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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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Hermione looked at the werewolf. She was aware she was shaking but there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. She had made her choice and now she had to live with it, but that didn’t mean it was going to be easy to face.
‘I know I said I would do anything . . . .’ she began.
‘But now you want to renegotiate,’ Fenrir said bluntly. He stared at her intently for a moment, a look of amusement crossing his face. ‘Sorry, Hermione, but we made a deal. You made me make an Unbreakable Vow, remember?’
Hermione nodded. ‘I know that and I wasn’t trying to get out of what I’d agreed to. It’s just . . . .’ She broke off, seemingly unable to continue.
‘What? Tell me.’ The werewolf was interested in what she had to say. So far Hermione had been straight with him and he had no reason to suspect she wouldn’t continue to be; after all, the Unbreakable Vow worked both ways.
Hermione blushed. ‘It’s just that it’s my first time,’ she said quietly, sounding far more scared now. ‘I’ve never done . . . well, anything really . . . .’ She broke off again and took a deep breath, then said, ‘Please be gentle with me, Fenrir. I’m really nervous.’
The werewolf laughed raucously. ‘I don’t really do gentle, love. But don’t worry, you’re going to enjoy it. I can promise you that.’
Hermione didn’t believe him but there was nothing she could do. She was bound by the Unbreakable Vow just as much as Fenrir, no matter what he did or how much it hurt.
Fenrir, still watching her closely, grinned again. ‘You need to relax. It’ll go much better for you if you do.’
Hermione watched him for a moment. ‘Please don’t be smug about this,’ she pleaded. ‘Lucius Malfoy is always so smug and that’s what makes me hate him so much. I couldn’t bear it if you were as well.’
Fenrir gave another gruff laugh as he moved towards Hermione, wrapping his huge arms around her. ‘No smugness from me. I find that aspect of Malfoy’s personality at least as objectionable as you do,’ he promised. More gently he said, ‘You’re shaking.’
‘I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I told you I’m nervous.’
‘I’m not going to hurt, injure or kill you so what have you got to be nervous about?’ Fenrir asked.
Hermione stared at him archly. ‘What do you think? I’m nervous about having sex.’
The werewolf looked surprised. ‘But that’s nothing to worry about. It’s wonderful . . . it’s going to be wonderful.’ Then, when Hermione still didn’t look convinced he continued, ‘I suppose we should take you back to your room as you’re still a prisoner. I assume it has a bed?’
Hermione nodded. ‘I don’t really want to go back in there, though.’
‘I’ll never get you out of here. Malfoy would kill us before he allowed that to happen,’ Fenrir told her honestly as he released her, ‘and at least the bed will be more comfortable.’
With resignation, Hermione took Fenrir’s hand and led him out of the room towards the stairs. She was still nervous but the sheer terror had gone. Now she had resigned herself to what was about to happen she was feeling calmer although, she had to admit, a little disappointed.
Lucius’ disgust at her choice she had expected, but she had hoped it would lead either to her expulsion from the Manor or to Fenrir insisting that he take her elsewhere to complete their union. She realised she should have made it a condition of their agreement, but she hadn’t thought of it until it was too late; she had only just managed to get the vow completed in time as it was.
Of course, Lucius didn’t know about the vow and was expecting the werewolf to kill or transform her, but that wasn’t going to happen — and she didn’t think the stunt she had just pulled would make Lucius any more inclined to release her once Fenrir had finished with her. The only way she was getting away from Malfoy Manor was if she escaped. Perhaps if she could please Fenrir enough she would be able to convince him to help her.
She opened the door of the hated room that she had called home for the last few weeks. She honestly detested being in here, and adding a large werewolf to the small room didn’t make it any more appealing.
‘Not exactly salubrious, is it?’ Fenrir noted drily as he looked around the sparse room. ‘I never realised Malfoy Manor contained any rooms this bare, apart from the cellar. Every room I’ve ever seen has been ostentatiously over-decorated.’
‘I don’t suppose Lucius wanted to waste a decent room on me,’ Hermione said with a shrug.
