Marauder Charm

The next day I was distracted by thoughts of James, but I was in need of more information first. Right before lunch, I had divination with Peter. During class, I caught his eyes, and smiled seductively at him over the rim of the saucer I was supposed to be reading tea leaves from. He blushed furiously and fumbled with his teacup, and I knew this one was going to be too easy. After class, Peter was cleaning up the cup he had broken at the end of period while the rest of the class filed out down the stepladder in the floor. The teacher had disappeared into a back room somewhere, and I was left alone in the room with him. I walked up to him and took his broom out of his hand.
“You know, there’s something sexy about a boy who can do his own chores.” I purred in my best sex kitten voice. It was a little over the top, but on Peter, it didn’t matter.
“I… um, you know. I d-don’t do them too often…” he stammered, blushing up through his ears.
Choosing my words carefully, I growled, “Oh, you little RAT” running my finger down his chest and standing so that my breasts were almost touching his chest. Peter jumped noticeably and, if possible, turned an even brighter shade of scarlet. “In fact,” I said softly, “There’s something very… hot… about rats. Their little whiskers… t-r-e-m-b-l-i-n-g….” I broughtfaceface very close to his, nearly kidding him, then drew away immediately. “In fact,” I said brightly, like nothing had just happened, “I just got a pet one! But…” I said, almost seductively again, “I have to keep it in the girls bathroom, because the other girls in my dorm don’t like it much. Do you want to see it?”
Peter stammered “I-I don’t think I’m allowed in there… you k-know?”
“Oh, nonsense! We can sneak you in. I can be very, very sneaky, you know.” Once again, I came towards him as I said this, and Peter looked like he might wet himself. I was quite sure that no other girl had ever given poor Peter a second look, and this experience must be positively terrifying for him. I got so close that I could see the little beads of sweat on his nose, and then grabbed his hand suddenly and pulled him after me. “Come on! You don’t want to keep me waiting!” And I dragged him out of the room and down to the (always unoccupied) girlsthrothrooms down the hall.
Once I pulled him inside and there was no rat in sight, I said “Oops, I someone took it away! Oh dear, I wish I had a rat right now! I would just love to stroke it’s fur, so nice and silky… up and down, up and down.” I never let go of his hand, and looked directly into Peter’s eyes when I spoke, causing him to swallow hard. Desperate to keep my attention, he blurted out,
“I can become a rat!” Then looked down awkwardly, knowing he shouldn’t have said that.
“Oh really” I said, my suspensions confirmed. Now to find out what the other boys could become. I believed that Sirius was a dog, and James was a deer of some kind. That would explain the Padfoot and Prongs. But Mooneyat wat was Remus?
“Y-yeah.” Peter said, looking at his feet. I walked towards him until he was backed up against the wall, and pressed my whole body into him.
“That’s really hot.” I breathed right into his face. I put on hand on his stomach, which was soft under my fingers in sharp contrast to the athletic abs of Sirius and the thin, but tight, stomach of Remus. “Can anyone else do that?”
“Yeah!” Said Peter, desperate to show off his friends to me in hopes that I would think of him as cool as they were. “James, and Sirius and Remus can do it too!”
“They can all become rats?” I said, feigning disbelief and knowing very well that that was not the case.
“Oh, n-no.” Peter stammered. “Well, I can! But, Sirius can be a dog! And, And James, he’s a stag!”
“Oh really, is that where you all get those cute nicknames from?”
“Y-yeah, that’s why they call me Wormtail, because of the rat’s tail! It looks like a worm, kinda.”
“Right…” I purred, moving my hand in circlrounround his belly button and running my other through his hair. “And Remus?” I prompted. “What can Remus become?”
“Well, um Remus is a little different. He… well, um… he…” Peter trailed off, looking conflicted. He obviously shouldn’t tell me, but he wanted to so badly. I decided to help him with his decision. I ran my hand down the waistband of his pants and into what I could feel were a pair of little boy’s style tighty whities. I should have guessed. My fingertips just brushed the tip of what I could feel was a throbbing erection already oozing with sticky fluid. I knew he wouldn’t last very long at all, and I resolved to just get it over with.
“You know, you can trust me.” I said, running my fingers through the thick drops of moisture and over the head of his rock hard and trembling cock. The look in Peter’s eyes was pure panic; he had no idea what to do but I could tell by the responses from his body that he was defiantly enjoying the touch. “I won’t tell a soul.” I whispered right into his ear as I put my fingers together and used the tips to make a mini cunt and started to use it to fuck the head of his cock slowly. Peter moaned and almost choked out,
“Werewolf, Remus is a werewolf.” He took a deep breath and I increased my speed, obviously not needing to do much more than touch his head for him to cum, but I wanted some more of the s fir first.
“Why do you all do this?” I asked, almost stopping until he answered quickly,
“To keep Moony company, but the school doesn’t know about us!” He sucked in a huge breath as I started again, and said “Just Remus… they only know about Remus.” That was all I need to know. I used the natural lube from Peter’s body to slide my fingers all the way down his shaft until my palm was touching his head, and rubbed it in a circular motion, faster and faster until I heard him squeak, “Oh!” and he came violently into my hand, making a mess in his pants that I would leave for him to clean up later.
Satisfied with what I had learned, I withdrew my hand while he was still panting hard, and moved in so I was nearly touching his lips to say,
“Thanks, that was nice, wasn’t it?” and turned around and walked off, leaving him standing there in the middle of the girl’s bathroom, with sticky pants and a confused expression.