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Savage Seduction	By : mad4moony Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 30148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Savage Seduction

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Well you can dig me up a grave

And try and stick me in the ground

Well you can tie me to the bed

And try and beat me half to death

But you can never keep me down

...

And I'll stay alive just to follow you home

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Hermione had planned to see her parents the next day. She got up early for the trip down to Brighton where they lived, and made a quick breakfast for herself before heading out.

“Alright dinner is in the fridge, I’ll see you later,” she said, automatically pecking Ron's cheek. He pulled her in for a quiet hug, and she smiled weakly, feeling rather ashamed of how distant she had been to him over Christmas. She approached her car sitting in the yard, and looked back to see Ron still standing on the threshold of the house. Suddenly there was a loud pop and Arthur Weasley apparated right onto her car bonnet. Without so much as a ‘Sorry,’ he addressed her cheerfully.

“Oh Hermione, are you driving today?” he said with a grin. “Hope the old girl runs for you ok,” he hopped off the car, seeming like it was a perfectly normal thing to say. He had a fondness for muggle items like no other. She gave him a smile and a wave and pulled out of the drive. Looking back in the mirror, she could still see the two redheads waving in the background.

On the motorway she had plenty of time to think, traffic jams all the way to her exit. Perfect. She fixed her hair in the rear-view mirror and rubbed a smudge of her makeup of her face. Of course, she could have just apparated to her parent’s house. But then, that would have taken half the time, she wanted to be away from the house and Ron for the whole day. She sighed as the traffic started to move then slow almost immediately. Back to work soon, she thought as the minutes of her holidays ticked off one by one.

Two hours later Hermione had finally got off the motorway and was driving down near the seaside town. It was overcast, but not cold; therefore people still donned their swimming costumes and headed for the beach. How they could do that was beyond her! She grimaced as she approached a red traffic light. Her mind wandered over the scenery around her, the lights would be awhile; the junction was busy. She glanced at two men arguing on the footpath opposite her car. One looked very old, and was holding on to a broken bicycle with several filled plastic bags tied to it. Hermione thought he was maybe homeless, he looked shabby and was wearing several layers of clothes.

The other man was taller, and much more built up. He was wearing a long leather coat, and very formal but shabby trousers that came down over his boots. Not unlike those you would have found on Severus Snape. She shuddered remembering her Potions Professor. The tall man was being very aggressive towards the older man, who kept shrugging uselessly and she felt the sudden urge to roll down her window and yell at the bully but she refrained. Pouting slightly she turned her head to get a better look at the tall man. His hair was tied back in a scruffy ponytail and his face very badly needed a shave. He had untidy mutton chops and a scruffy beard that grew down into two thin plaits.

He turned around to point in the direction she was in for the other man, and Hermione gasped. His face seemed familiar yet so different. As he turned away their eyes met and he did a double take, looking back at her with a sinister expression. In a second her eyes ran over his features again, he was giving her an awful snarl of a smile, his bright white teeth clenched, she felt a sudden terror take over her as she became conscious of who it was. A cars horn beeped somewhere behind her and she realised the lights had turned green. She grabbed the wheel and sped up as fast as she could, keeping an eye on the man in her rear-view mirror. He was watching her intently, and she shuddered once he had gone out of view.

It couldn’t have been him, she panicked. I mean if he hadn’t have smiled at me – well he wouldn’t have looked like Greyback at all. She tried reasoning with herself, there was no way it was him. His looked different, not like at Malfoy Manor. His hair had been shorter then, and his beard had been scruffy but not long. But that smile. She shuddered, remembering how infatuated he had been over her at their last meeting. He turned her stomach.

It was then she realised she had missed the turn off for her parent’s house. “Bugger,” she slammed her hand on the steering wheel. She would have to take the next right and double back on herself. It has been five years though. Of course he could look different. Didn’t I? But how on earth would he have recognised me? She pondered, it was true. A lot of her old school mates wouldn’t even recognise her now. She was almost twenty-four now; she had been 18 the last time they ‘met.’ She had definitely changed since then, she was taller, had more womanly curves and features and her hair wasn’t so bushy. She panicked, and thought maybe she should have contacted the ministry. He was still on the run obviously. But then it struck her, He wouldn’t show himself so openly. He knows he’s being hunted – all the sightings of him were by people in the right place at the right time. Not out in broad daylight in the middle of a busy muggle town! It wasn’t him. Just someone a bit offended by her staring, she calmed herself, as she pulled into her parent’s drive.

