February this year did not pamper It was gray, drab, and cold. Sad evenings dragged on like dryasdust and only deepened the sense of hopelessness.
At least that's how Harry saw it
Once again, apathy caught up with him. He stared at the ceiling with no particular purpose, listening to the sounds of the rain that had melted all the snow. He was contemplating.
It had been six months since he had attended the fifth grade at Hogwarts, but he remembered earlier years with fondness.
Back then, he was happy. Everything came easily to him: good grades, sports success, relationships with peers, plenty of time for various pleasures.
And this year deprived him of all that.
He devoted his entire days to studying, yet his results did not knock him down. Against the background of the class, he came out average. For an ambitious boy, it was a painful snap in the nose.
Hogwarts also took him away from sports and his Quidditch teammates. Harry closed his eyes. Under his eyelids, he saw the laughing faces of the athletic pack that had graduated earlier.
His extracurricular life had also dimmed. He had no time to go outside Hogwart's classrooms, and most of his friend was in a similar situation. The games, fun and fooling around were over.
He felt lonely, so lonely.
The memory of his younger days and the feeling of loneliness pushed his thoughts toward Daphne, a Slytherin girl.
Pretty tall, with nicely defined boobs and an exceptionally shapely bottom, she was the object of sighs from almost all the older students. However, she dismissed all requests to "walk" with a sharp joke or a spell.
Harry also had a crush on her, but never found the courage to confess it to her.
It was mainly because of her that Harry continued learning potions. He hoped that taking classes together would bring them closer together.
Unfortunately, reality proved otherwise. Daphne had her own company and their contacts were limited to a perfunctory "hello" in the school corridor.
Every evening, as he slogged over his homework, he imagined that the next day he would approach her after class, and ask her to be his girlfriend. She, of course, throws herself into his arms. This hope gave him the strength to get up in the morning and go to class. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to turn his dreams into action, and treated each day as a failure, which clipped his wings even more.
By December, he was in such a state that he was counting solely on a lucky coincidence that might bail him out and somehow miraculously push Daphne into his arms.
It was worse. After New Year's Eve, Daphne began dating Blaise from Slytherin, the object of the sighs of quite a few girls from Hogwart.
Thunder pierced Harry with the painful thought that Daphne was already taken. His youthful heart was bleeding.
For more than a month, practically every break he had to watch her hug and kiss Blaise. With each of their touches, he felt more clearly that something was over. He had to learn to live in a world where Daphne finally has someone, and that someone is not him.
Harry turned on his side. He now resembled a wounded wolf craving an affectionate female who would cuddle him and lick his bleeding spots.
"Dude, face it," he said to himself. You're screwed. You're average among students. The girls at school don't give a shit about you. You're weakened, with no experience in bed matters. When you could fuck with girls, you preferred Quidditch and secretly making love to Daphne. You don't even have time to practice now. Your Daphne doesn't want you either. You are on your own. All that's left for you to do is study and jerk off.
For a moment, he thought about getting up and reaching for the Playwitch newspaper from his secret stash on his desk. Harry gave up. He didn't have the strength to move. He was drifting further and further away in the gray clouds of melancholy, and his self-confidence, was piquing hard downward. He was suffering.
Outside the window the rain was stuttering, and a cold wind was blowing around Hogwarts. Amid the noise, it seemed to Hermione that she could hear a wolf howling. "I'm having some kind of auditory hallucination from thinking about him," she thought. She looked at the enchanted Galleon again. Before the vacation, she had improved their contact system. They could talk to each other from time to time.
She wanted very much to hear his voice, but more and more fears and dilemmas that acted like a handbrake, stopping her intentions, invaded her. She was inventing more reasons to delay the inevitable for a while longer. Another conversation started in her head:
"Call! You've waited so long for this!"
"What if he doesn't want to come?"
"He will come. He cares about you!"
"How do you know?"
"And who was your protector and shield? Who has always defended you from Malfoy and other miscreants? "
"Then why didn't he call or come later?"
"Think sensibly. His this year is the hardest for him, he lost Sirius. He even gave up Quidditch."
"What if at the party he doesn't want to fight for me and gives me away to Malfoy?"
