Severus
The moment the full moon was high up in the sky, his wolf sighed, ("It's time. Let me take it from here.")
"Let's get this over with."
He was shoved mentally into his small corner of his mind, but that did not detract from the pain of his bones lengthening, his muscles becoming more defined, and black hair spreading all over him and his claws forming. He couldn't help it: he screamed and screamed, until his body became that of a very large wolf, much more of a wolf in shape than Remus Lupin's half man shaped wolf form.
Once he settled into his wolf form, he ran into the Forbidden Forest, and he began to relish the feeling of running, of the sheer freedom of the dirt, grass, and leaves crunching beneath his canine paws. His eyesight had never been more keen, his strength never stronger. He was a newborn werewolf exploring his world for the first time, and he absolutely loved it. Why did Lupin hate this part of his life? The freedom? The power he felt around him and inside of him?
He journeyed further into the forest and encountered the den of stags and their does. Hunger flared inside him, and he licked his chops as he laid in wait for the stags to leave the does defenseless. The last thing he needed was to get into a scuffle with them. He counted the time in the breeze among the trees in the way the moon was placed in the sky. Two minutes, five... The stags moved away, and they went down to drink at the edge of the Black Lake.
Now. Now was the time. He pounced, his teeth and claws ripping into his prey. The doe screamed, and the herd tried to fight him, but he was stronger. He overpowered them all with frightening ease and scared most of them off, save for the last buck, her mate obviously.
Severus watched in the corner of his mind as his wolf attacked with such strategy that it made his blood run cold. The wolf snapped his jaws onto the buck's exposed throat, and it was over. The wolf howled in victory, and the moon shone her light on to him, seeming to bless the two kills he made. The wolf ate them bare, raw and bathed in the Black Lake. The venison tasted bloody but strangely good in this form, although he knew that in his wizard form, he would be sick from food poisoning.
The wolf wandered back to the castle grounds and spotted Hagrid. The wolf thought of attacking the half giant wizard and then did a mental shrug, seeing him as not a threat and moving on. What took him so long to return to the whomping willow was the damn branches of the tree itself. Without a wand to even perform non verbal magic, he had to rely on his wolf's agility and strength to locate the knot at the base of the trunk that would freeze the tree's branches, granting him access to the Shrieking Shack.
He went inside, and he could smell...her. The mate. His Luna. Severus could feel himself coming back to himself, and that was when the pain of forming back into his wizard form began, and it did not stop until he blacked out, and knew nothing more...until he woke up in bed in the arms of his mate...
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Hermione
I knew that Severus was back when I heard first the whines of a dog in pain, and then...his screams. I ran down the stairs and found him shifting back into his wizard form, and he was having a hard time of it because his body was literally changing before me.
I knocked him out magically and levitated him to the queen sized bed in the bedroom portion of the Shrieking Shack. He was naked, and yet his wand seemed to be strapped onto a holster on his right thigh. I moved my wand to lie him down onto the bed and moved my study things into my purple beaded purse.
He had been cut up in some places and knew I had to be the one to heal him up. I quickly averted my eyes when it came to seeing his privates, but then sharply chastised myself: Look at him, coward! This will be your husband. This is no time for girlish modesty here. You have a job to do so do it.
I pulled out my Essence of Dittany and wiggenweld potions that I kept in my purses First Aid kit and did the arduous task of making sure he didn't bleed to death on me. When I was certain he wasn't going to die on me any time soon, I took the time to study my mate. He would never be called 'model handsome,' or the clean cut sort of good looking, but even without the wolf thing hanging between us, there was no doubt that his dark looks appealed to me.
"You look terrible," I said out loud, combing his soft black hair out his eyes by hand. "Just please don't let this be human blood I had to clean off. Although, I don't think you would dream of slacking off on drinking your wolfsbane."
I saw him stir, and his black eyes fluttered open. He shivered as he groaned, "Next time you decide to patch me up, we're doing this inside the castle."
I laughed, tearing up. "Sorry. Now I know you're officially on the mend, for your snark has returned. Your wolf is much more polite."
Severus laughed quietly. "To answer your earlier question, no, I did not kill any of the Weasleys, as tempting as that prospect is. I did kill Bambi, though... or Kaelin did."
"You evil bastard. Now Thumper and his friends won't have a buffer to deal with that insufferable owl."
"I never claimed to be a good man, witch." He eyed my ivory silk robe and remarked, "This suits you. I expected cotton or something along those lines for sleepwear."
I blushed. "Well...um, this is a special occasion and all."
"Is it? You should wear silks to bed all the time." He sat up to look at me better.
"Should you be moving?"
"I'm fine, witch. I feel my wolf healing me of the cuts I sustained already."
"I take it it's against the rules for you to um...well, wear a condom for this."
He rose an eyebrow. "Ah. Yes, I believe so. Thank the gods. They're dreadfully uncomfortable to wear."
"Oh. I can understand that. So, what happens now?"
He scooted closer to me. "For now, I want to ease us both into this. It's been a bit of a dry spell for me. How lucky I must be to break a cardinal school rule tonight."
"That is an odd thing to ignore. But let's pretend for a moment. Say I'm not a student, that I'm a random witch."
"If that were true, I would be spanking you over my knee for your insolence in speaking directly to me in breaking one of my rules for a scene."
"Scene?"
He shook his head. "Never mind. I'll tell you about my past another time, especially the job I had to engage in to pay for my advanced potions schooling. For now, I must ask if I can touch you."
"Alright."
"Good enough."
