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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79707 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fragmented Soul
Chapter 48 – Emergency contact
Jenson swore that all owls had some form of death wish, at least the one that kept pecking rather viciously at his ear certainly did. He let out a low warning growl but all the infernal thing did was screech rather loudly in his ear, not only waking him up but the rest of the pack as well. None of them seemed happy about it either.
Fenrir had been sitting up keeping watch and had taken some morose enjoyment in watching the small bird attempt to wake his Beta wolf. He had been sat up watching over the pack all night, as someone had to do every night now that the strays were such a big problem.
Unhappily, Jenson sat up and snatched the letter from the owl, to which the creature screech loudly again before flying off as quickly as possible, perching itself safely in a tree out of reach of the ill-tempered werewolf.
“Another letter from Hogwarts?” Micha asked sleepily, poking his head up from the blankets where he was snuggling with Damon. The older werewolf tightened his grip about his submissive mate, muttering something unintelligible, trying to convince Micha to go back to sleep.
“It’s Romy’s handwriting,” Jenson said, looking at the letter in confusion. He hadn’t been expecting her to write to him and it was worrying him a little, though he supposed that was him jumping to the wrong conclusion.
“Open it, sweetheart, we won’t know what it says otherwise,” Callie said, sitting up carefully. She was feeling terrible this morning, her stomach a churning ball of nausea and she felt extremely light-headed too. This had happened a fair few times during the week and so Jenson didn’t comment, simply running his hands through her hair, as she leaned against him and closed her eyes.
Jenson was already glad that he had decided not to read the letter out loud to the pack by the time he got to the end of the first paragraph. It seemed that Harry and Clayton had gotten into a fight that had come to blows, both of them suffering multiple minor injuries. He could only imagine what the Alpha’s reaction would be if he had started off by reading the letter out loud.
“Where are you going?” Jenson heard Fenrir ask Lukas, and he glanced up, looking around at the pack; Damon and Micha seemed to be going back to sleep, as was Tessie and Fenrir was still sat watching over them all, but Lukas was hauling himself out of bed.
“I’m awake now, things I need to do today,” Lukas explained with a shrug and he headed off towards the stream. Growling in annoyance but not willing to let any of his pack go wandering off alone, Fenrir got up and followed after him.
“Damon,” Jenson hissed the second Fenrir was out of the clearing and down at the stream with Lukas. “Damon,” he snapped again when Damon seemed unresponsive.
“Damon,” Callie said firmly, smirking a little when her brother rolled over enough to glare at her. Apparently he still wasn't able to ignore when his sister called him.
“What?” he asked groggily, not really happy at being prevented from going back to sleep with Micha cuddled up against him.
“You need to read this,” Jenson said, holding the letter up to indicate what he meant.
“If it isn’t life and death it can wait a couple more hours,” Damon said, going to roll back over with the intention of getting at least a couple more hours before he had to deal with whatever crisis had arisen now. He simply wanted to sleep with Micha in his arms; was that too much to ask?
“It could be life and death if Fenrir reads this,” Jenson said grimly; Clayton got on his last nerve a lot of the time, but even he wouldn’t wish the Alpha’s rage upon the boy.
Damon sighed and turned back to look towards the Beta again. “I hardly think…”
“It’s Clayton and Harry,” Jenson interrupted.
“Give it here,” Damon said grudgingly, wondering what exactly the two of them had managed to do that would give Romy cause to write home and worry Jenson so much.
“What have they done now?” Micha asked with a frown, echoing Damon’s thoughts, as his mate squirmed away from him to reach the letter.
“Holy shit,” Damon muttered after a tense few moments, once he had finished the letter, unable to believe what he had just read. Clayton was going to be in huge trouble after this, there was no doubt about that.
“We need to decide quickly how we’re going to handle this,” Jenson said, as Callie took the letter from Damon and began to read it for herself, now that her stomach was settling slightly.
“If you aren’t going to let me sleep, then will one of you tell me what’s going on,” Micha requested, sitting up next to Damon and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Sorry, trouble,” Damon said, giving Micha a kiss to the cheek, “just Harry and Clayton acting like prats again,” he explained, not wanting Micha to feel left out at all.
“They always do that though, what’s so special about this time that made Romy write home?" Micha questioned with concern. "They haven’t really taken down half the castle have they?”
“It seemed that Clayton said the wrong thing and Harry tried to solve it with his fists,” Callie said with disapproval as she too finished reading the letter.
“Are they okay?” Micha asked urgently, not quite believing that Clayton could say anything bad enough that would make Harry resort to a fist fight.
“Romy healed Harry last night but he’s in a bad way mentally, apparently Clayton attempted to restrain him,” Jenson said with a grimace.
“We should go to Hogwarts, we have to make sure Harry is okay,” Micha said a little urgently, but Damon quickly pulled him into his arms before Micha could get up.
“Calm, trouble, I don’t think us storming up to the school would help things right now,” Damon pointed out. “Romy has said that Harry is fine and that she is taking care of him; I am sure that Clayton will realise what he has done soon, if he hasn’t already and they can work things out for themselves.”
“Besides, she hasn’t told any of the teachers what happened,” Jenson pointed out. “There is no way we can go there, no matter how much we want to.” Bringing Harry and Clayton's fight to the attention of the Hogwarts staff wasn't going to do anyone any favours.
“The difficult bit will be getting Fenrir to see it that way,” Damon pointed out with a grimace, knowing that the Alpha was going to want to check on Harry himself immediately the second he found out. There was also a strong possibility that Fenrir was going to feel the need to deal with Clayton's behaviour and as Clay's father, Damon was opposed to the Alpha doing so before he had calmed down.
“We could just not tell him,” Micha suggested hopefully. He knew that Harry and Clayton loved each other despite everything and agreed that they would be able to work things out between themselves; in his opinion, informing Fenrir would only complicate matters.
“As your Beta I will pretend I didn’t hear that,” Jenson said sternly, though part of him thought that maybe Micha’s idea wasn’t actually such a bad one.
“I would suggest that we start by telling him that it was Harry who hit Clayton,” Callie said. “He might be more willing to listen if he knows that it was Harry who struck first.”
“I am for any plan that ends with my idiotic son alive and preferable mostly uninjured,” Damon admitted; he didn't think that his best friend would actually do Clayton serious permanent harm, but he was still concerned what the Alpha might see as a suitable punishment.
“Maybe you need to just makes sure he knows that Harry is okay?” Tessie suggested in a quiet voice, from where she was sat up in her bed, giving up on going back to sleep with all the conversation around her.
“He is going to want proof,” Damon pointed out. He knew his best friend well enough to know that Fenrir wasn’t going to just take anyone’s word on Harry’s well being.
“Maybe we could arrange for them to talk via the floo at Lukas’ house or something?” Micha suggested with a shrug.
“Trouble, that is brilliant,” Damon said happily, placing a kiss on his mate’s lips. “Thank you.” Micha grinned proudly, loving when his mate was so open with his expressions of affection, even if it was a little embarrassing to know there were others watching.
“We still have to keep him from storming the school long enough to actually listen to any of this though,” Jenson pointed out. Fenrir wasn’t exactly known for his patience.
“We could tie him to a tree,” Micha suggested with a playful grin.
“Okay, that’s a less helpful suggestion,” Damon said as he gave a small nip to Micha’s ear before kissing him and nuzzling into him.
“Okay, I know the idea of just not telling him seemed stupid but how about you just tell him that Harry wants to talk to him and we set it up so they can and once we get to Lukas’ house, then we tell him. At least he can talk to Harry and Harry can convince him not to storm the school.”
“Let’s save that as a plan B because I really don’t like keeping something like that from Fenrir,” Jenson said with a frown though he knew that it was a perfectly viable option if it came to it.
“Keep what from me?” Fenrir asked, suddenly appearing behind them, towering over them menacingly.
“Harry punched Clayton,” Micha said quickly, thinking the Alpha was less likely to take him anger out on him than some of the others.
“Why would he do that?” Lukas asked, from where he was standing just behind the Alpha.