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Seeing her parent’s had been reassuring, calming even to her nerves. She had forgotten about the earlier incident, well almost. When she got up to leave she suddenly remembered and wondered if driving home was a good idea. The thought of driving home again in the dark scared her, the apparition of the werewolf loomed in her head. She thought of apparating, but then she didn’t want to tell Ron or anyone else of what she had seen and he would question her about her missing car. Ron could never understand about her being tortured, he would hardly understand this. But she decided that she couldn't stay all night, and left her unknowing parents just after eight O’clock. When she got back she was very appreciative of Ron, even snuggling in to him in bed. She smiled, and vowed she’d make more time for him.

The next morning was the same, as if a weight had been lifted off her, she rose from bed very cheerful. After her shower she chucked her towel at Ron to wake him up, he stretched loudly and broke into a grin upon seeing her bearing all in front of him. She smiled and went to fetch her clothes from the closet; there would be time for romanticism later.

Downstairs Hermione bustled around the kitchen, setting the table for breakfast. Although she didn’t expect Ron to be downstairs for some time.

“Maybe I should give Ginny a call,” Hermione said to herself quietly, looking through the kitchen window, the sky was lined with pink. The sun was rising, it was still very early and it looked very chilly outside – but the kitchen was cosy and warmth was coming from the fire and the stove. Hermione placed a large kettle on the hob to heat up.

“Post is here Hermione,” said Ron tossing the post in front of her as he walked in to the tiny kitchen. He was wearing his jumper backwards and looked somewhat sleepy. She could hardly suppress a giggle. He hadn’t been up this early in ‘yonks.’

She sat down at the table as Ron mumbled and disappeared into the pantry. Hermione was already sorting through her post. Letter from mum & dad, letter from Ginny, car tax bills, and the paper, she muttered to herself. Picking up the paper first she saw the headline news, ‘Greyback at the beach.’ Her heart raced as she read the article quickly, Greyback had been spotted in Brighton just yesterday. Several people had seen him, so this was more than just a sighting. Some people had even come forward and claimed that he had threatened them, but the validity of these claims were unknown.

Her hazel eyes swept over the image of him, he was in the background of a crowd of people. She could just about make out his face, he was snarling and looking high above the people’s heads as if looking for a safe way out.

“Hermione...hello?” Ron waved in front of her face.

“Oh,” she said startled, “Sorry what did you say?” She mumbled still looking over the picture.

“I said,” he patronised, “Do you want to visit Bill and Fleur later today? You know, since we're already up and we've nothing planned. I told him we would visit a while ago.”

Hermione nodded and got up to lift the whistling kettle of the stove. She busied herself around the kitchen for the rest of the morning, trying not to think about the article. At noon she changed into a pair of plum red robes, and let her hair down around her shoulders. She scowled at Ron to put on a new shirt, and he did reluctantly.

They were just about ready to go visiting. Ron had already spoken to Bill via Floo, so he knew they were coming around 12:30. They put on their cloaks and Hermione grasped a handful of Floo powder from the mantelpiece. “Ready?” Ron said.

Hermione nodded and threw the floo powder into the fire, the flames turned green and as the couple stepped into the grate – the flames licked at their legs; it was a cold and tingly sensation. “Shell cottage,” exclaimed Hermione and at once they were both whisked off at break-neck speed, and landed in the kitchen hearth of Shell Cottage.

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“Salut,” Fleur chimed at their arrival. She was gorgeous from head to toe, wearing nothing but a light summer dress and white pumps. And her long flowing silvery hair was held back from her face with a fresh daisy chain. She looked so virtuous. Hermione straightened up and greeted her whilst Ron spluttered in the hearth holding on to the fireplace.

“Where’s my brother?” Ron said expectantly, and as if by magic, Bill appeared in flowing grey robes around the doorframe.

