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The Howling	By : DarkSpyridon Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 28180 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the 'Harry Potter' series nor any of the characters from the books/movies. I do not make any money from the writing 'The Howling'.

Chapter List
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Title: The Howling

Status: WIP Incomplete

Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Remus/Tonks, Ron/Hermione, Sirius/OC, Snape/OC

Additional Categories: Alternate Universe, Action, Adventure, Angst, Drama, Romance, Violence

Genre: Werewolf! Powerful! Harry, Werewolf! Powerful! Ginny,

Season/Episodes: Goes AU during the Battle at the Ministry but story picks up at the end of Harry's 6th year.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Graphic adult themes, graphic bestiality scenes, extreme violence, underage sex (15/16)

Spoilers: N/A

Summary: Lycanthropy was seen as a Curse by many. Fenrir Greyback saw it as a blessing. Harry and Ginny saw it as the moment were everything was forever changed. Now Werewolves, the battle against Volemort has forever shifted.

Series/Sequels: N/A

Last Updated: September 19, 2013

Author's Notes: As a human being, I do not condone bestiality or any other action of questionable nature as depicted in 'The Howling'. The content written within is only due to the nature of the story itself to depict a more realistic world with such creatures. If you cannot stomach this or have morality issues, then click the back button and move on. In no way, should anyone attempt this in real life. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter Five: Revelations