"Then you'll get rid of your virginity with Malfoy."
"With anyone but that bastard!"
"Relax. It was a joke. He always defended you from that bastard. That's how it will be this time, too. He'll unseat Malfoy, and then he'll come at you himself and take advantage of you."
"How can you be so sure?"
"And have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Can't you see how you've changed? Don't you hear the compliments of those puppies in class? Every day they drool at the sight of you. He can't resist you, either. He'll fight over you with Malfoy like about bitch in heat."
"And if we're in the lair and he withdraws? You know how responsible he is."
"Then you'll start tickling and tempting. He's a flesh and blood guy. He won't resist. And if he has objections, you'll use a wand and take him by force."
"Wouldn't that be rape?"
"How can you rape a horny guy? It won't be rape, it will be a genuine gift, at the memory of which a shiver of desire will always pass him and longing."
"And if ..."
"Stop with the objections! You are the alpha female! Remember that!"
"I'm a little scared."
"You can do it! You have overcome so much adversity. Imagine you together in a lair. A game worth the candle. Just call, because in a moment it will be too late!"
This argument sealed the decision, but Hermione still delayed the moment of making the call for a while.
It filled her head with the image of the wolf, as she liked to think of her beloved. She felt a pleasant tingling in her panties and a powerful urge to touch her virgin mink. She knew that if she started, she would spend at least a few minutes masturbating.
She began to fight with herself. She bit her lower lip. It was enough for her to relieve the tension. She felt a sweet pain. It helped. She reminded herself of priorities. Execute the plan. There will be time for games yet," she commanded, and took a deep breath.
"Okay, I'm calling!"
"Finally! Attagirl!" her inner voice replied.
She grabbed the Galleon and called out to Harry
As she listened to the call waiting tone, her heart pounded like crazy. She felt herself blushing, just like she did a year ago when she handed him a valentine.
They chatted for almost half an hour. At first the conversation didn't stick, but as the initial stress subsided, they felt a common vibe. They talked a little about school, but mostly about quidditch, which was his passion. Finally, Hermione invited him to her party to celebrate her birthday. The party was to be held on Saturday, two weeks from now. He confirmed that he would definitely come.
As he put down the galleon, he almost jumped for joy. For a moment he stood in the room and gazed at the object he had received from his friend. A pleasant shiver went through him. He felt that a chance to get back into the game was emerging.
His good mood didn't leave him in the shower either. As he showered, he whistled happily and thought about Hermione. When he was so in need of appreciation, she was the one who called - a friend who, before the vacations, confessed to him that she had a crush on him and suggested dating. At the time, he diplomatically declined.
The hope resurfaced in Harry that the birthday invitation was an excuse for him to reconsider his friend's earlier proposal. "If my assumption is confirmed, then this time I will not make the mistake of youth and at least make a light ars amandi training with Hermione during the house party. And if joint exercises would appeal to both of us, it will be worth thinking about walking together," he mused to himself, while his hands soaped the flesh in the crotch area more and more vigorously.
Harry's penis began to arouse and rock.
He was only snapped out of this blissful state by Ron, who knocked on the door. He did so with a heavy heart. It had been so long since he had heard his best friend whistling happily in the shower.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Harry had accepted the invitation and was clearly happy to hear from her. Now she was almost certain that her plan to lose her virginity with her beloved, while humiliating her former tormentor, was likely to be a complete success.
She was bursting with energy. She did a little exercise in her room to relieve the tension that had accumulated in her. Later, she took a quick shower, put on her cotton pajamas, and headed to bedroom to relax a bit there. Although it was approaching 9:00 pm, she was alone in the girls dormitories. Her friends had had a lot of homework for some time and generally returned very late, so she had the entire dormitories at her disposal.
In the lair, as she liked to call her bedroom, the mood of intimacy was palpable. A small lamp standing on the bedside table illuminated it only. It gave a discreet and very atmospheric mood.
Hermione, wrapped in semi-darkness, lay down on her comfortable bed. She liked this place. She associated it with safety, love, and tenderness. That's why this is where she intended to give herself to Harry during her birthday.
