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Savage Seduction	By : mad4moony Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 30147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Updated: 21/12/11

*Summary:* Post-war Timeline. It is 2003, 5 years after the war. With peace returning to the wizarding world at last, Hermione can get on with her life. Trouble is, her relationship with Ron has come to a standstill, and her career is abysmal at best, but what can she do? When a disturbing series of attacks are played out around her, what will happen to her? And what of Fenrir Greyback, the notorious werewolf who escaped the final battle against all odds? Will Fenrir come to claim his prize he was once promised by the Dark Lord?

A story of fear, obsession, hatred & love. Enjoy.

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Savage Seduction

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Do you love me?

Or am I just another trip in this strange relationship?

You push and pull me

and I'm about to lose my mind

Is this just a waste of time?

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“Oh Merlin, look at this one,” the red head shrieked with glee. A long well-manicured finger tapped the photo.

“Ah, no!”Hermione reached out and grabbed the photo album from Ginny. “You can’t see that one,” she blushed, clutching the album to her chest. They were sitting on a rather cushy sofa in the burrow, sharing a huge bar of chocolate and a bottle of wine. They had been alone until Ron and Harry sauntered in.

Originally the two girls were just looking through the photos from Ginny’s latest holiday. Harry and Ginny had only been married a few weeks now, and they had been to Albania for their honeymoon. But once they had knocked back a glass of wine each, they had brought out an older album from their school days. And that’s where the two boys had joined them. Ron was leaning over the back of the sofa to glance at the album. He was taller with fewer freckles and had much broader shoulders now. He had become quite handsome not unlike his brother Charlie, who was renowned for his good looks. Harry was sitting on the arm of the sofa overlooking Ginny. He looked as much the same as he ever did, except more lanky and grown up looking, handsome but quite plain.

“Oh come on Hermione, nothing we haven’t seen before!” Ron exclaimed. Hermione blushed furiously but let the album fall back to its original place so they could all see. It was only a photo of her from first year. She was grinning furiously and clutching a handful of books, her brown bushy hair was taking up most of the photo. “Blimey!” Ron exclaimed, and all three spectators burst out laughing.

“Come on let’s see the next one!” Said Ginny flipping the pages over whilst holding her wine glass a little precariously – which made Harry keep a wary eye on it. They roared with laughter again, as a picture of young Ron in a homemade jumper stood beaming up at them. His grin reached from ear to ear, and as he waved, in the distant background you could clearly see Fred making strangling gestures and George was doubled over with laughter. Hermione could hardly stifle a laugh, well, an eye for an eye..

Suddenly a nearby door burst open and in waltzed Mrs Weasley. “Come on now dear’s it’s getting very late. You all know we have to be up bright and early tomorrow!”She bustled over to the fire and set about putting it out.

“We know mum,” Ginny commented dryly, “I don’t understand why you expect us to be up so early. It’s only Christmas – we’re not kids anymore.” Mrs Weasley simply pursed her lips and shooed them from the sofa. She hadn’t adjusted well to all her children leaving home. Harry led the way from the comfy den of the Burrow and up the rickety stairs with Hermione at the rear.

Hermione was sharing a room with Ron in his old bedroom; it was the first they came to. She wished the newlyweds good night and disappeared with Ron behind the door.

“I’m exhausted,” Ron yawned throwing himself on the bed. Hermione gave a tired smile and sat herself down at the dressing table. She looked at her auburn curls and sighed. They weren’t that bad were they? Her hair was better now, sleekly curly not bushy – yet she still had to put up with jokes from the rest of them. Didn’t they understand that all first years had some horrible quirks to them but they grew out of it eventually?

She sat for awhile at the table, taking out her earrings and wiping off her makeup. She looked in the reflection of the mirror and could see Ron’s chest rising and falling in a deep sleep already. They had been an item for five years now. They were engaged in fact, but nothing would eventually come of it Hermione was sure. She didn’t know if she loved him anymore. Their lives were too stressful, both worked tight schedules at the Ministry – they just didn’t have time for love anymore - it was sad really, but she didn’t like to dwell on it much.

