Cursed Wolf II

Chapter 13 Crossing Lines


Harry put the kettle on and got some crackers out of the cupboard and cheese out of the frig. He looked at Hermione and smiled saying,
“ Eh, I got something for you, years ago and … I’m not sure if you’ll like it now.”

“What is it?” Hermione asked.
“It’s in my closet. I would love for you to wear it.”

She followed him to the bedroom. He went to the wall and tapped it three times and the wall opened up to reveal another room.

Hermione stood there stunned as Harry gently pushed her into the room. She knew this room, it was his bedroom in the wizarding world.

Harry opened his closet door and from the far end he pulled out a long, white, silky nightgown.
He held it up and said,
“I’ve pictured you wearing this so many times. Would you wear it for me now?”

It was beautiful. Harry handed it to her and said,
“I’ve got to go check the tea and things.”

Hermione went into the bathroom and stripped off her wet clothes. She slipped it over her head and smoothed it down over her body.
Harry came into the room and stopped, stood there motionless, he couldn’t stop staring at her. She smiled at him, then lifted her chin with her finger tips. Harry quickly caught on and snapped his mouth shut.

He set the tray down on the night stand and grabbed Hermione’s traveling back and backpack from his muggle world flat and
placed them in the his bedroom at Godric’s Hollow.

Hermione drank down her lemony tea and ate the cheese, crackers, grapes and cut apples that Harry put on their tray. Harry just kept looking at her, smiling.
Hermione felt herself relaxing and a warm glow blossoming in her belly as she lay back in the bed. Harry removed his pants and slipped into the bed beside her whispering,
“You look beautiful as always. God, I just want to ravish you over and over and now that I’ve got you trapped here tonight I’m going to.”

His lips covered her face with light sweet kisses, at first; and grew firmer as he made his way down her neck, moving the neck of the nightgown, down below her breasts. Gently biting them and licking them until Hermione moaned.

Harry kissed and nibbled his way back to her neck and mouth, whispering,
“So beautiful….. so sweet …I want to bury myself deep inside you. I love you,” and then as he again took her lips; he slid the hem of her nightgown up her body and out of the way. Once more his body became part of hers and Hermione’s mind seemed to fade of all rational thought as Harry possessed her body, all night long. Hermione passed out two hours into their love making marathon and only woke up periodically as Harry was most vigorous.

When she stirred Harry had his hands on her hips and he was finally collapsing falling asleep he murmured,
“ Oh Hermione, just a few more days and our life can begin.”

Their bed was damp with sweat and she could see Harry was shiny with perspiration as though he had a high fever and he was very hot lying next to her. The light from his muggle world bedroom, dimly lit the bedroom they were in now. She had to get out of the bed and stretch her legs and walk the aches out of her body. She never felt so sore from love making before, but then most of her boyfriends could only go so long, where with Harry it seemed, had an extra abundance of energy, enthusiasm and sperm as it was rolling down her leg once more. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t had sex in quite a while or was it because wizards are better lovers than muggles.

Hermione took this time to look at the house now, while Harry slept.
Hermione went to the other rooms on the second floor, two other bedrooms and another bathroom and some kind of library or study.
She went down stairs and there was a living room, dining room and kitchen with pantry and other bathroom. She felt guilty snooping around having not asked Harry permission. But she didn’t touch and or move anything.

She made her way back up the stairs and into the bedroom. She raised the covers to get into bed and Harry’s hand caught her by surprises and she let out a gasp.

He laughed and pulled her on top of him. He brushed her hair out of her face and asked,
“Do you like the house?”
“I … I didn’t mean to snoop I just needed to stretch my legs and I looked around.”
“The place looks better when you turn on the lights, but that can wait. You need to get some sleep I think its almost dawn.” and he pulled her close and they spooned.

Hermione opened her eyes to the daylight flowing into the room from one of the windows. She was alone and the wall to the muggle world was closed, making the room looked very different. For a fleeting moment she didn’t know where she was and panic set in.