The risk of unwanted pregnancy, potential mental problems or other risky behavior that could have resulted from too early a sexual initiation did not deter her. She told herself it wouldn't affect her.
She was stubborn and knew her own. Virtually all of her learning teammates had had it. She didn't want to be worse. Especially since she had recently become their captain their research club.
She knew that some of her classmates disagreed with her choice of coach. They questioned her position because she was not a real woman, but a virgin. So she had to solve this problem. She didn't want to give them an excuse to undermine her position as a leader, especially since she meant a lot to her. She was a dream come true and proof that she could achieve something in life. After all, she planned to become Minister of Magic in the future, the first female and first Muggle descent
Luck in the misfortune that she wanted to lose her virginity a little differently than some of her female colleagues. They often did it with just anyone and anywhere.
She promised herself that she would lose her virginity differently, in a safe place and with a special boy with whom she was in love. There was only a minor problem. With Harry, they were not a couple. He knew nothing about her intentions, and there was a risk that he would not want to cooperate. However, she had a plan worked out. She had always acted this way, methodically and with iron consistency.
She noticed the book on her bedside table. She put it away. No one could see that she liked a story where two guys compete for one woman.
She wanted to be her, and it looked like the plan will be working. Only two more weeks and the wolves would compete for her, too. That is Harry with Malfoy.
She didn't expect the fight to be too fierce. She considered Malfoy a wimp. Even if he lashes out, her beloved can handle him quickly. She had seen him in action more than once on the football field, during training or duels.
He was her model of an athlete, team captain, and boyfriend. When there was a need to defend the weaker members of his pack, he took the fight to them without hesitation, even against those bigger than himself. In doing so, he was fast, incalculable, and very effective. A true wolf, an alpha male - that's what she thought of him.
She did not yet feel like a wolf female. In her own mind, she was a promising female who had recently been given a leadership role by the pack. But to feel, in their eyes, a true alpha wolf, she needed a rapprochement with him specifically. Once he frees her from the shackles of virginity, she can be assured of her position in the hierarchy of her pack.
That's why, after his victorious battle with Malfoy, she will invite him to the wolf's lair. She will furnish them for the occasion. In the bedroom, a marriage bed, fresh linens, candles and something extra will be waiting for them, a belt from a satin bathrobe on the nightstand. However, he will only be used later, after the initial games, when she will have to subdue her wolf against his will.
She closed her eyes. She summoned the image of her beloved in her mind.
He'll probably be winded and sweaty from the fight. That's a good thing. She loved to inhale his intense scent, which immediately triggered rude thoughts in her mind.
She wondered for a moment if he would immediately pounce on her with ferocious lust, or if he would first want to sniff her carefully, like a newly acquainted wolf bitch. She was ready for either scenario. However, she bet that the beginning of the encounter would be subtle and unhurried.
When they enter the lair, he will look around like a typical wolf and check that the place is safe for their wolf amours. He will note with satisfaction that there is a lock on the door. Only after he twists it and cuts them off from the outside world will he decide on the next step?
He will circle around her slowly, verifying every nuance of her figure and assessing whether she is ready to mate with him. She will feel so vulnerable, weak, unworthy at this point. However, she hoped he would see the transformation in her that had taken place in recent months. He will desire to possess her like a wolf, a bitch.
If he had any doubts, she would start tempting him. Females in heat have their own ways of making the male want to go a step further.
After the initial familiarization, they will indulge in kisses. They will be passionate and soaked. She wasn't sure if she would resist the temptation to force herself greedily into his mouth. However, she will restrain herself so as not to anger her alpha male. He was the one she wanted to let set the pace of events, at least up to a certain point.
Later, they will circle around each other in a flirtatious dance, rubbing their bodies together and inhaling each other's pheromones. This will spur them on to further pranks.
Enjoying the sight of each other, they will shed some of their clothes, or maybe all of them. Personally, she would like to stay in her bra. She was still ashamed of her large breasts. However, she knew he had a weakness for them. Sometimes she would catch him looking at them during a workout. Then, embarrassed, he would quickly lower his gaze. This sight always made her blush. If he wants to look at or touch them, she will breakthrough for him. For him, she will do anything.
