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I came across a Hermione Granger/Fenrir Greyback fic and it was... interesting to say the least, I don't know why I love to read about Hermione being with the darker misunderstood characters but I do and Fenrir is perfect! There isn't a whole lot of this pairing out there so I'm gonna give it a try.

This will be an AU obviously, starting while Harry and Dumbledore are atop the astronomy tower and the rest of the gang are battling death eaters. In this AU instead of attacking Harry and getting stunned Fenrir Greyback grabs Hermione and disappears into the forest with her. My muse for this story came from LameBicycle98 her story Hunted made me want more, it's relatively short a quick but good read.

Please read and review; I'd love to hear every and anyone's opinions and ideas.

(IMPORTANTE!)Fenrir will be slightly nicer as the story progresses but major warnings in the beginning. I will not describe any nonconsensual lewd acts in detail. As I am against underage sex acts I would like to add that Hermione's birthday is September 19th so in this story at least please assume that Hermione turned 12 a few weeks into her first year and as such she would've 17 at the beginning of the year this story is taking place. 17 is legal in their world but as she used the time turner so much in third year we shall say she 18 or at least vey near to 18.

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Chapter 1. Felix Felicis

"Stupefy!" screamed Hermione, aiming her wand at a lumpy death eater whose sex she couldn't quite determine.

Pausing just long enough to ensure the spell hit her target she pressed on, throwing curses whenever she spotted an opening between her friends and the death eaters Malfoy had somehow managed to get in the castle. Her determination to get outside was amplified when she chanced a quick look at her wrist.

Harry and Dumbledore had been gone for nearly an hour! They had to return, there were too many death eaters in the school all of the teachers were fighting. Thank goodness the Order was already there or the teachers would've been taken out already. If Dumbledore didn't return soon lives could be lost.

The Felix Filicis still coursing through her veins dictated she should be on the grounds waiting for someone. The potion merely nudged her in the right direction it didn't tell her much, so logically she assumed she was waiting for Harry to return with Dumbledore.

Reaching the appropriate spot with Felix's help she stopped and observed her surroundings. Very much alone she stood a few yards from the edge of the Forbidden Forest the castle loomed on the other side of her, no sign of the battle within evident from her vantage point.

Her eyes traveled upward toward the astronomy tower, to her shock and horror the dark mark shone menacingly above Hogwarts tallest tower. Who could've died? Hermione's heart clenched tightly in her chest as she tried not to picture Ron, or Ginny, or Professor McGonagall dead. The fading potion insisted this is where she needed to be. She felt rooted to the spot, just waiting and hoping that Dumbledore would arrive soon.

Within two minutes she heard the sound of broomsticks swooping through the air. It took her awhile to spot them, the sky was dark but she made out the two black figures hunched their broomsticks directly above her.

"Harry! Professor!" she screamed into the air.

It was useless they were moving too fast streaking towards the astronomy tower. She watched them disappear into the tower still glued to the spot waiting.

After an eternity she saw a flash of green light through the top of tower, grief overtook her. Somehow Hermione knew that the small figure that she watched fall was the Headmaster. Dumbledore was dead.

A sense of hopelessness sank over her, her heart cried for the crazy old genius. She cried for the Order without his leadership they would surely crumble. Harry, he had seen it. Another death to be forever imprinted in his young mind. Hermione's grief extended to Professor Snape even, the only man on the light side who trusted him was gone.

Time lost it's meaning as she realized how very permanent death was. Harry wasn't ready for this. Yes, they knew their mission but Harry wasn't ready for the position Dumbledore had been grooming him for. He was still a kid, they hadn't finished school yet and Hermione wasn't nearly as prepared as she should be.

Anything could happen the Ministry was probably already taken over. They could start rounding up halfbloods and muggleborns within days with Dumbledore gone.

A light flashed through grounds the as the battle suddenly erupted outside. Hermione pulled her wand out, she was too far away to tell who was who, but thankfully there were no bright green flashes just reds and blues. The fight proceeded away from her most of the people running towards the front gate.

Wand at the ready she watched as black figures made it to the gate and stopped suddenly. One figure kept attempting to curse a billowing figure only to be blocked each time. Her heart pounded in anticipation whatever she was waiting for was about to happen.

Paranoid brown eyes darted back and forth ready to curse anything that threatened her. A large figure appeared out of the shadows of the castle it was running straight at her. Hermione's first instinct was to stun the figure but the potion, somehow still in effect, urged her to abstain. This was who she was waiting for.

The figure was close enough for her to see he wore no mask, her heart thudded in her chest as it drew closer yet running faster than should be possible. When she recognized the figure she froze completely. Greyback was barreling towards her and she was stuck. Hermione's entire body felt numb. Wand hanging at her side she let him approach her, he stopped a few feet away from away and began to approach her slowly.

"You're making this too easy female. Shouldn't you run or something? Or do you not recognize the wolf that approaches you?" he taunted. "They didn't allow me to shed any blood tonight, and here you are just waiting to be my snack."

He was close enough to see her completely. Hermione remained frozen as he looked her up and down apprasingly.

"Kinda small for a snack but you've got fat in the right places at least, you'll be nice and tender won't..." he stopped short when he looked her in the eyes.

Hermione's eyes were wide open, when the wolf met her eyes she forgot the threat he imposed, her eyes glazed over and she felt her pupils dilate fully watching the shock on the werewolves face as his eyes locked onto hers and dilated fully as well.

Fenrir Greyback had been hoping this moment wouldn't come for the last decade but it had. He had no control over it. Reaching slowly to touch her face he grabbed her and claimed her lips, biting softly at the corner of her mouth and licking her blood with his long tongue slowly, savoring the sweet taste. Not even aware of what he was doing the wolf followed his instinct and bit the corner of his own lip gathering his own blood and lathing it into the girls willing lips.

The moon shone down on the ritual strengthening the soul deep bond the two had always been destined to share. Hermione sighed contented the Felix Felicis assuring her that this was meant to be. When the initial bonding was complete the young witch fainted. Such old power had that effect on humans. Fenrir didn't know what to do so he gathered her small form into his arms and ran as fast he could into the forest.

Once he was well outside of the wards he apparated himself and his mate home.

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Groggily Hermione opened her eyes; for all she knew it could've been hours or days her body felt sore. From what she could feel she was on the ground, or some kind of hairy blanket. It was pitch black wherever she was she could see nothing. Her heart thudded in her chest, she could smell dirt and rock but not the forest. Where was she? Sitting up in a panic Hermione realized how sore she was.

Hermione's robes were still on her but she realized to her horror the rest of her clothes were gone. There was a queer soreness in her center she had never felt before, reaching a trembling hand down she felt the private area between her legs.

Shaking fingers were met by an unfamiliar slickness, she had felt her own juices before of course. She wasn't a complete prude but these weren't her secretions. With a wince Hermione reached her very center it was tender and raw. Pulling her hand out of her sore lips she felt a sob start.

Her chest heaved in anguish, her virginity was gone and she didn't even know what had happened or where she was.