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A Different Destiny	By : SalazarRaphael Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 29544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The rug was rather furry and almost reminded her of the soft hair on Fenrir’s chest. Being sandwiched between Fenrir and the rug, the sensations threatened to overwhelm her. She moaned and dug her fingers into his hair, pulling his head to hers and kissing him hungrily. His hands caressed her body, his hips thrusting against hers. They made love roughly and passionately. When Fenrir climaxed Hermione tightened around him and came as well. He collapsed on top of her, her arms locked around his neck. They both panted before Hermione found her voice, “Should we head upstairs? The storm isn’t letting up and we can continue this up there.”

            “Sounds good to me,” he grinned.

            “Of course it does,” she smiled.

            “Do you object?”

            “No,” she leaned up and kissed him, “I want this to be continued too.”

            “Thought so,” he stood up, picking her up with him. “Next stop, the bedroom.”

            “Final stop,” she gently said.

            “It always will be,” he caressed her cheek. “I love you.”

            “I love you too.”

            Hermione snuggled against him, “Is this our life from now on?”

            “Well I can’t really go very far.” Fenrir stretched and wrapped his arms around her, “Why, don’t you like it?”

            “I just…I wish I could work and you could do something. Being stuck at home all the time will get very dull for us both. What if we moved to Germany? You talk about it often.”

            “Germany isn’t a good place to live.”

            “Why not?”

            “Because here is where the werewolves need to return, my love not…not Germany.”

            “Fenrir…”

            “No, Hermione. It has to be here.”

            “Did something happen there?”

            “No, nothing,” he shook his head.

            Hermione sat up in bed. He wasn’t telling her something. “Fen, what is it? I know it can’t be another woman.”

            He bowed his head and she gasped. “Fenrir! I…I trusted you! I…is this what you do? Bite a woman, turn her into a werewolf and then seduce her? How many others are there?”

            “It’s not like that, Hermione,” he said, sitting up and turning to face her, “That’s not what it is.”

            “Don’t lie to me Fenrir!”

            “I’m not!”

            “You said it’s another woman!”

            “I didn’t fuck her!” He shouted. Hermione looked at him, stunned. “Yes, there’s another woman. But she isn’t mine! Her husband was here in England, he was a werewolf, and the Ministry captured and killed him! They have a family and he’s just gone! They killed him for being a werewolf!”

            Hermione softened, pulling him to her, “Oh Fenrir,” she held him tightly, “I’m sorry.”

            “Last time I was there to check up on them she…she made a pass at me. And I didn’t understand that until she decided to be more brazen and actually kiss me. I didn’t want to kiss her, Hermione, I swear I didn’t,” he looked up at her, fear in his eyes.

            “I believe you, my love. I know I’m the only woman for you, your mate for life. I should have kept calm until you explained it,” she caressed his cheek.

            “Don’t be mad at me,” he whispered. “I don’t want to lose you. I didn’t tell you cause I thought if I did you’d leave me,” he lowered his head. She kissed him softly, “I’m really sorry. It’s been eating at me for three days.”

            “It’s okay, Fen. I shouldn’t have blown up at you like that,” she kissed him again, “let me make it up to you,” she pushed him onto his back, “You are the greatest man in the world, Fen. So long as others know you belong to me, and I to you, we have nothing to fear. I don’t want to lose you.”

            “I would never cheat on you,” he whispered as she leaned over him, leaning down to kiss him again. “You’re so perfect.”

            “We should get married,” she spoke between kisses. “I don’t care how risky it is, Fen. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

            “You sure are convincing,” he groaned as she slid down onto him. “Hermione…”

            “No talking, my love,” she slid her tongue into his mouth and the couple fell silent save for the moans that escaped as they made love.



            The next morning Hermione snuggled close to him in her sleep. Fenrir grunted and woke up to see her smiling against his chest, “Oh Fen,” she sighed happily.

            “I guess I’m doing something right in the dream,” he smirked.

            “Just so perfect,” she mumbled, one hand reaching down to stroke him, “and so hard, my love.” He watched as she stroked him in her sleep

            Fenrir didn’t think he could control himself much longer, and so he finally said, “Hermione? My love, you’re jerking me off in your sleep.”

            “Mmm?” She opened her eyes and looked down, “Oh, I’m sorry.”

