Cursed Wolf II

Sorry it took so long to post..

Chapter 12 New Beginning

The green of the leaves glowed as the sunshine lit them in the forest. The smell of the rain that fell that morning was still in the air. Hermione looked here and there to find some hint of her grandmother’s house or the wall that surrounded it.

Hermione was in tears lost in the forest. She heard someone behind her and turned. A young boy about her age was gazing at her, smiling.

“Hello,” he breathed out, “why are you crying? Are you lost?”

Hermione nodded.

He walked up to her and slid his hand into hers and said, “I’ll show you the way home.” He gently pulled her down a path and within a few minutes they were at the gate.

“You’ve lovely. Do you want to play a game?” the young boy asked.

“All right,” Hermione answered.

“Ok, you run as fast as you can and I’ll try to catch you,” He said as his green eyes twinkled.

Hermione smiled at him and nodded. She sprinted off and in a matter of moments his hand was on her shoulder tagging her.

He turned and was gone the next moment. Hermione looked for him and then shouted out in frustration,
“Boy? I give up. Where are you?” and the next second he was next to her.

“What’s your name?” Hermione asked.

“Harry. Harry Potter,” he said smiling.

“I’m Hermione Granger,” she told him.

“Yes, I know. I think I heard your mother calling for you,” he admitted and again took her hand, “I had better get you home now and you can tell them you got lost for a while and I found you.”

He walked her home and for weeks after they played in the woods and Harry showed her magic. He wanted to show her where the fairies lived. Harry told her he loved her and wanted her to stay with him and when they were old enough to get married. He asked her to come and live with him in his village and when she said yes he brought her to his village.

The adults went mad and shouted at Harry and her. They picked her up and carried her to a spot in the center of the village while Harry cried out for her and shouted,
“She wants to stay, she’s mine.” They apparated to her grandmother’s house and erased her memory of Harry and all he showed her.

She remembered when she met Harry again and the weeks that followed of spell- casting and potion making … and running. Running for her chance for her freedom. Running home, but to the wrong home. She regretted making it to her grandmother’s house as soon as she got there, but she thought she wasn’t ready to go to leave her parents and her the life she knew. It was too much to sacrifice.

Hermione remembered running out of the house, getting the wolf to follow her. She was tired of running and tripped over the large root of a tree. The wolf was behind her. He tore off her knickers and invaded her body, forcing himself inside her. It felt like a knife entering her body and when she tried to move it got worse.

Hermione woke up on her belly and still couldn’t move. The pain was greater than she remembered and she cried out in agony.

Harry was at the edge of the bed sweating and panting.
“Do you remember our agreement from last night?,” he asked her in a heated tone.

“Yes, please stop the pain, Harry, please!”

“Tell me what we agreed on,” he asked watching at her with an almost desperate expression.

“No strings, no promises. It was supposed to be just a kiss but I didn’t care. Please Harry, please stop the pain.”

“No. Damn it,” and in his fury he picked up something on his dresser and threw it at bathroom door, putting a hole in it. ,

“Hermione you answered me ... You said ‘Only you Harry, only you.’ Tell me you weren’t that drunk. Tell me you remember what I said in your head.”

Hermione tried to think but the pain was blanked her mind. She shook her head
“I can’t think, it hurts.”

“What would you do for me? What would you give up? Sacrifice? No more boyfriends. Only my arms, my lips, my bed, ONLY ME, from now on. Do you remember it now?” he asked, his voice getting louder from being frustrated and scared.

Hermione had tears in her eyes from the pain and fear now and she nodded,
“Yes I remember that ...but I also heard you said ‘We’re friends. We’ve changed over the years. You’ve moved on.’”

