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Just Submit	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 88137 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from writing this story. All recognizable characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.

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I’m not a native speaker of English.

Thanks a lot to my beta, mrequecky, for correcting this chapter!

Dear readers,

First I got now response, but then some reviewed and voted, so I realized that you are still interested. So here is another chapter! The name Amaris I got from a fic of DarkCyanStar. Her fics have inspired my a lot!

AgainAndAgain

Characters: Fenir, Hermione, Yorik, Amaris, Morgan

Sexual interactions: Het: FG/HG

Warnings: het, frottage, masturbation, D/s

Chapter 5 – Waking Up

When Hermione woke up, she needed some time to orientate herself. She was in a bedroom, or rather in a very big bed. Remembering the last hours, she was glad that she was alone. The burning between her legs was gone, and she needed to go to the toilet. How long had she been asleep?

Carefully Hermione left the bed. Looking down at herself, she realized that she was clad in a very thin nightgown. The room was warm, very warm, like the rest of the house. So Hermione wasn't cold, just nervous. She looked around. The room was sparely furnished, but the walls had a beige tone that made the room comfy. Two doors were leading out of the room, and Hermione tried one. It wasn't locked, and she stepped out to a very small hall that was maybe only two square meter wide. Thus the stairs began directly in front of her.

Frightened, she climbed the stairs, hoping nobody was around.

“Hey, what are you doing, pup?” a friendly female voice asked. Hermione looked up and saw a woman with black hair at the top of the stairs. A man who had stood closely behind her stepped beside her. That caused Hermione to step back and almost fall.

Quickly the woman jumped down to her and caught her. “Careful, pup. Fenrir wouldn't be amused if he came back and you were hurt.”

“And he also wouldn't be amused seeing her out of his room!” the man said, warily. “Yorik will be back any minute.” He looked around frightened.

“I know Morgan, calm down.”

Hermione was confused. Who were those people, and why did they seem to be so nervous?

“Come on, pup. I will bring you back in your room,” the woman said kindly and gently led her back into Fenrir's bedroom. “I'm Amaris,” she said after she had put Hermione on the bed. “The nervous guy out there is Morgan. We are your pack now. Fenrir is our Alpha. The only other member of the pack, whom you haven't met yet, is Yorik, our beta.”

Hermione's head was spinning. “I... I...” Loud thundering steps from the other side of the door made her stop. When the door burst open and a bulgy muscular man appeared, Hermione shrank back on the bed. She pulled her legs to her chest, hugging them tightly.

“What did she do out of bed?” Yorik demanded an answer from Amaris.

The woman rolled her eyes, obviously not impressed by his tone. “I wasn't able to ask her before you stormed in here and frightened her to hell.”

Now his eyes wandered to Hermione. First to her eyes and then they wandered unashamedly over her body. “So?” he asked when he had ended his examination.

Horror was reflected in Hermione's eyes, and she curled together even more.

“Damn, Yorik, you are frightening her,” Amaris scolded him.

“What's going on?” another, more familiar voice thundered from the room or hall upstairs. Seconds later Fenrir shoved his beta aside and stepped into the room.

“Your beta is frightening the shit out of the pup; that's what's going on,” Amaris said, annoyed.

“You are doing what?” Fenrir said angrily and before even asking Yorik for his version, he grabbed him at his throat.

“I was just asking why she had been out of the room and why Amaris hadn't informed me about it. She had told Morgan to keep watch so that nobody would see how she brought her back here,” Yorik said while he was gulping for air. Immediately Fenrir let go of him.

“You were trying to hide something the pup was doing from us?” Fenrir asked Amaris angrily.

Amaris groaned. “Can you two just shut up and let me speak with her?”

Hermione was puzzled. Everything she had read about werewolves made her realize that this definitely wasn't the way a pack member was allowed to speak to their alpha or beta.

“Be careful about what you say, Amaris,” Fenrir screamed and grabbed her throat like he had done with Yorik. This time only a bit less forcefully.

Amaris squeezed her eyes shut while Fenrir screamed. “I'm sorry, alpha. I just thought it would have been best to not frighten her more than she already was. Calling Yorik would have meant she would not only have been yelled at, but also have been harassed seconds later. This is exactly what happened when Yorik arrived. You said she was off limit as long as her temperature wasn't right. Your command was to take care that nobody touched her or harassed her against her will. I was just acting on your command.”

