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When Do I Get to Have That?	By : AngelNarcissa90 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 33911 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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And Your Plan is?

Fenrir smiled tightly at the little lady standing before him; such a small thing threatening him? It didn’t matter, not really. Harry had already agreed to help him further his cause even if he didn’t know that Fenrir was in contact with a dear friend of his. It wasn’t that Fenrir was intentionally keeping information from Harry. He was just waiting for the right time to let him know that their relationship was moving faster than expected. Instead of starting off as flirtatious friends with extraordinary benefits, they were on the fast track to a relationship Fenrir wasn’t sure how to define. Harry’s friend had a right to worry especially since Fenrir had no idea how their relationship would progress. The question of turning Harry was still unanswered.

“It takes real courage to stand here before me.” Fenrir began.

“Yes, yes, yes where is Harry?” Fenrir frowned at the brown haired girl in front of him. She waved her hand dismissively at him as she spoke. Did she not know who he was? The frown on her face indicated that she was not intimated by him in the least. Fenrir wondered if he would have to prove his authority when her wand appeared.

“Let’s not play games. I know who you are Greyback. I need to know where Harry is.” Fenrir took a step back. The quiet of the meadow around them was unnerving. The witch before him meant business. She was obviously a part of the Golden Trio. He’d had the pleasure of meeting the redhead a few days before. Harry mentioned something about them being married or close to it.

The witch pulled him from his thoughts. “The full moon is in three days. Harry cannot stay with you. He isn’t a werewolf like you. Have you even properly mated with him? I’ve been doing quite a bit of reading and–”

“And I will hear no more of it.” Fenrir waved his hand. He desperately wanted to display his wandless capabilities, but he didn’t need this witch knowing too much about him.

“The Malfoy Manor would be the right meeting place. After the full moon, of course.” Fenrir bared his fangs at her as he smiled. At least the girl had the decency to shiver. It was something.

“How do you know you won’t hurt him?”

Fenrir starred hard at the witch what she really meant was ‘how do you know your werewolf side won’t hurt him?’ But Fenrir was not in the mood to correct her. Grey would be able to tell the difference between a fresh meal and Fenrir’s lover.

“He won’t.”

“He won’t.” She repeated slowly after him, “that’s all you have to say? That’s not a very good answer. I need something more solid.”

Fenrir watched as she reached into her knapsack and pulled out a small vial. She didn’t need to say what it was because he already knew. “I am not taking Wolfsbane. Why do you think I live away from you wizards and muggles?”

The witch put her hands on her hips. “Who do you think you are? You have Harry and won’t say where he is. You refuse to take me to him. The least you can do is control yourself this once for someone you say that you love.”

Fenrir responded with a snarl and an added growl. He held out his hand with the intention of crushing it in his fist.

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Hermione stood her ground. There was no way that the great oaf and perhaps one of the most feared werewolves in England was going to make her back down. She knew going into the meeting that some foolhardiness would be necessary. Ron had recounted his fight with Greyback and how he’d stolen Harry away. Of course, the story in The Prophet had only made the situation worse. The added advice from Percy had been to face him head on. Hermione had a sneaking suspicion that the idea hadn’t originated from Percy but from someone with a more sinister mind.

The fact that Greyback had mentioned the Malfoy Manor as a rendezvous furthered her suspicions. The Malfoys knew something she didn’t and Hermione would be damned if that lasted much longer.

“No, never mind,” Hermione shook her head and replaced the vial in her bag. Greyback wouldn’t listen to her advice. He was like Harry in a way. He was hardheaded. She didn’t want Harry to get hurt, but maybe that’s what needed to happen. Mandatory Wolfsbane consumption during the full moon was one the new policies put into place by the new and slightly improved Ministry for Magic. It was one of the reasons why werewolves along with other magical creatures had to be put into a registry.

Hermione knew on an intellectual level and perhaps even for practical reasons that the magical world needed to be organized. Greyback was on the run from the law. He was avoiding the new world order and Hermione wasn’t sure how long that would last. He was the unofficial leader for other werewolves who refused to take the potion. Two of whom were in St. Mungo’s drugged up and docile as far as Hermione knew. They had been captured when Harry had been kidnapped.

The freedom Greyback desired couldn’t be achieved without some comprise. “I’ll let you go this time. But don’t underestimate me. You’ll have to submit to the will of the ministry eventually.”

