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Just Submit	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 88137 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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!

Thank you all for your reviews. They were very encouraging.

Chapter Warning: doctor kink? ; fingering; slash; D/s; humil (I hope I didn't forget something) Pairings: FG/HG, SS/NL

Chapter 2 - Examination

When Fenrir hauled Hermione up again, she squeaked. She hadn't expected him to carry her again. It was awkward, and she couldn't see much of her surrounding, so she craned her neck to see Neville. It was another face she met instead, and it was familiar as well. Black eyes were staring at her, Professor Snape. Hermione was too shocked to say anything. The man had been revealed as a spy one year ago, and Voldemort had sent a message that he was never to come back. What happened? Was it a lie? Had Professor Dumbledore trusted the wrong person? Hermione was confused. She felt dizzy and quickly everything turned black.

She woke up with a wand pointed at her face, and she screamed.

“Damn, Severus,” Fenrir cursed when Hermione almost managed to jump out of his arms. At least his reflexes were good enough to keep Hermione still in the bridal style position in his arms where she had been all the time.

“What? I was under the impression that an alpha like you could handle a submissive, but maybe I was wrong. Your lack of practice seems to be worse than I expected. Maybe you should have kept your pack submissive-free like the last thirty years,” Severus mocked Fenrir.

Fenrir growled. “Watch your tongue, head beta.”

Head beta? Now Hermione's head was spinning again. How could he be head beta. Why was he a werewolf at all? Had he been one all the time? No, that was impossible.

“Maybe you should stop thinking too much, Miss Granger. It seems your head has undergone quite the physical and mental damage and needs rest. It would be in your own interest to get this examination over with as fast as possible,” his silky voice soothed her, and she nodded understandingly.

Hermione closed her eyes for the rest of the journey to the examination room. When she was placed on her feet, she finally dared to open her eyes again and looked around. The room was sterile white and big like the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Several beds stood at the sides of the room and half of the left side of the room was an examination area. A metal examination table stood in the middle of that part, and Hermione shivered and stepped backwards. Too bad Fenrir stood behind her.

“Don't even try to run,” Fenrir growled in a warning voice.

“I'm fine. I don't need an examination,” Hermione protested fearfully.

“Set her down over there,” Severus commanded. “We will start with the boy.”

When Neville spoke, Hermione was startled to hear his voice after all the time he had kept quiet. “Please, Professor, he has already examined me. You don't need to do it again,” Neville pleaded with Professor Snape.

In a quick, inhumanly quick, motion Severus was beside Neville, grabbed his neck and pressed him down. “Your are part of my pack now, and so are my responsibility. You are a submissive and will listen to what the dominants around you say to you. When I think I need to examine you, I will and you will not complain. Is that clear?”

Neville went limb the moment Severus grabbed his neck and started to whimper. He answered Severus' question with a fearful nodding. “I'm sorry, sir.”

“It's 'I'm sorry, beta'.” Severus started to loosen his grip and drew small circles with his thumb on one side of Neville's neck. To Hermione's surprise, Neville calmed down. “See, when you behave everything can be all right. You are still alive, Neville. That's more than many others can say, and you should make the best out of it. Living here can even be very comfortable and nice if you behave.” Was it by chance that he had used Neville's first name or was it on purpose? “Will you behave now, Neville?”

“Yes, sir... ehm beta.”

“Good boy.”

Neville's sound between a whimper and his shout of joy made Hermione's head even more dizzy.

Severus pulled Neville up. “This is Miller. He is the Healer in charge here. I only take part during important examinations or healing sessions or what I deem important. I normally just brew the potions and salves and get summoned when Miller needs my advice. So he will do the examination. As part of your pack I have the full right to participate or overview the procedure as Fenrir can do for Hermione and the head alpha can demand for everyone in the clan. I will help Miller, but he will do the main work. Understood?”

Neville nodded again, not daring to look up. There was no privacy screen or anything, and it would be pure horror and humiliation to be examined in front of so many people, especially Hermione.

“Undress!” Severus commanded.

Neville gulped. He looked fearfully over to Hermione, who sat shivering on one of the wooden chairs beside Fenrir.

“Don't look at her. Concentrate on what the dominants want from you. What do they want?” Severus demanded, but not unkindly.

“Th.. They want me to un... undress,” Neville stuttered.

“Exactly. So start!” Severus plucked at Neville's torn shirt.

Neville pulled the shirt over his head with shaking hands. He didn't dare to look up. He knew that all eyes were on him. He wasn't self-confident, no. He hated his baby fat. He never managed to get rid of it, not even in the hard last few months.

“There is definitely a beautiful body under all this dirt,” Severus commented.