It was a week later when Ginny landed in the living room of Grimmauld Place, smoke billowing from the fireplace. Her eyes automatically searched for any sign of Harry but she only saw Remus waiting for them. "Hello, Professor Lupin. It's a good to see you again."
The first full moon was approaching and as arranged, Ginny was moving into Grimmauld Place to begin lessons with Remus on werewolf culture and anatomy. The basic rundown she had gotten from Madam Promfrey included hints that her time of the month would be greatly impacted by the werewolf virus in her. According to the older woman, Ginny might feel the need to pay attention to the other gender and if it was really bad, she would feel the need to seduce them. Her senses would be enhanced, some more than others. Remus would be leading Harry and Ginny in how to handle the constant presence of their wolf in everyday life so as to prevent primal reactions. Considering they were older, Harry and Ginny would find it harder to control their urges. Remus, having been bitten when he was younger, had mastered some control of his wolf during the other days of the month so he longer felt the urges of the wolf.
The werewolf gave a small smile. "It's Remus, Ginny. I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances but it's good to see you so upbeat. How are you doing since you've left Hogwarts? Your wolf didn't try to take over?"
"Fine. The wolf hasn't really presented itself since I went home." She answered honestly as her parents came through the floor. The adults greeted each other, trying to sound positive as they exchanged pleasantries.
Finally it was Molly who addressed the elephant in the room. "Where's Harry and Sirius?"
Remus visibly deflated before their eyes, the shoulders drooping. "Ever since we've come back from Hogwarts, he's kept to his room, refusing to come out. He's taken his meals up in his room. Harry hasn't tried to talk to anyone, not even Sirius. In fact, the last time Sirius tried to talk to him, he blew up and bodily threw Sirius out of his room." The werewolf shook his head. "We've been worrying about him being locked up in his room for so long. I've talked to Dobby and he's said that Harry returns most of his meal back."
"What happened to Kreacher?" The year before, the old house-elf had tried to kill Sirius by talking to Narcissa Malfoy when Sirius had unintentionally released him temporarily from the house. By luck, Kingsley had seen Sirius being struck and quickly Banished him to the side of the room instead of allowing him to fall into the Veil. Bellatrix had screamed in anger but Harry quickly reacted, casting a Sectumsempra which nicked her breast and side. From there, the battle degraded into an all-out brawl. Bellatrix, despite her injuries, led Harry away from the rest of the group and into the Atrium of the Ministry where Voldemort was waiting. Harry's luck held and Dumbledore appeared, the duel ending soon after with Voldemort fleeing the Atrium filled with shocked spectators, a lightly injured Harry, and a calm Dumbledore. Sirius had almost killed the house elf but Remus and Ron had stopped the wizard from changing into Padfoot and using Kreacher as a new chew toy.
"We thought it would be a good idea to keep the two apart, Arthur. Despite what Sirius wants, I really don't think that Harry would be able to handle the burden of ripping the house-elf apart. We have him at Hogwarts under the careful eye of the head house elf there. He's been told to stay away from any staff, student, or visitor to the premise."
"That's probably a good idea. The poor boy has had enough on his plate already."
"Would you like me to show you to your rooms?" Remus motioned toward the staircase. The group slowly ascended the steps, Remus pointing out the changes that were obvious the visitors. "Over the past year, Sirius and I have been working on the house to make it hospitable again. We've finally identified the spells the old witch put on this place. Unfortunately, it's taking a long time to remove them." The dark shades of paint had been replaced with a lighter cream color. The Slytherin-accented decorations were gone, replaced by landscape and animal decorations.
"What type of spells were they?" Ginny asked, taking in the changes in the old townhouse. She noticed that most of the animal décor were lions and tigers.
"I discussed them with Bill as he was the one that discovered them. Let's just say Sirius' mother was more demented than we thought. As for your earlier question, Molly, Sirius is at Hogwarts to talk with Albus over what will happen with Harry and Ginny. Despite that the knowledge of the Shrieking Shack isn't known to the majority of the student population, there's the fact that Pettigrew knows the original purpose of the location so its safety has been comprised."
"I'm sure they're also talking about the recent changes to the werewolf laws that Amelia has been pushing through." Arthur said.
"But Voldemort doesn't know that Ginny and Harry are now werewolves."
"Albus doesn't want to take the chance that Voldemort may attacked the Shrieking Shack during the full moon, Molly, especially considering Hogwarts will have werewolf students in the first year class this semester. Even on a full regimen of Wolfsbane Potion, a fully transformed werewolf can still be dangerous. There are some basic instincts one can't fully control and Death Eaters don't have the same moral limitations we do. Right now, we're looking at other options beside Grimmauld Place. We're thinking of using Potter Manor since Godric's Hollow is out of the question." Remus stopped on the first landing, turning back to look at the Weasleys. "Of course, Albus talked with the Minister and has confided the secret to her but even before then, she has agreed that werewolves were mishandled in general and refuses to continue with the barbaric practice during and after her term. It seems she's also entered talks with the Goblin Nation in securing more equality in the Wizarding world in exchange for managing the criminals we're currently holding." They resumed their trek back up the stairs.
