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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Remus_Lupin/Severus_Snape, Remus_Lupin/Harry_Potter, Remus_Lupin/Harry
      Potter/Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Ron_Weasley, Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Werewolf_Mates, Werewolf_Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Sexual_Content,
      Anal_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Porn
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-31 Words: 1792
****** A Happy, Happy Halloween ******
by SardonicAngelofFallen
Summary
     A werewolf, a Potions Master, and a Chosen One walk into a Shrieking
     Shack...
Notes
     So my Halloween work, pretty much just porn. Apologies for the sucky
     writing, it just popped into my head.
   "Oh come on Harry it's simple! You just have to sneak into the Shrieking
Shack by going under the Whomping Willow and come back with one of the
curtains. Or are you scared that a werewolf is going to get you?" Ron grins at
Harry teasingly, holding the map that the twins gave Harry. 
   "I'm not but there's Dementors everywhere Ron! They might smell me or
something. I attract them like bees to honey," Harry pouts, wishing he hadn't
taught his dorm mates truth or dare yesterday after mentioning when Dudley
played it during the summer and ended up boasting all August about kissing a
girl. 
   "Come on mate they won't find you under the cloak. Just bring the map with.
Fred already showed you how to stop the tree from moving. It'll be as easy as
eating treacle tart. And you can't back out, you said that was the rules," Ron
pops a chocolate ball he snuck from the feast in his mouth. 
   Harry sighs in defeat getting up, to the pleasure of his dorm mates, "I
bloody hate you guys. When I get back Ron you're going to give me some of that
fudge for this," he grabs the map and slips on his cloak, leaving the dorm. He
sighs sneaking out when a pair of seventh years come through the portrait. He
keeps his eyes on the map as he treats to the back entrance of the castle.
Thankfully no one is about the moon light lit halls he treads. He escapes
through the door that is curiously open to the back of the school, putting the
map away once he's on the grounds. Why is it so quiet? Sure it's a full moon
but Dumbledore wouldn't let a werewolf on the grounds. Or let a Dementor so
close to the school. It shouldn't be so tense out here.., Harry shakes his head
and quickens his pace. He draws his wand as he sees the tree. He stops a good
distance away, darting his eyes to the sky nervously before pointing his wand
to a good size rock. 
   "Wingardium Leviosa," he mutters flicking his wand. The rock rises and he
flicks it over to the knot on the tree. It stills and he runs to hidden
entrance to the tunnel, nearly tripping as he dives in while the tree starts to
move again. He pants and removes his cloak, stuffing it in the pocket of his
too large jeans, "lumos," Harry speaks and starts to walk down the tunnel, eyes
looking over the root covered walls uncertainly. As he gets closer to the end
he starts to hear things and stops, listening for a few seconds. He shakes off
his nervousness, continuing down the tunnel. He gets to the end of the tunnel
and pauses, listening to above. He thinks he hears panting but puts it off to
his hesitation. He gets out and pauses, cancelling his lumos. 
   "Ugh..yes!"
   Harry freezes hearing that but curiosity of who cried that out pushes down
his fear of being caught. He gets up and creeps to the doorway of what he
assumes is a bedroom to be paralyzed at what he sees. 
   Professor Snape is there, as naked as the day he was born with a..creature
who looks like man and beast mixed with greying skin and patches of thin, tawny
fur speckling it on top of him. The actions of what is going on is obvious to
the young teen. He wants to stop looking but can't do it. Instead his eyes
wander to gaze over his professor's body. There's a scar of a claw scratch on
his left shoulder with numerous other silvery scars on whatever pale skin he
sees. With the light hitting his skinny, near starving frame he looks nearly
angelic. Harry shifts as his gaze heads to where the creature and Professor
Snape's bodies join. A long, angry red muscle protrudes with a circling of
black hairs. Harry's mouth goes dry as his face flushes when he realizes how
bloody hard he is to watching them have sex. Oh god..oh bloody fuck I'm getting
off on watching my least favorite professor in the universe being fucked by a
creature, Harry shudders and he squeaks at the realization. Instantly the two
stop. 
   The creature growls and raises his lips to show its sharp, yellowing teeth
before sniffing the air and stopping the menacing display. Instead it's arms
release from the little mattress while Professor Snape turns his head to stare
at Harry, his black eyes boring into his soul. 
   "Potter you need to stay calm. And don't you dare move," he orders, making
Harry stiffen but start backing up. 
   "P-professor yo-you're..I-I'm sorry..," Harry starts to stutter turning
redder while the creature gets off of him, Harry can't help but to look at the
large animal who stalks toward him, sniffing the air. 