“Thought I heard a commotion,” he exclaimed putting a hand out for Ron and shaking it rather fiercely. His face was still badly scared from his fight with Fenrir. But he looked just as handsome as ever; his long ginger hair was tied back in a ponytail and his shark tooth earring dangled from his left ear, just as always. Hermione had had just an inkling of a crush on him in School. She had never met him then, of course, but she had seen photos at the Burrow.

Bill put his arm around his wife, they both looked radiant. “So how’s the little one?” asked Hermione.

Bill turned around to face the hallway and whistled, “Oh he’s fine,” he exclaimed as a rather large Siberian husky came running around the corner and jumped up into his arms. He gave it a rough pet on the head and started to baby-talk to it. Since his accident Bill seemed to acquire an affinity with dogs; he understood them.

“Not that one,” Hermione said exasperated, rolling her eyes. Fleur joined in and led both of them into their family room, where a baby basinet sat in the corner of the room. Little baby Dominque lay in the middle of it. “She’s lovely,” Hermione gasped squeezing Ron’s hand. “It’s been awhile since we last seen her. And where is Victoire?”

As if to answer her, a baby’s cry rang out from above. Fleur pointed to the ceiling, and Bill jogged past the door, “I’m on it!” he said, the husky following his master as they both ascended the stairs. Hermione laughed and commented on how well trained both animals were.

****

Their night at Bill and Fleur’s house was nice, although now that they both had a toddler and a new baby to look after it was hectic. She thought she would remind herself of that every time her body told her it wanted kids. The next morning Hermione woke up quite late, and descended the stairs where she could hear movement coming from within the family room.

“Hermione,” exclaimed a voice, “Look at this!” Ginny had jumped up in a flurry of red hair and an aroma of fine perfume, thrusting a paper into Hermione’s hands. She sat down and unfolded the paper, wondering why Ginny was in her house uninvited, so early in the morning, before she could even read Ginny blurted it out, “Greybacks been spotted near Tinworth, that's where Bill lives!” Hermione froze; she had been their just yesterday with Ron. “You don’t think he’s trying to...” Ginny stuttered and Hermione inhaled gravely, “Get Bill, do you?”

“Why would he?” Hermione broke off, for a second she thought her friend was going to say he was after her. After a second of pensiveness she continued, “Bill isn’t a werewolf though. Could Fenrir even track him?” She thought about it for awhile, both girls were silent. Was that how Fenrir tracked his victims - By scent? She guessed it probably was, but then did he really know who Bill was? Hadn’t he just been someone he had bitten in a frenzy at Hogwart’s. She supposed that maybe werewolves could track those they bite, by remembering their scent. But Fenrir wasn’t even transformed at the time – surely he would not have any recognition for Bill. It made her want to read the rest of that werewolf book and cursed herself for leaving it at the Burrow. But convincing herself that he was not after Bill only made her feel worse for some reason. A lump rose in her throat - why was she feeling so tense, and nauseous all of a sudden.

After their discussion Ginny apologized for barging into her house uninvited but she had been so scared for Bill, she wanted to tell someone but not someone who would fret over it. That’s why she chose Hermione; she was level-headed in these sorts of situations. Hermione smiled meekly, wishing she could agree. She was wracked with worry and fear with her assumptions, but she would not tell Ginny – not yet.

After a delightful breakfast they decided to go into town for the day. She scribbled a note for Ron in case he came home while she was still out, and changed into some midnight blue robes. “You look lovely!” Ginny gasped as Hermione rushed down the stairs grabbing her handbag.

“Come on let’s not waste time, I heard there’s a sale on in Gladrag’s!” Exclaimed the witch in blue robes.

“Ooh, really?” Ginny squealed and at once jumped up and grabbed her bag. Slinging it over her shoulder they walked arm in arm out the door. They would apparate to London. The fireplaces were always too busy in Diagon Alley.

****

The alleyway they apparated to was disgusting. The dumpsters to their right stunk and something shook violently in one that made them keep their distance, but they giggled and hurried around the corner towards The Leaky Cauldron. The bar was dark and smoky, they waved towards Tom the barman and hurried on through to the back, they wouldn’t be stopping now, maybe later though for lunch. Once outside they tapped the bricks of the old crumbling wall, it folded itself back in an intricate pattern and exposed Diagon Alley to their eyes.