"I talked with Kingley at the Ministry the other day and he's told me that they actually put collars on the prisoners' necks and if they leave the boundary, they die." Ginny told Remus.
Remus nodded. "It was one of the first things the Goblins did when they took over control of Azkaban prison.
"I thought that Voldemort already entered Azkaban prison." Ginny asked, ignoring the squeak her mother released when she had said the Dark Lord's name. "What would stop him from breaking in again?"
"For one, there are no more dementers on the island so there's a greater concentration of force there. For number two, Goblin wards are so much different than the wards made by wizards. They keep the knowledge of their own wards to themselves. Voldemort will be very hard pressed to break through them unless he has the right knowledge. Also, there have been changes to the physical layout of the prison that the Goblins are not confessing, not even to Amelia herself."
The Weasleys looked at each other, not ever having heard such a thing. "They changed the layout?"
"It makes sense, Ginny. The prisoners have been broken out before, like in fifth year. It's probably structured after the Bank." Arthur commented, thinking over the twisting tracks in the dark. "If it is, breaking out of the prison now would be even harder than before."
"Are there any other laws that Amelia is planning on changing?" Molly asked.
Remus immediately answered. "The werewolf laws for one. It's now being recognized as a disease and they're offering Wolfsane potion to those who can't afford it as well as a place where they transform if they don't have a secure place to transform in. They still have the Registration however, but it's been made private now. They're still debating if a werewolf should be allowed on the forces like the Aurors and the Unspeakables." Lupin headed down a hallway. "They've also increased funding for research and experimentation. The last I heard on that was the team assigned to the task has started communications with another, more established research team in Transylvania who's been working on it for the last ten years now since Damocles invented the potion."
"What are you saying, Remus?" Molly caught the smile dancing around the werewolf's lips. She had seen something that Remus had never shown before while talking about his lycanthropy; hope.
"A possible cure to the lycanthropy. They've successfully isolated the virus from the samples they collected at various points during the month. Previous samples would change according tohte time of the month. Considering the high rate of infection, none of the scientists wanted to run tests during the full moon. Recent breakthroughs, however, in handling active lycanthropy samples has made it safer so more tests are being done. They're finally using the full active virus in determining new leads for cures instead of having to work on dormant virus samples. They're hoping to engineer what the Muggles call a vaccination, an injection that would prevent the spread of the lycanthropy."
"Oh, that's good news!"
"The Transylvania team at the moment is focusing on the pathway the lycanthropy virus infects human cells. Once they understand it completely, perhaps they'll find a way to stop the spread of lycanthropy and perhaps even a cure." Remus' lit up. It had been tough on him his whole life for what happened to him when he was a child. He had seen it tear his family apart, his dad dying from the knowledge the deal he had with Fenrir had cost him his son's happiness and his mum had died a few years later when his mother had died from trying to keep food on the table. His saving grace had been James' parents who had given him the money to survive. Remus had used most of it build a room capable of keeping the werewolf inside as well as buying the expensive ingredients for the potion.
They stepped on the landing. "Arthur, you and and Molly can have this room here. It's the biggest after the master bedroom and Harry's which was Regulus' old room. It wasn't easy packing all thes tuff up as he tended to study them for hours. His parents' room didn't take much time at all. Sirius didn't care about his parents' belongings. He just chucked them over the banister and let them fall to the first floor." Remus pushed the door open, revealing a room that looked more at place in the Burrow than Grimmauld Place. "Sirius and I picked out the décor to make you more at home."
"Where am I sleeping?" Ginny asked.
"You'll be sleeping on the third floor. Come on, I'll show you while your parents settle in." Remus led Ginny away while the Weasley parents entered the bedroom. "Dobby will have dinner ready by five." As they went up a flight, Remus could hear Molly give an unladylike snort. No doubt, she would be arguing with Dobby over who was going to make the meals at Grimmauld Place.
"You know, Remus, I'm surprised the house isn't decked out in red and Gold. I thought Sirius would be thumbing his nose at his mum."
Remus traded a grin with Ginny. "You're so right, Ginny. Initially, he wanted to have red walls with a gold trim but thankfully, he realized that such décor would be extremely tacky considering the gold trim. I was able to suggest colors with subtle red and gold highlights as well to have some of the bedrooms have different color schemes. Harry's room is more forest-themed. He wanted to give you a pink-girly themed room."
Ginny gasped in mock horror. "If he did, I would bat-boogey him!"
Remus laughed. They had reached Ginny's room which was near the staircase and overlooking the lower and upper floors. A good spot for someone who wanted to sneak up and down without being caught. He opened the door to reveal her room for the summer. "Don't worry, I talked with Dobby and we have it decked out in Harpy colors."
"Thank you, Remus!" Really, it was Ginny's dream room. Her old room at the Burrow was girly, decorated by her mum when she was 8 and given her own room. Unfortunately, she had no say when her mum took the task to pick out the decorations. The frills and the light shades of pink were not her colors. Though it could have been worse, like Chudley Cannonball Orange.

