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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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We are very close to having finished writing the anniversary chapter and it is going to be big, as in epically huge, and fluffy. In the meantime, enjoy the new chapter and we look forward to hearing your thoughts.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 54 - A room at the Hog's Head
Callie was sitting down resting near the fire. She had been feeling much worse again that morning, so much so that Jenson had nearly refused to go to work, but the pack needed the money he made and she knew him fussing over her wouldn’t do anything to help. Not to mention that if Jenson stayed home, then Damon would assume it was something serious and start his fussing as well.
The last thing she wanted was for Damon to turn his attention from his new relationship and on to her. Micha was making him happy and they were still rather fragile, the submissive needing time to heal and recover; the last thing Damon needed to do was not pay Micha the attention he needed and deserved.
Fenrir, though he hid it rather well when it came to anyone other than Harry, worried too. She had seen it in the early days, when their pack was newly formed and she had become ill then. He had been concerned for her and right now he was stressed enough with the worry over Harry and what he was getting up to at Hogwarts with the rest of the pups; he didn’t need to be concerning himself with her ailments.
“Are you okay?” Tessie asked, coming to sit beside her, smiling fondly at her. The two of them had become rather good friends of late, cooking together daily and talking to one another. Tessie spoke of her fondness to find a mate and settle down, she desperately wanted what Callie had with Jenson.
The two talked about the dynamics and the relationships in the pack often. Tessie would never give away Lukas’ secret but Callie had noticed how strange the young man was acting. She had deduced very quickly that the only reason a young, intelligent man like Lukas would act weirdly was if he was in love; though, she kept it quiet, knowing that Lukas needed to tell them all in his own time.
“Nothing I haven’t suffered through before,” Callie returned managing a smile. It was all too common practice for her to smile her way through the nausea and the dizzy spells, pretending that everything was alright when it wasn’t, just so that the men in her life didn’t worry themselves into an early grave. Callie wouldn't have put it past either her mate or her brother to be capable of doing such a thing.
“You don’t look well,” Tessie said honestly. Callie truly did look awful; she was paler than she ought to have been and, because of the frequent vomiting and the less than adequate meals she had been consuming, she was looking rather thinner than was healthy for a woman of her height and age.
“Will you walk with me?” Callie requested; she really needed to talk to someone and she thought that now would be the best time. Jenson and Lukas were at work, Damon was cuddling with Micha and Fenrir was, strangely enough, up a tree, seemingly assembling the platforms that had worked as a wonderful distraction while Harry had been absent.
“You’re up to walking?” Tessie teased, though she was halfway to serious too as Callie really didn’t look like she would be able to stand on her own two feet for long, let alone walk around.
“Just about,” Callie said. She smiled fondly when Tessie offered her a hand, which was gratefully accepted, helping her to her feet. Even living in a clearing with mainly men, Tessie had managed to remain beautiful. Her blond hair tied back into a ponytail at the top of her head, her blue eyes sparkling with life and hope.
Callie leaned heavily on the younger werewolf, who was eight years her junior. She was feeling every hour of those eight years deep within her bones today, tiredness seeping into her core. Her head swam dangerously but Callie determinedly kept going, not wanting to admit defeat.
“You and I have become friends, would you say?” Callie asked gently as they walked slowly but steadily around the clearing, arm in arm.
“Of course,” Tessie said with a smile, looking at Callie with concern, wondering where she was going with this conversation.
“There are some things that I do not want Jenson or my big brother to know about,” Callie said carefully, struggling to catch her breath for a moment.
“I won’t say anything to them; you know that I won’t, not if you don’t want me to,” Tessie said kindly. She thought that they could trust one another with secrets now. Tessie might not have been part of this pack for long but she felt as if she had bonded with Callie, particularly with how Callie had helped her to learn to cope with her injured shoulder, which was still strapped firmly to her body, useless.
“I know, dear one,” Callie returned. “This is just something delicate and I am not even sure if there is anything to worry about at all yet,” she added.
“What is it?” Tessie asked, concern building now. She was fearful of what her friend could be bottling up, hiding from everyone. She feared that it had something to do with Callie’s health, that it was something she wouldn’t survive.
“I haven’t…” Callie began, trying to think of how to put it, her cheeks flaring with embarrassment. Romy had been old enough not to have needed the talk when she came to the clearing so this was not something that she was familiar discussing and, to be honest, it made her a little uncomfortable. “I haven’t had a period since before Christmas,” she said in a rush.
Tessie took a moment to digest this information, her eyes going wide with the realisation of what Callie was implying. “So you think that you’re…” she said and Callie nodded her head, the end of that sentence didn’t need to be uttered aloud just yet, it would just make it too real.
“I can't be certain,” Callie said with a sigh. “I cannot perform the spell to find out on myself and it is rather complex to get right. If done wrong it could give a false result, which wouldn’t exactly be helpful.”
“Well I could try, but I am not sure if I would be able to do it,” Tessie said with an apologetic smile. “I don’t even have my own wand any more, and I was never very good with new spells; takes me a little while to get any good at them.”
“It’s okay, I just needed to talk to someone about it,” Callie assured her. “It's probably nothing anyway, maybe just stress with everything that has been going on.”
“That’s true,” Tessie said, with a nod of understanding, “it could just be your worries about the pups.” She had heard that stress and worrying could cause women’s periods to be late. “Wouldn’t it be a good thing anyway?” she asked; there was no doubting that Callie was an amazing mother to Romy. Tessie was rather surprised that Callie and Jenson hadn’t had any biological children yet; they were such a loving and devoted couple, certainly the most stable couple in the pack from what she had seen.
“It isn’t exactly good timing,” Callie said. There was too much going on with the pack at the moment, they really didn’t need to the extra strain of getting her through a pregnancy, nor the complications of caring for an infant afterwards. That wasn’t even considering how she might cope with a pregnancy given her health issues and history. “I would love another child, but there are some things that concern me.”
“If there are so many things bothering you and you don’t feel secure then it probably is just stress; as werewolves, submissives can only fall pregnant if they feel safe and secure. I wouldn’t worry too much,” Tessie said reassuringly.
“How is it you know so much about werewolf lore?” Callie asked curiously. “You told Harry about the mating marks too.”
“My mother,” Tessie said smiling fondly,.“She was an intelligent woman, my mother, and absolutely fascinated with the lore surrounding werewolves, especially submissives. It was a love she passed on to me, teaching me everything she knew; Jilly too, though she was a little more reluctant to learn. A lot of it is theories though, because most werewolves are somewhat reluctant to have tests or experiments conducted on themselves; and even fewer dominants are willing to let their submissive’s undergo such things.”
Callie laughed. “Yes I would imagine so. I couldn’t imagine Fenrir or Damon allowing Micha or Harry to undergo experiments; nor Jenson letting me for that matter,” Callie said as they finally made it back to the fire having done a full loop of the clearing.
“You should really sit down,” Tessie said, slightly worried that Callie was about to just collapse.
“No, we should get some dinner started,” Callie insisted, taking a deep breath, hoping the nausea would pass; if anything, however, the deep breath only made the dizziness worse.
“Honestly, let me take care of it,” Tessie responded, guiding Callie over to one of the log benches. “If Jenson comes back and finds you unconscious he isn’t going to be best pleased.”
“No,” Callie said with a chuckle, “I imagine not.”
“Just tell me if I’m about to do anything that might poison everyone,” Tessie said jokingly. Callie smiled at her, having complete faith in her friend’s ability to prepare a meal for the pack without her overseeing it. If truth be told it would be a relief not to have to do it for a change.
FGHP
Bellatrix had been summoned, along with the rest of the Deatheaters, to the large Dining Hall of Malfoy Manor. She had been annoyed to be disrupted from tending to the freshly applied wounds on her back, but this was her Lord, and she would drop anything for him, to be by his side, where she belonged, no matter how much pain she was in.
She was curious as to what it might be that the Dark Lord would want them for; although she had a few ideas, she had not expected, upon entering the dining hall, to see her cousin being tortured at her Lord's feet.
It had been years since Bellatrix had laid eyes upon her traitorous cousin, who was, in her eyes, a disgrace to the name of Black. They had been incarcerated in Azkaban together, of course, but they had never crossed paths there; she might have killed him herself if she had.
To see him silently screaming as the cruciatus curse consumed his body under the malevolent gaze of her most gracious Lord made her heart sing. She wonder which of them had had the pleasure of capturing him and presenting him to their master. It mattered very little because it was in these moments, where he gave her such amazing gifts like witnessing such beautiful torture, that she was sure that he loved her deeply.
“Look at what happens to those who do not bow down before me,” Voldemort told his followers, as he released the spell he had on Sirius; the tortured man stayed on the ground, whimpering slightly as spasms racked his body in its aftermath. “Bella!” the Dark Lord called out and the woman in question hurried forward to his side.
“My Lord,” she said bowing deeply, a smirk on her face as Sirius momentarily caught her eye from where he lay curled up on the floor, his eyes pleaded silently with her, desperate for mercy, to be spared but he would not find that from her.
“I have no wish to deal with him,” Voldemort sneered, looking down at Sirius. “You may do with him what you wish, but he does not leave this house,” he instructed.
“Truly, my Lord?” Bella asked, looking up at Voldemort with wide and admiring eyes.
“Do not make me repeat myself,” he said, stepping away from her and back towards his large chair at the head of the room.
“Of course, my Lord,” she said, bowing deeply again. She was clearly his most beloved; why else would he present her with another glorious gift, like the cup he had entrusted to her care all those years ago? That was, of course, securely stashed away in her family vault, but this new toy would be so fun to play with. “Come, cousin dearest,” she said tauntingly, as she grabbed him by the hair and all but dragged him from the room.
Around them the Deatheaters laughed at the man’s fate; they all knew that Bellatrix was deranged; she had to be to put up with the relentless torture that Voldemort inflicted upon her day to day. They were all enjoying seeing their master in such a good mood, that was until Tom decided he had had enough and shouted out a dismissal, the many Deatheaters rushing from the room as quickly as was possible.
FGHP
Thursday morning and only two nights away from seeing their family, the pups were gathered in the great hall at the Slytherin table. They were meant to be having breakfast but instead they were gathered around a copy of the Daily Prophet with Draco, Pansy, Theo, Daphne and Astoria.
“Things are getting worse,” Draco said stiffly as he glanced over the Prophet, a frown marring his perfect features as he read over the article for the second time since it had arrived only half an hour previously.
“He’s getting stronger,” Daphne said, biting her lip nervously. It really wasn’t looking good for any of them. With the Dark Lord getting so powerful, she was scared what might happen to her family; she didn’t want to follow him blindly, the man terrified her.
Harry, having read the article quickly, not really taking in much of the facts except what was important, had cast a glance over to the teacher’s table and found the Headmaster staring at him, inquisitive blue eyes giving him a knowing look. Harry knew what it meant, of course; he could stop this, he had to, he didn’t have a choice any more. Unable to look at the infuriating man any longer Harry turned away, looking at the letter clutched in his hand, which had arrived with the paper.
“How can they take a whole street?” Clayton asked, a little confused as to how anyone could that easily take control of a wizarding street.
“It’s not just about Diagon Alley,” Romy said gently. “It’s that no one fought back or not many people did; the Deatheaters came in and they took it. Very few people stood up to defend themselves, they just surrendered. This is really bad.”
Unable to remain here with the headmaster’s gaze still fixed firmly on him, Harry got to his feet as Theo added in his two knuts on the situation. Harry didn’t care to listen to what he had to say; he honestly didn’t want to think about it at all because he was going to have to be the one to stop the madness and he hated it.
He at least had this weekend to look forward to. He just wanted Fenrir so badly, every part of him ached for him. He wanted to feel his mate wrapped around him, have his scent overwhelm his senses and feel loved instead of entirely overwhelmed and terrified. There was a feeling of guilt eating away at his chest, it felt as if there was a huge hole there and all because he hadn’t told Fenrir anything about what he was planning. He had promised Dumbledore his life when his heart and soul belonged to someone else and Harry was starting to hate himself for that.
He wouldn’t ruin this weekend though, it was too precious to waste. Time was all they had left and he wasn’t going to squander any of it by arguing; it wasn’t worth it. Harry wanted to feel the love and the warmth that Fenrir reserved only for him; he wouldn’t mar their weekend with truth and the knowledge that he, at fifteen years old, might not survive the coming war.
He knew that if he had mentioned it to Fenrir, or in fact anyone else in the pack, then they would have tried to stop him. Remus had even tried to stop him, suggesting anything else that might have been an alternative to the Unbreakable Vow but this was the way it had to be. A horrible secret that was eating away at him making his stomach tie in knots with guilt.
“Harry,” Romy called out, catching up to him as he came to a stop down an empty corridor. He hadn’t been paying attention to where his feet were taking him but subconsciously they had lead him towards the kitchens and the Hufflepuff dormitory; thankfully, however, all the students were at breakfast, not even stragglers were passing them by; they were completely alone.