He untied my robe, and slowly slid it down my shoulders, revealing my long silk gown with part of the skirt portion having a high slit to my upper thigh. He studied me, and his gaze turned heated, smoldering even. He began to caress my cheeks, and then cupped my face as he slowly pressed his lips to mine. My eyelids fluttered shut as our mouths moved over one another, and our tongues met and began intertwining.
Our hands explored one another as I explored his chest, and he slid the straps of my nightgown down to reveal my breasts. He trailed his lips down my neck, making me gasp when he nipped me along the edges as his callused hands cradled my breasts in his hands and played with my nipples. He trailed his lips down my throat, kissing and licking as he went until he closed his mouth around my nipple, making me moan at how good this felt.
"Yes, witch," He murmured, "Moan for me. I want to hear you."
"Severus...," I moaned, my breathing coming in short gasps as he expertly nibbled and circled his tongue around each nipple. "Please...please don't stop...that."
He smiled against my chest. He continued, really suckling each nipple thoroughly as they rose, pert and swollen in their sensitivity. He laid me down on the bed, and he continued his southern exploration of my body until he got to my silk panties. "May I?"
"I... What are you going to do?"
"Relax you for the rest of this. May I remove this?"
"Yes. I want to touch you, though."
"Some other time."
"Oh. Okay."
"Relax. Lie back."
I did, and I couldn't relax at first for the simple fact of who he was. He removed his wand and holster and tossed it on to the heap of where my nightgown, wand, and robe went on the floor. He kissed up my body as he explored and said nothing because he didn't need to. He spread my legs wider, leaving me completely exposed. I watched what he was about to do, and couldn't believe it. He was going to literally perform oral on me, and just the thought that that silver tongue of his was going to go inside me made me excited.
I laid back against the pillows and relished how good all of this felt after it initially felt like he was tickling me down there. But when he got to work really fingering and suckling and licking me down there, that was when my core began to throb down there. He kept at it, relentlessly tongue lashing me down there until I was all but crying the pleasure was so intense, and thighs were coated with my moisture.
"That's it. Let go, I want you to cum for me," He instructed, popping his head up as he fingered me fast and deep, hitting a strange spongy part of me that made me sob in pleasure as I hit my first big orgasm. Severus removed the three fingers he had inside me and cleaned them magically.
His smile was wicked then, "My turn now. Are you ready for me?"
I had this one last chance to refuse him utterly, but I knew deep down in my gut that we belonged to one another, and so I summoned up my confidence, "Yes, I'm ready. Please Severus, make me yours."
His expression was serious then, and he leaned in and captured my lips in a gentle kiss before pulling away. I moved to say something, but he put a finger to my lips. "Please don't. I will--I will try to be the sort of Wizard you deserve. That is all I can promise."
"And I will try to be the safe haven you need amongst your complicated life," I promised.
We shared a look of understanding then as he stroked himself to peak hardness before he adjusted himself to wrapping one of my legs around his waist to slide slowly inside of me. He pulled out, then in, slowly, then deeper again, he did this until we both felt something give way inside of me.
"Ah...that...oh wow, that, that feels odd," I commented, after he filled me up completely.
He paused in his slow thrusts to smooth my hair out of my eyes. "Are you alright? We don't have to finish this tonight if it hurts too much. I confess I haven't taken too many virgin witches to bed before."
I caressed his smooth cheek. "No, it's alright, really. Just, go slowly."
"I will try. Move with me."
"Like a dance."
"Obviously. Dance with me."
He resumed his thrusting, and I held on to him as I began to move my hips to match his. I found that that felt so much more natural me. I closed my eyes, but he kissed me and whispered, his voice hoarse but soft, "Don't. Let me see you, lioness. I need to see you looking at me."
After that, we stared into one another's eyes as our bodies picked up the pace, moving at a more frenzied pace as my nails scratched at his back as he thrust hard and deep inside me, as if he was marking me as his from the inside out. Our kisses were deep, passionate as he pounded me into the bed, the mattress squeaking, protesting this harsh treatment. I lost count of how many times he brought me over the edge in the climaxes, but after the second, my body accepted him fully as I wept in ecstasy over and over again.
Severus then slowed down as he then gave me one last hard thrust before he whispered my name like a prayer, and he finished inside me. He trembled as he rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.
After he calmed down, he rolled slightly off to the side, while keeping our bodies connected. I was trembling as well, and I kissed him. He kissed me back, and remarked, "I can safely say that my dry spell is officially over."
I smiled. "That was-"
"Something-"
"Beautiful," We finished at the same time.
"Yes," Severus agreed, yawning, "We should sleep. We have to maintain our roles once we go inside the castle once again."
I frowned. "I almost wish we didn't have to pretend that I am anything less than how you treated me earlier."
He withdrew out of me, and my body protested the warmth of him inside me already. "As how? My personal little fuck doll? I did try to be gentle, but I am not a gentle lover by reputation."
I propped my head on my hand to look at him. "I meant the loving attitude, the swearing of our vows. They weren't Unbreakable Vow worthy, but still, they felt like marriage vows all the same."
He brushed his thumb across my lips, tracing them as if to memorize their shape for later recollection. "Ah, yes, those. I meant every word, lioness. But by necessity, we must keep this part of our lives a secret."
I yawned. "I agree. I won't like it, but it's for the best."
I got up out of bed, and hunted for my wand. I found his wand as well, and left that alone. I cleaned us both up magically since the Shack did not have a shower, apparently. Once that was done, we settled into bed, sleeping back to back. My insides felt deliciously sore, a stark reminder that what we did was a very real thing that I wouldn't mind doing for a long time. With that happy thought, I settled in to sleep, and we both slept the sleep of the well satisfied until the morning when we had to pretend everything was normal in our lives once more....