            “Don’t be baby,” he smiled, “I want you.”

            “I want you too,” she leaned up to kiss him, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs for him to enter her.

            After a romp under the sheets Fenrir got up and went to take a shower. Hermione joined him, kissing his shoulder as she climbed in behind him, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” he smiled, turning to kiss her. Hermione deepened the kiss before finally pulling back, “the Ministry is looking for you, you know.”

            “Let them, I don’t care. If they found me I’d just say I ran off with you,” she laid her head on his chest, “they couldn’t arrest you for kidnapping.”

            “They’d still try.”

            “But they couldn’t do it,” she said. “I’m happy with you, and I’m not letting you get taken from me.”

            Fenrir simply smiled and kissed her before soaping up his body. She washed herself as he hurriedly cleaned himself off. The couple exited and went to eat breakfast.

            Perhaps that morning’s conversation had been an omen. At any rate that afternoon Aurors tracked them down while the couple was outside, repairing the damage from the storm. Fenrir was up a ladder when they arrived, removing a damaged shutter from one of the upstairs windows. “Fenrir Greyback, you’re under arrest for kidnapping.”

            Hermione turned on them, “I was not kidnapped. I went willingly with him. He’s my lover,” she said, glaring at Harry and Ron, who were standing in front of her, looking furious.

            “He took you without a word.”

            “That was my decision, not his,” she said defiantly. “He’s taken excellent care of me, and we’ve enjoyed creating our life together.”

            “He’s a criminal.”

            “No he’s not,” she responded, “I came with him of my own volition. He did nothing wrong.”

            Fenrir tossed the shutter on the ground and climbed onto the roof, removing some branches that had fallen onto the house. He tossed them onto the ground below. He let her talk to them. If he didn’t have to talk with them, he felt that was a good thing. Keeping himself silent was hard, though. He wanted to defend his mate.

            Hermione held her ground against the two men who had once been her best friends. She finally ordered them off their property. The two retreated, Ron making several snide remarks about her poor choice of a boyfriend. “He’s my fiancée!” She called out to them. Harry stopped, turning in surprise.

            “Fiancée? You’re getting married to him?”

            “Do you object, Harry?”

            “I’m just surprised. He’s a violent man.”

            “He’s not. And regardless, I love him.” Fenrir smiled at her statement. He loved her too. To hear her say that they were getting married was surprising, but not unexpected. They were already mates. She just wanted it legal and clear to others, and he understood that. He looked forward to that moment. He finished clearing the debris before climbing down and moving the ladder. Hermione stood firm to Harry, “If you don’t like it, then you won’t be apart of my life anymore. He is the greatest man I have ever met and he loves me.”

            “Hermione,” Fenrir said, “I could use some help clearing all of this debris.”

            “Sure,” she smiled, turning toward him, “I’ll be right there baby.” She turned back to Harry, “It’s your decision, Harry. Now please leave.” Harry left, exiting the yard and heading back into the forest and disappearing.

            “It’s not over.”

            “They can’t do anything to you. They know that. That’s why they were so upset.” Hermione walked over to her lover, leaning up to kiss him, “You’re wonderful.”

            “You’re pretty incredible yourself,” he smiled, pulling her into a hug.

            “Let’s get married,” she smiled. “I want to be your wife. Legally.”

            He sighed, but nodded, “Very well, I can agree to that.”

            Hermione decided to teach him how to read and write. Seeing him eager to please her, for fear of losing her, made her ache inside. After each lesson they would make love, Hermione desperate to show him how much love she had for him. It was hard, convincing him she loved him. She could see his hurt and his fear during their lessons, and it made her want him even more. Fortunately the more they made love, the more Fenrir seemed to understand that her heart and soul belonged to him. His infantile fear of abandonment made sense the more she learned about his past. All his life, Fenrir had been kicked aside and left. By his parents, by his lovers…It hurt her to think about, but she understood it. He was cast aside by his lovers as being too dumb, something that had clearly started to haunt him. Hermione had never thought of him as dumb. Fenrir knew more about werewolves than all of the Wizarding World combined, something she would tell him to try and make him feel better. He would smile and she counted that as a success.

            Teaching him to read and write was very time consuming, but she enjoyed herself. He looked so nervous every time they would have a lesson. Hermione ran her hands down his chest as she leaned close, her breasts rubbing against his head, “I know you can do it baby,” she whispered.

