katie before this year, she was beautiful and fierce, especially at the field, but it was nothing like what was happening now, and her now familiar scent of grass and strawberries became one of his favorites, together with Hermione's mint and earthly one.

Suddenly, an enormous owl descended upon them, scaring Hermione and making Angelina laugh. It was brown and gray with some black spots, almost double the size of Hedwig, with what looked like pointed eyebrows over its big yellow and gray eyes.

"Wow!" Harry said as it landed right in front of him. "This one is new…"

"Doesn't look like a specimen commonly seen in England…" Hermione wondered, looking curiously at the big bird and the envelope it carried.

"It is French," Said Angelina. "My uncle that lives in Paris has one that looks like that, just not that big". The three others nodded and the owl extended her leg showing Harry the letter on its leg, seeing a little impatient. Harry took it, thinking if impatience was an owl trait before giving the prideful bird a nice piece of meat from his plate, prompting a satisfied sound as the owl took off silently.

Harry looked at the envelope, and the smell hit him like a punch. Not the owl's smell, but the one that came from the envelope itself, it was very floral… lilies and vanilla he thought. The three girls looked curiously to the name written on it, "Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons, France". Harry told them.

"Well…" Katie rolling her eyes. "Obviously a girl, maybe an international fan girl trying to set you up before the tournament?" The chaser finished with a touch of jealousy in her voice to Harry's surprise.

"Well, my experience with magical mail is not the best one…" Answered Harry with a sigh, "But there is only one way to find out." And he opened the letter.

The smell came before anything, even stronger than it was the envelope. Harry took a deep breath, that scent could be addictive, he thought, but it seems only he and, maybe, Katie could notice, by her facial expression. The handwriting was very meticulous, the wizard wondered as he started reading.

Monsieur Harry Potter

I hope this letter finds you well.

My name is Fleur Delacour, and I know it can be weird and somewhat distressing to receive a letter from a total stranger like that, although I would imagine that,with your fame, you must be somehow used to it. At this point I must stress, do not worry, I am not any kind of fangirl.

Of course, I know of your deeds, as they are famous even in France, although I have a way safer source of information than the news outlets (you can ask your friend Angelina about her cousin Regine), but they are not the reason I am sending this missive. At this point, I must ask, please don't be alarmed by this letter.

I am writing to you because, this summer, many… different… things have happened, and more than one of them concerns you. For one, I got to know " Moony" and "Padfoot " and I am glad to say they are both safe at the moment, but rather concerned about you. There is more, but I am afraid it would be forcing my boundaries against someone I don't know. That's the reason I decided to write and get to know you, as we may meet and even need each other later this year as I am sure you are aware of the triwizard tournament that is coming to your school.

If you are somewhat interested, I am looking forward to your response.

Respectfully

Fleur Delacour

Harry gave Hermione a knowing look after the mention of Remus and Sirius, he too was worried about the two men, and was somewhat relieved for them to be in France. But why?

"Angelina? Do you happen to know anyone named Regine?" Harry asked.

"I do have a cousin that goes to Beauxbatons, named Regine, she does have a friend named Fleur, he roommate, I think". Angelina Shrugged.

"Sorry ladies." Harry said, getting up. "I got a letter to write".

.oOo.

Hermione and Katie walked back to the Gryffindor tower together right after Harry had left. Katie was a little confused (and just a little jealous) by the boy's rush to write a response to someone he don't know, but Hermione reassured her it had more to do with the contents of the letter than it's sender, "but that is his secret to tell", the bush hair girl said when they arrived at the common room. Hermione suddenly stopped before entering, and took a hold of Katie's arm.

"Katie, what are you doing?" Hermione finally asked.

Katie sighed, she knew that was coming.

"Look Hermione, I really, REALLY like you, damn, we actually look up to you, you know, even the older girls, you may really be the brightest witch of our time!" Katie said with a sincere smile and a hint of pride that took Hermione back. "And I truly do believe that you and that noble git can and will do amazing things for the wizardry world, especially if he overcomes his self-esteem problem, and damn, he really doesn't realize how hot he is, right?" Hermione bit her lower lip, in total agreement. "We have seen you two dance around each other for a long time, but this time something is different, and I decided, if you are not making a move, I will!"

