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Just Submit	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 88144 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I’m not a native speaker of English.

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

Dear readers,

thank you all for your review! I'm glad you are still reading! Your feedback encouraged me to update earlier than planned. So here you have the next chapter.

AgainAndAgain

Characters: Hermione, Fenrir, Severus, Miller

Sexual interactions: Severus/Hermione (kissing)

Warnings: kissing

Chapter 12 – Realizing Her Power

“Fenrir, please let me shower. You can't make me go there like this,” Hermione pleaded. She could smell the scent of sex on her, and judging by the glances of the others who passed them, they smelled it as well.

“You smell good. I just wished it were my cum and not Yorik's.”

“I'm sorry.”

“You don't need to be sorry. It's in your nature, but it is in mine to always want to be the first in everything. Feel that!” He pressed one of her hands against his stiff member. I'm fucking hard, and I want to change that by burying it in your pussy, pup. I was watching the two of you for some time. You are ready for it. If Yorik had wanted, he just could have taken you. The wolf has already taken over. I need Severus to check you, and I hope he will give his okay.”

“But you said I can decide when I feel ready for sex.”

“You can, but first you should give me the same chance as Yorik or do you like him more?” He had stopped and turned her to face him.

Hermione tried hard to forget the people around them. Most of them had hurried away when Fenrir had pressed her hand between his legs, but there were still some dominants around that were curiously looking at them. “Of course not. I felt the need to get... to get something inside me, but I didn't want it to be Yorik.” Hermione's mind was still confused about how her feelings and urges had changed. At least she still was afraid of all the other dominants that were staring at her at the moment. It was frightening that she had felt like she had with Yorik and that she wished for nothing more than Fenrir to touch her and bury his thick member into her. The part of her mind that told her to be afraid that that monster cock would rip her apart and that the rapture of her hymen would definitely hurt was far away in in head, and she could hear it only very softly. It should frighten her, but it was only confusing her.

“Good,”Fenrir said and started to pull her in the direction of the examination room.

Severus and Miller were waiting in the examination room. This time two of the beds on the right side were occupied. One with Roland and another one with another man Hermione didn't know yet. Miller went over to separate the examination area from the resting area. “No worries, pup. They are not able to stand up and Severus will place a silence charm,” Miller said smiling kindly at Hermione. “Come on hop up.” He petted the metal table.

When Hermione passed Severus, she blushed. “Professor.”

“Head beta,” Severus growled while readjusting his member and looking surprised at Fenrir. Then his full attention was on Hermione. He helped her sit up on the table. “Lay down!”

Hermione did and felt much more comfortable on the table than the first time. She still was afraid, but Miller seemed to be very nice and not attracted to her and she trusted the Professor . What she was afraid of was just the examination they would do. She could remember that thermometer very well and wasn't looking forward to getting in contact with it again. She was relieved when Miller and Severus started to unwrap her feet.

“No infection, it seems to heal very well,” Miller stated while Severus was still turning Hermione's feet to have a look at every part of it.

“Still, it's better we apply the healing salve. She complained about itchiness yesterday evening,” Severus explained. He came up to Hermione's face while Miller was rummaging in one of the sideboards for the salve. “I'm sorry, but that will burn a lot, Hermione. It's antiseptic. It will help you heal faster, but I fear it will hurt you a lot. At least I can promise you that the burning will stop after a minute. Then it will just prickle for a while.” He spoke very professionally and stiffly.

Fenrir came up to her and took the hand she was reaching out to him happily. Then he grinned at Severus, who glared at him.

“You could at least have let her shower,” Severus said through clenched teeth.

Hermione feel her face blush, and she looked away.

“And miss the opportunity to see you squirm against your too tight jeans? No way, head beta,” Fenrir said teasingly.

Severus growled at Fenrir, but then leaned down to Hermione. “Don't look away ashamed. You smell ravishingly. It's just hard to concentrate on working, and your damn alpha knew that from the beginning.”

To Hermione's embarrassment she felt another wave of heat go through her lower region, and she whimpered.

“Oh damn, Hermione,” Severus said, moaning and closing his eyes while he was being overwhelmed by the pheromones she was setting free. It cost him great will power to not start touching her intimately.

“I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me,” Hermione said miserably.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Hermione. Your wolf is in heat and seeks for his mates. It's natural. Let it happen. It wouldn't be good to fight it because of unjust embarrassments. You smell unbelievably good to unmated werewolves. You will make them all go crazy until things have settled down a bit. It's a good step in the right direction to survive. Just don't try to fight it. In a few days you will not feel bad by reacting like this. It will feel natural. Just try to relax until then and don't think too much about it.”

