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The Girl Amongst The Wolves	By : albamezzora Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 27847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Girl Amongst The Wolves

Chapter 4

Hermione awoke the next morning in exactly the same position that she’d fallen asleep in. The only difference was Fenrir was already awake and was stroking her hair gently. She groaned as a surprising amount of morning light poured into the room and buried her head under her pillow. Fenrir chuckled.

“Good morning.” To her extreme surprise, he swept back her hair from her neck and delivered a gentle kiss to her skin. She shivered as he got out of bed, pulled on a new shirt and then roughly picked her up and put her on his hip. “Come on, you log, time for a bath.”

Another embarrassing bath and dressing later, they walked hand-in-hand to the dining hut. Fenrir opened the door, nudged her in and sat her in the seat to his right, where he sat at the head of the table. He picked up her plate and was about to start dishing her food out but she spoke up.

“Mr Greyback?” He looked at her and paused. “Could I possibly...And meaning no offence, of course, sir...Could I make my own plate today?”

The children closest to her gasped and their jaws dropped. In a sense, Hermione was defying their Alpha. And that was completely unacceptable and resulted in a very severe and very painful--

“Of course.” He handed her the aluminium plate and sat back as he watched her pick out small amounts toast, poached eggs and baked beans. He smirked at her, gathered his own breakfast and watched amused when she quickly ate what was on her plate and then sat quietly. He looked at her every few minutes and saw her eyeing the rest of the diners with almost a longing look. She was still hungry.

He gently lifted a hand, cupping the back of her head. He leant in and whispered, “You can have more, Hermione.” Her eyes met his and he smiled at her, nodding to the dozens of plates piled high with food. With that permission, she dived back in, feasting on bacon, sausages, more beans and more toast.

!”!

“Okay, hold it steady.” One of the teenagers of the Pack instructed Hermione. She’d gone collecting with a few of the other children and teenagers, Lauren included. She watched timidly as the teenagers and male children chopped and gathered firewood while the girls her age all had fruit baskets with them. But she asked one of the pretty teen boys to let her collect some wood. He was teaching her to aim an axe right at a branch. Well, he was using a stick for the first few attempts, wanting to keep both his eyes.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, like that. Now, pull back - not that far! - and aim a few times...Now, pull back slowly and whack.” Hermione did so perfectly, though not with a lot of force compared to the others. But the boy smiled at her and seemed pleased. “That was good. You’re good. Want to try with the axe?”

“Whoa, careful, Nick, she’s still young!” A female teen cried teasingly, smiling at Hermione. She was wearing a dark green dress. And Nick was also dressed in dark green.

“She’ll be fine. She’s a clever girl.” He handed her an axe and told her how to hold it correctly, spacing her hands out to the right distance. He stood to the side as she slowly aimed and when she pulled the axe back slowly, it was snatched out of her hand and her arm was grabbed and she was spun around.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Fenrir demanded. Everyone in the small clearing in the forest bowed or curtsied while Hermione spluttered.

“I-I-I just...I just wanted to...To-To-”

“Have you ever handled an axe before?”

“No, but-”

“Well then what the hell are you doing-?”

“It’s my fault, Alpha.” Nick spoke up.

Fenrir stood up, still gripping Hermione’s arm and glared at the boy. “Explain.”

“I was teaching Hermione how to cut a branch.”

He was very displeased. “So you just handed her an axe?”

“No, Alpha, we practiced a lot before hand. She was very good so I thought she could try with the real axe.”

“She’s nine, Nicholas.” Fenrir scolded.

“Hey, I’m nearly ten!”

“And Nicholas is only thirteen. You’re both young and therefore stupid.”

Hermione flushed red in anger. “I’m not stupid!”

“You’re acting it. Now either you stay here and not handle axes or you come back to the Pack.”

Hermione sulked. “I’ll stay here.”

“Good girl.” He threw the axe and it landed neatly in a thick tree. He turned and glared at Nick. “Don’t let her touch that again.” And he stalked off.

Hermione looked sheepishly at Nick, who simply smiled at her and pulled the axe out of the tree and started to walk to a big dying tree. She followed him, jumping over a few stray twigs.

“Why is he like that?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, aiming at a branch.

“Why is he so bossy all the time?”

“He’s the Alpha. It’s his job to be bossy.”

“No, I mean with me. Why is he always bossy with me? Like, I have to sleep in his bed, he washes me, he dresses me, he serves my food, he picks me up all the time...Why?”

Nick didn’t say anything for a few moments. “He’s just protective.”

“He’s not that protective over all of you.”

“It’s because you’re new.” He lied, swinging at the branch.

“Really? Well when will I be classed as ‘not new’ so I can be by myself?”

He looked at her seriously. “Hermione, you’ll never be by yourself.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ll always be with Fenrir, Cami or Lauren at all times.”

“Why?”

“Because Fenrir cares about you, Cami looks after you and Lauren’s your friend.”

“But why will I never be alone?” She demanded, standing under the branch so he couldn’t chop it anymore.

He frowned at her, knelt in front of her and put the axe down. “Because you’re very special.” He said before picking her up and placing her out the way before chopping at the branch again. Hermione huffed and stormed off.

!”!

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Lauren asked as she and Hermione carried a basket full of apples back to the Pack.

“Lauren?”

“Yeah?”

“Why will I never be alone?”

Lauren paused before acting innocent. “What do you mean?”

“Nick said that I’d never be alone in the Pack. I’d always be someone. Why?”

“...You’re special.”

“Lauren, don’t lie!” Hermione snapped, stopping in her place.

The girl sighed and put the basket down. “I can’t tell you exactly why. I can only say certain things.”

“Why? Why can’t I know things?”

“It’s just...” Lauren sighed and hung her head.

“Fenrir doesn’t trust me, does he?”

Her head snapped up in surprise. “Huh?”

“Fenrir. He doesn’t trust me. That’s why I can’t know things. That’s why I’ll never be alone. That’s why he’s with me so much - to keep an eye on me.”

“Uh...Yeah. Yeah, that’s...That’s why. It’s not you. It’s just because you’re new and he doesn’t know you. He’s kinda weird that way.”

“Do you think he’ll ever trust me?”

“Yeah, I should think so. Just...Don’t tell him I told you.”

“Okay. Promise.” She said, smiling at her friend and they resumed carrying the basket. When they got the stepping stones, they handed the basket to an adult, who picked it up weightlessly with one hand and they hopped across the stones. They walked to the large circle in the clearing and sat next to it. “Lauren? What’s this for?”

Lauren looked at the circle almost lovingly. “This is for when we dance.”

“Dance?”

“Yeah. See, wolves worship the full moon just like muggles worship their Gods. But instead of praying and singing hymns, we have little parties just before the full moon and we dance and sing songs and have nice food. It’s nice. You’ll like it.”

“When’s the next party?”

“Tomorrow night.”
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