Absent-mindedly she changed into her night clothes and brushed her hair into a ponytail and got into the small four-poster bed, all along thinking about the future and how positively dismal it looked. She had a very high-end job in the Ministry, in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement but the rest of her life just seemed to pass her by. She did want kids someday, but not yet. It was strange, you’d have thought because she was such a strong-willed person she would have got out of this situation by now; but not when it came to love. Love could make you blind and weak.

She sighed and picked up the newspaper at her bedside table. It was yesterday’s but she hadn’t got round to reading it – since she was busy with Ginny most of the day. Hermione was glad that one of her closest friends was still around to talk to. They had a great time over Christmas, shopping and out partying together. Hermione had introduced Ginny to nightclubs and many other muggle activities which always ended in hilarity.

She read through the paper, pausing to re-read some sentences. Nothing too big, but a few pages in she saw a medium sized article about the sighting of Fenrir Greyback. She sighed. The werewolf was still at large, 5 years on and the ministry still had failed to catch him. It was bad enough that he had escaped the Battle of Hogwart’s mortally wounded – the place had been swarming with Ministry officials. “Incompetent,” she muttered under her breath. He had been sighted more than four times in the past few weeks; he was obviously being careless, he was after all, now one of the most feared men in Britain.

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The next few days were a bit overwhelming. Mrs Weasley kept reminding her and Ron that it was Christmas time and there was no time like the present. Hermione inwardly grimaced every time Molly tried to discuss a wedding with her. Ron was as always, oblivious to any of this and Hermione always had to put on a good face and humour his doting mother.

It was the day after Boxing Day and the fire was crackling in the den. Hermione was curled up in a reading chair with the newspaper, and Ginny and Harry were on the opposite sofa snuggling and generally being annoying and cute. Ron was lying down in front of the fire, snoozing with his hand resting on his full stomach. Mrs Weasley had grossly over-estimated how much Christmas Dinner she would need to make, they had been eating Turkey dinners for every meal since!

Teddy Lupin had arrived two days before with his grandmother Andromeda Tonks for Christmas dinner and they had stayed over to celebrate the holidays. The little boy just looked so like his father it made a knot in Hermione’s chest every time she looked at him. She was awfully fond of Remus Lupin, it had taken a while for it to sink in for everybody. The little boy was 5 now, and he came to visit The Weasleys regularly.

He was currently pulling books out of a bookshelf near the fireplace. “Here look, here’s one about werewolves. Can we read this one?” he looked around holding the heavy book up in the air. Hermione looked up from her paper, and Ginny immediately sprang into action.

“No, let’s read this one!” She said picking up another book from the arm of the sofa. “It’s about dragons,” she wiggled the book in the air in front of Teddy, “Uncle Charlie brought it back for us from Romania.” The little boy nodded and set the book he was holding on the coffee table and Harry scooted over so he could sit between them while Ginny read.

Hermione looked over and smiled. The trio sitting on the opposite sofa looked so good together; they would make a great family. She felt happiness for Harry and Ginny, but she pitied herself as she looked at the rug in front of the fire where Ron lay. He smiled in his sleep, and she smiled back remembering the little things she had always liked about him. If only she had more happy memories to hang on to. It’s not that she didn’t love him at all, but they had grown apart since their teens.

They shared a rented cottage not far from Ottery St. Catchpole, but it hardly seemed like they were living together. When she was at work, he wasn’t and when she got home he was almost always out. In a way it sorted of suited Hermione down to a tee, she liked her peace and quiet, and she never had to make a fuss over what to cook for dinner. Hell, it was if they weren’t even engaged at all. The romance had all but fizzled out at least a year ago, that perhaps was completely Hermione's fault.

Hermione folded up her newspaper, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. She didn’t want to disturb the peace and get up to find more reading materials so she leant forward and grabbed the book Teddy had set down from the coffee table. The cover was faded and the book itself was ancient. Why on earth it was in the house was beyond her. She opened the cover and gasped, the Hogwarts Stamp was on the first page. Her eyes bulged – a stolen book, not returned, probably Fred or Georges doing. She opened the book in the middle, and feeling awfully guilty she started to read.