Arthur watched as his wife began moving about the room, putting away their things without using her wand, a sure sign was bothering her. "It's going to be okay, Molly. Everything will work out."
The graying redhead stuffed her socks into the bottom drawer. "How do you know, Arthur? How do you know everything will work out? Our daughter is a werewolf after getting infected by her boyfriend in his werewolf state. I've heard about what happens when it happens like that. The wolf inside of Harry will see Ginny as its mate, as his. If their relationship doesn't work, Harry will become territorial if anyone tries to date Ginny. And there's the fact that the werewolf in Ginny will see Harry as hers. She'll feel the compulsion to mate with him." She sat down the bed. "It's already tearing Harry from her."
"He's still in shock." Arthur wrapped his arms around Molly, rubbing her arms. "We're the only family he knows besides Remus and Sirius. Because of his relatives, he thinks everything is his fault and with that type of influence, he thinks he lost us too." He kissed his wife's forehead. "Harry's too noble for his own good sometimes."
Molly twisted her hands, stretching the hem of her shirt. "There's also the fact of that compulsion, Arthur. They're getting to that age. It happened to us with Bill. They're too young to be making love." She gave a dark chuckle so unlike herself. "I know it's hypocritical of me, but to bring a child during these times isn't a good idea, especially with Harry being who he is."
"It's part of the werewolf biology." Arthur blushed slightly at the look Molly gave him. "I talked with Remus last week when we crossed each other at the Ministry. He said that once they find a companion, the werewolf will have some tendencies to want to be with their companion for certain things, whether it was sexual in nature or not."
"So if they want to -"
"Then we'll have no choice unless we want an enraged werewolf or two on our hands. It will be difficult but we have no choice, Molly. We'll just have to adjust. When we were raised, things were so much different, with old prejudices. Things have changed, Molly. I don't want to run the risk of alienating our daughter nor the man she loves"
"They're too young. She's too young." Molly protested, wringing her hands. "How can they know they'll be happy together?"
"Because when I look at her, she reminds me of you, Molly. We were young too. Unfortunately, they now have to go through this challenge. And we'll do our best to support her and him, even if those choices aren't the ones we like." Arthur said firmly. After a second's hesitation, his wife nodded.
Arthur left to go talk to Remus. Molly continued to sit on the bed, wringing her hands. Despite the words of her husband and the others, Molly couldn't stop herself from remembering the stories and gossip her parents had said about werewolves. As much as she loved Harry, she didn't want him near her daughter. Not until he could keep control of the animal inside of him.

