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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 22

‘Since when is the bed moist and grainy?’ Hermione pondered as her mind drifted in and out of consciousness. The Full Moons tended to make her extremely tired and moody, even though she didn’t resist Mother Moon, not like that mongrel Lupin. Pushing down the anger that instinctively rose in the pit of her stomach at the thought of him, she moved her head to bury it in her pillow…which seemed a lot thinner and harder than normal. It was also…Throbbing? ‘What’s going on?’ She worried. Before she could open her eyes to look around, something moved behind her. Next, an arm slipped around her waist and a pair of warm wet lips planted themselves on the juncture between her neck and her shoulder. It was then Hermione realised that her pillow was an arm, which was moving underneath her to roll her head around.

“Good morning, Mate.” That voice was Heaven on Earth. That voice could make her do anything in the bedroom, as long as it was as raspy and charismatic as it was at that moment…Oh, that voice…Hermione almost shivered from the sound of it. A throaty chuckle made her realise that she had actually shivered. “All that shiver from just my voice, Mate? Or is it the cold? After all, you are naked in the forest…”

Hermione’s eyes shot open at that. Looking down, she did indeed see that she was completely naked, her flesh only covered by the occasional smear of dirt or a random leaf. She looked around in a panic. Had the Pack seen her naked? Well they’d heard her have sex last night…Would being seen naked be any different? Fenrir interrupted her thoughts.

“The Pack went in early to clean up and start breakfast.” He answered, rolling over to lie on his side in front of her, propping his head up on his hand. “We’re all alone…” He trailed off with a naughty wink, running his hand up and down her side, resting it on her hip.

She smiled and gently pulled his head down to kiss him. He responded immediately, rolling on top of her, spreading her thighs and placing himself between them, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. It only took a few minutes of kissing before she was ready for him, allowing him to sink straight into her, making them both moan as they joined together. She held onto him tightly, making up for her stillness last night, whispering in his ear how good he felt and what she wanted him to do, him replying by growling and complying with her desires. Completely immersed in the feelings he gave her, Hermione allowed her head to roll back onto the ground and gasp in pleasure, her back arching up into her Mate as he thrust and pounded into her, whispering back to her how beautiful she was when she gave herself to him. With a few whimpers and a low moan, they both arrived in each other’s embrace. Their climaxes might not have been earth-shattering but they had been what they both needed; to feel and be with their Mates after their Bond was officially sealed.

Still inside her, Fenrir spoke. “You leave for Hogwarts in three days.”

Instantly down from her high, she opened her eyes. “That soon?”

“Yes, that soon. I will accompany you there, and make sure you are settled in before I return.” He didn’t need to see her eyes to know she was sad; he felt it deep in his chest. Another gift from their Bond; the ability to sense the other’s emotions. “I will join you most nights. I won’t neglect you, dear.” Still, she didn’t seem happier. He sighed. Fenrir had never really been around women who needed comforting. In the past, before he had met Hermione obviously, when he had encountered a young single woman who needed comforting, he just pounded it out of her during sex. But he sensed he couldn’t just do that to Hermione. “Hermione, you know you need to finish Hogwarts. And I can’t move the whole Pack into the castle. It’s already been arranged that you will return here for every other weekend and all holidays. Time will fly and before you know it, you’ll be back here.” He soothed, giving her a long kiss. “You’ll see.”

!”!

“Absolutely not!” Fenrir roared.

Hermione sighed again. They were sitting – well Hermione was sitting, Fenrir was slamming his hands against the wood of the desk in the Headmasters’ office at Hogwarts. The newly appointed Head, Severus Snape, sat behind his desk and couldn’t resist rolling his eyes. He had shown Hermione and Fenrir her private quarters for the year, which lay on the same floor as Gryffindor Tower. It had its own fully equipped en suite bathroom, a spacious bedroom which was decorated in an almost exact replica of their bedroom in the Pack’s mansion, and a very large living room with plenty of bookshelves, sofas, desks and chairs and a fully functioning fireplace with its own supply of Floo powder, though it only connected to certain locations. But that wasn’t the problem.

“I will not have my Mate wearing…This!” He angrily gestured to the Gryffindor robe which now lay in tatters, thanks to Fenrir’s claws, on Snape’s desk.

Snape raised his eyebrow in a blatantly unimpressed and unamused way. “Well yes, I must say, Fenrir, that I too believe tatters to be poor quality.”