‘Yet he still wanted to fuck you. He’s a massive hypocrite, Lucius Malfoy, although I expect his wife doesn’t come to this part of the house much, which would be why you’re housed here. I wonder if he would have moved you somewhere nicer if you’d agreed to his request?’ Fenrir sounded amused. ‘Mind you, I can’t really blame him for wanting to fuck you, Hermione. After all, you are delicious. He must be so angry with you right now.’
‘I don’t care. I’ve never liked him and I’m not a hypocrite, so I wasn’t going to give in to his blackmail. I am probably completely mental, though.’
‘Why, because you chose me? You know you’re perfectly safe because of the vow. I think you’re extremely clever, Hermione, and Malfoy seriously underestimated you because he didn’t think you could possibly be as clever as he thinks himself to be. His ego has always been his Achilles heel and this time was no different.
‘He is, however, extremely dangerous and vindictive. Once he realises just how much you managed to get one over on him he’ll be on the warpath. At the moment he’s expecting me to kill you . . . or turn you, and I’m betting he had no intention of letting you leave the Manor alive if that happened. Once he realises you’re still you, he’s going to want you even more, just to prove a point, and that’s when you’re going to need to be really clever.’
Hermione looked worried at Fenrir’s words, knowing he was right. She hadn’t considered what was going to happen afterwards.
‘Don’t worry, you’re mine now,’ Fenrir said in a voice so deep she could feel it in her bones. ‘I won’t let him touch you. But remember, Hermione, you agreed to this so you’d better be prepared to live with the consequences.’
‘What consequences?’ Hermione asked, frowning.
Fenrir smiled. ‘Do you think becoming my mate is going to be easy?’
‘Your mate?’ Hermione looked at him in shock.
‘Of course. Your insistence that you remain the same changed the whole nature of our agreement. For werewolves, sex is usually just sex, without any ties or favour, and I’m sure you can imagine how it ends with humans — obviously you can, judging by the vow you insisted on. But when we choose to take a mate . . . something that only happens once in our lives, it’s a permanent attachment.
‘By asking me to subjugate my natural behaviour you initiated that process. The only way for me to be with you in the way you want is for me to make you my mate. Fortunately, the idea of spending the rest of my life with you is acceptable; after all, you are a beautiful young thing, which is why I agreed to your request.’
Hermione was shaken to the core by Fenrir’s words. Stupidly, because she had not had a chance to consider it properly she had assumed that once the werewolf had finished with her he would release her and if she managed to get him to help her escape she would be free to return to Hogwarts and live her life once more, no different from the way she had always been. But now he was telling her she would be saddled with him forever — and Merlin only knew what being his mate would entail in the long run. Perhaps Lucius would have been the better choice after all. However, it was too late now. She had made the vow, and if she didn’t stick to it she would die. And that had been the whole point of the vow: Hermione didn’t want to die.
‘How’s that going to work?’ she asked quietly.
‘Hard to tell. Mating between humans and werewolves doesn’t happen often,’ Fenrir said with a shrug. ‘But I wouldn’t worry about it now. First, you need to give me your beautiful body. That’s all that I’m interested in at the moment — and that quite often does happen between werewolves and humans.’ He moved closer and took her in his arms once more. ‘Time to give me your precious virginity, Hermione.’
Hermione closed her eyes as Fenrir’s face came towards hers, his mouth opening. Those long, fanged teeth made her afraid even though she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. But the kiss, when it came, was no less normal than kissing Ron, although she knew the arms holding her could squeeze the life out of her without even trying.
Fenrir picked her up as he kissed her and carried her to the bed, and although she was still shaking and her heart was pounding fit to burst, Hermione knew she had to make herself enjoy this. She had to forget that Fenrir was an animal. He was her lover now and she had to accept that.
Fortunately, the kisses, sweeter and more passionate than she had expected, helped, as did keeping her eyes tightly shut, and as she lay on the bed beneath him she tried to relax.
‘I know you’re not gentle, but please don’t take it too quickly,’ she whispered. ‘I know you’re not going to hurt me, but . . . .’
Fenrir gave an amused rumble of a laugh. ‘I would think you would want this over as quickly as possible, Hermione, especially the way you’re acting.’
Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him. ‘What do you mean, the way I’m acting?’