She will also want to touch and kiss his body, especially his powerful arms, expansive chest, and athletic belly. She did not plan to lick his cock. That didn't seem to her to be in keeping with her wolf nature.
She didn't rule out the possibility that when he senses heat, she might want to lick a virgin mink once or twice. She wouldn't mind. Before he mating her, she can indulge herself.
In the end, that's all she'll want. His hard member in her virgin mink. She assumed he would then be on the bottom and she on top. This was because of circumstances, but also because of her strong, dominant nature.
She knew that when his taut manhood enters her for the first time., it would hurt, but she hoped it would only be for a while. And once the initial pain subsides, she will focus on pleasuring him with her feminine pussy. Yes, feminine, because then she will already be a woman.
Her narrow, spongy walls will surround his penis with loving care, like the most tender lover. They will rub it, giving a sweet feeling of growing tension. At first lazily, as the movements of her hips with which she will lap him, will be sensuously slow. Back and forth.
However, she supposed that this movement and the feeling of him inside her will quickly excite her. The movements of her hips will speed up. To facilitate her intense dosing of her lover, she will rest her hands on his chest. She will probably lower her head down, out of shame and with the deliberate intention of letting her hair obscure her face and breasts. Her cheeks will flush with a blush of growing excitement. Their hips, increasingly frantic and restless, will move in all directions. She didn't rule out the possibility that her excitement might be so great that she would drive her nails into his chest. She believed he would forgive her. And she, in reciprocation, will with her narrow pussy rub the swollen member faster and faster until it is lost.
She would want him to moan and wriggle with pleasure under her dosed until he shot his seed into her. Her pussy would accept it in its entirety.
And when his wolfish cum says goodbye and comes out of her, she won't resist the temptation. She will reach the threshold of her pussy with her finger, apply a little, and taste it. This will be the taste of her victory and the first food she will take in, already being a real woman.
Then she will lean over him, kiss him on the lips, and cover him with her womanhood so that he can cuddle her in his arms or hate her forever.
During mating, she planned to be protected. She was already taking contraceptive potions. She did not expect a condom. She wanted her beloved to have the full pleasure of this riding, unfettered by any restrictions. She loved him so much and wanted the best for him.
However, if he was going to use a spell, which is highly likely, she would not forbid him. She wanted her responsible wolf to feel safe, too. In that case, she will cast a spell on the hard member. She had practiced this spell before, and it worked well for her. However, this moment always knocked her out of her romantic vision and raised some concerns.
His responsibility entailed certain risks she had to expect. She could not rule out that at the last moment, when they were struggling with the spell, for example, he would want to back off and refuse penetration. Although his cock will be hard and eager for her virgin mink, he will veil himself with concern for her welfare.
For this, there will be no consent from her. He's a real wolf, but she's a future alpha female and can put her best foot forward, too. If she doesn't achieve this with submission, she will take it by force.
She ties him up in advance with a belt from her bathrobe. The bed has a wooden headboard, which will be perfect for this. He will be at her exclusive mercy. And if he would squirm, defend himself, beg her not to do it, she won't listen. She will nab him against his will. She will take advantage and enslave him. This resistance of his would even excite and turn her on even more.
She would then ride him like a mustang. Their bodies would go wild. He would throw his hips left and right, try to throw her off, but she would grasp him with her thighs by his sides and practice this crazy rodeo until she would tame him and make him ejaculate. No one and nothing would stop her.
Then let her bite, growl, curse. She is ready to suffer any consequences.
If he abandons her, it's hard. Her heart will bleed, but she will at least return to her pack as a full-fledged alpha female who has been ripped apart by her beloved.
If he forgives her and they are with each other, she will go crazy with joy. They'll be an alpha couple on the outside, but once the door closes behind them and they're alone, she'll be his faithful and submissive bitch forever.
Hermione sank further and further into her fantasies, and her peach was wet with juices. She would have been most eager to start touching herself now, but she heard the rasp of the lock on the door.
She quickly left the lair and, as befits a good girl, went to greet her friends, who were just returning to the dormitory.
