Not So Savage

FenrirxHermione

Rated NC-17

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling

Not So Savage

Chapter 9

Weeks had passed since the date Fenrir had taken Hermione on and neither of them spoke of how it ended. They had been having such a good time only for it to go down in flames due to some harsh words against the young witch. As hurt as she had been over them, Hermione was happy that Fenrir had tried to comfort her. Honestly she believed him and knew it wasn't true; after all they had just been a few teenagers going up against grown, more experienced witches and wizards. But all she wanted at that point in time was to go back to the cabin she was now beginning to call home, as much as that surprised her.

She remembered how shocked she was to see Fenrir return covered in blood after she had calmed herself down. Fenrir had looked like what he had done obviously didn't bother him, but what she didn't know was that on the inside he felt ashamed. He didn't want Hermione to see him like that, so feral looking. But he had been surprised by her following actions. Hermione had stared at him in shock for a moment before blinking her brown eyes and standing from the mattress. She had then walked over to him and gently took one of his hands in hers and led him back outside. She had told him to wait a moment before going back inside, only to return with a metal bucket that had a rag and a bar of soap in it, a towel held in the crook of her arm. She took his hand again and they walked together to the river, where she put the bucket down and silently removed Fenrir's clothes; she didn't at all touch his pants. They sat down and after she conjured a small fire for them, she filled the bucket with water and soaked the rag and soaped it up. Fenrir sat in silence allowing Hermione to clean the blood off of him while also cleaning his bloodied clothes. Once she was done with his upper body and his clean muscles glistened in the firelight, she allowed him privacy to finish cleaning, walking away with a blush on her cheeks. When he was done, clothes clean and dried and back on his body, he walked over to her and looked down at her. He had wanted to talk about the situation and if she hated him for what he did. However he was surprised when she told him that he didn't need to explain himself and that she understood why he did what he did; it was in his instincts and she couldn't fault him for that. All she asked was that he try to restrain himself from doing it again, even if he felt he needed to defend her honor because no good would come from hurting people. Fenrir agreed and allowed Hermione to lead him back to the cabin where they both settled down on the mattress and Hermione fell asleep, surprisingly snuggled up to Fenrir.

That had been weeks ago and since then, it seemed that their friendship had grown even more. Hermione was, dare Fenrir say it, his best friend and not only his mate. Sure she hadn't at all shown any signs that she was falling for him, but he was completely fine with where they were. But what really surprised him was just how quickly he was falling for the brunette every single day. Hermione was just so…he didn't think he could think of a proper word to describe the witch. She was just so amazingly beautiful and unique and even if she wasn't his mate he believed that he would never find someone like her or would be perfect to him just the way she was. He just felt so many things for Hermione that he had never felt for anyone else. And at the moment he needed to talk to someone with a mate to tell him what it was he was feeling. So while Hermione was with Libby and Edith teaching the wolf children in the clearing, he had called Rhys over to speak with him. If anyone could tell him what exactly was going on with him concerning Hermione, it was his Beta.


Hermione smiled as she watched Libby teach the children how to play a bit of football. It was a sport she enjoyed watching on the television with her father whenever she went home. Of course, that was before Voldemort's followers came out of hiding and she wiped her parents' memories to protect them. Just thinking of that caused the brunette to let out a soft, sad sigh.

Edith, who had been sitting beside of her, looked over and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm okay," Hermione answered nodding.

"Are you sure? You seem sad."

Hermione looked at the red haired pregnant woman and said, "I was just thinking about my parents."

Edith nodded and said, "You miss them."

"Yes."

"You should go visit them. I'm sure Alpha would let you."

"That's just it. It's not that I'm afraid Fenrir would refuse. It's just that even if I saw them again they wouldn't remember who I am."

Seeing her friend's confused expression, Hermione explained to her that she Obliviated her parents of any memory of her and the reason behind it. She went on to tell her how she made them think they had different names and wanted to move to Australia. It had been the only way she could think of to fully ensure their safety. Edith gave her a sad smile and wrapped her in a hug saying, "I'm sorry, Hermione. But I'm sure you'll find them again one day and they will get their memories back."

The brunette nodded and gave her own sad smile as she pulled away. Looking up she saw Libby walking over towards them, her platinum blonde hair a bit more frazzled than it already was. Reaching them she smiled and said, "Hey Hermione, come play with the children a bit. They really want to spend time with you."

As she finished speaking, a little girl ran up to Hermione with a sweet smile on her face. She immediately recognized her as the little girl Fenrir had picked up at the bonfire weeks ago. The little girl had sandy blonde hair and her eyes were bright blue, reminding the witch of Fenrir's. Smiling shyly at the brunette she said in a sweet voice, "Hi Ms. Hermione. Would you like to play?"

Hermione couldn't help but smile and she felt her heart melt as she gazed at that sweet face. Nodding she replied, "Sure, I would love to. But tell me, what is your name?"