“Romy wrote me a letter,” Jenson explained, realising there was nothing for it now, they would just have to hope for the best. “Apparently, Clayton and Harry had an argument last night that ended up in them having a fight. They are both fine,” he added quickly before Fenrir could ask, though the Alpha was still growling in anger at the idea of his little mate in a fight.
“Clayton restrained Harry so that they wouldn’t hurt each other,” Callie told him.
“Harry hates being trapped, that would scare him,” the Alpha stated, his fists clenched tightly.
“Which is why he panicked and Clayton let him go,” Jenson explained. “Romy is staying with Harry and he is okay, but we were thinking that…”
“I’m going to go see him,” Fenrir stated.
“Alpha, wait,” Micha said, escaping Damon’s grip and following Fenrir as he turned and started heading across the clearing. “That will only cause problems for Harry at school... wait,” he pleaded again. “I have another way you can speak with him!” Micha shouted when he realised he wasn’t going to catch up.
“Explain!” Fenrir ordered, rounding on Micha, his eyes showing his fury.
“Floo; you could use the floo in Lukas’ house and we write to Harry, I am sure he can find a fireplace to use at his end. This way you can speak with him, and no-one will get into trouble or know about it and Harry won’t get upset and…”
“Fine!” Fenrir interrupted Micha’s ramblings. “Make it happen.”
“Oh… okay, good,” Micha said with a grin, slightly surprised at having persuaded the Alpha so quickly. He wasn’t quite sure how they were supposed to make it happen though, so he turned to look at Jenson, Fenrir looking to the Beta wolf as well.
“I’ll write back to Harry and Romy,” Jenson said after a few seconds, when he realised that it was going to be up to him to organise it. Fenrir gave a stern nod of approval and headed off towards the tree line, presumably to work on the platforms that he was still building for Harry; the pack was just glad that he wasn’t chopping more firewood.
With the Alpha’s absence from the clearing Lukas tried to be discreet as he headed towards the apparition point. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the pack, but only Tessie had actually been told what his plans were for the day. Jenson was aware that the young werewolf was leaving, but trusted that Lukas was far too sensible to put himself in danger.
“You need to stop doing that, trouble,” Damon said, coming up behind Micha and encircling his arms around the submissive’s waist. “One of these days you’re going to push Fenrir too far.”
“Someone needs to stand up to him,” Micha said with a shrug.
“And that someone doesn’t need to be you. I want you around for a long time, trouble; no Alpha related injuries please, I couldn’t stand it if you got hurt,” Damon said, inhaling his submissives scent, holding him close.
“I’m not going to get hurt,” Micha said, thinking it sweet how much Damon seemed to be worrying about this.
“I don’t want you risking it,” Damon said with a frown. Micha had already been hurt too much in his life, he wouldn’t let that happen again, not even by accident.
“Okay, Marshmallow, I love you too.” Both of them froze. “I didn’t say that,” Micha added quickly, turning round to face his mate. “I didn’t.” He hated that sometimes things seemed to come out of his mouth without any input from his brain; he was sure that he was flushing red with embarrassment.
“Okay…” Damon said hesitantly, trying not to smile and freak out his mate any more than Micha was already doing. He thought the way that Micha was stumbling back over his words in a panic was adorable, but he didn’t want his mate to get upset over what had obviously been an instinctive response. “If it helps, that thing that you didn’t just say, I feel that way too.”
“Oh…” Micha said, slowly blinking a couple of times in surprise. “You do?” he asked. Surely it was too soon for either of them to be saying such things, it had only been a month, but he couldn’t deny that his feelings were at least tending that way.
“Still want to take it back?” Damon asked, a smirk on his face, enjoying Micha’s stunned reaction.
“Oh, umm… well … no,” Micha rambled. He had always been the kind of guy who wore his heart on his sleeve, but he felt vulnerable with the confession of how much Damon meant to him; it would be so easy for Damon to break him with that knowledge.
“Say it again,” Damon requested, letting out the smile he had been holding back, now that it seemed that Micha wasn’t about to panic. “I want to be looking at you when you say it to me this time,” he said quietly, leaning in close.
“Okay, umm… well, I think I kinda love you, marshmallow,” Micha said nervously, smiling a little too.
“I think kinda I love you too, trouble,” Damon said happily, a teasing smirk to his smile, obviously finding Micha’s hesitance endearing. “Come with me,” he said, taking Micha’s hand, “I want to show you how much I love you.”
Looking a little nervous, Micha allowed himself to be dragged into the forest, though he did notice that Damon took him in the opposite direction that what the Alpha had taken. They didn’t want their alone time to be accidentally interrupted. It wasn’t until they were far enough away from the clearing that they came to a stop; Damon suddenly pulled Micha into his arms, drawing him into a sensationally passionate kiss. Micha moaned into the kiss, enjoying the gentle domination of his mate.
Neither of them wanted to pull back, and so Damon kept Micha close to him, even when the kiss had broken. “I want you to touch me,” Damon whispered. “Anywhere you want, any way you want.”
“Oh,” the submissive said a little nervously, unsure of what to do with himself. He was sure that he would do it wrong, that he would fail to be what Damon wanted, or needed.
“You don’t have to be scared with me, Micha,” Damon said gently. “I’m your mate, I’m not going anywhere. I just want you to feel comfortable touching me in the same way that I touch you.”
“I’m not sure that I can…” Micha said feeling pathetic and not at all worthy of the love that they had just admitted for one another.
“Let me start,” Damon said with a small smile, his hands reaching to undo the button on his mate’s trousers. Popping them open, the dominant male delved his hand inside, cupping Micha’s cock in his hand as it twitched with interest at the attention.
“Oh...wow,” Micha gasped as Damon stroked him, he would never get enough of having his mate lavishing attention on him like this, making him feel special.
“Your turn, trouble,” Damon said with a smile. “Why don’t we start slow, hmm? Take my top off,” the older of the two suggested as he removed his hand from the submissive’s trousers, giving him a sweet kiss to the lips.
Micha nodded, biting his lip nervously. “Okay, I’ll try, but you have to promise me cuddles after,” he said with a sly teasing smile.
“I think I can agree to those terms,” Damon said with a chuckle. “You can have all the cuddles you want and all I ask is that you try.”
“I’ll do anything for you,” Micha said quietly, reaching out and taking hold of the hem of Damon’s jumper. He was nervous, but this was what Damon wanted, so he would try his best.
“This is supposed to be for both of us,” Damon said sternly, taking hold of Micha’s wrists gently, “not just me, Micha.” He wanted this intimacy between them but not if his mate didn’t want it too.
“It is easier to make myself do things for you than me,” Micha said quietly, not liking how weak he was sounding. Knowing that Damon wanted this actually made it easier to do it though. The last time that they had had a stolen moment together, Micha had given Damon a hand job but he had been filled with adrenaline and self-confidence from his own orgasm which had made it so much easier.
“Micha, I want you to enjoy this,” Damon said, keeping his voice low but firm. He wanted it made clear that whatever happened between them it was for both of them. He didn’t want Micha to feel as if he had to do anything just to keep him happy.
“I do, I just… get really worried and stressed and anxious and…” Micha started to ramble, only to be stopped, mid-sentence by his dominant mate who kissed him rather suddenly.
“Okay, okay, breath, trouble,” Damon told him, gently pulling him into a hug. “At your own pace.”
Micha took a steadying breath as his mate released him from his embrace and gave him an encouraging smile and a nod. He reached out again, taking hold of the bottom of Damon’s jumper and lifted it over the dominant's head, giving him a moment to free his arms from the sleeves when they got momentarily stuck.
He giggled nervously at the slight clumsiness between them, it somehow took the tension from the situation a little and gave him the courage to reach out and run his hands over Damon’s muscled chest. His skin was warm to the touch, the muscle hard and defined beneath his fingertips.
“I always wanted to big and strong like this when I was growing up,” Micha confessed quietly, admiring his mate. “But now, I kind of like that you’re bigger than me, that you’ll take care of me.”
“I like that too, I guess part of that will be your submissive instincts,” Damon said, pleased but slightly surprised by the unexpected openness.