"But… what changed?" Hermione asked, surprised by the other girl's honesty. Katie raises an eyebrow at her.

"I'm pretty sure you know, damn, knowing the kind of shit you two always get yourselves into, you probably were there when it happened!" Katie turned to the portrait guarding the door. "As I said, I really like you, as a model and as a friend…" The older girl gave Hermione a knowing look over the shoulder. "I am even willing to share with the right girl…" Katie winked, smiled and entered the room.

Hermione blushed furiously, biting her lower lip, again.

.oOo.

Fleur came down to the school's common room for breakfast, wondering about her dreams. The same dreams, where she was close to the big black green-eyed wolf, kept coming back every night. Lately, the veela noted some small changes. Now, she could touch the beast, his raven black fur, and feel his warmth on her hands, even after she woke up.

There was nothing like the Hogwarts houses at Beauxbatons, so the tables at the common great hall were divided mostly by year. Fleur got to sit on the seventh year's table and eat a very light and frugal breakfast as she usually did, with some hot black coffee. The witch sighed, she was not looking forward to beans and bacon instead of fruits and croissants, or some of the other things Regine told her about English breakfast. After eating, she was enjoying her hot coffee and talking with her only friend about the day's class schedule, when the morning owls entered the room, bringing the mail, magazines and daily news to the students and the staff. Bertrand, the big Delacour owl, had come back the day before, with no answer to her letter, to Fleur's disappointment.

But now, a beautiful white owl with black spots on her wings, had landed right in front of the beautiful young woman. Fleur was stunned, not only by how magnificent the bird looked, but also by the spark of cleverness on its yellow eyes.

"Hello pretty boy…" Fleur said, and the owl shook its feathers angrily at her. "Sorry, girl?" The teen giggled at the prideful bird. "Ah, a really pretty girl, do you want some water?" The vella offered the owl a bowl with some clean water and the white bird drank it happily. "Do you have something for me?" Fleur asked, trying unsuccessfully to hide her excitement, Regine giggled at her. The owl extended her leg and the magical letter appeared on the parchment.

"So?" Regine asked, making no effort to hide her own excitement.

"He answered…" Fleur said slowly, and proceeded to open the letter.

Dear (?) Miss Delacoeur

Sorry for the late response, as you may notice reading through this letter, I am not very good with this correspondence thing. I had to actually start this letter several times, and because of that, I couldn't send it earlier with your own owl. For that, I am very sorry.

First of all, really, really thank you for the news about Moony and Padfoot , it makes me really relieved to hear about them, and, I believe you do understand the reasons for being discreet about them, please tell them to not worry about me, and to focus on their own situation, as it is more urgent right now.

I am also thankful that you get your information about me through Regine (I asked Angelina about her and she seems to be a very good person, please send her my regards) and not from the wizardry media. As you can imagine, my relationship with them is not the best, to say the least, since my second year at Hogwarts, when they discovered that I was nothing like they hoped, and I didn't want to be that person as well. They wanted "the boy who lived" and I was just Harry. But I digress. I understand this is hard to relate to, sorry for that.

I must say I look forward to meeting you and to talk more at length about our mutual acquaintances as it is hard to do it by letter. I also look forward to knowing more of you and learning more about wizardry people around the world.

Sorry if I annoyed you in any way.

Best regards

Harry Potter

PS: this beautiful lady that delivered the letter is called Hedwig , if you can, please see her to get some rest and food, she loves bacon…

Fleur was astonished, the boy looked reluctant, a little shy and really thankful for her letter, nothing like she expected, but, what does she really expect? Another pompous prat like the ones she met at the political parties at Delacour manor? He seemed worried about the well-being of his owl, what does that say about someone? And, goodness, he didn't imagine how well she understands about how he felt, about not wanting to meet people's expectations about herself.

Fleur looked at Regine with a wandering gaze.

"I think it is worth a response." The black girl said with a smile and a shrug.

"If you would wait for just a little more..." Fleur said, looking at Hedwig now."I can get you some bacon, and a response to your master." The owl poured in agreement.

.oOo.

"That giant moron bloody git!" Daphne Greengrass almost screamed, sitting at the table in the back of the Hogwarts library, getting some angry looks from some of the other students.

