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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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A/N: I’m not entirely sure where this plot came from as it started life as a standard Lucius/Hermione tale. Somewhere along the way the twist popped into my brain and refused to go away and completely changed the entire story. This is definitely not one of my usual pairings by any stretch of the imagination! I’ve had a bit of a shift around of timescales in the seventh year so it’s only nominally canon but hey-ho that’s what fanfic is all about, isn’t it? I’ll be interested to hear what you think. Dx

Hermione knocked on the door and opened it without waiting. The room was empty so she walked rapidly down the length of the classroom until she reached the door of the Potion Master’s study. She paused for a second, trying to control her shivering, before knocking on that door, too.
She waited for a moment then knocked again more urgently, calling out for Professor Snape as she did so. She had no idea what was going on but if anyone could help her it was him. Perhaps he would have a potion that would stop the terrible craving she was feeling or would know a spell to get rid of the dull ache that had been building up inside of her for what seemed like forever now.
The door opened, the scowling face of Professor Severus Snape prominent in front of her.
‘What do you want, Miss Granger? What is so urgent that you wake the dead with your noise?’
Hermione looked desperately at the teacher. ‘I need your help, sir.’
Snape rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. ‘I gathered that from the appalling racket you were making.’ He sighed again to ensure she was aware that he was being put-upon and stepped backwards into his study, opening the door more widely to allow Hermione entrance.
‘Well, come in,’ he said testily, ‘and explain to me what you need so badly that you felt it was worth disturbing me at this time of night.’
Hermione followed Snape into his study but she ignored the chair he indicated she should sit in, instead, wrapping her arms around herself. She was shivering again but she knew it wasn’t from the cold. Snape’s study, although in the dungeons, had a decent fire and was actually rather warm.
No, whatever was causing the shivering was the same thing that was causing the terrible dull aching throb that was building up inside her, and she knew it had something to do with her separation from . . . but she didn’t want to think about that now. It wouldn’t help. She just needed something to make her stop feeling this way, and that was why she had come to see Professor Snape.
She noticed the Potions Master hadn’t asked where she had been and wondered whether he knew. He must do, otherwise surely he would be creating a fuss about her suddenly reappearing at Hogwarts after being missing for several weeks.
‘So, firstly, how did you get here?’ Snape asked as if reading her thoughts. ‘How did you manage to get away?’
‘Did you know where I was, Professor?’ Hermione asked sharply. She couldn’t help the sudden flash of annoyance at the thought that he had known and yet done nothing to help her.
Snape shook his head briskly. ‘No. I knew Lucius had taken you, of course. We all knew that. But I wasn’t privy to where you were being kept, I imagine because he assumed that my loyalty would be to Hogwarts and I would attempt to return you to the school. I’ve been kept completely out of the loop with regards to you, especially as I’ve been stuck here rather than with the Dark Lord and his followers.’ His black eyes carefully examined Hermione as he spoke. ‘But you don’t seem to have been too badly treated, thank Merlin. How did you get away?’
‘I had help,’ Hermione said somewhat evasively. ‘The Death Eaters left to guard me were distracted and I managed to get away. Once I got outside Malfoy Manor I was able to Apparate, so I came back here. I was fairly certain that Mr Malfoy wouldn’t be able to get to me once I was back at Hogwarts . . . and I needed to see you.’
Snape frowned. ‘Where did you get a wand from to Apparate? Surely Lucius didn’t give yours back, and I can’t imagine there was one just lying around in the path of your escape.’
‘The person who created the diversion gave me their wand,’ Hermione replied.
‘And you don’t want me to know who that was,’ Snape said. He looked at Hermione critically again. ‘I won’t tell Lucius Malfoy who helped you, Miss Granger. Surely you must know that?’
Hermione stared back at the Potions Master just as keenly. ‘It’s not important who helped me, Professor Snape. Anyway, Mr Malfoy will already know who it was.’
Snape realised he wasn’t going to get the name of Hermione’s helper so he changed tack. He was intrigued to know who had risked incurring Lucius’ wrath to help Hermione escape, but that would have to wait. From the way she was shaking even though the room was warm, and with her pallid complexion, there was obviously something wrong with her.
Had she become ill because of the conditions in which she had been kept? Although Lucius wasn’t best disposed towards Muggle-borns, Snape didn’t believe he would have treated her badly, especially if the rumours he had been hearing about the blond man’s desire for Hermione were true. There was definitely something wrong with her, though.
He indicated the seat once more. ‘Come, Miss Granger, sit down and tell me what you need to see me for. I would have thought you would be better off visiting the Hospital Wing if you’re unwell.’
