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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 beta, mrequecky, for correcting this chapter!

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

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

Chapter 3 – Hermione's Examination

“Finally, I thought you would fuck him into the table, and I would be all stiff and bored to death before you were done,” Fenrir said, annoyed, and stood up with Hermione in his arms.

Severus just grinned. It was obvious that both men were very relaxed around each other and that their battle was just fake. “We will see how good you will be coping.” Severus gestured with his head to the table. “Bring her over there.”

Ages had stood at the foot of the table the whole time to have a good view. Normally, he would have comforted the newbie during the examination, but seeing his usually so cold and distant beta attending to the sub in such a manner was stunning, and so he stayed in the distance. Fenrir and Severus both were confused and embarrassed about their new feeling. That was the reason why both were mocking the other. That way they could still express their power and dominance while being so unusually kind to the subs.

Fenrir had never let a submissive into his pack. Ages' pack already had twelve normal subs that were mated to a dominant and a super sub, who had no mate because super subs wished to pleasure everyone, even guests or dominants of other packs of the clan. Severus really liked Draco ,the super sub of Ages' pack. Ages always thought it was just because he knew Draco from his life before he came into the pack. Severus had adjusted fast, even though it was unusual to accept another dominant into the clan. Severus was the first to become part of Fenrir's pack, but quickly had worked his way up in the ranks, that high that he had challenged Roland in his beta position and won. Since then the Ages clan was split in three instead of two packs.

The smallest pack was Fenrir's with only one female dominant, Fenrir as the alpha, Yorik his beta and one more dominant who more behaved like a submissive. Nobody knew why Fenrir chose those people to be his pack and nobody dared to ask him. That didn't change that anyone was wondering about it. None of his dominants were really mated, but two were behaving as if they were, denying it all the time. Fenrir's beta was a rowdy and often challenged his alpha. An uncommon behavior for a beta, but for Fenrir it seemed to work. Until today, Fenrir had always refused to take any subs in, even though he enjoyed subs very much and openly. So Fenrir's pack was strange, and nobody understood those outsiders completely.

Roland's pack was the second biggest. Almost all his dominants were mated. He had one female super sub, which Fenrir had earlier called bitch because she was really a needy super sub and begged to be taken all the time. It annoyed Fenrir that she never stopped asking even though he had made it clear that when he once said no it meant no for the rest of the day, except he expressed it otherwise. That's why he called her bitch even though it was a taboo to call a sub like this. Roland could have demanded a punishment for Fenrir for the transgression. Even if he cared, which he didn't, Roland wouldn't protest because everyone would expect him to challenge Fenrir for a fight to honor his sub. Roland wasn't stupid enough for that. He loved to fight on Fenrir's side, but not against him.

Ages' pack was the biggest one. He had a lot of unmated dominants, who were still hoping to find a mate under those Fenrir had got from Voldemort or from other clans who offered subs for sale or for a good trade. Others were totally satisfied with the super subs. Now they would even have one more if Neville survived his first changing. With Severus being so passionate about him, Ages had no doubt the sub would make it even though he looked damn fragile at the moment. All warriors belonged to Ages pack because they had to belong to the pack of the head alpha of the clan. If they didn't want to be warriors any longer, they could choose to stay in Ages' pack or go to Roland or Fenrir and ask to join their packs. The moment a warrior mates for life and not just with a super sup or a pup like Hermione, they no longer are allowed to be warriors. Some men were not willing to give up this status and therefore lived without mates. They had their own part of the house to not be annoyed to much by the little ones. The whole basement of the house was their territory and the little ones were only allowed to pass through quietly. This arrangement also made sure no sub or child could sneak outside without someone noticing.

Back in the examination room Ages was torn between watching Hermione's examination closely and comforting the new member of his pack. Finally he pulled a chair over where he could see everything happening very well, and then went over to lift Neville of his chair and carry him over to his chair. Arranging the blanket around the boy so he was covered, Ages sat back on the chair and drew the head of the boy against his chest. So Neville didn't need to see what they did with Hermione, but he could if he chose so.

