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Just Submit	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 88137 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from writing this story. All recognizable characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.

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I’m not a native speaker of English.

Thanks a lot to my betas, visitkarte and mrequecky, for correcting this chapter!

This story is mainly Fenrir/Hermione and Severus/Neville, but there will be many other paring and threesomes. For example SS/DM, HG/DM, DM/NL, HG/OC, NL/OC..... Also many OC's will appear.

Warnings: Anal,Angst,AU/AR,Beast,Bond,Death,D/s,DP,Exhib,F/M/M,H/C,HJ,Humil,Language,M/F,M/M,Moresome,OC,Oral,PWP,Rim,Rom,SoloM,Spank,Toys,Voy,WD,WIP,WS I will try to give a warning in front of every chapter! Chapter Warning: Death, Torture(not detailed), Angst, Humil

Chapter 1 – Meeting Fenrir

The war was over and the light side had lost. Hermione was lying in a dark, cold cell, not knowing where she was nor what would happen to her now. Her mind was too scarred to even care so shortly after seeing her friends die a horrible death. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she shut her eyes tight. She could hear Neville whimper on the other cot. He was the only friend she still had left.

The image of Harry's and Ron's fearful faces formed before her eyes again; the shock was written all over them when they realized why they all were in this arena-like circle.

Flashback

The door opened and the Death Eaters cheered, seeing the wolves coming out. The creatures looked like wolves but were bigger than any normal wolf could be. They were werewolves. Hermione realized it immediately, and anyone who didn't, would do so due to her frightening shout of the word “werewolves”. Panic broke out under the youths. Harry tried to shelter Hermione, but the beasts were encircling them and couldn't resist their blood lust for long after smelling all the fear in the air. A bark from the biggest one was the command to attack and then it was all pain and blood.

Hermione couldn't close her eyes out of fear and the screams were horrible. Only when one of the wolves tackled her down and bit her shoulder, she closed her eyes because the pain was unbearable. She was so scared like never before in her life. The pain in her shoulder was agonizing. So bad that she couldn't say whether the wolf was already starting to bite her somewhere else. When the pain and the screams as well slowly ebbed down, she moved in order to clasp her hand over the wound on her shoulder. A growl from behind her stopped her midway. Slowly she turned to look around and regretted it immediately. Not far from her she could see the remaining pieces of Harry and two wolves were still gnawing at his body. Everything Hermione could do was vomit. Evil laughter from the Death Eaters within the arena commented her discomfort. After an agonizing long time it was finally over, and Hermione could hear voices close by.

“Give at least the girls to us,” an unknown voice said.

“You dare to demand something from me?” A Crucio followed and was held for a long time. Hermione could feel nervous movements beside her. The werewolves must have changed back, but why was Hermione still alive? “Anyone else that wants to make demands?” Voldemort's voice echoed through the arena.

“Excuse Messa, my Lord. You know after we feed we are—”

“I don't care what you are. When you are in my presence, you will restrain the beasts in you except when I ask you to leave them free. If you are in need of a submissive you should bargain with Fenrir. They are his, like any other you spare during your meals. You know I'm not pleased at all that you refuse to kill the submissives. At least they are no harm once they are turned. Now leave!”

“Of course, my Lord. Thanks for the meal.” More rustling and then silence. Hermione didn't dare to look up again. She didn't want to see the dead and torn bodies of her friends again. Someone pulled her up by her hair, and she was dragged out of the arena. She shut her eyes very close the whole way, and only opened them when she was thrown and fell on a cold stony surface. Someone was thrown beside her, and the cell door was closed and locked.

“Neville!” Hermione cried out when she recognized the small form beside her. Neville didn't react, he just stared at her with big, fearful eyes. Even though she was in great pain herself, Hermione helped Neville onto one of the cots. Then she laid down on the other, wincing when she touched her wound for the first time.

End Of Flashback

After she was sure her bones had turned to ice, she finally heard voices coming down to their cell in the dungeons. Neville hadn't spoken since the horrible experience, and Hermione feared the whole thing had been too much for him, and he was insane now.

Two men entered the cell. One Hermione already knew, Fenrir Greyback. He was the bigger and more muscular one of the two. He had long dark red hair, which was held together in a ponytail. He had a lot of gray streaks in the hair as well. He wore damaged old jeans and an old dirty shirt. It was winter, but he didn't seem to notice.