            His brow was creased as he concentrated. “Hermione…”

            “I’m all yours afterwards,” she whispered, “I know you can, Fen.”

            He picked up the pencil again and wrote the sentence she’d written down slowly. She smiled watching him. He was much smarter than he gave himself credit for. “Fen, that looks really good,” she said, caressing his biceps, “I’m proud of you,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

            “Any mistakes?”

            “No,” she sat down on the desk, “Fen you don’t need to be so nervous. I’m not going anywhere,” she pulled him to her and kissed him, “I love you. My heart…my heart is yours.”

            He smiled up at her and the couple kissed again, “Is my lesson over?”

            “Time for the teacher to get what she wants from her lover,” Hermione whispered, deepening the kiss. Fenrir groaned into the kiss, pulling her to him, “I love you Fenrir,” she whispered as he picked her up and moved toward the doorway out of the den.

            Four weeks into his lessons Fenrir was improving pretty well. At least, that was what Hermione kept telling him. He wondered sometimes if she was being honest with him or just placating him. He didn’t think she’d do that, but calling Fenrir trusting was something few ever did. He kept his thoughts quiet. The only thing he did know was that her birthday was coming up. He wanted to get her something special. He had a hard time figuring out what to do for her, but he wanted to do something. According to Ziggy, often wizards celebrated birthdays with a cake. So he decided to make a cake for her. He could read fairly well and following a recipe seemed simple enough for him. All he had to do was keep Hermione busy so she wouldn’t know what he was doing. He decided to send her to a spa for her birthday, telling her that he wanted to thank her for teaching him to read and write and let her be pampered as she deserved. She kissed him, “I’ll see you tonight then?”

            “Of course,” he grinned, “I’m not going anywhere.”

            Once she’d left he went into the kitchen and pulled out the recipe he’d found for a chocolate cake. While Ziggy was shopping for dinner for the night Fenrir attempted to bake. He’d never done more than cook the animals he’d caught or fry up some eggs, so this was a challenge. After two really bad attempts he managed to make a cake. He let it cool and went about cleaning the kitchen and then dusting his clothes off. Flour really got everywhere. After he’d cleaned up he went to the den to make her a birthday card. He had a hard time articulating himself, usually. Sex was easier for him than words were. Eventually, after three attempts, he thought he had a good bit of writing for her. It didn’t look as childlike as his writing usually looked, and it sounded good. He thought the words were good enough to describe his feelings for her. Ziggy returned with the groceries and with the gift he’d asked him to pick up. He handed the small package to Fenrir, who went to wrap it. Wrapping her gift was an interesting challenge, but he hoped she’d like it. With her gift wrapped he went to back to the cake, icing it. Then he piped, after advice from Ziggy, Happy Birthday Hermione onto the cake. Ziggy placed it into the fridge while Fenrir went upstairs to shower and change. Hermione would be back soon.

            When Hermione returned Fenrir was walking down the stairs. He looked particularly delectable. “Fen,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her up, leaning in to kiss her, “I really enjoyed my spa day. Thank you.”

            “You’re welcome,” he smiled, setting her down after one more kiss, “I have a surprise for you,” he said. He pulled her to the dining room where the dinner, cake, and her present from him were waiting. She gasped and he grinned, “Happy Birthday Hermione,” he whispered.

            “Fen…” She leaned up and kissed him, “Thank you,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him once more. “This looks great.”

            “Ziggy made dinner, and I made the cake,” he said. She looked up at him in surprise and smiled, leaning in to kiss him.

            “This is…thank you,” she hugged him, “I love you.”

            “I just wanted to give you something special,” he said, “Come on, let’s eat. Then you can open your present.”

            They ate dinner together, holding hands. The couple kissed sweetly after dinner had ended, then she cut the birthday cake, “Fenrir, this is really good.”

            “I’m glad you enjoy it,” he smiled. He handed her his gift and the card. Hermione read the front of the card, then opened it. She smiled as she read his words to her. She looked up and he smiled nervously at her. Finally she leaned in and they kissed deeply, her hands moving through his hair and pulled him close. “I love you.”

            “I can see that,” she smiled. “This was really great, Fenrir. And so sweet. I’ve never had someone be so thoughtful like this on my birthday,” she kissed him, “I love you,” she repeated, “This is great, Fenrir.”