Hermione made her way down the stairs and could hear Harry cooking something in the kitchen. She slowly walked to the kitchen and peeked in. Harry was flipping pancakes and trying to make scrambled eggs. She heard the toaster pop so she walked over to it and started to butter the toast.
Harry let out a groan and whined,
“You’re supposed to be in bed asleep … now go .. back to bed.”
Hermione just looked a him and said,
“But I don’t want to be alone up there.. I woke up all alone and didn’t remember where I was and it freaked me out for moment.”

He looked concerned and said,
“I’m fixing you breakfast in bed.. now go.. I’ll be up in few minutes” and he walked over to her and kissed her forehead and paddled her behind playfully and said,
“Now go up stairs.”

Hermione did what she was told but didn’t like being treated like a child, but then this was his house and his rules.

She was up there only a few minutes when Harry came up with a tray. There was a large stack of pancakes and several pieces of toast for her with her choice of butter or jam. There were two plates of eggs, two glasses of orange juice and tea.

Harry passed her a plate of eggs. She wasn’t even done with them when Harry started forking a couple of pancakes on to her plate and was offering her toast.
He dug into his food as though he hadn’t eaten in a week.

Hermione could only manage to eat one pancake and four pieces of toast before she realized she was stuffed. Harry looked at her and asked,
“Is that all you going eat?”

“Yes. Harry I’m stuffed.” Hermione answered feeling guilty,
“ It was delicious. Thank you.” and she leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

He forced a small smile, looking at her in a weird way and said,
“You know you could use a little more insulation on your body, not that you’re not beautiful and so irresistible,” he leaned over and kissed her.

“Are you trying to tell me I’m too thin?” Hermione asked him.

“NO! You’re perfect. I just want to make sure you’re healthy. Girls are always worried about their weight.” Harry said with a concern tone,
“ you shouldn’t.”

Hermione felt stuffed and sleepy after her meal. She stretched on the bed as Harry collected the dirty dishes. He smiled satisfactorily as he left the room and Hermione drifted off into a wonderful warm slumber.

She woke as she turned on to her back and found Harry was snuggling up to her. His body was nice and warm and she fell back to her comfortable sleep.

It was Harry’s warm mouth on hers that woke her out of her sleep.
“Did I wake you my sleeping beauty?”
“Aha,” she mumbled wanting to go back sleep. She let herself fall back into her dream world and suddenly Harry was there too, making love to her. Whispering his needs, his wants, his longing for her and soft murmured promises of love and worship in her ear.

She opened her eyes to his as he penetrated her body once again and he stayed that way for a while.
Hermione felt him sense all her fears and doubts about herself and him.
“I don’t want to hurt you. We belong together. No rules, no laws or magic can break that, I love you more than anything or anyone in my life.. We are walking a fine line. You’ve made a decision and we have to act on it soon.” and he started moving within her. Harry pushed deep inside and Hermione heard a primitive growl in his throat. Everything became dreamy as he plunged into her again and again.

Hermione watched almost carelessly as Harry’s facial hair grew longer and his face changed as his teeth became longer. His hands grew dark and hairier but they gently touched Hermione’s eyes, blowing on her face and she closed her eyes and saw Harry’s face in a haze, looking down at her, his body becoming moist with perspiration. He whispered,
“Dream, my love dream.”

And she did, of the lake on a hot summer day, laying naked on a rock, Harry beside her. The sun was so bright in the sky she had to shield her eyes with arm. The sun so hot her skin was wet as her body moved to a strange rhythm and the hot tension in her body became unbearable. She hear someone running, panting in her ear. She suddenly felt a release in her body and a searing heat in her belly and chest like hot acid juice sting her skin. The sun was burning her and all she wanted was shade, cover from the blazing heat.
She couldn’t move to get out of the light. She was being weighted down by something she couldn’t see. She became scared and whispered,
“Harry I can’t move. Help me please!”

A heavy hand caressed her cheek and a voice she didn’t recognize,
“Dream sweet dreams my love,” and Hermione fell back to sleep.

~~

Hermione awoke to a soreness between her legs that almost made her laugh. She never considered herself a sex maniac or a frigid prude, she was somewhere in the middle. She had put a cool cloth between her legs to help ease the burning sensation that was there. She got dressed in her sweats, top and bottoms and grabbed her books.

