Cursed Wolf II

Warning: Hermione is having her period and has sex. Some people may find it gross.

Chapter 11 Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot

Hermione tied her shirt in front and proceed to rock and rotate her hips. She had a hard time not looking into his eyes. She wanted to be bit seductive and teasing just to see what Harry would do. Hermione was smiling at Harry who was barely moving, so she grabbed his hips and pulled them to hers making him rock side to side. He jumped back in surprise.

Her heart fell, filled with a terrible pain and all she could say was,
“Prude.” She turned and started dancing with another boy who was very willing to dance the suggestive dance with her.

A moment later Harry was tapping her on the shoulder. She glanced at him and he was trying to keep the beat as he bobbed up and down. She changed her sexy dancing to match Harry’s keeping the beat bobbing but put his hands on her hips and her hands on his shoulders. But the music, the alcohol and the wanting to be with Harry got to be too much and her hips started to gyrate and hands went around his neck.

He jolted her away from him whispering, “Stop it Hermione.”

She opened her eyes to see him looking at her with an unhappy look on his face.

“Fine.” Hermione sneered. She took a few steps and got a jabbing pain in her side making her seize her side.

Harry was next to her, “Are you all right? Are you going to be sick?”

“No. Cramp.” Hermione told him, feeling an ache inside her.

“Do you need any…?”

“No. I think I need to go to the bathroom.” Hermione said.

Hermione found herself in front of the bathroom with Cedric in front of her. He leaned in on her and she could smell the beer and shots on his breath as he spoke. “Hermione you’re looking fit tonight. You know I really wanted to shag you something awful. Why don’t we give it a go in the bathroom? I’d love to fuck you.”

“Where’s Lavender?” Hermione asked, looking at him. He was still very good looking but she saw the ‘fuck her till someone hotter comes along’ thing about him now.

“She passed out in one of the bedrooms,” Cedric said.

“Why not shag her?”

“I did. Twice today.” Cedric said, sounding very proud of himself.

The bathroom door opened and Terry came out.

“Hey, where’s Kat?” Hermione wondered aloud.

Cedric walked into the bathroom.

“She went downstairs, she wanted to get some air. There’s a big snow storm on its way tonight. How long are you going to stay?”

“I don’t know a little while longer.” Hermione said.

“We’ll be back in a bit.” Terry told her and walked towards the stairs.

Just then Hermione remembered she hadn’t called her parents to wish them a happy New Year. She speed dialed her mother and got dropped into her voice mail,
“Hi Mom, Dad, I just called to say Happy New Year. Hope you guys are having fun and Dad’s not doing anything to dangerous on his skis. Talk to you later, love you.” Hermione saw that the battery was getting low, so she switched off her phone and put it into her purse.

A few minutes later Cedric opened the door and stumbled out.

Hermione got into the bathroom and pulled down her knickers. The shield was stained and as she peed, the tampon slid out and fell into the toilet. Hermione took the plunger handle and got the tampon out of the toilet, wrapped it up and put it in the basket. She was wiping herself when Cedric barged in.

“Hermione! Come on, let’s have a go at it shall we?” Cedric posed.

For a split second Hermione thought about it, and then thought better and pulled her knickers up. Cedric was pulling little Cedric out while he asked her to suck on it. For some reason she got the giggles and said, “No thanks, Cedric,” and left him there, holding his penis in his hand.

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With no feminine protection for the rest of the night, Hermione decided to leave sooner than later. She poured herself another drink of wine and started to the search for her things.

She found her shoes under the poker table, her stockings were nowhere to be found, most likely having become trophies for the lads. She went to the other poker table and looked on the chair and on the floor but no vest appeared.

She looked around for Harry. She found him in the kitchen with the soccer team who were trying to open the keg?of beer. They hoisted the container on their shoulders, ceremoniously.

“Harry have you seen my vest?” Hermione asked him.

“Sorry no. I forgot about it.” Harry admitted.

“I can’t find it,” she told him.

The soccer players were making their way out of the room behind Harry and Hermione. Hermione heard one of the soccer players say, “Oh no,” and suddenly beer was splashing over both Harry's and Hermione's backs and shoulders.