Harry crawled onto the bed his face softer now, shame showed for a moment,
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that part to you,” he expressed more concern for her pain.
He parted her legs and kissed her thighs, her folds, and his warm tongue entered inside of her making a warm wave go up her body. The pain was fading.

~~~~

Hermione must have passed out because she woke up alone. There was no pain and no Harry.

Hermione had a funny headache as thought she had been asleep for a very, very, long time and things were hazy at first but then they came back into her mind. She was wearing one of Harry’s flannel shirts.

She walked in to the kitchen to find him there, boiling some water for tea, making toast and eggs. He was wearing work- out shorts and no top. He had more hair on his chest and belly and more muscles then she remembered too.

Harry turned and looked at her and asked,
“Do you remember me now?” He quickly gulped down his tea and sucked on the lemon wedge.

“Yes. Harry I remember you. You were my best friend …friend … my first love,” Hermione recalled she looked at him and saw the boy that he was and the man he was becoming, “No more boyfriends. Only you?”

“Have you got a problem with that?” Harry asked, his tone a little less frustrated tone, pouring more tea into his cup.

“No. But I got the feeling you didn’t want me, that we were never to be together again. You said you had moved on,” she explained.

“I did,” he said giving her a cup of tea and a piece of toast, “I did other things and dated other girls.”

Hermione felt her face get red and hot with jealously and she felt annoyed.

Harry smiled and his eyes lit up at her reaction.

“But, I couldn’t get you out of my heart or mind as hard as I tried. I did what I could and then …” he took sip of tea, “the Ministry of Magic told me about your little incident in chemistry class and, well, Professor Trelawney needed a rest and I jumped at the chance. Beside no one wanted to teacher the class so I took it as either an omen or that it was fucking dumb luck you had your class cancelled.”

He shook his head, looked down at the floor, and then looked at her, his face pained.
“When I saw you sit down next to me I got lightheaded and dizzy. I had to put my head down for a moment and then I left the class to get my head straightened out. I was so nervous my hands were shaking.”

“I didn’t see them shake,” she told him.

“Good. I’m sorry about before, about the pain you felt for those few moments. I had to endure our separation for so long in my heart it nearly killed me. Being separate from you felt so wrong and hurt for too long, but now...” he ran his fingers through her hair tenderly, “It’s a New Year. A time for new beginnings.”

“This is our new beginning? Last night was not a one time thing?” Hermione queried.

“No. It’s you and I now, for the time being we have to be careful and not let anyone know it if they don’t know already. So many saw us together, Mike I’m sure knows,” Harry commented, stretching his hand out with another piece of buttered toast for Hermione.

“Kat wanted us to get together. I don’t know if Cedric saw us together.” Hermione added, nibbling at the toast he had offered her.

“I didn’t think it was going to happen this soon. I was shooting for the end of next semester when you were done with school. And trying like hell to keep the blokes away from you.”

Harry put the eggs he was cooking on one plate and gave Hermione a fork.

Hermione looked at him, into his face, and wanted to ask if he tried to put a wedge between she and Cedric. But she knew the answer; ‘yes,’ she knew it had happened. She was the one who let it happen with out too much thought... or care now as she looked back on it. Hermione dug her fork in to the eggs and started to eat.

“Why would you do that? You knew I liked you. All you had to do is ask me out.”

Harry half laughed and half choked on the egg he was trying to shallow, “And then get fired?” He took a drink of tea, “If I stay here I could offer you a job as assistant. That would explain why we were seen together so much.” Harry explained.

“And after that semester?” Hermione asked, “Would you be daring enough to ask me out then?”

A cute quirky smile grew on Harry lips, “I doubt I’d last the semester, I’m only human, and you’re so enticing.” He leaned over and kissed her, taking her breath, and then whispered softly in her ear, “I’d find you in the library, in the dimly lit section, and push you up against the shelves and make love to you violently.” Hermione got a cool shiver but her body got hot. Did he read her mind that day?

“Or should I do it more aggressively or viciously?”

“Passionately,” Hermione said quickly to get the description of her fantasy in her mind.

“I didn’t really get to feel it, Hermione. I just saw. I didn’t mean to do that much. I was trying to see if you trusted me and I just saw it quickly,” Harry explained. “I don’t like to read people’s thoughts, it’s too personal and it hurts like hell to know what people are really thinking.”

“What do we do now?” Hermione asked.

“The only thing I want to do now is keep warm.” Harry leaned closer to Hermione,
“Eat,” he said as he grabbed some eggs with his fingers and ate it. “Drink,” drinking down half his tea down and bending over to Hermione. “And make love with you,” kissing her passionately with kind force. They slowly rolled on to the hard cold floor. Harry pushed his shorts down and slid inside Hermione. A wave went up her body as he went deeper into her well.

Harry moaned with each thrust, but Hermione groaned from being on the cold floor. He saw how uncomfortable she was and pulled out of her. He helped her up off the floor and sat her on the table.

He smiled, parted her legs and kissed her again with a laugh urging her to lie down. His fingers lightly touched her knee, to the inside of her thigh, to her folds and then one finger making it’s way inside of her. He felt her walls searching for the right spot and caressed it somewhere just below her belly. Hermione body tightened and the tension built inside of her like nothing she had every experienced.

Harry was whispering to her softly and sweetly as she opened her eyes to see him say, “Go higher.”

Her hips were moving up and down searching for a better spot - more stimulation.

“Yes,” Harry said softly, his eyes bright and his breath ragged.

Hermione was holding onto the edge of the table to help keep her from moving off the thing. She bucked and gyrated as he drove two fingers into her. She moaned and cried out for him to be inside her.

He withdrew his fingers and pushed himself between her shaking thighs. She came after a few thrusts but it took Harry twenty-five minutes of long thrusts to come within her so that Hermione came again with him.

Harry grabbed a towel and cleaned himself of his semen and Hermione’s menstrual blood. He handed one to Hermione as the fluid ran down her legs.

The two were worn-out now. Harry pulled Hermione into a warm embrace and helped her to the bedroom. Hermione slept with a hand towel between her legs to catch any more liquids escaping her body.

