Taming the Beast
Chapter 11
Awakening Passion
The rapid eye movements soon slowed and ceased. Hermione soon passed from deep to twilight sleep to awakening and she slowly opened her eyes, still blurry. Still awake she closed them and thought to herself: "OK, one night down, a lifetime to go." She opened her eyes and sat up. The dungeon cell was a mess, feathers from the pillow and threads of fabric were everywhere. She looked down at herself and moaned at seeing her body. Her fingernails were thick and clawlike, a dingy brown. Her index fingers were now slightly longer than her middle fingers. A fine growth of hair covered the palms of her hands. Her legs and forearms looked like they had never been shaved. She stumbled over to the mirror and opened her mouth. Her teeth were larger, more pointed, and her eyebrows merged into a broad band of hair over her eyes. She thought that stubble had grown on her face...but then realized that it was the fuzz on her hand. She felt ill and sat down.
"It's time to get dressed," she thought. Time to go on living. She swept the feathers under the bed as well as she could, then went to get her nightgown.....oh shit.....
She had eaten her clothes last night. "Ohhhhh God...."
Well, she hadn't really EATEN her clothes, but she had effectively reduced them to bits of thread and patches of cloth no greater than three inches wide..... This could prove interesting, she thought miserably.
See map of hogwarts at world wide web . angelfire .com /tx5/ worldofmagic /maraudersmap . htm for illustration of our heroine's dilemma-you'll have to tighten the spaces between the dots to bring it up. Hermione is in the southernmost unmarked cell in the dungeons, assuming that north is up
"OK, no problem..riiiight. I'm in the dungeon now annnd my clothes are in the Gryffindor dormitory." It seemed simple enough, just slip around to the spiral staircase, go up six flights of stairs....and dash across the edge of the courtyard in broad daylight and possiblly in full view of the entire student body. On the other hand, she could go up just five flights of stairs, and limit her exposure to the Gryffindor common room. The joker in the deck was Slytherin. She tried to remember how much traffic went between their common room at this time of the day...what time of the day was it anyway? She didn't bring her watch, fearing it might get smashed.
"Let's just do it and pray for the best!!"
Hermione unlocked the door to the cell. It was a combination lock, and she realized that it was a good thing that werewolves didn't have opposable thumbs, she would have been able to get out.
She inspected the door for damage and saw that it was sound. Thank God. Ok...alright...just a peek around the corner...nothing so far.......hop to the door to the staircase....please, please, nobody coming down....OPEN....INSIDE the stairwell!! Hermione's heart was pounding.
She took a deep breath and sped up the stairs, catlike.
She paused at the fourth floor. Maybe....just maybe.....she could sneak into the hospital wing, grab a robe and walk the rest of the way at leisure.
"GO FOR IT!"
She took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
Well...no way she wouldn't be seen if she went through the front entrance, but if she slipped through that spare classroom....
"HEY!!!!!" (OH NO!! SHE'D BEEN SEEN!!)
Hermione doubled back to the stairwell. Bloody hell. Two Gryffindor boys had seen her nude. It had been too fast, had they recognized her?? Well, so much for using the hospital, Damn. She darted up the stairs to the 5th floor, crossed her fingers and opened the door to the courtyard. Nope, nobody coming, and hopefully nobody happens to be looking out the windows. Hermione sprinted to the door of the Gryffindor girls dormitory.
She made it inside, and slipped into the bathroom. She wrapped a spare towel around her body and went to her trunk, grabbed her spare robe, her clothes...and her razor, tweezers, fingernail polish and nail clippers. It was about nine o'clock.
By the time she made herself presentable, everyone was talking about the brown-haired streak. She hadn't been recognized as Hermione Granger by name, but she knew that the possibilities were limited. She met her best friends at Harry's bunk.
"Hermione!!!" Harry, Ron, Ginny, and George embraced her.
"What happened?"
"What was it like?"
"Are you OK?"
Hermione shook her head. "It was horrible....I....I...was conscious of everything It took me about five minutes to change and I can't describe how scary it is, and I was capable of doing anything. I wanted to eat human flesh, and I'm not sure I could have stopped myself even with the wolvesbane." She let out a shuddering sob. "And it's going to happen to me again tonight and Sunday night. And look at me..." She rolled up her sleeves and showed them her hands. "There is only so much I can hide."
"Yes, Hermione, that is all part of the curse," said Lupin. "I'm surprised that you remained sentient throughout the time, that's very rare but a credit to your intellect." He grunted ironically. "Though I'd doubt that you would appreciate it in this case."
"Remus.......I don't know if I can continue like this.." Lupin stroked the girls face. "You can, you can Hermione. It's a horrible burden, but keep reminding yourself that it's only three nights a month. Still, I think it would be wise if we arranged a safe place for your clothing from now on, and make sure that you have an ample supply of raw meat. The primary diet of werewolves is human flesh though, always remember that and take precautions. You'll probably want to exercise a bit more, even though as a wolf you'll metabolize most of it.
