AN: If you were previously following this fic and are wondering why it disappeared from FFN or why I started posting again... Well, I deleted this fic at the start of April as I was growing demotivated by the poor response from readers on this site (157,000 Views and 385 Reviews at the time of deletion). Decided to start posting again because for years I've visited FFN as a reader and it just feels wrong to post elsewhere but not here.

WARNING

Story contains mature content unsuitable for young readers. Story also contains dark themes and disturbing content that can be upsetting to adult readers, including:

Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Forced Pregnancy, Wolf Sex, Descriptions of Violence and DRAMIONE.

Chapter 1

Hermione strained her ears to pick up the conversation taking place in the corner of the dimly lit room. Doing so made it easier for her to ignore the way her bare breasts jiggled with every clumsy step forward, though it did nothing to distract from the wands menacingly pressed against her bare neck and spine. In order to formulate an escape plan, she had to figure out where she was being held and what they planned to do with her. Ever since her capture the previous night, other than insulting her, the Death Eaters had dropped no clues of what was to happen to her. She was prepared to be tortured for information or killed on the spot, yet to her great confusion, neither one of those things had taken place.

As the Death Eaters wore masks at all times- none of the masks known to her- Hermione had also failed to identify any of her captors. Till now that was, for there was no mistaking the hulking form of Greyback as he stood deep in conversation with an unknown male in one corner of the room she had been forced to march into at wandpoint.

"Is that the Mudblood? She smells delicious."

"The Death-Eaters have fed her a fertility and strengthening potion- potent stuff, stronger than the usual, strong enough to make a witch's womb ready for our seed."

"I don't know if there's any truth to that claim but I can tell we're gonna have our hands full tonight keeping the pack in check. The way she smells, every unmated wolf, and some mated ones too, are gonna claw out their own skin for a chance to knot with her."

"That's the point. The Dark Lord wants us to use her to birth a new line of soldiers for his army-"

Hermione's blood ran cold as she recalled the potion her captors had shoved down her throat earlier that day. At the time they had distracted her by stripping off her clothes and inspecting her body for defects. She had not worried about the purpose of the potion as it was clearly not Veritaserum or anything else which could prove potentially dangerous to either Hermione herself or the Order; if anything the colour and odour had resembled a variety of health potions.

"Our Lord sends a gift for his loyal dogs," said one of the five Death Eaters holding their wand aimed at Hermione. His comrades must've found his statement particularly witty as they all snickered despite the soft growls emanating from the other side of the room. Another one of them roughly shoved her forward so she inelegantly landed in a heap on the hard floor.

"Shouldn't a gift be wrapped?" asked the unknown man taking in her naked state as he stepped away from Greyback and stalked towards her.

"Easy Gunnolf, the wizards were probably saving us some time; they know the Mudblood's here so my wolves can breed her and if she can't get pregnant she'll do as a snack. Fucking or feeding, clothes would be useless either way."

Even though he was talking about her, it was the Death Eaters who shuddered at the sight of Greyback's toothy grin.

"Now, why don't you fellas return to serve at the feet of our Lord? Wouldn't want my wolves showing up and mistaking you for a meal now, would you?"

Hermione would've laughed at the way the Death Eaters scrambled to exit the room if not for the reason they were doing so.

"Gunnolf, go check on the pack- I can sense their excitement over discovering a bitch in heat so close to them. I'll join you in a moment."

Hermione tried to see where the other man, Gunnolf, was headed but couldn't as she felt her head painfully yanked in the other direction, accompanied by a stinging in her scalp. She didn't need to open her eyes to know it was Greyback manhandling her.

"I don't particularly care for Mudbloods, but I hear you're cleverer than others. So listen to me, and listen well. You're going to live here and let my wolves fuck their cubs into you. When you give birth to a litter, we'll give you replenishing potions so you're ready to produce another litter for us. This is your life now. I suggest you quickly get used to it. The wizards said, the potion they gave you will have you nice and wet, so you may actually enjoy this. But if you try to be clever or use magic on us in anyway, we'll skip the potions and fuck you raw while we eat you."

Greyback effortlessly picked up Hermione and tossed her on one of the rickety old beds lined against one wall of the room. Due to the poor lighting she had failed to notice them when she was first brought in. A howl from somewhere in the house sent a shiver up her spine. At first she thought it was caused by fear, but a second howl made her thighs wet with slick.

She struggled to keep her wits about her and listen to the words coming out of Greyback's mouth but all she could focus on was the ache in her pussy and the moisture pooling between her thighs. Distracted by it, she didn't even notice Greyback leaving and locking the door behind him. In the haze of her heat, she drew herself up onto her knees- legs spread, back arched to present her cunt. Even with a wand she knew she was no match for the physical strength of a werewolf and now, lying here exposed, wandless and in heat- her scent driving the werewolf into a mating frenzy- she knew the only way for her to survive would be to submit to the wolf's desires.

