Broom Closet Encounters - In Another Hallway

It was getting close to the full moon. There was still a little over a week, but Remus was already feeling the effects. He didn't talk about all of the things his body went through. His friends, while supportive, just couldn't relate.

Remus had never told anyone. The first sign of the approaching moon was his libido. He got really, really horny. It was one of the reasons he always distanced himself from others. His senses were already heightened, this close to the full moon and they went into overdrive. Breathing, eating, and something as simple as clothe over skin became a cacophony of sound. Worse of all was his sense of smell. It was absolutely insane how many girls walked around in an aroused state.

It was supposed to be the guys who were horny all the time. Turns out, it was teenagers as a whole.

The worst part was the recently fucked smell. So many broom closets were bathed in it. His only reprieve from the onslaught of scents was mealtime. Usually, food overpowered the smell of the various stages of arousal.

Today was not one of those days. James was covered in a cloud of after-sex. Even the soup and freshly laundered clothing did little to cover it. From the looks of things, only Remus could smell it.

"What's wrong, Moon Moon?" James asked. "You've been staring daggers at me all morning."

"The elves made you a special breakfast." Peter offered pointing to the plate of barely cooked bacon.

"You need another shower, Prongs." Remus grabbed a handful of bacon and began to eat it aggressively.

James stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he meant. His cheeks began to heat up once he realized what the werewolf was talking about.

"I took one last night and this morning." James shrugged.

Remus suppressed a growl. The mood swings sucked. His friend wasn't trying to wage an olfactory assault. James was telling the truth. There were two thorough overlaying scents of soap mingled together, but they still did little to cover the smell.

A small part of him wondered if it was due to the fact that he was horny. Another, much louder voice, told the first to shut up and get laid. It would only get worse the closer it got to the full moon.

He found himself scanning the table for possible partners. As much as he hated to admit it, Lily Evans was one of the girls he wanted. The wolf wanted her too. A low growl rumbled in his chest as visions of her belly swollen with his cubs.

Remus forced the thought from his head. His deep, ragged breathes slowly returned to his control. He couldn't do that to James. She didn't have the same scent lingering on her, meaning James had sex with someone else. Remus was loyal to his pack, even if James wasn't.

His gaze moved on down the table, trying desperately to find someone else. Each girl he was interested in was already with someone or working toward a relationship. He shifted his hunt to the other tables.

Closing his eyes, he let his nose take the lead. He needed a quick shag, not a relationship. Maybe someone he could meet up with on a regular basis. Remus couldn't remember it ever being this strong in the past. He was practically ready to start humping the table. The only good thing so far about the day was that it was the weekend. He wouldn't have to hide his erection through a full stretch of classes.

His nose twitched as he picked up on an alluring scent. Arousal with a thin cloak of perfume mixed with a natural musk. It made his mouth water. He opened his eyes, tracing the current of air that delivered the scent to him.

He followed it back to a seventh year Hufflepuff. She had curly, bright orange hair. Her name escaped him. Unfortunately, the school robes did little to show off her figure. The expression on her face was a mixture of a genuine smile and masked desire. He followed her gaze, finding her target. Another seventh year, a Gryffindor.

Arthur something or other. Good bloke, a little spacy, but solid. He didn't seem to notice the attention.

"Wormtail." Remus snapped.

The boy next to him jumped. Peter knew everyone, even if they didn't know him. He was perfect for gathering information and had his ear to the ground.

"Yes, Moony?" Wormtail eyed his friend cautiously.

"Seventh year, Hufflepuff. Orange hair." Remus motioned to her with his head. "Who is she?"

Peter leaned over to get a look. He screwed up his face in thought.

"Molly Prewitt." He spoke after a moment. "Two older brothers. They graduated last year. Word is that she could have a list knocking on her door if she wanted an apprenticeship for potions. Why?"

Remus didn't answer. His gaze stayed on the girl. He got up a moment after she did. Molly had a couple of friends with her. They giggled when she waved at Artur who gave a polite smile and returned the wave but didn't seem to grasp the meaning.

