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The Girl Amongst The Wolves	By : albamezzora Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 27847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Girl Amongst The Wolves

Chapter 18

The Pack’s first meal was joyous and overflowing with happiness. Everyone was talking and laughing, finally feeling at ease now that their Alpha had his Mate and that he was becoming more stable by the day. Hermione was debating whether or not the atmosphere was better than that of Hogwarts. But when she was at Hogwarts, she always felt that she didn’t truly belong; after all, she was a Werewolf and she wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about it, and the only people her age who actually knew simply pretended that it didn’t exist. She knew that her Wolf was overjoyed and practically weeping the feeling of acceptance that they were both feeling.

Fenrir pulled her from her musings by leaning in and placing his hand on the small of her back. She smiled as she felt its comforting warmth and strength, and the tell-tale signs of her arousal starting to peak again. “Are you alright, Hermione?” He asked gently, in his rough voice.

She shivered and closed her eyes with a nod. “I finally feel accepted again.” She smiled when she felt his lips kiss her eyelids. She opened her eyes and watched as Fenrir lifted his glass.

“To feeling accepted.”

“To feeling accepted.” She smiled and they clinked their glasses together, taking a sip and kissing each other sweetly. Hermione giggled and blushed when the Pack erupted in cheers again, some of the members whistling and clapping, celebrating their Bond and unity.

!”!

“Did you enjoy dinner?” Fenrir asked as he sat on the edge of the bed next to Hermione, unfastening the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt whilst she read a hand-written book about Mating that an Elder of the Pack had written when they had first Mated.

“Yes, I did. Thank you.” She smiled and looked over her shoulder at him. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes; the only sound in the room was the occasional shuffle of clothing. The bed dipped behind Hermione and she gasped as she felt two large rough hands run up the back of her thighs. She laughed. “May I ask what it is you think you’re doing?” She asked with a joking tone.

“I’m running my hands all over you because I’m going to make love to you in a minute.”

She smiled and closed her book and her eyes, enjoying the sensations of his hands on her body. She was dressed in one of his loose tops and her briefs, though he was pushing his shirt up her back, kissing the skin as he went, his tongue dipping into the curve of her back. She gasped as his teeth gently sunk into the top of her right buttock and he tugged her briefs down with his mouth. He threw them off the bed and spread her legs as she quickly pulled his shirt over her head. He slowly trailed his tongue up her spine and gently turned her over onto her back. They shared a smile and he leant down to kiss her as he unbuckled the belt holding his trousers up and roughly pushed them down. Cursing when they only went down to his mid-thighs, he twitched his fingers at the material and then grinned when they flew off his body and folded neatly onto the stool at Hermione’s new vanity table.

He settled between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance. With another nip at her neck, he thrust in, making them both groan. He slowly pulled himself out, keeping only the tip of his cock in her before pushing all the way back in, earning another gasp. He slowly made love to her that night, making her orgasm twice before she fell asleep in his arms, once again feeling loved and cherished, wishing the feeling to never go away.

!”!

“Where are they?” Hermione pouted. She was sitting in an armchair in her and Fenrir’s room, waiting for the Beta family to return from a mission in Switzerland. Apparently, there were a lot of Werewolves in that country and Fenrir and Voldemort had sent the Betas there to try and gather their support for Voldemort in the War. She didn’t necessarily care about whether the Swiss wolves joined them; she just wanted to see her friend that she hadn’t seen in several years. She’d missed them at the Pack’s first meal and had asked Fenrir about their absence. He hadn’t seem that bothered by it, though why would he? He had sent them away in the first place.

“I don’t know, Mate. They might have been held up. Lauren is having problems getting places on time lately.”

Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion. “What?”

He grinned at her and opened his mouth, though his comment was interrupted by a knock on their door. “Enter!”

The door opened and the omega poked his head round the wood. “Pardon me, Alpha, but the Betas are back.”

