CHAPTER SEVEN


Summary: After completing her Masters in Potions and Herbology and adopting her godson, Teddy Lupin, in the wake of his Grandmother's death, Hermione decides a change is in order. She packs up their belongings, says goodbye to their loved ones and moves across the pond to La Push, where she meets a handsome man and his strange friends.

Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and Stephenie Meyers. I am not making a profit from writing and posting this fanfic. As for the descriptions of appearances for the Twilight characters, all my research is based on the books and not the movies.

An: Smut!


Wednesday 14th December 2005

Things had been going well between Hermione and Sam. Their second date had gone just as well as their first, as had their third, fourth and fifth and now they were on their sixth date. Sam had picked her up and wished to have a picnic up on the cliffs, but when they were in the truck driving to their destination, Sam's phone had rung, the caller ID showed it to be Jared.

It turns out Teddy wouldn't settle for him and Paul and he had a temperature. Hermione apologised to Sam for ruining the date, but he assured her she hadn't. They turned the truck around and drove back.

When they reached the house, Paul and Jared were trying to calm a screaming Teddy but were unsuccessful. Hermione immediately ran to them and took Teddy from them, taking him back into the house and up to his room.

"We're sorry about your date with Hermione," Jared spoke.

Sam shrugged. "Not your fault, if Teddy's not well, then it can't be helped. Take the truck, I'll get home in wolf form," he chucked the keys to Jared.

Paul wriggled his eyebrows. "You're staying?"

"For now, I can still salvage this date."

"I bet you can," he smirked.

"Go now!" Sam growled in warning.

Jared and Paul quickly jumped into the truck and left. Sam made his way into the house, removing his jacket and stepping into the kitchen. He spent more time at Hermione's than he did his own place, he knew where everything was kept and so he went through her freshly stocked fridge and cupboards and pulled out the ingredients to make macaroni and cheese, knowing Hermione had become fond of it recently.

As he went about making dinner, he could hear Hermione on the floor above, shushing Teddy and singing to him softly and he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. It felt right, him stood making dinner for Hermione whilst she tended to Teddy, it felt normal. It was peaceful, he felt happy.

Just as he had finished dishing out the food onto plates Hermione came back down stairs, running her hands through her hair. She stopped when she saw him.

"I made dinner," he grinned.

"You didn't have to do that," she said softly.

"I know, but I thought we could salvage our date, besides, I haven't cooked for you yet. Macaroni and cheese."

"You are my new favourite person in the world."

"Glad to be of an assistance," he grinned and she laughed.

"Come on, we'll eat in the media room and see if we can find an awful programme to watch."

"Perfect," he agreed.

They took their plates and walked to the media room, Hermione grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, sitting on the couch with her legs folded and her plate on her lap, Sam sat next to her, his feet spread evenly apart on the floor, his plate held in one hand as they ate and watched TV together.

It was a while later when their plates had been taken to the kitchen and now Hermione was cuddled into Sam's side as they watched TV.

"This show is awful," Hermione commented.

Sam snorted. "You don't enjoy women having cat fights, calling each other names and being exceedingly rich that they have to boast about it?"

"Certainly not, I had enough of that at school," he raised an eyebrow but didn't speak.

She closed her eyes and sighed, when she opened them again it was to see Sam looking down at her softly. In that moment, she couldn't stop herself. Like a moth to a flame she was drawn to him.

She sat up and he watched her movements, his eyes never leaving her. As she tilted her head up slightly and moved forward, he tilted his down and he moved forward, until there was barely any space between them, they moved forward that last little bit and their mouths touched.

Her whole body set on fire, her magic hummed, her fingertips felt charged with electricity, her insides tingled. She had never felt something so potent before. It was like he was feeding her magic, making her more powerful, making her lose control.

She loved Fred, Merlin knew she loved Fred with all her heart, but in that second, with that one single touch of his lips, not only did she feel truly alive for the first time since her first year, her magic felt alive.

She pulled back with a look of wonder on her face, he smiled at her widely. She couldn't stop herself, not only did her magic need him, need his touch, but her soul did too, her body, her heart.

She needed him. She couldn't live without him, and that's when she came to a realisation, she had found her mate, something thought to be impossible. With that thought in mind and her feeling more randy than she ever thought possible, what with the events of the next day looming upon her, her hands flew up to his face, pulling him down to kiss her again.

He was slightly surprised but recovered quickly, more than happy to kiss her with his wolf purring in his chest. He brought one of his hands up to cup her cheek and the other went to the back of her neck, keeping her to him.

Hermione frustrated with not being close enough to him, promptly rose up onto her knees and swung a leg over him, so she was now straddling him and she never once broke the kiss, he groaned in surprise. One of her hands now gripped his t-shirt, the other moved to his hair, tugging and he groaned. His tongue traced her bottom lip and she gave him entrance without thought, opening her mouth to him and if he thought she was going to back down, he was severely mistaken. She was Hermione Granger. Her tongue immediately met with his, battling from dominance, she moaned and gripped his hair tighter and he gave a wolf like growl, making her shiver.

