Beautifully Deranged

Beautifully Deranged

Warning: If you don’t like werewolf/wolf sex I suggest you skip this chapter.

Chapter 10

“I know, Pup, I know. You don’t have to say it again.” Fenrir said, exasperated with Harry’s perkiness over the subject.

Harry smile didn’t falter, but actually continued to widen. He threw the paper down on the bedside table. Albus Dumbledore’s shocked and horrified face looking inside a box on the cover.

“I know! I just can’t believe that Colin Creevey managed to take that photo of him.” Harry said happily. He had really wanted to see the old man’s reaction, and luckily for him, Colin had his camera at the ready when Dumbledore opened his present. Colin had then got hold of the Daily Prophet and made quite a few galleons for selling a front page picture. No one had ever managed to snap a picture of the Headmaster other than when he was smiling or thoughtful.

“Oh, I am definitely framing this.” Harry said. He immediately pulled out his wand and transfigured a piece of parchment into shiny black picture frame and put it on a spare nail in the wall. After doing so he was immediately infolded in strong arms from behind.

“You know, you really shouldn’t put another man’s portrait on the wall.” Fenrir growled into his year. “I might get jealous.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, even if the man behind him couldn’t see it. Him and the headmaster? That was just…eww. Well, two could play at that game.

“Well, you know. Gryffindor just had to win the house cup every year, and everyone was counting on the boy-who-lived to win it for them.”

Fenrir’s lips twitched as if trying not to smile.

“Is that so?”

Harry nodded his head. “Yup. I mean really, who just awards Gryffindor all the house points on the last day of term. There just had to be something going on for him to award a generous amount of house points. At the end of every year without fail I was always alone with the headmaster for a ‘private talk.’” Harry quoted with his fingers trying to maintain a straight face. “Everyone always just assumed we were talking about the adventures I had been on. Instead we were having hot, wild, raunchy, animal sex all the time. You know, he really was a horny old geezer.”

Harry kept the straight face for about five whole seconds before he busted into laughter. The look on Fenrir’s face was absolutely comical.

“That’s really gross, Pup. I won’t be able to get it up with that visual in my mind.” Fenrir said with a scrunched up nose.

That only made Harry laugh harder. “It’s your own fault. You’re the one who implied it with that comment of yours. I only thought you deserved a visual. Besides, you could get it up no matter what. You look at the bed, your hard. A discarded button, your hard. Believe me, you’ll be fine in a moment or two.” And it was true. Fenrir was always horny, just about anything could turn him on.

Fenrir looked out the window, the sun was setting. “It’s almost time, Pup.”

That sobered Harry up immediately, and they both headed outside into the woods where they could run freely in the night. Fenrir undressed, there was no point in ripping a good set of clothes when transforming. He watched Harry transform into a black colored wolf. The bright green eyes looked up at him.

“Don’t you get yourself into to much trouble now.” Fenrir said as the moon began to appear.

Fenrir crouched in pain as his hands began more clawed and hair began to sprout out. His already fanged teeth began to elongate even more and bones began to snap and remake themselves. Five minutes later an impressive silver werewolf was panting in fatigue, laying in the grass.

Golden eyes looked up when he smelled another wolf approaching. The werewolf faintly recognized the sight and smell, but couldn’t really recall the beauty before him. The black wolf was obviously young, but it was not a normal wolf, nor werewolf.

The black wolf slowly approached the huge silver werewolf until he was standing right before the silver wolf. He looked down and licked Fenrir’s muzzle in a comforting gesture. He knew it had to hurt to change like that, bones snapping, skin changing. Harry’s own transformation was instantaneous and was only slightly uncomfortable, but Fenrir’s was downright horrible, being a curse and all.

That was how the first werewolf started. Back in the early 1300s a witch had walked into her home after returning from her parents house, they had caught the dragon pox and she was staying with them until they got better. She stayed with her parents until they were well, which resulted in her staying there for two months time. She had left her husband saying she would be back when they were well. She didn’t give him warning when she came back, wanting it to be a surprise.

Her husband unknowing of his wife’s pending arrival often brought his mistress over, he had been seeing the woman for quite some time and his wife’s departure had only made things easier on him. He no longer had to sneak off to his lover’s house and could stay at home while she came to him.

Needless to say, when the wife came home and found her husband with another woman, she completely flipped out. In her spare time, she had often crafted spells, most she never used as she would never need them, but she still liked make them. While the two were sleeping from their ‘activities’ she mumbled a few words at them, they never knew what hit them.

The man and woman in the bed never knew what they were hit by as they were sleeping, but they did find the wife’s body the next morning along with a note. ‘You’ll get what’s coming to you.’ She had taken her own life and had never written down what spell she had made. It wasn’t until the full moon did her meaning come clear. The man and woman had turned into wolves on the full moon and attacked the local village nearby. They were killed, but only after killing 7 people, and infecting 5. This process kept on going until even now.

The wife had made a curse to punish her husband and his whore, and now over 9,000 people were currently infected with the curse. No one knows a counter potion, or spell, or even the original curse.

That is the reason for werewolf transformation being very painful, unlike that of the animagus transformation. The curse was meant to punish, it was meant to be very painful and to hurt others the way the wife had been hurt.

Harry continued to lick the bigger wolf’s muzzle, trying to comfort the beast in anyway possible. Fenrir attentively began to shift to get a better smell of the wolf, standing up and circling the wolf to see him at every possible angle. Fenrir leaned down and licked the small wolf’s muzzle, just once in approval.