“What’s up?” Clayton asked with concern. “You just took off!”
“I’m fine, it’s just… it doesn’t matter. I got a letter from Lukas,” he said showing them the envelope. Harry sunk down to the floor, propping his back up against the stone wall, Romy and Clayton following suit, sitting either side of him.
Harry,
Callie, Jenson and Fenrir will be coming to Hogsmeade Saturday morning at 10am, I have been asked to relay the message that they will remain close to the Hog’s Head as it is unlikely they will be spotted there. It should be relatively safe for Fenrir to be seen lurking around there as it has a rather sour reputation.
Tell Clayton that Damon is sorry that he cannot make it, but with both the Alpha and the Beta leaving the territory he felt that it was best that he remained behind, just in case.
Do try to stay out of trouble.
Lukas.
Harry smiled at the words, having heard them in his head in Lukas’ familiar voice. He really was going to have to write to Lukas more often, it was nice to have this small connection to the pack, to be able to talk to them and know what was going on.
“My Dad isn’t coming,” Clayton said suddenly, though he didn’t sound upset about it, on the contrary, he was angry. He had really needed to talk to his Dad this time and now he would have to wait again.
“I’m sure it doesn’t mean anything,” Romy said, trying to be gentle, but Clay still turned and glared at her. He hadn’t mentioned anything about the implication Harry had made about Damon and Micha being involved and to be honest he hadn’t really wanted to think about it.
He truly didn’t care either way. Micha was a nice guy, they were friends, but it was more the fact that his Dad was hiding it from him. He wasn’t a child any more, he was four months away from his sixteenth birthday and then he would a fully fledged adult member of the pack. He hated that his Dad hadn’t just told him outright.
“I know exactly what it means,” Clayton snapped furiously before taking a deep breath and turning to his two pack siblings. “I’m sorry, okay, I just… I’m sorry.” He hadn’t meant to take out his frustrations on them, but he was annoyed that they seemed to be keeping his Dad’s secret too; though he did realise it wasn’t their secret to tell.
“We won’t mention it again,” Harry assured him, folding the letter away and pocketing it, out of sight, out of mind. “We should get to class, the joys of Care of Magical Creatures,” Harry said with a dramatic sigh.
Romy laughed. “At least it’s not Herbology. Professor Sprout bores me half to sleep, Callie taught me most of it already and I’ve already read all the set books on the subject up to seventh year.”
“Only you, Romy,” Clayton said affectionately with a smile.
FGHP
Albus Dumbledore was feeling rather pleased with himself. He had Harry Potter exactly where he wanted him, in an Unbreakable Vow with no other choice than to help destroy Voldemort completely. It was utterly perfect. He was so happy, in fact, that he could have started humming as he walked through the corridors of his marvellous school, despite the less than favourable news in the papers.
He could have done without Severus Snape being in the hospital wing under the care of Poppy but that small hiccup could be overlooked. Sirius was another such inconvenience that could be put to one side for now; the lunatic of a man was of no use to him anymore and had probably drunk himself into a stupor by now, if he wasn't dead; wishful thinking perhaps.
His plans were coming together nicely and even the Unbreakable Vow he had made didn’t faze him that much; after all, he was the master of death and nothing could touch him. Remus had been too preoccupied to bring up the cloak again but Albus was prepared, he had had a rather good replica made up for when the time arose. He wasn’t going to allow any of the three deathly hallows slip through his fingers and he carried all of them on his person at all times.
It was somewhat unfortunate that Harry had requested frequent visits with the potions master, meaning that for the moment he would have to keep up the pretence of keeping the man alive; though it didn’t inconvenience him at all, only Poppy, who had placed him in a small secure and private room off the main ward. It wouldn’t do to have anyone see him.
Overall things were not looking too shabby. He had Harry’s full cooperation and that was all that mattered. It didn’t matter that he had vowed not to hurt his precious pack because in that regard he didn’t need to worry, that particular plan didn’t need him to flourish any more. Romy would be out of the picture soon enough.
Soon he would summon the Malfoy boy to him; Harry and Draco had been friends for a while now and their rather annoyingly close bond had to count for something. He and Draco had an agreement after all and he was curious to see how Harry was coping behind the closed doors of the dormitory.
FGHP
Harry found that the only good thing about Fridays was Quidditch practice. The freedom of flying while not in his animagus form felt wonderful. If he had the money, he would have bought his own broom again, rather than borrowing Draco’s all the time. Not that it made much difference, he was still pretty awesome on it regardless.
Clayton had pleaded with Romy to help him with his homework while Harry was at Quidditch practice, wanting to enjoy the Hogsmeade weekend without it looming over him like a dark cloud of depression. Of course Romy had agreed, but only after Draco had made a solemn promise not to leave Harry for a second and to walk him back to Slytherin common room when they were done.
Only one person had come to watch them play this evening and that one person was somewhat of an irritation to Harry. Cedric was bundled up in yellow gloves and his Hufflepuff scarf, and had brought a book with him to read while he waited.
While he flew, chasing after the snitch, Harry’s mind wandered a little, he had rather begrudgingly come to terms with the fact that Cedric was crushing on him a little. Although Harry considered the head boy to be both handsome and charming, he already had his own rather demanding mate that was enough of a handful without adding any more stress; he had to end whatever Cedric thought it was between them and quickly.
That was when it came to him, the most ingenious plan. If he was honest with himself, he knew that it probably wasn't the smartest plan and there were so many kinks to it that it was more than likely to backfire horribly, but it would be fun, and that meant it would be worth it in the long run, while also doing what he intended and getting Cedric off his back.
Landing with expertise and grace at the end of practice he was met by several pats on the back for how amazing he had been; Draco was included in that, though the blond was giving him a wry smile when he spotted Cedric waiting for Harry.
“I made a promise, Harry,” Draco said with a smirk. “No sneaking off alone with lover boy.” He knew that Harry wasn’t actually likely to sneak off with Cedric, but there was a chance that he might try to hide from him and, not only did Draco not want to have to deal with a pissed of Clayton, he didn’t want Harry wandering off alone.
“Oh, shut up,” Harry said glaring at him. “Wait here, hold my broom and don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.” As Harry said this he shoved his broom into Draco’s hand, the blond couldn’t help but laugh a little as he watched his friend head towards the Hufflepuff boy.
“Hi, Harry,” Cedric said with a handsome and rather charming smile, “you flew well tonight.”
“Thanks. Look… Cedric,” Harry started to say, playing up the sweet, naive act a little, hoping that Cedric would fall for it hook, line and sinker, which of course he did after a few moments of Harry fumbling for his words rather skilfully.
“Would you still like to come with me to Hogsmeade this weekend, we could meet for some drinks perhaps?” Cedric suggested, finding the young man’s mumbling nervousness rather endearing. He already had Harry’s agreement to go as friends the previous Friday but he wanted to be sure that their agreement still stood.
“I would love to,” Harry said smiling sweetly up at the older boy. “Can I meet you there, please? Only I promised Romy and Clay I’d walk up with them,” Harry pleaded, giving Cedric his biggest puppy dog eyes.
“Of course,” Cedric said, too overjoyed that he was finally getting to go on a date with Harry to realise that he was being played a little by the manipulative submissive. “I’ll see you at the Three Broomsticks, around eleven?”
“Perfect,” Harry said sweetly before turning to go; Cedric, however, gently took hold of Harry’s wrist, pulling him back and placing a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Tomorrow,” Cedric said, his voice full of promise. It actually making Harry blush a little as Cedric let him go and he was finally able to head back to Draco, who was looking a little bemused to say the least.
“What in Merlin’s name was that all about?” Draco asked, looking at Harry as if he had lost his marbles. “You do know that you have a rather dangerous werewolf as a mate already, right? You didn’t hit your head and forget that?”
“Nope, I just couldn’t think of another way to make Cedric realise that I’m not interested,” Harry said with a shrug as he headed off back towards the castle, Draco walking by his side. Just ahead of them they could see Cedric, his long legs having taken him much faster up to the castle.
“So you’re going to show him that you’re not interested by going on a date with him?” Draco asked sceptically, not quite following Harry’s logic on this occasion. Though, come to think of it, it was rare that he could ever follow Harry’s logic on anything.
“No,” Harry said, shooting his friend an amused look. “I’m going to show him I’m not interested by introducing him to my big, scary boyfriend,” Harry informed him and as he said this a look of realisation crossed Draco’s face followed quickly by a rather devious smirk.
“That is why you were put in Slytherin,” Draco said in amusement. “I’m so glad I’m going to be getting front row seats to this; I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
FGHP
The three pups were awake at the crack of dawn without complaint. Not even Clayton minded and he was rarely awake before ten in the morning willingly and even then it was only because the rest of the pack refused to allow him to sleep longer when there were things to be done.
By half past six, the three of them were dressed and practically bouncing off the walls in Slytherin common room, ready to go down to Hogsmeade and see their pack. None of the others in their house had even begun to stir but there was an undeniable excitement bubbling in the three pups; even Romy could barely contain her enthusiasm for the coming day.
The three of them were sat in the Great Hall half an hour later, Romy forcing them to eat breakfast. She was adamant that they would thank her later, and they had time to kill anyway. Fenrir and the others wouldn’t even be there for another three hours.
Draco, Theo and the other Slytherins all came to join them at eight, none of them seeing the benefit of getting up any earlier when they couldn’t even leave for Hogsmeade until nine at the earliest. Draco couldn’t help but be slightly amused at how anxious Harry seemed to be and he couldn’t resist teasing his friend a little.
“Nervous, Harry?” Draco asked, smiling deviously at the other teenager. He hadn’t told anyone else about what he had seen between Harry and Cedric the previous evening and he hadn’t heard Harry tell his pack siblings either so he was planning on having a little fun with it.
“Um, yeah,” Harry said looking up from his plate of food that he had been nervously pushing around with his fork. He had barely eating anything and, since his stomach was currently doing flips, he didn’t think that he was going to either.
“If I had two dates going on at the same time I would be too,” Draco said with a wink in Harry’s direction. The submissive werewolf grabbed a slice of toast, throwing it viciously in Draco’s direction with a glare. The blond ducked out of the way, laughing.
“Two dates?” Romy asked, a little confused. “What’s he on about?”
“Cedric asked Harry out after Quidditch practice last night and he said yes,” Draco told them before Harry could stop him. Several more slices of toast were then used as Frisbee's in Draco’s direction, only one of them hitting their target.
“Harry!” Romy scolded. “I thought you weren’t going to lead him on!” She really didn’t understand why Harry would do such a thing when he was so obviously in love with their Alpha.
“You realise Fe… your boyfriend is probably going to rip him to shreds,” Clayton pointed out, though he really didn’t seem overly bothered, sounding as if was simply stating a fact.
“It’s not a date,” Harry said with a scowl. He admittedly knew that Cedric thought it was, but the other boy hadn’t specified and he certainly wasn’t looking at it that way.
“That’s what it sounded like to me,” Draco mocked. Knowing as well as Harry did that that was what Cedric had intended it to be; though, of course, he also knew that Harry was playing the other boy to get his way, something which he could respect.
“Look, I agreed to it but…” Harry tried to say, only for Romy to cut him off with a rather angry looking glare.
Romy looked absolutely furious. “How could you agree to a date when you’re going to meet…?” she started to ask.
“I didn’t!” Harry interrupted before she could say his name. “He’s been asking me out for ages and this is the only way I can think of getting him off my back. It isn’t a date either, I’m simply showing him how much I’m not interested by introducing him to my rather large and intimidating boyfriend.”
“I don’t think large and intimidating is an apt description,” Daphne said with a frown, rather glad that Astoria was yet to join them. She didn’t want her little sister to over hear any of this and figure out what was going on.
Theo on the other hand was looking a little confused, thinking things over, and a light of realisation flickering behind his eyes as things seemed to click into place. “Harry…” he started carefully, “by all means tell me to shut up but… the other night, did I or did I not hear you reference your family as a pack?” Theo, at the very least, was considerate enough to keep his voice low so that no one else could hear.
Harry, Draco, Clayton and Romy all shared some concerned looks. “Yeah, um, let’s talk Theo,” Harry said. “You too Draco; Daphne you can come as well if you want, since you’re in on the secret.”
“I think I’ll pass, thank you,” she replied rather stiffly as she spotted her little sister coming into the Great Hall, Luna beside her, the two girls talking rather animatedly about something. Daphne deciding to remain behind and make sure Astoria didn’t get any ideas about getting involved.
“Sure thing,” Theo said, getting to his feet as Harry did the same, Romy, Draco and Clayton all following suit and heading for the exit.