"Daphne, language!" Hermione told her with a hiss. "We are in a library. Also, his behavior is nothing more than a symptom of a way more serious problem in the wizardry world." The bright witch said using her professoral voice.

"How can you be so analytical about this!" The beautiful Slytherin asked, her cold eyes darting at Hermione, but not angry at her. "I never understood how you and Harry put on with Weasley, you guys are leagues above him, the brat would only drag you both down! He is not even funny like his brothers, and now this?" Daphne took a deep breath coming back to her ice Queen persona. "Did you already told Potter?".

"No." Hermione said with a sad face. "Ron was his first friend, and Harry already has too much in his mind, I don't think it is a good idea right now.."

"So, you know their Friendship will probably not survive this…" Daphne said on point. She was good, Hermione thought, but didn't answer.

After a couple minutes of silence, Daphne sighed and asked.

"Should I assume you are still in touch with professor Lupin?"

"Hum… why would you say that?" Hermione said, and the Slytherin pointed at the large collection of books on the table, mostly about lycanthropy, very good indeed, Hermione thought again, just like Harry said. "Not exactly, although it is related…" The witch answered. Thinking about Harry made her remember. "What time is it? I need to go to the quidditch practice!" The girl started quickly packing her books into her purse.

"Quidditch?" Daphne said with a grim, " I thought you didn't like it."

"Hey, I watched all the Gryffindor's games last year!" Hermione said, pretending to be offended.

"Watched the games or some player in particular?" Daphne sang and Hermione blushed giving the Slytherin a wave before leaving the library.

Hermione quickly walked to the quidditch field, to find out that the practice was not over yet, so she sat in one of the benches around the field and watched it. A couple rolls below her, she could see Romilda Vane, and some other fangirls looking at Harry. if only they knew… then she looked up, and there he was, on his element, making loops and free falls just for the pleasure of flying, then he bolted, passing through the arcs faster than any other player could react and emerged with the snitch in hands. Hermione bit her lip when she saw Katie flying and giving Harry a big hug. They both looked beautiful up there in the air, Hermione thought sadly.

As everyone landed and direct themselves to the dressing room, Harry caught a glimpse of Hermione e flew towards her, in the benchs, the fan girls sending her murderous looks.

The boy landed at her side, sweating, but smiling. Harry lifted his ever-clean goggles up and looked at her with those eyes. It was not fair, Hermione thought. The way he made her feel, down to her center without even trying…

The witch came back to earth when he asked.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah yeah… just lost in his thoughts." Hermione waved.

"So... Quidditch practice Mione?" Harry used his broom as a support.

"I needed to get you alone" Hermione could see the fan girls leaving, looking back at them. "I had done some research," the girl started, entering that full lecture mode Harry was so familiar with. "And discovered some things, it is impressive what they do not teach us here…" Harry sat down on her side, resting the firebolt on his shoulder and looking genuinely interested. "For example, lycanthropy can only affect magical beings, sure, the non magical people have their legends, but probably is because they crossed paths with some infected wizard. See, the curse needs a magic to grow, it feeds on the wizard's magic"

"Like a virus?"

"Kinda, I guess the best analogue would be the rabies virus". Now Harry looked scared, and she quickly continued. "But it is not deadly by itself. Quite the contrary". Now, the boy looked confused.

"As I said, the curse feeds on the magic of the host, at first I thought it would use it to create and sustain the transformation, that is the reason people feel drained after the transformation cycles, but then I discovered it does not do only that. It uses magic for other things too. As the transformation approaches, your physical attributes may increase, and your senses will become more and more enhanced."

"That explains a lot…" Harry said.

Hermione sighed, the hardest part was coming.

"That is also accompanied by a substantial increase in aggressive tendencies and… appetites…" The girl sounded uncomfortable.

"I will get angry easily and eat more? Like Ron?" Harry tried to joke.

"Not funny Harry! I meant really aggressive, dangerous even, and… there are other kinds of appetites…" Hermione shivered.

"What do you mean…"

"Sexual appetite…"

They both stay there, blushing in silence and not looking at each other for a couple minutes.