Hermione didn’t bother acknowledging the second dirty look and petulant response she received from Greyback. The snarl wasn’t intimidating in the least. He ought to save it for the virgin aurors who hadn’t been around during the Final Battle. She was seasoned and a somewhat unwilling master of the dangerous and clever curses used in war. Hermione had made a conscious decision to not threaten Greyback with her skills. She also knew that Greyback was holding back. Ron had mentioned that the werewolf had to know wandless magic to pull the stunts he had during the scuffle with the other aurors. Hermione figured he was playing coy by pretending to be helpless and aloof to his wizarding heritage.

Greyback did something unexpected. He bowed to her, “After the full moon we’ll meet at the Malfoy Manor. Until then—”“Wait!” Hermione called out as Greyback started to back away from her. She didn’t miss the fact that he didn’t feel safe enough to turn his back and retreat.

“What does Malfoy have to do with this?”

Greyback gave her a smug expression, his eyes gleamed in the light, “You’ll have to be more specific. There are three Malfoys.”

Now it was Hermione’s turn to roll her eyes, “Yes, I know that. What does Draco have to do with this?”Greyback answered her with a shrug and began his retreat. “He’s only interested in Harry’s well-being…his sexual well-being.” Greyback gave her a toothy grin and finally turned as he entered the shadow of the forest. Hermione watched him until he was merely a shadow in the distance. She could have sworn she heard the distinct pop of apparition but that couldn’t be possible. Since when did werewolves embrace their wizardry?

Well, there had been Remus Lupin but he was a special case. Hermione turned her face to the sun and absorbed the heat. It was soothing and reassuring. It was so detached from her hectic life. First she and Ron had their plan to fix Harry up and then Harry’s secret life. Was there anything else that she really wanted to know? What did Malfoy have to do with anything?

Huffing at the mystery before her, Hermione knew that her addiction for the truth would drive her to discover things that she would have rather kept hidden. The more layers she pulled the weirder life seemed to become, especially all those inquiring owls asking about Harry’s whereabouts and questions about his blood purity and sexual history. Was she really that much different from Malfoy? Did she ultimately want to manipulate Harry’s life or was she just trying to help Harry find some balance between work and pleasure? Did she have the right to cross that line?

Hermione apparated without answering the questions that floated around in her mind. She was lying to herself. She’d known the answers all along. She wasn’t that much different from Malfoy, she wanted Harry to share himself with someone he cared for as well.

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Fenrir watch as Harry scratched his head. It was as if he didn’t understand plain English. Lucius Malfoy had once uttered in complaint how such an intellectually limited child had outwitted him more than once.

Smirking, Fenrir gestured to himself, “I will be with you when you talk with your little friends, especially the auror.”

Harry rolled his eyes hard, “I’m one as well or didn’t you notice the uniform I met you in a few days ago?”

“Your wit is much appreciated. But wholly unnecessary.” Fenrir replied shortly. “Everything will be fine.”

Harry crossed his arms and sat down on the bed. As much as Fenrir enjoyed seeing Harry voluntarily sitting on the bed after two nights on the floor, he needed Harry’s trust. Watching Harry sleep in front of the fireplace was one of the highlights of Fenrir’s day. He had been successfully avoiding the nightly calls from his neighbors and fellow werewolves. He was in no way the head of a pack, but there were quite a few ex-wizards and wayward werewolves following in his footsteps.

The girl had been right about the full moon. It was coming and he had to prepare Harry for the change. Fenrir had no idea how his other half would receive Harry. There was no doubt in his mind that they were more than lovers, they were mates destined to spend the remainder of their days together. Fenrir was unsure if his other half would agree.

“Listen to me, Harry. It’s important–"

“I know, I know,” Harry began, I have to stay inside. I’ll barricade the door and I’ll need my wand back as well. Where did you hide it anyway?”

Fenrir fought the urge to shake his onetime enemy, “LISTEN!” Fenrir shouted losing his temper. Harry pressed his lips together in a thin line. He didn‘t look cooperative in the least. “We are doing this my way and that means that you will not hide in here.” Fenrir waved his hands around indicated the cottage around them.

“When I return to this form I would like a home to come back to and not a pile of rubble. Under no circumstances are you to come inside to hide.”

“Who said I would be hiding,” Harry muttered as he folded his arms across his chest.

