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Hermione had kept her word with Fenrir and sent him an owl midweek. They agreed that they would have a muggle date on Friday, and perform the second ceremony on Saturday. Fenrir had written her back, and she found that he was surprisingly eloquent with his words. He was very disappointed in the way that she'd left him Sunday morning, and wrote in quite detailed language about all the lazy Sundays that they would have together in the future.

Some of it had gotten quite explicit, but Hermione couldn't stop herself from reading, even if her cheeks were blazing red at the same time. She wasn't sure how she felt about it, but she could identify at least that she was feeling...anticipatory.

She'd been very nervous about this date, because it was when she intended to introduce Fenrir to Harry and Ron and her parents. She'd arranged for the six of them to go bowling near her parents home. Hermione knew that it wasn't going to be romantic like the first one, but she really wanted her parents approval, even if there was no way she was going to explain to them what mating was, or that she intended to do it. There were a lot of things that her parents did not like about magic, especially after she'd sent them to Australia, and this would be one of them. She didn't want to damage their relationship more than it already was.

It had taken a lot of work with Harry, but the pair of them had finally gotten Ron to agree to keep his mouth shut about the particulars of the relationship, just when it came to her parents. She hoped that he would behave himself in front of Fenrir, but if not, she had some pretty good blackmail on him, involving the kitchen table and a Hufflepuff witch after the war was over.

Still, she'd asked Fenrir to come over to Grimmauld Place before the actual date so that she could explain about her parents. Remus had obviously helped him dress again, as this time he wore his muggle jeans again - freshly cleaned - and a grey sweater. It looked nice on him, but did absolutely nothing to hide the muscular bulk beneath the fabric. Hermione bit her lower lip, looking at him, wondering if her parents would be able to tell that there was something unnatural about him. It was obvious that he absolutely exuded power.

"Little mate, you tempt me when you bite your lip." Fenrir said, pressing his hands against her shoulders. "It makes me wish I was the one doing it." His voice was a gravely rumble, which sent memories of their night in the forest together. How nice his hands had felt cupping her breasts.

Shaking her head, Hermione knew she had to get a hold of the situation before things got out of hand. "Before we go on the date, I need to tell you somethings about my parents." Hermione told him, moving him towards the couch. He pressed himself as close as possible to her. "I am not going to try to explain the whole...mating thing to them. They are muggles and they just won't understand it. We are just going to tell them you are my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend." Fenrir said, feeling the unusual word on his tongue. "But you are my mate." He said, eyebrows together. He had a hard enough time with the fact that Hermione was resistant to being his mate, the idea that her parents would be too was a bit mind boggling. Shouldn't they be happy that her that she would be well settled with someone who could take care of her?

"Yes, and they don't need to know that it's permanent." Hermione said, resting her hand on his arm, wanting him to know that she wasn't trying to hurt him with her words. "They would see mating as my choice being taken away, and they are...very sensitive to that right now."

When his mate looked away, he could tell it was something that personally bothered her. Using his hand to tilt her chin up to look at him, he immediately noticed the worry in her captivating brown eyes. "Why is that?"

She nibbled at her lower lip again. "Because, during the war, I...modified their memories and sent them to Australia without asking. I was just trying to keep them safe." She looked so sad, about it. "I got them back, and they were happy to be home, but...it's just a touchy topic in our house still."

Fenrir thought that it was rather noble of her, but then again, she had been a Gryffindor. "I understand. You may tell them that I am your boyfriend." He said, only to see her scrunch her nose, as the sentance seemed to suggest he was giving her permission. He barely could contain a laugh, loving his feisty little mate's attitude.

They could put the inevitable off no longer, and so Hermione and Harry sidealonged Fenrir and Ron, respectively, to her childhood home. Harry had gone with her when she was helping them get resettled after their...vacation, as they called it, so he was very familiar with her home.

As soon as they arrived, Hermione could tell that her parents were on edge. Her father, who was a tall man himself, seemed surprised at the sheer size of Fenrir, especially compared to his little girl, but still offered his hand in greeting anyway. "I'm Greg and this is my wife Jean."