Hermione was on the floor slipping and sliding. Harry was on all fours trying to get up.
Hermione crawled to the doorway and got up and ran to the bathroom to get towels for herself and Harry. When she came back, Harry was still on all fours.

“Harry, are you alright?” Hermione asked him.

“Yeh, my glasses - do you see them?”

She put a towel around him. Hermione found the glasses under the kitchen table. She cleaned them off and gave them back to him. Both of them were drenched.

This was the sign Hermione thought - to leave the party. She dried her hair as best she could and got her coat on. Hermione bumped into Terry as she left the party.

“Who’s walking you home?” Terry asked.

“No one, I’m fine,” she started down the stairs. “See you in the morning,” she called out at the front door.

Hermione carefully walked down the icy stairs and strolled onto the sidewalk in the cold night sensing she was being watched and thinking she heard scuffing footsteps. She stopped twice and glanced around to see if she could spot anyone, but saw nothing.

Again she started her walk picking up the pace halfway down the street.

Hermione heard a pitter-patter of running feet in the snow and she turned with alarm.

Harry stopped just a few feet away saying, “What are you doing?”

“Walking home. Why?” Hermione asked.

“Someone should be walking you home,” Harry told her.

“Why? I’m a big girl now I think I can take care of myself.” Hermione insisted.

“Just the same, let me walk you home,” Harry insisted.

They walked in the cold, smelling of beer.

Harry did a cleaning spell on the both of them when he felt no one was around.


They heard the clock strike one as they going through the campus. Hermione was feeling giddy and started dancing in the parking lot between the buildings of the dorms. She went up to Harry and wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him on the lips, but he pulled back, a suspicious expression on his face.

“Can’t I kiss you Harry?”

“Why do you want to?”

“It’s New Years, Harry,” she said, throwing her arms up in the air in a cheer-like motion.

“We welcomed it in an hour ago,” Harry reminded her.

“So? Let’s welcome it again,” she said, placing her hands on his chest and then letting them fall.

“I know you like me.” she stated.

“I do, Hermione,” Harry confessed.

“Then why don’t you kiss me then? I flirted with half the guys at the party... but I’ve been nearly throwing my self at you and... nothing.”

She started to walk away into the wooded area talking to herself, “I promised never to do it again... sex isn’t love, and then she turned and looked at Harry, “and yet here I am wanting and not getting, offering with no strings, asking for no promises. Giving myself to you but your not taking me. ”

“Hermione what are you talking about?” Harry asked, walking toward.

“Here it is... If you like me why not kiss me ... why don’t you take me home with you?” Her heart was beating against her chest now as she trembled.

“You’re drunk,” Harry said in an upset tone.

“And cold sober I’d be doing the same. Wanting to get into bed with you.” Hermione said, searching his face for something.

“What for? I can’t touch you - you’re MY student. I can’t afford a romp in bed one night just for fun. You want me to get fired and kill any teaching career I built,” Harry hissed at her.

“Just a kiss than... I promise not to tell a soul,” she requested - or was she pleading? - she wanted to be with him so much it physically hurt. A kiss was something from him she could have that was just hers.

“What would a kiss from me mean to you?” he posed.

“A kiss,” she said nonchalantly or at least she tried, attempting to breathe normally.

“That’s all?” he asked.

“I’m not asking for a promise … strings attached. I just want a kiss,” she explained.

“If it means nothing why want it?” Harry questioned her.

“It wouldn’t mean anything,’ she said shaking her head…

“What would it mean?” he stepped toward her, “To you?” he demanded.

Why was this so hard? Most boys would have been kissing her hours ago and have her on her back in some dorm room fucking her, telling her what she wanted to hear. Here she was being honest with him, no lies.

“It would mean a lot to me,” Hermione said, her heart doing all the talking as it was pounding even harder and faster in her chest. Harry’s face went from curious to pleased and his lips sprouted a smile. He breathed in deeply and out, a pant. She saw his satisfied look on his face and took his lips with hers.