‘You don’t want to look at me,’ Fenrir pointed out. ‘You’re scared and shaking and I disgust you.’
‘No. Lucius Malfoy disgusts me, you don’t. I told you, I’m nervous because I’ve never done anything like this before. I would be the same with anyone,’ Hermione insisted. She reached up a hand to stroke the werewolf’s face. ‘I’ll admit you being a werewolf does give it an added frisson that wouldn’t normally be there, but I still don’t want you just ploughing into me. Slower is gentler, even if it is still rougher than with a normal man. I want to enjoy this with you, Fenrir, so please, take it slowly.’
Fenrir chuckled deeply. ‘You’ve already got me wrapped around your little finger, Hermione. Mani only knows what the future holds. Slow it is, then.’ He leant to kiss her again. ‘To start with, anyway,’ he added once the kiss had finished.

Hermione lay with her head on Fenrir’s chest, listening to his steady breathing, his arm wrapped loosely around her. She knew she was grinning, ecstatic from the huge rush of endorphins that had flooded her body, but she didn’t care. She felt amazing and it was all due to her wonderful lover. For a moment she wondered whether she would have felt this good with Lucius, but she was fairly certain she wouldn’t have done. Fenrir was her mate and they were obviously destined to be together.
She shuffled up the bed a little so her face was at the same level as his and bent to kiss him, a tender peck on the lips at first, which turned into something deeper as Fenrir kissed her back.
He was awake!
Hermione’s blood raced at the knowledge, and even though her body seriously ached from their previous encounters she could feel the dull pain of desire already building up inside her. Sex with the werewolf was everything he had promised and more, and even knowing the way things were going to go between them once they started again did nothing to dull her ardour.
Despite his insistence to the contrary, Fenrir had actually been quite gentle with her, at least for her first time, and she had discovered that he was an exceptional lover, going out of his way to ensure she was happy with what they were doing . . . and she had been extremely happy.
Hermione had a suspicion that things wouldn’t have been quite so enjoyable if the vow hadn’t been in force — as Fenrir said, mating made everything different — but now she had no qualms about being the werewolf’s mate. She still had no desire to be a werewolf herself but she was happy to be his lover, and the more time they spent in each other’s arms the stronger the feeling grew, although she was aware there were some parts of the relationship that were going to take some getting used to.
She had been a little shocked at how rapidly Fenrir recovered after they made love the first time. Although Hermione's knowledge of sex was somewhat vague she was under the impression that men took a little while to recover after ejaculation. But he was ready to go again within minutes even though she felt nowhere near ready to continue.
It was at that point she had discovered the first difference between humans and werewolves and the downside to being Fenrir’s mate. He explained that in order to be completely sated, both sides of his nature had to be fed. He had taken her as a human but the wolfish side still required attention, and urgently. Hermione was not best pleased to discover this previously unmentioned side effect of werewolf sex and was even less so when he added that they would have to do it again almost immediately, followed by a reminder that she was bound by the vow.
The second time was far scarier than the first. Hermione had become used to Fenrir in his most human form, but in his more wolfish aspect, he was terrifying. For a moment she feared the vow would mean nothing to him any longer. But although he was noisy and his fangs were bared several times he hadn’t bitten her, and she came through it with nothing more than some discomfort — the werewolf was definitely not gentle.
Afterwards, he tried to explain, although this area was somewhat new for him, too. Normally during sex, he had no need to worry about his form and so quite often he would change mid-coitus, both sides of his being satiated in one glorious tryst. That was too dangerous with Hermione, as in his heightened state of arousal it would be too easy for him to lose control, but there was no other way of dealing with the need that filled his entire being once sexual contact was initiated.
It was also becoming increasingly obvious that now they were mated their desire for each other was almost insatiable.
After another couple of bouts with the werewolf, Hermione badly needed to rest and Fenrir told her to sleep. But although she dozed, and despite her discomfort, the close proximity of her lover soon aroused her once more and before long she was raring to go again.
To his credit, Fenrir tried to delay her using hunger as an excuse to take him away from the bed in order to give her a chance to recover, but she soon found that separation made the dull ache inside her core worsen and so she followed him, eventually tracking him down to the kitchen with the help of a house-elf. They didn’t make it back to her room before their next coupling, and by the time they finished Fenrir had to carry Hermione as she was unable to walk.