“Okay, Miss Granger. I think it will be easier if I call you Hermione or do you prefer pup already?” Severus asked teasingly.

Hermione shook her head, but didn't look up at Severus, who was standing in front of her. The examination table was behind her, and she heard Miller change his rubber gloves. Fenrir had sat down nonchalantly on the small table beside the head of the table.

“So it will be Hermione for now, but it could be that you may effect me soon, and I won't be able to resist to call you pup.” A growl from Fenrir startled Hermione, but Severus just laughed.

Seeing her former teacher laugh distracted Hermione enough to not realize that Severus started to undress her. When she finally did, she tried to stop him. “I... I can do this alone, sir.”

“It's head beta, Hermione, not sir. And you are a pup. That's like a little princess, you know. Something very special.”

Hermione let her hands rest on Severus' and looked fearful in his eyes, thinking she was mocked.

“It's not a joke. A pup is a very seldom submissive. Remember the head alpha's words when he saw you first. You are not like Neville. You will decide whom you call worthy to have sex with. You won't feel like pleasuring everyone, but almost everyone would want you to and will try to sue you.” Meanwhile he had unbuttoned her blouse. Her hand had just moved with his, but when he tried to strip it over her shoulder, she resisted again.

“Please, why does it have to be here with so many people, why Neville?”

“You were here while he was examined as well, Hermione. It is just fair, don't you agree?”

“But... but I didn't want to be—”

Severus had used her distraction, and now Hermione's blouse was in the box with Neville's clothes. Immediately Hermione tried to cover her breast.

Severus chuckled. They aren't even naked, and you already try to hide them. Hermione, Hermione, you really need to relax. You will be more naked than clothed in future.”

Horror was written all over Hermione's face. She needed to escape. Yes, that was the only chance. Never in her life would she become the whore they wanted to make her.

Severus leaned over her shoulder while he tried to unclasp her bra. When he was close to her ear, he said very softly, so as if he wanted to be sure that only she was hearing it. “Those thoughts will only mean pain, Hermione. Outside of this house is nothing for you to live for. Here you will be safe as long as you accept not being as independent as you always wanted to be. That's all you have to give up. You are no whore, and nobody wants you to become one. I was honest when I said you are something like a princess for this clan. Pups are very rare, and they can balance a clan and a pack very much. Everyone loves them and wants them to be happy and safe. Nothing and nobody who is left outside there in the Dark Lord's world would treat you like this. Hermione, you are a werewolf now, and this is your new home. I know the thought about sex and being a submissive is troubling you, but like I already told Neville, you will adjust and in a few weeks it will feel normal and good for you to get the attention you will get from the dominants around you. Stop thinking as you did a moment ago or you will be punished, and believe me, you don't want that.”

“What did she think? And don't play dumb, Severus, I know you just whispered something in her ear because you saw something disturbing in her mind,” Fenrir said dangerously from his sitting area.

Hermione's heart was hammering that fast now that she feared she would pass out. With pleading eyes she looked at Severus, begging him to not tell what she had thought.

Fenrir stood up angrily when Severus didn't answer him. “You may be the head beta, but you need to tell her mate what she just thought.”

Severus turned to Fenrir, and Hermione's heart sank.

“Fenrir, she has just seen her best friends being eaten by the same creatures as we are. She is a virgin and learned a few minutes ago that she will not be the same for much longer and that her future will be something she has never wished for. I know her from my life before I was one of you, and I know that she is very bright and wishes nothing more than to be independent. I know you won't understand it and think it is the best way to live being watched over by dominants, but please trust me one more time when I tell you: leave her be for a few days and be lenient. She will need time to adjust without being punished.” Seeing Fenrir fight with himself, Severus added, “I promise that I will tell you when I find anything disturbing in her mind after a few days.” It was an odd staring challenge. Severus totally cool and relaxed on the outside, and Fenrir breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down. After a while Fenrir looked away from Severus and looked at Hermione intensively. After another few agonizing minutes, his shoulders sacked and he said, defeated, “Fine.” Then he turned and sat down on the small table again.

