Of Veela and Wolves v2 - 5 (Patreon)

Harry found his life had changed more than expected. He would go through most of his classes, except for Potions and Herbology, then end the day with Tonks. His time on the obstacle course expanded to other years as well. It helped his control around groups of people as well as allowing the students to get comfortable around him. A pouting werewolf covered in pink splotches wasn't nearly as scary as it had been before.

Tonks did make sure that every class knew that this wasn't the standard interaction with such creatures. He stood at the front of the DADA classroom on the other side of the room. A mixture of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Fifth Years watched with interest. Tonks made sure her lessons were worth learning. He tried to ignore the scent of arousal from a couple of the students. Part of him wished he hadn't figure out what it meant. Katie was staring at him like she wanted to mount him right then and there.

"Mister Potter," Tonks said in her best McGonagall voice.

It was incredibly unsettling considering she could adjust her vocal cords for the perfect imitation. The change did get a laugh from the students. Tonks took requests for her impressions but drew the line at a physical change. Not in class. Most of the time.

"It seems that my students are getting too comfortable around you," Tonks continued. "I would be a poor teacher if I let them think all werewolves were cuddly like you."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Please transform," Tonks asked as she clapped her hands.

A moment later, Harry was in his wolf form. His eyebrows perked up as a full side of beef appeared in the room. It hung from a hook. A brief scent under the beef told him a House Elf was involved. The chunk of meat was as tall as Tonks and at least twice as thick.

"Mister Potter," Tonks said motioned to the side of beef. "If you would be so kind, please show my students why that would be a bad idea."

Harry shrugged. The distance between him and the slab of beef was roughly twenty-feet across. He took a step back, then lunged. The students saw a blur of black fur followed by a tearing sound. He landed deftly on the other side of the room. The slab of beef had been cut in three pieces. Jagged claw marks made the cause painfully obvious. It helped that Harry had somehow removed a selection of ribs in the process and was currently having an early lunch.

The entire room stared in silence.

"As you can see," Tonks said breaking the stillness. "Even a cuddly puppy like Harry is very, very lethal. There is a reason that werewolves are ranked on the same level as dragons."

Harry finished the ribs, then stacked the bones on Tonks' desk. She glared at him. A majestic beast such as him could only reply in a dignified manner. He stuck his tongue out at her. The little interaction was enough to cut the tension in the room. He paused for a moment as the scent of arousal actually increased quite a bit.

The rest of the class continued. It would have been annoying to stand there for the rest of the lesson, but he was getting double the DADA classes thanks to the arrangement. Tonks moved on to proper wand control and how to cut extraneous movement as well as how to flow from one spell to the next. His enhanced senses made it easier to learn physical aspects of magic. Wand movements, pronunciation, inflection, and posture had a bigger influence on casting than he had previously thought.

He shifted to his human form once the food settled in his stomach. Switching on a full stomach was incredibly uncomfortable going from wolf to human. He wore the special shorts everywhere now. They were restricting, but better than being naked if he had to change forms. His increased metabolism meant he was always warm. Downside being that he had spent longer than he liked walking around hardly dressed. He had a stash of clothes in the DADA classroom. Tonks had the habit of swapping them out for other outfits.

Harry gave her a flat look when he opened the bag of clothes to find a bright pink robe and a flower crown. She smiled brightly at him. He needed to come up with a way to get back at her. Unfortunately, the twins weren't any help. They thought Tonks was amazing. He had the sneaking suspicion that they had helped her on a couple of pranks.

"Here," Katie said offering him her robe. "I'll wear the pink one."

Harry smiled at her, "Thank you."

"I don't mind the view," She winked at him.

Harry blushed as he put on the robe. Her scent wrapped around him. It was impossible to miss the arousal that clung to it. He tried to take a breath to calm himself only to get another dose. The look in her eyes told him that she knew.

"I thought most witches had lost interest by now," Harry lied.

If anything, the number had grown as people grew accustomed to his wolf form. She stepped closer to him to enjoy his warmth. Katie took a quick look to make sure everyone was busy. A couple of her friends were running interference for her to keep Tonks busy while the other students left. She trailed a finger along his jaw ending the touch with a little scratch under his chin. Harry's eyes fluttered at the touch.