When Severus straightened up, Hermione looked sidewards at Fenrir. He looked as if he was in pain and that made Hermione feel depressed.

“Don't worry, I'm okay.” He leaned over so just she could hear him. “Just blue balls.”

Hermione shock her head, amused. Yesterday Fenrir and Yorik had been all frightening to her, but today she found their behavior sweet and funny. Had they changed from one day to the other or did she just understand them better today? Hermione couldn't think about it longer because Severus had started to apply the salve to her feet. He hadn't lied; it hurt a lot. Miller was holding her feet still, and Fenrir was leaning over her like the first time now. One of his hands was still holding hers and the other gently wiped a loosen wisp of her hair out of her face. “It will be over soon, pup.”

She cried. She didn't care that the three man could hear it and that they could think her weak. It didn't matter. She wanted them to stop, to feel bad for hurting her and stop it. Whimpering was a good way to achieving that. Hermione realized that the wolf was controlling her, but she felt as if the wolf was a real part of her and that the wolf knew best how to handle the situation. So she let the wolf decide what to do. She whimpered and pleaded, and she could smell that all three were fighting their urge to stop. Hermione was overwhelmed by her new skill. It even was worth the pain. The strongest smell came from Severus, even though he was farther away from her than Fenrir. She smelled that he felt very bad for hurting her and that he was fighting very hard to move his hands over her soles. Then there was Fenrir's smell. It was telling her that he wished to hurt Severus for hurting her. Every muscle in his body was tense. Miller's smell was the slightest. He smelled like worry, but it wasn't directed at her. It was hard to interpret it. Hermione guessed it was worry for Severus. Maybe he could smell Fenrir's anger as well or he thought Severus wasn't professional enough to apply the salve now. Hermione could feel determination in all their smells. Determination that it was the right thing to hurt her for achieving a better healing. That urged her to be more convincing that they needed to stop. She whimpered miserably.

“Damn, Fenrir bite her,” Severus commanded growling.

“Can't,” Fenrir said through clenched teeth.

That changed the whole situation. Fenrir, her mate, was feeling unwell due to her behavior. Hermione lowered her whimpers. She couldn't stop them, even though she would love to now, to make Fenrir feel better. The pain was too much for that. Even when Severus started to wrap her feet again, she couldn't stop sobbing. Finally Fenrir leaned over and kissed her. She responded to that kiss happily. It was taking away some of the pain and slowly the burning ebbed down.

When Fenrir sat down beside the table, Hermione could see Severus and Miller. The latter was standing smiling at her hip, but Severus had sacked down, burying his face in his arms which were resting on the metal table. After a short look at Fenrir she leaned sidewards to reach one of Severus' elbows. “Professor.”

“Head beta,” Severus said, groaning.

“Head beta,” Hermione said sarcastically.

“Give me some time, Hermione.”

“I can make it better.”

She could feel all the men holding their breath, and Severus' head snapped up. They were all staring at her.

Hermione opened her hand palm up to urge Severus to take it. When he finally got the clue, she pulled him over.

“Hermione, I don't think you should—”

“Let me decide what I should and should not do, head beta. You said yourself I should relax and let the wolf take over. She is telling me to kiss you.”

Severus' breath quickened, and he looked shortly over to Fenrir and then back at Hermione. He shook his head. “I should stay professional here. I need to examine you.” Hermione could smell and see Severus body fight against his brain.

“You can do both very well. I just want to take a bit of the tension out. Then you can be all professional again.” Hermione was looking with big puppy eyes at the beta.

Severus clenched his hand over hers while he was still fighting with himself. Would it hurt to kiss her. Would he loose his authority over her by it? Hermione pulled at his hand more, and before he could protest again, he felt himself lean over her and kiss her harshly. The tension slowly left his body and only arousal stayed behind. How could she be so powerful. Severus had heard stories about pups, but he had never believed that a pup could have that much power over dominants. When he ended the kiss, he looked deeply into her eyes. “Do you even realize how much power you have?”

“I think I am slowly starting to see it,” Hermione said and smiled at him. “How big are my chances that I could convince you to stop the examination now?”

“Not very big. There is a reason why a mated wolf is in charge of the hospital wing and not an unmated one like me.”

Hermione groaned and looked over at Miller, who grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

“Then lets get it over with.” Hermione tried to sound determined. It had felt good to be able to read them all so easily and to feel the power she had over them, even though she still knew that she was submissive and they were in charge. Nevertheless she was very afraid of the thermometer, and so she couldn't hide her fear behind that statement.