Hermione let out the breath she had been holding for some time; her heart still beat like hell. She stared at Fenrir, who sat there almost broken. She was deep in thoughts and realized too late that Severus had removed her bra and tossed it in the box as well. Quickly she covered her breast. This time Severus didn't hinder her because it was giving him more room to remove her skirt and panties. “Hermione, stop panicking or you will black out, and then you won't know what we will do with you during the examination. We both know that you don't want this to happen, right?” Severus scolded her, but in a friendly way.

“I—” Further she didn't come because Severus had grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up on the table.

“I will take over, Miller,” Severus said to the healer, and Miller nodded.

“Here.” Miller gave Severus a pair of gloves. “I will assist you then.”

Severus nodded and pulled the gloves on. “Have you watched Neville's examination closely?”

Hermione blushed and looked over to Neville. He was still laying on Ages' lap and lazily but interestedly looked over to her.

“Good, then you know that we will start examining your head. Try to calm down a bit to lower your heartbeat, or my ear drums will erupt when I listen to your heart later.

For the first time here, Hermione found the courage to glare. It felt good, even though Severus had just laughed.

“That's more like the Hermione I know.”

When Severus had examined her head, he listened to her heart beat and lungs. It cost him quite a bit of convincing to let her drop her arms and uncover her breast. It cost Severus even more to concentrate on the examination and not leer at her lovely small breast. Just a handful, but so perfect.

Miller cleared his throat. “Ehm... shall I take over, Severus? I think it will be much easier for a mated one to examine her.”

“No, I'm fine,” Severus said and adjusted his trousers. A snort from the small table made him glare at Fenrir shortly.

“Lay down, pu... Hermione,” Severus said and shook his head to clear it.

Hermione had noticed Severus' behavior. So he was effected by her already, as he had said in the beginning of the examination. Hermione didn't knew how she felt about it, and she didn't have much time. A sharp pain went from the sole of her feet into her leg. She cried out and tried to pull her leg away from Severus' hand, but Miller quickly applied pressure on her legs, and Fenrir was at her side in a second. He leaned over her upper body and pressed it back on the table like Severus had done with Neville. “Relax, Hermione. Severus is the best healer I know. He will make your foot as good as new.”

Hermione whimpered. She didn't care how pathetic it was, the pain was so much worse. It was as if Severus was running a hot blade through her sole. Maybe he even was doing it. He had said magic wasn't working on werewolves very well, so they needed to use Muggle methods. What do Muggles do to close a cut like this? Think, Hermione. Oh no, damn, they stitched it. Now Hermione really was panicking.

“Damn calm her down, Fenrir, I can't stop here,” Severus said from Hermione's foot.

How should he calm her. He had never had to care for a sub on his own. If one of the other subs of the clan was making trouble or was crying, Fenrir always could hand her or him over to someone of the sub's pack. So Fenrir made what his instinct told him, and he leaned over to bite her in her still healthy shoulder. He was relived when Hermione stilled and relaxed immediately.

“Don't let go of her until I say you can,” Severus commanded, and Fenrir growled. He didn't like to get orders from a beta, not even the head beta. The urge to disobey was almost bigger than the one to hold Hermione still.

“Do what he says, Fenrir,” Ages voice rumbled dangerously through the room and spared Fenrir the decision.

Hermione meanwhile was totally confused. Never in her live had she felt so safe as now. She couldn't move a limb. Fenrir's saliva was dropping down her shoulder and some over her breasts. Still, she felt like in heaven. Her foot still hurt very much, but it was as if the connection between the pain and the cause was interrupted, and the happiness about feeling so safe made the pain bearable. Slowly the pain ebbed down, and then the safe feeling went away as well. She could feel lips on her shoulder that kissed the biting mark almost apologetically.

“Relax your jaw, Fenrir. I fear this won't be the last time you have to do this today.”

Hermione realized that her arms had fallen aside while Fenrir was biting her, and she attempted to cover herself again. Severus was quicker and grabbed her arms. He put them together and handed them over to Miller, who took them immediately, not giving Hermione any chance to draw them away.

“Stop panicking, Hermione. For me it makes no difference whether you are conscious or not during this examination, but I know that it does make one for you, so try to breath calmly,” Severus instructed Hermione. “Okay, Fenrir, one arm under her legs.”