~~~

Hermione woke a few hours later and looked out the window. It was slightly dark and still snowing.

She turned on the telly and sat down on the couch to watch the news. The storm had halted everything. Stores were closed unless they sold milk, eggs and bread. People were stranded on the roads and highways and airports were closing.

It was only 5:00 in the evening as she looked at the clock in the living room but it seemed like the middle of the night.

Hermione was tired but she knew she should get home, get some sleep and study.

Just then, Harry walked up behind her, “Are you all right?” he asked, wiping his eyes of sleep.

“Yeah, fine, just wanted to know what was going on with the weather. Everything’s closed,” Hermione informed him.

“Fine … Let’s go back to bed and sleep some more ... please,” he asked.

Hermione looked at Harry, whose hand was reaching for her.

“Harry, I really should get home,” getting up and standing in front of him.

“WE are not going anywhere. You just said everything is closed. Nice way to start the New Year getting snowed in ... Have you called you parents and wished them a happy New Year?” he asked in angry tone.

“Yes, but I haven’t heard... back” Hermione grabbed her purse and looked at her phone. It was off. She switched it on and she had one message. It was from Sally. Hermione went to her voice mail and listened.

“Hi Hermione. I won’t need you for Tuesday or for a few days actually. There was a fire in the building and the power is off and with all the snow a lot of water damage as well. I’ll call you when I can get back in the store. Happy New Year! Call you later.”

“I don’t have work tomorrow but I still need to get home... It’s not that long a walk.” Hermione said, “What, maybe twenty minutes?”

“About that normally, yeah” Harry agreed, “but there’s four or five feet of snow out there. You have your little ‘fuck me’ shoes on and your ‘come in my arse’ skirt. If you go outside it will take you twenty minutes to get down to the end of the street and fifteen minutes to get back here while all the time freezing and turning blue,” he said, his voice husky with lust.

He was panting as he stroked her cheek. Hermione saw he was getting excited.

“Put them on,” he asked. “Please,” he said glancing at her clothes on the floor.

“No!” Hermione said half fake angry and half laughing to herself. With a devilish-grin escaping her mouth she looking at Harry as she walked over to where her clothes were. She got dressed and slid into her shoes; her feet not so swollen any more. She kept her back to Harry as she said out aloud, “Now where’s my coat?” She’d played this game with some other boy friends, the ‘I’m the slut - come and fuck me.’ But the boys seem to get into it more then she did, and when she had sex with them this way she got more bruises and less pleasure out of what she called the banging hard sex.

Harry put his hand on her shoulder and shock went through Hermione’s body. His mouth was on her neck kissing and licking. Hermione grasped at the warm mouth that was making her swoon. The extra stimulation from his new beard on her nape and back sent waves of pleasure up and down her form.

