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

The Forbidden Forest was alive with the sounds of the night as Harry, now a werewolf, stalked through the darkness. His senses were heightened, and his stomach growled with hunger. He was feral, and there was only one thing on his mind: finding his next meal.

As he moved deeper into the forest, he caught the scent of something unusual. It was faint, but it was there. He followed the scent, his nose leading him to a small clearing. And there, under the moonlight, he saw two figures.

Colin and Dennis Creevey.

The brothers were poaching, trying to find food to take back to the castle. Harry's eyes narrowed as he watched them. They were trespassing in his territory, and he was not about to let them go unpunished.

But as he moved closer, something unexpected happened. Colin, the younger of the two, turned and saw him. He froze, his eyes wide with fear. But then, instead of running, he spoke.

"Hairy Potter?" he said, his voice shaking.

Harry was taken aback. No one had ever called him that before. But something about the name made him pause. He was amused. And so, he decided to play along.

"Yes, Creevey?" he growled, his voice deep and menacing. "Do you have any rare delicacies to offer?"

Colin and Dennis looked at each other, their eyes wide with shock. But then, they gathered their courage and offered him some of their spoils. Harry pretended to consider it, then lunged at them, growling.

Colin and Dennis tried to fight back, but Harry easily overpowered them. He pinned them down, leering over them. Colin and Dennis were terrified, but Colin tried to bluff, saying "You can't do this, Potter. I'm a prefect!"

Harry laughed, saying "I don't care if you're the head boy, Creevey."

He began to undress them, still growling playfully. Colin and Dennis struggled, but Harry's strength was too much for them. He started to nip and lick at their skin, still in his werewolf form.

Colin and Dennis were a mix of fear and arousal, unsure of how to react. Harry leaned in to whisper in Colin's ear, "You taste so much better than those rabbits, Creevey."

And with that, the power dynamic shifted. Harry was no longer just a predator. He was in control, but he was also playing a game. And Colin and Dennis, despite their fear, found themselves drawn in.

The night was young, and the forest was full of possibilities. Harry, Colin, and Dennis were about to discover just how far they were willing to go.

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