"Good boy," She whispered.

Harry suppressed the urge to growl, "You're playing with fire, kitty cat."

"I'd rather play with you," She winked at him. "Meet me after dinner?"

Harry nodded, "Gladly."

There were only a couple hours before dinner time. His first stop was the Gryffindor Tower. He needed cloths that didn't smell like a horny girl. The brief run managed to mingle their scents making it even harder to concentrate. His cloths were mainly stored in the dorm, minus a few outfits at Hagrid's cabin. Most of the time he slept outside, but that didn't allow him to safely store his belongings. He knew that Malfoy and his cronies would find it at some point. Tonks changing his cloths pink would be the least of his worries.

He changed quickly and hurried back to the Common Room. Angelina sat at one of the tables working on some homework. He got close enough to realize it wasn't schoolwork, it was Quidditch strategy.

"Hey, Angie," Harry stopped beside her.

The girl jolted at the sound of his voice. He could hear her heartrate increase.

"Damn, Harry," Angelina chuckled. "We should put a bell on you."

Harry smiled.

"What's up, Toto?" She asked.

He rolled his eyes as he set the robe on the table, "Could you give this to Katie?"

"Katie?" Angelina wiggled her eyebrows. "Since when are you two so close?"

Harry shrugged, "We've always been friends."

"Friends," Angelina repeated with a knowing smile. "Right. Sure, I'll make sure she gets it."

"Thank you," Harry didn't acknowledge her teasing.

He found Hermione in the library. She already had a spot at the table saved for him. Ron had his head down glaring at the textbook in front of him like it owed him money. He took a seat between the two. Harry had been switched to an independent study for potions In a rare bout of Common Sense from the staff. It wasn't just dealing with Snape. Like herbology, brewing potions in a damp dungeon wasn't kind to his enhanced senses. Sirius mentioned something about tutoring, but nothing had come of it yet. At least it was an option. He didn't plan on sticking with either subject after OWLS. Becoming an Auror wasn't in the cards anymore. He might be able to be a Hit Wizard, but he would rather do something else now.

Time passed fast once he got to work. He didn't know how he would have passed the time without it. Katie popped up in his mind even with the distraction of work. Defense had been his best subject, now it was Transfiguration. Even theory was easier. He was able to write an extra five inches for his homework.

It would be a lie to say that he completely forgot about his date with Katie. The work wasn't that engrossing. Every now and then he would remember the scent of her robes. Thankfully he was able to suppress the urge to growl when that happened.

He finished the work with plenty of time to get packed up and take his stuff back to the dorm. It was supposed to be a trip to the tower then to the Great Hall. He came to a sudden stop as a familiar scent washed over him. He heard Katie laughing with her friends at the same time.

Harry would have never admitted it before, but Katie had been one of his first crushes. She was cute, sporty, and treated him like a normal person. Now she wasn't just flirting with him, she had asked him on a date. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to get through the Common Room. The little giggle the group gave when they saw him truly tested his willpower. He was definitely going to sleep outside tonight. Probably running through the forest until he couldn't run anymore. Aragog and his brood learned to leave him alone after he ripped a few to pieces. It was a shame; they were surprisingly tasty. Their carapaces had just the right amount of crunch around a gooey center. His stomach growled imagining the last time he caught one.

He rushed back downstairs. Katie looked up at him, and he winked at her on the way back. This time it was her that blushed. Her friends started to laugh at her as she hid her face. He took the chance to slip out of the Common Room.

His footsteps were nearly silent on the stone even when he moved at speed. The staircase started to swing to the side as he approached. He leaped across the growing gap, deftly landing on the top step, and continued on without breaking stride. The nearby students didn't pay much attention to him. It was Harry Potter; there were a bunch of other weird things that he had done before.

The delicious scent from the Great Hall spurred him to keep moving. He rode the railing of the stairway down until it aligned with a hallway. Another leap brought him to the proper passage as the stairs continued on to their next stop. One of these days they needed to install elevators. The Ministry had them, why couldn't Hogwarts?

Seamus and Dean clapped their hands softly as though they were watching golf.

"Well done, nice form," Seamus commented.