'There are three stages of a lycanthropic cycle.

Stage one

First there is the human stage; the being is as normal as any other witch or wizard. Werewolves raised as a recluse often find this the hardest stage, because they are unused to their wide new spectrum of emotions and actions.

Stage two

The second stage is brought about by the stages of the moon. A week before the full moon a werewolf will begin to administer these changes. This is known to be called their ‘half-wolf’ stage. Facial and body hair will grow alarmingly quickly. Their bodies will produce an unnatural amount of keratin which makes their nails grow thicker to take on the appearance of claws. Their teeth become more pronounced and sharp – this is among the most noticeable trait of this stage. They will appear as human but with these distinguishing features .They will be very temperamental.

Stage three

At the full moon the werewolf will transform into a full were-wolf state, this can be incredibly painful for most werewolves. They also lose the ability to think as a human, and run on animalistic pretenses. Werewolves are known for cold-blooded killing and will not think twice about killing those closest to them. If a werewolf cannot attack others when it is transformed then it will attack itself causing the post-moon being to be traumatized physically and mentally. After the full moon the cycle starts to work in reverse. They spend just a few days in their 'half-wolf' stage and then become fully human again.

Bred or Bitten Theory

Lycanthrophy has two variations, the strain that is contracted through infected werewolf wounds and the strain that is introduced to the specimen through their DNA. In layman's terms these strains are referred to as Bred/Born or Bitten. There are too few studies available to show the differences between strains but the characteristics have been theorized.

It is said that beings that are born werewolves and not bitten have a natural affinity with their disease. They feel little or no pain in transformations, and also seem to keep the second stage traits throughout the whole cycle, or at least a prolonged period of time. It has been documented that werewolves that have been bred are known to be able to control their cycle - They can transform at random and not just at the full moon and the strongest of werewolves can retain their ability to think as a human. Therefore it’s said that these kinds of werewolves are ‘Superwolves’ and are superior to their weaker counterparts, but this is only debate. This has been a criticized study as some theorists believe that only pure-bred werewolves and not just "bred" werewolves retrain the ability to control their disease.

A study by Augustus Farrow in 1803 documented the cycles of five bitten werewolves and one bred werewolf. He noted that none of the bitten specimen could control their behaviour, and seemed to suffer immensely at their transformation, and subsequent withdraw period. However the bred werewolf showed little pain in transformation although still showed remorse for their actions in the withdrawal period. The study was largely disregarded because of the ratio of specimen but Farrow argued that werewolves were not accepted in most societies and identifying as a bred werewolf was extremely dangerous, and that his study still showed the struggle that bitten werewolves had.

Breeding Habits

There has been very few documented breeding habits or births in werewolf culture. Studies show that the majority of recorded werewolves are bitten and not bred, and this has led some to speculate that breeding werewolves seek out the best blood to carry on their lineage; this would be a strong willed pure-blood werewolf. Since their numbers are in decline, breeding becomes harder to achieve, and therefore this is the reason for decline in breeding statistics.

It should be noted that the although the rate of lycanthropy is consistant within the past five years, the rate of werewolf attacks are rising, and so birth rates are decreasing. This means that bitten werewolves are not passing on their lycanthropy to offspring. Leonard Folstat, a renowned lycanthrophy professor, states that bitten werewolves have only a 50% chance to pass on their disease to their offspring whereas bred werewolves have a much higher statistic. In fact all recorded offspring sired from bred werewolves have inherited their fathers lycanthropy. It is not known if they can sire offspring without passing on the disease.

Folstat also agrees that 'Superwolves' do exist. "It is quite possible for them to exist. Bred werewolves have been noted to have an affinity with their disease and pursue animalistic desires rather than human...I think that is is quite reasonable to assume a male werewolf who spends most of his time as a beast, so to speak, would seek out a mate of...similar kind and copulate. Therefore raising offspring with extremely animalistic tendancies. This would ultimately, and over time, create a unique race. Perhaps they are out there now - living a full live as a wolf-man and not a human."