“I never really felt comfortable being a submissive before,” Micha said softly, his fingers trailing down over Damon’s biceps, tracing the muscles there. “I never wanted to let myself be that weak.”
“Being a submissive doesn’t make you weak, Micha,” Damon said, a frown on his face at the resignation in his mate’s voice, trying not to let his mate’s touch distract him too much. “It means you have different strengths, sure, but you wouldn’t call Harry, Romy or Callie weak would you?”
Micha looked thoughtful for a moment. “No, I suppose not. I mean, physically, yes, but…”
“You’re just different, that’s all, and I happen to love you just the way you are,” Damon assured him, pulling Micha against his bare chest as he kissed him intensely.
“Can I?” Micha asked in a slightly breathy gasp, when they broke the kiss, and Damon looked down to see his mate’s hands on the fastening of his jeans.
“Trouble, I don’t think I would ever object to you removing my clothing” Damon told him in a teasing tone.
“Hmmm, really?” Micha questioned, as he undid the button. “You know I might hold you to that sometime, marshmallow.”
Damon laughed at that. “I have no doubt you will,” he said, already thinking of numerous situations when Micha’s attempts to remove his clothing might end badly for him. Though if it meant that Micha was recovering then he wouldn’t mind at all. He knew that Micha was somewhat covering his nervousness with humour, but he just hoped that his young mate was finding some true confidence under it all.
By the time Damon pulled himself from his thoughts, he realised that Micha’s focus had drifted further south. The submissive was gently biting at his lip as he reached into his mate’s trousers, tentatively touching the half hard cock there with an almost innocent curiosity.
“Merlin,” Damon growled at the teasingly gentle touches Micha was delivering. The dominant wasn’t sure whether or not his mate was doing it on purpose or not, but he wouldn’t put anything past his beautiful submissive mate.
“Is this okay?” Micha asked, looking up at the dominant with wide purple eyes, his fingers wrapped loosely around Damon’s rapidly hardening cock.
“If you are trying to drive me completely insane, then yes, perfect,” Damon said, his voice gruff with arousal.
“I’m not trying but I like it,” Micha said cheekily. There was definitely something about having that power over the dominant and he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed having the ability to turn Damon to putty in his hands.
Cautiously he shifted his hand, stroking Damon a little, earning an almost desperate plea from the dominant that might have been Micha’s name. Spurred on by Damon’s reaction, Micha released his grip on the erection and went down on his knees in front of him.
“Wait, Micha…” Damon said, worried that his mate would push himself too far, too soon.
“It’s okay, let me try,” Micha said, looking up at him with a reassuring smile. “That was the deal right, I try and then I get cuddles,” he added teasingly.
“You get cuddles either way, trouble,” Damon said, though his voice trembled on the last word as Micha leaned forward and licked at the tip of his cock. The sight of Micha at his cock was almost enough to make him come right then but he fought hard to control himself, determined that he would make it last as long as Micha could stand to do it.
The submissive circled his tongue around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty pre-cum that was leaking from it. He found that, unlike with Harlan, he didn’t mind the taste. Harlan had tasted different somehow and this time it was Damon, his mate; his patient, kind, loving mate and they loved each other, which made all the difference.
“Merlin, Micha,” Damon gasped out as the submissive took the tip into his mouth, sucking on it gently, his tongue still working its magic against the sensitive skin, as one of his hands took up stroking him again.
Micha started to relax into it more, when he realised that he was in control, that Damon wasn’t going to force him to do any more than he wanted to. He wasn’t comfortable taking the erection any further into his mouth, scared of feeling choked like he had with Harlan, but the noises his mate was making encouraging him onwards.
He was able to take about a third of Damon’s length into his mouth before he felt the beginnings of panic start to build, which is when he pulled back a little, recognising that he had reached his limit but finding that, just as Damon had said, he was actually enjoying it. Anything was worth it to hear his mate make the pleading, desperate noises that he was currently making.
He wasn’t sure how Damon got off on this, it certainly wasn’t exactly a turn on for him, though the noises were keeping his cock stiff with interest; the knowledge that Damon would return the favour later certainly didn’t hurt.
Damon could feel his orgasm building; it didn’t take much, simply watching Micha’s head bobbing up and down in his lap was enough to make his balls tighten in anticipation of the climax. “Micha,” he growled in warning, needing his submissive to know what was coming and to pull back. He knew that Micha wasn’t ready for this yet, but the younger of the two didn’t seem to heed the warning at all and kept going.
Damon growled out the warning once again, fearing that shortly it would be too late and he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. Micha, however, still didn’t listen and continued with his efforts. Taking the weeping cock as far into his mouth as he felt comfortable doing and sucking for all he was worth, his tongue gliding over the tip, desperate to taste the dominant male and prove himself.
At the last moment possible, when Damon just couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer, he pulled back from his submissive, letting his knees buckle under him so that they were kneeling on the ground together and pressing his lips against Micha’s as he came. Damon felt as though he could barely breath and he didn’t care; his head was spinning from what had to be the best orgasm of his life.
“I wanted…” Micha tried to explain as Damon pulled back to let them breathe.
“I know what you wanted, trouble,” Damon said, pulling his mate into his arms to give him some of the promised cuddles that he knew Micha loved so much; not that he didn’t love them himself too.
Micha looked up at him. “Then why…?” he asked.
“Because you’re not ready, not yet,” Damon told him gently, running his fingers through Micha’s messy tufts of blond hair. “And I love you too damn much to push you too far too soon.”
“But I was fine,” Micha argued a little sadly, worried what he had done to make his mate doubt him.
“Yes, you did amazingly, you already managed so much,” Damon agreed, with a quick kiss to Micha’s temple, “but we have plenty of time. There is no need to push yourself too fast, trouble. Now, how about you let me take care of you,” he suggested.
“You don’t have to,” Micha said, shaking his head. He was quite content to revel in his success and enjoy their cuddles. It was his favourite bit about it after all.
“I want to,” Damon said, nuzzling into the nape of Micha’s neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin there, wanting to mark him. It was a possessive move but he was feeling rather possessive at the moment, he needed this to prove his dominance over his mate who seemed unable to do as he was told.
“It’s okay, I’m just glad you enjoyed it,” Micha said, tilting his head to the side, allowing his dominant mate better access, accepting without question that Damon was proceeding to mark him, stating his claim on the submissive.
“It was amazing and now you are going to do what you are told for once and let me return the favour,” Damon said, his hands going from the other man’s waist, travelling lower to where his trousers were still undone, slipping inside and grinning at the moan of pleasure that escaped Micha’s lips.
FGHP
Harry woke up feeling groggy, the remnants of his bruises that Romy and Draco hadn’t been able to completely heal reminding him of the night before. He was alone in the bed so he assumed that Romy would be in the common room, having left him to sleep a bit longer; something he was really quite grateful for.
He gave himself a few moments to enjoy the quiet of the dorm before he forced himself to sit up, lifting the blanket there to his face and smiling as he inhaled his mate’s scent. Reluctantly, he got up and headed for the showers, hoping it would help ease the stiffness.
It was about half an hour later that he sat himself in a chair next to Romy, with Clayton across the table, and started to work on his homework, hoping to get it out of the way so he could do something more interesting with his weekend.
“Harry…” Clay said with hesitancy when the other boy didn’t say anything but instead proceeded to get his books out and begin reading.
“What?” Harry asked, not looking up from his book, his tone decidedly cold towards his so called best friend.
Clay sighed. “I’m really sorry,” he said, watching Harry intently, wishing desperately that he could somehow make last night up to him but knowing that there was a lot of damage to be repaired before that could happen.
“Yeah, I know that,” Harry said, still not glancing up from his book, though he was staring at it intently he wasn’t able to read a single word, it was simply easier than looking at Clayton while they had this conversation.
“I never should have said… what I did,” Clayton tried to apologise, knowing full well that he was doing a bad job; however, Romy looked to him, nodding encouragingly.
“I know,” Harry returned, though his voice remained cold and a little distant. He knew that Clay was trying but he could still feel the aches in his body from the fight the night before and they were enough of a reminder about why he didn’t have to forgive Clayton just yet.