Miller smiled and squeezed her free hand. “It will be over soon.”

Hermione nodded, but could feel new tears running over her cheeks. Severus moved backwards to make room for Fenrir, who leaned over her again and placed a kiss over the tear line. “Shh, pup. It's just a stupid thermometer. Relax, and it will be over soon.”

Hermione felt Miller lift her skirt and remove her underwear. It was one of the three new ones Fenrir had given her this morning. Fenrir had a good taste. These ones were her favorite. This one was a pink pantie with a heart on the front. The other two were a red G-string and a black slip.

When she was bare, Fenrir grabbed her under her knees and pulled them up to expose her bum to Severus and Miller. Quickly, almost too quickly for her taste, she felt a finger spread the lube over her entrance. She couldn't stop to whimper, but this time Fenrir reacted before he was too messed up and leaned over to distract her by kissing her.

It was a sweet kiss, and that surprised Hermione. She was too busy to try to figure out why Fenrir was kissing her like that, that she squeaked surprised when the cold thermometer entered her easily because she had been so relaxed from the gentle kiss. Hermione felt Fenrir grin against her lips and he whispered, “You are not the only one who is able to manipulate people.”

Hermione would have rolled her eyes if the thermometer wasn't pushing its way painfully into her body. “It hurts.”

“Relax, pup.” It was Severus' voice, but it sounded so strange to hear him call her pup. Miller was stroking her thighs again like the first time. For some crazy reason it worked again. “All in. We just have to wait now,” Severus said as he held the thermometer in place.

Hermione felt the urge to push the long thing out of her body. This feeling was even harder than the first time. It seemed the wolf didn't like that thing inside of her as well.

“No, no, no, pup!” Severus said warningly. “Don't try that!” He pinched her warningly in her bum.

Hermione squeaked, protesting. The wolf in her knew she had to listen to the dominants and do what they told her, but she wasn't willing to just accept that domination all willingly. She wasn't a normal sub or super sub. She was more powerful, and she could manipulate the dominants at least to a certain amount. The pinching told her her place, but she didn't like it and another new thing happened. Hermione was surprised when a growl left her throat. She immediately feared to be punished, the wolf knew that risk but nevertheless thought it was worth it.

Astonishing was that the dominants only chuckled about that sound coming from her.

“Careful Fenrir or she will bit you,” Severus mocked the alpha.

“I'm not the one who is sticking that long thing in her bum.”

Again Severus chuckled. His thumb was caressing the thigh that wasn't already stroked by Miller. It was so thrilling to have a sub like this in the clan. The stories Severus had heard about pups were unbelievable, but the more he was around Hermione the more he believed them. Getting growled at by a sub was something exciting. It made the wolf in him go totally crazy. He wanted to show her who was in charge. His member was painfully hard, but nevertheless he wold love to hear that growl again. It would be unprofessional to pinch her again now that she was behaving, but there was a small spark of hope that she would try to push the thermometer out again.

Hermione was too confused about her reactions. It was as if she was feeling the thoughts of someone else in her mind and as if she could communicate with that person just by thinking. It was as if that person had told her everything about the dominants' feelings when they were taking care of her feet. That person even explained the growling to her. Hermione was sure her wolf was communicating with her. It was weird.

“All done,” Severus said and pulled the thermometer out of Hermione.

“And?” Fenrir asked impatiently.

“Still too high, but you don't need to hold back. Maybe the temperature will go down when she finally is one with her wolf. Mating with her could hurry that up. The wolf is close to the surface.”

Fenrir's eyes darkened in lust when he looked at Hermione again.

At the moment Hermione wasn't responding to his horniness. The metal table was uncomfortable, and she still didn't feel relaxed while she was without her underwear in front of three men. No matter how far her werewolf side was from taking over. Miller helped her sit up and gave her her panties.

Quickly Hermione pulled them on and jumped from the table.

“Tomorrow same time, Hermione,” Severus said.

Hermione looked warily at him. “Why can't we wait until the wolf has taken over before we measure again?”

“Nice try, pup, but we won't take any risks. It'll be daily measuring until your temperature turns normal.”

Hermione groaned, but Fenrir's hand, which was resting warningly on her neck, stopped her. “Okay.”

“Fine,” Severus stated and grinned at Fenrir. “Good luck.”

Fenrir glared at Severus and then led Hermione back to their flat.

So Hermione slowly starts to realize she won't just be a helpless sex toy and you all see what softies those dominants can be. Like it? Please review!
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