DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

Nightmare

Chapter 9

Just as Adi had agreed to put Hermione up for a few nights, her front door opened abruptly and His voice sounded gruffly. "Pet!"

"I've gotta go." Hermione said quietly and quickly into the phone and hung up, with Adi's protests calling to her. Tossing the phone onto the bed covers and minimizing the suitcase, she sensed him enter the room. Like he had before, he was arrogantly leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pocket.

"What were you doing just then?" he asked with an impossibly serious tone.

"What do you mean?"

"As I entered your...'Apartment'," he grimaced, looking around their surroundings, "I heard you talking to someone."

"You might be imagining things. Werewolf venom gone to your head?"

He marched over to her, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back against the wall harshly, banging her head. "Don't talk to me like that, pet." He ordered. "Otherwise, I...May...Not...Control...Myself." with every word of the last sentence, his hands travelled from her arms, over her shoulders and started to squeeze her neck quite tightly - to the point when she had to grasp his hands and gasp for air. Out of nowhere, he let her go and stepped away, picking up the fingernail sized case and putting it in his pocket. "Hurry up, we have to get back, you have to unpack and I have to..." he trailed off before he said too much.

"You have to what?" Hermione asked through coughs.

"Never you mind. Are you ready to go?"

"I just want to get some of my books."

"Why? There are plenty of other things to keep you busy in the Hut."

"You don't have any of the books I like to read." She said, walking to one of her 3 bookcases and running her fingers along the spines.

Over the next 10 minutes, Hermione had chosen, minimized and pocketed more than 30 books. Fenrir had been growing impatient with every passing second and by the time she had emptied the equivalent of 4 shelves, he was glaring at her.

"Took you long enough." He snapped, grabbing her hip, pulling her against him and Apparating them away.

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Landing in their bedroom with the usually pop, Fenrir walked away from her, leaving her to fall over (her weakness of Apparating) and walked over to the bed. After he'd put the suitcase on the bed and brought it back to its original size, he turned to her, walked back and helped her stand up.

"What happened?" he asked, walking her over to the bed and sitting her down.

"I hate Apparating. Makes me dizzy."

"Are you alright?"

She scoffed. "What do you care?"

"You're my mate. Of course I care." He snapped, taking her head in his hands and fiercely pressing his lips to her own. She struggled against him and tried to push him away but he held firm. Still trying to push him away only resulted in him shoving her back onto the bed covers and then climbing over her.

"No, let me go." She snapped, managing to pull her lips away from his and push at his shoulders a little. Sadly for her, Fenrir's strength was too much for her to handle so her arms fell to her chest and he began to nip at her neck, but not enough to break the skin.

"Do you know that Alpha wolves contain lycanthropy venom even in their human form?" he asked her, opening his jaw wide and pressing the points of his canines against her soft flesh.

"Don't." she whispered, with a begging tone.

He chuckled against her neck but nonetheless withdrew his head from her neck. "Beg me." he said sadistically.

"Please don't." she whimpered as his head lowered again and she felt the tips of his teeth on her flesh. Not caring about her blatant fear or shaking limbs, the only thing that stopped him from giving Hermione the same infection as him was the knock on their door.

Rearing his head away from her neck and glaring at the door, Fenrir barked at the door. "What is it?"

The door opened and Harry stood there. Looking over Fenrir's canines ready and deployed and Hermione shaking on the bed, there was only one thing that filled Harry's mind - get her out. But that wasn't possible. "Alpha, a letter just arrived from Voldemort."

Fenrir sighed and held out his hand. Harry walked over to the bed, handed him the letter but didn't move afterwards. "Anything else, boy?" Fenrir snapped.

"No, Alpha." He answered quietly and left the room.

Fenrir unravelled the letter, put it on Hermione's chest and then read it. Obviously displeased at whatever it said, he groaned and laid his head on the letter/her chest. "Did you bring anything formal with you, pet?"

"No. Why?"

"Voldemort requests that we both attend a dinner with Him and His precious Inner Circle."

"Me?" she stuttered.

"Yes, you." he snapped, squeezing her waist in his arms. "You'll have to borrow one of the packs' dresses." He said finally, climbing off her and opening her case.

Hermione sat up and read the letter that fell into her lap whilst Fenrir riffled through her stuff. The ink on the parchment was curled, joined up and slightly difficult to read. 'Fenrir, bring your precious mate to dinner with Myself and the Inner Circle. Friday night, 7pm, Malfoy Manor. Voldemort.' Was all it said.

"Do I really have to-?"

"Is this the smallest thing you have?" he interrupted. Hermione looked at him and her eyes widened, horrified, when she saw him dangling a pair of her bikini briefs between his fingers.

"What are you doing?!" she shrieked at him, moving to grab the underwear out of his fingers but he merely smirked and held them higher.

"Now, I'll say again - are these the smallest things you have?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes." He said, putting the underwear back in the untidily packed case and pulled Hermione against him. "I want to know what kind of girl I'm with."

"I've never been a 'frilly skimpy underwear' kinda witch." She answered simply.

"Well, we'll have to sort that." Keeping one arm around her, he riffled through the case again. "And what..." he began, pulling out a pair of full, high-cut briefs, "exactly are these?" he said, dangling them from his fingers with distaste.

"They're underwear."

"It looks like a parachute." He snapped. Turning them around so the fronts of her thighs were pressed against the case and he was standing behind her, he put his hands over hers. "Anything I don't like in here, you don't wear."

"What?" she cried, turning and looking him.

"I mean it." he snapped back and turned her back around.

Over the next half an hour, Fenrir - much to Hermione's displeasure (to say the least) - had thrown out more than 20 items of clothing. "You know, you really need to shop with the females from now on." He said finally, closing the case and putting it under the bed.

"You mean the bags of skin and bone dressed like whores?" she snapped from her place on the bed. He growled at her. But then twitched. Seeing him look out the window shakily, Hermione turned her head and gasped. The full moon was coming over the hills.