For a moment, he didn’t kiss back and then next his lips pressed down on hers. For a split second they broke away then he pulled her back. “What would you do for me? What would you give up? Sacrifice?” she heard his voice in her head as he kissed her. And an echo of ‘we’re friends - we’ve changed over the years I’ve moved on. ”’

“What would you want?” Hermione’s mind wondered.

“No more boyfriends. Only my arms, my lips, my bed. ONLY ME from now on!” Harry said sternly in her mind.

“Only you, Harry, only you,” she answered out loud and then her mind went blank and melted away in a warm wet kiss.

He pulled her off the path into the woods while still kissing her. The next moment they were kissing passionately up against a large tree. Hermione felt a wave through her, an explosion in her knickers as her knees got weak and one bent in reflex. Hermione unbuttoned her coat and slid Harry’s cool hand under her top. He pulled up her skirt and her knickers fell as he tore one side off. His fingers unbuttoned her blouse and he undid her bra. Harry unbuttoned his shirt and undid his pants and let them fall to the snowy ground. Hermione’s skirt was undone and it too fell to the snow pile.

They were both half-naked, everything undone so flesh could touch flesh. In the shadows of the small wooded area Harry’s long coat covered and hid them from the many people walking by.

Hermione was eager to have him inside her. He felt so wonderful to touch and when he touched her, it was like magic. Each stroke, caress and kiss was as if he was worshipping her.

Harry pulled her leg around his waist and sunk himself in to her wet core. They both shuddered at the intensity. He filled the emptiness inside in her body and soul. Hermione was kissing his mouth, then moved to his chin. She felt something on her cheek. She opened her eyes to see a shiny line going down Harry’s cheek. She kissed the trail the tear made from his jaw to his nose, removed his glasses and kissed one eye and then other one, catching a tear that hadn’t fallen and a stifled moan or cry caught in Harry’s throat. She placed his glasses carefully back on his face. Fastening the bows of his glasses behind his ears, drawing her hands on his jaw, pulling him back to her lips.

Harry kissed her mouth, down her neck, down to her cleavage, letting himself separate from her. Hermione let out a cry of protest as he left her body. He kissed her belly and he lingered between her legs for a long moment. Hermione heard him breathe her scent in several times. And then he slid up her body like a snake. His member slid back inside of her easily.

He grabbed her hands and intertwine their fingers together, squeezing them with each thrust, now starting slowly and then working up to a fast rhythm. They looked in to each other’s half-lidded eyes. They came together with very loud moans and high pitch cries. They stayed joined until a few people were looking around wondering what the noises were.

They got dressed quickly minus Hermione’s panties which they threw away in the bin due to the bloodstain caused by her having her period and Harry making them resemble
a rag. Harry sacrificed his underwear to clean off Hermione’s legs as his seed and her fluids were running down her legs, as well to wipe his member, which was erect again and wanting more. He threw his underpants in the rubbish bin too.

Harry put his arm around Hermione to help her walk; she had shaky legs and was unsteady in the high heels she was wearing. Harry led her to the middle of campus. He leaned her up against the wall and started kissing her wildly. His hands roamed freely over her body over her clothes and under them. It wasn’t long until Harry undid his pants and once more was penetrating Hermione’s body. Everything went a little fuzzy for Hermione after that but was wonderful. Harry thrust into her slowly and she reached out and grabbed his hair and pulled him to her lips. Each thrust sent waves through her. He was taking his pleasure with her until they were interrupted by the sounds of people walking home from the New Year parties. Again they had to separate and continue their walk.

Hermione found herself being guided to the other side of campus. Harry was walking faster then she was and nearly dragging her in to an apartment building, up two flights of stairs and down a hallway lit with ugly cold fluorescent lights.

A door opened and lights were flicked on. The warm lights showed she was in a small living room with a telly, couch, small table, and an over-stuffed chair. They walked in and Harry shut the door, took off his coat and then took Hermione’s. He closed the window shades and walked Hermione through the dining room then the bedroom, where he switched on the bedside light and turned to Hermione.
“The bathroom is there,” he pointed to the door, “if you need to go.”
Hermione looked around, she was trembling but not from fear or at least she didn’t think it was fear.