Surprised Neville looked up. Was it possible that Severus' eyes had become darker than they had been a few minutes before?

“Yes, my beta is correct, “Ages said and stepped closer, eying Neville's naked chest. “No reason to get scared,” the old man said when Neville started to shiver more forcefully. “Toss the dirty clothes in that box over there. After the examination, you will be bathed and will get new clothes from us.”

Be bathed. Why can't we bath alone? Hermione thought. Oh, yeah, let me guess. Because we are submissives. Slowly Hermione felt her normal brain take over again; now when she wasn't in physical contact with one of the dominants or being spoken to by them.

Neville meanwhile had shuffled over to the box and threw his shirt into it.

“Your trousers and underwear as well, and then come over here,” Severus commanded and went over to the examination table. Neville could see Miller arrange a tablet beside the table and his eyes went big.

“Your clothes, Neville,” Severus demanded, positioning himself between the tablet and Neville's eyes. Unfortunately it was too late. Neville had seen all the instruments and it was too much for him.

Neville could hardly open the fly of his jeans because his hands trembled that much. He felt his eyes water and felt sobs escape his throat. A groan from behind him made him squeak. When Severus grabbed him from behind, Neville miserably tried to apologize for his clumsiness. “I'm sorry, sir. I am really trying.”

“Stop crying, Neville. What did I tell you? You are alive and everything will be okay. All you need to do is to obey us and stop being so scared. Nobody here will harm you.” He held both of Neville's trembling hands in his and stared down at the shivering boy. When Neville calmed a bit, Severus let go of his hands and reached down to Neville's trousers.

Neville didn't protest when Severus slid his trousers together with his underwear over his hips and made him step out of them. He tried to cover himself when Severus paused and stared at his private bits. That seemed to pull Severus out of his fascination, and he tossed the soiled clothes to the shirt in the box.

“Now, come.” Severus gently but determined guided Neville over to the table. Then he gave Neville's hands a swat. “Stop this. It's not necessary to hide anything from now on.” He grabbed Neville under his armpits and lifted him onto the table as if he weighed nothing. When a man like Fenrir does something like this, you don't think much about it, but a lean man like Severus? That was very odd. It seemed werewolves really had great strength. No wonder Voldemort had convinced them to fight on his side. Hermione shivered thinking about Voldemort. That made her think about Harry and the others, and she felt like crying again. Severus' words pulled her out of her thoughts abruptly. “I said you should stop thinking, Hermione.” How could he read her mind without even looking at her. He had stood with his back to her. When she looked at him with eyes like saucers, he added, “Remember my words if you don't want to give Neville here a break and be the first to be examined.” Hermione shook her head vehemently and then looked over to Neville to apologize.

Neville was sitting on the cold metal table and shivered. It wasn't a nice feeling, especially not for some delicate parts of his body.

“Magic doesn't work very well on werewolves. At least not charms and spells. We react better to potions and our bodies can't trick Muggle examination techniques as well as they can manage it with diagnostic spells. That's why this tablet you are so scared of is filled with all those instruments. There is no reason to be afraid. We will tell you what we are going to do before we do it. You know what the main purpose of a submissive in a pack of werewolves is, right?” Severus looked intensively at Neville.

Neville knew from Severus' look that he was using Legilimence on him. Of course Neville knew about submissives in a pack, and knowing that Severus could see the pictures he saw in his mind at the moment made Neville blush deeply.

“I see you know what will be expected of you in the future, even though it's not exactly like you imagine it. There will be no rape, Neville, I can promise you that. Your wolf will take over more and more in the next few days, and you will adjust. As a super sub you will pleasure the whole clan, not only one mate or special wolves like a pup like Hermine would do.” Neville's eyes wandered over to Hermione, who was still shivering beside Fenrir; until the man had enough and pulled her on his lap. “You will feel the urge to pleasure the dominants around you, and you will enjoy it. So no rape. Sometimes you will not feel like it, and you are allowed to say no. Of course the dominants won't just give up and will try to convince you, but in the end it will always be your decision. Did you understand me, Neville?”

“But...”

“No, buts. Nobody will force you to have sex like you have just imagined it. You are a submissive, yes; you have to listen to what the dominants tell you, yes; but they will never force you to have sex with them. The only pain you will feel from now on is the pain of a punishment for disobeying a command of a dominant. Sex will never be a command. It will take you some time to understand this all, Neville, and we have enough time until your first changing. Now we need you and Hermione to get examined, cleaned and resting. We will talk about all of this later. So there are two reasons why we need to examine you. First to ensure that you are not hurt and can be claimed and courted. You are a virgin, we all can smell this very clearly, but you could still be damaged or could have a dysfunction of some sort. Therefore I will ask you a few questions and I want you to answer them truthfully. Remember I can tell when you lie.” Severus pointed at his eyes.