None of them said anything, the five of them heading down an empty corridor and finding a deserted classroom, which they shut themselves inside, muttering a locking and a privacy charm on the door to ensure that they wouldn’t be overheard or interrupted.
“Theo…” Harry began, “I consider you my friend but I get that people don’t like…”
“Harry,” Theo interrupted before Harry could say anything more, “I don’t care. It actually explains a lot now I think about it, especially about the way you three are with each other.”
Clayton was stood, leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest looking entirely unimpressed, though it wasn’t like he could complain about another person being let into their secret, not when it had been his slip up that had caused it.
“You get that you can’t tell anyone,” Clay said stiffly. “We don’t want this broadcast across the entire school.”
“Yeah, I get that… I was wondering though,” Theo began, picking his words with care, not wanting to offend anyone. “This mysterious boyfriend of yours, it’s your Alpha right?”
Harry smiled a little at this. “Yes, he is,” he said, nodding in confirmation. “You’d know him if I told you his name, he’s rather… well known.” It was still strange and a little uncomfortable for him that Fenrir was so infamous, but he was getting use to the idea that it was a name known by most wizards and witches.
“I think that’s an understatement,” Draco said in amusement.
“I don’t doubt that,” Theo said in amusement. “My second cousin, twice removed, he’s a werewolf.” He had studied werewolves a little out of curiosity when he had first been told that and some of the Alpha werewolves were a truly frightening sight, his cousin included.
“I never knew that,” Draco said, a little startled at this revelation, but Theo just shrugged.
“It isn’t exactly a family secret that we’re proud of,” Theo said with another shrug. “It never really bothered me; my parents never let me see him though. If only they knew who my friends are now,” he added in amusement.
“We should tell him who our Alpha is,” Romy said, trying to be rational about things. “He’ll be coming with us to Hogsmeade and it’ll lessen the shock and the freak out if he sees him.”
“That bad huh?” Theo asked in amusement, his curiosity definitely piqued now.
Draco nodded. “You have no idea,” he said with a wry smile.
“Our Alpha is Fenrir Greyback,” Romy said gently after agreeing nods from Harry and Clayton. They knew that Romy was right that it would be better to break it to him now that in the middle of Hogsmeade if he saw and recognised him.
“Wow,” Theo said with a low whistle, “you weren’t kidding.” He had expected it to be a name he recognised, but not quite one as intimidating as that.
“You seem very… calm,” Harry said, watching Theo with interest. When he had realised Draco and Theo were awake the other night Harry had been a little concerned with what Theo’s reactions might be, considering they hadn’t exactly been careful with what they had been saying. He did seem to be taking it remarkably well though.
“It really doesn’t bother me,” Theo said with a shrug, “my cousin is some big head honcho Alpha guy too.” He had heard stories in passing about his cousin, and it was all on a par with the things he had read about. It wasn’t something he ever wanted anything to do with but he could accept that that was part of their werewolf culture.
“So you really don’t mind?” Romy asked uncertainly. She was a little stunned at how well talking to Theo had gone. She had half expected for the meeting to end with Clayton pinning the Slytherin boy to the wall and threatening him.
“Not at all, as long as no one is planning on biting me,” Theo said with a smile. “As I said, it actually explains a hell of a lot,” he added. “Whatever crazy shit you got planned, count me in.”
“Count you in?” Clayton asked dubiously. He was glad that Theo wasn’t bothered by what they were, and was showing no signs of wanting to spill their secret, but he wasn’t sure what it was that Theo wanted in on.
“Everyone knows that Harry is the last hope against the Dark Lord; all I’m saying is that you can count on me to help,” Theo said with a grin. “You can’t bring down the evil bastard alone, you’re going to need help, you’re going to need friends.”
“I appreciate that,” Harry said with a genuine smile; he was more than grateful for the help and the support that Theo offered him. However, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the vow he had made with Dumbledore. There were some elements that he was going to have to do alone and that made him a little sad.
“It’s time,” Draco said, looking out of the classroom window and seeing some of the other students starting to make their way out of the castle.
Harry turned to Romy and Clayton smiling. “It’s time,” he said with excitement. With anxiety, nerves and anticipation, Harry headed for the classroom door, undoing the privacy and locking enchantments with a swift and effortless wave of his wand. Clay, Romy, Draco and Theo all following after him as they headed down to Hogsmeade together.
FGHP
The pups were, of course, early. Draco and Theo had bid them farewell and promised to meet up with them later; both the boys were keen to see Fenrir Greyback, the infamous boyfriend of Harry Prince. Astoria too was rather keen on the idea; however, Daphne wasn’t as thrilled with the thought of meeting such a dangerous man.
When it was just the three of them alone, waiting outside of the Hog’s Head, it was clear to Romy that both of her pack brothers were rather anxious, both of them fidgeting and pacing. This would be the first time that Clayton would see the Alpha after the fight he and Harry had had. He would be punished today, there was no avoiding it.
Harry was just keen to be back in his mate’s arms, hoping that it would ease some of the guilt he was feeling. He had missed Fenrir desperately and he was eager to feel his mate, to be held and kissed by him. So lost in these thoughts, he was rather startled when two loud cracks ripped through the air and suddenly Jenson, Callie and Fenrir were stood before them.
It happened in the blink of an eye. Harry flung himself towards his mate, into his large arms. The Alpha male, momentarily startled by this, soon regained his composure, embracing his young mate, lifting him off his feet and kissing him. The moment their lips met, Harry parted them, allowing his mate to deepen the kiss.
“I love you,” Harry pulled back enough to whisper, his voice so quiet that only Fenrir could hear him, Harry’s breath ghosting over his lips. “I missed you so much, Fen, I love you.”
The Alpha’s grip tightened around his little mate, unsure what had got into the usually cocky and overconfident teenager, and unsure if he liked it. Not that he was complaining about the close contact, he rather liked the feeling of Harry wrapped around him like this, but it wasn’t at all like Harry to be clingy like this, not unless something was bothering him.
Fenrir wanted some time to be alone with Harry; he had even had Lukas, the only pack member who wasn’t unsettled out about doing it, come to the Hogsmeade the day before and pay for a private room for the two of them for the day. However, before this could happen he had to deal with his responsibilities as Alpha first and that meant dealing with Clayton and the way he had behaved.
Harry looked rather put out as his mate lowered him to the ground, delivering a final chaste kiss to his lips. “Fen…” Harry started to say, feeling a little hurt that he was being put down, not entirely ready to lose contact with his mate yet.
“One moment, little one,” Fenrir said, a large hand caressing his mate’s cheek briefly before the Alpha drew himself up to his full height, towering over the rest of his pack members, his stern gaze finding Clayton.
Romy was in the arms of her parents, even Clay was being hugged by Callie, relieved to see him and in one piece. Clayton, however, was now looking a little scared; he knew that this had to happen, he had to be punished for what he had done but that didn’t mean he had to like it, only accept it like a man.
“Fenrir, don’t,” Harry pleaded, putting a hand upon his mate’s arm. “Please, don’t do this, I started the fight, it was my fault. Punish me, not him!”
“Jenson,” Fenrir said firmly, looking to his Beta, who nodded his understanding. He stepped forward and took Harry in his arms, moving the little submissive teenager out of the way, much to the protests of Harry, who wasn’t happy about it in the slightest. Jenson was careful to keep his grip lose, not wanting to scare the teenager by restraining him too fully.
He would never be keen on having the pups punished but Clayton’s childishness and immaturity, especially when it came to protecting Harry, had to stop and if this was the only way to get through to him then he was all for it. He honestly didn’t think that Fenrir was heartless enough to do the boy any damage, he trusted his Alpha.
“You knowingly hurt the mate to your Alpha,” Fenrir growled, his voice firm and unforgiving as he towered over Clay, staring down at the teenager sternly.
“Yes, my Alpha,” Clayton said softly, his head bowed, keeping his eyes lowered, a sign of submission and trust in his Alpha.
“You failed in your duty as protector to my mate, putting him in harm’s way yourself,” Fenrir continued, trying desperately to ignore his mate’s desperate pleading for this to stop, glad that Jenson kept Harry back and out of the situation.
“Yes, my Alpha,” Clayton said remaining in the submissive stance, ensuring that he showed himself willing to submit to his Alpha without question or hesitation. His heart was hammering in his chest, knowing that he deserved this, whatever his punishment was he would at least still have his pack, his family.
“You will accept your punishment and remain as part of the pack as our Omega wolf until such a time as you can prove yourself worthy of the position you hold as protector of my mate?”
Clay held back the wince that he wanted to give at the declaration of his new position in the pack. He knew he had no choice; he had to accept Fenrir’s decision for his punishment or else leave, and the latter was no option at all, in his opinion. “I accept my punishment,” Clay said, thankful that his voice remained calm and steady, despite how knotted his insides felt.
“You will submit to me and also to my mate,” Fenrir demanded of him and Clayton nodded, accepting this. Truthfully he felt his punishment could be a lot worse, and he was grateful that he lived with a good honest pack who loved each other. He would still be fed, although after everyone else; he would still be allowed to sleep by the fire, using hides and blankets, though he would only be allowed what was left by the others; and he was unlikely to find himself used as a punching bag or a sex toy, unlike many omegas were.
Clay stepped forward, though he did so hesitantly, tilting his head back, exposing his neck to the Alpha wolf who moved forward bearing his teeth and pressing them momentarily to the flesh of the pup’s neck.
“I will prove myself worthy again, my Alpha,” Clayton said, staying in his submissive stance, even after the Alpha pulled away from him, not sure if he was allowed to move from it yet. It was almost as hard to listen to Harry and Romy’s protests, as it was to hear his own punishment.
“Good,” Fenrir stated. He had no desire to physically hurt Clayton or remove him from their pack, and so he was glad that the teenager had the sense to accept things as they were. Clayton had great potential as a future full dominant member of their pack, he wouldn’t have taken him in the first place if he hadn’t believed that, but Clay would still have to earn his place. He would not have anyone believing that he would tolerate anyone harming Harry.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said quietly, as he threw his arms around Clayton. Jenson having released the younger teenager once it seemed that the Alpha was done with his part; now, however, he needed Harry to finish it.
Clay hugged Harry back, sure that his friend would be able to feel his heart beating in his chest, it was doing so, so vigorously. He had honestly feared how badly Fenrir might actually hurt him; it certainly seemed to have been in his favour there being some time before the Alpha saw him again, as he was certain that Fenrir would not have managed such a calm and rational punishment if Fenrir had had to punish him right away.
“Clayton,” Fenrir said as he watched the two hug. Clay instantly released his friend, tilting his head back slightly once more, exposing his neck. Harry looked fearfully to Fenrir who nodded encouragingly. “Like what I did, little one,” he said and with his hands shaking from nerves, Harry did what he had seen the Alpha do moments before, leaning forward and pressing his teeth to the flesh of Clayton’s throat.
The second that Harry pulled away, he flung his arms around his friend again, an embrace that Clayton returned. It was over, he had accepted his punishment and showed his submission.
Romy rushed forward a moment later and joined in the hug under the stern gaze of the Alpha who understood he needed to give the three pups a moment. Romy was still unsure how exactly she felt about Clayton, but she was definitely glad that he hadn’t been hurt. She had no doubt that he would be able to prove himself worthy of his place in the pack, and understood that the demotion to omega was more symbolic than anything else really; Clay wouldn’t actually suffer too much in the position.
“Clayton, Romy,” Fenrir said sternly, “go with Callie and Jenson,” he ordered. He was done dealing with his disobedient pack member and now wanted time with his mate and wasn’t willing to waste a second of it if he could help it.
Harry tore himself away from his pack siblings; he didn’t want to let go of them really but knew that he could spend all the time he wanted with them later, while his time with Fenrir was so very limited. He had known that Fenrir needed to punish Clayton for what had happened, no matter how much he wish that he didn’t have to. He was really starting to understand what the Alpha needed to do as the leader of the pack.
It didn’t matter that he had started the fight or that Clayton had provoked him into it, he was the mate to the Alpha, in less than five months he and Clayton were going to be considered fully fledged adults within the pack. Gone were the days of childhood innocence where he and Clayton could play fight without incident, things were different now; and, just like the Alpha, Harry had things that he had to do, that he might not have wanted to do but he just didn’t have a choice in.
“I hope you have somewhere private for us to go,” Harry whispered with a devious little smirk, as he went over to Fenrir and cuddled into his side, looking up at his dominant mate. He was in need of some quality time together, doing things together that were definitely not appropriate on the street, not even in the dodgy area around the Hog’s Head.
They had not been together since before Blaise’s attack and right now it was all Harry could think about. So much had happened and he needed to feel his mate, he needed that connection more than anything else.
“I do,” Fenrir confirmed, as Jenson and Callie persuaded Clayton that he could stop hugging Romy now. The boy had made the most of it and held on to the young girl a little too long for her father's liking, though it wasn’t as if Romy seemed to mind at all, she just seemed happy that Clayton was alright. He hadn’t been the only one worrying over what the Alpha might do to punish him.