            “You know what else is?”

            “What?”

            “You,” he smiled. Hermione opened the present to reveal a ring. She looked up at him, “If we’re getting married you need a ring,” he smiled.

            “Fenrir,” she hugged him and they kissed while he put her ring on. He lifted her up and they moved toward the stairs.

            The next morning she woke to Fenrir’s morning erection rubbing against her thighs. She suddenly realized she’d been rocking her hips against him. She blushed and leaned up to kiss him, “Fen? Wake up.”

            “Don’t wanna,” he mumbled.

            “What if I want to make love with my mate?”

            His eyes opened and he smiled at her, “I’m up.” She laughed and kissed him as she stroked him. “You feel so good,” he mumbled as she slid down onto him.

            “So do you,” she smiled.



            It was two months later when she realized she was pregnant. Ziggy found a nanny and a nursemaid elf. Hermione was grateful, because if she gave birth to them in a hospital they could easily be taken from her. They were able to discern that she was pregnant with three babies, two males and a female. She could see how happy Fenrir was that she was pregnant. As her belly grew more swollen he began to dote on her more than ever before. He was taking over her household duties, letting her focus on eating for four people and getting rest. She was exhausted. He made a werewolf nurse from Germany come as her due date neared. He was terrified she would die in childbirth. With the werewolf woman there, and the two house elves, he felt a bit better when she went into labor. Fenrir held her head and her hands as she delivered the first baby, a boy. He smiled as the nanny elf took him and cleaned him off. Next came their girl, who seemed to be the same size as the first baby. Hermione’s body was drenched in sweat as she began to push the final baby out. He held her, whispering to her how much he loved her. Hermione’s hand tightened in his and he looked at the werewolf, “Is she okay?”

            “Just one more baby,” she said. “Her body is holding up very well,” she said, “You must push, milady. Then you are done. You can rest.”

            “Fen…”

            “You are so brave, Hermione. And you’re doing so well. Please, just one more push. Then you’re done and our babies will all be born.”

            She smiled at him through her pain, pushing one final time. The final baby exited and the nurse cut the umbilical cord and healed Hermione’s privates. The elves brought over all three babies once they were clean. He took the first boy, “Thor.” He handed him to Hermione, who was exhausted and simply nodded. The baby smiled up at her and she smiled back. He picked up their daughter, “Sunna,” she smiled up at him and he smiled at her, holding her close. That left the other boy. He was smaller than the other two. But Fenrir’s sense of parental responsibility was strong. And strong names for your children acted as an omen. “Vili,” he said, taking his other son, who seemed to snuggle closer to him than the other two. “Do you approve?”

            Hermione looked up at him, “You like Norse names.”

            “My own name is also Norse.”

            “And mine is Greek. Our next litter will have Greek names.”

            “Yes dear,” he leaned down and kissed her. He looked up at the elves, “I want you to feed them while Nerthus inspects Hermione.” He handed Vili and Sunna to the two nanny elves and took Thor from his wife, “Nerthus, when you have finished I want you to come speak to me to report your findings. Ziggy, you will look after Hermione for now.” They all bowed their heads in understanding and Fenrir left the room with the other two, heading to the adjoining nursery to assist in the feeding of his children.

            “Are my babies okay?”

            “Vili is underweight, but that’s normal with litters of 3 or more.”

            “You mean werewolves have more than 3 babies at a time?”

            “Some do,” Nerthus nodded, “he was worried because often women who are bit don’t heal well. We grew up together and he trusts me.”

            “You grew up with Fenrir?”

            “We are half-siblings. His father had an affair and ultimately my mother was killed. But our father kept me in the pack. We played together when we were younger. I left England when the attacks began again, but he stayed. His only goal has ever been to help his pack.”

            “Are you staying now?”

            “I am,” she nodded. “You will need help raising them. And…I miss my brother.”

            Hermione smiled at her, “I…I’m sorry, I’m really tired.”

            “Sleep, Hermione. Fenrir will look after your babies.”

            “Can you send him in?”

            “Certainly.”

            She exited to the nursery and soon Fenrir had returned, “Are you okay?”

            “I am,” she reached for him and he moved to her, climbing into the bed next to her and holding her. “How are they?”

