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Legend of the Wolf	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 31881 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Epilogue
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Sometime later Snape realised the classroom was silent again. The sounds the couple had been making had finally stopped. Tentatively, he opened the door and peered into the classroom.
‘Have you finished?’ he asked coldly. Inside he was praying to any god that might listen that Greyback hadn’t killed or mauled Hermione.
‘We have,’ Fenrir said. His voice sounded more normal, meaning that he had obviously returned to his most human form.
Snape glanced towards the place where he had last seen the couple. The werewolf was sitting on the floor and holding Hermione tenderly, seemingly comforting her. Her body was shaking and she looked unwell again, although Snape wasn’t entirely surprised by that considering what had happened between her and Fenrir.
‘Is Miss Granger all right?’ Snape asked worriedly.
Fenrir looked intently at the Potions Master. ‘Do you have a sleeping potion handy, Severus?’ he asked. He squeezed Hermione’s hand gently. ‘Give it to Hermione and then we can talk.’
Snape rounded on the werewolf angrily. He had acceded to the beast’s demands against his better judgement already and had no intention of allowing Greyback to continue to dominate the proceedings.
‘I am not just going to give Miss Granger a potion without some explanation of why she needs it, Fenrir. Sleeping draughts can be highly addictive; we don’t just give them out willy-nilly, you know.’
Fenrir sighed and looked pleadingly at the Potions Master. ‘Severus, you have to knock her out for her own good. Please, it’s the only way that Hermione will be safe. Surely you must have realised by now that she’s under an enchantment. But it won’t affect her while she’s unconscious, and it will give me a chance to explain what’s happened. So please . . . for Hermione’s sake, give her the potion.’
Snape stared at the worried werewolf and then at Hermione. She, too, looked pleadingly at him although she didn’t speak.
He sighed loudly then replied caustically, ‘All right, I’ll get Miss Granger something to make her sleep, as you asked so nicely.’
As Snape disappeared back into his office, Fenrir wrapped Hermione more tightly in his arms and gave her a squeeze, kissing the top of her head.
‘The sleeping potion will stop the effects of the charm although I’ll be honest, I don’t know what will happen when you wake up. It may a take a while for the need to build up again or it might be immediate.
‘I’m going to keep you asleep until after Severus and I have had a chance to discuss what’s happened. Hopefully, he’ll be able to help us or at the very least point us in the direction of someone who can,’ Fenrir told Hermione, his voice measured and reassuring.
He leant forward and gave her a small, chaste kiss on the lips. ‘I am not going to abandon you, Hermione, have no fear of that. But nor am I willing to subject you to this any longer. You need to sleep until we can find a way to stop the enchantment. You do understand that, don’t you?’
Hermione gave a small nod but then she smiled seductively. ‘I don’t have to go to sleep just yet, though, Fenrir. I think perhaps we should—’
‘No!’ Fenrir’s voice was loud; his hand grabbing Hermione’s where she had been attempting to take hold of his erection. He gave a low growl. He could already feel the terrible need building inside him again and it had to be affecting Hermione even more. ‘Not again,’ he told her more gently. ‘Your body is too fragile. It can’t take it.’ Almost to himself, he added, ‘Where the hell is Severus? How long does it take to get a bloody potion, for Mani’s sake?’
‘’Well, while we’re waiting . . . .’ Hermione said, her voice husky with desire.
She lunged for Fenrir once more but the werewolf was quicker. He pushed her away from him, and before she had a chance to do anything other than look surprised at his rejection he stood up and moved away from her. Hermione gave a small whimper and looked as if she was about to cry.
‘I’m sorry, my love,’ Fenrir said. He realised his voice was getting deeper again. He was beginning to change and he couldn’t let that happen, not before Hermione was asleep.
‘Severus, where the hell are you?’ he cried out, sounding angrier. ‘We need the potion now!’
Hermione had moved from her place against the wall, crawling seductively towards Fenrir and he couldn’t stop the low growl of desire that escaped his lips as he looked at her. She was so beautiful, her skin rosy and glowing with her arousal. He had to have her, had to possess her. He growled again and moved to join his lover.
. . . Except that he couldn’t move.
Snape had reappeared in the classroom clutching a small bottle. He lowered his wand as he studied the werewolf and the young woman. The freezing charm had worked on Greyback, but Hermione was still moving towards him, so Snape waved his wand again and then she, too, was still.
‘Give Hermione the sleeping potion, quickly,’ Fenrir said desperately. ‘Make sure you get it to her lips before you remove the freezing charm,’ he added as Snape moved closer to her.
Snape looked as if he was about to protest but he did as Fenrir suggested. He waved his wand and the spell lifted. Hermione was already making a lunge for the werewolf once more but Snape tipped up the bottle he was holding to her lips and some of the liquid went into her mouth, causing her to stop in her tracks.
‘Drink, Hermione,’ Fenrir told her, his voice soothing yet commanding.
Hermione gazed at him with longing for a moment, then took the bottle from Snape and drank deeply of the potion. She looked at Fenrir again.
‘It’s done,’ she said quietly.
Hermione’s eyes closed and she began to crumple. Snape reached forward to catch her before she landed on the floor. She was snoring gently. Her breathing was even and her skin had begun to lose the rosy flush it had gained.
‘Thank Mani for that,’ Fenrir said sounding relieved. ‘You can unfreeze me now, Severus.’
Snape seemed to consider for a moment but then waved his wand so Fenrir could move. The werewolf reached out to take Hermione from him, but Snape shook his head. Fenrir’s eyes narrowed for a moment but then he shrugged.
‘Where are Hermione’s clothes?’