Fenrir nodded and smiled at Hermione as she stood up and smoothed her dress down, unable to keep the smile from her face. Footsteps approached their room and the omega held the door open for the four of them. Henry and Cami entered first, his arm around her waist. They hadn’t changed much from what Hermione remembered, only two or three grey hairs in Henry’s thick black mane. Neither of them had gained nor lost weight, neither of them were showing any signs of age – not that either of them were old in Werewolf years! They both got on their knees in front of their Alphas and bowed their heads in submission, waiting for Fenrir to stand and lay his hand on their heads in permission for them for stand.

“Where are Lauren and Charles?” Hermione asked as she was pulled into a hug by Cami.

“Coming.” Fenrir, Henry and Cami said at the same time.

Hermione went to open her mouth again but stopped when she heard footsteps and speech coming from the hall, drawing closer and louder. When she heard someone speak – or snap at the person they were walking with – Hermione’s smile faltered a little when she realised Lauren was in a bit of a bad mood. Cami released Hermione and went back to stand by Henry, who put his arm around her shoulders again. When Lauren turned into the room, Hermione’s jaw dropped. Because the first thing she saw wasn’t her friend. It was the enormous bump on her stomach. Lauren didn’t seem to notice Hermione for a second, as she was still snapping at Charles, who seemed to be ignoring her, only giving the occasional ‘yes, dear’ and guilty nod of his head.

“…And you couldn’t even find the other shoe so now I have to wear these sandals and-”

“Lauren?”

Said girl turned to her friend and her whole attitude immediately changed. Her frown turned into an elated grin and she threw her arms open. “Hermione!”

The brunette rushed towards the blonde, giving her a very careful but very loving hug, being wary of the bump. They held each for a while and then pulled apart, Hermione’s eyes and hands immediately going to be bump. “How are you? Oh my God, you’re pregnant! When? How far are you along?”

“I’m just over sixth months.” Lauren smiled, running her hands over the enormous bulge under her dress.

Hermione looked confused. “Six months? But you look set to burst!”

Charles looked at her, shaking his head in silent warning, but Lauren’s smile never faltered. “Yeah, Weres are only pregnant for about seven months, not nine.”

Hermione turned to Fenrir, who simply stood up and shrugged at her. “Another gift of our gift. You girls can stay if you’d like; myself, Henry and Charles will just be discussing their progress in Switzerland.” He kissed Hermione on his way out, Henry and Charles obediently following, closing the door after them. Hermione and Cami ushered Lauren to an armchair and helped her sit down, making sure she was comfortable before sitting themselves down.

“How are you?” Hermione asked, gently laying a hand on her friend’s stomach.

She groaned dramatically. “Put it this way,” She looked at her stomach, “Get out!” Hermione and Cami laughed and she glared at them. “It’s not funny! Mum, you can laugh because you’ve been through it but you, Hermione, won’t think it’s so funny when you’ve got something inside of you that presses on your bladder and stomach and constantly kicks you when you’re trying to sleep!” She snapped.

“You’ll be fine, you look amazing.” Hermione smiled softly.

“Amazing?! Have you looked at me?! I’m enormous, my feet are swollen, my hands are swollen, I have to pee every half an hour and I’ve gained what feels like a million pounds and I can’t even stand up without someone helping me! And then, to top of the most wonderful,” She spat the word with malice, “six months of nausea, cramps and stomach aches of my life, I’m going to have to push what’ll feel like a watermelon out of my crotch!” She moaned in self-pity and flopped her head back against the back of the sofa whilst Cami stifled her laughter behind her hand and Hermione sat there gaping at her.

Despite what everyone might have thought at Hogwarts, Hermione really did want children someday. Of course, not until she’d finished her NEWTs and possibly gone to university, but she did see herself becoming a mother at some point in her life. Or she had up until Lauren had started moaning about being pregnant and the impending labour. Her face was obviously reflecting the horror that was overwhelming her because Cami looked at her and gently said her name.

“Hermione? Are you okay?”

She groaned and held her head in her hands. “Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into?”
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