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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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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

The Girl Amongst The Wolves

Chapter 19

That night, Hermione was brushing her hair in front of her vanity mirror, her mind in turmoil over the whole pregnancy and children issue. Hermione had been so busy with adjusting to life with Fenrir and acclimatizing to their new Bond, that she hadn't really thought about their future together. But she had known that it was an unavoidable fact that she was going to have at least one child with Fenrir – after all, she was the Alpha's mate and the Alpha needed heirs to pass the Pack on to, and to carry on their name in the Were world. And she had wanted to be a mother too! She wanted to have a baby and take care of it and raise it with Fenrir; she hadn't even been bothered by the idea of pregnancy or labour or the two o'clock feeds every night.

Or at least she hadn't been until Lauren had opened her mouth and had started moaning about being pregnant. She didn't know why but the reality of her situation felt like it was crashing down around her. With every stroke of her hairbrush, the invisible noose around her neck tightened. It wasn't that she didn't love Fenrir…Well actually, was it? She had only really started to feel things for him after they had Mated; was it just the Bond? Was it just the Age-Old magic that was making her feel like she was in love with him, when she actually wasn't? No! She couldn't start questioning the only solid thing in her life! Of course she loved him, even if he still wasn't quite his old self yet.

"You've been brushing your hair for ten minutes, shouldn't you be bald now?" Fenrir joked as he left the bathroom, still naked from his shower.

"Hmmm? Yes, yes…" She mumbled, not really having heard what he was saying.

He frowned as he noticed this, walking over to her and taking the brush from her hand, placing it down gently. "Hermione, are you alright?"

She looked at him and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" She nodded, looking away. He sighed. "Hermione, if something's wrong, you can always tell me." He said softly.

"Yes, I know. I'm fine."

He sighed again and stood up. "Alright. Are you ready for bed?"

"I'll be there in a while; I'm going to take a shower."

!"!

Hermione took a shower and then waited as long as was possible before slipping back into the bedroom quietly, dressing herself in pyjamas. Fenrir was already asleep on his side of the bed, his chest rising and falling with every slow breath. She tiptoed over to the bed, peeled back the covers and then climbed in gently, smoothing the sheets back over her. She settled into a comfortable position and then closed her eyes. Not ten seconds passed before Fenrir rolled over and draped his arm around her waist. It didn't annoy her, but she was in a mood where she didn't want to be touched, she just wanted to be left alone. Fenrir, still with his eyes closed, started kissing her neck and sliding his hand under the shirt of her pyjamas.

"Hello there." He whispered, rubbing circles on her stomach with his thumb.

"Fenrir, I'm kind of…Not in the mood."

He opened his eyes and looked at her. She flinched a little as he sniffed her tummy and then looked back at her. "Your period isn't here and you're not ill. What's going on?"

"Fenrir, I'm just not in the mood. It can happen, you know?" She snapped.

He growled and twitched his finger at the oil lamp beside their bed, making it light up. The sudden light made Hermione gasp but she was quickly focused again when Fenrir pulled the sheets back and straddled her waist roughly, keeping her pinned to the bed, yet not crushing her under his weight. She was about to protest when he placed one hand over her throat, squeezing only a little.

"Listen to me, Mate." He snarled quietly, instantly making her stomach wiggle nervously. "I have asked you what is wrong and you have continued to lie to me."

"I didn't lie!"

"You claim that there is nothing wrong yet you are acting in a fashion that is not yourself! Something has upset you and since you refuse to tell me about it, I'll just have to take your mind off it!"

He roughly pushed her pyjama bottoms down, flipping her over onto her stomach in a fluid motion with his hands. She managed to get out a few confused syllables before he spread her thighs and lined himself up with her entrance.

"Fenrir, stop!" She said, not wanting to increase the likelihood of pregnancy.

"Why?" He snapped, rubbing himself against her mound before easing himself in slowly, letting out a throaty groan. Hermione was torn inside. On one hand, Fenrir being inside her felt indescribably wonderful, the feeling of being full of him made her nearly weep in ecstasy. On the other hand, she was upset that he hadn't listened to her and even more so when she thought about the chances of her becoming pregnant after this round of sex.

"Fenrir, just stop!"

"Tell me why!" He ordered, pulling himself out and then pushing back in, setting a rhythm in place.

"I don't want to get pregnant!"

When Fenrir heard her say those words, he didn't know which emotion should be more prominent in their impending argument. Betrayal at her choice of words, almost as if bearing his children would be a chore or a hindrance. Relief that that was all that was wrong with her. Annoyance that he had told her several times that she wouldn't get pregnant unless they were both ready, and she had chosen to ignore him and work herself up about it. Instead, he simply let out an annoyed groan, withdrew himself from her and settled himself over her, supporting his weight on his arms, yet keeping her pinned on her front.

"Hermione, I'm going to say this one more time." He started lowly, trying to calm himself. "You will not become pregnant unless we are both ready. That is fact. I, myself, am not ready to breed yet, and you have just made it perfectly clear that you do not see cubs in our foreseeable future." Anger had quickly turned to hurt as soon as he said that.

He knew he probably wouldn't be a very good father; after all he was prone to mood swings and crabbiness and he would probably end up spending more time working for the Dark Lord than being with his Mate and children, but he wanted to try it nonetheless. He had always thought that being a father was the hardest thing a man could do; if he could even half-successfully raise a single child to be an average Wolf, he would feel that his life had been worth it. But knowing his status as Alpha, it was highly probable that at least one of his offspring would become Alphas at some points in their lives. As he thought of this, his mind started to imagine what his children would look like, the children he now knew his Mate would deny him. Would they be tall? Of course they would, Fenrir was tall. But would the girls take after their mother and be short? What colour would their eyes be? What about their hair? Would they have his black hair, or Hermione's brown? Would it be straight like his, or curly like hers? And their personalities…Stubborn? Brave? Smart? Rash?

But then his remembered that in all likelihood he would never become a father, not after Hermione's outburst, and his heart felt like it was sinking so far down into his gut, it would fall out the other end. His stomach felt heavy. He felt almost as if Hermione was denying him the right to be a man, denying him the right to impregnate his Mate; the one thing every male Were was expected to do, Dominant or submissive. He rolled off Hermione, who had simply remained still, waiting for him to speak again. But he didn't. He turned to face the other way, his back to her. For the first time since their Mating, he didn't want to look at her.
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