Again, Hermione ignored the seat but she unfolded her arms, the shivering having subsided for a moment. She was feeling warmer, hot even, and somehow her senses seemed to be heightened. She took a deep breath, her heart racing as she realised she could smell Professor Snape: a mixture of herbs, sandalwood and something else, something darker and more feral, and he smelt wonderful.
The dull ache increased suddenly; her need flaring as she moved closer to the teacher who was still looking at her, clearly annoyed at her continuing refusal to sit.
‘I’m not sick, Professor Snape,’ Hermione said as she took another step closer. She realised her voice had become huskier. It sounded almost sexy.
She was so hot now she felt as if she was burning up. Too hot; she needed to cool down. Automatically her hands went to her blouse, undoing the buttons and pulling the cotton from her body, the weight of the material too much on her burning skin. She needed to be naked. And, she realised as she looked at the surprised Potions Master, she needed to have sex with Professor Snape. It was the only thing that would stem the pain inside her.
‘Miss Granger, I don’t know what you think you’re doing but you need to stop undressing immediately,’ Snape said, sounding uncharacteristically flustered.
Hermione ignored him and continued to remove her clothes, more rapidly now. The heat was threatening to burn her up and she had to be free of the restricting garments that were keeping the heat trapped. She looked at Snape and smiled almost wolfishly.
‘I think you should take your clothes off too, Professor. You’re always so buttoned up and I’m sure you’d feel more comfortable with them off,’ she said seductively. ‘And I know I would certainly appreciate it. So what do you say, time for us both to get naked?’
Snape shook his head and sighed. ‘Did someone put a spell of some sort on you?’ he asked gravely as he moved back, trying to examine Hermione’s behaviour without looking at her increasing nakedness. ‘Miss Granger, please stop undressing. I can’t help you if you insist on removing your clothes.’
Hermione, who was now taking off her underwear, smiled again. ‘You can help me by taking your clothes off, Professor.’ She gave a small growl and moved towards him as she pulled down and removed her knickers, then leant forward to whisper in his ear, ‘I really need you to fuck me. You’ve absolutely no idea how good you smell and you’re making me really horny.’ She gave him a small kiss on his ear before moving back.
‘What has happened to you, Miss Granger?’ Snape asked, trying hard to keep his voice even, although he was aware his arousal was growing, caused by the beautiful naked young woman in front of him. ‘Did Lucius do something to you or give you something? Were you charmed or given a potion?’ he added worriedly, trying to work out what could be causing Hermione’s symptoms.
‘I have this thing inside me,’ Hermione replied sounding in pain. ‘It hurts and it’s getting worse. You need to help me to get rid of it. You need to fuck me and make it go away. It’s the only thing that will work . . . please.’
Snape removed his outer robe and held it out to Hermione. ‘Please put on the robe to cover yourself up, Miss Granger, and then we’ll talk. We’ll find out what’s happened to you.’
Hermione shook her head. She was scared at what was happening to her and her inability to retain control of her body and mind. Sounding almost hysterical, she insisted, ‘I can’t wear that. It hurts my skin too much. Please, Professor, it’s getting worse and I can’t stop it. Don’t you understand? If you don’t fuck me I think I’m going to die.’
‘You told me you needed my help,’ Snape said firmly, trying to regain control of the situation. ‘I assume that what is happening to you now is because of something that occurred while you were held captive. If you tell me what it was I’ll find a way to stop it.’
‘I’ve already told you what will stop it,’ Hermione growled. ‘I need you to fuck me. It’s the only thing that will work now. When I came here I thought there might be some other way, but now I know there isn’t.’
‘Well, that isn’t going to happen,’ Snape said matter-of-factly. ‘So I suggest you tell me what happened to you so I can find another way to help you.’
‘Why won’t you just do what I want?’ Hermione cried out in frustration. She was clearly upset and starting to cry. ‘You must be desperate for sex working here, surely? For Merlin’s sake, I’m not asking you to marry me or anything, Professor. I just need you to fuck me.’
The feelings inside Hermione were running riot and she needed Snape to touch her, needed him to quench the fire that was burning her up inside. Now there was nothing but her need for him, nothing mattered but that. But he refused to help and she couldn’t understand why that was when it was so obvious that this was the only way he could help her.
‘Calm down, Miss Granger. I’m sure that once you’ve explained the circumstances to me I’ll be able to assist you, but getting overwrought about the situation isn’t going to help. I can assure you sex is not the only solution to this problem,’ Snape told her in his most soothing voice.
