Thread: Taming the wolf, a Hogwarts romance. (The Deviant x Wolfman)

W-Would you like me to help you clean up before you get dressed, Professor? She blushed a crimson red and the scent was unmistakeable now. She was aroused. Before he could formulate a coherent thought of protest, she had removed the cage and produced a pail of water and some washcloths. She came crawling to him on all fours rapidly yet sensually, and Filius felt some of his resolve starting to give. Is there something this woman does that ISN'T infused with sensuality he dimly wondered as she gingerly started wiping away the caked blood from his face. I'm really sorry about last night, I shouldn't have rushed the brewing. We'll try again next month. At that, Filius gently took her hand. A delightful jolt passed through him as he touched her. She was smooth, warm, and soft to the touch, and her face was troubled. By the sound of it she apparently thought she'd failed him. Such a notion was so unprecedented for Filius that it was his turn to look at her mutely for a moment while blinking one-two-three times. Then ...no. No! Aurelia, The Wolf was in control of me and my body, but I remember everything! For the first time I can remember what the wolf felt and thought and did. As The Wolf ate the stag you conjured, I watched you smile and go to sleep. I remember The Wolf being frustrated then sad as it realised that it was trapped. He paused. There was more to this, though, wasn't it? But all that is beside the real point here, Aurelia. You have done more for me the last 24 hours than anyone ever have. My parents allowed me to stay under their roof, locked away in their cellar during the full moons. But the day I turned 18 I was shown out the door and left to fend for myself. He sighed, a long ragged sigh. He'd tried telling his parents that he couldn't control The Wolf, but they refused to listen. They'd had a hard enough time accepting that magic existed and that their son had an aptitude for it. The fact that he'd been cursed by an affliction that turned him into a bloodthirsty beast three nights a month was the straw that broke the camel's back. And then it all came tumbling out The loneliness as he was ostracized from wizard society and how alienated he felt with muggles. How he'd worked his fingers to the bone to make something of himself after he left Hogwarts, juggling jobs and studies and always being mindful of not accepting evening or night shifts when the moon was full. How wizard girls had shunned him when they learned of his condition, how he'd made a mess of it and attacked a girl when he'd conveniently 'forgotten' to mention his condition and had forgotten to keep track of the moon. He spewed the story out, alternating between anger, sadness, and frustration as Aurelia helped him clean up. As he talked, he absentmindedly took one of the rags to cover his private parts. He looked at her with gratitude. And then you came. A brief selfconscious smile, then Do you know, I became aware of your scent before I even saw you. It tugged at me as I sought you out. But it wasn't until you went up to greet hagrid that I knew for certain that it was you. I'd noticed you, of course, but I didn't connect the scent with you until you were closer. Filius paused. He was about to overstep his bounds as a professor. It could mean his job. But he'd never met anyone like Aurelia. And I was attracted to you. You scent. Your beauty. Your generous heart. Your cleverness. It was torture to... to... He faltered as he looked her in the eyes. She had been wiping his face for him as he had busied himself getting the blood off his hands. Her scent was overwhelming now, and Filius lost the internal struggle of control. He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the mouth. He felt her exhalation against his lips, how impossibly soft and delicious her lips were and how hot it had become, all of a sudden. Then he broke the quick kiss, embarassed. I'm sorry, he said, but the temptation was too great. He didn't meet her eyes.