“We’ll see you in a while?” Jenson asked, not quite sure if the Alpha pair were planning on spending the whole of the day locked away alone.
“Yes, I’m actually supposed to be meeting a friend at eleven in the Three Broomsticks, so maybe we could meet you then,” Harry suggested. He was nervous about what meeting Cedric would lead to, but for now he just wanted to spend the best part of the next hour alone with his mate. “We might be late,” Harry added with a laugh as Fenrir swept him up into his arms and headed into the Hog’s Head pub.
He could hear Romy and Clayton laughing too, but soon the door swung shut behind them and he turned to take in the pub they entered. It was dark and dingy, and looked in desperate need of a good clean; however, he wasn’t given long to look around as Fenrir carried him over to the bar, where a man was running a filthy rag over a filthy glass.
Harry couldn’t help but smile to himself a little; the place was awful, it was not exactly the romantic hideaway that he had pictured spending a few hours in with his mate ravishing him. However, it would at least give them some privacy, something that was hard to come by in the territory, and something that he definitely looking forward to.
“Room for Faris,” Fenrir said, and Harry realised that Lukas must have been sent ahead to book a room for them. Harry buried his head in the crook of Fenrir’s neck, trying to conceal himself from the bartender’s keen gaze, which seemed a little familiar to him; though it wasn’t something he cared to think on too carefully, not when he was in his mate’s arms.
Harry just didn’t look directly at him, keeping his face half way concealed, despite knowing it would do very little good. Fenrir was instantly recognisable by himself anyway, if his face wasn’t then his name certainly was, and the two of them together could cause quite a stir; he just had to hope that this place’s reputation for discretion was well earned.
The barkeeper looked at them for a few seconds, and for a moment Harry thought he was going to comment or deny them the room completely, but then he turned and grabbed a key from the side behind him, throwing it in Fenrir’s direction. “Up the stairs, second door on your right,” he said bluntly, as the Alpha snatched the key from the air. “And keep the noise down.”
Fenrir said nothing but grunted in understanding, turning and carrying Harry up the stairs, the submissive unable to help himself as he giggled a little. “Please tell me you brought lube,” Harry said as Fenrir took the stairs two at a time.
“I came prepared,” Fenrir said, nuzzling into his mate as they reached the top of the stairs. It was no cleaner upstairs than down, but neither of the werewolves really cared, interested only in each other.
Harry snorted in amusement at his mate’s wording. “Well we can try it that way around if you really want,” he said cheekily; he was rather curious about what it would be like but it wasn’t really something he wanted to try today and something, he realised, Fenrir would probably never be willing to let him try. He would consider that another time when he wasn’t so desperate to be connected with his mate once more.
“Not what I meant, little one,” Fenrir said sternly. He had never allowed anyone inside him, and had no intention of allowing it any time in the future either.
“It might be fun,” Harry said, kissing and nibbling at the exposed chest, the smell of leather and his mate combining to make him rather aroused.
“No,” Fenrir said firmly, a serious expression on his face. He suspected that Harry was simply teasing, but wanted to make it very clear that it was not something that was open to discussion.
“Okay, you win, grumpy boots,” Harry said, laughing a little. He wasn’t particularly surprised that his mate was so against the idea, and didn’t want to get into it any further when their time together was so limited. “But only because I love feeling you inside me too much,” he said with a devious smirk.
“Keep talking like that and I will be,” Fenrir said gruffly, his erection already becoming rather uncomfortable in his trousers. It felt as though it had been far too long since he had last been inside his little mate; nearly three weeks had never stretched out so long in his mind. He had also no way of knowing when his little mate would be ready for them to have that part of their relationship back after everything that had happened.
“I’m counting on it,” Harry said, meeting Fenrir’s eyes, hoping to make him realise that he was serious. He hadn’t thought that he would be ready for anything like this between them for some time yet but, right now, it was exactly what he wanted.
“Little one…” Fenrir said with a sigh; he wanted this more than Harry could ever realise, but he wouldn’t hurt his mate, not again. It had happened all too frequently and it wasn’t fair on the teenager, he wouldn’t allow it to happen again for any reason and certainly not because he was horny.
“I’m ready, Fen,” Harry assured him, touched that his mate was genuinely wanting to wait as long as it took for him to be ready to be intimate like that again. “I need this, please… I’m begging with you, I need you,” he said, placing kisses to Fenrir’s neck and jaw as he spoke.
“Alright, we will try,” Fenrir agreed as they reached the door to their allocated room. It struck Harry that this would be the first time having sex in a bed, which had never really occurred to him before now.
“You mean that?” Harry asked, wanting to be sure that his mate wouldn’t decide to back out; it would be even more difficult if Fenrir decided to stop part way through because he was worried about Harry coping.
“Yes but today we try something new,” Fenrir said as he expertly managed to unlock the door while still keeping a firm hold on his little mate, letting them into the small room and locking them inside. The room itself was tiny and there was barely enough room for the double bed let alone for a man as large as Fenrir to navigate around it. Fortunately they didn’t need to navigate around it.
“New?” Harry asked curiously, as Fenrir climbed onto the bed with Harry still in his arms. Harry was not sure that he was really ready for experimenting just yet, as much as he was up for trying new things with Fenrir usually.
“You will be on top,” Fenrir explained, turning them around and lying down. Harry was still in his arms and so ended up half lying, half sitting, on top of him.
Harry quite liked the position he found himself in, Fenrir’s noticeable bulge pressing against his arse, but he was confused about what his mate meant. “But I thought you said…” he commented.
“I will be inside of you, little one,” Fenrir told him firmly, thrusting his hips up gently, making sure Harry was completely clear on how exactly this was going to work.
“Oh… oh, I get it, yeah, I like that,” Harry said, finding that a weight had been lifted off his shoulders almost as he realised that he would not be pinned down or restrained by his mate at all, he would have the freedom to move and he would still have the connection he craved to have with his mate. “Look at us being all rebellious,” Harry added with a chuckle, wiggling his hips a little, “me on top and both of us in a real bed. Micha will be all jealous,” Harry teased.
“Little one,” Fenrir growled, liking neither the idea of Harry sharing such details with another, nor that his mate was thinking of anyone but him when they were in bed together.
“Don’t worry, Wolfie, your secret is safe with me,” Harry promised, leaning forward to steal a kiss. “No one will know you ever lay on a human bed,” he added with an exaggerated gasp and a wink. “Though I do think we need less clothes right now. No ripping them though, otherwise we’ll be walking around Hogsmeade naked later and I don’t think the rest of Hogwarts is ready for that.”
Harry reached down, grabbing the hem of his jumper and pulling it up and over his head instantly; Fenrir’s hands began roaming across the expanse of newly revealed skin, mapping it out with his finger tips. His little mate was so beautiful; it amazed him still, every time he got to see Harry, particularly when the submissive was removing clothing and exposing more and more of himself to his eyes, that this beautiful creature was all his.
His hands went quickly to Harry’s trousers, opening the fastening with ease; once again, as had been the case on the full moon, Harry had gone without underwear and Fenrir was delighted at the sight of his mate’s already half hard cock jutting out.
“I told you I knew what I wanted,” Harry said, a teasing smile on his lips. He had been certain that he wanted to have sex with Fenrir and so had thought that underwear would have only been a hindrance and taken extra time to remove.
Fenrir rolled them over, being careful not to restrict his mate too much as he kissed him, more turned on than he would like to admit by the fact that Harry had had the forethought to plan to wear less clothes, making it easier for them. Taking the opportunity, Harry wiggled his hips, pushing his trousers off and on to the floor leaving him completely naked before going to the fastening of Fenrir’s jeans.
As he made quick work of opening them and freeing the large, and definitely hard, cock, Fenrir knelt up, straddling Harry’s hips. He shrugged off his jacket, dropping it to the floor with Harry’s jeans. In the moment Fenrir had turned to discard his jacket, Harry had slid down the bed slightly, so that he was sat just in front of Fenrir, his legs between the Alpha’s, and Fenrir had just enough time to see the smirk on his face before he took the Alpha’s erection between his lips.
“Little one,” Fenrir half groaned, half growled, not sure if he wanted his mate to stop or give him more. It felt so good to have his mate’s attentions in this way again, but he wanted to be inside him, and given how much he enjoyed preparing the submissive, he wasn’t sure he would last that long if they weren’t careful.
“Sorry, Wolfie, I couldn’t resist,” Harry said as he pulled back, leaning back on his arms to look up at his mate, who was still knelt before him. “It just looked so tasty,” he added, licking his lips.
Taking Harry by the waist, Fenrir dragged his mate to the very edge of the bed as he climbed off of it; he knelt on the floor in the narrow space between the side of the bed and the wall. He moved Harry’s legs so that they were over his shoulders, dangling down his back, the submissive’s bum right on the edge of the mattress.
Harry didn’t have time to ask what his mate was doing before he felt a warm tongue glide over his entrance making Harry gasp out with shock, his hands fisting in the duvet beneath him. He had never expected his mate to do such a thing, thinking Fenrir was too much of an Alpha and would see this as a less dominant thing to do, but now that it was happening, Harry felt completely at the mercy of his mate’s tongue.
“Merlin, Fen!” Harry cried out, completely forgetting that the bartender downstairs had told them to keep it down. He reached for his now hard cock, but Fenrir batted his hand away and Harry gave slightly annoyed cry of frustration as he felt the need to get some kind of friction.
“No touching,” Fenrir growled, his breath against Harry’s balls causing a delightful shiver to run through the submissive.
“Merlin, I have to…” Harry told him, his fingers grasping at the bed covers to try and resist the desire to touch himself, to try and obey his dominant's instruction.
“No,” Fenrir said as he turned his attention back to his mate’s entrance, his tongue circling the tight ring of muscle, occasionally dipping inside making the teenager squirm delightfully. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the lube he had brought with him, squirting some out onto his fingers and rubbing them together to warm and spread out the lube. “Ready, little one?” he asked, not wanting to scare his little mate, who was clearly caught up in the moment, lying on the bed, eyes closed, skin flushed and breathing hard.
“Yes, Fen, please,” Harry said, his voice raspy with need and arousal. He still froze for a moment when he felt a slick finger press at his entrance, but he propped himself up on his elbows and peered down his body to where Fen was between his legs; the sight of his mate there was enough to calm his nerves somewhat, and he groaned happily, throwing his head backward, as he felt the digit slide inside.
His heart was racing uncontrollably in his chest and there was a horribly familiar tightening of fear but he took a deep breath, allowing his mate’s scent to encompass him, reminding him that this was Fenrir, his wonderfully protective mate whom he loved and cared for deeply; he needed this, they both did.
“More,” Harry gasped, pushing himself down on the single digit; it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t moving fast enough and even without being allowed to touch himself Harry felt as if he was going to explode any second. Obligingly, Fenrir inserted a second finger, loving the groan that it initiated from his little mate; it really had been too long.
The Alpha swiftly added a third as his mate become increasingly more demanding, and loud, the profanities flowing thick and fast as he bore down upon the fingers inside of him, Harry’s heels digging into the back of his shoulders as he used them as leverage.
“Please, Fen,” Harry begged, getting impatient; he knew his mate wanted to be thorough and careful, but he was almost painfully aroused, and every time Fenrir’s fingers brushed over his prostate he thought he was going to lose it and come already.
His own patience wearing thin as his untouched cock leaked pre-come, Fenrir slid his fingers free of Harry’s body and quickly rid himself of his jeans. “You’re certain, little one?” he asked one last time wanting to be sure that Harry hadn’t changed his mind.
“Fuck yes, Fen; I need you,” Harry said, looking up at him with lust filled eyes as Fenrir got to his feet.
The Alpha reached forward and lifted Harry into his arms, before climbing onto the bed. In almost a repetition of what he had done earlier he lay down, sitting Harry on top of his belly. Only now, of course, they were both naked and obviously aroused; Fenrir lightly gripped Harry’s cock and stroked him a couple of times, earning a wanton moan, before moving his hands to Harry’s hips.
Harry bit at his lip as he reached back behind himself and took Fenrir’s cock, the tip of which he could feel brushing against his arse. He lifted himself up on his knees and shuffled backwards, letting the Alpha’s large hands on his hips help to support and guide him.
As much as he had been unsure about trying new things, he had enjoyed the bed and Fenrir’s tongue very much, and now he was loving how in control he felt; he manoeuvred himself so that the head of his mate’s erection was pressed against his hole, relishing that it was he who would decide when he was ready to let Fenrir press inside.
“Little one…” Fenrir said through gritted teeth, fighting to keep his own hips still and resist thrusting up. His warning was enough, however, because a moment later Harry began to lower himself and the tip pushed passed the right ring of muscle.