Fenrir studied her eyes closely and then let go of her. “I will speak with her. Leave! All of you!”

Amaris threw one last apologizing look over to her and left the room. Yorik wasn't so easy to get rid of. “Why can't I stay. As your beta I have a right to be—”

Further he didn't come because he was tackled down by a snarling alpha. Then the most frightening thing since Hermione's arrival in the house happened, they started changing. In panic Hermione looked over to the door, but the two men, or now almost wolves, were rolling around on the floor wildly, and she feared she would come between the two if she tried to flee. The sounds the two werewolves made were downright frightening. They snarled and growled.

Hermione did the only thing she could do; she drew the bed cover over herself and hid, whimpering pitiably under it. Shortly after she had pulled the blanket over her head, she could here a heart wrenching whine, and then everything was silent. She didn't dare to look out of her hiding place. After a few more seconds, she could here shuffling, a low growl and the door opening and closing. Then more shuffling followed and the mattress beside her dipped down.

“Will you come out of there?” Fenrir asked. He had no idea what he should do now. It was obvious that he had frightened her a lot. He wished he had allowed Amaris to speak with her. His pride didn't allow him to call her back now.

Hermione didn't move. She even tried to be stiller, hoping he would oversee her like this. How stupid was that? Since when did Hermione Granger do things like that? It was all so horrible.

Fenrir sighed. “Come on, it wasn't that bad. He is a stupid beta. He needs that from time to time! In a few minutes, he will be like he has always been and in a few more minutes, you will beg me to punish him again.”

“Why?” Hermione asked through the blanket. She couldn't stop herself from being curious. She hated it to not understand anything.

Fenrir was relieved that she was talking with him again. For a short time he pondered if he should let Amaris take over now, but then he pushed that thought away. “Come out, and I will tell you.”

Hermione shook her head vehemently.

Fenrir could see the movement under the thin blanket. “Why not?”

“Because you are scary.”

Fenrir chuckled. “I'm an alpha; I need to be scary.” He grabbed for the blanket and pulled it away. He could smell that Hermione had calmed down. Seeing her in that almost translucent white nightgown made him pause to admire her frame. She was a bit thin, surely caused by the month in hiding.

Hermione didn't move out of her curled up position. She was already facing him and looked with big eyes at his relaxed, smiling face. She reminded herself that he was a Death Eater and a supporter of this dark world outside. Otherwise she would have fallen for his good look and friendly smile.

“Why have you been out in the hall?” Fenrir asked more serious now.

That made Hermione realize her problem again. Now her bladder was even fuller, and she needed to find a toilet very quickly. “Oh Merlin,” she just said and pushed her legs together.

“You were looking for Merlin?” Fenrir asked, amused, already knowing her problem.

Hermione glared at him, but stopped it immediately when his face darkened again. “I'm sorry.” She looked downwards, curling up a bit more, hoping he would forgive her. A small whimper from that beast inside her added to the submissive behavior.

It seems that Fenrir was very pleased with that behavior, and he petted her head. “That's a good little sub. I will be lenient for the first days, but if you ever glare at me like that you will be punished.” He emphasized his statement with a warning squeeze around her neck.

Hermione whimpered again and almost wet herself. “Please, I won't do it again. Can I please go to the toilet now?”

“The left door,” he said and let go of her neck.

Quickly Hermione hurried into the bathroom, or rather on the toilet because the room just contained a toilet and a sink.

When she came back in the bedroom, Fenrir was sprawled against the headboard, watching her intensively. “It is supper time in half an hour. There are clothes for your over there.” He gestured to a small pile of clothes. “You can choose what you want to wear.”

Hermione looked at the small pile and inspected the clothes. There were very tight shorts, a short skirt, a blouse and two different tops. There was no underwear, and Hermione wasn't wearing a bra at the moment. “Ehm... there is no bra.”

“There is no bra, alpha. And if there is no bra, it means that I don't want you to wear one. Normally I wouldn't let you wear any underwear either, but Amaris convinced me that you would feel much safer if I allowed you to wear your knickers.”

Hermione felt panic come up again. No knickers? Never in her life could she stand the shame of running around in such short clothes without her knickers. Not even in a long skirt would she dare to do something like that.

“Was she wrong?”

