A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. This pairing was discovered by me, so gimme a little mention if you write them, thanks! And if you write them, NOTIFY me, I would like to read it.

There's a werewolf under my bed

"Oh, come now, Daphne, you can't keep pretending you aren't seeing me." He growled possessively, pressing a hungry kiss against her lips.

"Maybe not," She replied, her breath heavy, "but this secrecy is fun."

"Are you not afraid of what your parents, or your peers, would say?"

"If they were true, they wouldn't care." She said, tracing a finger along his nose. "You know my feelings, Fenrir, I don't see why I must hide it."

"Yet you do." He answered. Daphne smiled. Fenrir had become quite bookish in her presence, and he knew it too. The amount of words he could speak was now substantially larger. Daphne was always a great scholar, and it just rubbed off on Fenrir. She couldn't even remember how in world the two of them had begun to go out. It was just as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. And now she was so reliant on him, it wasn't even funny. He was her sick, twisted, odd boyfriend. Granted, he was older, much older, and he was a werewolf. Her parents wouldn't approve, at all, he was a mutt, wasn't he? They still expected her to marry off to Draco Malfoy, but she just couldn't. No matter how good looking the youngest Malfoy was, or how rich he was, her heart belonged to one werewolf.

"Daphne, darling!" It was her mother, mounting the stairs. Daphne and Fenrir shared a worried look, before he dove under her bed, and she forced the linen to cover him. Just in time they managed their task.

"Yes, mother?" She asked, sitting down on the bed.

"I could've sworn I heard voice. Isn't Draco here?" When her mother said Draco's name, it was as if a chill went down her mother's back. Was it just her, or was that a scowl forming on her lips.

"No, he's not. I've told you, I don't want to marry him." Daphne said for what felt like the thousandth time.

"Good, because he ran off with your sister."

Daphne started to laugh – she couldn't help it.

"Darling? Are you all right?"

"Mother, there's a werewolf under my bed, do you think I'm all right?"

"Oh no... I'll owl your father, shall I? He'd know what to do." Mrs. Greengrass said, shaking her head worriedly. "I fear for your sanity." With that she closed the doors behind her, leaving her mad daughter to her mad thoughts.

"As do I." Fenrir said from under her bed. "I fear your sanity has left you." Daphne helped him out from under her bed.

"I never had much of that to begin with." She grinned before pulling Greyback down for a kiss.

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A/N: Completely normal, don't you agree? Review anyways, though? This is the second in my 'there's a werewolf...' series. Not that they are related in any way, seeing as the first one was a Remmius fic, I just thought it would be cool to have a sort of funny series type thing where werewolves are always concerned. Anyways, that aside, please review!