“I am so sorry, Harry,” Clay repeated, desperately wanting to fix things.
“You already said that,” Harry pointed out scathingly.
“I know,” Clay said, echoing Harry’s previous words. He didn’t miss the say Harry’s lips twitched into an almost amused smile for a second.
Sighing, Harry looked up and glared half-hearted at Clay. “I do forgive you, and you are still my best friend,” Harry assured him, and Clay smiled at him. “But,” he went on, watching the expression slip from his friend’s face a little, “I just need a little time.”
“Oh… right, yeah, I understand that,” Clayton said, but he looked a little heartbroken. He knew that things weren’t going to just be automatically okay between them but that didn’t mean he liked Harry being upset at him. Not to mention that he was still trying to deal with all the stuff that was bothering him in the first place, though the conversation with Romy that morning had helped somewhat.
Harry sighed. He didn’t want to hurt his friend but it wasn’t as though he could just pretended that Clayton hadn’t said those awful things the evening before; he wasn’t just going to ignore how hurt he had been, even being sure that Clay hadn’t meant his words. “The things you said…” he tried to explain.
“Were horrible, I know,” Clayton interrupted, his voice pleading. “I’m sorry,” he said again.
“Stop saying sorry, I know you’re sorry,” Harry told him with frustration. He appreciated that his friend hadn’t wasted any time in apologising but it still didn’t fix everything. “Let’s just get our homework done,” he suggested, not wanting to talk about it anymore. He meant what he had said about just needing a little time.
“Umm, one more thing,” Romy said hesitantly, thinking it was best to get everything out in the open at once. “I kind of wrote to Jenson last night,” she told him, thinking that Harry probably had forgotten about her threat to do just that given how out of it he had been.
“What?” Harry asked loudly, astounded. “I asked you not to,” he said, turning to glare at her.
“In Merlin’s name...” Romy mumbled, casting a silencing spell on the area around them so that no-one else would overhear the inevitable disagreement that was about to happen. “I had to, Harry,” she told him firmly, “I didn’t have a choice.”
“Of course you had a choice,” Harry snapped, snapping his book shut with a fierce thud. “You realise that Fenrir is probably freaking out right now if he isn’t already on his way to the school, I have to try and talk to him somehow,” Harry said, getting to his feet, running his hands through his hair in frustration, not knowing what to do or where to start.
“Harry, calm down, you know Fenrir, he’ll find away to come to you,” Clay said, before adding, “safely; he’s not stupid, after all,” his friend reminded him. Both he and Romy had remained sitting down, Harry standing before them looking indecisive and unsure.
“That’s what I’m worried about; he can’t come here, not again,” Harry said, thinking of the last time that Fenrir had set foot in the school. It had not been a great idea then and it was an even worse idea now.
“I’m sure the Alpha isn’t that stupid,” Romy said, wanting to comfort Harry but all the submissive teen could think about was losing Fenrir. He didn’t think that the headmaster would restrain himself from calling the Ministry Aurors to arrest Fenrir if he came to the school again.
“When it comes to Harry, he sure is,” Clay said with slight amusement as Harry, realising that there was very little that he could do, sunk back down into his chair, chewing nervously on his lower lip; a million thoughts were running through his mind on how he could talk to his mate and assure him that everything was fine.
“Not helping, Clayton,” Romy snapped at her cousin, glaring at him warningly. The last thing they needed was for Harry completely freaking out on their end too, not if Fenrir was in a similar state back in the territory. It wouldn’t be doing either of them any good.
As if on cue an owl came flying into the room clutching a letter in its talons. There were very few windows down in the dungeons but there were a few in the higher Slytherin dormitories, someone must have left one of them open or else the school owls were more magical than the students gave them credit for.
Harry made to snatch it from the owl, but Romy swatted his hand away and took the letter for herself, trying her best not to smile at the way Harry pouted. “It’s from my Dad and addressed to me,” she told them opening it up. She expected the owl to wait, in case she needed to reply, but the creature flew away hastily, back the way it came; it probably didn’t want to hang around long enough to be sent anywhere with more letters for grumpy werewolves.
“Apparently Micha persuaded Fenrir to agree to just have a floo call with you, if you can find somewhere to make that work on our end,” Romy said, grinning at the news. It was probably the best idea any of them could have come up with, though it did still pose a few problems for them.
“Micha persuaded him?” Clay queried, and Romy just nodded. The idea that Micha had persuaded Fenrir Greyback to do anything was a little mind boggling; though, Harry couldn’t help but feel a slight swell of pride at this news.
“He’s stubborn and smart when he wants to be,” Harry said smugly. People were always underestimating Micha. “But what we need to worry about now is where I can make a floo call from.”
“I bet all the teachers have fireplaces that are connected,” Romy suggested.
“Yeah,” Clay said enthusiastically, “we could sneak into one of their offices. Maybe we should stun the teacher first, just in case you know…” Clay had been having rather wonderful fantasies of caving in Umbridge’s skull of late, stunning her wouldn’t have the same feeling of justification but he was willing to take what he could get.
“Or I could just ask one of the teachers who are trying to win me over,” Harry pointed out. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the fact that his best friend’s first suggestion was to resort to stunning someone and using their fireplace without permission. It was so very Clayton.
“Oh… yeah, I guess,” Clay conceded. “But stunning teachers and breaking into offices would be more fun,” he added with a shrug. Apparently his fantasy about stunning, maiming and killing Umbridge would have to remain a figment of his imagination, at least it would for now.
“I thought you wanted to keep Harry out of detention, Clayton,” Romy hissed under her breath, giving her cousin a stern look. Romy had seen the scar on the back of Clay’s hand and she didn’t want to see one on Harry’s any time soon. She had managed to heal it, though there was a white scar, spelling out that he must behave appropriately that would never fade on the back of his hand.
“Yeah, okay,” Clay said sadly. “So who were you thinking of asking?”
“Well Dumbledore is completely out, for obvious reasons,” Harry said with certainty, the other two nodding their agreement. “Slughorn would probably agree, but then he would want me to go to that Slugclub thing in exchange, plus he is creepy and I don’t really trust him. I am thinking Lupin is my best bet,” Harry summarised. He didn’t even factor in McGonagall, she was too far into Dumbledore’s pocket, and too much of an unknown variable at the moment.
Remus on the other hand, he was one of them, he wouldn’t ask too many questions and they could be more honest with him than any of the other teachers because he would understand why they needed to talk to the Alpha of their pack so urgently. Besides, Harry wanted to get closer to Lupin because the older werewolf had promised him something that few others could, a true link to his parents. Slughorn’s offer had come with too many attachments and Harry would avoid him at all costs; except to get his lucky potion, of course.
“I agree,” Romy said, though she sounded a little worried. Lupin had never paid her much in the way of attention in class before now, she was just another student to him. She had no opinion of him outside of the classroom so far. She would trust Harry’s judgement on this though.
“Do we trust him?” Clayton asked.
“Not really, but more than anyone else in this school at the moment,” Harry said with a sigh. “He knew my parents apparently, and he wants to get to know me, so hopefully he will see that this could earn him some points in his favour.”
“He certainly seems to be the lesser of the three evils,” Romy admitted with a sigh. “Alright, let’s go and talk to him, see what he says.”
“All of us?” Harry asked sceptically.
“Yes, because I think that he needs to know that when it comes to you, Harry, he is dealing with all of us,” Romy said matter-of-factly. She wasn’t going to take any chances, for the moment; for the foreseeable future Harry wouldn’t be going anywhere alone. Clayton was even nodding his agreement at this plan and Harry knew that he was vastly outnumbered when it came to this decision.
“Though, he is a werewolf, I think he gets that we’re not lone wolves,” Clayton said with a dismissive shrug. He was all for not leaving Harry alone with the professor, but he didn’t think they had to prove anything to the older werewolf.
“Actually, I’m with Romy on this one,” Harry said. “I don’t think Lupin knows much, if anything, about actually being with a pack,” he explained. Lupin seemed to be as clueless as he had been when he had first come to the territory, so he knew what it was like to have such misconceptions about the way things worked. “I think all three of us going is a good idea,” he said firmly.