Dean nodded, "Landing was rough, the German judges are going to take points off for that."

"I knew I should have slid down the banister," He sighed dramatically.

Seamus nodded, "That would have added points for style."

"Too showy," Dean shook his head. "Technique outshines style."

"Next time," Harry said with a solemn nod.

Harry continued on to the Great Hall. The House Elves had their own scent. Over the summer he had learned that they were everywhere. It wasn't as noticeable now that school was back in sessions, but he could pick it out if he focused. The scent was the strongest around meal-time.

The food was already served on the tables when he arrived. It was a bit overpowering when they all appeared at once. Ron and Hermione were already in their usual spot with an open seat for him.

Ron started to load his plate with a selection of meat with a smaller portion of veggies. Harry smiled at him as he sat between them.

"You disappeared back there," Hermione said.

Harry shrugged, "I needed to put my stuff away."

"You're already finished?" Hermione had an edge of surprise in her voice.

Harry nodded, "I only have Transfiguration until Sirius arranges tutors for Potions and Herbology."

"I wish I could take a tutor for potions," Ron grumbled. "Herbology is fine."

"I could ask," Harry said.

Ron perked up, "Can you imagine it? No Snape."

"Ron," Hermione gave a half-hearted admonishment.

"We're talking about the greasy bat that docked you points for chopping too loud," Ron countered.

She sighed. Harry started in on his food. Ron was adept at picking out the selection of food that his friends wanted. Hermione had a smaller helping with more meat as well. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question. The two were too busy debating the benefits of tutoring versus classroom instruction.

"Who do you think will be your tutor?" Hermione asked.

Harry paused, "I don't know."

"Maybe my mom," Ron added.

Harry raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

"She's a Potions Mistress," Ron explained. "You didn't know that?"

Both Hermione and Harry shook their heads.

"Yeah," Ron continued. "She went for her Mastery before her and my dad got married."

"Why didn't she teach you anything?" Hermione asked.

"She did," Ron replied. "I could brew third year potions before I was sorted."

"But… you're horrible at potions," Hermione continued.

Ron shook his head, "Snape is a horrible teacher."

"Why do you always ask for help with your homework?" Hermione asked.

Ron shrugged, "I like making the potions, the other stuff is boring."

"Other stuff is important theory and identification," She gasped.

"I can identify them by sight," Ron replied easily.

Hermione stared at him for a long moment. She turned back to her food and began to eat in silence.

"I think you broke her," Harry chuckled.

They continued their meal in silence. Ron and Harry would share barely contained smiles when they would catch Hermione staring off. It was almost like she was completely reassessing the last few years of school.

Harry had to force himself to maintain focus on his food when Katie entered the Great Hall. She was busy talking to her friends. He made sure to think of anything else than trying to listen to her conversations.

He finished his food then stood.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked.

His cheeks flushed, "I have a date."

The students within range of his voice froze. Nine people, plus Hermione and Ron, turned to stare at him for a long, silent moment.

"Is it that weird?" Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head, "You didn't say anything before."

"I didn't want it to spread," Harry muttered.

Ron glared at the other Gryffindors in the area, "You heard him. Keep your mouth shut."

"Don't worry," Parvati rolled her eyes. "Everyone already knew."

Harry grumbled as he made his way out of the Great Hall. He found a nice bench in the courtyard to sit. The temperature was starting to drop as the date for the other schools got closer. They would be here around Halloween a few days before the names were chosen. The stone was nice and cool. He had forgone temperature regulating charms on his robes. Summer would be an issue but fall and winter were fine.

He perked up at the sight of Katie approaching. She smiled at him, stalking forward like she was the one on the hunt. It made him clench his fists in effort to prevent tackling her right then and there. Her scent had been teasing him to no end.

"Ready for a walk?" She asked offering him her hand.

Harry smirked, "Are you asking if I want walkies?"

"I didn't mean it like that," Katie burst into laughter.

He took her hand and started to walk toward the lake.

"I have to ask," Harry broke the silence. "Did you ask because I'm a werewolf?"

Katie shrugged, "I've had a crush on you for a while. The werewolf thing helped."

"You had a crush on me?" Harry blushed.

She chuckled, "I wouldn't spend so much time teaching you broom tricks if I didn't."