His hands moved down to grip her hips, his fingers likely to leave bruises but she didn't care. She pulled away from his mouth to allow for air, but she didn't stop, she pressed soft, teasing kisses against his neck, under his jaw, down his throat and he gripped her tighter, his growls getting lower as she nipped at his jaw.

"Hermione," his voice caressed her name and she shivered, he gripped her even tighter. "If you don't stop now, I'm not going to be able to control myself," he panted.

"So don't," she whispered against his ear and tugged on his ear lobe. He hissed and cursed.

She pulled back from him and where his eyes had darkened considerably, once dark brown, now almost black, hers had changed completely. Her once chocolate brown eyes, were now a strange amber colour, bright and terrifying, but beautiful. He gasped at the sight.

Before he could say anything though, she had attached herself to his mouth again, only this time, she rocked her hips over him, feeling the impressive bulge that had formed in his jeans, pressing into her and she moaned loudly.

"Seriously, if we don't stop now..." he mumbled between kisses.

"I don't want to stop," she pulled back and returned her attention to his neck.

"I don't want to take..."

"You're not taking advantage of a woman straddling your lap, besides, I'd knock you out before you had a chance to hurt me. You may be bigger and stronger than me, but I'm not someone to be trifled with. I have many advantages over you."

"I don't doubt that you do," he groaned and panted as she ground against him harder. "You're su..."

"Shut up," she bit down on his neck and he couldn't control himself after that, it was too much to take.

He gripped her waist and promptly stood up with her in his arms, she let out a little squeak of surprise and wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped him tighter.

She kept her attention on his neck as he made his way through the house and to the stairs, carrying her as if she weighed nothing at all, though to a man with enhanced strength, she didn't.

She heard him fumbling with the door handle of her bedroom door before he found it and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He moved to the bed and suddenly she wasn't wrapped around him anymore, she was flying through the air until she landed on her bed, bouncing slightly and she couldn't stop her laugh. Sam was stood at the end of the bed watching her heatedly. She stared back at him, her gaze never wavering from his. Like the wolf that he was, he stalked closer to the bed until he pounced, pushing her backwards and catching himself on his hands either side of her.

His almost black eyes stared into her amber ones. She could tell he was going to comment on them and quickly intervened.

She lifted her head and pressed her mouth to his, asking for permission which he granted her, they fought for dominance as he lowered himself onto his elbows and into the cradle of her legs as she wrapped them around him once again. Her hands slipped under his t-shirt, her fingers trailing softly over the expanse of russet skin and thick muscle of his back and shoulders. When she reached his shoulders, she dug her nails in and dragged them down his back, he gave a loud growl, pushing himself against her, harder than before and she let out a keening sound, his wolf purred in response.

She gripped the edge of his t-shirt, ripping it over his head and throwing it across the room, not caring where it landed. Her hands trailed from his back around to his chest, over his abdomen, tracing every muscle, ridge, line and patch of skin she could, she raked her nails down his stomach and his hips bucked in response, he growled, she moaned.

He pulled away from her mouth and it was his turn to assault her neck, leaving teasing nips and sucking anywhere and everywhere, determined to mark her as his.

"I love your skin," he muttered. "So soft, so flawless."

"It's not flawless," she panted. "I have scars covering my back and abdomen."

"What from?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"I'm not ready to tell you, but I will, soon."

"Promise?"

"Pinkie promise, ankle swear, slap swear, secret handshake swear, blood oath, I'll do it all, just don't stop," she begged. He chuckled lowly.

"I won't ask, besides, it can't be that bad."

"It is," she muttered.

His hands trailed down to the edge of her t-shirt and he pulled it up and she shifted to help him lift it over her head, it ended up on the other end of the room.

He moved down her body to start pressing kisses along the waist band of her jeans and she wriggled underneath him. His lips and tongue trailed around her belly button, before dipping in and she giggled, causing him to chuckle. It stopped when he caught sight of the thick scar on her stomach and he sat up to get a better look at it.

He had never seen a scar like it, it was three inches thick and raised. It started at her left hip and went diagonal across her chest, going over her right breast slightly and then ending at her shoulder. It looked to be a few years old. He noticed several smaller scars covering her stomach, also raised and less than two years old. Accompanying them were several burn scars on her shoulders, they too looked to be less than two years old.

He glowered at them and felt anger rise up in him. His wolf was furious, he wanted out so that he could kill the bastard that had hurt his Hermione. He was on the verge of phasing, he could feel it, a feral growl was about to be released when Hermione spoke, stopping his pending phase in its tracks.

"You think I'm ugly, don't you?" she whispered. Gone was the confident young woman he loved so dearly, she was replaced by a frightened and vulnerable child. Something he never wanted to see again.