Appearance

The likenesses between an actual wolf and a werewolf are strikingly similar yet very easy distinguishable. A werewolf in full form is somewhat like a wolf; its body is longer and stretched out. A werewolf will usually stand tall on its back legs, yet its front arms are longer than a human’s arm, enabling it to run on all fours. They are notably bigger than wolves, and their head is strikingly similar except for the angle of which it sits. It appears to have the torso of a human, with broad shoulders and a raised back, to support the larger head. Their legs and arms are built with more muscle and their feet are large equivalents of a wolves paw, yet their hands retain their human form although bigger and with larger claws, meaning they can make full use of their opposable thumbs. But the easiest way to distinguish a werewolf from a wolf (If you are still having trouble) is that a werewolf has a considerably shorter tail.’

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Later that night Hermione tossed and turned in her sleep, she was dreaming of the night they were caught by the snatchers - it always came back to haunt her. It had taken her awhile to get over the emotional damage Bellatrix had caused by using the Cruciatus curse on her. The physical torture had worn her body out too; she had never been quite the same. Greyback had been the one that caught them and brought them to Malfoy Manor, lurching over her like a perverted old drunk. Bellatrix even promised him she could have her, and Hermione remembered how repulsed she was at him. She remembered him vividly, the way his hair slicked back against his head, grime built up about his face. His teeth so grotesque and he was always smiling, that horrible little smirk. It made her shudder. He was dirty and hairy and his breath – she could remember so well. He had rasped ‘sweet nothings’ in her ear, his breath stank like rancid meat. Hermione shuddered and pulled the blankets tighter around her for comfort. He was still on the loose, probably wreaking havoc on some other young girls. It was one face she never hoped to see again.

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After the Christmas holidays the Burrow got quiet, Harry and Ginny were off to their new house in Carlisle, she envied them. They were so loved up - she remembered a time when she and Ron had been like that. The couple stayed an extra day at the Burrow, helping Mrs Weasley to adjust to the sudden lack of family around her. But they promised her they would be round for Sunday Lunch before stepping into the fireplace and being transported to their own house.

The cottage itself was tiny, but cosy. It was all they had needed, one bedroom, one study-turned library, a kitchen with its own pantry (Which Hermione took delight in, as she was now a dab hand at cooking), a drawing room they used for dinner parties as small as they may be, and a cosy living room. The garden was tiny too, but littered with wildflowers that she adored. They were surrounded by oat fields completely – there was a tiny yard surrounding the house where Hermione’s car sat, and a tiny lane whittled out of the tall forests of oat stalks crept around the side of the house and trickled out over the horizon.

The couple stepped out of the kitchen fireplace, and hung up their coats. She embraced Ron in a warming hug and said goodnight before turning in for the night. No doubt he would stay up and watch TV, she thought. She smiled to herself as she remembered his expression the first time he had seen it. She climbed the stairs and entered their bedroom. It was small but homey. She took off her dress and shoes and slipped into a floaty nightdress. She continued with her hair and make-up ritual at her own dressing table and then climbed into bed.

That night she dreamed about the department of Mysteries and Sirius’ death. Then she dreamed about Malfoy Manor, and she thrashed about in her sleep. She couldn’t get Bellatrix’s glare out of her head, and Greybacks awful grin. She remembered Lucius too, he looked stony-faced, even Narcissa had more composure than him. She twisted and turned in her nightmare before eventually falling into a silent slumber.

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A/N: Well Guys hoped you liked this rewrite. Anyway PLEASE review my work, I really appreciate it! Even if it’s just to say “Cool Story” Also don’t forget to rate it :D

Why the Lyrics: I chose those lyrics because it sorta made me feel like thats the relationship between Ron and Hermione. She doesn’t know if she will be with Ron forever, they just don’t know if they love each other anymore.

I foresee: Panties & Shopping Trips! Ooh!

*Lyrics - Darren Hayes, Strange Relationship
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