Hermione went to the Study to begin cramming for her final. It was late afternoon and she was taking notes on the chapters she had read.
It had been a few hours since Harry’s love session was over and Hermione was in the middle of her notes and summaries when Harry came in to the study and came up behind her and started kissing her neck.

She smiled as she read out loud and put her finger on the word where she stopped .
“Please. Harry I’m trying to study for my test. Sorry but it’s very distracting.”
“So take a break,” he said moving to the back of her neck.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders to stop Harry from his activity,
“Harry! Come on. I’m trying to study. I put it off long enough.”

But Harry wouldn’t give up he just kept on kissing her on the neck, shoulders until he was nearly pulling off her top to get to her back. She twisted around and stood up with full force and pushed him away.

Harry came back towards her, seizing her around her waist tightly, his hand on the back of her head, bringing her mouth to his. When the kiss broke she was staring up at him, stunned.

She broke away from him and staring.

“Hermione what’s wrong?” He asked in a casual fashion but his expression was from casual, he looked almost menacing. He took a step toward her and she gasped.
He stopped and smiled at her. His face softened and he was Harry again.

“Hermione why are you acting like this?”

“What is going on with you? I need to study and all you are doing is trying to have sex with me all the time. Give it a rest Harry, I’m sore and I need to get ready for my examination.”

Harry started toward her and she put up her hands and said,
“You start it again and I’m leaving.”

Harry took a step back and folded his arms,
“How much time do you need?”

“Give me a few more hours. I’ve got examples to look at and writers to compare” and she added, “ and I’m not sure if I have all my books,” putting her hand to her head rubbing her temple.

“Well you study as long as you can. I’ll make you some tea and a snack in a bit and I’ll try to stay out of your way,” he said in a defeated voice.

“Thank you Harry. Hey don’t you have school work to do?” Hermione asked.
“Not until tomorrow, though some of the students handed in their papers already,” he said in surprised voice.

‘They have?” Hermione asked in a pitched high tone.
“Don’t worry. You’ve passed the class, hell you were nearly my assistant.” Harry admitted, “ You don’t need to do the paper.”

Hermione went back to reading her Journalism book. Hours passed and Harry came up with tea and crackers with cheese.

He looked like he took a cold shower and was not happy about it.

A few more hours and Hermione looked around the house, in her bag and the muggle apartment and realized she left one of her books at her dorm.

Hermione was tired and achy as she wrote her notes. The ach was between her legs and it burnt with a desire she had never felt before in her life. She could have cried the need was so great. She felt awful at how she put off Harry and didn’t dare want to suddenly switch gears on him and pounce on him after pushing him away and threatening to leave.

She read and wrote her summaries as long as she could, and shoved a wet cold hand towel between her legs to sooth the soreness and ease the growing need she had for Harry.

After several very cold towels Hermione was numb there now and she was able to read the last chapters of the book and went downstairs to see where Harry was. She walked into the kitchen trying to breath normally. With each step the coldness between her legs faded quickly as she notice Harry cooking over the stove.

Hermione touched his shoulder and he turned to her. He was sweating, his eyes were wild, and his facial hair had grown. He grabbed her by the waist and by the nape of her neck, kissing her, raking her neck with his teeth. Harry made love to her aggressively for hours.

Hermione abandoned all thought and let him do whatever he wanted to her body. She was in heaven and hell, like a moth attracted to the flame that gets to close. She doesn’t think any more, just merged her body with his. They are one and she doesn’t know where she ends and he begins. Harry plunged deep inside her, touching her heart and soul. His eyes gazed deeply into hers and she saw shadows of magic and legends, curses and wants, love, lies and deceptions.
“See me and don’t be afraid,” Harry whispered; staring into her heart and soul. She sawhis hunger, his pain and something inside him he was fighting.
His hands touched her skin and she only wanted0 more. Her eyes rolled up and back and she screamed out his name as he gave her, her release, along with his own.

Hermione woke. Her body was bruised, sore and wet. She found it hard to keep her eyes open so she moved slowly on the floor in the living room and repositioned the cushions from the couch and fell back asleep.

Hermione awoke again, this time to the sound of banging pots and pans. She grabbed a small blanket around herself and walked into the kitchen to find Harry dumping out the burnt remains of dinner.
“ I made you ruin dinner, sorry.” she said guiltily.
Harry shrugged his shoulders and smiled saying softly,
“It was worth it.”