Harry put his arms around her.
“You’re not nervous are you?” he asked, kissing her neck. She felt her blood pump and her body come alive again.

“No.” she answered.

“Good,” he said gently and then chuckled a little taking a step back, pulling at his shirt, unbuttoning it he looked in to her eyes.

Harry took a step towards her and looked like he wanted to ask her something, and then he looked nervous as if he had done something terribly wrong but shook it off.

Harry started to take off his shirt.

“Wait. I have to go,” she said, pointing to the bathroom and walked to the door and turned on the light. She sat down on the toilet. Having drunk a few glasses of champagne and having had sex she badly had to pee. She wiped herself and noticed she was still spotting a bit.
Hermione looked in the mirror and saw her mascara had smudged so that she looked like a raccoon. Hermione noticed a jar of thick moisturizer on the sink and used it like make-up remover and fixed her face. She pulled her brush from her bag and brushed her hair.

Hermione looked at herself not believing she was in Harry’s flat. There was a scratch at the door and Hermione saw Harry’s face in the mirror peeking in.
“Everything all right?” he asked, opening the door a little wider.

She turned to him, leaning up against the sink, and said hesitantly,
“Eh, I’m still having…my time.”

Harry nodded his head and smiled happily. “I know. I’ll get a towel.”

Hermione put her brush back in the bag and walked in to the bedroom.

The lights were off and Harry had lit some candles around the room. As he was lighting the last of the candles on the dresser he was naked and erect.

Harry smiled and held his hand toward her. Hermione’s legs were pulled toward him as her arm floated up in the air, her hand seeking his. When their fingers made contact, Harry pulled her to him and grabbed around her waist as though she might fall away from him at any moment. His lips sweetly touched hers in a long kiss. His hands undressed her with great speed though gently. He needed to feel her skin. Harry’s hand caressed her flesh as his eyes gazed at her body.

He climbed on to the bed, tugging her on playfully. His lips kissed hers again and soon his tongue was searching for an entrance. And when she opened her lips to his mouth, he gripped her hair in his fist urging her to let him have her totally. She gave in to him and following moments were a dream as her head hit the pillow.

Harry’s member found her entrance as he slid inside of her and he let out a loud moan.
He glided in and out of her easily, picking up speed. Harry plunged in to her again and again as Hermione whispered, “Yes, yes. Go deeper, go deeper.” Harry fling her leg over his shoulder and drove himself into her again and again, grunting and moaning with the exertion and excitement.

Harry pulled the other leg over his shoulder and drove even farther inside Hermione than anyone ever had. Her mind was spinning as her body followed his rhythm. Hermione just let it all happen. Harry thrust inside of her like a man possessed. He pulled down one leg and plunged inside her over and over. She had left leg over his left shoulder and somehow right leg around his right thigh, so their bodies
criss-crossed, pinning her to the bed and they both climaxed and came at the same time.

They were both sweating heavily Harry slid out of her and they lay side by side. Hermione never feel so satisfied sexually in her life.
Harry pulled the covers over them and wrapped his arm around Hermione’s waist and all she could think of was how wonderful it was to be with him and she just wanted to savour this moment as she drifted off sleep.

Her dreams however were not so lovely. Visions of Harry regretting them having sex came to mind. “We are over; we are just friends now,” and when she tries to tell him she is in love with him, he turns to her and said, “How many sympathy fucks do you want?”

Hermione woke to a warm bed. Her thoughts were hazy as the night of dreams and reality blurred together making her feel confused. She closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep thinking ‘Let me wake up before him, let me wake up before so I can go before he tells me to leave,’ her tears rolling onto the pillow.

Hermione woke up again. The room was still dark and she looked around for a clock, but found none.

She slid out of the bed silently, feeling her legs glued to the sheets. Hermione grabbed her bra, blouse and skirt and tip-toed into the bathroom and flicked on the light after closing the door.

She gasped at the sight of her legs. Blood and semen were dried up on her skin. Hermione spied a washcloth, grabbed it and washed her legs as she used the toilet and dressed as well.