‘I’m glad you’re awake,’ Hermione said. ‘I need you.’ Her hand moved, finding, as expected, Fenrir’s erection and she squeezed.
Fenrir gave a small growl. He was as ready to make love as Hermione was but was worried by the incessant arousal between them. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before he seriously hurt her, even though he didn’t intend to.
As ridiculous as it seemed, something that he had always imagined being only an old wolves’ tale appeared to be coming true, and he had no idea how to stop it. The worst bit was that in his rush to make a decision, forced on them both by Lucius Malfoy, he hadn’t even considered the possibility the story could be true; in truth hadn’t even thought about the story in the first place, and now he realised he had been rash.
Now they were mated, his and Hermione’s arousal would be increased whenever they were together, the desire to rut pretty much overwhelming all other needs. He had been aware this would happen before he agreed to the Unbreakable Vow, but he hadn’t properly considered what effect Hermione’s remaining human would have on the coupling.
It was already clear from the few times they had made love so far that her body wasn’t going to be strong enough to withstand repeated assaults on it, especially when the wolf was in ascendance, but the longer they were together the more intense their arousal would become; Hermione’s weakness would do nothing to dampen it. Fenrir growled again as Hermione’s tongue caused the most unusual sensations to run through him.
Werewolves usually didn’t bother with foreplay. Once they were aroused they were hard and ready to rut, and whilst they didn’t always fuck their own kind they always followed the same rules. But Hermione, as his mate, seemed to need more. Although her body desired his, Fenrir had quickly realised that it wouldn’t necessarily be ready to accept him in the way he wanted.
He had discovered that he rather enjoyed using his tongue to prepare her, the taste of her body driving his arousal to even greater heights as did the cries of pleasure she emitted as she became more liquid. But then Hermione insisted on pleasuring him with her beautiful mouth in return and he finally understood just how exquisite foreplay could be.
Fenrir concentrated for a moment, willing himself not to shift form as he had a tendency to do when he was in the throes of passion. A change, even now, could be fatal for Hermione and then, because of the vow, for him too.
It was hard not to just let himself go and enjoy what Hermione was offering, but his beautiful mate had no idea what she had got herself into when she agreed to the union and he hadn’t yet had a chance to explain it to her beyond the basics.
‘Stop, love,’ he growled softly, his hand stroking Hermione’s hair.
Hermione raised her eyes to look at him but didn’t immediately stop what she was doing. He growled again. She was adorable and he needed to be inside her. His hand moved between her legs, gauging her readiness for him.
‘I need you,’ Hermione said again, smiling at him now that she had released him. She moved so she was lying on top of him.
‘I’m not sure you’re ready,’ Fenrir told her honestly.
‘’Of course, I am,’ she crooned, her voice soft and sensual. ‘I’m always ready for you, Fenrir.’
Fenrir sighed. ‘As much as I wish that were true, my love, we are both aware that desire does not make it so and I’m worried about how it’s affecting you.’
‘I’m fine,’ Hermione assured him, although in truth she wasn’t entirely certain she was fine. Her need for Fenrir seemed unnatural considering the short amount of time they had been together, but perhaps that was one of the side effects of their mating. It didn’t matter that she ached, she needed him to touch her . . . to love her, and she needed to pleasure him in return. She kissed him again. ‘How can I convince you?’ she asked.
Fenrir wrapped his arms around her before moving to roll them over so Hermione was now lying underneath him, then he gave a deep chuckle. ‘I’m sure you’ll be able to convince me shortly.’
He kissed her again, then slowly began to kiss his way down her body.

Hermione was waiting anxiously for the signal to move. She knew Fenrir was right and that she had to leave Malfoy Manor but she was already feeling jittery at being away from him. The idea of being stuck at Hogwarts, a place she knew he wasn’t welcome regardless of how safe it was for her, was making her fretful. She wasn’t entirely certain she could survive the separation.