The other man was younger. He had black short hair and was wearing clean clothes, but also only a shirt despite the cold season. They went over to Neville, who didn't dare to move. He was roughly hauled up by Fenrir and was trust into the other man's hand when Fenrir started to look Neville all over. He grabbed his chin forcefully and moved his head around and looked into his mouth. Then he unfastened Neville's trousers, and Neville finally found the courage to protest weakly. “Stop struggling!” the man behind Neville commanded. Fenrir didn't even acknowledge Neville's weak attempt to struggle. He had pulled down Neville's trousers and prodded his genitals, which caused Neville to squeak in fear. A wave with his hand and a grunt from Fenrir were the only signals the man who was holding Neville needed to know he should turn the boy and bent him over.

Hermione was too scared to say anything. She felt sick because she was hoping they would oversee her if she did nothing to help Neville. And what could she do?

Neville whimpered when Fenrir pulled his butt cheeks apart and examined him down there and sniffed him. At least it was fast. “No damage. We'll take him with us.” Then Fenrir turned to Hermione. So much for having a chance to be overseen. Pure panic overcame Hermione, and she jumped up from her cot to hide in the corner.

Fenrir groaned frustrated and went over to her. He wanted to grab her, but then he stopped and his nose twitched. Staring into her frightened eyes for a few seconds, he observed her. Then he grabbed her, and she whimpered pathetically. Hermione felt surprised. She had never before made noises like this. It was embarrassing, but at the moment she couldn't care. He stopped shortly and clenched his legs together. She could see the same movement from the other man, and he even moaned.

That frightened Hermione even more, and she tried to melt into the stone wall behind her.

Fenrir again groaned frustrated and finally pulled her out of the corner. “Stop it!” he said, but his tone was unsteady and not as cold as the other man's when he had addressed Neville. “I won't examine you down there.”

Hermione was shivering out of fear. It was a relief that he wouldn't prod her as he had done to Neville, but she still was very afraid of what would happen to her now.

“Are you injured anywhere else but here?” he asked and gestured to the bite on her shoulder.

Hermione wasn't able to speak and just stared at him with big, frightful eyes.

Fenrir groaned again. “If you don't want me to look for myself you should answer me. Are you hurt here?” He gestured to her breasts. She shook her head slightly. “And down there?” She again shook her head. Obviously satisfied with her answers, he grabbed her and said, “We are leaving.” Without a warning they Apperated the moment they passed through the wards of whatever mansion they had been in and appeared into a forest. Hermione jumped when two men with bows over their shoulders and spears in their hands stepped from behind trees the moment she could take in her surrounding. She would have fallen down if Fenrir hadn't had her arm still in his big hand.

“Nothing to report, Alpha Fenrir,” one of the men said after both had bowed slightly. With a gesture of his hand Fenrir dismissed them. Then Fenrir pulled hard on Hermione's arm, and they were moving in an unknown direction. For Hermione there were only trees. While being held captive, Hermione had lost her shoes, as had Neville. So after the first few steps, Hermione cut her soles and whimpered. Fenrir stopped immediately and stared at her in confusion. Then he looked down and groaned. With one fluid motion he took her in his arms bridal style and turned around to look at Neville's feet. They were bare as well. A short gesture with his head, and Neville was thrown over the other man's shoulder. Hermione was sure it wasn't an accident that he was caressing Neville's bum now where he had it on display.

After around five or ten minutes, Hermione couldn't say for sure, they arrived at a very big house. It looked more like an old factory. In front of it were a big yarn and several campfires. Meat stripes and dead animals were hanging on a line close to one of the campfires. Close to the house was something like a playground, almost all the items were made out of natural material. Only nobody was around. It looked deserted.

In front of the entrance, two men stood. They also wore the weapons the two guards, as Hermione had figured out already, were wearing. Now having more light, Hermione saw that they had wands and knifes around their ankles as well. They bowed and ogled Neville and Hermione lustfully. A shiver ran down Hermione's back. The man who was carrying Neville laughed and swatted Neville's bum and then caressed it. “Nice aren't they? This time we really got lucky.”

The guards nodded, unclothing Neville and Hermione with their eyes. It wouldn't take much and they would start drooling; Hermione was sure of that. They went up several stairs and every time they passed someone, the person nodded respectfully to Fenrir and often leered lustfully at the two prisoners.

When they finally entered a big – very big – living room, Hermione and Neville were placed on their feet again. Hermione winced, and Fenrir immediately was all eyes for her again. “One of our healers will look at you soon. I just need to speak with the head alpha.” Hermione could see amused and puzzled looks directed at Fenrir all around her. A growl from him made all the males stop grinning, but the females grinned even wider.

“You are back?” A big, old man, who reminded Hermione painfully of Albus Dumbledore, came over to them.

“Yes, head alpha,” Fenrir said and bowed his head. So Fenrir wasn't number one here? Hermione was puzzled.