His little mate took his time, working him inside slowly, occasionally pulling back a tiny bit only to bear down harder and work more of the impressive hard length into his body. Each time he sunk further into the submissive’s body, Harry made delicious little noises of pleasure and only once did he wince slightly when he pushed himself down too hard too fast.
It felt like an age before Harry managed to take him completely inside, the submissive’s round butt cheeks resting against his groin. Part of Fenrir wanted to stay that way, fully seated inside his mate with the submissive’s beautiful body sitting over him for his eyes and hands to explore.
His hands, that had explored Harry’s body as the submissive had taken him inside, came to rest upon the submissive’s hips, needing to take control as much as he was able to in this position, his Alpha instincts dictating that much to him. Harry’s hands were grasping quite firmly to his Alpha’s thighs just behind him as he struggled to control himself. He was a little giddy on the sensation of power that this gave him.
The sensation of Harry wrapped around him so snugly was quickly becoming too much for the Alpha, and gently he eased Harry up just an inch or two, before letting the submissive sink himself full back down once more.
“Merlin, Fen,” Harry gasped out, as the huge cock inside him brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending bursts of pleasure through him, making his own hard and weeping cock twitch. Desperate to feel it again, Harry lifted himself up, a little further this time, and practically dropped himself back onto his mate’s groin, howling as sparks of pleasure flooded his body, the Alpha under him groaning happily.
Harry leaned forward, his hands on Fenrir’s shoulders, so that he could look his mate directly in the eyes as he lifted and lowered himself at a tortuously slow pace, a smirk on his face at the hungry look on the Alpha’s face.
Though it was his own eyes that became wide and full of lust, as Fenrir used the grip he had on Harry’s hips to thrust his own hips up and drive himself deep inside the submissive. “FUCK!” Harry all but screamed. “Do that again,” Harry all but ordered, chanting his approval as the Alpha did so, several times.
With each thrust Fenrir hit that sensitive spot deep inside of the little submissive, making him cry out in pleasure, he met each thrust as the Alpha pushed inside of him, his head spinning as he felt his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. From the speed in which Fenrir was moving Harry knew that his mate was close too.
Harry came first, spilling his load all over Fenrir’s chest, his muscles contracting as waves of pleasure washed over him, tightening around the large Alpha male. That sent Fenrir over the edge as well, grunting out his climax as he shot his load inside of his mate with one final thrust of his hips.
“Merlin,” Harry gasped out as he flopped forward, breathless, onto his mate's chest, which rose and fell rapidly, the Alpha too struggling to catch his breath. “That was amazing.”
“It always is,” Fenrir stated as he felt the knot begin to form and his arms wound around his mate, holding him where he lay as their breathing returned to normal.
“That is an excellent point, but top marks for this time, Wolfie, for making this easier on me,” Harry said; he truly appreciated that Fenrir had allowed him at least the illusion of control. He hadn’t felt restricted or pinned down, it was exactly what he had needed and if he hadn’t had this then he wasn’t sure that he would have been able to go through with it.
“You’re mine,” Fenrir said bluntly, taking a deep breath and inhaling the mixture of their scents that mingled with the smell of sweat and sex that filled the air around them. He wanted to remember this and how perfect a moment it was.
“I think we established that,” Harry said with a chuckle, taking the possessive words as the affectionate ones that the Alpha intended them to be.
“I meant the bond,” Fenrir told him, running his fingers over the mark that sat on the nape of Harry’s neck. They had repaired their bond and there could not have been a more perfect moment; his own mark was almost humming contentedly in the back of his mind.
Bonds were hard to repair and a lot of them failed soon after being damaged; Fenrir had not wanted to even consider it as an option and so had not mentioned it to his young mate, knowing the pressure would not help fix things. Tessie had not mentioned it either, because Harry had not asked and she trusted the Alpha to tell Harry what he needed to know. However, they had beaten the odds and Fenrir took it as proof of how strong they were.
“Oh yeah,” Harry said pushing himself up against Fenrir’s chest so that he could grin happily at his mate, suddenly more aware of what the sensation of rightness that he could feel was.
“You forgot?” Fenrir asked with a frown, wondering if the bond had truly meant so little to his beautiful submissive. He didn’t want to admit it, but that hurt somewhat.
“I didn’t, it just hasn’t been bothering me and I just wanted you,” Harry tried to explain. He had sort of got used to the strangeness that he could feel through the mark, but he had just been so focused on needing to feel connected to and loved by his mate, that the bond was a secondary concern. “Fixing the bond is just a bonus, a really great bonus,” he told him, pressing a kiss to Fenrir’s lips, his fingers going behind the Alpha’s head to brush over the mating mark there.
FGHP
It was closer to mid day than eleven when Harry and Fenrir emerged from the Hog’s Head, Clay spotting them first and pointing them out to the others. The Alpha pair were holding hands, which seemed a little odd for the large Alpha but it was quite clear that it had been Harry to initiate it.
“Have fun?” Clayton teased, once they were closer and Harry gave him a playful smack on the arm, though he couldn’t stop grinning.
“I’m not sure you should be out in the open like this, my Alpha,” Jenson said warily, glancing around at the busy wizarding village.
“I’m not hiding away in a dingy hotel room all day, I’d feel as if I was a dirty little secret,” Harry said with a pout, snuggling a little closer to his mate and glaring at Jenson.
“You are not,” Fenrir said, grabbing Harry’s chin with his free hand and forcing the younger werewolf to look at him, not liking that Harry felt that way. “I am proud to be your mate,” he added firmly.
“Indeed,” Jenson said. “Though, in this case I think it is actually Fenrir who should be the dirty little secret,” the Beta added disparagingly.
“Hush you,” Callie said affectionately to her mate. “You’re getting as bad as my brother, let them have their day together,” she said, smiling at Harry, who grinned back at her happily.
“Besides,” Romy added with a devious smile, “Harry has some friends that he wants to introduce to his boyfriend.”
“I do not...” Fenrir began to say.
“Like being called my boyfriend?” Harry finished for him. “We know,” he said laughing a little. “It’s not my first choice of things to call you either, Wolfie, but I can hardly call you my mate when I am pretending not to be a werewolf.”
“And how are you going to pretend not to be one while parading around in public holding hands with a man who is widely recognised and known to be a werewolf?” Jenson asked sceptically.
“Harry,” a voice called out to them, distracting them from the light hearted conversation they were having. Harry’s heart skipped a beat as he recognised who it was that had called his name. He turned to see Cedric walking towards him looking a little upset.
“Oh; hey, Cedric,” Harry said cuddling closer to Fenrir, who was glaring at the boy who dared come and talk to his mate. Romy and Clayton, aware that something was going to happen and it wasn’t going to be pleasant either, both took a step back, taking Jenson and Callie with them; the older two giving the pups rather odd looks.
“Where were you? I waited…” he said, his voice trailing off as his eyes suddenly went to the man that Harry was cuddling into and holding hands with. “Who is this?” he asked, a rather hurt look on his face.
“I tried to tell you, Cedric, but you wouldn’t listen to me,” Harry said gently. “I’m sorry… this is my… boyfriend.” Fenrir growled lightly under his breath at the use of it which made Harry nudge him with his elbow. This had the secondary effect of Cedric taking a step back, looking rather alarmed that this frankly enormous man was actually growling at him.
“Then why did you agree to meet me?” Cedric asked sadly, shaking his head and not understanding why Harry would do this. He could have just said no and then he wouldn’t be here, facing a clearly menacing man.
“I tried to say no, I told you I was spoken for, you said you wouldn’t give up. I thought that this was the only way to show you,” Harry said. “I am sorry, Cedric.”
“Harry is mine,” Fenrir said, his jealousy getting the better of him as he swept Harry up into his arms, kissing him on the lips, before turning and growling at Cedric; he didn’t want to attack the boy here in front of all these people, but he would keep him away from his Harry. “Stay away from Harry,” he added, growling in warning.
“Hi there, Cedric,” another voice said, Harry turned from his position in Fenrir’s arms to see two very welcome faces strolling towards them rather quickly. “I think that I saw Professor Sprout looking for you, seemed important,” Draco said.
“Oh, um, great. Bye, Harry,” Cedric said, grateful for the chance to run away; the man who currently had hold of Harry was terrifying and it only made him all the more certain that Harry was being abused in some way. That man had to be at least fifteen if not twenty years older than him, and the way the man was manhandling him seemed so wrong to him.
“Who are you!?” Fenrir demanded rounding on Draco and Theo, glaring at them menacingly as if they had desires on his mate also.
“These are my friends,” Harry said, wiggling to be put down, until the Alpha relented and placed him back on his own two feet; though he still kept a firm grip on his submissive.
“Very nice to meet you, Fenrir,” Draco said smiling at the large Alpha wolf completely unafraid, offering out his hand to shake. “Draco Malfoy,” he said, introducing himself.
Recognition flashed in Jenson’s eyes at the name but everyone else was too concerned with what was going on in front of them to notice. Jenson had never seen the boy before but he knew his father; Lucius was a dangerous man and he wasn’t sure that his son was going to be any better.
“Theodore Nott,” Theo said, also stepping forward when Fenrir failed to take Draco’s hand, letting it fall back to his side. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Harry’s been telling us loads about you.”
“Play nice, Fen,” Harry said but as the words left his mouth he found himself being scooped up into the Alpha’s arms again and being taken to one side away from the group. Only once they were out of earshot of everyone, in a narrow, rather filthy passageway between buildings did Fenrir put him back on his feet.
“Do you want that boy, the one who came up to you?” Fenrir demanded to know.
“No,” Harry said outraged. “Of course I don’t want him, don’t be ridiculous!”
“If you want him, Harry, then you have him but it would be over with us,” Fenrir told him. He had never wanted to force Harry to be with him, he wanted Harry to chose for them to be together; however much he hated it, he knew that Harry had other options, but he was not prepared to share his mate with someone else.
“I don’t want him, Fen,” Harry insisted, reaching up and putting his hands either side of his mate’s face to make sure he was looking at him and could see how serious he was. “I want you, you have nothing to worry about, I thought I’d made it clear how I felt about us,” Harry said firmly, looking Fenrir in eyes. “I agreed to meet him so he could see proof that I am with someone, so that he would leave me be.”
“And you’re not just saying that because you’d lose your home, your pack?” the Alpha questioned. He hated that he sounded so weak, but he had to know the truth. He had done everything for Harry and didn’t want there to be any doubt in his own mind why his mate was there with him.
“No I’m saying that because I love you; don’t be such a jerk,” Harry said, shoving Fenrir in the shoulder, which was ineffective, but helped make his point none the less. “Do you want me to chose him over you? Is that what you want? Because if you keep acting like a possessive jerk all the time then we’re not going to last,” he added, sure that they had been over this.
“No,” Fenrir said bluntly. He would never want to be without Harry, and he knew full well that the little submissive knew this.
“Then accept my answer, Fen,” Harry said simply. “I choose you, I will always choose you,” he promised. He couldn’t imagine actually being with anyone else, and fully intended for them to spend the rest of their lives together, no matter how long or short that was.
Fenrir watched him, mulling it over in his mind, before he eventually nodded to show that he accepted Harry’s words.
“Okay, good. Now can we go back and talk to my friends?” Harry asked. “And you could try being at least a little bit nicer to them; they help keep me safe and aren’t trying to steal me from you,” he pointed out.
Fenrir narrowed his eyes, but he had to admit that he approved of anyone who helped keep his little mate safe. “They are not afraid of me,” he pointed out somewhat disapprovingly.
“Nope because they think you’re my snugglebunny,” Harry said with a cheeky grin.
“I do not approve,” Fenrir told him with a scowl on his face at the nickname Harry had come up with; this was definitely his least favourite so far and, judging by the expression on his mate’s face, Harry knew it.
“I won’t tell you what else I call you in front of them then,” Harry went on, looking very pleased with himself. “You really wouldn’t approve then,” he said, wrapping his arms around his mate and cuddling into him.
“Little one,” Fenrir said sternly. Harry was obviously in something of a playful mood and he wasn’t sure if his mate was actually serious or not about what other names he had for him.
“Lighten up, Wolfie,” Harry said with a laugh, pressing a kiss to his dominant's chest, close to one of his nipples. “They just know that you wouldn’t hurt anyone I care about because it would upset me,” he said, looking up at the Alpha with wide green eyes, “and they are my friends, which means they are safe.”
“If they call me… snugglebunny,” Fenrir said with a sneer on his face, “then don’t count on it.” He could tolerate the use of such names from Harry… just, but he would not from anyone else, even in jest.
“They might not be scared of you but they aren’t insane,” Harry said with a giggle, linking his hand with Fenrir’s as they headed back to the waiting group. “Sorry about that,” Harry said, addressing Draco and Theo, who seemed highly amused, “apparently an hour alone in a hotel room with me was not enough.”
