The next morning Hermione snuggled close to him in her sleep. Fenrir grunted and woke up to see her smiling against his chest, "Oh Fen," she sighed happily.

"I guess I'm doing something right in the dream," he smirked.

"Just so perfect," she mumbled, one hand reaching down to stroke him, "and so hard, my love." He watched as she stroked him in her sleep
Fenrir didn't think he could control himself much longer, and so he finally said, "Hermione? My love, you're jerking me off in your sleep."

"Mmm?" She opened her eyes and looked down, "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be baby," he smiled, "I want you."

"I want you too," she leaned up to kiss him, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs for him to enter her.

After a romp under the sheets Fenrir got up and went to take a shower. Hermione joined him, kissing his shoulder as she climbed in behind him, "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled, turning to kiss her. Hermione deepened the kiss before finally pulling back, "the Ministry is looking for you, you know."

"Let them, I don't care. If they found me I'd just say I ran off with you," she laid her head on his chest, "they couldn't arrest you for kidnapping."

"They'd still try."

"But they couldn't do it," she said. "I'm happy with you, and I'm not letting you get taken from me."

Fenrir simply smiled and kissed her before soaping up his body. She washed herself as he hurriedly cleaned himself off. The couple exited and went to eat breakfast.

Perhaps that morning's conversation had been an omen. At any rate that afternoon Aurors tracked them down while the couple was outside, repairing the damage from the storm. Fenrir was up a ladder when they arrived, removing a damaged shutter from one of the upstairs windows. "Fenrir Greyback, you're under arrest for kidnapping."

Hermione turned on them, "I was not kidnapped. I went willingly with him. He's my lover," she said, glaring at Harry and Ron, who were standing in front of her, looking furious.

"He took you without a word."

"That was my decision, not his," she said defiantly. "He's taken excellent care of me, and we've enjoyed creating our life together."

"He's a criminal."

"No he's not," she responded, "I came with him of my own volition. He did nothing wrong."

Fenrir tossed the shutter on the ground and climbed onto the roof, removing some branches that had fallen onto the house. He tossed them onto the ground below. He let her talk to them. If he didn't have to talk with them, he felt that was a good thing. Keeping himself silent was hard, though. He wanted to defend his mate.

Hermione held her ground against the two men who had once been her best friends. She finally ordered them off their property. The two retreated, Ron making several snide remarks about her poor choice of a boyfriend. "He's my fiancée!" She called out to them. Harry stopped, turning in surprise.

"Fiancée? You're getting married to him?"

"Do you object, Harry?"

"I'm just surprised. He's a violent man."

"He's not. And regardless, I love him." Fenrir smiled at her statement. He loved her too. To hear her say that they were getting married was surprising, but not unexpected. They were already mates. She just wanted it legal and clear to others, and he understood that. He looked forward to that moment. He finished clearing the debris before climbing down and moving the ladder. Hermione stood firm to Harry, "If you don't like it, then you won't be a part of my life anymore. He is the greatest man I have ever met and he loves me."

"Hermione," Fenrir said, "I could use some help clearing all of this debris."

"Sure," she smiled, turning toward him, "I'll be right there baby." She turned back to Harry, "It's your decision, Harry. Now please leave." Harry left, exiting the yard and heading back into the forest and disappearing.

"It's not over."

"They can't do anything to you. They know that. That's why they were so upset." Hermione walked over to her lover, leaning up to kiss him, "You're wonderful."

"You're pretty incredible yourself," he smiled, pulling her into a hug.

"Let's get married," she smiled. "I want to be your wife. Legally."

He sighed, but nodded, "Very well, I can agree to that."

Hermione decided to teach him how to read and write. Seeing him eager to please her, for fear of losing her, made her ache inside. After each lesson they would make love, Hermione desperate to show him how much love she had for him. It was hard, convincing him she loved him. She could see his hurt and his fear during their lessons, and it made her want him even more. Fortunately the more they made love, the more Fenrir seemed to understand that her heart and soul belonged to him. His infantile fear of abandonment made sense the more she learned about his past. All his life, Fenrir had been kicked aside and left. By his parents, by his lovers…It hurt her to think about, but she understood it. He was cast aside by his lovers as being too dumb, something that had clearly started to haunt him. Hermione had never thought of him as dumb. Fenrir knew more about werewolves than all of the Wizarding World combined, something she would tell him to try and make him feel better. He would smile and she counted that as a success.

