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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 7

Throughout the following months, Fenrir was astounded at how much Hermione had grown; nearly seven inches in just under a year. But he was pleased when she seemed to just stop growing all of a sudden - if she was short, she was easier to dominate. Her friendship with Lauren developed into that of young ladies instead of children, often talking about girly things and gossiping. It was when a lone wolf entered the Pack that Lauren divulged a huge secret.

“He’s my mate!” Lauren gushed excitedly, holding the small apple basket to her chest.

Hermione looked up from her picking of wild flowers. “Who?” She asked, straightening up.

“The lone wolf. Charles.” She cooed his name. Charles was a lone wolf the Pack had taken in the moment they realised that he and Lauren smelt the same.

Never had Hermione seen Lauren so taken over a boy. Sure, they’d both had crushes on some of the boys in the Pack, but never to the basket-hugging extent.

“You could call him Charlie.” She smiled.

Lauren giggled. “And he’s so handsome, isn’t he?”

“How old is he?”

“Twenty-two.”

“You’re fifteen. Not a bad age difference. I mean, what about that poor newborn? Her mate’s nearly fifty! Imagine that! When she comes of age, he’ll be late sixties! Gross!”

“I know. But at least I get a cute boy with a nice body and a cute face.”

“I’d hardly call him a boy, Lauren.” Hermione laughed, moving over to a patch of mint.

“Yeah.” She sighed dreamily. She seemed to stare at nothing for a minute before snapping back to reality. “Imagine what our children will look like!” Maybe not quite reality...

!”!

Hermione and Lauren were in the dinner hall at breakfast the next day when Hermione finally asked,

“Does he know?” She and Lauren were the only ones in the room, barring the Omega - the lowest member of the Pack who was basically a slave.

“Of course he knows!”

“Has he spoken to you?” Hermione put a spoonful of cereal in her mouth and chewed. She didn’t quite know how they managed to acquire things like cereal and canned goods if they lived in the middle of nowhere. But whatever; food was food and it tasted good.

“Well...Not really. But I’m sure that he’s been very busy-”

“Yesterday he was at the circle for two hours, just drinking with the boys. I hardly think he’s that busy, love.”

“Well...Maybe he-” She stopped talking when the door to the room opened and Charles entered the room. He didn’t say anything while he chose a seat at the far end of the huge table, selected his food and started eating. He never looked up from his plate, not even when Hermione glared at him or Lauren moon-eyed at him.

“Okay, this is ridiculous.” Hermione declared, standing up. She walked around to the other side of the table, grabbed Lauren’s hand, pulled her up and dragged her to Charles. He finally looked up after swallowing a bite of sausage. “Hello Charles, I’m Hermione and this is-”

“Lauren, I know.” He spoke softly, almost too softly for them to hear, even with their advanced hearing.

“Good. Well, then, surely if you know her name, you know how important she is.”

“I know she is my mate, yes.”

“So why have you yet to speak to her?”

“Because I have been very busy and I have not been able to talk to her since I arrived.” He said earnestly.

“And why not?”

“Because she has always been around someone, but I do not trust myself alone with her.”

“And why not?” He raised a meaningful eyebrow at her. “Oh. Well...That’s one problem solved. But you will be spending more time with her?”

“Yes, of course.” He said courteously.

“Okay. Well, we’ll be off.” Hermione said, leading her protesting friend out of the room. Charles chuckled to himself as he watched them leave.

!”!

“Lauren tells me that you confronted Charles on her behalf this morning.” Fenrir said amused at dinner.

“Yes, I did.” Hermione said proudly, watching how her friend and her mate were sitting next to each other, talking animatedly. She felt a strange twang in her gut as she watched them. Fenrir noticed.

“That will be you in a few years.” He said quietly. The people closest to them suddenly went quiet, believing that that was the moment that their Alpha was going to reveal that he was Hermione’s mate.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll have a mate in a few years.” He sipped his brandy. Werewolves rarely drank; it made them pee far too often. Hermione scoffed. His eyebrows rose. “You don’t want a mate?”

“No way.” She put a forkful of mashed potato in her mouth.

“And why not?”

“I’ve seen how submissives are treated.” She said seriously. “And no way will I allow myself to be treated like that. Always being wrong, never having an opinion, never having any say in anything...Not for me, thank you very much.”

“So what will you do?” Fenrir asked angrily, gripping the brandy glass.

“I don’t know. I mean, I know that most wolves stay in the Pack they’re born in. But that sounds boring. Staying in one place for the however-many years I’ll be alive? What if I live to be, like, three-hundred? Three-hundred years in this camp. That would drive me crazy.”

“What about your mate? Would he travel with you?”

“Fenrir, who says I’ll ever meet my mate? Some wolves don’t; even in Packs.”

“Those are the exceptions. The very rare exceptions.”

“Fenrir, please! Just accept it; not everyone in your Pack has a mate. You don’t have to play matchmaker and try to have a perfect Pack.” She snapped, grabbing an orange from a nearby bowl and leaving the room.

!”!

Lauren found her on the steps to her family’s hut, peeling the orange. She stood in front of her for a second, silent, before the younger girl scooted over to let her friend sit down. They sat together for a few minutes before Hermione finally grumbled,

“Why is he such an arse?” Lauren tilted her head in question. “I’ve been in this Pack for nearly five years, Lauren.” She state solemnly. “And he still treats me like that little nine year old I was when I came here. And he brings up the mates thing at every opportunity.” She sighed, popping a slice of orange into her mouth. She chewed it thoughtfully, swallowed and looked at her friend. “Tell me; is it just me? I mean, is he as arrogant as I think? Or am I just being disrespectful of the man who’s taken care of me for five years?”

“He’s...Cocky. But he’s Alpha, so it comes with the territory.”

“Lauren?”

“Yeah?”

“If I asked you an honest question, do you think you could give me an honest answer?”

She laughed. “I should think so.”

“Now, I’m not asking for hut numbers or names.” Lauren visibly bristled. “Is my mate in the Pack?”
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