"I thought you did that for all the rookies," He mumbled.

"Angie does," She nodded. "It takes too long. I love quidditch, but I'm not a maniac like her."

"We haven't talked much, have we?" Harry said after a moment.

"Not as much as I would like," She bumped his shoulder with her own.

"Tell me about yourself," Harry said.

"I'm Muggleborn," Katie answered. "My dad couldn't take finding out about magic and left. The Ministry tracked him down and wiped his memory. They sent my mom a letter afterward."

"I'm sorry," Harry winced.

She shook her head, "It's for the best. They hated each other. My mom doesn't know what to do with suddenly having a witch for a daughter. I spend a lot of my summers with Alicia these days."

Harry didn't know what to say. He was pretty sure anything he could come up with would be horrible.

"What are you planning to do after school?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," She sighed. "I love quidditch, but I'm not good enough to go pro." She held up a hand. "I'm not fishing for compliments. Have you seen the pros? They are insane. I'll probably wind up working in a shop or something."

"I can't play quidditch anymore," Harry shrugged. "They say being a werewolf is an unfair advantage."

"Only in the minor leagues," Katie countered. "It doesn't matter in the pros. Training, experience, and a special diet bridge the gap."

Harry raised his eyebrows at that information. He didn't think professional quidditch was in his future. It was good to know it was an option. He wasn't sure if he wanted to pursue it though.

"Were you planning on going pro?" She asked.

"I don’t know," He sighed. "I had wanted to be an Auror like my dad, but I know for a fact they don't hire werewolves. Playing pro quidditch would be awesome." He blushed. "I kind of like the idea of being a dad."

"That's sweet," She squeezed his hand.

Harry's eyes dashed to the edge of the Forbidden Forest as they got closer. The local critters fled as he approached. He frowned at the sound of rapidly fleeing spiders. Damn, he would have chased them down if Katie wasn't here. Shifting to his wolf form meant his stomach would grow giving him plenty of space for some chewy-gooey spider meat.

"Is everything ok?" Katie asked following his gaze.

Harry nodded, "We're fine. They know to keep away."

"Tough guy, eh?" Katie teased.

"Didn't you hear?" He teased right back. "I'm the Big Bad Wolf."

"Does that make me little red?" Katie purred.

Harry took a deep, calming breath. It backfired as the scent of the forest swirled around them turning it into a tantalizing bouquet. Katie pulled him toward a spot clear of trees.

"What are we doing?" He asked.

"Taming the bid bad wolf," Katie said looking him in the eyes.

Her pupils dilated, her breathing increased, and her heart echoed in his ears. Harry didn't trust his voice to work beyond growling. He nodded. Katie dropped to her knees.

"Take off your pants," Katie whispered. Her voice was full of desire.

A pulse of transfiguration changed his clothes into strips of cloth without a command. He didn't care how impressive it was, but Katie seemed to enjoy it. His hardening member sprang to attention without the restricted clothing.

Katies eyes widened with delight. She leaned forward, taking his cock in her hand before slowly bringing it closer to her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head before teasing the rim. Dropping lower, she nuzzled his sack with her nose, taking a deep breath of his scent. She groaned as she began to kiss and lick his balls. Harry's breath caught as she took one into her mouth.

Katie pulled back, sliding her tongue up one side of his shaft, noisily making out with his member. Her lips paused at the head of his cock, opening wide before slowly working his length into her mouth. She made sure to keep eye contact as much as she could manage.

Wrapping her lips around his head, she swirled her tongue around his rim. The sensation drew a groan from his lips. Katie hummed contentedly and took him deeper, sucking harder. Bobbing her head up and down his length several times, she moved languidly, as if to savor it before finally pulling off of his cock with a pop.

His hips flexed of their own accord, while he ran his fingers through her blonde hair. She took that as a sign and forced herself to take him as deeply as she could. His hands gripped her hair, holding her in place. His orgasm ambushed him. Katie let out a little squeak as he let loose pulse after pulse of his cum.

Harry jolted as he felt the motion from her throat as she swallowed. The sensation teased his oversensitive crown. Once she was certain that she hadn't missed a drop, Katie leaned back to look Harry in the eyes. She stroked his member to make sure the hardness didn't fade.