He stalked behind the trio of girls, waiting for his chance. Molly stepped into a restroom while the other two continued on. A quick sniff told him she was alone.

Remus slipped in after her. She was touching up her make-up. Her eyes went wide when she saw him.

"This is the ladies." Molly's voice had plenty of volume and heat to it.

Remus closed the space between them. Molly took a step back, finding that she could retreat no more.

"Want you." Remus growled as he came to a stop pressed against her.

She squeaked.

"I have a boyfriend." Molly whispered.

He could hear her heart speed up.

"Liar." Remus leaned closer, his lips hovering over the skin of her neck.

"Fine, I don't have a boyfriend." She huffed. "That doesn't mean I'm just going to shag some random Gryffindor."

Remus smiled. "Liar."

He pressed forward, grinding his hardness against her. Molly gasped.

"Is that your wand?" She gasped.

"No." Remus leered at her.

Molly seemed to think it over for a moment. Remus didn't flinch as she drew her wand. She pointed it at the door. Even without his enhanced hearing the sound of the lock engaging was clear.

"Show me." She challenged.

Remus took a step back. He undid his pants and hooked his fingers along the edge. Looking up, he could see she was staring hard at his crotch. Her breath had increased, her ample chest bounced wonderfully.

"Go on." Molly kept her gaze firmly on his package.

Remus dropped his pants, exposing his raging hardon. Molly's jaw dropped. One of the lesser-known perks of lycanthrope was staring back at her.

Shaky hands reached toward him.

"Now you." Remus whispered.

Molly shrugged off her robe. She had a full figure with an hourglass shape. The wolf howled inside of him. This was a bitch made for breeding. The scent of her arousal was driving him crazy.

"Off, now." He commanded.

Molly stripped off her top and dropped her skirt without hesitation. Remus tore his shirt off, tossing the shredded remains onto the floor. He grabbed her hips, practically taking her off her feet as he pulled her forward. His tongue flicked her perfectly round, pink nipples. He paused, letting the touch of air coax them to hardness.

She moaned, spurring him to continue paying attention to her breasts. He alternated between her breasts, pinching, and rolling one nipple while he licked and nibbled the other. A warm, soft hand wrapped around his shaft. Remus groaned as she began to stroke him. Her grip wasn't nearly as hard as he wanted and her pace was too fast, but he didn't care.

Remus grabbed her by the shoulders. Molly startled, her hands dropping to her side. He spun her roughly to face away. His grip shifted to her hips, pulling her back a step. On instinct, she grabbed the sink to stay on her feet.

Molly let out a long, low moan as she felt a finger stroke her wet pussy. She looked in the mirror, watching as he licked the moisture from his hand. For a moment, she swore his eyes were gold. That thought was interrupted as the head of his cock smacked against her slit. Her eyes bulged as he hilted himself in her, rocking her onto tippy toes.

Remus, and the wolf, went wild. Loud, sharp slaps echoed through the room. He set a blinding pace. Each thrust pulled his length out until only the head remained before slamming back into her. Molly moaned as he had his way with her. Her eyes were open, but she couldn't see anything through the haze of lust.

Usually, Remus liked to think he was a compassionate lover. He hadn't gotten the courage up to do more than a few kisses, but he did his best. Now, he didn't care about this girl. She wasn't going to be his girlfriend; they weren't going to Hogsmeade or a walk along the lake. Hell, he doubted they would even talk again after this.

He could feel his end approaching. Remus leaned forward. He roughly grabbed her large, swaying breasts and pushed himself faster. The clap of their bodies together grew louder.

Molly went rigid, her pussy clamped down on his shift. She let out a scream that almost sounded like a howl. It was too much. Remus hilted himself into her, pulling her hard as he pushed deeper. He howled as he let loose inside of her. Her body shuddered as thick bursts of his seed filled her.

Remus breathed heavily. Slowly, he pulled out of her. The wolf was sated for now. In fact, the building discomfort had faded considerably. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to keep her around.

"See you next month." Remus started to get dressed.

He left Molly bent over the sink, his seed dripping down her leg.