Hermione followed Harry to the bedroom and he tapped the wall a few times. The wall opened and he walked through and Hermione followed behind him.

“What are you doing,” she asked watching him pick up the phone.
“Ordering pizza,” he laughed , “I’m starving.”
Hermione smiled.

“What do you want on the pizza? extra cheese, pepperoni, sausage?”
“Extra cheese maybe I’m not all that hungry.”
Harry ordered the pizza, turned to her and said,
“ I ordered two pizzas and you have to eat at least two pieces. You hardly eat anything. By the way,” he started to laugh, “did you get all your studying done?”

“No actually I didn’t.. I forgot one of my books at the dorm. I should go and get it.”
“After the pizza gets here.”
“Harry you’re a great host but all I’ve done here is eat and sleep.”
“And we’ve done other things,” He said seductively tugging at the blanket drawing her closer to him “ And I’m not your host. I was thinking more like boyfriend girlfriend ..live in lovers?”

“What?” Hermione asked stunned.
“Come on Hermione. We were here before, I don’t want to go backwards, I don’t want to begin again. All of your memories will return in a few more days. You picked me this time and I’m not surrendering you to back to your life. It’s our life now.”

“Yes Harry I chose you but I do want to finish school, can’t you understand that”

“Yes I understand but for now I need you here,” he sighed and caressed her cheek, “Why don’t you take a shower and put on some clean clothes, the pizza will be here by then. I want to talk to you about things.”

Hermione nodded and took a hot shower, washing off the remnants of their coupling. She dried off and dressed just as the pizza arrived.

Harry put out two plates and two glasses of wine on the table.
Hermione sat and grabbed the first slice of pizza. The cheese was like lava and nearly burnt the roof of her mouth. She gulped her wine to stop the burning sensation. She blew on it delicatelybefore taking her second bite.. They comfortably, in mostly silence as they devoured their dinner.
Hermione picked at her crust playing with the doughy middle feeling full.

Drinking some of his wine, Harry looked across at Hermione,
“Hermione I have to tell you something, the curse? I still have it.”
“What?”
“It lay dormant until I saw you again.”
“Are you alright?” Leaning toward him.
“Yes but I’ve turned into a wolf from time to time…. watching you. At one point guarding you.”
Harry pulled her into a tight embrace and she felt his breath on her ear as he whispered,
“ And stalking you.”
Hermione pulled her head back and looked at him. Staring at him for a moment, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You saw me in the shadows of the tree out front,” he told her sheepishly.
Hermione blinked in shock.

“I gave you a soothing potion that night so I could lay with you.. most likely take you,”
he bowed his head down in disgust with himself,
“Force you… if you fought me. But the wolf wouldn’t let me. You woke up as I was fighting the wolf inside me.”

Hermione tried to pull away from him shaking in fear, but he held her fast.
“I saw you laying on the floor, you were dead. But it was a dream.”

“One half of my soul is human, the other half wolf. They have been warring in me for months. I need you. Without you I will turn in to some creature, an animal ..a monster and God only knows what will happen.” He begged.
“ Please Hermione, don’t to be afraid of me, I wouldn’t harm you, nor will the wolf in me.”

She looked into his eyes and saw love, but saw other things too. She was safe with him he wouldn’t harm her and he wouldn’t let her go now.
It was the things he hadn’t told her that made her uneasy.

What had he done or not done?

“Harry? Have you done something? Have you hurt someone.. killed?”

He gave her a weak smile and shook his, “No I haven’t killed anyone.”

Harry loosened his hold on her and took sip of his wine.

“But your parents weren’t that happy to see me back in your life. Your parents knew that I would show up sooner or later. I told them that before I left you. I warned them if they put you in the hospital I’d get you out of there and they would never see you again.”

“Harry! How could you do that, scare my parents.”

“Would you rather in a hospital all drugged up and it slowly robbing you of your mind,
you’d be so mess up and out of it. You wouldn’t be able to think, let alone protect your self from insane patience or the perversion of all the male orderlies.”

Hermione stayed silent, thinking.