Katie stood once he was hard again. She swished her robe from side to side as she raised it over her head. Harry's cock grew back to full mast as he watched. Her thighs were smooth with sleek muscles. His mouth watered as her wet lower lips were revealed. She had trimmed her bush into a triangle that pointed to her clit. Katie unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off. The bounce was amazing to watch. His breath caught as her breasts came into full view. They were perfectly her. Perky, firm, and just the right size. Capped off by light pink coin sized nipples

She straddled his lap. She dragged her slit along his shaft, teasing them both. Their eyes locked as his head slid inside. Harry pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. Katie moaned into his mouth as she sank lower. His voice joined her as her tight heat enveloped his cock. They broke the kiss, their foreheads pressed together, and gaze locked on each other as she settled on his lap.

Katie buried her hand in his hair while the other gripped his shoulder. His hands firmly squeezed her ass. He had stolen a few appreciative peeks in the past and he was pleasantly surprised to find it was just as delectable to grope.

She began to rock back and forth. Harry tightened his grip. Her eyes fluttered as he began to work her up and down his length. He started to go faster and met each downstroke with a thrust. Katie mewled as she felt him reach deep. She had no doubt she would had a bit of a limp.

Their pace grew in speed and force. Neither was sure how long it continued. The slap of their bodies echoed across the quiet night. Harry shifted his grip from her ass to her shoulders. He pulled her down in time as he got closer to his release. Katie stifled a scream as the increased intensity set off the strongest orgasm she had ever had. Harry pulled her into another kiss. Their tongues danced. Katie sucked on his bottom lip when they pulled apart sending him over the edge. He held her tight as he slammed as deep as he could. The waves of heat accompanying each burst of his seed sent Katie on another orgasm. They rode it out together. Harry kissed along her neck as she rocked back and forth in short, quick movements. Katie rested her head on his shoulder.

She gave him a loopy smile. Harry returned it with one of his own. He gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. Katie began to drift her fingertips through his hair.

"Will you bite me?" Katie whispered.

Harry stilled, "Was that why you asked me out here?"

"No," She shook her head. "Sure, I'm a little weird for liking werewolves, but I told you. I've had a crush on you for a while."

"Then why do you want to get bit?" He had to ask.

Her hand paused, "I don't want to complete my NEWTs to end up working in a shop. Being a werewolf sounds amazing even if we don't stick together."

"No," Harry propped himself on his elbow. "We would be in this together. Even if we don't stay… involved, we're sticking together. You're part of the pack."

Katie buried her head in his chest, "Does that mean you'll bite me?"

"You should take some time to think it over," He tried to argue.

She sighed, "I thought this over before you became a werewolf. I would have asked professor Lupin last year if he wasn't so depressing."

"I haven't bitten anyone before," He whispered.

"I get to be your first bite too," Katie ghosted her teeth along his collar bone.

Harry rumbled in reply. He closed his eyes as she moved along down his chest.

"Harry," Her voice was barely above a whisper.

He opened his eyes to meet her gaze. His heart leaped into his throat. Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight.

"Please," She whispered.

"You could die," Harry tried to argue.

"I trust you," Her breath tickled the patch of skin she had nibbled.

He was out of arguments. There were probably dozens he could have used. Higher thought wasn't in the cards as she snuggled against him. He leaned forward, kissing along her neck toward her shoulder.

Katie let out a pleasure filled gasp as his teeth sank into shoulder. It wasn't a deep bite, just enough to break the skin and taste blood. He didn't want to accidentally take a chunk out of her. Plus, she could easily hide the bitemark.

She went stiff against him. Her body shook. Harry held her tight against her body. He could feel her body temperature increase. Her heartbeat thundered in his ears. He stroked along her spine as she shuddered.

Katie's eyes widened. Her pupils went from round to a slit before growing to the point only a sliver of color was visible.

"Oh," She gasped. "Oh, wow."

"Is it over?" He asked.

Katie nodded, "I think so." She paused. "Why am I so hungry?"

He didn't want to admit that a stone of despair vanished as he watched a content smile settled on her face. Harry laughed. He wasn’t alone anymore.