   "Potter. Stop. Moving. He will not hurt you unless you show yourself as a
threat to him," Severus starts to stand, pulling a ruined sheet over him though
he knows the damage is done and by how Remus is acting he might claim his 'cub'
as an other mate. 
   Harry goes rigid to that, staring at the creature and his eyes. They look
familiar to Harry but he can't figure out from where. Without warning the
creatures muzzle goes to his neck, his wet nose against his flesh, "p-professor
what is he doing?"
   "He is scenting you Potter. Have my classes taught you nothing?" He snaps
standing there, "if he nips or such submit. It's easier if you do."
   Harry's eyes go wide, "s-sir wh-what will be e-easier I-if I do?" He
whispers frightened to the statement though his arousal doesn't fade. 
   "Him claiming you. If he nips..we will be sharing the same situation.
Mateship will not be difficult to him, he's usually quite accommodating as
human," Severus watches Remus as his claws rip through his clothes, leaving
Harry in old, ratty boxers. One would think the savior would know how to dress
himself, for one so young he does have..an appeal to his body. It would not be
the worst thing if I must share a bed with him, Severus thinks while his lust
filled eyes trail over the skinny form of Harry. 
   Harry blushes and shuts his eyes as he feels the claws release him from his
clothing as well as cup his arousal, "m-mateship? Wh-who is h-he a-as human?"
   "You'll find out in the morning if he mates you. He will claw your shoulder
if he chooses you as a second mate. He will then proceed to fuck you like you
witnessed him doing to me Potter. If you wish I will prepare you with a spell.
He does not like to wait," Severus grins a little, "seems like a good
punishment for you sneaking out this night. Your stupidity astounds me."
   Harry bites his lip to stop himself from snapping at his professor or gasp
when the claws tear his boxers away and wrap on his length in a surprisingly
gently way he keen to. The creature he assumes is a werewolf growls in approval
then his other paw slashes his right shoulder making him cry out in pain. 
   "Well he's chosen Harry. Don't fight he will get what he wants," Severus
picks up his wand and casts the spell to prepare Harry as he watches Remus
start to rut against him, "I suggest turning toward the wall. He will find his
mark faster then."
   Harry gasps to the feeling of his asshole being magically loosened then made
slick with some substance but turns over when the werewolf releases his cock,
pressing his forehead to the wall. I'm going to be losing my virginity to a
werewolf..I fucking hate you Ron...I will have to find out more about
werewolves after this..maybe Snape will be nice to me though after this, Harry
thinks nervously while he feels the wolf's thick cock rub against his cheeks.
He shuts his eyes tight in embarrassment while the werewolf thrusts against his
ass. He pops his eyes open when the cock breaches that private spot but moans
when it drives deep in him, thanking Snape for whatever that spell was that
prepared him enough for the thick organ that slams on something that makes him
feel wonderful. Fear dribbles away when the werewolf places his paws on the
wall on either side of him and starts to thrust slowly in him.., almost
caringly, a way that makes him whimper while his own cock weeps. 
   "Yes he's quite skilled at finding one's prostate. He starts slow. Likes to
learn your tells. You're lucky this is the last night of the moon, you'd be
stuck here till it ends if otherwise," Snape approaches, dropping the sheet and
wrapping a hand on his own cock to the display. He moved and grabs Harry's cock
and starts to stroke him with his other hand in tandem to Remus' thrusts.
   Harry turns his head and moans in surprise to Snape stroking him while the
werewolf skillfully fucks him, "p-professor?.."
   "It's Severus, Harry. Might as well use first names if we will be seeing
each other naked periodically," Severus grins and strokes faster while Remus
starts to speed up. He knows Remus will probably drop asleep once he's done
fucking Harry, he had already fucked Severus twice and he can feel the cum
sliding down his thighs. 
   Harry nods and thrusts into the callused hand moaning helplessly. A sheen of
sweat starts to form as the werewolf licks the scratch on his shoulder. Bloody
hell this is great, no wonder people like fucking.., he thinks as he fists the
wall when the thrusts get faster and less controlled. He moans helplessly as he
came on the wall and Severus' hand when he feels hot cum fill his ass with the
werewolf slumping on his small body and Severus cum on his own thighs. 
   Severus watches Remus pull out grinning as the werewolf licks his cheek
before curling onto the mattress on the floor exhausted. He turns to Harry
grinning to the tired young boy, "he's finished Harry. Come you must be tired.
I will clear your absence with the Headmaster in the morning."
   Harry nods, not pulling away as the naked older man picks him up. He turns
into the warmth yawning while he feels himself be lowered beside the werewolf
then have Severus lie behind him, sandwiching him in between. He doesn't mind,
his brain slipping into sleep after the exertion of being mated without
warning. A single thought passes through his mind before he passes out
though. I hope this happens again...
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