“I know it seems hash to threaten you mom and dad. And they’re still afraid of me, well your dad’s better .. he understands.. I promised him I’d make you happy. We’ll see them all the time once we are settled.”

She looked into his eyes and saw his hopes and dreams,
“Settled? I still want to go to school, finish up.”

“And you will. Your final is tomorrow? I just need you to stay here with me.
This is our bonding time and I will keep mating with you until the time is through.”

“Harry, we haven’t used anything. I’m not on the pill or anything. What if you get me pregnant?”

Harry smiled and shook his head,
“No. You’re off your cycle you haven’t ovulated. I could pour a bucket of sperm in you and you wouldn’t get pregnant. No. When you are ovulating I will make love to you for two day straight. That’s when you are the most beautiful, your hips are rounder, your breast are bigger and you a have glow about you that I can’t help being drawn to. It will drive me mad beyond all reason.”

“But right now I need my book.”

“I’ll get you your book for you right now and walk you to your class tomorrow. We’ll figure out the rest,” he said smiling.
“Rest?” Hermione asked.

“I’m still waiting it see if I still have a job here. I’ll find out tomorrow if Professor Trelawaney is back.” Harry told her.

“If she is back what happens then?”
“ I find an other job.”
“But where?”
“Don’t worry about that, I have money we can live off of until I find new teaching position.”
“ What if they ask you to stay on for another semester?”
“We get you an apartment off campus and I’ll put in a door for me to visit you like here,” gesturing the door way from the muggle apartment to his home in the wizarding world.

“Now, you go back to studying and I’ll get your book and any papers from my office and I’ll be back in a bit.” he said.

Hermione followed him to the bedroom where he tapped the wall. It open up and he got his coat on and gave Hermione a sweet kiss,
“ Your dorm key?”

She took it out of her coat pocket and gave it to him.

He turned to Hermione as he opened the front door of his apartment, fumbling with the keys,
“Hermione, which book did you forget?”
“A Guiding Writers A Different Point of View, it’s by R Simone. it’s a small book,” walking to him and kissed him.

“Ok I’ll be back soon.”

She nodded.

~~

Hermione had her books open and spread out on the desk in the Study. She spent a good hour looking over her notes and then took break to eat some leftover pizza witha glass of wine to relax. Harry should be back soon and she had studied as much as she could without the missing book. But while in Harry’s study Hermione’s eye caught a few interesting titles one of which was The Early History of Magic.

It dated back several centuries and talked about the different witches and wizards that discovered things and changed the world for the better and not the worse.
She read several chapters and then closed her tired eyes. Her thought as she drifted off to sleep, ‘Where was Harry and what was taking him so long to get back?’

Hermione heard a thud and opened her eyes. The book she had been reading fell to the floor. She got up out of the chair and went in to the bedroom. The wall was solid, closed to the muggle world.
Hermione went to the kitchen and other rooms and checking to see if Harry was there for some reason.

She looked at the clock and it was well after midnight and she got a nervous feeling in her stomach. Hermione changed out of her sweat outfit into jeans and a sweater, slipped on her socks and boots and grabbed her coat and hat and tapped the wall three times.

Hermione walked into the muggle apartment and it had strange feeling about it. It just didn’t feel right. She could smell a men’s cologne. She looked around but everything looked okay.

Hermione walked quickly to her dorm, hoping Kat was there and Harry as well.
She walked up the flight of stairs and when she got to the door she knocked five times very fast. Kat was at the door before Hermione’s hand could fall to her side.

Kat pulled her into the room,
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve called and called and called you.”
Terry came into the living area looking relieved.
“Why what’s wrong..?”
“The police were here. They arrested Harry.” Kat said as she pulled a blanket over her shoulders.
“But why?” Hermione asked.

“Cedric told them Harry kidnapped and raped you in the wooded area, in between the parking a lots. And that he killed you and he hid your body. He had witnesses saying they heard you trying to scream.”

“What?” she grasp out.

“Did Harry hurt you? Is any of this true?” Kat asked bewildered.

“NO. Harry would never hurt me. Kat..”

“Well you better get down to the station and get him out of there.”

“Terry can you drive me there?” Hermione asked.
“Sure,” nodding. Terry replied.