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

Chapter 5

The next day went quickly. Hermione just sat back on the porch to her and Fenrir’s hut and watched as everyone bustled around, preparing for the party. The women cooked the food and some of the men cleaned the circle of leaves and stray twigs, even putting cushions on the logs bordering the circle. Hermione got up and ran towards the circle.

“Nick!”

Said boy looked up and smiled at her as he added logs to the huge bonfire in the middle of the circle. “Hey, Hermione!”

“What you doing?”

“Well, when the party goes on, we have a huge bonfire. And you can’t have a bonfire with logs, now, can you?” He smiled at her. She blushed and looked around the circle. She noticed that while the cut logs were equally spaced, the gap between a pair of them was vastly larger compared to the others.

“Why is there a gap there?”

“That’s where the dancers come in.”

“Dancers?”

“Yeah. See, some people dress up and lead the dancing. That’s where they come in and start the dancing.”

“Where do they come from?”

“From behind one of the huts. It’s just a secret place so we can’t see them; otherwise it would spoil the surprise.”

“Are the costumes pretty?”

“Very.” He sat down next to the bonfire and she sat beside him, talking about the party traditions for nearly an hour. “...And we have musical instruments as well. Well, drums and some flutes and guitars. Maybe Fenrir would let you play one of them.” But there was an undertone in his voice that made Hermione doubtful.

And she was right.

“No.” Fenrir said for the tenth time. Hermione had been badgering him for a while about letting her join in with the music or costumes and Fenrir had given the same flat answer. “No. And that’s final. You’re not playing in the band.” He busied himself with flicking through his dresser.

“Please! I know you don’t trust me but-”

His head snapped up. “What?”

“Yeah. You don’t trust me, I know. But I’m apart of this Pack and you can’t-”

“Who says I don’t trust you?” Hermione relayed to him what she had said with Lauren. Instead of him being angry as she had expected, he laughed, the sound vibrating deeply in his chest. He closed the drawer he was filing through and sat on the edge of the bed, holding Hermione’s hands gently in his own. “I don’t do that because I don’t trust you. I do that because I’m very protective over my Pack. Also, you’re new and you don’t know the way of the Pack. And you’re young, in a strange place, filled with strange people and in a situation you’ve never been in before. I’m helping you adjust and I’m taking care of you.”

“But then why can’t I join in with the party?”

“Because I said so. And that’s the end of it.” He stood up and opened the door, looking back at her. “Come on. The party starts soon.”

!”!

Hermione and Lauren sat excitedly around the bonfire. Fenrir was on the cushioned log, a man sat next to him. Hermione noticed that the man had his arm wrapped around Cami’s waist and she rested her hand on the inside of his knee and it clicked in her mind that this was obviously Lauren’s father and Cami’s ‘mate’. Lauren sat in front of the man’s legs, while Hermione was between Fenrir’s.

She looked up at the Alpha. “How long now?”

“Not long.” He smiled, stroking her hair gently.

“Lauren, how long does the party last?”

“Most of the night. I always have to go to bed before it ends though. But I hear the music faintly. You’ll barely be able to hear it, even in your hut.”

“But the hut’s-”

“Silencing spells.” Lauren said simply. “It’s a fancy one.” She perked up. “It stops all noise going out of the huts but allows some noise in so we hear what’s going on.”

“Why would we need to hear what’s going on?”

“Hermione, we live in a wild forest. There are foxes and deer and stuff. Sometimes even - oh! Here we go!” The clearing seemed to get darker, though the bonfire burned just as bright. From the distance, Hermione heard fake animal calls and a wooden rattling sound. Everyone turned to the gap in the wooden logs and gasped when they saw a dozen people in homemade animal costumes. They were beautiful and colourful. They had torn pieces of dyed and stitched cloth hanging from belts made of wooden beads, all fastened in elaborate patterns around their waists. No doubt they had had huge amounts of effort put into them. Hermione stared at them as they danced around the bonfire to the sound of drums and bongos.

Hermione was elated. She watched entranced as the bodies of the dancers moved beautifully in front of the fire. The music seemed to flow through them, mixing with the air and carrying over everyone wonderfully.

She barely noticed when Fenrir picked her up and pulled her into his lap and leant his chin on her head, speaking lowly. “Do you like it?”

“It’s...It’s magnificent. It’s beautiful. This is a wonderful place to live.”

!”!

Hermione and Lauren danced with the other children and ate and sang until they either collapsed or their parents - in Hermione’s case, Fenrir - picked them up and started carrying them off to bed. Hermione mumbled sleepily against Fenrir’s shoulder as he pulled on her pyjama bottoms.

“I’m not tired. I want...I want to dance...” She yawned loudly, resting her head on his shoulder. He chuckled and kissed her head, unbuttoning her dress. His head suddenly filled with a highly erotic image of him peeling her clothes off with an older Hermione, who was gasping and moaning under him. He forced the image down and continued undressing her, immediately pulling on the pyjama top, trying not to look at her young torso. Picking her up gently, he pulled back the covers and laid her down on the bed, where she rolled on to her side, curling up. He smiled and covered her with the blankets, tucking her in tenderly, kissing her forehead. Getting up, he dimmed the lights and returned to the party.
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