“Little one,” Fenrir growled warningly.
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry said cheekily. “Draco and Theo are my dorm mates; they are used to me by now. I know you don’t trust easily, Fen, but they’ve been kind enough to not tell the teachers that me, Romy and Clayton have all been sharing a bed; they also know what we are and don’t care a bit.”
“Fine,” the Alpha grunted unhappily. “It is… nice to meet you,” he managed to say, glancing at Harry, who nodded his approval. Fenrir then turned to Draco. “I never liked your father much, boy. You had better be a better man than him!”
Draco looked rather stunned to be addressed such, and Harry sighed and shook his head at his mate’s short lived attempt at good manners. Fenrir narrowed his eyes at Draco for a moment before he turned to Clayton, his eyes flickering between the two boys for a moment before turning his attention back to Harry; however, before he could say what he had wanted to, something else caught his eye.
“Oh no,” Romy said, instinctively gravitated toward her Dad. Jennifer, Adam and Jake were standing outside of the Three Broomsticks, Adam shaking hands with a man who had a cloak wrapped tightly around himself, hood thrown up to cover his features.
“Ignore them,” Callie said quietly to her daughter, standing to her other side so that she and Jenson were surrounding her.
“Who are they?” Draco asked, concerned about the way that Romy had reacted to the sight of them. He might not have been clear on exactly how he cared for the young female werewolf but they were still friends.
“Romy’s muggle parents,” Harry said quietly, not wanting for anyone to get upset. “They’ve been trying to reconnect with her since she came here,” he explained to Theo and Draco, not sure how much they had picked up on from the conversations they had had around them.
“When you said her parents I thought you meant…” Draco said looking to Jenson and Callie. “I never thought…”
“They’re fucking parasites,” Clayton growled angrily, interrupting what Draco had been about to say. He hated the Chester family with a passion; he wasn’t exactly certain on some of what had happened before Romy had been kidnapped from them, but her reactions to them told him enough.
“That is an insult to parasites everywhere,” Harry said, glaring at the three muggles. He didn’t know why they were even still there, making Romy’s life more complicated; he wished they would get the message, that she wasn’t interested in them, and go home. Fenrir had tightened his hold on his little mate as if the young man would go charging off towards the muggles and do something drastic.
“You’re muggleborn?” Draco asked, sounding genuinely surprised. He had never really spent any time around any muggleborns and he certainly hadn’t expected Romy to be one; she was intelligent, beautiful and powerful, everything he had been told muggleborns could never be. He realised that yet again he was questioning some of the things he had always believed to be true.
“Yes, I am,” Romy said stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest. “Is that a problem?” she demanded to know, fully aware of how some of those in pureblood circles felt about muggleborns, or sometimes even half-bloods.
“Well, I wouldn’t say I am pleased about it,” Draco said slowly, choosing his words with great care, aware that he was surrounded by a group of werewolves who considered her their family. “But I consider us friends, and that is not something that I feel needs to change.” The revelation about her heritage confusing his feelings about her even more; but he was already having doubts in his mind about the politics he had been raised on, so this was not so much of an issue.
“Well, okay then,” Romy said, satisfied with his answer for now and turning her attention back to her birth parents, who had so far failed to notice the group that was staring at them. She really hoped that would last, but her luck failed as Jake turned and spotted her, nudging Adam and pointing them out.
“We’re right here,” Jenson said, pulling his daughter into his side as Jennifer turned to where her son was pointing and the three Chester’s started to head over towards them. The man that they had been talking to making a swift exit, disapparating on the spot.
Fenrir quickly moved Harry over next to Jenson and stepped out in front of his pack members. “Leave,” he said angrily, glaring down at the three rather stunned looking muggles.
“I simply want to speak with my daughter,” Jennifer said, though her voice was soft and trembled slightly in the face of this huge man. Though it occurred to her now that he might not be a man at all, but another of those werewolf beasts, like the ones who had stolen Rosemary from her.
“I’m not your daughter,” Romy said softly, Callie’s arms around her protectively. Harry made to step forward but Jenson took him into his arms, keeping a solid hold on him, watching Clayton carefully. Callie had the good sense to reach out and take hold of his wrist so he didn’t think about doing anything that might get them all into trouble.
“Now is not the time, Jennifer,” Adam said firmly, giving the group of werewolves a look of utter revulsion. He put his hand at the small of his wife’s back, trying to lead her away and with one last longing glance Jennifer allowed it. “Jake, come along now!”
Jake, however, had other ideas and didn’t obey his father straight away. It was unfortunate that neither Jennifer nor Adam noticed that their son was not doing as he was told, instead the teenager was facing off against the werewolves that were glaring at him; though Jake only really had eyes for Romy.
“You never change,” Jake sneered, eyeing his little sister with disgust. “Look at you, surrounded by men as usual. Do they satisfy your needs, little whore?”
Draco barely even thought before he stepped forward, pulling back his fist and punching the muggle in the jaw. He couldn’t believe that the horrible boy had said such a thing, and to his own sister, no less. Jake, not having expected to be hit, staggered backwards and fell to the ground, his hand reaching up to wipe some of the blood from his split lip. He also had to spit out blood from his mouth when he realised he had bitten his tongue.
“I think the big scary Alpha told you to leave,” Draco said with a smirk on his face as he stepped closer to Jake again, resisting the urge to shake his hand which was hurting a lot more than he had expected it to. “Go on,” he added, “run along after Mummy and Daddy, you disgusting little muggle.”
“You alright Draco?” Harry asked, breaking free from Jenson’s grip as Jake scrambled to his feet and hurried off after his parents, who hadn’t even noticed that anything had happened.
“Yeah, punching people hurts,” Draco said, finally shaking out his fist, his knuckles stinging something dreadful.
“Worth it though, right?” Clayton said with a smile of admiration, wishing that he could have been the one to punch the annoying little shit in the face, he could have done a hell of a lot more damage too.
“Clayton you should not encourage this!” Jenson said sternly, giving Draco a rather disapproving look as Callie stepped forward, taking Draco’s hand in her own to inspect it.
“Totally worth it,” Draco said as Callie waved her wand over his hand and he felt an instant cooling sensation and the pain ebbed. “No one insults my friends like that,” he added smiling at Romy, who couldn’t help but smile back.
“Thank you for standing up for my little girl,” Callie said gently, releasing his hand. “I am glad these three have found friends like you,” she added.
“Stay out of trouble, all of you,” Fenrir said gruffly, looking over Draco and Theo as he said this. “We will be back,” he added as took Harry into his arms and started to walk away. Their time was almost over and the Alpha wanted a few more minutes alone with his mate before they were separated again.
They only had one more week until the full moon, which this month fell on a Sunday, but a week was still too long in Fenrir’s mind to be away from his mate.
“Well, he’s a man of few words,” Theo said as the Alpha pair retreated off the main street, looking for somewhere private to go.
“This was one of his better days too,” Clay said, only to receive a clip round the ear from Jenson who didn’t seem impressed.
“Watch your mouth, you’ve already been punished once today,” he reminded him and Clayton had the decency to look a little ashamed.
“Does this mean I’m higher ranked in the pack than him?” Romy asked curiously, looking at Clayton with interest.
“Ever since I became Beta you have been ranked higher than him,” Jenson told them and this only made Romy smile brighter. “Omega is the lowest rank in the pack, which is exactly why Fenrir has put him there, he needs to learn some humility.”
FGHP
“Where are you taking me, Wolfie?” Harry asked in amusement as he was carted off away from the others again. Harry never really got tired of the caveman attitude Fenrir took a lot of the time; he actually found it rather sexy most of the time, at least he did when he was in the mood for it.
“I want to make sure that you know who you belong to,” Fenrir said as he carried on, his voice a gruff growl and it struck Harry, how serious he sounded, as they started heading away from the main street of the village. Harry had no idea where they were going but he was hoping that Fenrir had a good idea.
“Correction, Fen, belong with,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes. “I know that I belong with you, but that doesn’t mean you own me,” he explained, wanting to be sure his mate understood the difference. He was feeling slightly apprehensive about how domineering his mate was being.
He was always dominant and acted like it too but there was something a lot more serious to how he was behaving now. Harry couldn’t help but feel a little helpless as he was carried in his mate’s arms to an unknown location.
“You’re still mine,” Fenrir said with a low possessive growl, to which Harry just laughed, though somewhat nervously, shaking his head at his impossible mate. It was the tone in which Fenrir was speaking to him that had him worried; it was a lot more controlling than what Harry was used to.
“Of course I am, Wolfie,” Harry said softly, looking up at his mate with concern. He wasn’t entirely sure what had got into the Alpha male but it was really starting to concern Harry, who knew how possessive the man could be and had seen it first hand; however, he had not seen him like this before and it was unnerving.
“I will show you,” Fenrir growled, tightening his hold around his submissive, which somehow only made Harry worry more about the shift in mood from the Alpha male.
“I am all for testing your exhibitionist tendencies, Fen, but, if you think I’m having sex with you in the middle of Hogsmeade, you can think again,” Harry said sternly, he wanted to make it very clear that he was all for dirty hotel rooms because at least they allowed them some element of privacy; however, an alley was another matter entirely.
“We should have stayed in the room,” Fenrir said gruffly.
“Ah but then you wouldn’t have gotten to scare Cedric, or make friends with Draco and Theo, or even shout at Romy’s muggle parents,” Harry said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood a little. “Besides, we could always go back to that room,” he suggested, thinking that this was their best option, especially with the mood the Alpha seemed to be in.
“That is where we are going,” Fenrir stated bluntly.
“Oh good, because I really wasn’t planning on being able to walk back up to the castle later,” Harry said trying to suppress his uncertainty and to encourage Fenrir to lighten up a little. He had taken on a horrible mood all of a sudden and Harry didn’t like it one bit but he just wanted to be with his mate while he could, he didn’t want to ruin today.
“I will make sure you can’t,” Fenrir growled as they reached the Hog’s Head, the Alpha barging in through the door, not caring if there was anyone else inside, just wanting to get in as quickly as possible.
The bartender did not seem impressed to see the two of them back in his bar, but with a pained expression he threw them the same key they had had the last time and, without so much as a nod of thanks, Fenrir carried Harry back up the stairs. This time the wizard behind the bar didn’t tell them to keep it down, knowing that after their first round this morning, it wasn’t going to happen.
“He seems happy to see us again,” Harry said in amusement as Fenrir took him up the stairs as fast as he could.
“Shut up, little one,” Fenrir said as they reached the landing and headed for the door, swiftly unlocking it.
“You know sometimes, Fen I think you just want me for my body,” Harry said sighing rather dramatically as they entered the familiar room and the Alpha kicked the door shut behind them. He truthfully didn’t feel much like joking around any more; the attitude of the Alpha really was starting to worry him but he was determined not to ruin this.
“You have a beautiful body,” Fenrir stated, though his tone was still harsh.
“Seriously, that’s your response?” Harry asked, laughing a little though not entirely happy with the response he had been given by his mate. “No denial, no claims that you want me for me?”
“Not now, after,” Fenrir said as he threw Harry none too gently onto the bed. “Strip,” he demanded as he shrugged off his coat and went to unfasten his jeans as well. “We don’t have long.”
He needed to be inside of his mate, to assert his dominance, his inner wolf was screaming at him to claim his little mate. It was an instinct that he was struggling to contain. He had seen that others were close to his mate, desired him, wanted him and neither Fenrir nor his wolf had liked that at all. His instincts were telling him to ensure that he marked his claim on the submissive, asserted his dominance over him and it was taking all of his control to slow down enough that he wouldn’t scare Harry; although he was swiftly running out of patience.
“Oh, wolfie,” Harry said, pulling his jumper up over his head and discarding it, “you really know how to charm a man, you’re sweeping me off my feet here, my hearts all in a flutter,” he said as he watched Fenrir push down his jeans after removing the lube and stepping out of them, leaving himself completely naked. Harry was all for having sex right now, watching Fenrir take control like this was actually quite a turn on, but it was the fierce glint in his golden eyes that had Harry a little concerned.
“Be quiet, little one,” Fenrir said, climbing onto the bed and pressing his lips to Harry’s, discarding the lube nearby on the covers, as his hands went to the fastening of Harry’s jeans, pulling them open and then down over the submissive’s hips.
“You really need to work on your wooing skills,” Harry said, his brow furrowing as he was rather roughly disrobed. He wasn’t sure he was entirely appreciative of how Fenrir was treating him right now; it lacked all the gentle touches that he was used to and he wasn’t ready for such rough and careless fucking yet.
He had loved how considerate Fenrir had been with him that morning, taking into account that he might not be ready for the Alpha to take his favourite, dominant stance over him as they fucked; however, this time was different, Fenrir was different and Harry couldn’t understand what was wrong.