"No, I don't," he spoke, truth dripping from his words. "I think that you're the most beautiful being I have ever laid my eyes on. These scars add to your beauty, I'm sure there's a story behind them and I'm sure that no matter what happened, you were brave. They are not ugly because they are a part of you and everything about you is beautiful."

His eyes bore into her.

"Do you have more scars?" she nodded. "Where?"

"My back," he pulled away from her entirely.

"Show me," her eyes held his before she slowly turned over onto her stomach, showing her back.

He pushed her long, thick ringlets over her shoulder so he could see. Her back was littered with crosses, they weren't raised but they looked like they had been sewn back together and they had healed well, they looked less than two years old.

His hand trailed over the skin of her back and she shivered.

"Hermione, you are beautiful and I am going to do everything I can to prove it to you," he said gently.

He turned her back over onto her back and that's when he noticed her lace bra, her red lace bra. He groaned in appreciation.

"My favourite colour," his lust once again present in his eyes.

"It's mine too, I'm a Gryffindor, red and gold are forever engraved in my genetic makeup," he chuckled at her.

He went back to leaning over her on his elbows, cradled in her legs.

"You really are beautiful," he said to her.

"It's difficult to not believe you when you're looking at me like that," she whispered.

"Oh, Hermione, the way I'm looking at you is nothing compared to what I'm going to make you feel."

"Full of yourself aren't you?" she smirked. "Are you all talk though?" she teased. He growled and his mouth crashed against hers and they picked up where they had left off, scars and uncertainty forgotten.

Her hands traced his abdomen as his traced her stomach and sides, coming up to cup her breasts and kneading them softly. As her hands now traced the dark hair that started at his naval and disappeared under his jeans, his came lower too.

Her hands moved to his jeans deftly undoing the button and zipper, he mimicked her movements on her jeans. He pulled back from her and pulled her jeans down her legs, chucking them behind him, before removing his own jeans and thankfully they had both removed their socks and shoes earlier in the evening.

This left them both in their underwear and Hermione could see the huge bulge, he noticed her matching red lace knickers.

"Matching? Did you plan for this?" he asked amused.

"Believe it or not, no, I didn't. I always wear matching sets, it's a habit that I can't break and lace is actually really comfy, and when you wear jeans and t-shirts for work, it feels good to know that you've got a nice set of underwear on underneath," he chuckled at her.

He leaned down and kissed her, her legs wrapped around his hips, which was difficult given the size of him. Her hands traced everything she could get her hands on and his trailed up her sides, before dipping under her and arching her back off the bed so he could remove her bra, which ended up somewhere on the floor, along with the rest of their clothing.

She let out a mewling sound when his head dropped and he took a nipple in his mouth, one of his hands moving down her body, trailing over her stomach and then down her leg, before brushing over the lace of her underwear, teasing her.

After a few choice words from Hermione that had him chuckling, he gave into her pleas and his desire to make her feel like the most loved woman in the world. He slowly pulled the lace down her legs and her scent hit his nose, he breathed in deeply and let out a rumbling growl, pouncing on her.

His mouth attacked her neck, leaving bruises and nips in his wake and his hand moved to the apex of her thighs. His fingers brushing over her and she gasped, her hands gripping his biceps.

His fingers slipped through her folds, gathering the wetness before his thumb brushed over her nub and she gave a breathless moan, the sound rung in his ears and he needed to hear it again.

His thumb paid attention to her nub before he teased her entrance and only after she begged him, did he slip a finger into her. Her back arched off her bed and she gasped loudly.

She was far tighter than he was expecting her to be, he could only guess how long it had been since she was last intimate with a person, he knew it wouldn't have been her friend Ronald, and so he guessed it was her fiancé that had died, making it close to two years. If she felt tight when only gripping one of his fingers, he could only imagine what it would be like when they progressed further in their relationship.

He slowly moved his finger in and out of her as she moaned and gripped his arms tighter, her nails biting into him. He prepared her before adding a second finger.

She was moaning breathlessly and panting as she rocked her hips against his hand, he leaned over her, keeping his eyes on her bright amber ones; they lit up the room, like a cat's.

His breathing was just as heavy as hers, the sight of her and the sounds she was making were affecting him more than he ever thought possible.

He took one of her hands from his arm, laced his fingers through hers and pinned it above her head, her back arched off the bed and he lowered his head. He kissed and nipped at her throat, neck and jaw before taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently.

It was sensory over load for Hermione and he felt her walls fluttering around his fingers before she flung her head back. He luckily, had the sense to remember that Teddy was in the room next door and crashed his mouth to hers, catching her screams in his mouth as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

When she slumped away from him, breathing erratic, he removed his hand, but his eyes never left her, which were staring into each other's.

With a strength he didn't even know she was capable of she flipped them over, so that he was on his back and she straddled his stomach, her fingers entwined with his and both of his hands pinned on either side of his head.

Her eyes were brighter, if that was possible, so bright they were almost blinding. She slowly lowered her head to his and before she could kiss him, they heard a child crying.