Ginny paced the confines of her room, biting her lip in thought. The moment she had returned to her room, she had wondered about the grim situation Remus had painted the moment they had flooed to Grimmauld Place. She knew from her experience in 5th Year that a brooding Harry shouldn't be allowed to ponder for long on events that were bothering him. By the sounds of it, they had let him over since they had left Hogwarts. By now, Harry had blamed himself of the events, hence the physical violence against Sirius. No, Harry had to be set straight.
Which was why Ginny was currently debating the course of her actions. She couldn't wait for him to come out of his room and if she waited for a chance at Hogwarts with the Marauders' Map, it could be a long time before she saw him. No, she had to go all in.
If there was anything she was sure of, it would be her ability to unlock anything anyone believed was secure. Ginny thanked her upbringing. How many times had it come in handy with the twins?
Ginny waited until she believed everyone was asleep, knowing the construction of the house dampened any noise. Still, she carefully snuck out from her room, heading toward the lone floor where Harry lived. Kneeling at the closed, unassuming door. Ginny tapped her wand against the heavy ward. She wasn't a natural intellectual genius like Hermione but Ginny wasn't a slouch in her studies. Almost immediately, dim runes beginning to trace across the surface, evidence of the unique locking spells Harry had placed on the door in an attempt to isolate himself.
And from the looks of it, it was definitely going to be a challenge.
Calmly and aware of how exposed she was, Ginny went to work. Harry had used a wand signature to lock on all of the spells he had used, keying them all to him so he could be the only one to remove them. Definitely made it harder for her but not impossible. Slowly, she wove deep into the magic and began to pull the threats apart. As her magic brushed across the familiar signature. Ginny felt an echo deep in her body. The ears of her wolf pricked up, the heat beginning to curl in her belly, a wetness seeping from her. Behind the door was the musk of her mate. Her skin warmed as the wolf began to pace. Hyperaware of her wolf and Harry's scent, she begin the arduous task of removing the wand signature spell first.
Ginny grinned in success as the runes disappeared, standing up. Her hand reached out and opened the door. Ginny quickly slipped through and closed it behind her even as Harry turned from where he standing to stare at her in amazement which quickly turned to lust and panic. In the dim light, Ginny could see his bright green eyes begin to change, a feral gleam growing as his own wolf came to the front, the pupil slitting.
"Ginny, what are you during here? You can't be here." He said, taking one step closer to her before pausing, his hand clenched then unclenched, his nostrils flaring. "Get out Ginny. Please before I do something." His body began to tremble. Her own nostrils flared, taking in the musk filling the room, her skin tingling. Harry's hands fisted then relaxed rhythmically, the fingernails clawed, the muscles in his body standing out as he tried to control himself. The air throbbed with the power radiating from Harry, the waves thick and heavy.
And it called to her own wolf which seemed intent on answering.
Her wand clattered to the floor from her nerveless fingers, the slow burn in her belly moving downward to that junction between her legs as her own wolf began to wrest control from her. Harry's nostrils flared again, taking in the pheromone laden air between them.
The next movement, Ginny slammed into the door, Harry's body crushing hers as growls reverberated in her chest, his wolf broken free. Harry buried her face in her neck, smelling her, his hands gripping her hard.
Despite her very best efforts, Ginny could feel the wolf take complete control of her body, stretching its lithe body to entice the male wolf hungering after her. The muscles under her hands tightened and relaxed as Harry tasted her, laving her soft skin with his agile tongue, nipping her soft throat. Ginny moaned as his hands travelled down, tracing her sides to her waist before reversing back up, taking her shirt with it. He pulled back enough to pull it roughly off, discarding it without a thought. The cloth hadn't even hit the floor before Harry's mouth was back on her, suckling her breast through the cotton bra she wore. Ginny's hands went to his head, holding it there as he continued to suckle. She moaned as the image of Harry's children suckling at her swollen breasts invaded her mind before melting into an image of a russet wolf contentedly laying on its side, a litter of puppies suckling serenely, Harry at her back, looking on in protection.