“I love the taste of you,” he murmured in her ear, “Salty and sweet at the same time.”

Harry was tugging at her skirt testing how strong it was. , “You wear this to get men’s attention. Your skirt screams ‘come fuck me from behind.’ and I am answering that call.”

“Are you?” Hermione breathed out, her eyes closed, waiting to see what he was going to do next.

“I am.” Harry breathed out; his breathe hot on her neck.

“You think you’re man enough?” she taunted.

“More then enough,” he pulled up her skirt in front and cupping her between her legs, “and than some.”

Hermione held her breath and tried to be unaffected by his touch, “Prove it.” Hermione demanded.

“How do you like to get fucked? Slowly or fast? Gently or hard?”

She sighed as if she was bored and turned her head as toward him. “If you have to ask how to fuck me, then don’t bother.”

Suddenly Harry had her body standing next to the couch her legs apart and her hands on the armrest. Before she could say anything he was pumping into her from behind, banging her with such force she thought she might be catapulted over the couch.

Just as suddenly he stopped. Then slowly he began going in and out of her. Slowly sliding in and stay for a long moment and then pulling almost all the way out. Gradually gliding in again and then withdrawing all the way out.

EVERYTHING was tingling on her body as she exhaled all the air out of her lung and took a deep breath in. Harry turned her around to face him and kissed her lovingly on the lips. His eyes seem to glow for a moment like the first time they kissed but Hermione was sure she was imagining things with the lack of sleep she had had.

His mouth was warm and sweet to her tongue. His hands roamed her body still curious to each curve and hollow. They too were warm and gentle. He unbuttoned her shirt once more and let it fall onto the couch then the bra next to it.

“You cold?” he asked her softly in her ear as his face buried itself in her hair. Hermione expected he would pull her to the bedroom when she nodded but it was the kitchen and a warm cup a tea he offered her with large section of lemon squeezed into her tea. He told her to drink it down like a good like girl.


Hermione drank down the lemony tea quickly. Harry dripped little drops of lemon juice on to Hermione’s neck and back. He then proceeded to lick and kiss the trail it left behind. The fruit juice was cold and sticky but Hermione enjoyed the tongue bath that Harry was giving her so she didn’t care. She closed her eyes and was enjoying the waves of pleasure going through her. She felt herself fall back but didn’t hit the floor. She heard the puff sound of a pillow under her head.

She opened her eyes to Harry making love to her. He was sweating and moaning with each thrust. Her eyes fell closed and fell into a deep sleep.

There was a cold draft that woke Hermione. She was naked. Sheets and blanket were balled up on one corner of the bed, stained with blood and semen. Harry was in the bathroom, in the shower.

Hermione walked in and sat on the toilet.
Harry flicked some water on her and signaled her to join him.

She did. Even though she was so worn-out with all the sex and not enough sleep, she joined him. The hot water was a wonderful sensation. Harry washed her back and offered to shampoo her hair and shave her legs. She declined the offer and shaved her legs and washed her hair herself as he watched mesmerized at each thing she did.

Harry handed her a fluffy towel and asked, “Are you hungry? I can fix us something. I have Chinese and Thai food in the frig.”

Hermione nodded, “Yeah, that would be great. I am hungry,” actually she was famished. She dried herself off and then dressed in a pair of his briefs, t-shirt and sweat pants Harry put out for her to wear, and a pair of Converse high- top sneakers. She felt odd being dressed, not just in Harry’s clothes but just dressed in general. She enjoyed the feeling of skin-to-skin contract she was having with Harry. In fact, this was the longest period she had ever been with a boyfriend. It was nearly twenty-four hours she had been with him. No other boyfriend had stayed in constant contact with her. They had friends to see, places to go and things to do.

Hermione walked in to the kitchen where Harry was warming up the food. He had it on two plates this time. He laid the plates down and some green tea as well. Harry happily plopped down into his chair and started to eat.

Hermione started eating too. Harry put his hand on her thigh and smiled at her, watching her eat the meal.