Lucius had already attempted to have Fenrir removed once he realised that Hermione hadn’t been turned into a werewolf or killed, and locked away alone in her room once more, the dull ache of desire that seemed to have become a constant companion since she and Fenrir had mated grew until Hermione thought she was going to be unable to bear the pain of it without going mad.
It had got so bad that she had even found herself considering having sex with Lucius just to kill the incessant throb that she somehow knew only physical intimacy could soothe. But it seemed the blond Death Eater no longer had any interest in her sexually and he had been keeping a low profile. He no longer even brought her meals, instead delegating the task to a house-elf.
Hermione knew this sudden lack of interest stemmed from his having seen, whether by design or by accident she had no idea, her and Fenrir coupling during his wolfish incarnation when they had been outside the privacy of her room. It had, apparently, unsettled Lucius enough to dampen his desire for her for the time being, the werewolf told her with relish.
But she suspected that once Fenrir was ousted and an appropriate amount of time had lapsed, Lucius would return with his requests for intimacy. If she didn’t manage to escape before that happened Hermione knew she wouldn’t be able to turn him down this time as the need inside her would have grown too strong for that.
It was galling to think that after everything she had been through she was still going to end up as Lucius’ lover. Hermione's only solace was that his need to keep away from her, for the time being, meant he didn’t realise how desperate her need for sex was without Fenrir to satiate her, otherwise her ruination would already have been complete.
Fenrir had managed to visit her a couple of times since her re-incarceration, scaring the Death Eater guards that appeared to have been permanently stationed outside her door with his most wolfish aspect. The men were, understandably, unwilling to go up against the werewolf.
The feeling inside her hadn’t yet completely overwhelmed her, but it was getting harder to control all the time. Fenrir told her she needed to go back to school. Firstly, so that Lucius would have no chance to get her back but also because Professor Snape was there and Fenrir was hopeful that if anyone could help with the terrible craving it would be the taciturn teacher who knew more about the Dark Arts than anyone else he knew.
Hermione wasn’t entirely sure what the Dark Arts had to do with the feeling inside her and was nervous that they were an answer to solving it, but she had no better solution so she agreed to track down Professor Snape as soon as she could get back to Hogwarts.
It had taken Fenrir a little time to find and smuggle some clothes in for her as Lucius had shown no sign of returning her old ones and Hermione wasn’t awfully keen on the idea of trying to escape wearing only a shirt, even if she was supposedly going straight back to Hogwarts. But now she was ready and waiting, knowing that when the signal came she would have only a tiny window of time in which to make good her escape. Despite the fact that she still knew very little about the layout of the house, Fenrir had talked her through her escape route several times and she was confident she could get out.
For the first time since she had become his lover, Hermione was glad that Fenrir was a werewolf, as he would thus still be able to protect himself against the Death Eaters if need be since he had once again entrusted her with his wand. All she had to do was get out into the garden and find the spot where he had hidden it, in the undergrowth close to the gate where she was going to exit the Manor. Once outside the grounds, she would be able to Apparate directly to Hogwarts.
The wand wouldn’t work as well for her as her own would have done, but there was no way of retrieving that, even assuming Lucius hadn’t long ago destroyed it, so Fenrir’s would have to do. There was also an increased risk of her splinching herself with the unfamiliar wand but as long as she was careful she should be fine. Not that Hermione had any choice. It was the only way she was going to get to Hogwarts and at least they had the Hospital Wing if she did end up injuring herself.
Hermione had tried sitting quietly and waiting but the tension was beginning to get to her. Now she paced the room like a caged animal, trying to relieve both the stress and the pain of being separated from Fenrir for so long. She rubbed at her forehead as if trying to shift a headache. This desire she was feeling, the ache deep inside her core, was an addiction like a drug that was beginning to overwhelm her. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. She had to concentrate. Any minute now the door would open and she had to be ready to act.
She heard a noise outside the door — Fenrir drawing away her guards, Hermione assumed — and for a moment the need to see him almost made her call out to him. But somehow she managed to stop herself knowing that this would ruin all their carefully laid plans.
Hermione turned to face the door and watched intently, desperately trying to ignore the shaking and the ever-growing ache inside of her.
With a gentle snick, the door opened just a crack.
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