‘In my office,’ Snape said as he walked towards it. He turned to look at the werewolf and added tersely, ‘You could do with putting some clothes on as well. I don’t need to continue seeing you in all your dubious glory, thank you very much.’
‘Jealous?’ Fenrir asked. He smiled wickedly as Snape scowled and gave a grunt before continuing on his way into the office. The werewolf bent down to pick up his robe and put it on as he followed the Potions Master. ‘Of course, I am an impressive specimen, so I can understand why you’d be jealous . . . especially with your scrawny frame, Severus. It’s amazing that Hermione was even considering fucking you . . . although, of course, she had no choice. You were all that was available.’
‘I was actually trying to stop her, you know,’ Snape replied coldly.
Fenrir gave a deep and unnerving chuckle. ‘Of course you were, Severus. Do you think I don’t know what you were about to do to her?’ He chuckled again. ‘Of course, I don’t blame you. She is gorgeous, and let’s face it, she was incredibly desperate for a fuck. If I’d been in your position I’d have taken advantage of the situation, too.’
Snape’s face began to turn an ugly shade of puce and he scowled fiercely. ‘You did take advantage of the situation, Greyback.’ The werewolf shrugged again and grinned wolfishly. ‘To be honest, I don’t know what came over me,’ Snape admitted. ‘I did try to stop her, but I don’t know . . . once she took her clothes off it became harder to say no . . . especially when she was so eager.’
‘That’s because of the enchantment,’ Fenrir told him knowledgeably. ‘It’s made Hermione insatiable and pretty damn irresistible, too, although to be fair she was already almost impossible to resist before the charm hit. It was lucky I arrived when I did, to be honest.’
Snape glared at the werewolf before using his wand to open the door to his private quarters, walking through without waiting. He definitely wasn’t sure Fenrir turning up was the best thing that had happened.
‘If she’s going to sleep we might as well put her to bed so she’s comfortable,’ he said.
Snape laid Hermione down on his bed and pulled back the covers, replacing them over the top of her. He looked down at the slumbering young woman, her face soft and untroubled in sleep. Despite the noises he had heard it appeared Greyback had done no physical damage to her, which was a mystery in itself.
From everything Snape knew of the werewolf he would have expected Hermione to be ripped apart, assuming Greyback didn’t decide to have her join his beastly crew — his reputation for savagery and his desire to infect as many people as possible with lycanthropy wasn’t just a story, Snape had seen him in action over the years and was well aware of his ferocity.
But there was something else going on here, something to do with the enchantment that had seen Hermione attempting to seduce him and happily making love with a vicious werewolf, and it had obviously affected Greyback, too. Snape was curious to know what had happened to cause the enchantment and needed to know if there was going to be any chance to help Hermione.
‘I assume you are the one who aided Hermione in her escape from Lucius and gave her your wand?’ he asked Fenrir as he turned away from the bed to look at him.
The werewolf nodded. He was still standing by the bed. ‘I had to get her away from Malfoy Manor, Severus. I put my wand somewhere she could find it, distracted the occupants of the house long enough for her to get out, then came after her as I knew what sort of state she would be in.
‘You saw how quickly her desire builds up, and unfortunately, it never stops. She definitely wasn’t safe at the Manor; at least at Hogwarts, although not entirely ideal as I’m aware I’m not a welcome visitor, no one could abduct her again . . . and to be honest, I was hoping you would be able to help us.’
Snape gestured towards the lounge area where there were two leather armchairs in front of the fire. ‘So tell me about this enchantment.’
Fenrir ran his large, rough hand gently down Hermione’s face, watching her sleep for a few seconds, then joined Snape by the fire. With his massive frame, he only just managed to fit into the chair even though he was currently in his most human form. He stared at the flames without saying anything for several long minutes, but Snape wasn’t inclined to let him wallow for too long. He needed to know what was going on.
‘Are you ready to talk, Fenrir?’ he asked, pulling the werewolf out of his reverie. ‘What caused the enchantment? I’m guessing it’s affected you as well as Hermione. You seem to have lost your bite.’
Fenrir sighed and rubbed his eyes. ‘It’s true that I have been affected by the enchantment, the same as Hermione has. Of course, I’d heard all the old tales, those stories told by the wolf mothers, but everyone knew they were nothing but stories to scare the young . . . there was no truth in them.’ He gazed back into the fire, and when he spoke again his dark voice sounded desolate. ‘Except it turned out there was.’
‘What are you talking about?’ Snape asked coldly. ‘What happened?’
‘Do you have anything to drink?’ Fenrir asked, ignoring Snape’s question. ‘I could certainly do with one, and so could you, I think.’
After a moment’s thought, Snape nodded and rose from his seat, heading towards a cupboard in the corner of the room. He opened it and pulled out a bottle, then added a couple of glasses to his haul.
‘I’ve got some Ogden’s,’ he said, holding up the bottle.
Fenrir gave a rich chuckle. ‘That’ll put hair on our chest.’
Snape rolled his eyes at the weak joke as he sat down again, already opening the bottle. He poured two large measures into the glasses on the floor at his feet, then recapped the bottle before putting it carefully next to his chair. He picked up the glasses and held one out to Fenrir, who leant forward to take it.
‘So tell me,’ Snape said simply.
‘This is Lucius Malfoy’s fault,’ Fenrir said, his voice a snarl that showed his dislike of the man.
‘Lucius?’ Snape sounded surprised. ‘What does he have to do with the enchantment?’
Fenrir took a large mouthful of his Firewhisky before he told Snape, ‘Everything. We became enchanted because of him and his lust for Hermione.’
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