She whimpered as she felt his hands creep past the hem of her pants. The claws scratched at her skin as they sought for that throbbing junction but it wasn't painful. The moment the claws slipped into her channel, she began to rock on them, trying to get them to go deeper in her. A brush of his thumb on her clit had her bucking harder. The burn in her veins had ignited into a white hot inferno, a fire that demanded to be quenched. Unknown to Ginny, her own eyes were slitted, amber replacing her chocolate brown irises.
The sharp pain of Harry biting her breast had her howling her climax loudly. Before she could even register what had happened, Harry had her slung over his shoulder, heading toward his bed, his very large bed. He threw her on top, reaching to tear off his own clothing with his claws.
As he disrobed, Ginny's eyes widened at the massive amounts of scarring covering his torso, the one on his side, the mark, wrapping around to disappear along his back. Her wolf yipped happily as more skin was revealed. It was a sign that her mate was a fighter, someone strong, an alpha to father her children. Her thighs unconsciously rubbed together at the thought, the inner skin wet with her juices as she caught sight of his thick, heavy erection hanging above his full balls. At the base hidden among the dark curls was a slightly larger bulbous gland, veiny and red.
The bed dipped as Harry climbed onto the bed, his wolf eyes on her. She couldn't take her eyes off of the man stalking toward her, everything on full display. A dark line trailed from his belly button to the hard flesh, widening into the bush of black hair.
Just as dark as his pelt. Ginny thought, her body flushing in remembrance.
As Harry reached her, she opened her legs instinctively, shoving her jeans down. Grabbing both pant legs, Harry tugged them off, discarding it over a shoulder. Ginny's heart rate increased as Harry moved over her, settling between her thighs. She shivered, the feel of Harry's weight pressing her down was intoxicating.
More her wolf whispered, trying to rub against the hard body.
Harry reached down, grabbing one leg and lifting it higher on his waist, opening her up. He growled at her as she moved, flashing his white sharp teeth in warning. She stopped, her wolf growling back and flashing her own set. Harry's other hand shot out, wrapping around her throat and pressing down. Ginny snarled, one hand clamping down on the offending as the other tried to lash out at his face but he was too fast for her. Her own claws stopped millimeters from his unblinking eye in his right hand.
Using his own greater strength and weight, Harry pressed down, bending her in half. Ginny struggled, fighting against the male above her. Harry shifted his hips, his erection falling into the snug warmth offered by the female under him. Ginny arched up, trying to rub against the hard flesh. Harry ground his body, sliding in the wetness seeping from his mate's hole.
Ginny whimpered as she felt him move against her, her body on fire from the need to have it in her, He continued to thrust, his hand still clamped around her throat.
He bared his teeth at her. Submit.
She mewled, her wolf desperately trying to get him to fuck her.
He stopped. Submit.
Ginny planted her feet on the bed and tried to thrust up but Harry moved away. The fire continued to burn. Her core was throbbing with the need to be filled, to be taken, to be claimed. With a small howl, she surrendered to the male, to her mate who had restaked his authority over her.
Feeling her body relax under him, her head falling to the side to bare her throat to him, he gave her what she wanted.
A second howl ripped from Ginny as Harry slammed into her in one thrust. Her hands dropped to the bed covers, fisting the heavy quilt as her body shook with each thrust. Her wolf was howling in concert with her, reveling in taking. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to drive him in deeper.
Oh Merlin. This is what Ginny had longed for since waking up in the infirmary. Growling grunts and pants sounded in her ear as Harry moved, riding her hard. She had never felt so full in her life, never felt so complete.
"Yes! Harder, Harry, harder!" She finally yelled, not caring that her parents were practically asleep under the same roof. All she cared about the man between her legs and the flesh cleaving her in two. "Take me, make me yours!"
Harry snarled, his hand going from her throat to her hair and pulling hard to the side. His head dropped to her neck. She screamed, his teeth sinking into her flesh again even as his cock drove deep, something popping into her body. A second later, she felt a hot flood bathing her insides. Harry's body jerked as he delivered the final spurts of his come into her. In the back of her mind, Ginny's wolf yipped in content.
Her hands left the twisted covers, sliding in the slick black locks, over the sweat-covered back. Ginny hummed as Harry licked at her neck, lapping up the blood.