The streets were crowded beyond belief, and the two witches groaned. On these sale days, one could get a black eye if one wasn’t careful. They slipped into the fray, hand in hand so they would not lose each other and eventually wound up at Gladrag’s. The shop was so busy, as soon as they went inside a blast of warm air hit them. Too many people, too much body heat, too little oxygen. They flashed a glance between them; it was too loud to even hear each other. They passed two witches fighting over an underwear bin, they were holding the same pair and were cursing furiously at each other.

A little later on they both appeared from the shop holding 4 bags each. It had been hard to get anything in there, but they wouldn’t give up. Ginny knew a bargain when she saw one. “What next?” said Hermione, holding onto her bags furiously, as they were being almost swept away by the crowd.

“How about lunch?” mouthed Ginny, as she struggled to stay beside Hermione, the crowd was drowning her out. They both nodded and surfed back to The Leaky Cauldron on a wave of new shoppers, and sat down in a booth in a dimly lit corner. The bar was busy, but not full, they ordered their food once Tom the barman had sidled over, and were in deep conversation by the time it came.

“Ginny,” Hermione started, and Ginny set down her fork sensing something important with her friend’s tone of voice. “This sounds really silly, but, I think I have a stalker.” Hermione blushed immediately, and sipped at her pumpkin juice. Ginny just gawped at Hermione, but then brought her hand across the table and touched Hermione’s.

“You poor thing, who do you think it is? I mean, do you already know or..?” She trailed off waiting for Hermione to tell her more.

“I think,” Hermione bit her lip. “Look, I think...this sounds strange but I think it's quite serious. I mean it's not just some normal stalker that would send you tons of Valentine's Day cards - I think, I think Greyback is stalking me Ginny.” Hermione hushed the last few words. Ginny looked flabbergasted.

“Oh god Hermione, you have to get the Ministry in on this!” The redhead panicked. That’s what Hermione loved about Ginny. She didn’t even pause, or hesitate to believe what her friend had said. She already believed her. And she felt glad she had confided in her and not someone else.

“Well, I mean I don’t know if he is but...” She bit her lip again and leaned closer, more aware of her surroundings than ever. There were lots of shadowy figures in the bar, there always were so she learned to be wary. For example, a tall witch with a black veil sat at the bar, her fingers were long and scabby and she looked as if she was hatching some diabolical plan as she magically stirred the smoking cocktail in front of her. Or the man in the lonely booth in the corner, his face was completely covered by his long hood, his hands were buried in his robes, a pint of beer sat on the table half full.

She told Ginny all about what she had seen in Brighton, and then she told her of her suspicions after they visited Shell Cottage. Ginny voiced her concern to her friend, but she knew how much Hermione wanted to keep this under wraps. Taking her hand in hers she told her not to worry. That it was probably just coincidence that Greyback had been near Tinworth. After all, it was partly a wizarding village and there was a myth about families of werewolves living there years ago.

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The next morning Hermione got up early and tidied the house. She put away all her new clothes that she had gotten on the shopping trip and had sat down to breakfast when suddenly an owl flew in the open window. She took the paper from its legs and popped a few coins, from a tin on the shelf, into its leg pouch and gave it a piece of her sausage she had been eating before it flew off. She took a sip of tea, holding the paper up in one hand and choked, spluttering tea everywhere.

Her eyes grew wide with fear, the headline, “Ministry in an Uproar, Greyback spotted in Diagon Alley,” and “Ministry slated for Incompetence.” She shakily set the tea cup back on its saucer and her eyes frantically scanned the article. Greyback had been spotted in Diagon Alley but made a getaway before Aurors could grab him. The Ministry was getting very bad press for it all, he was right under their noses.

Before she knew it tears had welled up in the witch's eyes, she knew it now; he was after her. Was it the man in The Leaky Cauldron? Had it been him? She just knew it, she felt sick. She grabbed the floo powder and leant down on her hands and knees on the hearth. Ginny had to know.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! What did you guys think of this chapter? Review please it makes me happy!! And rate! :D

Why the lyrics: *Purr* Because Fenrir wants her :3 He is going to stay alive and follow her home lol :3

I foresee: Danger, blood & peppermints. Oh and Fenrir *purr* yes he makes an appearance at last muahaha :D

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