“Why? I already have you,” Fenrir stated as Harry’s trousers were flung to the side, landing on the floor, leaving them both completely naked, the older of the two positioned between his mate’s legs, looming over him, which was making the submissive rather nervous. He really wasn’t ready for this.
“Fenrir, stop,” Harry said, as the Alpha leaned over him fully and to Fenrir’s credit, he did stop at once, looking at his little mate curiously. “I know I was kidding around a little but I am not just going to let you fuck me senseless whenever the mood strikes you. A little consideration for my feelings would be nice,” he said bluntly, glaring at the Alpha above him.
“I want you, little one,” Fenrir said with surprising gentleness given that he had been about to take his little mate without preparing him, thinking that he would still be prepared enough from their round this morning, thinking that it would be enough just to cover his cock in lube.
“That’s a start,” Harry said, before sighing. “I want you too, but I want to make love with you, not some quick romp because we can.”
“You paraded men who want you in front of me, this is not a game, you are mine, I will show you that,” Fenrir stated rather bluntly, meeting Harry’s eyes, needing for his mate to see the urgency and the need for this.
“Fen, don’t be like that, it wasn’t like that,” Harry said, a flash of hurt in his emerald eyes. He had never intended for Fenrir to take anything he had done today badly. He had truly seen no other option with Cedric, the boy had been relentless and showing him that he was spoken for had been the only way.
“You are mine,” Fenrir said again, it was becoming something of a catchphrase for the Alpha wolf, who was determined to lay his claim on his mate. He wasn’t going to relent, he couldn’t, his inner wolf wouldn’t let him.
“I get that, but if you do this I swear I won’t be for long,” Harry said, his heart rate picking up as he told himself over and over that Fenrir would never hurt him. With the large domineering man looming over him the panic was starting to rise, he felt trapped and it was taking every ounce of his strength not to freak out. “Just… make love to me, like you did last full moon. Will you do that for me, please?” he requested.
“No,” Fenrir said. “Next time I will,” he promised, knowing his wolf would not be satisfied with the slow and gentle love making; he had been riled up by Cedric, Draco and Theo, and he needed to stake his claim on his mate. “You will enjoy it.”
“Fen…” Harry said desperately, pushing at the Alpha’s shoulders a little, trying to make his mate get off him. Not wanting to hurt Harry or do anything he might regret, Fenrir sat up, though he was still positioned between his mate’s legs. What really hurt, however, was that Harry was not hard at all; it was crushing to the Alpha.
“You are mine, always,” the Alpha said, looking to his mate with concern. He had been so caught up in the moment, listening only to his inner wolf that he hadn’t realised what he was doing to his young mate.
“Always,” Harry said, his voice soft and his breathing uneven as he fought to quell the rising panic. He didn’t want to think about what Fenrir had almost done; he was sure that his mate would never have done it.
Fenrir lay down beside his mate on the bed, pulling Harry into him so that the teenager’s back was pressed against his chest. “I will take care of you, I will claim you,” the Alpha said nibbling at the mating mark at the back of Harry’s neck.
“Just don’t hurt me,” Harry pleaded, relaxing a little now that he wasn’t feeling trapped, enjoying the feeling of his mate’s arms around him, holding him close, Fenrir’s large erection pressing against his arse.
“No, little one, I will take care of you,” Fenrir said as he reached for the lube, squirting a large amount on his cock, smothering it in the cool liquid. With the remainder that was still on his fingers he reached down and brushed his slicked up fingers over his mate’s entrance.
The Alpha was determined to make his mate hard before he entered him. He needed to know that his mate was aroused and content, begging to be taken as it should be. He didn’t want to take his precious little submissive in any other way.
He pressed the tip of one of his fingers inside his mate, it going in easily thanks to their morning session, though he was watching Harry carefully to gage his reactions. His submissive gasped, but didn’t protest the intrusion in anyway and Fenrir was pleased to see Harry’s cock begin to fill, even if he was still less than half hard.
He pulled his finger back out and rearranged Harry in his arms, turning his young mate to face him, manoeuvring one of Harry’s legs so that it rested over his hip, their faces inches apart. One hand reaching around, starting to stretch and prepare the teenager properly.
He was pleased that he could see Harry’s reactions properly now, the way that his mouth had fallen open slightly as he let out little gasps of pleasure; he also enjoyed the feel of Harry’s cock hardening against his belly and so he reached down between them and wrapped his fingers around the slender length. The position was slightly awkward, but he was more than rewarded for it by the delighted sound that fell from Harry’s lips.
Fenrir leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips. “I want you to want this,” he told him little mate.
“I want this,” Harry said, enjoying the sensations that were travelling through him He felt safe and loved, cradled in Fenrir’s arms, held gently against the Alpha’s strong body. There was nothing he wanted more than this, to be connected with his mate so brilliantly. As Fenrir played with his mate, he lent forward and began to nibble and suck at the delicate skin on Harry’s neck, forming a bruising mark on his collar.
Fenrir was now moving two fingers inside his mate and quickly added a third, deliberately spreading them to ensure that Harry was ready to take his girth. He was holding his inner wolf in check by a thread and knew that the moment he was inside the submissive that would likely snap; he would take his time now and ensure that Harry would not be harmed.
He had seen the fear in his submissive’s eyes and he didn’t want to see that again, not while they were together like this. He never wanted Harry for be scared of him. Harry was far too precious to him but there were instincts that he couldn’t ignore and this was one of them.
“Please, Fen, I want to feel you inside me,” Harry said, almost begging, and Fenrir met his eyes realising that he had gotten a little lost in his thoughts for a moment. His submissive was looking up at him with lust and desire written all over his flushed face, his hips thrusting back and forward, between the three fingers inside him and the hand around his cock.
“Move to the edge of the bed,” Fenrir instructed firmly, slipping his fingers free of his submissive. Harry looked at him uncertainly but did as instructed, sitting there, worrying his lip, watching as Fenrir climbed off the bed and stood next to it, rather restricted in the small space but his cock standing up firm and proud. “Lie down, little one,” the Alpha instructed, and Harry obeyed.
Taking a firm grip on Harry’s thighs, Fenrir pulled his submissive towards him, until Harry’s arse was hanging just over the edge, his legs in the air, exposing his ready entrance to the Alpha. Fenrir leaned forward, Harry’s ankles resting on his shoulders as he lined himself up with Harry’s arse, managing just to hold back from thrusting himself deep inside.
Harry’s heart was in his throat, he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking and he had to scrunch them into the duvet so that Fenrir didn’t see how nervous he was at the predatory gleam he could see in the Alpha’s golden eyes. The affectionate side of his mate was slowly losing out to the dominant, Alpha side and that worried Harry a little. He could only be grateful that Fenrir was aware of what each of them needed enough to prepare him thoroughly and not to restrain him or make him feel trapped.
“Mine,” Fenrir said, as he pushed forward, the tip of his large erection stretching Harry open despite the preparation. The Alpha didn’t stop though, continuing to bury himself deeper into his submissive at a steady pace.
Harry could feel Fenrir pushing into him and he knew that it wasn’t how it was supposed to be; if he could have felt pain then it would have been at least uncomfortable, as his mate was not going particularly slowly, nor was he being quite as careful or considerate as he normally would have been. Harry gasped out in shock but it did nothing to stop the Alpha, who was lost to his inner wolf and his instincts as Alpha.
But even as he worried that his mate would do nothing to consider his own pleasure, Fenrir wrapped a hand around Harry's very slightly softening cock and stroked him. The second stroke of his hand was timed as the Alpha thrust the last short distance forward, brushing over Harry’s prostate and burying himself ball’s deep inside the submissive.
Harry tried to calm his heart that was racing both from the sensations and his fears. He could feel the large cock buried deep inside him and knew that Fen needed this, needed to use his body and stake his claim; Harry was determined that he would give the man he loved what he needed and be a good submissive that the Alpha deserved for once.
He tightened his grip on the duvet as he felt Fenrir’s huge cock pull out and plunge back into his body, deep and fast, claiming him like the Alpha had said he would. He wished they could make love, but that would be for another time it seemed; at least this way he knew there would be another time.
Fenrir thrust into him. The pace was brutal and through the pounding against the sensitive nerves inside him felt amazing, having his legs held up and apart felt a little scary; he trusted that if he told his mate to stop then the Alpha would but he would be unable to get away of his own accord.
“You’re mine,” Fenrir growled at him, clearly in full Alpha mode. Harry just nodded his agreement. “No one else gets to be inside you,” he declared, and Harry wondered if Fenrir was truly so insecure in their relationship. No one else had ever taken him, and he never wanted anyone else too either. “Mine,” Fenrir said again.
“Yours,” Harry affirmed, and it was apparently exactly what the Alpha needed to hear, because he thrust twice more before stilling inside his young mate and coming, emptying himself into Harry with a roar.
The submissive almost whimpered when he felt Fenrir’s knot swell inside him, stretching him further still; normally he was on a high from his own orgasm but, without that, it felt bigger and he rolled his head to the side so that the Alpha would not see the few tears that fell. He had never felt so used before, and yet he felt proud of himself for having given Fenrir what he needed.
His own cock was wilting as Fenrir lifted him up into his arms, settling them more comfortably on the bed, sitting up, leaning back against the headboard with Harry straddling his lap, knowing they would be knotted together for a short while yet. “You did well, little one,” Fenrir said, pressing a kiss to the submissive’s lips not noticing the tear tracks down his mate’s cheeks.
“I wanted to give you what you needed,” Harry said, burying his head in the crook his Fenrir’s neck so that the Alpha couldn’t see how hurt he was. He had wanted this, needed to feel the connection between them but it was unlike Fenrir to be so inconsiderate of him and that stung a little.
“And I will give you what you need,” Fenrir promised, a hand winding between them and gently touching at Harry’s cock, that was almost completely soft. He hadn’t missed the fact that his submissive had not come and he knew that he had been rougher than he would normally have been with his precious little mate.
He had lost control of his wolf, he knew that now as the fog of it cleared from his mind and he hated that he had allowed himself to lose control like that, allowing his inner wolf to take over but he would treasure his mate now and make him feel special, as he deserved to be.
One hand roamed gently across the teenager’s back, as he kissed and nuzzled at his mate’s neck and shoulders, in fact every inch of exposed skin he could reach while still knotted inside of his submissive, while his other hand continued to stroke his little mate. As he felt the knot begin to lessen he tipped Harry’s chin up and claimed his lips in a sweet kiss, hands still caressing every inch of skin.
“I did not mean to be so rough with you,” Fenrir muttered gently and Harry turned to look at his mate knowing that that was about as close to an apology as he could have hoped for. Of course, the Alpha would not apologise, not least because they both knew he had needed to lay his claim, but Harry believed the sincerity in his mate’s words and of course would forgive him without question.
Harry nodded to show that he understood; Fenrir had always protected him, had even come close to death doing so. He couldn’t be angry at his mate, not knowing what he knew and especially not when his own future was so uncertain. He found it hard to believe that they wouldn’t get to live long and happy lives together and all because of Dumbledore and his stupid war. He would make the time he had with Fenrir perfect so that at least if something happened to him, Fenrir would have those memories.
“Lie back down, little one,” Fenrir said gently, as his knot eased off inside his mate and he was able to pull out.
“Fen, please don’t…” Harry said, looking up at him with wide pleading eyes. He had managed to give his Alpha and mate what he needed, but he could not do so again for the moment; he felt fragile, and feared it might break him.
“Let me take care of you, little one,” Fenrir said firmly, disliking how fearful Harry seemed. “Trust me,” he added, though trying to keep all pleading from his voice, truly feeling regretful for what he had done to his little mate.
“That’s a big ask, Fen,” Harry told him, but still climbed off of Fenrir’s lap and began to lay down on the bed. He was decidedly nervous, but he would give his mate a chance; Fenrir was definitely seeming more like his normal self now and that boosted Harry’s confidence in him. “I can’t have sex again,” Harry told his mate truthfully. He knew, even though he couldn’t feel pain, that if he did it would do him serious damage, if it hadn’t already.
“Are you hurt?” Fenrir asked, concern marring his face. He knew he had been rough with his little mate but he had not intended to actually hurt him in anyway.
“You know I can’t feel pain, Fen,” Harry said with a frown. He was glad that his mate still cared enough to be worried about him but he honestly didn’t know how much, if any, damage Fenrir had caused.
“Then I shall inspect every inch of you,” Fenrir declared, he wanted to make his mate feel loved, cared for, and he also wanted to make sure that he hadn’t hurt Harry in any way as it truly had not been his intent. He didn’t care if it took him hours, he would ensure that his little mate had no injuries.
“I thought we were short on time,” Harry said, glaring at his mate half-heartedly.
“We have time for this,” Fenrir assured him. He wasn’t certain that they truly did, but the world could wait while he completed such an important task, as far as he was concerned. Dumbledore himself could have stormed into the room and he still wouldn’t have cared, he wanted to make sure that his mate was alright before saying goodbye to him for another week.