"Hum… well… there is more…" Hermione continued as Harry buried his face in his hands. "Depending on the life and magical power of the wizard, the changes can become permanent… not that you will be a wolf all the time, but senses, physical strength... And… the other things… that's the reason why werewolves can't be professional athletes…"

Harry looked at the field in silence…

"Just my luck, don't you think?" The wizard said finally, but not looking at her. "Sometimes it seems I am a character in the most weird story… And Mione, before you start, for once, I don't regret it!" Harry finished, raising his hand at her, before she could even start talking. The boy got up and took a deep breath. "I need shower…" Harry looked at Hermione deep into her caramel eyes, Hermione felt her heartbeat accelerating. "Hermione, when are you going to tell me what happened between you and Ron?"

.oOo.

Harry saw the girl go a little pale, but she dismissed him, telling he got more important things to worry about then some teenage drama. The werewolf knew something was wrong, and he hated dividing his time between his two friends. Although, spending some time only with Hermione, away from Ron, had made Harry rethink some of the Weasley boy's past attitude, as well as his own. How much of Ron's behavior he had overlooked by the simple fact he didn't want to antagonize his first friend was a question that burnt his mind.

With that though, the wizard entered the dressing room and noticed that the other players had already been gone. Good, Harry preferred that way, he didn't like people looking at him as some sort of defenseless kid, like madam Pomfrey did every time he ended up at the hospital wing, as much as he liked the school's matron.

Harry threw his pants over the wooden bench, as well as his boots, knee pads, gloves and his goggles. A little blind, he opened the shower so the water could get warm, and proceeded to remove his shirt. Not even a second after itje fabric has passed through his head, the werewolf took a deep breath and stopped, scared.

He was not alone.

He took another deep breath. Grass and strawberries.

"Katie…?" Harry said, blushing, but without the courage to turn around.

"You know…" The boy heard Katie saying in a low voice, a serious tone. "We can go after the bastard that made this to you and make him pay."

Harry froze, he stayed there, on his boxers, knowing that she could see his back and her felt ashamed of it. Katie approached him, and something started pouting on the back of his mind, trying to get in, to take control… something that usually just appeared on the full moon nights. Amplifying his senses, letting her delicious scent overwhelm him… and building on his needs.

A hand touched his shoulder, and Harry felt a jolt of power running through him, and he felt his member twitching in his boxers. Katie pressed him and started turning his body around

"You smelled me, don't you? Katie asked, and Harry took a deep breath"I knew it!" The boy was turned into her direction now, she was really close to him, he could feel the warmth of her body and her scent was almost intoxicating. The girl's hands traced the scar of Remus' bite on his shoulder. "Interesting summer indeed…" Katie whispered, then said after nibing in his ear, sending shivers on his back. "Tell me Harry, what do I smell like?" Harry felt his body responding before his mouth, his dick twitching painfuly inside his undies, the wolf was close now…

"Like... the grass... of the field... mixed with fresh strawberries…" The wizard answered without even noticing, she was too close to him and Harry became uncomfortably aware of his erection touching her, and certainly she was aware as well.

Katie slowly and gently put the glasses back on his face, and suddenly he could clearly see her. Harry's eyes went wide at the beautiful sight, Katie was cake in panties, and had her school shirt completely unbuttoned, showing her flat well defined stomach, and the little valley between her breasts. Her legs were toned and muscular, the witch's body fit from years of quidditch. Her knickers were simple cotton blue ones, but fitted her figure in a way he found very erotic, as he could discern the contours of her center under it. He felt his member jump against his boxers when he noticed the moisture forming on her panties, and learned to recognize the scent of her arousal, his dick once again jumped inside his boxers.l, but couldn't bring himself to speak.

"Thank you…" Katie said grimly. "You look very delicious too, Harry…" The girl said, tracing her fingers through his sweaty chest and abdomen, getting dangerously close to his boxers.

"Take her…" Harry could hear the wolf whispering in his mind… "Make her yours!"

Katie closed the distance between them, to Harry's surprise, and threw her arms around his neck, their bodies touching almost head to toe. They were almost the same height, so she lifted herself on the point of her feet and was able to grind her panty clad pussu against his raging erection. The girl approached her mouth to his and whispered.