A different door than the one she used to enter slammed open behind her causing her to freeze, her heart racing in anticipation and fear. The wolf panted, claws clacking on the stone floor as he made his way towards her.

Hermione jumped when a clawed hand grabbed her thigh and wrenched her back. Unceremoniously, the wolf thrust his tapered cock thrust into her slick pussy, wasting no time as he set a hard pace.

Unable to handle the force of the assault, Hermione's elbows gave out. Her chest hit the mattress, causing her nipples to sting as they grazed against the worn-out fabric, though it took only a moment for them to tighten and for pleasure to course though them all the way down to her toes.

She didn't notice the swell at the base of the wolf's cock until it started to catch on her entrance. It forced her passage wider and wider with no regard for the limits of Hermione's body. Hermione was no virgin; Ron had finally recognised she was a girl. However, since both of them were inexperienced, the one time they did have sex had involved a lot of kissing and petting, with Ron coming almost as soon as he entered her. Desperate to come herself, after their extended foreplay, she had used her fingers to stimulate herself to a climax, something Ron had taken as a personal insult at the time. Even though she had not cared, he had been too embarrassed about his performance to try and repeat it with her again.

Her body wasn't used to the kind of abuse being heaped on it at the moment. As the knot grew too wide to go in, the wolf gave one last vicious thrust of his hips and forced the knot inside Hermione, collapsing on top of her. His hips jerked while he continued to fill her womb to bursting; the knot ensuring every drop of his come lay trapped inside her.

Hermione wept in frustration, bucking her hips to create some friction- her body still flush and aching in need as she hadn't reached completion. The wolf snarled and placed its teeth on her neck. She held still as the wolf drenched her insides with come, causing Hermione to whimper with unfulfilled need.

When the knot finally began to shrink, the wolf pulled out leaving a trail of his semen behind it. His claws on Hermione's thighs forced her backwards- knees hitting the edge of the bed, feet hanging off. The wolf pushed her chest flush to the bed, brought her arse as high up as it would go, and fucked back into her- pulling almost all the way out at the end of every thrust, the tip of his tapered prick bumping against her clit only to be yanked back onto it till he was balls deep again.

Hermione's body lit up with sensation, her cunt grasping after the wolf's cock, desperate to be filled to bursting. She eagerly rubbed her clit, having no need to move otherwise as the wolf's frenzied thrusts gave her all the friction she needed. His knot brushed against something inside her, causing her body to tighten and her back to arch before she came all over the wolf's cock. The wolf's movements grew frantic as he attempted to push his knot all the way into her.

The wolf didn't stop rutting even after he howled his completion. He swivelled his hips so the base of his knot pressing against her clit. Hermione threw her head back as she once again felt her orgasm building up. Without a thought she squeezed her cunt as hard as she could while slowly rubbing circles on her nub. The knot deflated just enough for the wolf to start fucking in and out of her abused cunt- come squirting out around it.

She was so lost to the potion induced need burning through her veins she failed to notice that the moon had set and the wolf had shifted into a man. It didn't register in her mind that instead of the claws biting into her hips, she was being held by hands. Not even when one of those hands reached under her to pull her up, nor when it accidentally brushed against her nipples causing her to shudder.

The werewolf groaned at the way she felt around his cock and reached to play with her sensitive nipples. He grabbed one nipple, twisting and teasing it in a manner that had pleasure shooting down to her core, her muscles clenching at his knot locking them together again. He used both hands to draw her up closer into his lap with her back pressed into his chest and his mouth close to her ear. She could feel his every breath, every grunt tease the sensitive skin of her neck.

He continued to tease her nipples making her shiver in his arms and squeeze his cock which in turn made him shudder.

"Mine." He growled in her ears and pushed her down into the mattress again.

Through the daze of her orgasms she was finally able to discern he was grunting the same word over and over. She whimpered when she realised he wasn't just fucking her, but was laying his claim on her, both as a wolf and as a man. With her hands under her, Hermione could feel her stomach bloating with copious amounts of ejaculate stuffed inside her.

The creature showed no signs of stopping- pausing only to shove her away from the growing wet spot so he wouldn't slip while he fucked her. An exhausted Hermione, for her part, could only lie on her back and allow the werewolf to raise her legs so he could fuck her more deeply, letting out a whine if he pulled his cock out of her.

As it grew brighter outside the length of time they stayed knotted together grew shorter. The werewolf, though, seemed unbothered by it; he fucked her with wild abandon any time the knot shrank enough to allow movement. And stopped only when he was certain he'd bred her.

Before Hermione finally lost consciousness, she thought she heard a familiar voice say, "I'm so sorry, Granger."

AN: When I first started writing this fic it was supposed to be pure smut... somewhere along the way it changed (turning into a war-fic of sorts). While there are elements of action, this fic is mostly drama. Once again, consider yourself properly warned.

I'll be posting 2 chapters per week.