“You’re the boss,” Clay said with a teasing smile and a salute.
“Sucking up isn’t going to get you into my good books any faster, Clayton,” Harry said, rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness of his friend.
“Ah well,” Clay said with a shrug, “was worth a try.”
FGHP

“It’s now or never,” Harry said as he, Romy and Clayton watched Remus Lupin finish up his lunch and stand to leave. They’d been lucky that he had come down to lunch at all; often at weekends the teachers wouldn’t dine with the students as the days were not as regimented.
Given that it was the weekend, they had no idea where the Professor was likely to spend his time and they weren’t sure that they would be welcome if they turned up at the doors to his living quarters. So they had decided to wait until lunch time and hope he showed up.
“What are you planning now?” Draco asked with interest, looking to where the other three were staring, confused when he saw that they were eyeing Lupin.
“Seriously, you three aren’t happy unless you’re causing trouble,” Theo said with slight amusement as the three werewolves got to their feet to chase after the Professor who had just disappeared through the large hall doors.
“We just have to ask Professor Lupin something,” Harry explained hastily. “We’ll catch you guys later.”
Clayton gave a simple nod of his head to the Slytherins, not finding the need to elaborate; he was still in a bad mood from Harry not feeling comfortable around him after the previous evening. Romy, however, gave a small smile to Draco, as well as a quick goodbye wave, before following after the boys.
“Good luck,” Draco called after them as the three werewolves headed out the Great Hall. Clay lead the way, his sense of smell stronger than that of the other two, following the path that Lupin had taken.
“Professor Lupin,” Harry called out as they spotted him a little way ahead of them after rounding a corner; he was a little hesitant, unsure of what Remus’ reaction would be but he had to talk to Fenrir and this was his best chance at the moment.
The professor stopped and turned, smiling at the three approaching werewolves as they jogged to catch up to him. “Harry? Can I help you with something?” Remus asked when they were close enough, eyeing Harry with delight; this was twice in one week that Harry had approached him. He wasn’t quite as pleased to see that Romy and Clayton were standing either side of Harry; he was still uncertain about Harry’s life with his pack and knew that these two were a large part of that.
“Can I talk to you, please?” Harry requested, trying to sound as polite and sweet as he possibly could, figuring that sounding a little desperate and needy wouldn’t do his cause any harm.
“Of course,” Remus said happily, “though I hardly think it was needed for you to bring witnesses,” he added lightly with a fond smile to the three young werewolves.
“We need a favour,” Romy explained. “It’s urgent, Professor.” She didn’t particularly like the implication that Lupin would have preferred Harry to come alone, but it just made her all the more certain that she had been right about all three of them talking to him together; it seemed Harry was maybe right in regards to his understanding of werewolf packs.
“I see, go on,” Remus said, his smile faltering a little. The little Ravenclaw girl sounded quite serious and he didn’t really know her well enough to be able to judge if that was simply her personality or an expression of the situation.
“We need to talk to our Alpha,” Harry explained to the older werewolf, earning a surprised expression from the professor. “There was an altercation last night and it’s urgent that we talk to him,” he went on, when Lupin said nothing.
“So you want my permission to visit with him?” Remus asked, feeling rather confused about why they had come to him with this matter. He knew who their Alpha male was, even if the pups were not aware that he knew. Fenrir Greyback was the man who had bitten him, saddling him with the curse; he was certainly not inclined to let Harry return to Greyback any sooner than was strictly necessary. “Perhaps it is the headmaster you should be talking to if that is the case,” he suggested with a frown.
“No, not visit him,” Romy explained, shaking her head and smiling sweetly at the professor. “We just need to use the fireplace in your office so that we can talk to him through the floo.”
“I’m not so sure,” Remus said, looking between the three young werewolves who were all wearing rather hopeful expressions on their faces. He wasn’t sure that he quite approved of three of his students contacting the man; though, he had to admit it seemed preferable to letting them return to the pack. Perhaps he could insist on supervising the floo call, he wondered.
“Please,” Harry begged, “it’s important. You know what we are; hell, you’re one yourself. Even if you’ve never had a mate you must know what it means to have one to our kind. Our Alpha is my mate and he’s worried about me after I got into a fight last night. If we don’t talk to him then he’ll just come here to check on me.”
“Please professor, it won’t be for long,” Romy added.
Remus stared at Harry in shock, barely registering Romy’s plea. He had known that Greyback was the Alpha of the pack to which Harry belonged but not that they were mates; the man was old enough to be Harry's father, not to mention all the terrible things that that monster had done. He grimaced slightly when he realised that it meant that they were most likely sleeping together too; the idea of James and Lily’s little boy with that monster left him feeling rather shaken.
“Professor?” Harry asked, seeing that Lupin was still staring at him, and was looking a little pale.
Lupin shook himself from his thoughts, not wanting to get into a discussion about Greyback or how he knew who their Alpha was. “This evening, come to my office, let’s say around five. However, I will be present for the duration of the floo call,” Remus warned them, less willing than ever to leave Harry alone with the Alpha wolf.
“Thank you, Professor,” Harry said, giving the man a genuine smile, Lupin giving a rather tentative one in return. He was so relieved and felt better already knowing that he would get to talk to his mate in a few hours time.
“Come on,” Romy said, taking Harry’s hand. “We need to write to my Dad and let him know.”
Remus watched as the three pups hurried off, Harry and Romy leading the way and after giving the professor a warning glare, Clayton turned and trailed along behind them at a more sedate pace. Alone with his thoughts, Remus headed off towards his quarters, his mind abuzz with information.
He hadn’t missed the reference to Romy’s Dad and really hoped that that wasn’t Greyback himself. The man had been missing for a great many years after all, it was perfectly possible that the man could have many children by now. That thought just made the whole situation even more disturbing as he wondered if Harry already had a step-daughter in Romy, he was after all very protective of her. He just didn’t know what to think any more.
FGHP
Fenrir was keeping himself busy in the forest, chopping planks for the platforms and even when Damon had tried to get him to come back to the territory for some lunch, the Alpha had determinedly continued with his construction. Micha had made to try too but Damon had very quickly stopped his mate from trying anything of the sort, thinking that one skipped meal was not going to hurt their Alpha who clearly needed the alone time.
With the pups at school and Fenrir busy elsewhere, the absence of Lukas in the clearing was somehow all the more obvious to those that remained. “Any idea where Lukas went in such a hurry this morning?” Jenson asked Damon suspiciously. There were four dominant males in their pack, not including Clayton, who was still a pup; when one went missing it was fairly obvious.
Damon shook his head. “No idea; I assumed he had work to take care of but that boy doesn’t exactly keep me informed of his weekly schedule or anything.”
“Perhaps he should,” Jenson said. “If he went missing we wouldn’t know,” the Beta mused, sounding a little worried at this fact.
“He is probably at his house,” Damon said.
Jenson nodded his agreement. He had gotten a letter back from Romy a short while ago that had suggested that they floo call at five o’clock, into a Professor Lupin’s office. He wasn’t sure how they had managed to convince a teacher to let them use their floo connection but he trusted his daughter to have gone about it as sensibly as possible.
“We will check his house for him when Fenrir goes to speak with Harry,” Jenson said. “If he isn’t there, then we will deal with this. We can’t afford to be keeping secrets or sneaking off at the moment, none of us can; it is too dangerous.”
“You don’t think that maybe…” Damon said hesitantly, looking around to make sure that Micha, Tessie and Callie weren’t within earshot. He didn’t want to be putting ideas in people’s heads.
“Maybe what?” Jenson asked curiously, not sure what to make of Damon’s uncertainty.
“I don’t know, just…” Damon said, his voice trailing off before he changed his mind. “Never mind, I’m being stupid,” he said, shaking his head and turning to head back over to his mate.
Jenson reached out and put a hand on Damon’s arm to stop him. “You’re an intelligent man, what were you thinking?” he asked.
Damon sighed. “I hate to think badly of anyone in our family, but…”
“But…” Jenson encouraged, when Damon didn’t finish his sentence, not sure where he was going with this.
“Have you ever thought that we have a traitor in our midst?” Damon asked with a worried expression.