            “They’re feeding, and already falling asleep. You’ll be okay soon enough. Nerthus can make you some potions to help your body heal faster so you’ll be able to help me care for our children.”

            “Your pack just grew by three, Fenrir.”

            “Four,” he leaned in and kissed her, “Thank you, Hermione. Thank you for giving birth to my pups.”

            “I love you,” she said, snuggling against him, “Can you hold me?”

            “Certainly,” he shifted to be comfortable and they closed their eyes.

-Two Years Later-

            “Thor! Get down from there now!” Hermione yelled as she picked up Vili, “Don’t make me get your father.” Immediately Thor climbed down from the top of the bookcase. Fenrir was not a violent man and didn’t hit the children very often, but his temper was something they had all witnessed and the threat of violence from the large man scared them into behaving. Hermione’s softer will when it came to her children was complimented by her husband’s hard iron will and temper. Sunna was already sitting at the dining room table in her booster seat. Hermione deposited Vili in his seat and then picked up Thor, placing him in his. “When your father returns you’re going to be in trouble if you don’t behave,” she warned him. Thor looked properly shamed and Hermione fought the smile that threatened to emerge. Nerthus entered with her mate, Xander. Like Hermione, Xander had not started out a werewolf. But Xander was not a wizard. Fenrir liked that aspect.

            Fenrir entered and immediately moved to his wife, leaning down to kiss her, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck to return the kiss, “I hope you’re hungry.”

            “I could eat. But later your body is mine,” he growled.

            Hermione grinned and kissed him again, “I like that,” she smiled. He moved toward her chair and she sat down, Fenrir pushing her chair in before taking his seat at the head of the table. They ate without much conversation. Thor looked terrified his mother would tell his father he had been misbehaving.

            After dinner Fenrir made the kids go up to take a nap. The full moon was tonight, and he wanted them rested. Hermione thought that the children looked adorable when they transformed. They were such cute little cubs.

            As the full moon rose Fenrir’s body turned. His children, mate, and pack also transformed. The pups immediately ran around chasing each other until Fenrir picked up Thor with his mouth and bound toward the cave. Hermione picked up Vili and Sunna was picked up by Nerthus, and they all ran toward the cave. Once at the cave Fenrir dropped Thor on a pile of straw, then lay down, nipping at his ears. The pups all ran to attack their father. Hermione lay down on the straw near them and looked on lovingly as her family played. Fenrir rolled onto his back and the pups all pounced on him. If she could have chuckled, she would have. It was so amusing to see how they played with him, yipping and growling playfully and sometimes aggressively.

            Outside of the cave Xander humped Nerthus. He was a very lusty werewolf and would always feel incredibly sexual when he turned. Hermione and Fenrir were long past that stage of their relationship. They both preferred making love when they weren’t turned, and the pups loved playing with their father. And Fenrir did it to wear them down. Then Hermione or Nerthus would watch over them while Fenrir would go hunting with Xander, making him earn his keep (as Fenrir put it). Tonight it looked like Nerthus would be watching over the pups. She was having quite a fucking. Xander had only once tried to mount Hermione. Fenrir had throttled the wolf violently. Never again had Xander tried it.

            Fenrir finally had the pups exhausted and coaxed them to lay down against their mother. He walked around to her head and licked her muzzle gently. Out of habit she opened her mouth and their tongues touched. Soft met soft and she whined when he pulled back. He nuzzled her head and lay down next to her so she could rest her head against him. The family lay there, content, until Nerthus and Xander returned. Nerthus was limping. Fenrir could see she wouldn’t be a good hunter tonight. He gently poked Hermione, who opened her eyes to see Nerthus lay down on a pile of straw. First Fenrir got up, then she joined him. The couple indicated their pups and Nerthus nodded, getting up and moving toward the hay pile to guard the pups. She didn’t lie against them; Hermione didn’t like it when she was so close to her pups after sex and she respected that.

            Hermione and Xander followed Fenrir through the forest, hunting. They moved swiftly but slowly. They found a large buck and Fenrir licked his muzzle. He eyed it up and crouched down. He leaped and bit the jugular, then Hermione leaped and attacked the legs, knocking the buck to the ground. Xander watched the forest lines to see where the first doe would run from. He saw one and leaped to kill it. Getting two deer would be much better for them all than just one. Eventually they returned with the buck and doe before going back out. As dawn approached they ended their hunt with three bucks, a doe, and two roosters. The men pulled the deer onto a large tarp and pulled it back to the house while the pups climbed on top of Hermione and she carried them back to the house, a rooster in her mouth. Nerthus picked up the other rooster and they followed the men back to the house.