Harry yipped happily and began to turn in circles as if to say ‘let’s play,’ and took off through the woods, running as fast as he could. Fenrir howled and took off after the little monster.

If the attractive little pup wanted to play, who was he to dissuade him?

Harry marked a few trees to throw his scent all around. He knew Fenrir was chasing him, he wouldn’t allow the bigger wolf to catch him so easily. He couldn’t compete with Fenrir’s speed, but he could throw him off his trail. Who knew predator and prey could be so much fun?

Fenrir had a bit of trouble finding the pup. Every time he thought he had the pup he ran across another marked tree. It was frustrating to no end. He wanted the beautiful pup, but the little squirt just kept getting away. It was frustrating him to no end.

Eventually though, the play had to come to end, he spotted the pup marking a tree up ahead. He silently made his way over ready to pounce.

Harry smelt Fenrir before he heard him, he prepared to dash but it was already to late.

Fenrir knocked the younger wolf onto his back and stood over him growling.

Harry knew better than to get up. He could never take on the powerful werewolf in a fight and was quick to whimper and show his neck in submissiveness.

Fenrir nuzzled the neck presented to him and nudged the wolf to flip over, which the young pup quickly did. The werewolf was very pleased about the total submissiveness the pup showed. He couldn’t control himself when the pup was so delectable.

He made quick work of mounting the small wolf on the forest floor. Harry clenched his eyes shut. This was all knew to him. This was the first time the werewolf had ever did anything to him. Hell, it was the first time he had done anything in his wolf form either.

It was odd, he decided, to have a massive werewolf on his back. It was rough, there was nothing to describe it other than animalistic, as they were both animals.

The massive werewolf took the time to stop before pounding to quickly into the smaller wolf. The younger wolf finally whimpered, so he knew when it was time to go. He began to thrust in with a wild vigor, at a pace no human could ever hope to match. He took care not to add to much weight onto the small wolf, though it was hard to do. The wolf under him continued to whimper and Fenrir nuzzled the neck and slowed down just a tad.

Apparently wolves had much more stamina than humans as well as neither came for over an hour. Fenrir came first and got off the younger wolf’s back as soon as he could. Upon looking at the younger pup he noticed him rubbing himself against the ground, trying to find release. He growled at the wolf which had him back on his back showing off his neck in a second. Fenrir went over and licked the young wolf’s prick that was dripping already with need.

Fenrir’s tongue was hard, long, and rough in this form which made the feel of it sooo much better than the average tongue. Soon enough Harry let out a long satisfied howl as he finally came. Fenrir made sure to lick the other wolf clean after that, bathing him from head to toe. Needless to say, Harry enjoyed the attention as Fenrir cleaned him like a baby. After he was done they both got up and walked off, both now eager for a little game of hunt.

By the time the sun began to come up a deer, 3 rabbits, and a possum all laid dead at their feet. Harry had quickly caught on how to hunt after watching Fenrir take down the deer. He was rather impressed with the rabbit and possum he had caught.

Fenrir finally changed back and lay crumpled on the ground with Harry hovering over him.

“You alright.” Harry asked.

Fenrir nodded. “What happened?” He only ever remembered bits and pieces of what went on when he was a wolf, just like the wolf only remembered little about his human form.

Harry grinned. “We played, had some sex, and then you took me hunting.” Harry said as he pointed over to the dead animals.

Fenrir looked over and grinned. “Sounds like we had some fun then. I did all my favorite things. Fucked you and killed something.” Fenrir pulled Harry down so he sat on his stomach. “Only problem is I don’t remember it.”

Harry smirked and pushed his bum down just a tad so it was hitting the other man’s arousal. “Then I’ll just have to fix that.” Harry said as he rolled his hips to make a pleasurable friction between the two.

Fenrir rolled them over so he was on top. “No, I’ll fix it.” He said as he plunged to saliva soaked fingers into the boy under him.

Harry’s eyes rolled up into his head. “I love it when you do that.” Harry gasped out, instantly hard as the man fucked his ass with his fingers.

Fenrir grinned wolfishly, “I know.”

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There you go. The scene I promised you. And since some of you asked no I will not kill off Fred and George. I don’t think I could ever kill them, they are so loveable, I just couldn’t go through with killing them. And people are asking not to have Fenrir get rid of Harry as he is getting to old and I can only say this.

This story will cut off before that would happen. I honestly can’t picture them staying together, but it will be left up to your imagination. I might make a sequel later, but I’m not sure because if I do it won’t be for a long while. If I do make one though they will not be together. Fenrir likes them younger despite Harry being beautiful. Though, I think you could guess who I would make the sequel pairing with *looks at everyone’s favorite Dark Lord.* But like I said I don’t know if I will end up making a sequel, if I do it won’t be for a long while.

I’d like to thank reviewers:

Frozenrose, narca, shadowama, Honebar, momoko, Kris Malfoy, Jaden, POOHBEAR, BullKitty, celestialuna, Zuka, BRM, Varjo, Vampirezdarkgurl, hell_on_earth, SkipToYourDoom, Shinji, Anon, kyuubifreak, Allaye Riddle, Amiyom, and reflections_of_fear.

You guys are all amazing. Once again I am so sorry for killing off Sirius and Severus. Snape happens to be my number one most favorite character in all of the books so I hate killing him off as he is my fav. Sirius is also one I really like, but Harry barely knew him and I thought he had to kill him in a way to show total loyalty to the dark.

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