The raw meat made all the difference. The transformation itself was still dreadful, but once it was completed, and she had eaten a good portion of the food, she could relax and sleep, with only the occasional pang of lust for HUMAN flesh and blood.
By Sunday night, Hermione was feeling a passion of another sort. As she did Friday night and Saturday night, she excused herself from the table.
"See you tomorrow Hermione," Harry said.
"Brave heart Hermione. I love you," said Ron
"Thanks....I love you t--"...Hermione hugged both, weeping. "Walk down with me...please?" They escorted Hermione down and into her cell. They sat down on her bed
"What time is it?"
"Seven-fifteen"
"OK, we have ten minutes"
Hermione removed her Gryffindor robe and stripped down to her long underwear. A wave of emotion rushed through her again. "I love you two so much. Hold me..." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't WANT to be a wolf!!"
"You were adorable as a cat." She laughed at this. "As a half-kitty I wasn't in the mood to rip your throat out, Ron Weasley! And it didn't hurt that time" Hermione kissed him deeply, staring into his eyes. "But I'm glad you think so."
"Hermione..."
"Harry?"
"It's twenty-four after seven."
She considered this briefly...and spoke rapidly: "OK...OK...I'm not dangerous till my fangs grow in and I taste my own blood on my tongue, but you'd better get ready to move." She looked at her two best friends with a small smile. "Do you want to see me change?"
"We'll stay with you for a bit...."
She drew a deep breath. "All right." She stood up, removed and stored her long underwear and sat down on the edge of her bed holding Ron and Harry's hands in her own. She sniffled, smiling. "It'll all be covered with fur in a few minutes! Harry, Ron, thanks so much for this. And..." She gasped. "It's star--ting!"
Ron and Harry felt her hands tighten around theirs. They saw her skin start to ripple.
Hermione screamed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Her hands begin to lengthen. Fine hairs emerged from her skin and started to multiply
"Better....(ahhg)...let....go..my hands...Har-ry!! Ron!! It....HUUUUURTS!!! H-H-Help me!"
Hermione was gasping. Her eyes were wide. Her body was becoming more muscular. Hermione's jaw cracked as fangs began lengthening and sharpening. Her voice deepened. "AHHHHHHHHHGG....G-GO....Gr-GO NAOW!! RRUNNNNN...AHHHHHRR....GO! PLEASE!!!"
Harry and Ron both kissed her once on the cheek, then left the room, making sure to lock the door.
"BLOODY HELL!!" exclaimed Harry
"Oh, God.....oh my God. T-That's...she's our best friend, Harry!!"
They could still hear Hermione's screams deepening, and the tearing and snapping of elastic and cloth.
Chapter 11
Awakening Passion
The rapid eye movements soon slowed and ceased. Hermione soon passed from deep to twilight sleep to awakening and she slowly opened her eyes, still blurry. Still awake she closed them and thought to herself: "OK, one night down, a lifetime to go." She opened her eyes and sat up. The dungeon cell was a mess, feathers from the pillow and threads of fabric were everywhere. She looked down at herself and moaned at seeing her body. Her fingernails were thick and clawlike, a dingy brown. Her index fingers were now slightly longer than her middle fingers. A fine growth of hair covered the palms of her hands. Her legs and forearms looked like they had never been shaved. She stumbled over to the mirror and opened her mouth. Her teeth were larger, more pointed, and her eyebrows merged into a broad band of hair over her eyes. She thought that stubble had grown on her face...but then realized that it was the fuzz on her hand. She felt ill and sat down.
"It's time to get dressed," she thought. Time to go on living. She swept the feathers under the bed as well as she could, then went to get her nightgown.....oh shit.....
She had eaten her clothes last night. "Ohhhhh God...."
Well, she hadn't really EATEN her clothes, but she had effectively reduced them to bits of thread and patches of cloth no greater than three inches wide..... This could prove interesting, she thought miserably.
See map of hogwarts at world wide web . angelfire .com /tx5/ worldofmagic /maraudersmap . htm for illustration of our heroine's dilemma-you'll have to tighten the spaces between the dots to bring it up. Hermione is in the southernmost unmarked cell in the dungeons, assuming that north is up
"OK, no problem..riiiight. I'm in the dungeon now annnd my clothes are in the Gryffindor dormitory." It seemed simple enough, just slip around to the spiral staircase, go up six flights of stairs....and dash across the edge of the courtyard in broad daylight and possiblly in full view of the entire student body. On the other hand, she could go up just five flights of stairs, and limit her exposure to the Gryffindor common room. The joker in the deck was Slytherin. She tried to remember how much traffic went between their common room at this time of the day...what time of the day was it anyway? She didn't bring her watch, fearing it might get smashed.
"Let's just do it and pray for the best!!"
Hermione unlocked the door to the cell. It was a combination lock, and she realized that it was a good thing that werewolves didn't have opposable thumbs, she would have been able to get out.
She inspected the door for damage and saw that it was sound. Thank God. Ok...alright...just a peek around the corner...nothing so far.......hop to the door to the staircase....please, please, nobody coming down....OPEN....INSIDE the stairwell!! Hermione's heart was pounding.
