But not Harry.
As a werewolf, he felt a strange kinship with the forest and its inhabitants. And so, he found himself wandering its paths, his senses heightened, his body tingling with anticipation.
It was then that he stumbled upon Colin and Dennis, two Slytherin students who were poaching food from the forest. They were huddled over a dead unicorn carcass, their faces lit up with a mixture of disgust and fascination.
"Well, well, well," Colin sneered, looking up at Harry with a smirk. "If it isn't the freak of Gryffindor. What brings you to our humble feast?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued by their audacity. "I could ask you the same thing. Poaching in the Forbidden Forest is a surefire way to get expelled."
Dennis snorted. "Please. We're Slytherins. We know how to keep our mouths shut."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, I bet you do."
Despite himself, Harry found himself drawn to their boldness, their disregard for the rules. And so, he joined them in their feast, tearing into the raw flesh of the unicorn with relish.
As they ate, Colin and Dennis flirted with Harry, testing his boundaries and seeing how far they could push him. Harry, in turn, played along, teasing them and keeping them on their toes.
The atmosphere between them grew more heated and charged with each passing moment. Harry, unable to resist the temptation, leaned in to kiss Colin, who eagerly responded.
Dennis, feeling left out, interjected and tried to assert his dominance once again. "Hey, what about me?"
But Colin and Harry, now emboldened, turned the tables on him and took control of the situation. Harry, now fully embracing his werewolf form, pinned Dennis down and began to seduce him, while Colin watched with a wicked grin.
Colin and Harry took turns teasing and pleasuring Dennis, driving him wild with desire. Dennis, unable to resist, succumbed to their charms.
As the night came to a close, the three of them lay entwined in each other's arms, exhausted and satisfied. Harry, still in his werewolf form, looked down at them with a satisfied smirk.
Colin and Dennis, still reeling from their encounter, couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for Harry and his power.
Harry, sensing their change of heart, offered them a final playful insult before disappearing into the forest. "Don't forget to wash the unicorn blood off your hands, boys."
Colin and Dennis, left alone, couldn't help but smile at the memories of their wild night. As they gathered their things and prepared to leave, they couldn't help but feel a newfound appreciation for the forbidden and the thrill of the unknown.
Harry, watching from a distance, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at the night's events. As the three of them went their separate ways, they couldn't help but wonder what other forbidden pleasures the forest had in store for them.
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