Teaching him to read and write was very time consuming, but she enjoyed herself. He looked so nervous every time they would have a lesson. Hermione ran her hands down his chest as she leaned close, her breasts rubbing against his head, "I know you can do it baby," she whispered.

His brow was creased as he concentrated. "Hermione…"

"I'm all yours afterwards," she whispered, "I know you can, Fen."

He picked up the pencil again and wrote the sentence she'd written down slowly. She smiled watching him. He was much smarter than he gave himself credit for. "Fen, that looks really good," she said, caressing his biceps, "I'm proud of you," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

"Any mistakes?"

"No," she sat down on the desk, "Fen you don't need to be so nervous. I'm not going anywhere," she pulled him to her and kissed him, "I love you. My heart…my heart is yours."

He smiled up at her and the couple kissed again, "Is my lesson over?"

"Time for the teacher to get what she wants from her lover," Hermione whispered, deepening the kiss. Fenrir groaned into the kiss, pulling her to him, "I love you Fenrir," she whispered as he picked her up and moved toward the doorway out of the den.

Four weeks into his lessons Fenrir was improving pretty well. At least, that was what Hermione kept telling him. He wondered sometimes if she was being honest with him or just placating him. He didn't think she'd do that, but calling Fenrir trusting was something few ever did. He kept his thoughts quiet. The only thing he did know was that her birthday was coming up. He wanted to get her something special. He had a hard time figuring out what to do for her, but he wanted to do something. According to Ziggy, often wizards celebrated birthdays with a cake. So he decided to make a cake for her. He could read fairly well and following a recipe seemed simple enough for him. All he had to do was keep Hermione busy so she wouldn't know what he was doing. He decided to send her to a spa for her birthday, telling her that he wanted to thank her for teaching him to read and write and let her be pampered as she deserved. She kissed him, "I'll see you tonight then?"

"Of course," he grinned, "I'm not going anywhere."

Once she'd left he went into the kitchen and pulled out the recipe he'd found for a chocolate cake. While Ziggy was shopping for dinner for the night Fenrir attempted to bake. He'd never done more than cook the animals he'd caught or fry up some eggs, so this was a challenge. After two really bad attempts he managed to make a cake. He let it cool and went about cleaning the kitchen and then dusting his clothes off. Flour really got everywhere. After he'd cleaned up he went to the den to make her a birthday card. He had a hard time articulating himself, usually. Sex was easier for him than words were. Eventually, after three attempts, he thought he had a good bit of writing for her. It didn't look as childlike as his writing usually looked, and it sounded good. He thought the words were good enough to describe his feelings for her. Ziggy returned with the groceries and with the gift he'd asked him to pick up. He handed the small package to Fenrir, who went to wrap it. Wrapping her gift was an interesting challenge, but he hoped she'd like it. With her gift wrapped he went back to the cake, icing it. Then he piped, after advice from Ziggy, Happy Birthday Hermione onto the cake. Ziggy placed it into the fridge while Fenrir went upstairs to shower and change. Hermione would be back soon.

When Hermione returned Fenrir was walking down the stairs. He looked particularly delectable. "Fen," she wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her up, leaning in to kiss her, "I really enjoyed my spa day. Thank you."

"You're welcome," he smiled, setting her down after one more kiss, "I have a surprise for you," he said. He pulled her to the dining room where the dinner, cake, and her present from him were waiting. She gasped and he grinned, "Happy Birthday Hermione," he whispered.

"Fen…" She leaned up and kissed him, "Thank you," she whispered against his lips before kissing him once more. "This looks great."

"Ziggy made dinner, and I made the cake," he said. She looked up at him in surprise and smiled, leaning in to kiss him.

"This is…thank you," she hugged him, "I love you."

"I just wanted to give you something special," he said, "Come on, let's eat. Then you can open your present."

They ate dinner together, holding hands. The couple kissed sweetly after dinner had ended, then she cut the birthday cake, "Fenrir, this is really good."

"I'm glad you enjoy it," he smiled. He handed her his gift and the card. Hermione read the front of the card, then opened it. She smiled as she read his words to her. She looked up and he smiled nervously at her. Finally she leaned in and they kissed deeply, her hands moving through his hair and pulling him close. "I love you."

"I can see that," she smiled. "This was really great, Fenrir. And so sweet. I've never had someone be so thoughtful like this on my birthday," she kissed him, "I love you," she repeated, "This is great, Fenrir."

"You know what else is?"