"You can touch me Harry…"

Then, Katie kissed him. his mind went blank for a second, but it started again, the wolf was there with him now, focusing all of his senses into the woman. Her tongue liked his lips, as if asking for permission, which he granted, parting his mouth so she could enter. Harry had almost no kissing experience, much less one as deep and savage like this. Katie was almost mapping his mouth, her tongue dancing against his own and his lips, and he loved it, trying to learn with everything she did. The girl's hands runned through his messy hair, forcefully grabbing it. By pure instinct, Harry's hands grabbed her firm bum, helping her grind against his member.

"Yeeees!" The girl moaned when she let go of his mouth, both of them gasping for air. Harry had felt excited before, but something about her scent, the way she was touching him, were almost too much.

With one hand, Katie grabbed and pushed Harry's hair, exposing his neck, which she moved to kiss, bite and suck with much need, almost like marking him as hers. Her other hand scratched his back from top to bottom, as his own hands worked her ass, squeezing it, and his fingers finding their way under her panties. Harry loved the texture and the smoothness of her ass cheeks with a passion. The girl increased the rhythm of her hips until she came for the first time, biting his neck and clawing his back. Harry left a small grunt as she slowed down.

"Don't worry babe...We are not done yet…" She whispered in his ear, before lightning bit his earlobe. Harry's body was screaming for release.

Breathing heavy, not thinking clearly, Harry let Katie take his hand and lead him to the wooden bench.

"You… you are beautiful…" Harry finally could say, after mustering all the conscious mind he got left, entranced by her scent, by the way she moved, by the juices of her arousal coming from her wet pussy and running down, glowing through her tights.

"Thank you…" Katie answered with a smile, helping him out of his boxers, finally freeing his hardened dick. The witch let out a moan, looking at Harry's member, pulsing with his heartbeat, and liked her lips in anticipation. "Now relax, let me do the work…"

She passed her strong leg over his lap, standing in front of him, Harry's hands moved on their own and grabbed her breasts, and Katie let out another little moan.

With one hand, Katie grabbed his dick, and with the other, she pushed her knickers to the side. Letting herself go down a little, first she rubbed Harry's member's head at her entrance, making him watch, hypnotized as the bulbous tip of his dick slid between her wet folds with ease, then, without letting it in, slid all the way to the base. Harry felt how dripping wet she was, spreading her juices on him. She repeated the movement two more times, stopping only to tease her clitb with his cock, then, on the third, she aligned his cock with her entrance and in a swift move, buried herself in it.

Katie let out a loud moan, feeling full and Harry instantly thought that it was one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard, the werewolf liked it just as much as he liked her scent. Katie looked at him, covered in a thin layer of sweat, her hair was a mess, almost like his, but there was a sparkle on her eyes, and the smile, Harry loved that hungy smile. The sensation he was getting from his member was different from anything he ever imagined, hot, wet, cozy, delicious… he won't know how to describe.

Then, Katie started moving…

Harry gasped, it was amazing, her juices dripping into him, her hands grabbing his shoulder, her moans, the wet obscene sounds her pussy made every time it swallowed his dick, he felt alive, like he never did before. The tension building on his member was almost unbearable. The wizard placed his hands on her hips and helped the girl move, with a grunt.

"Harry!" Katie screamed as she approached another, more intense climax. "Come for me Harry…" That was enough to send both to the edge, screaming as they came together. Nothing Harry had ever felt on his own could ever come close to the feeling of exploding inside Katie's warm and wet pussy. The wolf was there, and he almost howled.

Katie on her end, collapsed into Harry's shoulder, panting and with a silly smile on her face. Both stayed there, still connected, in bliss for a couple minutes. The boy could feel the wolf subsiding, satisfied for now, he felt a little guilty for letting himself get carried away like that. But then Katie looked at him, and there was the smile, the one he would do anything to give her again. So radiant and beautiful.

"Thank you, Harry…" Katie whispered in between kisses on his shoulder and breast, "This was amazing, better than I could ever have expected…" The girl slowly got up, and both teens moaned at the lost contact. "You, sir, need a shower". She took her things, and moved in the direction of the girl's dressing room.

"I see you at dinner!" Katie said smiling, leaving a very satisfied, but also very confused Harry at the bench.