Neville blushed even deeper. The room was nicely warm, and he wasn't cold, but still he hated to sit naked on this metal table. Couldn't Snape have asked him the questions when he was still clad? The snapping of the white rubber gloves Miller put on pulled Neville out of his thoughts.

“The second reason for the examination is that there is a high death rate of newly changed werewolves. Therefore we need to watch you very closely until you have changed for the first time. That means we especially have to check your body temperature very closely. It should slowly, but steadily, increase and stop at a special degree. Don't look so afraid. We had several subs who had problems, but we always got those problems under control.”

“Yes, that's the benefit of having an excellent Potion's Master as a head beta,” Miller said and stepped directly beside Neville; his rubber gloves in place.

Neville looked nervously at the hands of the healer.

“So let's start with the questions, Neville. Miller meanwhile will start the examinations of your head, ears, mouth, nose and eyes. Nothing of that will hurt, so relax and answer my questions.”

Neville was torn between looking at Severus, as he knew was expected from him, and at Miller who now took one of the instruments from the tablet.

“Eyes on me, Neville. I already told you that nothing that Miller does now will hurt. You need to trust your beta,” Severus said in a more commanding tone than he had used minutes before. Immediately Neville looked at him and tried to ignore that Miller was sticking an instrument in his ear.

“You are eighteen now, aren't you?” Severus asked.

“Yes, I turned eighteen three month ago,” Neville answered shakily.

“So you are a young man already, but are still a virgin. Nothing to be ashamed about, Neville. I know that this makes all of this much harder for you. It must be confusing. Do you like the new world now that it is ruled by Voldemort?”

Neville was shocked and surprised about the topic. He had awaited everything from questions about masturbation to mocking about being a virgin but not this. “I... I don't understand.”

“You survived four months of Voldemort's regime before you were captured, I assume. Voldemort never kept a prisoner longer than a week. So you must have been captured lately. Am I correct?”

“Yes, we were captured three days ago,” Neville said sadly, remembering his friends who now were dead.

Severus captured his chin, and Miller stepped aside to give him room. “Neville, you live; that's all that matters. Do you hear me? You need to forget the others. You at least still have Miss Granger. So now tell me, did you liked what you saw while you were hiding from Voldemort.”

“I... I didn't like it. He is cruel, and there isn't much to live for lately.”

“So you are in heaven now, Neville. This is the only place to which Voldemort will never come. Fenrir has him under control and eating out of his hand. He—”

“Severus, my pup here is shaking like a leaf. As enjoyable as your lovely words of praise about me are, I would appreciate if you could hurry up a bit,” Fenrir mocked from his chair.

“And I would appreciate if you could shut up and let me talk with my sub,” Severus growled back.

“My, my, Severus. It's always such a pain to see you forget who rescued you from Voldemort's clutches.”

Severus growled at Fenrir. “I never forget.”

“Then hurry up.”

Severus turned to Neville again. “Like I said. You are safe here. No Voldemort, no pain, no darkness. When you behave, everyone will treat you like the cute little sub you are.”

Neville blushed again. Miller meanwhile had examined his torso. The bite mark on his shoulder was only cleaned and otherwise remained untouched. When Miller checked Neville's heart and lungs, he nodded at Severus. It was obviously a kind of signal.

“Now this will be a bit uncomfortable, Neville, but if you relax it will be over quite soon. Lay down.” He helped the now shaking boy to lay down on the metal table and went to stand beside Neville's head.

Neville had covered his genitals until then, but now Miller tried to pry his hands away. Whimpering miserably, Neville refused. “Please don't.”

“I have already explained that this is necessary. Come on, be a good little sub and take your hands away,” Severus said gently and pulled Neville's hands away. “That's it. Close your eyes. That will make it easier.

Miller didn't waste any time and just started his examination. He lifted Neville's limp penis and checked it for any signs of damage. He pulled the foreskin back to see if it fit, or didn't and needed to be cut. Then he prodded Neville's sac. “Everything all right,” Miller stated and waited for Severus lead.

“Now, Neville, I need you to be honest or I have to try it out myself.” He leaned over close to Neville's ear. “Have you ever been hard?” Severus whispered. It was almost erotic. No, it was damn sexy, and Neville whimpered, knowing he would embarrass himself in a few seconds. He couldn't stop to feel safe around Severus, and hearing him say those words with his eyes shut and not seeing the rest of the people in the room, he couldn't stop his body from reacting.