Hermione clicked off the light and opened the door. She looked around for her shoes and squeezed her swollen feet back in them.

She heard Harry move in the bed. His hand slid across the bed to where she was sleeping a few minutes ago. There was dark stains were she had slept. She would have cleaned them if she had her wand or knew where Harry’s was.

Hermione tip-toed out of the bedroom to the living room. The shades were closed letting in very little light but she managed to find her coat and gather her thoughts. She wasn’t exactly sure where Harry’s flat was or how long it would take her to get home or which direction it was. It wasn’t going to be an easy walk home with her shoe hurting her and she still felt dazed with alcohol. She’d call a cab but she had no real money with her.
Putting on her coat, she made her way to the front door and slowly unlocked it with a squeak and a light clunk. She leaned up against the door, slowly turned the doorknob and had opened the door half-way when it slammed shut due to Harry’s hand.

A dim light come on near the door.
“Hermione what are doing?” he asked.

“I’m going home.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said in a fierce voice.
His tone frightened her for a moment and she turned to look at him. His eyes seem to almost glow in the dim light and his breathing was ragged. He looked wild.

She went for the doorknob again but his hand covered hers.

Harry’s stare was like a beast. She pressed herself against the door wondering if he was going to attack her.

“I want to go home,” she said again, her voice trembling.

“I can’t let you go home,” he told her. “It’s not even four in the morning and it’s freezing outside. There’s a blizzard going on and I’m not about to let you go in that storm.”

“I’ll be fine; it’s just snow,” she said turning her back to him.

“And wind. You’ll freeze to death just wearing these clothes,” he said as he ran his hand over her skirt, sliding his warm hand onto her thigh and up to her bare hips,
“This skirt is so light, it’s no protection at all,” his hands sliding to her curly hairs covering her mound between her legs. It made her gasp and wanting more as waves started to move through her body at his touch.

Hermione found herself up against the door for a moment, Harry’s body pressing trapping her there for instant, as he kissed her neck and then tugged her hips away from the door.

Hermione could feel Harry’s erection on her buttocks as he lifted her skirt. He was at sliding between her folds, to her entrance one second and entering her the next saying,
“I don’t want to hurt you but I want you to remember it all.” He was sliding inside of her, his chest bent down to meet her back. Hermione’s hands were pressing against the door as though she was keeping it in place her arms stretched out straight. Harry’s arms entwined around her arms and his hands were place over hers. “Even the pain,” he whispered regretfully. His hair on his arms seemed longer and more dense. She heard him inhale her as Harry slid into her again saying,
“The first time we did this it hurt you as it will again when you remember.”

Like some force in him, Harry started to plunge in to her again and again, over and over. He was like an animal pounding into her. Hermione could feel his lips and mouth on her throat kissing and lightly gently biting at her neck and shoulders.

She felt his tension build and the head of his penis grow inside of her. He drove himself deep inside her and stopped. Harry unwound one arm and his fingers searched her folds and her clitoris and ever so gently touched around it, lightly pressing at the right spots arousing her until he caressed the bud and, closing her eyes, she came with a shudder, convulsing violently. Her moans were loud as wave after wave felt like electricity going through her. Her orgasm made her dizzy and slowly drained Hermione of all thoughts and energy.

Harry slid out of her, then pulled off her coat as Hermione stood there slumped against the wall, her back to him. He kissed her neck and started to unbutton her blouse.
Harry breathed in her ear, “Do you remember our agreement?”

Hermione got nervous for a moment, ‘No promises. No strings. Just a kiss. It was just supposed to be a kiss ,’ he continued.

“I remember,” she murmured, not wanting to remember it just then. All she wanted was to be with him and not think about tomorrow and how horrible and foolish she’d feel. She’d have to live with the secret of a one-night stand and be satisfied by it for a long long time.

“Memories are tricky things, what we remember as a child we might see differently as an adult. We’ll talk about it more in the morning,” he said and he pulled her into a tight embrace, “You’ll remember it all in the morning,” and suddenly he had his wand in his hand pointing it at Hermione’s temple,
“Recordatio reparo,” he said and she closed her eyes as her head vibrated.


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