He growled, this time in pleasure, as Neville's chest and stomach were revealed.

Neville squirmed under Fenrir's gaze. The man was looking at him as though he were a juicy slab of meat that the wolf was going to dry fuck into the nearest flat surface. He wasn't sure how Fenrir looked at him like that, like Neville was a meal and something less than edible but just as desirable.

"Mine." Fenrir declared, possessively. He leaned down and latched onto one of Neville's exposed nipples.

"Aah~!" Neville exclaimed.

He had never been touched like this before, had never dreamed of it. After all, he was just Neville Longbottom, hopeless Gryffindor.

"A werewolf that has completely accepted their condition will often take on many wolf-like qualities in both their human and wolf forms. The most important and binding of these is the claiming of a mate.

Like wolves, once a werewolf has chosen its mate, it will do anything to have that person accept them. They will protect that person to the death and if necessary, fight for the right to claim them. Also, once a werewolf has chosen its mate, they are bound for life.

Werewolves also enjoy forming packs. They will treat their leader, known as the Alpha, with the utmost respect, loyalty, and affection. In order to show submission, a wolf (were or otherwise) will roll over to present their under belly and expose their throat. They will lick the Alpha's throat and nuzzle him, keeping their head and tails lower than his."

Neville shot up, pushing Fenrir from him as the words of his Monster Book of Monsters came back to him.

Fenrir snarled and towered over Neville.

"No!" Neville protested, stomping his foot.

"What was that, pup?"

"I said, no." Neville repeated, putting more force behind his words.

Fenrir glared at him for a moment, before the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile and he laughed.

"You're a smart wizard," he said. "And a good catch. Strong, but cute."

Neville blushed shaking his head. Fenrir stepped forward, and Neville took a step back.

"Calm down." The werewolf said. "I'm not going to force anything."

"How do I know that?"

"Because of that bite. Do you know what that symbolizes?"

Neville shook his head again, but he had a suspicion. Fenrir laughed,

"It means I've claimed you. You're my chosen mate. I'd rather die than hurt you; any wolf would rather die than hurt their mate."

"I'm not your mate."

"Not yet."

"What makes you so sure I'll accept you?"

Fenrir grinned and it sent a chill down Neville's spin.

"Just wait, pup, you'll be begging me to claim you completely."

Neville ducked and ran, trying to get away from the werewolf. He could hear Fenrir laughing behind him.

"Neville, you're hurt." Hermione noticed.

Neville winced, but he knew that she was commenting on the white guaze he was using to cover Fenrir's bite.

"Yeah, it's nothing." He said, brushing it off.

"I could heal it if you want."

"Nah, no reason to waste the effort, it'll heal soon. Thanks anyway."

Hermione shrugged,

"Alright then." She smiled.

They sat still for a moment before Neville looked up at the intelligent girl.

"Hermione… what do you… erm… what do you know about… werewolves?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow,

"Neville were you…?"

"No!" Neville denied. "No, it's just… I've met one recently and I… he has quite a few… quirks…"

"Well, I'll admit I don't know much…"

Neville sighed,

"Thanks anyway." he said.

At that moment the portrait opened and Fenrir Greyback stepped inside.

"Neville, run!" Hermione exclaimed, jumping up.

"Hermione, wait." Neville soothed. He turned to Fenrir. "What do you want?"

"You forgot this, love." Fenrir pulled out Neville's wand and tossed it to the boy.

"Don't call me that." Neville protested, blushing. Fenrir grinned,

"What should I call you then? Mate? Pup?"

"Neville." the boy replied.

"Neville, what's going on?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, I need you to keep a secret for me." the boy pleaded. Hermione nodded, slowly.

"Okay." she promised.

Neville pulled the bandage off his neck, revealing the bite. Fenrir smirked at the mark, his mark.

"You… you bit Neville!"

"I haven't turned him, girl." Fenrir replied. "I've claimed him."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that if anyone else touches him, I'll kill them."

"You don't own me." Neville argued, angry.

"No, but you're still mine."

"What about Bill? You bit Bill!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Who's Bill?" Fenrir asked, starting to get annoyed by the girl.

"LOOK! Hermione, please calm down. I need your help, alright?"

Hermione nodded.

"And you." Neville turned to Fenrir. "I haven't agreed to be… your mate… so stop acting like I am!"

Fenrir laughed,

"The more you fight it, the more I want you." He said.

Lovin'It: Sorry this is so much shorter, but you know how it is. I don't own, I'm not making money. I hope you guys like~ ^^ please R&R, pretty please. Also very sorry there has yet to be yaoi, it's coming, I promise cause I really want to write it.