“That’s not the problem, Professor.” Hermione spoke quietly, interrupting before Fenrir could get really riled up.

“Then what is, Miss Granger? Or are you Madame Greyback now?”

She rose from her chair patiently and stood next to Fenrir, laying a calming hand on his arm. “I’m still Granger. And the problem, sir, is that-”

“I refuse to let my Mate wear this colour!” Silence filled the office.

Snape’s brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “Black?”

“Red!” He picked up the tatters and shook them violently at Snape. “My Mate will not wear red!”

“And why, may I ask, is Miss Granger too good for her house colours?”

Fenrir’s eyes changed to a deep amber, almost black. Before he could answer, Hermione spoke. “Red is the colour traditionally worn in our Pack by the omega.” Fenrir nodded.

“The omega?”

She cleared her throat, wrapping her arm around Fenrir’s waist in a calming and comforting gesture. “Yes, the…Slave, as it were.” Fenrir nodded again. “I believe that Fenrir sees it as a…As an insult, almost, to…Me?” She looked to him. He nodded again. She looked back to Snape. “An insult to me, as the Alpha female of the Pack, to wear the colour usually worn by the lowest member.”

Snape seemed to digest this. “Red is the colour of your house. What colour would you suggest you wear?”

“Gold.” Fenrir snapped. “Gold is the royal colour of the Pack.”

“The closest we have is yellow, which is the colour for Hufflepuff. The idiots of the school. Would you like your…Mate to join that house?” Fenrir shook his head aggressively, more appalled by that thought than the thought of her in red. “Then what do you suggest, Greyback? She can’t very well walk about the school in her underwear. As much as you would like her to.”

Fenrir growled and was about to pounce on Snape when Hermione spoke again. “How about we just get rid of the colour? I wear simple black robes instead? They can still bear the Gryffindor emblem, just not a red version of it.” She offered, stroking Fenrir’s arm soothingly with the hand that didn’t rest on his hip.

He nodded in approval, straightening up. Snape sighed and nodded. “Very well. Any more changes you would like us to make for you, Miss Granger? You already get your own rooms, a few days off every month, every other weekend away from the castle, and now a relaxed dress code. Any other luxuries you would like?”

Fenrir growled again, his fingernails starting to grow. Hermione shushed him again. “No, thank you, Headmaster. Now, if you’ll excuse us.” She nodded politely, taking Fenrir’s hand and pulling him from the room.

!”!

Hermione collapsed on the floor, wincing as she inadvertently cramped her breasts against the floor, after letting Fenrir take out his frustration with Snape on her in her rooms, somewhat christening them for the year ahead. Fenrir panted above her, lowering himself from his knees to hover over her, kissing between her shoulder blades before he moved to the side and lay on his back. She gasped for breath and supported her head under her arms.

“Feel better?”

He nodded. “Much.”

“Feel more than an Alpha?” She grinned.

He turned his head and scowled. “You may be my Mate but that won’t stop me taking you over my knee when you deserve it!”

She laughed lightly, scooting closer to him and draping her arm across his chest. Immediately, he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her tightly, kissing the top of her head. They lay there together quietly, simply enjoying being together and basking in the afterglow of their love-making. It was only when the grandfather clock in the living area chimed eight o’clock in the evening did Fenrir finally grumble and sit up.

“I need to return to the Pack.”

With those words, Hermione felt as if her heart were snapping in two. Her Wolf whimpered and whined in her mind, telling her to cling to her Mate and not let go. Before she could even sit up, he was already pulling his worn jeans on and picking up his shirt.

“Mate?” She asked, only then hearing the pleading and pitiful tone in her voice. Fenrir visibly stiffened, torn between leaving quickly to make it less painful and making love to her one last time. He sighed heavily as he pulled his shirt on. She stood up and pressed herself to his back, wrapping her arms around his waist. He growled lowly in his chest, turning in her arms and kissing her deeply.

“I’ll be back soon, Mate.”

“Please don’t leave me.” She pled softly, a few tears seeping out the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks.

He kissed her again, taking her breath away with the force and desperation of it. Pulling his mouth off hers, he kissed the tip of her nose, then her forehead, her mouth one last time and then turned and abruptly departed through the fireplace.

Hermione stood, rooted to the spot, watching the green flames die down and become orange again. Suddenly her new wonderful rooms felt empty and cold, leaving her naked body shaking with sobs as she let the tears fall.
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