            As Hermione felt the sun begin to grow she lay down in their yard, her pups snuggling close to her out of instinct. She sighed when she felt Fenrir lie down behind her and his muzzle rub gently against hers. As dawn hit Fenrir’s paws lengthened back to arms and legs and his body stretched and grew. Hermione’s did as well and she turned her head to see her lover’s yellow eyes staring down at her, “Good morning handsome.”

            “You look so good nude,” he leaned down and kissed her. She enjoyed the kiss before they pulled away to see three yawning toddlers. “Looks like we have three exhausted cubs.” Fenrir picked up the boys and Hermione picked up Sunna and they headed inside while Xander and Nerthus took the animal carcasses around and locked them up in the shed. They’d butcher it after they’d slept a while.

            Once the kids were tucked in bed the couple retired to their own bedroom, kissing one another hungrily. He picked Hermione up and lay her in their bed, “You are so sexy,” he whispered.

            “So are you,” she grinned, reaching for him. They kissed and soon he was inside of her, thrusting gently as he kissed her, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” he whispered as they began to speed up their thrusting, “I want you.”

            “You have me,” she dug her nails into his back and they both came quickly. He collapsed next to her and the couple held one another as they fell asleep, exhausted.



            They woke at dusk, stretching. Hermione got up and went to the kids’ room to see Nanny playing with them. “I’s keeps them busy Missus,” she said.

            “Thank you. Fenrir and I are going to take a shower.”

            “Oh yes Missus,” she nodded, “I’s already fed the babies,” she said. “We’s be here.”

            Fenrir pulled her into the bathroom and kissed her again. The couple made out as the water heated up before they climbed in, relaxing under the shower spray. “I like it when you help me kill an animal,” he muttered, “it’s really sexy.”

            “Funny. I think you’re sexiest when you’re playing with the kids.”

            “Well I try,” he grinned, leaning in to deepen the kiss. “I like playing with them like that. My dad was always distant, and I don’t want to be that way with them.”

            Hermione let him pick her up and they kissed as their hips rocked against one another. “We should maybe have taken a bath instead.”

            “We still can,” he turned off the shower and sat her on the edge of the large raised bath tub. He turned the water on and she smiled into the kiss as they made love happily. Once the tub was full she climbed in with him and the couple snuggled close.

            As they relaxed into it Nanny came in with a crying Vili and the other two, who seemed quiet but upset. “I is so sorry to interrupts. Master Vili is upsets. He is crying for Mummy and Daddy.”

            Fenrir reached down and picked up his son, removing his diaper and shirt and setting him in the tub as the jets bubbled. Vili giggled and settled into his father’s arms, calming. Hermione beckoned to the others and with Nanny’s help the other two were soon nude and in the bathtub as well. They liked the bubbles, and somehow Fenrir and Hermione managed to bathe during the bath. Once they were finished they amused the kids before Fenrir stepped out and dried off, taking the kids from her so he could dry them off and Hermione could exit. He put on his pants and carried the kids downstairs, Thor on his shoulders and Vili and Sunna in his arms.

            Down in the living room, with the fireplace lit as it was growing colder outside, Fenrir played with the kids on the floor on the same rug he and Hermione had made love on years ago. She came downstairs, clothed, to find her husband being attacked by their children. “Help!!” He called out, laughing as they tried to hold him down. Hermione ran in and lifted up Thor, letting Fenrir grab the other two. She pushed her son to the ground gently as he giggled. “Thank you,” Fenrir leaned over and kissed her chastely.

            “You’re very welcome,” she smiled. The kids struggled and broke free, tackling their mother who was immediately rescued by Fenrir. “My hero,” she teased.

            “You know it,” he growled. She leaned up to kiss him, holding onto him as the kids grabbed hold of him again. “We have three very hyperactive kids.”

            “I wonder where they get that from,” she smiled, “Alright you three. It’s time for dinner. And then you’re going up for your nap before we turn tonight.”