‘It is,’ Hermione retorted firmly. ‘There is nothing else, and if you won’t help me then I’ll just have to go and find someone else who will.’
Without waiting another moment or picking up her clothes, Hermione turned and walked out the door of Snape’s office. Swearing loudly, Snape rushed after her, knowing he couldn’t let her leave his classroom. He dreaded to think what would happen if anyone came across her in her current condition, especially any of the Slytherins.
The Potions Master still had no idea what had happened to Hermione, but she seemed to be charmed and obviously wasn’t in a position to be sensible so he was going to have to take control of the situation.
‘Miss Granger, wait,’ he said loudly as he followed her across the classroom.
Hermione stopped and turned. She was smiling once more.
‘I knew you would help me,’ she said, her voice that seductive drawl again, and she walked back towards Snape, her hand running down over the buttons of his frock coat as she leant forward to plant her lips on his.
Snape froze for a moment but worried that this would cause Hermione to take flight again, he returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her as he did so to make sure she couldn’t get away from him.
‘Come back into the office with me, Miss Granger. It’s warmer in there . . . and more private,’ he said cajolingly once the kiss had finished. His hand gripped the top of her arm as he tried to steer her back towards his office.
‘But I’m not cold,’ Hermione insisted, and Snape knew this was true.
He could feel the heat of her as she pressed against him, the feel of her body arousing him, making his blood race. He was aware, too, of her arousal. He could smell it, musky and overpowering, under a warm, sweet scent that was aiding in lowering his reserves.
Snape shook his head to clear it, wondering if there really was some enchantment that was affecting him too, and he pulled at her arm more urgently.
‘We don’t need to go back to your office,’ Hermione told him, her voice low and playful. She was still toying with Snape’s buttons, her hand moving lower to his trousers. She squeezed at the bulge she found there as she kissed him again. Once the kiss had finished she added, ‘You can take me out here, on this workbench, Professor. I know you want it as much as I do.’
Snape was going to protest against this and was about to insist that they return to the office and talk about what was affecting Hermione, but now he thought about it, he had to admit the idea of having sex with the beautiful young woman was a good one.
She was right, working at Hogwarts did very little for his sex life. Why shouldn’t he take advantage of her if she was so eager for it to happen? After all, she was convinced this was the only way she could be helped, and who was he to say she wasn’t correct? He had promised to help her and if that meant making love to her then so be it. Who was he to argue?
‘Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable in the office?’ he asked solicitously.
Hermione shook her head and managed to spit out beseechingly, ‘No . . . here . . . now. I need you . . . please.’
Snape picked Hermione up and put her on the workbench, his lips finding hers for another kiss, this one far more passionate than the previous ones had been. If they were going to do this then they might as well do it properly and he would give her as much enjoyment as he could.
He could feel Hermione’s hands working on the buttons of his trousers and he gave a hiss as she released his erection, pulling down his underpants to free it before wrapping a hand around it and gripping tightly.
Hermione gave a small moan, decidedly of pleasure as Snape’s hands began to move too, one still around her back, holding her, the other sliding down her body to find the dampness between her legs, proof positive of her arousal.
‘Oh god, I need you inside me,’ Hermione said loudly, the words ripped from her, once more sounding as if she was in pain. She moaned again as his fingers pushed inside her, moving on them as she cried out with pleasure, her grip on him renewed. ‘Fuck me . . . please. I can’t wait any longer. I need it now.’
Snape removed his fingers from her and gently opened her hand that was wrapped around his erection as he gazed at her tenderly. She was so beautiful and he really did want to make love to her.
‘Don’t do it, or I will kill you, Severus.’ A dark snarling voice came out of the shadows.
Snape froze and squinting, looked in the direction the voice had come from.
‘I won’t be able to stop myself,’ the voice continued matter-of-factly. ‘If you touch her you will die. Now back away immediately.’
Snape took a step back from the workbench, freeing up Hermione, who jumped down and moved towards the voice. He hurriedly put himself away and did up the buttons of his trousers.
‘Fenrir, is that you?’ Hermione asked, the sound of longing in her voice surprising Snape.
A moment later the great hulking mass of the werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, came out of the shadows and she rushed into his arms, her lips finding his as she pulled at his robe, clearly eager to get at what was beneath. Fenrir’s huge arms wrapped around her in response and he picked her up easily.
With a loud rumble from his massive chest, he pushed her against the wall and entered her in one swift movement. Hermione gave a loud cry as the two of them rutted hard, interested only in each other, not caring that Snape was still in the room.