Fenrir decided to take the high road and ignored the comment. “It makes perfect sense to a wizard’s mind to hide and perhaps if you were not my chosen mate I would agree. As you are my chosen one, we have to establish a relationship between myself, you and my more natural side.

“’Your ‘more natural side’ is that what you call a three hundred pound killer nowadays? I was under the impression that you had changed somewhat. I may get ripped to shreds.”

“You will not.” Fenrir shook his head. “Listen to me for a moment and consider this, if Grey doesn’t agree with you as my choice of partner –which is highly unlikely—then maybe you will be in some danger.”

Although Fenrir continued to stress how unlikely that was Harry didn’t look as if he believed him. Fenrir hadn’t properly turned him and he honestly didn’t plan too. Harry was wonderful the way he was and much tastier. Their sex life was satisfying even though there were some more daring sexual positions that Fenrir would like to try before they were too old to manipulate their bodies into such diverse positions.

The discussion ended better than Fenrir could have hoped considering the distance that had grown between them. Harry was angry and Fenrir thought he understood why.

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Harry sat down on the bottom step leading up to the cabin entrance. Fenrir was standing a few feet away arms spread wide. He was embracing the change that would overcome him while Harry basked in the presence of the full moon, he found himself fighting its intoxication. Fear had settled into his stomach and it ruled all else. Harry wanted to survive this night and live to see morning. Being in the company of a werewolf did nothing to assure of him of that possibility.

A stray thought came to Harry as he watched Fenrir bask in the coming glow of the moon. Fenrir didn’t care what muggles let alone wizards thought of him. That certainly fulfilled Harry’s expectations in a mate: a man who could hold his own in the eyes of the public. Sure Harry would probably never be allowed to top Fenrir, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t wrestle for the position every now and then. Harry had expected to wait a while for sexual fulfillment. Being a catcher for such an overpowering pitcher almost made Harry forget who wielded the most powerful wand in the world. Of course, that didn’t stop Fenrir from hiding his wand from him.

Harry was contemplating the ability to call his wand to him when Fenrir interrupted his thoughts. “It’s time.”

"That was cliché,” Harry muttered as the glow of the full moon encased Fenrir in his own cocoon of light. The transformation was almost instantaneous. One moment Fenrir the man was standing before him and the next Fenrir’s alter ego, Grey was hunched a few feet in front of him.

Harry found his breath and evened it as he tried to blend into the cabin behind him. So far, Grey seemed preoccupied with his fur. His head was curled into his shoulder and was shaking wildly. Harry bit his tongue as Grey turned his head and sniffed the air. Long audible intakes of breath with the occasional snort caused Harry’s heart to beat faster.

Grey’s eyes locked onto Harry as he attempted to stand. Harry lost his balance and slipped back onto the stoop. In the few seconds it took for Harry to land on his bum, Grey appeared before him. To Harry’s eyes it was as if Grey had floated to his present position. Harry expected Grey to bare his fangs and growl at him. When neither occurred, Harry swallowed hard and allowed himself to breath slowly.

The large dark eyes that bored into Harry’s eyes were serious and calculating. Where did Fenrir disappear to when Grey took control? Were there any memories for Grey to relate to when he stared at Harry?

“Hello,” Harry offered lightly. His voice was higher pitched than usual, but there was no way he could talk normally to a killing a machine like this. Come to think of it, Remus had been a rather rowdy werewolf maybe even a little playful. Grey on the other hand, he was posed in a half crouched position. Harry could tell that Grey wasn’t the adventurous type at least right now he wasn’t.

The heavy breathing from Grey made Harry wish that whatever Grey was going to do would just happen. The suspense of it all was unappreciated to say the least. Grey granted Harry his unspoken wish when he leaned forward and inhaled several times. Harry instinctively moved back in response which enticed Grey closer. Harry eventually raised his hands to push

Grey away without thinking. After all, this wasn’t Fenrir. He wasn’t sure how Grey would react.

Harry jumped sideways off the stoop when Grey bared his teeth and lunged forward. Grey knocked his head against the door as Harry sprang in the opposite direction. Harry’s feet ached as individual rocks and twigs made impressions in the soles of his feet.

Harry skidded to a stop when Grey appeared in front of him. “God, I’m naked and I’m running away from a wild mythical beast. I can’t believe this is my life.” Harry muttered to himself.

Harry had half a thought to believe that the damn beast was playing with him. Every time Grey cornered Harry he would bare his teeth and pant hard as if laughing in an unusual animalistic way.