            The kids climbed off of their father and Fenrir helped Hermione get up before scooping up the pups.

            Hermione had never expected her life to become what it was, but she liked that. She was happy with Fenrir and their three children. When the pups were five years old she got pregnant again. The pack had now grown from 2 plus Fenrir & Hermione’s family to seven now. More had been bitten; cabins were built not far from the mansion. The others lived there for now. It was a tightly knit area, just as Fenrir wanted. There were 2 other couples, aside from Fenrir and Hermione; the others were single. Fenrir encouraged breeding with non-werewolves, so as to grow their numbers. Hermione snuggled close to him, “I love you,” she sighed.

            “We should start our own village,” he said. “Clear some trees, create our own village.”

            “That’s the new plan?”

            “Yes,” he nodded, “What do you think?”

            “I suppose I could be agreeable to that. It would certainly make it easier for us to live. For them to be educated, we could have farmers, tailors…and more.”

            “So you think we should do it?” He was giving her that excited look again. Fenrir always had that eager look in his eyes when he had a plan. She nodded and leaned up to kiss him. He held her against him as the kiss deepened. She was so horny when she was pregnant. He loved that.

            Before it was time for Hermione to give birth they had set up the village. It was a perfect set-up, buried further back in the woods from their home. It was completely surrounded by trees, save for a wide field where they planted crops. Their home was quickly becoming a tight fit for their family. Fenrir had a castle moved from deep in the woods of Germany and with Ziggy’s help moved everything into it. Ziggy had a squad of elves that he worked over, being the family’s most trusted servant. Elves that cleaned and elves that took care of the laundry, the food, every aspect of their lives. Hermione had a hard time doing anything save sleeping, eating and fucking, even in wolf form.

            She was only one month shy of being due when she suddenly had a horrible pain in her abdomen. She collapsed, “F-Fenrir?” She gasped. She didn’t know where Fenrir was and was nearly blinded by the pain. “Z-Ziggy!”

            The house elf arrived immediately, “What is wrong Missus?”

            “So much pain. Get…get Fenrir. And Nerthus. And…” She grunted in pain, wincing and holding her abdomen. Ziggy didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately disappeared.

            When he returned Hermione was in even worse condition. Fenrir looked visibly scared. He picked her up and laid her in the bed, Nerthus and the medi-witch (who’d been bitten) cast spells while Fenrir tried to hold her still. The two women moved back to whisper to one another before speaking, “Fenrir…it’s the pups. She can’t…”

            “Wh-what?”

            “It’s her or the pups. She can’t deliver them. One is distended and the other two are too large. They’re…look, it’s either she gives birth now to them and dies or we abort the cubs.”

            He stared blankly. He didn’t know what to say. The thought of losing his Hermione frightened him far more than the thought of killing the cubs. He turned to Hermione, “I choose you,” he whispered, running his hand over her cheek.

            “Fenrir…the cubs…”

            “Hermione, I’m not losing you. We already have 3 cubs, and they’re perfect.”

            “But…”

            “You can’t be a mother if you’re gone, my love,” he caressed her cheek and leaned down to kiss her.

            “It’s my decision, Fenrir. And…” She gasped as the pain grew worse, “Is there no chance for me?”

            “Hermione, we must do this now.”

            “If I can trade three lives for my one that’s what I want to do, Fenrir.”

            “I can’t raise our pups without you,” he said, tears running down his face.

            “You have a pack now, Fenrir. What you wanted all along.”

            “I just want you,” he whispered.

            “My decision has been made. I want the names Artemis, Nyx, and Asteria for girls. For boys I want Perses, Charon, and Pan. Understood?”

            “Hermione…”

            “I love you,” she whispered, “and I’m glad I could give you all this.”

            “Don’t…”

            “Too late,” she said, beckoning the nurses over.

            Artemis, Nyx, and Pan were welcomed not 20 minutes later. Fenrir couldn’t have cared less as he held his wife in his arms, begging the two women to heal her, to save her. The two women, and two house elf midwives, seemed to be at a loss.

            Ziggy watched his master sobbing uncontrollably with the realization that he was losing his beloved and losing her quickly. With the elf’s eyes now watering, he decided to cast the only spell he could think of that could help. He hoped it would work. He raised his hand and a bang sounded as he cast the spell.
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