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 2
“What does that mean?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He said and stood up and resumed walking.
They passed a group of fighting children, two boys in the middle of a circle of other children shouting encouragements. Normally, Hermione would’ve rolled her eyes, tutted and walked off but for some reason, she was curious. Walking towards the circle, people parted to let her in and saw the boys kicking, hitting and rolling over each other. After a few minutes, one of the boys scratched the other, who looked at his injured arm, growled and shouted, “That’s it!” before dropping to all fours. Hermione watched in horror as hair sprouted from the boy’s body, his legs and arms turned into strong limbs and his feet and hands transformed into paws with sharp claws. He ears extended, his nose and mouth morphed into a muzzle and a tail grew.
Hermione screamed, alerting everyone to the fight, before she was picked up and held tightly. She buried her face into her holder’s neck as they carried her away from the scene. She felt them enter one of the huts and heard them close the door. She looked up and saw that it was Fenrir. He sat down on the bed and held her tightly in his lap, rocking her slowly.
“It’s time we had a little talk.”
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“Hermione, do you believe in fairy tales? Magic?”
“I’ve read books about them.” She answered timidly, still in shock about seeing the boy become an animal.
“But do you believe they exist?”
It took her a while to answer. “I’d like to think they do. But they don’t. They’re just stories.”
“Well, you’re going to find this hard to believe; magic is real. All the stuff you’ve read about. Witches. Wizards. Broomsticks. Potions. Wands, spells, charms, everything. Even magical creatures. I am one. Everyone in this camp is one. Including you.”
“What are you? What am I?”
“I’m a werewolf. And so are you.”
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“But I’ve never been...I mean, I haven’t always been-”
“No. only since I bit you. When I bit you, the venom that makes people turn into a werewolf entered your body. And it instantly transformed every single part of you into that of a werewolf’s.”
“Is there any way I can be human again?” She whimpered with tears in her eyes.
“No.” He snarled, tightening his grip on her waist. “There’s no way back.” He watched as she looked down in sadness. He cupped her chin and tilted her head back up. “Don’t look at this as a curse, Hermione. It’s liberating. Completely. You’ll feel it in your first transformation. The wind running through your hair as you run through the forest and as you pound the earth under you. You’ll even feel it as you wake up the next morning.” He kissed her forehead gently.
“Does it hurt?”
“Only if you fight it. But you won’t. You’ll be scared but I’ll be there to help you.”
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“There are two types of wolf. Dominant and submissive.” Hermione was playing Catch with Lauren, Cami’s daughter, whom was little more than a year older than her and was going to help her adjust to Were life. Dusk was nearly upon the camp. Cami was hanging her family’s washing on the line as the two girls played along the edge of the river. Laurent looked like her mother, very dark hair, tanned skin, grey eyes. But she had her father’s personality; stubborn and persistent. Lauren’s father, Cami’s husband was the Beta of the Park.
“Dominant’s are in charge and submissives have to do as they’re told. You’re a submissive.”
Hermione was insulted. “Why do I have to be a submissive?” She demanded, throwing the ball back.
“Well because-”
“Lauren!” Cami shouted warningly. Mother and daughter scowled at each other before Lauren backed down and bowed her head.
“I’m a submissive too. So is mum. And it’s always balanced. There must always be the same number of subs as there are Dominants. Always.”
“Why?”
“Well, we have a system called Mating-”
“Lauren, tread carefully.” Cami snapped, pinning a blue shirt to the line.
Said girl sighed heavily, bouncing the ball. “Yes, mother! Anyway, mates are basically two people that are meant to be together forever, as ordained by the Mother Wolf. Anyway, in Mating, there’s a Dominant and a sub. Horribly, the Dominant is usually male, but sometimes that changes - like my great-great-aunt. She was the Dominant in her relationship. A pair of mates can be heterosexual or homosexual, it all depends.”
“On what?”
“On Mother Wolf. Hetero couples obviously have children and homosexual men can but not homosexual women.”
Hermione flicked back to the Talk her parents had had with her about babies. “But how can two men-?”
“You don’t want to know.” Lauren said, tossing the ball back.
“When you said that a man and a woman ‘obviously’ have children, why did you say ‘obviously’? I mean, what if they don’t want children?”
Lauren shook her head. “Doesn’t work like that. The Dominants want their mates to be dependent on them and pregnancy ensures that, and the subs want ‘to be full’.”
“Full?”
“Yeah, that’s what they say. Some weird stuff about feeling empty and wanting to be full. I don’t know, it’s weird. But you’re guaranteed to have children.”
Hermione blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah. I mean, considering who your mate is.”
“Lauren!” Bellowed Fenrir’s voice. The girls watched as he entered the clearing, his chest and stomach muscles rippling as he strode towards them. Cami had already curtsied and was backing out of the clearing, having finished with the washing. The two girls curtsied also. Fenrir glared at Lauren.
“I thought I told you that I was to explain our ways to Hermione. Not you.”
“Yes, Alpha, but Hermione was curious so I answered a few of her questions.”
He turned to look at Hermione. “Well, from now on, you ask me if you have any questions.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, come. Dinner is ready and then you’ll sleep.”
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Dinner wasn’t exactly to Hermione’s taste, with lots of meat and vegetables and very few sweets or sugary items. But Fenrir had already gathered a plate for her so she sat at his side and ate as much as her stomach would allow, and then some. When it came to sleeping, she was more than surprised when Fenrir picked her up and carried her to his own private hut. There were already pyjamas for her, which basically consisted of a long shirt and a pair of shorts. She changed into them, with unneeded assistance from Fenrir and lay down on the single bed in the left corner of the room, her arm over her eyes.
“Everything okay?” Fenrir asked in his gruff purr.
“I think I ate too much at dinner.”
He chuckled and sat next to her, pulling her into his lap and began rubbing her stomach. She tenses at first but then relaxed and flopped in his arms as she fell asleep.
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She awoke the next morning warm and flushed and pressed back against something. She opened her eyes and she was pinned between the wooden panels of the wall and Fenrir’s hot body which was spooned around her, his arm across her waist. She looked back at his face and saw that he was soundly asleep. Hermione shuffled down the bed and was about to open the door a little to peek out into the clearing in front of the hut, as she heard voices talking, when a pair of hands came under her arms and pulled her back to the bed. She landed in a lap with a little ‘oomph!’ and the arms wrapped around her waist.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Fenrir asked.
“I was just going to look.”
“You wait for me to wake up before you do anything, understood?” He turned her head to look at him.
“But what if-?”
“No ‘buts’. You do as I say. I’m your Alpha so you listen to me and respect me.” She turned her head away in defiance. He growled and turned it back. “Understand?”
She gritted her teeth and ground out, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’ll do for now.” He snapped his teeth in front of her face, before setting her on the bed and pulling a fresh gold linen shirt on but not buttoning it up. “Let’s get you some clothes. And then breakfast and a bath.”
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