The Potions Master watched them with a mixture of surprise, dismay and utter disgust.
Snape’s first reaction was to pull out his wand and attempt to hex the werewolf, although he was worried about what would happen to Hermione if he did that. But then she was being penetrated by the beast anyway, so what could possibly be worse than that?
He had just decided to attack when he heard Hermione talking to the creature and it made him pause in confusion.
‘I’m so sorry, my love,’ Hermione moaned. She sounded as if she was on the verge of tears. ‘I couldn’t help myself. I needed him.’
‘Shhh . . . later, love,’ Fenrir growled before his mouth clamped on hers again, kissing her deeply to stop her from talking further.
In stunned amazement, Snape let his wand drop as he continued to watch the couple in utter disbelief. The werewolf’s thrusts intensified, causing Hermione to make loud whimpering noises with every stroke. Her legs were wrapped around his back, pulling him deeper inside her, her need as obvious as his.
Less than two minutes later they both climaxed, Hermione yelling out her joy as the werewolf howled. Another kiss followed, then Fenrir released her from her current position, lowering her gently to the floor.
Hermione stared at Snape, who was still watching in grim fascination, then looked back at Fenrir. ‘How long before the second part?’ she asked. Her voice was husky and low.
Fenrir shrugged. ‘As soon as possible, really.’ He, too, looked at Snape. ‘Look, I’m sorry about this, Severus, but we really need you to leave . . . for a few minutes at least,’ he told the dark-haired man.
‘Excuse me?’ Snape retorted coldly. He scowled fiercely at the couple, his wand now trained on them once more. ‘What do you mean you need me to leave? I don’t think so. I need you to explain what’s going on here — then you need to leave, Greyback. You know you’re not welcome at Hogwarts.’
‘I only came to get Hermione,’ Fenrir said. ‘She was taken away from me and it was important I find her. I guessed she would come to see you as she needed help and I had suggested you previously.’ He drummed his clawed fingers rapidly on the workbench, causing a staccato sound on the wood. ‘Look, I will explain everything to you, but first, you need to leave and let us have a few minutes alone.’
‘I have absolutely no intention of leaving you alone with Miss Granger,’ Snape retorted, ‘especially after what I’ve just seen you doing to her.’ He looked sternly at Hermione. ‘Move away from the werewolf and go and put your clothes back on, Miss Granger.’
His gaze returned to the werewolf. ‘Now tell me, Greyback, what the hell is going on?’
‘Please, Professor Snape,’ Hermione begged; she sounded close to tears still. She had made no attempt to move away from the werewolf. ‘Please, we just need a few minutes of privacy. I promise Fenrir isn’t going to hurt me, but I can’t let you see . . . .’ Her voice trailed off as she looked at the taciturn teacher and realised he wasn’t about to be swayed by her words.
‘Look, Severus, I understand you’re suspicious of my motives but I promise you I have no intention of hurting Hermione. We really will explain everything to you if you’ll just let us have a few minutes of privacy.’ Fenrir’s ever-deepening growl of a voice sounded surprisingly meek. ‘I honestly wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t of the utmost urgency.’
Both he and Snape looked at Hermione. It was clear she was becoming highly aroused again, and her hand ran down Fenrir’s chest almost teasingly. As Snape watched the werewolf began to become less human and more wolf-like.
‘Go,’ the wolfish figure growled and it bared its teeth at Snape as if to challenge him.
‘Please, you have to go,’ Hermione begged, sounding as if she was in pain. ‘Just give us five minutes.’
Snape had no idea what was going on and every cell in his body was telling him he shouldn’t leave Hermione alone with Greyback, especially in his current state. But she was adamant, and something was obviously about to happen that they didn’t want him to witness.
Having seen them previously, Snape was fairly certain that whatever it was he didn’t want to see it, and at least if he gave them the privacy they asked for he could press them for a proper explanation once they had finished with whatever it was they were going to do.
Also, he didn’t want to have to fight Greyback in his wolfish incarnation — that was just madness that he could do without. With a final glance at the werewolf he silently nodded his head once and, turning his back on the couple, he made his way into his office and shut the door behind him.
Almost immediately he heard the sharp cry of the werewolf. Greyback had obviously completely transformed from his human form now. For a moment Snape worried about Hermione left alone with the vicious creature but it was too late now. Even if he went back out there he wouldn’t be able to stop the werewolf from whatever was about to happen.
There was another cry, this time from Hermione, and then Snape clamped his hands over his ears, desperately trying to block out the sounds that were issuing from the classroom.
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