“And you think Lukas?” Jenson asked, unable to hide his surprise at the suggestion. He never would have believed such a thing of the young dominant, but now that Damon had mentioned the possibility he had to wonder.
“He leaves an awful lot,” Damon pointed out, “and he was only brought here because Fenrir recognised his scent. Why not?” he asked. In truth they didn’t know much about Lukas and as much as he wanted to trust him, they had to be sure; they couldn’t risk their family by making assumptions.
“Hmm,” Jenson hummed thoughtfully, considering the possibility. “If he isn’t at his house this evening we will talk to the Alpha about it,” he decided after a moment. Like Damon, he didn’t want to think badly of any member of their pack, but they really couldn’t afford secrets.
FGHP
Lukas had barely been able to sit still all day, which was highly unusual for him, but he was just so nervous. He had apparated to London and gotten some muggle money, to cover his plans for the day, before going shopping and buying himself a smart pair of black trousers and an outrageously expensive new shirt; he even bought himself a new pair of shoes.
He did spend a short while at his house after that; working through some simple Arithmancy problems helped him to relax somewhat. He also decided to make good use of his shower there. The stream in the territory was all well and good but he wanted today to be something really special, so he took the time to scrub himself from head to toe before dressing in his new clothes.
By half two he was a ball of nerves and so he decided to take a slow walk to where they were going to meet, in the hope that it might calm him a little. They had met a few times now, but this time felt more significant somehow.
He had arrived a little early, and so he was standing waiting when a familiar voice said, “Lukas, hi,” a little awkwardly and drew his attention.
Turning around with a smile on his face, he took in the beautiful sight that was his girlfriend, Nell, in an adorable sleeveless dress that suited her perfectly. It was blue with white polka dots, that made her red hair look even brighter, and a big turned over collar that dipped down low enough to give the barest hint of cleavage; three white buttons on the front leading down to her waist and a soft a-line skirt.
“I got these for you,” Lukas said, feeling a little awkward as he held out the bunch of flowers in his hand.
He had made a spur of the moment decision as he had passed a florist, deciding to go inside, thinking that it would add a nice touch. He knew almost nothing about flowers, but had seen a bouquet made up of interesting and brightly coloured buds that drew his attention. Seeing that they were labelled ‘weird but loveable bouquet’ had sealed the deal. The minor stop hadn’t taken long but he had been running early anyway and so killing time before he got there was a bonus. Though it seemed that Nell had been running early too.
“You look amazing,” he said earnestly, placing a kiss on her cheek. He knew that he shouldn’t really be doing this, it felt like a betrayal to his pack, who were his family, but he needed this for himself and Nell was simply too wonderful to give up.
“Thanks,” Nell said, the blush that coloured her cheeks making her look even more attractive in Lukas’ eyes. “I don’t usually get flowers,” she admitted. “I think people assume I would just kill them or something.”
“Oh, do you not like them?” Lukas asked, thinking that maybe he had made a mistake already. He have never really done the whole dating thing before and he certainly didn’t know if Nell even liked flowers, let alone what types. All he knew was that flowers seemed to be a typical gift to give to a woman that you liked.
“No, no, I love them,” she assured him quickly, raising them to her face and inhaling gently. “They are beautiful, smell nice too. I really love all the colours,” she rambled on nervously, hating that once again she had put her foot in it when Lukas had been trying to do something nice for her.
“The florist labelled this particular bunch weird but lovable,” Lukas admitted shyly as he watched her inhale their sweet scent. He just want to sweep her up into his arms and kiss her but he held back, simply observing her and how beautiful she was, especially with the slight blush on her cheeks.
Nell chuckled. “They’re beautiful,” she told him, taking his hand and squeezing it in reassurance. He was cute when he got insecure. Then again, he was always cute.
“Then they suit the woman they’re for,” Lukas said with a small, lopsided smile as he reached up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear as she looked up at him with her large brown eyes, that seemed to glitter slightly in the weak afternoon sunlight.
“Did you just call me weird?” Nell asked; she pretended to look shocked but she couldn’t stop smiling, loving how fidgety and awkward he became as she said this. They were slowly adjusting to each other, knowing what made the other uncomfortable and teasing one another.
“Offended?” Lukas questioned nervously. When he had said that, he had meant that she was beautiful and she had taken it the wrong way. She was a truly wonderful young woman and he didn’t want to lose her by saying or doing something wrong, which he seemed prone to doing.
“Not at all,” Nell said, laughing genuinely. “Flattered really,” she added, kissing him on the corner of his mouth before pulling back and smiling up at him happily.
“Because you’re my kind of weird and you’re very lovable,” Lukas said, putting one arm around her waist and pulling her towards him for a kiss. “Definitely worth sneaking off to see,” he said before placing a soft kiss to her lips, her arms automatically going around his neck, still clutching on to the bunch of flowers.
“Don’t your family wonder where you are?” Nell asked curiously as the two of them stood on the street in each other's arms.
“There is too much drama going on with the younger members for them to notice much about me,” Lukas admitted a little sadly. He almost wished that they would notice him a little more because then maybe he would be spared the pain and unavoidable violence that would no doubt come when he finally decided to tell them about his relationship.
“I’d notice you,” Nell admitted shyly, her cheeks heating up at this admission.
“You did notice me,” Lukas said, kissing her again. The first night that they had met, he would never have dreamt that they would end up here. She had been forward enough to make it clear that she liked him, giving him her number. If she hadn’t then he would still be lonely, something he didn’t even realise that he was until she had come into his life.
“How could I not?” Nell questioned, looking Lukas directly in the eyes as she said this, not wanting him to doubt a single word of it. When he had walked into the off license where she worked, Nell had been so taken back by how handsome he was that she could never imagine that he would like her back. She wasn’t the type of girl that good looking guys tended to go for. “So am I allowed to know where we are going yet?” she asked quickly to change the subject.
“Not just yet, but our driver should be here shortly,” Lukas explained with a glint of excitement in his dull blue eyes. He had been planning this date for days and he wanted everything to be perfect for her, he needed Nell to know how special he thought she was.
“Driver?” Nell questioned. Now it was her turn to be shocked; taking a step back to look at Lukas as if to determine if he were joking with her or not. His hands remained on her hips though, wanting to keep her close to him.
“Well there was nowhere in this town nearly good enough for you, so I thought we would make a little trip out of today.” Lukas had been desperate to find somewhere local to take her, knowing that the town was included in Fenrir’s territory and therefore he would be safe here; however, it was inevitable, if he wanted to do something special with Nell, that they would have to go a little further afield.
“I think you give me too much credit,” Nell said, feeling a little strange about such a compliment. Lukas always said the nicest things and sometimes she felt like she was waiting for the other foot to drop and for him to realise that she really wasn’t worth it.
“Only giving credit where it is due,” he insisted. “You don’t mind travelling a little bit do you?”
“Mind? Not at all, I am mostly just curious now,” Nell admitted as he smiled at her. Lukas couldn’t understand why a girl as beautiful as Nell would be happy to settle for someone like him, he was just going to spoil her and prove that she hadn’t made a huge mistake.
“You’re worth it, my dear, but you will have to remain curious for a little longer,” he said as a large black car pulled up nearby. Nell looked over to it before turning to Lukas questioningly, unsure if this fancy vehicle could possibly be for them; he nodded however and she just gaped at him in shock.
Lukas headed over to the car, Nell just behind him, their hands joined and the driver wound the window down to address them. “Mr Faris?” the driver asked and Lukas nodded, going to open the back door for Nell to climb inside.
“I can’t believe you actually hired someone to drive us,” Nell whispered as Lukas slid into the car next to her, both of them forgetting their seat belts, preferring to snuggle together more to the centre of the back seat.
“I wanted you to feel special today,” Lukas told her, linking their fingers together once again. He loved holding her hand, they were so small and dainty, especially in comparison to his own.
“I always feel special when we’re together,” Nell admitted, looking down at her lap, unable to meet his eyes with this admission, though she did feel him give her hand a small squeeze and her stomach seemed to be taken over by a swarm of butterflies, at least that was what it felt like.