She took a deep breath and sped up the stairs, catlike.
She paused at the fourth floor. Maybe....just maybe.....she could sneak into the hospital wing, grab a robe and walk the rest of the way at leisure.
"GO FOR IT!"
She took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
Well...no way she wouldn't be seen if she went through the front entrance, but if she slipped through that spare classroom....
"HEY!!!!!" (OH NO!! SHE'D BEEN SEEN!!)
Hermione doubled back to the stairwell. Bloody hell. Two Gryffindor boys had seen her nude. It had been too fast, had they recognized her?? Well, so much for using the hospital, Damn. She darted up the stairs to the 5th floor, crossed her fingers and opened the door to the courtyard. Nope, nobody coming, and hopefully nobody happens to be looking out the windows. Hermione sprinted to the door of the Gryffindor girls dormitory.
She made it inside, and slipped into the bathroom. She wrapped a spare towel around her body and went to her trunk, grabbed her spare robe, her clothes...and her razor, tweezers, fingernail polish and nail clippers. It was about nine o'clock.
By the time she made herself presentable, everyone was talking about the brown-haired streak. She hadn't been recognized as Hermione Granger by name, but she knew that the possibilities were limited. She met her best friends at Harry's bunk.
"Hermione!!!" Harry, Ron, Ginny, and George embraced her.
"What happened?"
"What was it like?"
"Are you OK?"
Hermione shook her head. "It was horrible....I....I...was conscious of everything It took me about five minutes to change and I can't describe how scary it is, and I was capable of doing anything. I wanted to eat human flesh, and I'm not sure I could have stopped myself even with the wolvesbane." She let out a shuddering sob. "And it's going to happen to me again tonight and Sunday night. And look at me..." She rolled up her sleeves and showed them her hands. "There is only so much I can hide."
"Yes, Hermione, that is all part of the curse," said Lupin. "I'm surprised that you remained sentient throughout the time, that's very rare but a credit to your intellect." He grunted ironically. "Though I'd doubt that you would appreciate it in this case."
"Remus.......I don't know if I can continue like this.." Lupin stroked the girls face. "You can, you can Hermione. It's a horrible burden, but keep reminding yourself that it's only three nights a month. Still, I think it would be wise if we arranged a safe place for your clothing from now on, and make sure that you have an ample supply of raw meat. The primary diet of werewolves is human flesh though, always remember that and take precautions. You'll probably want to exercise a bit more, even though as a wolf you'll metabolize most of it.
The raw meat made all the difference. The transformation itself was still dreadful, but once it was completed, and she had eaten a good portion of the food, she could relax and sleep, with only the occasional pang of lust for HUMAN flesh and blood.
By Sunday night, Hermione was feeling a passion of another sort. As she did Friday night and Saturday night, she excused herself from the table.
"See you tomorrow Hermione," Harry said.
"Brave heart Hermione. I love you," said Ron
"Thanks....I love you t--"...Hermione hugged both, weeping. "Walk down with me...please?" They escorted Hermione down and into her cell. They sat down on her bed
"What time is it?"
"Seven-fifteen"
"OK, we have ten minutes"
Hermione removed her Gryffindor robe and stripped down to her long underwear. A wave of emotion rushed through her again. "I love you two so much. Hold me..." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't WANT to be a wolf!!"
"You were adorable as a cat." She laughed at this. "As a half-kitty I wasn't in the mood to rip your throat out, Ron Weasley! And it didn't hurt that time" Hermione kissed him deeply, staring into his eyes. "But I'm glad you think so."
"Hermione..."
"Harry?"
"It's twenty-four after seven."
She considered this briefly...and spoke rapidly: "OK...OK...I'm not dangerous till my fangs grow in and I taste my own blood on my tongue, but you'd better get ready to move." She looked at her two best friends with a small smile. "Do you want to see me change?"
"We'll stay with you for a bit...."
She drew a deep breath. "All right." She stood up, removed and stored her long underwear and sat down on the edge of her bed holding Ron and Harry's hands in her own. She sniffled, smiling. "It'll all be covered with fur in a few minutes! Harry, Ron, thanks so much for this. And..." She gasped. "It's star--ting!"
Ron and Harry felt her hands tighten around theirs. They saw her skin start to ripple.
Hermione screamed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Her hands begin to lengthen. Fine hairs emerged from her skin and started to multiply
"Better....(ahhg)...let....go..my hands...Har-ry!! Ron!! It....HUUUUURTS!!! H-H-Help me!"
Hermione was gasping. Her eyes were wide. Her body was becoming more muscular. Hermione's jaw cracked as fangs began lengthening and sharpening. Her voice deepened. "AHHHHHHHHHGG....G-GO....Gr-GO NAOW!! RRUNNNNN...AHHHHHRR....GO! PLEASE!!!"
Harry and Ron both kissed her once on the cheek, then left the room, making sure to lock the door.
"BLOODY HELL!!" exclaimed Harry
"Oh, God.....oh my God. T-That's...she's our best friend, Harry!!"
They could still hear Hermione's screams deepening, and the tearing and snapping of elastic and cloth.