"Annie."

"Alright, I'll be over there in a moment, Annie."

Annie grinned brightly before running off to the other children that were off playing. As soon as she was gone Hermione placed her hands over her chest and exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, she's so cute!"

Edith and Libby laughed at the brunette's reaction to the youngest of their pack. They had both reacted the same way when Alpha had first brought her into the pack. Edith nodded and said, "Yes, Annie is such a sweetheart. She's shy for the most part, but when she comes out of her shell she's a true blossom."

"I believe it. But how could Fenrir…you know?"

"When Alpha found Annie, she was being beaten by her father. The poor girl's mother was dead and her father was an awful drunk. One day a few days before the full moon about nine months ago, Alpha came across her father trying to beat her. Annie had seen Alpha and had run to him in tears asking for help. Her father tried to fight Alpha, but he ended up dying that day. Annie begged Fenrir to take her with him, and he did. He brought her here and she pretty much stayed under him, afraid to leave his side. Alpha explained to her what we are and we all were afraid she was going to be even more scared of us than she was of her own father. However she told Alpha that she wanted to be with him and us and to bite her. So when the full moon rolled around, Alpha bit her and stayed with her as she went through her very first transformation. And Annie has been with us ever since," Libby told her.

"She's told us that she views Alpha as her daddy more than her own ever was. You should have seen Alpha's face when she first told him that," Edith said.

Hermione's eyes widened at hearing the explanation as to why little Annie was in the pack. She couldn't help but smile as she imagined Fenrir fathering Annie. And from what she had first witnessed of their interaction at the bonfire, it was pretty clear that Annie adored Fenrir.

Nodding Hermione stood and headed over to the group of children, giggling when they cheered at her arrival to play. Edith and Libby silently observed the brunette's interaction with the children and how she cared for ones that got hurt. Her maternal instincts were obvious and from what they observed of her leadership skills and how she kindly explained things to the children and prevented some of them from fighting, they both had the exact same thought: Hermione was indeed Alpha's most excellent partner and would become a most magnificent and beloved Alpha woman.


"I'm what?" Fenrir asked wide eyed.

Rhys smiled and said, "I said that you are in love with her, Alpha. You have fallen in love with Hermione."

Fenrir couldn't believe what his Beta had just told him. He had fallen in love? Really? It was such a strange thing to him, let alone now know that it happened. He had never once thought he of all people would fall in love. But then again, he never thought he would find his mate, but that happened too. Even so as he thought about it, he realized that Rhys was absolutely right.

He had fallen in love with Hermione Granger. It was surreal, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel like smiling at the realization. And he couldn't help but smile more as he also realized that he had fallen for her regardless of the fact she was his mate.

Rhys watched the different emotions cross his Alpha's face before his final one was happiness. He smiled as he watched Fenrir obviously think about the young witch. He knew that this was something completely new for the Alpha, but he also knew that he couldn't have him running off to find Hermione and suddenly declare his love. It would scare the poor girl, especially if she wasn't feeling the Pull yet.

Deciding to warn him of this he said, "I'm happy for you Alpha, but you know that you can't just tell her how you feel about her. Even if you are in love with her you have to take into account that she isn't with you. And if she isn't feeling the Pull towards you yet, you can't force her to."

"I would never force Hermione to do anything, let alone love me. I would rather she do it on her own time than just because I hope she will," Fenrir replied.

His Beta nodded, glad that the Alpha understood Hermione most likely did not feel that way about him. But he knew that in good time the brunette would indeed fall for his Alpha. He remembered his own patience in waiting for Edith to fall in love with him as he had her. He even remembered forgetting for a while that she was his mate as he had focused on just her as her own person. And he figured that his Alpha probably did the same as well.

Fenrir sat in silence for a moment before saying, "Rhys, I implore you to not tell your annoyance of a brother about this. We both know he can't keep his mouth shut about anything."

Rhys laughed as he nodded. The two of them talked for a while before deciding to head to the clearing where their mates were. Fenrir couldn't squash down the happiness he was feeling just knowing he was about to see his mate once again.


Hermione sat on the ground with the children crowded around her as she told them stories of the Muggle World, as well as the wonders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All of the children were listening intently, their eyes sparkling in wonder and awe at her tellings. One little boy names Frances asked would Hogwarts even allow werewolves to attend, to which she answered that one of her professor's had been a werewolf and had attended when he was a student. This seemed to make the children happy hearing that they could indeed go to school when they became of age.

Just when she was about to answer a question about Transfiguration, or "Tranny-figuration" as Annie had called it, the sound of running feet caught her attention. Turning her head she saw the figure of a young red haired woman running from the edge of the woods into the clearing and collapsing on the ground. Both Libby and Hermione rushed over to her to see if she was alright. However when Libby turned her unconscious form over, Hermione gasped as she recognized her face.

"Ginny!"