The drive was pleasant and the two of them enjoyed cuddling up together, sharing occasional kisses in the back of the car for the half an hour to reach their destination. They were surprisingly comfortable with each other by now, despite the newness of their relationship, and this was definitely the most formal date they had had, even if it was at three in the afternoon.
“Is this a… tea house?” Nell asked, once she was out of the car and able to look around. “You brought me to a tea house?” she asked with a smile and an amused chuckle.
“I thought it seemed appropriate,” Lukas said with a shrug. “We have a tea tasting then we will eat,” he said, “assuming you want to, of course.”
“Of course I want to,” Nell said, taking his hand and pulling him through the front door of the building. “I always wanted to come to one of these but thought I would feel silly coming alone.”
“Really?” Lukas questioned. “I was worried you would think this was silly and just rather go and get a nice meal somewhere. Which we can still do if you would rather.”
“Don’t you dare, I am all excited about this now,” Nell said as she pulled him over to a shelf which was filled with jars of teas from all over the world. They had everything from Assam to Yunnan to beautiful little pearls of jasmine tea; black teas, white teas and numerous blends that neither of them had ever actually heard of, containing things from dried fruits to dried flowers.
“I hoped you would say that,” Lukas whispered in her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her as Nell ran her fingers, of the hand that wasn’t holding onto her precious flowers, over the various labels. He nuzzled into her neck, enjoying the sweet perfume scent.
“Lukas Faris?”
Both Lukas and Nell jumped at the sudden interruption. They turned to see a lady dressed in a smart dress suit, smiling kindly at them from where she had just stepped out of a back room. Lukas nodded his confirmation.
“Welcome,” she said happily, coming forward to shake each of their hands in turn. “I’m Fran, I will be walking you through your tea tasting today. So, tell me, do either of you drink much tea?” she asked.
Lukas actually laughed at that, and Nell giggled a little too. “We both are big tea drinkers,” Nell explained, and Fran nodded her approval.
“Perfect,” Fran said smiling. “We have a private room set up for you as requested,” she explained to them. “If you’d like to follow me. Oh, and we will get you a vase for those beautiful flowers of yours,” she added.
“Thank you,” Nell said to the woman, before turning back to Lukas. “You got us a private room?” she asked in awe.
“I did, just for you,” Lukas told her, placing a kiss to her temple. “Like I said, I want you to feel special.”
The two of them proceeded to their private room holding hands, keen to start their tasting. Lukas was determined that this was going to be their best date because he really wanted to show Nell exactly what she meant to him. He had planned out everything out so that he could truly spoil her.
As it turned out, the tea tasting was fascinating and Fran had shown off her impressive knowledge; the woman had seemed to enjoy being able to share the afternoon with two enthusiastic tea drinkers. And after they were done, Fran had set up a late lunch for them, which included two of their favourite teas from the tasting.
Neither of them could keep from smiling as they left the tea house several hours later, with not only Nell’s flowers in hand but several containers of tea each. The car was waiting for them outside and they climbed inside, still happily talking about their lovely lunch and how much they had liked Fran.
“Most of my family don’t really appreciate the fine art which is making tea,” Lukas said, wrapping his arm around Nell, as she leaned into his side, the car pulling off to take them home.
“You know, I’d really like to meet your family,” Nell said with a sweet smile on her face as she ran her fingertips across one of the delicate petals of her multi coloured flowers. She was nervous about the suggestion considering how new their relationship was but she wanted to meet the people that Lukas was always so animatedly talking about.
“Oh,” Lukas said, slightly shocked at this admission from her. “Sure, I guess, I mean they’re nothing special,” he said trying to downplay the ragtag bunch of werewolves that he called family. He didn’t know how he would even begin to explain the territory or what they were, he hadn’t even told anyone other than Tessie and Harry that he was seeing anyone.
“But they’re special to you,” Nell said, looking up at him with her slightly awkward smile. She wanted to meet the people that Lukas cared about so much. He never spoke about his parents so this extended family was the next best thing.
“More than you know,” Lukas said, returning her smile.
“Then I want to meet them,” Nell said decisively, placing the bunch of flowers she had been holding to one side. There was something else that she had been wanting from Lukas since their second date and had so far been too unsure of herself and of them to try and get it. It was something that she had never done before and she wanted her first time to be with Lukas.
“Alright, then you’ll get to meet them, but not yet; I kind of like having you all to myself,” Lukas said to her, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to her lips. She looked so beautiful today, though to him she always looked stunning and even though he cared for her a great deal, he was uncertain about introducing her to his pack.
“I like having you all to myself too,” Nell said with a shy smile, pressing her body a little more firmly against Lukas’, wanting to make her intention known. Her heart was hammering in her chest, having no clue what she was doing but knowing exactly what she wanted.
“Perhaps we could be a little bit more alone?” Lukas suggested, realising what she was doing but still looking at her questioningly for confirmation, wondering if she was really getting at what he thought she was. He didn’t pretend to be an expert on women; the only women, aside from Nell, that he had ever known well were his mother, Tessie, Callie and Romy and he hadn’t felt any romantic inclinations towards any of them.
“Hmmm,” she said, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “It is a terrible shame that there is a driver who might overhear things.” As she said this, she toyed with the top button of his shirt, fiddling with it somewhat clumsily until it came undone.
“I think I could probably persuade him to pull over and take a walk for a while,” Lukas said as his grip around her tightened, drawing her closer to him which made her smile since she was practically on his lap already and should see the obvious bulge in his trousers.
“I think that would be a great idea, because the buttons on the front of this dress… they actually undo,” Nell told him with a teasing grin. Lukas went wide eyed at this revelation, his gaze travelling down to the aforementioned buttons that went down to her waist.
Lukas smiled, amazed at how happy this remarkable and unique young woman made him. He was definitely interested in exploring this claim about the buttons and seeing what lay beneath, his thoughts becoming clouded with lust at the idea as he pressed his lips against Nell’s.
FGHP
Harry, Clayton and Romy arrived at Professor Lupin's office half an hour before they were meant to; Harry had been keen to talk to Fenrir and he had been too on edge about it to wait around. Remus had not been at all surprised to see them at his door early, he had half expected them to be even earlier.
It had been playing on his mind all day about Fenrir and Harry being mates and he was wondering how deeply that went. Harry, after all, was only fifteen; he hoped that maybe Greyback would have had some restraint. He was also hopeful that Harry might meet someone else, now that he was out of the pack around others his own age; he was sure that the head boy, Cedric had been showing interest, which he certainly considered a more suitable pairing.
“Does your Alpha have a name?” Remus asked, trying to make small talk as they sat waiting. He knew the name all too well but he was hoping that Harry might tell him.
“Of course he does,” Clayton said derisively. “Doesn’t mean we will be telling you what it is.” He was already anxious about what Fenrir might have to say regarding what he had done to Harry and this werewolf asking unwelcome questions was not helping matters.
“I don’t think that there is any need to take that tone, Mr Danes,” Remus said stiffly, giving the young man a rather pointed stare.
“Look, it’s none of your business,” Clayton snapped. He had little enough tolerance for being berated by teachers Monday to Friday, he wasn’t about to accept it on a weekend as well; not even from a teacher who was doing Harry a favour.
“Clay,” Romy chastised. The last thing they needed was for Professor Lupin to get cross with them and change his mind; there would be no stopping Fenrir from turning up at the school then.
“Don’t, Romy, just don’t,” Clayton said, his voice softer as he addressed her.
“Guys, that’s enough okay,” Harry said with a sigh of exasperation. “I’m nervous enough about this as it is.”
Romy nodded her understanding; things were not exactly on stable ground with the Alpha pair and she could understand why Harry might feel a little on edge about seeing Fenrir.
Clayton, however, was pacing back and forth in the small space, putting the other two pups even more on edge than they already were. Clay was agitated and worrying himself into a state, which the other two couldn’t really understand.
Remus watched on from where he was perched on the edge of his desk, finding the interaction between the young werewolves fascinating to watch. He didn’t really understand what had Clayton so agitated; he wondered if the boy was scared of Greyback, maybe was treated badly by him, but both Harry and Romy seemed to be looking forward to speaking with their Alpha.