“I found clothes for you so we can go to your dorm and you can get a few things. I really would like it if you could stay here for a few more days. You don’t have your final until Thursday and you’ve passed my class with an A no problem, so you don’t need to hand in a paper,” Harry said, licking his lips looking hungry, but not for food. He smiled at her and Hermione could see he was trying to control his urge to take her again.

“But if you feel the need to earn extra credit…” he laughed teasingly, caressing her arm with the back of his finger.

They finished their food and put on their coats and sneakers. There was a strange stillness on the street. Harry and Hermione trudged through the snow. Harry took her by the elbow and arm and helped Hermione through the snowdrifts. They saw two or three cars drive by on the dimly lit road. They finally reached the main road, which was plowed, and were able to get to Hermione’s dorm quicker.


Hermione opened the door and the place was mostly dark. Harry and Hermione both heard Kat and Terry making happy noises from Kat’s bedroom.

Hermione grabbed her small travel bag and threw some clean clothes into it. Then she grabbed a few books from her room and put them in a backpack. Hermione grabbed her boots, a pair of socks and a winter hat and put them on. She grabbed some tampons and napkins that were on her bookcase in her room and then she looked in the corner where an unopened box of condoms were. An alarm went off in Hermione’s head. Surely Harry had taken a potion or had done a spell on himself … she prayed… and then threw the box of condoms into the bag.

They left the dorm without Kat hearing them, even as Harry and Hermione giggled, hearing the lovers in the bedroom moan and scream out their release and bed squeaking and knocking up against the wall in their frenzy passionate love making.

Hermione swung her clothes over her shoulder and Harry carried her books. They walked down the stairs to the front entrance door. The place was dead; no one was around. It seemed odd, and gave Hermione an eerie shiver.

They walked outside. The streetlights were on, but she couldn’t tell what time of day or night it was. It was darkish and cold and the snow was still falling. She felt dazed, as though she was walking in a dream.

They walked almost all the way to Harry’s place in silence. They were just a few buildings away from Harry’s place when something made Hermione stop and look around. She couldn’t tell whether it was day or night.

Harry stopped and asked, “What is it?”

“I can’t tell what time it is, or even if it’s day or night.”

Harry looked around and nodded. “It is weird...It’s evening,” he said, holding out his hand to her, “Come on, it's time to get back to my place where we can get warm.”

Hermione looked at the snow and bent down, gathered some of it into her hands, and made herself a snowball. It had been ages since she made one. She rolled it in her hand, pressing it together. Before she could say anything, Harry threw two snowballs at her. She launched hers at Harry but he was fast and ducked it, and then he threw two more at Hermione’s shoulder and head, knocking off her hat. Hermione made two more snowballs and got Harry once and with one of them, before she ran down the street trying to escape the snowballs hitting her back and legs.

Hermione heard Harry shout to her,
“Hermione come back…” She ran a few yards and heard Harry shout at her again, “Hermione stop. Come back…” and then she heard some one say, “Stop! Don’t run. Don’t run away from me, Hermione,” in a deeper voice. The voice gave her a strange chill.

She couldn’t run very well or far in the snow. She got tired very quickly and stopped running. Suddenly Harry had her by the back of her coat and he was spinning her around. They both fell into a snow pile. He was on top of her kissing her hard; his teeth lightly biting her lip.

“Come on, lets get in doors,” Harry said in her ear, and he roughly pulled her up and pulled her into a tight embrace, “Don’t run away from me, there’s no need to run,” and then squeezed her a little tighter, and breathed out so softly that she barely heard it, “You’re mine now.”

Harry had his wand in his hand and shouted, “Accio bag… Accio backpack.. Accio hat,” and a moment later Hermione’s things were at their feet.

As they walked, Hermione felt a terrible draft on her back. Harry and she got in to his flat and Hermione took off her coat. The back of her coat was ripped, shredded in several spots.

Hermione looked at Harry and asked, “What happen to my coat? Look at it… its in shreds.”

“I’m sorry it ripped,” Harry replied. He took out his wand and said, “Reparo!”

The coat was in one piece again.

“There! It’s fixed. Let me make some tea and maybe something to snack on. I want to show you something.”
Hermione nodded, but she still glanced at the coat and thought the rip looked more like it had been cut or clawed at. She followed Harry into the kitchen.