Harry swore as he ducked behind a nearby tree. He gazed up at the full moon through the branches and scowled. The sound of a deep cry in the distance made him look around in a crazed frenzy. Harry turned at the sudden feeling of fur against his back and hips. Grey bristled next to him.

“What’s that?” Harry murmured partially expecting Grey to answer in some way. The only response Harry received was Grey’s scratchy hairs rubbing and slightly stabbing him. Harry pressed himself against the bark of what he thought to be an elm tree to get away from the awkward touch. Harry groaned heavily as the rough bark made imprints into his flesh as Grey raised himself on to his hind legs.

Harry would have melted into the tree if he could have. He didn’t know that Grey would be so tall when he stood. He was a good head taller than Fenrir was. Harry found it difficult to swallow and breathe simultaneously and gagged as he tried to regulate his proper bodily functions. Grey spared him a long glance before springing forward and roaring loud enough to scare sleeping birds and perhaps even bats into scattering into the night sky.

Harry stepped backward when Grey began to move with a sense of urgency. His coarse cries were sporadic and violent. He scratched at nearby trees and Harry couldn’t help but notice that he moved in a horizontal line. Harry didn’t bother waiting to be noticed by the enraged beast choosing instead to run back to the cottage to hell with Fenrir’s warning. Harry figured once he had his wand back he could transfigure a new home for them to fuck in.

The sound of Grey’s bellowing voice followed Harry as he made it back to the small clearing the cottage sat in. The glow of the moon fell like rays of sunlight on to the cottage and gave Harry a surreal perception of reality. Harry stopped in the midway between the line of the forest and the cottage’s front door. He would need something to break the window with.

While Harry was looking around for a large enough rock, Grey made his advance. The roars between him and some other beast were increasing in frequency. The hair on Grey’s back looked sharp in the moonlight. Harry finally found a rock large enough and headed for the front of the cottage. He glanced over his should every other minute as Grey began attacking some bushes in the distance.

“He’s clearly mad. Fucking mad.” Harry shook his head. With a deep breath that he felt all the way down to his loins, Harry lifted the stone and hefted it towards the window. Harry pushed as much energy and magic into the toss as he could and watched in muted horror as it bounced off the glass. Harry stood still for a moment; dumbfounded. The glass was magically protected? Fenrir had really thought of everything but Harry’s safety.

Numb, Harry moved to sit on the steps in front of the cottage. He could hear Grey in the background growling about something. The sound of limbs being ripped from the trees or bushes didn’t faze Harry. The monster was out of his bloody mind.

Harry didn’t think it could get worse until it began to rain. On such a clear night, Harry didn’t think that the moon and the god of thunder would bond together to punish him in such a way. His body was growing weary as the night wore on. Raising his head to at least glare at the rain clouds above, Harry’s eyes met Grey’s.

Harry would have smashed himself against the door of the cottage if it weren’t for the fact that he was two steps shy of the door and his body wouldn’t move even if he commanded it to.

Grey closed his mouth and Harry presumed that he was swallowing what saliva he had left after drizzling most of it on Harry. It hadn’t been raining after all. One of Grey’s paws reached forward its claws were clogged with dirt and debris. Harry wasn’t sure what his face looked like but he was sure it was stuck in the ugliest expression he could muster. If he sniffed hard enough Harry was sure he would be able to smell the werewolf’s arousal. As Grey stood on his hind legs Harry was greeted by the sight of Grey’s crown jewel. It was definitely standing at attention.

“Yeah,” Harry looked away towards the tree line. He tried to focus despite his lack of clear vision. Although, curiously enough in his panic earlier Harry was sure that his vision had been more focused and almost normal. Perhaps the combination of adrenaline, magic –which had proved rather useless—and his new found almost werewolf like capabilities had given him keener sight.

Though Harry was unsure how to break the news to Grey about his own lack of attraction Harry was determined to draw the line somewhere. “So, I don’t really do the interspecies thing Maybe Fenrir didn’t tell you telepathically or something but I—”

As much as Harry would have liked finishing his sentence he found that he couldn’t. Harry raised his eyes and met the full gaze of the moon as the clouds parted above him. It hadn’t been a cloudy night before. His body moved effortlessly after Grey. Harry walked until he stood in front of what looked like a make shift bed of leaves mixed in with a few branches.