The whole atmosphere was tense, as they waited out the extra time they had, not knowing what to say to each other. Then, at almost five minutes to five, Clayton gave up the battle with his nerves, throwing his hands up dramatically into the air. “I can’t be here for this,” he declared as he headed for the door. So sudden had his declaration been that neither Harry nor Romy could understand it fast enough to stop him. Clayton was gone, the door shut with unnecessary force behind him, before the other two pups could even process what he had said; Remus looking every bit as stunned as they were.
“What the hell!?” Harry asked, looking to Romy as if she might have more insight to Clayton’s actions than he would.
“Should I go after him?” Romy asked, look at the door with a mixture of concern and annoyance. She had a fair idea what had Clayton running scared but she didn’t think that that was a justified excuse for running off, in fact she thought it rather cowardly.
“No,” Harry said with a sigh. “Whatever it is that’s bothering him now, we can get out of him later. If you go after him and I’m here alone then it isn’t going to look very good.”
Romy nodded her agreement just as the fire burst into life with green flame. Every occupant in the room jumped a little. Harry was the first to recover, falling to his knees in front of the fireplace, shielding his mate from view of the others in the room.
“Are you hurt?” Fenrir asked at once, upon seeing his young mate in front of him. Harry was practically in tears at the sight of the Alpha male, overwhelmed with seeing him again. He had been being so strong and pretending that he was fine since he had left the territory but seeing Fenrir like this even for a few seconds had him falling apart at the seams.
“Romy healed me,” Harry said through his tears, not wanting to admit to Fenrir just how much he was hurting. Not from his injuries as he couldn’t feel those, but from desperately missing home and wanting to be with his mate.
“What happened?” Fenrir growled out, looking around but only able to see Harry as the submissive was effectively blocking him from the rest of the room as well as shielding his mate’s face from Remus, who might know Fenrir if he was to see him.
“Me and Clay had an argument that got out of hand,” Harry said dismissively, not wanting the Alpha to worry. “He said something and I just lost my temper. I probably shouldn’t have actually punched him but you would be proud of me, he fell right over,” Harry said with a wry, hopeful smile.
“You shouldn’t be fighting, little one,” Fenrir said firmly. As proud as he was of Harry for being able to hold his own, his submissive should never have had to fight at all, and yet it seemed to keep happening. “Did Clayton hit you back?”
“He defended himself,” Harry answered evasively.
“You’re mine, he shouldn’t have touched you,” Fenrir growled possessively; he hated that Harry had come to harm when he had been unable to protect him. He was damn near furious that it had been Clayton who had hurt him.
“I didn’t exactly give him much choice in the matter,” Harry pointed out. “You can hardly expect him to just lie there and let me keep punching and kicking him; he tried to stop me without hurting me at all but when he managed to get hold of me…” Harry couldn’t help the shudder at memory of how scared being trapped made him feel.
“That’s exactly what I expect him to do, little one,” Fenrir said angrily. The members of his pack knew better than to hurt Harry for any reason at all; Harry was his mate and therefore was to be protected. Clayton had been bitten for that very purpose and it was time Fenrir made that clear to the boy.
“Wait, what?” Harry asked, blinking slowly a few times as he processed what he was hearing; he knew that Fenrir was protective, but this just sounded insane. “You’re serious? You think he should have just let me hit him?”
“Yes,” Fenrir stated as if he were being completely reasonable.
“That’s crazy,” Harry said, sitting back on his heels and throwing his hands in the air in frustration. “Me and Clayton have been having scraps like this our whole lives,” he said with exasperation; he might have been upset with Clay at that moment but that didn’t mean he wanted things to actually change between them.
“Not helping, Harry,” Romy, who was a short distance behind him, muttered under her breath. She didn’t think that pointing out the fact that they were always fighting over one thing or another was the best way to put the Alpha’s mind at ease, which was the whole point of this conversation after all.
“The point is,” Harry said, determined to plough on, “that I am completely fine and you don’t need to worry.”
“I want to see you,” Fenrir said firmly. He needed to see that his mate was okay with his own eyes, he needed to be sure that Harry wasn’t just telling him what he wanted to hear and pretending, as he did so often, that he was okay.
“You can see me,” Harry said with exasperation and a roll of his eyes, “I’m right here in front of you.”
“All of you,” the Alpha clarified. It would be easy for Harry to have hidden even serious injuries underneath his clothing.
“What? Why?” Harry asked. Most of the damage that Clayton had done was healed but there was still the remnants of a few of the worst bruises. Despite the fact that they weren’t bothering him as he couldn’t feel them, he didn’t want Fenrir to see them, knowing that the Alpha would likely go into a catastrophic meltdown at the sight of them.
“So I can see you’re not injured,” Fenrir said with narrowed eyes.
“I’m not putting on a strip show for you in front of witnesses,” Harry insisted. “Particularly not with one of my professors here,” he added. There was no way that he was going to stand in Professor Lupin’s office and start taking his clothes off just because his mate was overprotective.
“One of your professors is there?” the Alpha queried, having assumed that Harry would have found somewhere private for them to speak, given that they were intending to keep what they were a secret for as long as possible.
“Umm, yeah, we’re using his office” Harry explained, a little nervously, not sure how his mate might react to that news.
“Who is he?” Fenrir demanded somewhat harshly.
“One of us,” Harry said with a sigh, not wanting it to be a big deal.
“I’m coming through,” Fenrir stated quite suddenly, leaving no room for negotiation on the matter.
“No,” Harry said, but it was too late, Fenrir’s head had disappeared from the fireplace.
Instantly Harry was on his feet, firing a strong locking spell on the closed office door before turning to Remus, thinking of the quickest way to explain it. “Our Alpha, he’s coming through to see me, he’s worried, I didn’t know this was going to happen, I’m sorry, but don’t freak out, you might recognise him, just don’t be scared, he isn’t going to hurt anyone, he never hurts me and I love him. Just be calm, okay,” he rambled.
“He’s coming here? Now?” Remus asked, looking alarmed, questions springing into his mind uninhibited, the most worrying of which was whether or not the Alpha wolf would actually recognise him. The fire suddenly roared into life again, bright green flames encompassing the hearth.
“Yes, now,” Harry confirmed quickly before the large form of his mate stepped out of the fireplace and swept him up into strong arms before he could protest.
Now that he was safely holding his little mate, Fenrir turned his attention to the rest of the room; Romy was standing close by, smiling at him and Harry, but it was the other occupant that was the more pressing matter.
He turned, towering over the professor, who took a few steps away from him looking worried. Fenrir inhaled deeply; the moment he had entered the room he had been able to identify the man as a werewolf but now that he took a moment to think about the scent…
It was familiar… familial even; this was the man who had sired Lukas, this was the boy he had bitten decades ago and never been able to find. “I’m your sire,” Fenrir said bluntly, making Harry and Romy turn to him in surprise.
“Yes,” Lupin said simply, “I know.”

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littlepanther - His wounds didn't heal straight away after the first detention, though they did heal fairly quickly, but as with any injury that happens repeatedly in the same place, it becomes slower to heal each time. I am also fairly sure that he had more lines this time, so the cuts were deeper than before. Hope this helps. Glad you are enjoying the story.
Jan - A lot of them certainly do take Clay for granted and again this is something that does get address as the story progresses. As for them judging him, I don't think that is quite the case; as with everyone, Clay has his faults, his family are just sometimes a little too good at pointing them out to him, they do love him, but sometimes don't do a very good job of showing it.
As for the body guard thing, that actually is exactly what he is, though you are right, they haven't been particularly great friends to him in a lot of ways. Part of that is that Clay does shut them out when he is in a bad mood, not wanting to make their lives more difficult by telling them his problems. This again is something that will be addressed.
We are delighted that you are defending Clay, because he does need it at the moment; he certainly doesn't have things easy. Our characters are far from perfect, but that is because we have given them all highly complex stories and personalities, that will grow and develop with them. This story will cover, not only to main plot and the development/progression of the romantic relationships, but we have lots of development for the friendships in this story too.
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