Hermione needed some time in her panicking mind to understand what Fenrir meant, but when she did, she shook her head wildly. “No, she was all right. Please let me wear my knickers.”

“Good, but no bra. I hate those things. They always get in the way.”

Hermione grabbed for the skirt and a top. At least the skirt was wide, and she would feel less naked with it. Carefully she looked at Fenrir and then at the bathroom door.

“Don't even think about it,” Fenrir said, amused, clasping his hands behind his head and leaning back against the headboard.

Hermione blushed. She quickly pulled the skirt over her knickers and then turned away from Fenrir to lift her nightgown.

Fenrir growled. “Turn around, pup. I allowed you to wear your knickers; don't forget that. This privilege can be taken away at any time. It depends on your good behavior.”

Hermione's face turned crimson. She turned around and lifted her nightgown. She whimpered seeing Fenrir nonchalantly grabbing inside of his jeans to massage his member. Quickly Hermione pulled the top over her head. Her nipples instantly hardened against the silken material of the top.

“Come over here,” Fenrir commanded huskily.

Frightened, Hermione stepped closer as if she was advancing a dangerous animal. He was a dangerous animal, wasn't he?

“Closer, pup,” Fenrir growled, one hand outstretched to her, the other one still in his trousers. When she was close enough to grab her hand, he pulled her over to the bed. Taking his occupied hand out of his trousers, he grabbed Hermione around her hip and lifted her to straddle him directly over his clothed erection.

Hermione squeaked and felt Fenrir's member jumping and Fenrir groaning at that sound.

“Yes, that feels good,” Fenrir said huskily and rocked his hip upwards while closing his eyes. “Merlin, I can't wait to bury my cock deep into your little pussy.”

Hermione blushed even more, and her heart hammered in her chest. To her great confusion, she liked the feeling that the friction between their clothes-covered private parts caused. Just the fear of the pain connected with sex lessened her enjoyment of Fenrir's ministration. Until then Fenrir had grabbed her hands and had pulled her down with them, but now he let go and let his hands wander upwards. Slowly he let them slip under Hermione's top, and his warm fingers spread goosebumps all over Hermione's body. It was a feeling between tickling and stroking, and it was wonderful. Hermione had the feeling she would pass out from the high frequency her heart was beating with. Still she was afraid what he was planning, how far this all would go.

“Please, Fenrir, I...”

“Shh,” he said in a calming way, pulling one hand out of her top and laying his index finger on her lips. “Just enjoy and let me enjoy, pup. Nothing more will happen. I won't try to make you have sex with me until Severus says it is totally safe. And I will not let anybody else do it either.”

Hermione relaxed a bit. Until now he had always kept his promises. When his hand vanished under her top again and mirrored the moves of the other hand, she closed her eyes and tried to relax. Slowly his fingers made their way upwards between her breasts, trailing over her collarbone and back downwards at her sides, never touching her breasts. It was agonizing, and Hermione whimpered, wriggling around to get his hands were she wanted them.

Fenrir chuckled. “So eager, but it will always be at my pace, my little pup.” Again he let his fingers go the same way, this time just using his finger nails.

Hermione had the feeling her nipples were harder than they had ever been before. They seemed to be over sensitive and it was almost painful to feel the fabric of the top against them. Nevertheless, she craved for his hands to be on them so they could soothe the tension a bit. Again she whimpered and even begged this time, “Please, Fenrir.”

“Hmm, I like when you call me by my name, even though you shouldn't do it. I have never cared about the rules of others, so I will let you call me Fenrir in private.” Another agonizing round of his fingernails scratching lightly over her sensitive skin. “And I love it when you beg, pup. How can I deny you anything?” With that his hands finally trailed the underside of her breast until they reached the side. Then he let his thumb wander from the base of her breast to her nipple and stroked softly over them.

Hermione had the feeling she would explode again, like she had done in the bath. There was not much missing. When Fenrir lightly twisted her nipple and gave one more thrust with his hip, she started coming hard. She moaned and sobbed helplessly while she fell over on his chest, rubbing her still clothed center shamelessly over his groin. After a few seconds she stilled and compared the two heartbeats she was feeling against her chest. Hers was racing, but Fenrir's wasn't much slower.

Fenrir sniffed the air and groaned. “Hmm, I love that smell.” He grabbed her bum and shoved her harshly against his member one more time; and then he came as well with a deep groan.

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