This time Fenrir didn't seem to have a problem with Severus' order, and he obeyed immediately. As Severus had lifted Neville's legs, Fenrir lifted Hermione's.

Even though Hermione tried hard, she couldn't control her breathing, and Fenrir's heavy chest on hers made it hard to breath at all. She had no power to struggle and only could concentrate on getting enough air in her lungs. She could feel Severus finger at her entrance. Lubrication was smeared generously over her rear entrance and ran done between her cheeks. Again Hermione whimpered.

“Okay, Hermione, I will enter now. Relax,” Severus said calmly.

Hermione felt the tip of the finger penetrate her hole, and she tried to wriggle away. Severus had one hand on her stomach and prevented it.

“You are not trying hard enough. Relax, Hermione, or this will hurt.”

Fenrir growled and turned around to look at Severus.

“Stop growling and make yourself useful. You know what to do!”

And there it was again, this wonderful feeling the moment Fenrir's teeth sank in her shoulder. Hermione squeaked surprised when Severus finger entered her slowly now. It was no pain, no it was almost pleasure. It was a shame she couldn't see all men stop and squeeze their legs together when she squeaked, even Miller. Severus' finger wriggled around a bit, and Hermione couldn't stop herself from moaning. Again the finger paused, this time longer because Severus needed several calm breaths to control his libido again.

Ages chuckled, but Neville could feel his arousal against his hip. Neville was glad the blanket was covering his own erection.

Quickly Severus pulled his finger out and replaced it with the thermometer. This wasn't as enjoyable as the finger, but due to Fenrir's bite it also wasn't painful, just very uncomfortable.

“Give her a break as long as the measuring takes,” Severus instructed, and Fenrir was glad he could relax his jaw again. He wasn't used to hold a bite that long in his human from.

Hermione laid very still. Any small movement caused pain from the thermometer. It was abnormally far in her body. “Very good, Hermione. I knew you were a very bright pup,” Severus praised her while waiting for the thermometer to do its work. “Hmm, a little too high for my liking,” Severus stated when he slowly pulled the thermometer out.

Fenrir turned and looked worried at Severus, who was disinfecting his glove.

“Nothing to worry about at the moment. Calm down or you will make her panic again. Everything is going so smoothly now, you don't want to ruin it.” Severus threw a meaningful look at Fenrir, and he turned again.

“Why don't you kiss her, Fenrir. I'm sure you wanted to do it all the time.”

A clatter of metal against metal let Hermione jerk and panic again. Before she could start wriggling, Fenrir leaned down and started to kiss her.

It was breathtaking. Fenrir caressed her lips as if they were smooth rose pedals. He let his tongue trace them. Hermione lost herself almost completely in that wonderful feeling, but when Fenrir let go of one of her legs and someone else was grabbing her left leg, she panicked again. While her legs were spread widely, Fenrir plunged his tongue into her mouth. She felt Severus carefully inserting the tip of his finger into her vagina until it hit her hymen. Then a cold metal thing was placed not really inside her, just a bit so it wouldn't rupture her hymen, but it nevertheless burned. Fenrir's kiss was good, but he couldn't blend out the burning. Hermione responded to the kiss, but whimpered in pain as well.

“Almost over, Hermione,” Severus said and Hermione heard a soft click and a light was dancing through the room until it vanished behind Fenrir's bulgy form and between her spread legs. “Everything perfectly right down here,” Severus said, and Hermione's legs were released.

Quickly Hermione squeezed them together, hoping the burning would stop. Tears were in her eyes, and they had already built two little rivers down to the table and into her ears. She sniffed and Fenrir tried to kiss the tears away. A sheet was placed over her, and she relaxed a bit. When finally Fenrir let go of her and stopped kissing her face all over in silent apologizes, she was helped up by Miller. The sheet was long enough, so she could pull it up to cover her breasts as well.

“If it still burns in an hour, let someone call for me, Hermione,” Severus said while he handed her a handkerchief. “It's all over. Now you can have a relaxing bath, and then you should rest.”

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