Fenrir set to work, laying beside his mate, paying close attention to every single inch of his submissive's body; licking, sucking, nibbling and leaving several purpling marks upon the teenager's body, as Harry begged and pleaded for more. The Alpha gently stroking his mate’s cock until he reached completion before starting all over again, the second time using his mouth to make his little mate come. He wanted Harry in no doubt just how much he meant to him.
FGHP
Fenrir carried Harry out of the Hog’s Head over an hour and a half after they had headed there for the second time. Harry’s legs were a little shaky and the Alpha was more than happy to carry his little mate.
The others were all waiting for them, Draco and Theo included. Jenson seemed to be eyeing Draco with a small amount of distrust still, though he was considerably warming towards the teenager after he had punched Romy’s brother in defence of her.
“We were starting to wonder if you were just going to stay in there indefinitely,” Draco said with a smirk on his face. Harry just rolled his eyes at him, though when he glanced at Clay it looked as though his friend was holding his tongue, quite possibly literally between his teeth, and was resisting the urge to make a comment of his own.
“It was tempting,” Harry replied, though it lacked his usual tone of sass, and he remained snuggled in his mate's arms, finding comfort in being there. He was trying not to think about the fact he would have to return to school and, worse still, he was going to have to walk there of his own accord. His legs really weren’t working properly after their second round, followed by the two mind blowing orgasms that Fenrir had teased from him.
As a group, they made their way back towards the castle; of course the adults wouldn’t be able to walk with them all the way, but they could at least take them to the school gates. They wanted to stay together for as long as they could, even knowing that the full moon was only a week away and they would get to see each other soon.
“Clayton,” Fenrir commanded, as they approached the gates, and the teenager turned to look at him. “You’ll carry Harry,” he instructed. He knew how much their activities had taken out of his little mate, and didn’t want Harry to have to worry about walking up to the school, which did seem an awfully long way.
“What? Why?” Clay asked, eyes going wide as Draco, Romy and Theo all tried to hide their amusement.
“You really don’t want those details, Clay, trust me,” Harry said with a smirk, honestly rather relieved that he wouldn’t have to walk all that way.
“So you get laid and I’m the one who suffers,” Clay said with a teasing smile, though he then caught the Alpha’s stern gaze and forced his face serious again. He really was trying to behave but sometimes he couldn’t help himself; he was so used to just teasing Harry all the time.
“You are here to protect him, Clayton,” the Alpha reminded the older teenager. He was glad that Harry and Clayton were friends, because it made his little mate happy, but he had placed Clayton in Harry’s life to protect him; he would make sure that was what Clay did.
“Guard first, friends second,” Clayton said, nodding his head in understanding. “Don’t worry, I know.” He had always known that that was his life; he had been raised with the understanding that Harry was to be protected. He knew that there must have been a time before he had been bitten and adopted by Damon, therefore taking on the role of Harry’s protector, but he had no memory of it.
“Remember Clayton, you are not a playmate for Harry any more,” Fenrir said, completely missing the scowl on his little mate’s face. “You were brought into this pack to protect him, do not forget that!”
“I won’t forget,” Clay said with a nod of his head.
“We will see you all in a week,” Jenson said, knowing that their time was up and thinking they all needed to get moving. Fenrir was really starting to draw attention to them and it wouldn’t be long before someone figured out who he was.
Harry turned his attention fully to the Alpha and, ignoring everyone else, started to kiss him without any inhibitions. Draco and Theo averted their eyes, not used to the Alpha pair going at it so enthusiastically.
“You’ll get used to that,” Romy said to them with slight amusement as Clayton hugged Callie goodbye and gave Jenson a smile and a nod.
“I don’t think I want to get used to that,” Theo said, determinedly staring at the ground as Harry got a little more enthusiastic with his tongue, becoming a lot more vocal as well, much to the horror of Theo and Draco. The others were not bothered in the slightest, they were far too used to the Alpha pair parting ways to be phased by what they were doing.
“You think this is bad,” Clayton said as Romy took her turn hugging each Callie and Jenson in turn. “Try sleeping a meter away while Harry’s giving him a blow job.”
“Seriously?” Draco said looking horrified. He found it hard to even consider his friend actually doing such a thing, let alone having to be present during the act itself. He really didn’t think he would be able to understand how werewolves lived like they did.
“Seriously,” Clayton confirmed with a nod. He still had trouble believing it himself, but he had the mental scars to prove it.
“Can you spare us the gory details please?” Theo begged, a slightly disturbed expression on his face; he was trying very hard to avoid looking at the Alpha pair. “I really don’t want to know that,” he said firmly, before Clay could start sharing other details about what life with their pack was like.
“Least you don’t have to live with it,” Clayton said, though he was fairly amused at how it was affecting the other two Slytherins. Though talking to them was serving as a rather welcome distraction to what Harry and Fenrir were currently doing.
“Clayton, that is enough,” Callie said sternly and Clay then had the decency to look ashamed of himself, something which highly amused Romy. She wondered if perhaps the Alpha’s punishment might teach him some self control, but maybe that was wishful thinking.
“Sorry, Auntie Callie,” Clay said sweetly, giving her an innocent look.
“That smile doesn’t fool me, young man,” she said with a pointed stare as Jenson put his arm around her shoulders. For one thing, Clayton only ever added the ‘Auntie’ bit when he knew he was guilty, but also, Clayton didn’t really do innocent, never had, not even when she had first met him as a two year old.
“Take care of yourself, Mum,” Romy said to her gently, “please. You really don’t look very well.” Romy then turned to her dad. “She is eating and everything right?”
“Romy!” Callie said sternly. “I am your mother, it is my job to worry about you, not the other way around,” she reminded her daughter. She loved that Romy cared enough about her to worry but she wished that she had never given her child a reason to do so. She really hoped that, whatever this sickness was, it passed soon.
“I’m taking care of her, kiddo, don’t worry,” Jenson assured their daughter, pressing a kiss to Callie’s temple. “Just worry about yourself and keeping these two idiots out of trouble,” he suggested with a nod of his head towards Clay and Harry.
“Give our love to the rest of the pack,” Romy said, as she hugged each of her parents in turn once more. “We miss them,” she said with a smile.
“They all miss you too,” Callie told her daughter. “Damon is sorry he couldn’t come today,” she said, giving Clay an apologetic smile, sure that her nephew would have liked to have seen his father. Damon and Clay weren’t exactly the kind to show the world how they felt about each other, but Callie knew they loved each other dearly.
“Yeah, sure he is,” Clay said bitterly. He had been ready to confront his father about the secret he was keeping and was rather annoyed that he would now have to wait another week to speak to his father about it. Not to mention that it felt like everyone was so busy worrying about Harry and Romy that they had forgotten that this wasn’t all easy for him either.
“Clay?” Callie asked, moving out from Jenson’s embrace to approach the teenager, realising something wasn’t right. She had known her nephew long enough to know when he had something on his mind.
“Doesn’t matter, I’m sure he’s far too busy to wonder about me,” Clay said dismissively. He knew he sounded like a sulking child, and hated that, but he didn’t want to be the one who was always left in the dark, the last one to be told everything and this time it was his own father who was treating him that way.
“He really wanted to come today, Clay,” Callie assured him, “but we can’t leave the territory or the others unguarded.” If they could have, she was sure that every member of the pack would have wanted to come and spend time with the pups; they all missed them, even Tessie who had not known them as long.
“Yeah, I get it,” Clay said, understanding the theory, but not understanding why it had to be his Dad who stayed. It hardly seemed fair that Romy got to see both of her parents while he didn’t even get to see the only parent he had, his Dad. It was just one more thing that showed that he wasn’t as important as the others, it was why becoming the Omega of the pack hadn’t bothered him at all, he already felt as if he was there.
“It is the full moon soon,” Callie said, pulling him into another hug. “You will see him then, I know he misses you.” She could see that Clay was hurting, even if she didn’t really understand why and she really hoped that her words could help him a little.
“I’m sure he’s found ways to keep himself distracted,” Clay said unhappily, he had spent a long time thinking about things, all the hints, the subtle comments and it was all starting to make sense to him now. He wasn’t sure how he had missed it before that his Dad and Micha were an item, he just couldn’t work out how long they’d been that way without telling him.
“Guys, we have to go or we’ll be late for dinner,” Draco reminded them, not really thinking that it was his place to tell them this but he didn’t want them all getting into trouble and he knew that was entirely possible if they weren’t back from Hogsmeade for dinner.
“Yeah, I don’t see that happening,” Theo said casting a glance to the Alpha pair. “Do they ever come up for air?” he asked. It felt like watching a train wreck; he wanted to look away but just didn’t seem to be able to.
“Eventually,” Romy said with a shrug, before looking to her Dad. “We really do have to go.” She wasn’t about to try and pry Harry and the Alpha apart, she would let her Dad, as Beta of the pack, deal with that.
“Anyone bring a crowbar?” Clayton asked with a grin, thinking that he might have to actually one day bring one when he knew that Harry was going to have to say goodbye to the Alpha.
Jenson sighed. “Alpha,” he said, “Harry,” he added, again trying to catch their attention. When it came to moments like these it was usually Harry that had the sense to snap them out of it. “It’s time.”
“Love you,” Jenson heard Harry whisper softly to Fenrir as their lips parted. The Alpha quickly pressed their lips back together again in response, and the Beta was about to protest when they pulled apart once more.
“One week,” Fenrir said seriously, reminding himself as much as Harry. He hated saying goodbye to his little mate, and letting him out of his sight, but at least it was not for long.
“One week,” Harry agreed, smiling softly at his mate, waiting. “You need to put me down, Wolfie, or I can’t go anywhere,” he pointed out, when Fenrir made no move to put him back on his own two feet.
“I think that’s what he’s counting on,” Clayton said with an amused smirk on his face. He didn’t like having to witness the displays of affection between the pair of them, but he did think that it was rather amusing how besotted the Alpha was with his best friend.
“Clayton,” Fenrir growled in warning, he had already punished the young man once today and he didn’t want to have to do it again. If the teenager continued to push his patience then he was going to have to assert his dominance over him in a more physical way than he had before and that though did not fill him with happiness. He had already hurt his mate because his inner wolf had got the better of him, he didn’t want to hurt anyone else in the pack.
“Sorry, Alpha,” Clayton said quickly, lowering his eyes to the floor and cursing himself for speaking without thinking again.
“Come here, Clayton,” Fenrir instructed.
Instantly Clayton hurried over, not wanting to anger the Alpha any further. He really was going to have to learn to keep his comments to himself, at least around the Alpha, if he was ever going to redeem himself and become something other than the Omega wolf in the pack. Fenrir placed Harry down on his feet, which were still a little unstable, next to Clayton.
“He doesn’t have to carry me like you do, does he?” Harry asked with a little bit of uncertainty, thinking that would be just a little bit too weird and looking to his mate who kept a firm grip around his waist to keep him up right.
“How ever you feel comfortable, little one,” Fenrir assured him. It only matter to him that Clayton was taking care of Harry as best he could.
“Piggy back?” Harry asked looking to Clayton. That was the one way that he thought would be best; Clay had given him occasional piggy backs before over the years so it wouldn’t be strange or awkward for him to do so.
“Sure thing,” Clay said with a shrug. He didn’t care much how they did it and he much preferred this way than carrying Harry the way the Alpha did. There was only one pack member he wanted to carry that way.
Harry then turned back to Fenrir. “Bye Wolfie,” he said smiling at him sweetly.
The Alpha pulled Harry against him one final time, placing a kiss to his lips. “Behave, little one,” he said.
“I always behave,” Harry said, grinning deviously only to receive a rather dubious look from his mate because they both knew that this wasn’t exactly true.
“That goes for all of you,” Fenrir said as Harry stepped unsteadily towards Clay, who crouched down a little so Harry could hop on.
“Oh I want a turn,” Romy said, giggling a little.
“I can’t carry both of you,” Clayton said in a huff, Harry wasn’t that heavy, he was so tiny for his age but he knew who he would rather have on his back.
“Hop on,” Theo said with amusement, “I’ll carry you if you want,” Romy blushed a little but nodded her head in agreement, half wishing that it had been Draco to offer; however, she doubted Draco would ever want to lose his dignity in such a way and Theo was a lot more muscled and looked far more capable of carrying her all the way to the castle.
“So that’s your boyfriend,” Draco said with slight amusement as the five of them began heading back towards the castle.
“Yep, that’s him, big, scary, alpha werewolf, Fenrir Greyback,” Harry replied from his position on Clay’s back.
The three grown werewolves watched in amusement as their pups headed back up to the castle with their friends, Harry and Romy being carried, both of them laughing hysterically as Clay and Theo started running, clearly having a race of some description.

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