Everything was hazy, as if Harry was trying to wade through a thick fog. The only thing that he could sense clearly was the soft expanse of skin under him, the warmth seeping into him. In its embrace, he felt safe, loved, cherished. He snuggled in deeper, trying to bury himself further so he could never leave it.
And the blood coating his mouth, thick and metallic.
Blood?
Horrified, Harry jerked back, wide eyes gazing down on the visage of a well-fucked Ginny laying under him. Panic set in. He tried to get off of her but was immediately stopped by an intense pain flaring from his nether region, Ginny flinching as well.
"No, don't move. We're tied." Ginny said as he tried a second time only to be met with the same results.
Tied? He looked down where his body met Ginny's, a hard column of flesh buried between her nether lips. It was then the fresh, graphic images hit him in full force; crushing Ginny against the wall, throwing her on the bed, forcing her to submit, taking her like an animal.
"I raped you again." The words fell unbidden from his throat but he knew they were true the moment he heard them in his own ears. His stomach roiled, bile rising in his throat. Almost immediately, he felt small hands grip his face, forcing him to look at Ginny. He tried to look away but the grip in his limbs were astounding.
"I want you to listen to me, Harry James Potter." Ginny said forcefully, her brown eyes serious. "You did not rape me. I wanted it, I wanted you."
"What?" Harry gaped, not understanding what she was saying.
"You did not rape me. I wasn't fighting you."
"But you did! You tried to scratch me, to get me off-" He started blabbing, distinctly remembers her struggles to get him off. There was no other way to interpret those movements.
"I wasn't trying to stop you for the reason you think." A blush began to form over her cheeks, something that caught his attention. "I was testing you, Harry. To see you were worthy of being my mate."
"What?" Mate? When had Ginny had started talking like that? "Ginny, you're under the influence of your wolf. This isn't really you that's talking. I took advantage of you and for that I'll never forgive myself, especially for the fact that I took you that night and infected you when you trusted me to protect you."
"I don't blame you for that, Harry. I should have died that night and you should have been taken to Voldemort. At the very least, I would have been made Greyback's bitch. You saw what he wanted to do, what he did." Harry growled, his wolf remembering that the intruder had tried to take what was not his. Ginny smiled sadly, stroking his cheek to calm him. "Thanks to you, none of those situations happened. Instead, we both survived. Yes, a little worn for wear but alive Harry."
"It wasn't worth it-" Harry began but yelped as Ginny smacked him. The wolf lunged forward in his mind but Harry only tightened his fingers in the bed covers, unwilling to hit Ginny but he couldn't stop the growl from building in his chest.
"We're ALIVE, Harry, and I don't have to live with burden that I was the cause of your death. Do you think I wanted to live with that for the rest of my life?" Ginny shouted. "I had to watch as Greyback literally try to rip you apart. When you won, I was so happy."
"But then I turned on you, Ginny. You tried to run for it."
Ginny took a deep breath. "I won't lie to you, Harry. At first, I didn't want it. After all, which girl wants to have sex with a wolf?" Her hand dropped to his chest. "At first, it hurt bad. I wasn't ready for it, especially for my first time. The longer it went on, though, the pain began to go away and I felt the pleasure so I focused on that." A blush began to creep over her cheeks.
"What are you saying?"
The blush deepened, Ginny mumbling, too low and fast even for Harry to catch. "What?"
"I liked it, okay, Harry. I loved it."
"You what?"
"I loved it."
Harry's eyes widened as the words finally sunk into his brain. "You loved it?" Ginny nodded her head, lowering her eyes so she wouldn't have to see the look of disgust over her confession. "You don't hate me?"
"I don't hate you, Harry. How could I? You were trying to save me and you did. You killed one of the most dangerous men that follow Voldemort."
Harry gazed at Ginny, seeing her embarrassment. She hadn't run from him. She didn't hate him. Now even now when he had taken her so violently. He bent closer, letting her scent fall over. He nosed her cheek, bringing her eyes back up to him. He couldn't hold it against her. "I don't hate you, either, Ginny. I had dreams of it too but I wasn't taking you against your will."
Her hand came up, resting back on his cheek, her thumb gently massaging his cheekbone. "You're not going to dwell more on it, Harry?"
"I'll try. It's the best I can give you." Harry leaned into the touch, letting the movement comfort him.
"I can accept that. I'll just make you remember when you forget." Ginny moved her hand to the back of his neck and brought him down into a hard kiss. Harry groaned deep in his chest, her tongue invading his at first. His elation at knowing Ginny didn't hate him, Harry felt the wolf come back up. Unlike before, he didn't really fight it. His member hardened inside of Ginny. He gripped her hips and began to move.
Ginny broke the kiss, moaning as he withdrew and slid back in. Her legs wrapped around his hips, locking above his flexing bottom. Her hands fell to her shoulders, holding on, forcing Harry to rest his arms on either side of her under her shoulders. The change in position allowed him to suck on her skin, bringing bruises to the surface, marking her. He hissed when Ginny followed suit, nipping down hard on the cords of his neck.
Her walls clamped down harder on his cock, her cries escaping from her as her head fell back. Harry noticed her blush spreading across her breast and shoulders, creeping up her neck to her face. Then, she screamed, her legs clamping down hard. Her hips bucked up once, twice, a wetness flooding over his cock and balls. He groaned as the new wave of female musk wafted up to him.
He groaned, picking up speed as he felt the tingling in his balls. Mine. Mine. His mind chanted. He slammed in one final time, pushing the bulbous gland back into Ginny's body. He flooded her again.
"Fuck." Harry gasped, collapsing down on Ginny. This time, he was aware of the renewed knot.
"That was much better." Ginny muttered, feeling sore. Perhaps the lycanthropy increased her pain threshold? That was something to search for in the books Remus had given her. There was no way she was going to Remus something so personal.
"The wolf wasn't so prominent." Harry noted. Indeed it wasn't. Unlike the other times where Harry looked through a thick haze, this time, he was more aware, more able to influence the violent needs of the wolf. He laid his head down on Ginny's chest. It was something to think about.
"I need to get back to my room before mum catches me. With everything that went on, I don't think mum would take this well." Ginny thought out loud.
"Do they hate me, Ginny?"
"No, they don't. They're just sad that you have to go through something like this with everything else. Plus, my brothers feel guilty over not being there for us.' Ginny threaded her fingers through his black locks. "Everything is going to work out."
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The Howling