“And what have you brought with you?”

Hermione didn't miss that he said “what” and not “who”. She stepped closer to Fenrir. Chuckles came from all around her, and the females' grins widened even more.

“That's mine,” Fenrir said growling at the bystanders, but not the old man. He pulled her against him as if to make this statement clear. To Hermione's great confusion, she liked it and felt safe in his arms.

“May I at least have a look at her?” the old man asked, amused.

“Of course, head alpha. I didn't... I...”

More snickers, but this time an angry gesture of the old man silenced them, and they all stepped one step backwards and bowed their heads. Yes, this man reminded Hermione very much of her old, dead headmaster. He could silence a crowd with one gesture of his hand, too.

“I understand, Fenrir.” He now looked at Hermione and gently gestured her to come over to him. “Don't be afraid. I just want to have a look at you, my girl.”

My girl, not thing any longer? Have a look at her? Does that mean he would do what Fenrir did with Neville? The decision to go or not was taken away from her when Fenrir gently but steadily pushed her over to the head alpha.

“I'm head alpha Ages. As I said, there is no reason to be afraid. As long as you behave, you will have a safe and nice life from now on.”

Behave? What did behave mean? Hermione feared she would soil herself out of fear, but then she remembered that she had already done that in the arena. Ashamed she looked down at her soiled clothes. When he touched her shoulder, she jumped, but looked up to apologize immediately. “My clothes, they are...”

“Don't worry, child.” He cupped her cheek and leaned over. Hermione tried to pull away, but his hand on her head stopped her. He sniffed with his eyes closed. “Hmm, a pup. I haven't smelled anything as sweet as a virgin pup for many years.”

Fenrir stiffened behind her, and Ages' eyes snapped open to stare at him. Hermione could feel Fenrir step backwards and bow his head in submission. Now Ages' eyes were on her again. “I'm glad to have you in our clan, pup. Fenrir will be a good sire and for sure a good mate for you.”

Fenrir relaxed behind her and let out the breath he was holding.

“Remember that she is a pup, Fenrir. You won't have her for you alone.”

“I know, head alpha, but she will be my mate. I know the rules, and I want her to be happy here. I will not stop her when she makes her choices.”

Ages nodded. Now Hermione was totally confused. Of course she knew what a mate was for a werewolf, but if Fenrir had already decided that she was his mate, what did choices mean then? And especially her choices? Hermione didn't expect to have any kind of choice any more. She had heard enough about submissives to know that the dominants made all the decisions for them.

She was still deep in thoughts when Fenrir pressed her back against him. This time she could feel his hard member against her lower back. She tried to wriggle away, but he only added more pressure, so she stopped moving.

Ages meanwhile had gone over to the shivering Neville. “Another super sub? Slowly the other clans will start to hate us for having so many of those rare creatures.” Ages chuckled and caressed Neville's cheek. “Do you want him as well, Fenrir?”

“No, but he is a frightened little thing, if you don't plan to sell him, you instead of Roland should take him. He would break before his first changing if he were in his pack,” Fenrir said nonchalantly.

“Or I would have him meowing around my cock in no time, Fenrir. A bit more credit to me and my abilities wouldn't hurt,” a black haired man, clad in leather trousers and a white shirt that wasn't buttoned up said and leered at Neville.

“The only abilities of yours that count for me are your fighting skills, Roland. What you do with your dick is non of my concern. I know you would love to have him beside your little bitch, and that you should get him, but like I said, I don't think he would survive his changing. I don't even know if he will survive it at all. Look at him. He needs someone to make him want to live not frighten him by shoving his dick in any orifice he has all the day. It's not as if you can't use him when he is in Ages' pack. He is a super sub and available for everyone.

“You are right and maybe I will even be too occupied to convince your pup over there to let me put my dick in her to even worry about the super sub.”

Fenrir growl deep in his throat, and Hermione's legs turned to jelly.

“Oh, what about not standing in the way when she decides who is worthy to fuck her beside you and your pack?”

“We will speak about this after her first changing. Before that nobody will touch her without my permission. I'm her sire and until her first moon it is me who decides who is to touch her and who not.” His voice thundered in the big room.

Hermione melted into Fenrir, trying to get as far away from the arrogant Roland as possible. She needed time to think and rest. Everything was so confusing.

Roland laughed. “Wriggle a little more, pup. I would love to see our most frightening soldier soil his trousers in front of the whole clan.”

“That's enough,” Ages bellowed. “I will take him. I think it is time to see the healers and give these two some rest.”

So are you interested? Please still remember I need a beta. I will upload the edited version of this chapter as soon as I found a beta!! Please try to ignore the mistakes for now.
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