Harry was very aware of his discomfort at the thought of sitting or lying on a thorny pile of sticks and was pleasantly surprised when Grey made a point of grooming himself over the mound. Harry wasn‘t sure if the clumps of hair slowly descending would be enough but the stray thought was dismissed when his body followed an unspoken command to lie down.

Grey loomed over Harry panting. He moved around Harry circling him as if taking his time before pouncing. Harry stared straight ahead at the dark sky contrasted against the bright moon. From his place on the ground, Harry could smell the dew just beginning to settle on the earth. The scent of the earth was pungent. Licking his dry lips, Harry tried to focus on his senses. His teeth still possessed their sharpened edge. His eyesight was still keen in the darkness. He’d had no trouble spotting the stone that didn’t break the front window.

Harry closed his eyes and listened to the way Grey danced around him. Grey’s paws padded the ground almost seductively. Something inside of Harry stirred and he didn’t have to wait long for what Grey had planned. Grey made contact through one of the most sensitive and moist parts of the body animal or human. Harry gulped air quickly as he felt his throat tighten.

Grey’s tongue swirled roughly around his length. Harry imagined that he could feel the individual taste buds of Grey’s long thick organ working to massage every veins, every millimeter of his precious flesh.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat every other second. He couldn’t control his pulse. Harry growled coarsely as he came without thought. Though he was soft, Grey leaned further into his lap. Harry swore softly. He raised his right knee in an attempt to gain some leverage over the beast. He could feel his canines elongating. They had nothing to dig into. Nothing but air to grasp.

When Grey’s heavy front paw forced Harry’s leg, he obeyed and curled his fists into the dirt and limbs beneath him. It wasn’t long before Harry found himself hardening. He let go of any feelings of embarrassment and released a satisfied and somewhat frustrated cry into the night. If Fenrir had been present he could have sated his longing to be fucked. It seemed that a part of him intuitively that Grey would never go farther than oral pleasure.

And though Harry was more than pleased with Grey’s strategy and thoughtful reaction to him, he needed more. Harry wasn’t a full werewolf. He and Grey would never share a complete mating if he stayed the way he was.

In a rare moment of clarity, Harry listened to the fellow cries from other wolves in the distance. Harry had a faint understanding that he and Grey weren’t the only ones pleasuring themselves on this night under the watchful eye of the full moon.

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“It was bloody brilliant.” Harry ran his fingers through his hair. A stream of water drizzled through his scalp and trickled down his back. The sun shone in its midday position in the sky. Harry smiled grimly despite his mood, he hadn’t bathed in a creek before.

Fenrir smirked beside him. He was standing waist deep in the water. Harry frowned perhaps it wasn’t a creek but a shallow river. The trees on either side gave him shade from above. Fenrir stood just a few feet away.

“I take it Grey didn’t attack you then?”

Harry shook his head in reply. He had awakened to a nearly distraught Fenrir who had pressed his ear against Harry’s chest. Harry supposed that the light scratches on his chest had been one indication of how his night had gone.

Harry shook his head as he stopped pondering the terrain. The sex had been amazing. Who knew a tongue could do so much? Especially that of a cursed being.

“I don’t mean to interrupt such exciting thoughts,” Fenrir gestured to Harry’s growing erection, “but you still have a meeting to attend.”

Harry looked down at his hands as they floated in the water. It was murky brown color. He could see his withering erection and his feet below in the hazy mist of mud. It was time that he entered reality once more. This reprieve wasn’t meant to last forever. Harry had realized that but he didn’t think he would dread returning so quickly.

There was his job to think of and of course the ever curious public. His dear friends and family were also questioning his allegiance in addition to his sexuality. What would he say? And how would he explain this whole predicament?

It had all started so innocently at a club that no longer existed. Two strangers meeting by happenstance and enjoying the pleasures of each others’ company. It was more of nature’s doing than anything else.

“Can’t disappoint them right? I mean we haven’t even figured out what I am. I’m not a wolf. I’m not completely human either.”

Harry fought the urge to shake off Fenrir’s gentle embrace. His mood wasn’t exactly foul, but he didn’t need comfort right now, he needed a solution.

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R&R

Sorry about being so late. I’ve been looking for a job which is time consuming and depressing. I actually didn’t have any mojo left to write when I kept getting rejection after rejection after rejection. I hate the economy.

If I missed something, I'll fix it when I'm not so tired...;)
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