Fangs, Feasts, and Femme Fatales: When Harry Potter Werewolf Gets a Taste of His Own Medicine

Suddenly, the underbrush crackled, and two figures emerged, their faces lit by the pale moonlight. Colin and Dennis Creevey, two young and mischievous wizards, were sneaking around, trying to prove the existence of magical creatures. Harry's instincts screamed at him to attack, to sate his hunger on their warm, living flesh. But as he looked at their young, eager faces, something stopped him.

"Well, well, well," Colin said, a playful smile on his face, "if it isn't the Big Bad Wolf himself."

Harry blinked, momentarily distracted. "What did you just say?"

"I said, if it isn't the Big Bad Wolf himself," Colin repeated, his smile growing wider. "You know, because you're a werewolf and all."

Dennis snickered. "And here I thought you'd lost your glasses, Harry."

Harry's lips twitched. He couldn't help it; the boys' banter was infectious. "Very funny, Dennis. And here I thought you two were supposed to be smart."

Colin shrugged. "We're not all bookworms like you, Harry."

Harry's eyes narrowed, but there was no real anger in his gaze. "Oh, really? Then what are you?"

Dennis grinned. "We're adventurers, Harry. Seekers of truth and knowledge."

Colin nodded. "We're here to prove that the Forbidden Forest isn't just a bunch of old tales and rumors."

Harry's gaze softened. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. These boys were just like him once, curious, brave, and a little foolish. "You do know that this forest is dangerous, right?"

Colin rolled his eyes. "Yes, Harry, we know. But we can handle ourselves."

Dennis nodded. "We've got our wands, and we're not afraid to use them."

Harry's eyes flicked to their wands, and he suppressed a sigh. They were just boys, after all. "Well, if you're going to be here, you should at least be careful. There are things in this forest that you can't even imagine."

Colin's eyes sparkled. "Like what?"

Harry hesitated. He didn't want to scare them, but he didn't want to lie either. "Like me, for instance."

Dennis blinked. "You?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, me. I'm a werewolf now, boys. I'm one of those things that you can't even imagine."

Colin's eyes widened, but there was no fear in them, only fascination. "Wow, Harry. That's... that's amazing."

Dennis nodded. "Yeah, Harry. That's really cool."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Cool? You think it's cool to be a monster?"

Colin shrugged. "Well, you're not a monster, Harry. You're just... different."

Harry's gaze softened. "Different, huh?"

Dennis nodded. "Yeah. And different can be good."

Harry's eyes flicked to Colin, then to Dennis, and back again. The boys were looking at him with a mixture of admiration and desire, and Harry felt a strange warmth spread through his chest.

"You know," Colin said, his voice low and suggestive, "we could use someone like you at our dinner party tonight."

Harry blinked. "Dinner party?"

Dennis nodded. "Yeah. We've been poaching food from the forest. It's not much, but it's enough for a small feast."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "You've been poaching food from the forest?"

Colin nodded. "Yeah. We figured, if we're going to be here, we might as well make the most of it."

Harry's gaze softened. "You two are something else, you know that?"

Colin grinned. "We try, Harry. We try."

Harry hesitated, then nodded. "Alright. I'll join you for your dinner party."

Colin's eyes widened, then he grinned. "Awesome, Harry! You won't regret it, I promise."

Dennis nodded. "Yeah, Harry. This is going to be a night you'll never forget."

As they ate, the conversation became more and more explicit. Colin and Dennis made suggestive comments, their eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. Harry felt his control slipping, but he didn't want to stop. He was intrigued, excited, and a little scared. He had never felt this way before, not with boys, not with anyone.

As the night wore on, the advances became bolder. Colin and Dennis touched him, their hands lingering on his arms, his chest, his thighs. Harry tried to leave, but they insisted on continuing the party. He was torn, his mind screaming at him to run, but his body refused to obey. He was trapped, ensnared by their charm, their wit, and their desire.

In the end, he gave in. He surrendered to his desires, but with a sense of guilt and unease. He knew this was wrong, that he was crossing a line he could never uncross. But he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to them, like a moth to a flame, and he couldn't resist.

As the night ended, Harry slipped away, leaving Colin and Dennis to clean up. He felt guilty, ashamed, but there was a small smile on his face as he heard Colin and Dennis making playful insults about his hair and glasses. It was a small thing, a trivial thing, but it brought a warmth to his heart.

For one night, he had been more than a werewolf, more than a monster. He had been Harry Potter, the boy wizard, the adventurer, the seeker of truth and knowledge. And for one night, he had been happy.