"What?"

"You," he smiled. Hermione opened the present to reveal a ring. She looked up at him, "If we're getting married you need a ring," he smiled.

"Fenrir," she hugged him and they kissed while he put her ring on. He lifted her up and they moved toward the stairs.

The next morning she woke to Fenrir's morning erection rubbing against her thighs. She suddenly realized she'd been rocking her hips against him. She blushed and leaned up to kiss him, "Fen? Wake up."

"Don't wanna," he mumbled.

"What if I want to make love with my mate?"

His eyes opened and he smiled at her, "I'm up." She laughed and kissed him as she stroked him. "You feel so good," he mumbled as she slid down onto him.

"So do you," she smiled.

It was two months later when she realized she was pregnant. Ziggy found a nanny and a nursemaid elf. Hermione was grateful, because if she gave birth to them in a hospital they could easily be taken from her. They were able to discern that she was pregnant with three babies, two males and a female. She could see how happy Fenrir was that she was pregnant. As her belly grew more swollen he began to dote on her more than ever before. He was taking over her household duties, letting her focus on eating for four people and getting rest. She was exhausted. He made a werewolf nurse from Germany come as her due date neared. He was terrified she would die in childbirth. With the werewolf woman there, and the two house elves, he felt a bit better when she went into labor. Fenrir held her head and her hands as she delivered the first baby, a boy. He smiled as the nanny elf took him and cleaned him off. Next came their girl, who seemed to be the same size as the first baby. Hermione's body was drenched in sweat as she began to push the final baby out. He held her, whispering to her how much he loved her. Hermione's hand tightened in his and he looked at the werewolf, "Is she okay?"

"Just one more baby," she said. "Her body is holding up very well," she said, "You must push, milady. Then you are done. You can rest."

"Fen…"

"You are so brave, Hermione. And you're doing so well. Please, just one more push. Then you're done and our babies will all be born."

She smiled at him through her pain, pushing one final time. The final baby exited and the nurse cut the umbilical cord and healed Hermione's privates. The elves brought over all three babies once they were clean. He took the first boy, "Thor." He handed him to Hermione, who was exhausted and simply nodded. The baby smiled up at her and she smiled back. He picked up their daughter, "Sunna," she smiled up at him and he smiled at her, holding her close. That left the other boy. He was smaller than the other two. But Fenrir's sense of parental responsibility was strong. And strong names for your children acted as an omen. "Vili," he said, taking his other son, who seemed to snuggle closer to him than the other two. "Do you approve?"

Hermione looked up at him, "You like Norse names."

"My own name is also Norse."

"And mine is Greek. Our next litter will have Greek names."

"Yes dear," he leaned down and kissed her. He looked up at the elves, "I want you to feed them while Nerthus inspects Hermione." He handed Vili and Sunna to the two nanny elves and took Thor from his wife, "Nerthus, when you have finished I want you to come speak to me to report your findings. Ziggy, you will look after Hermione for now." They all bowed their heads in understanding and Fenrir left the room with the other two, heading to the adjoining nursery to assist in the feeding of his children.

"Are my babies okay?"

"Vili is underweight, but that's normal with litters of 3 or more."

"You mean werewolves have more than 3 babies at a time?"

"Some do," Nerthus nodded, "he was worried because often women who are bit don't heal well. We grew up together and he trusts me."

"You grew up with Fenrir?"

"We are half-siblings. His father had an affair and ultimately my mother was killed. But our father kept me in the pack. We played together when we were younger. I left England when the attacks began again, but he stayed. His only goal has ever been to help his pack."

"Are you staying now?"

"I am," she nodded. "You will need help raising them. And…I miss my brother."

Hermione smiled at her, "I…I'm sorry, I'm really tired."

"Sleep, Hermione. Fenrir will look after your babies."

"Can you send him in?"

"Certainly."

She exited to the nursery and soon Fenrir had returned, "Are you okay?"

"I am," she reached for him and he moved to her, climbing into the bed next to her and holding her. "How are they?"

"They're feeding, and already falling asleep. You'll be okay soon enough. Nerthus can make you some potions to help your body heal faster so you'll be able to help me care for our children."

"Your pack just grew by three, Fenrir."

"Four," he leaned in and kissed her, "Thank you, Hermione. Thank you for giving birth to my pups."

"I love you," she said, snuggling against him, "Can you hold me?"

"Certainly," he shifted to be comfortable and they closed their eyes.