Of course Severus and all the others saw it. “I'm very pleased with your... answer. Very pleased, Neville. You are such a good sub,” Severus whispered directly in Neville's ear; his hot breath tickling Neville's ear shell.

Neville could feel Severus grin and leer at his private parts. He started to become insecure. He was small compared to the other boys he knew. Becoming ashamed about his body, his erection softened quickly.

“No, Neville, you are perfect. Everyone here will love you and your perfect body. Never think anything else, but we will convince you about it later,” Severus breathed in Neville's eyes.

How can he read my thought when my eyes are closed? Neville thought, confused. Severus' chuckles didn't help his confusion at all.

“Okay, Neville, now we will come to the uncomfortable part,” Severus said more seriously but still calmingly.

Neville's eyes snapped open anxiously. First he looked at Severus, but then he realized that it should be Miller he had to worry about. When he looked at the healer his breath got caught in his throat. He was holding a twelve inch long thermometer in his hand and applied a transparent lubricant to the first six inches. Before Neville could sit up and jump from the table, Severus had pressed down on his chest and had secured him like this with one hand. The other hand grabbed Neville under his knees and lifted his legs up.

Neville started to whimper miserably, and the whimper became even louder when Miller rubbed Neville's entrance with lubrication and then started to push the thermometer slowly but steadily into Neville. “No please, it hurts.”

“It hurts because you don't relax, Neville. It needs to go deeper than a Muggle thermometer, but not much deeper. Try to relax,” Severus whispered in Neville's ear. It was agony. How could you relax around a thing that is being pushed into your bum, especially when you don't even know when it will finally stop.

“You are hurting yourself, Neville. Please stop. I don't want you to be in pain. If you relax it will go in easier and won't hurt.”

Neville shook his head in despair. “I can't.”

“Almost there, Neville,” Miller said and patted Neville's thigh. “That's it, Neville. Very good.” After a few more agonizing seconds, he said, “That was it. Relax, Neville. I won't push deeper. Now we will wait for the results.”

Never in his life had Neville felt more embarrassed than in that moment with his legs high in the air. His private parts exposed to everyone in the room. Even though it was warm in the room he could feel the air around his genitals and almost wished for the pain to come back to distract him. Only Severus soothing noises in his ear made him relax, despite the fact that his face was crimson red from embarrassment. When the thermometer was slowly pulled out, Neville had the feeling as if he was on the loo and feared he would embarrass himself even more by loosing something now.

“You are thinking too much, Neville,” Severus whispered in his ear again, and Neville groaned, frustrated. Nothing would be private any longer when Severus was around.

The thermometer was out now, but the relief Neville had felt about it, quickly vanished when he realized that his legs weren't released. Then he felt again something at his entrance and tried to crane his neck to see what was happening. Severus' body was blocking his view and before he could ask, he felt something enter him. It wasn't painful, but very uncomfortable. It went in deeper and deeper, and then it crooked and Neville cried out.

Severus chuckled and then did something that Neville really distracted from the prodding finger in his ass; Severus leaned over and kissed him. First it was just lips, but then Severus took advantage of Neville's slightly opened mouth and explored it with his tongue.

If Neville hadn't found out much earlier, he would have known now for sure that he was gay. His cock immediately jumped to attention and became rock hard. Neville whimpered and then moaned. He told himself that it was out of embarrassment, but deep down he knew it was because he was damn aroused. Who would have guessed that Severus Snape, the man who had made Potions a living hell for him would provoke such a reaction from him. They had become more civil when Neville was allowed to take part in Order meetings, but Neville would never have thought sexually about Severus. Today Severus behaved totally differently. Maybe he was a totally different man now since he was a werewolf. Neville was pulled from his thoughts and his pleasure, when a measuring tape was placed on his cock and then his balls. He looked shocked into Severus' open black eyes, who grinned and stopped kissing him.

“I'm very proud of you, my little sub. You are right, who would have thought that we would once be in this situation. I must say I absolutely enjoy it.” With that, he let go of Neville's legs. “Now be a good boy and wait over there until we are finished with Miss Granger.” He gestured over to the chairs beside Fenrir's one.

Neville patted over to the chair, trying to hide his arousal especially from Hermione. Knowing that she had seen it anyway made him blush even more than he already had.

“In a few minutes you both will be equal, my sweet sub,” Severus said to Neville when he placed a thin blanket over him. The temperature in the house was very high to please the almost naked submissives, but Severus wanted to make Neville happy, and he knew that something to cover him with was definitely something Neville would love. It was funny how quickly a submissive could ensnare a dominant. Severus had completely fallen for the boy he once thought to be clumsy and stupid.

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