"Pleased to meet you." Fenrir said, giving them a winning smile. "I am Fenrir, Hermione's boyfriend."

"That's an unusual name." Hermione's mother said curiousity on her face. "Hermione told us she'd be bringing a boyfriend, but I'll admit that we haven't really heard much about you at all." Fenrir wasn't sure if he was meant to take offense at the statement, but he decided to let it roll, since he wanted to make a good impression on his mate's parents.

"Mum, dad, you remember Harry and Ron." Hermione waved to her two friends, and Fenrir watched with a bit of annoyance as her parents seemed much more friendly with the other two males. Perhaps it was because they didn't see them as potential sexual partners for their daughter? Once introductions were completed, Hermione and Fenrir decided to apparate to the park nearby the bowling alley, while the rest of them would pile in the car.

Hermione took the time on the short walk over to compliment Fenrir on his behavior so far. "I am sorry that my mum was so nosy. And my dad...ugh, of course he would see a handshake as some kind of power struggle." Fenrir promised her that it was no trouble at all to him, seeing as he had much stronger bones that your average muggle, even if he'd noticed that Greg's handshake was a little firm.

Hermione and Fenrir went inside the bowling alley, then and sorted out getting shoes and drinks. Hermione had to help him with his shoe size, seeing as he wasn't entirely familiar with the concept, but he did enjoy seeing her on her knees in front of him. It took everything in his power to stop himself from behaving inappropriately with her in public, but he just barely restrained himself. Once they were sorted, and Fenrir had helped himself to more of the beer, Hermione quietly sat with him and whispered the directions of the game to him, while they waited for the others to show up. It wasn't too much longer, but when they did the ginger and Hermione's father didn't look too pleased to see her with her lips nearly touching his ear, while his eyes were practically half glazed over in lust.

His mate decided to go first, to show him how to throw the ball down the lane, and he thought she was precious. She was...not very good at the game, as she told him the objective of the game was to hit the tiny pins at the end of the lane, but her first ball went straight into the gutter! He tried after her, only he was much better. It wasn't too hard, he thought, just throw the ball as hard as you can, and all the pins would come smashing down.

Hermione had congratulated him on his first attempt with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He couldn't stop him groan that time, seeing as it was such a tease now that he knew how her lips felt on his. He also couldn't stop from thinking how her lips would feel on other parts of his body too.

Settling in, he waited for his turn to go, and decided to cautiously talk to Potter. Of her two friends, it seemed as though the boy-who-lived-twice was much more receptive to him. He asked about Potter's intentions, on if he was going back to school, or just relax for a while. Learning that Potter was going to be an auror made Fenrir nervous, but the boy obviously understood his fear. Potter clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your whereabouts."

Meanwhile, Hermione had been pulled aside by her mother, who wanted to get all the details on this mysterious boyfriend. They were watching her father trying to teach Ron the proper mechanics of a bowling approach. "You know, Hermione, your father and I always thought you were going to end up with this Ron. Your father really likes him."

Hermione, immediately on the defensive, crossed her arms. "Well, dad is welcome to date Ron if he wants to, but I am very happy with Fenrir." It was nice for her to see Harry giving it a real effort and chatting with her future mate. It gave her hope for a brighter future.

"Well, I suppose he is good to look at." Her mother conceded. "Nice teeth too. But he doesn't really seem like your type Hermione. We just want to make sure that you are...making good decisions."

She rolled her eyes. Of course her dentist mother would comment on the state of Fenrir's teeth. "Don't worry, I know Fenrir isn't the usual type I would see myself with, but I am very glad that I took a chance on him. We get along smashingly."

"How did the pair of you even meet?" Jean queried her.

Hermione wasn't entirely sure how to explain this. She couldn't very well tell her parents the truth. Nibbling on her lower lip, she came up with an explanation. "We were introduced by a mutual friend. You remember Remus?"

"Oh, of course." Jean said, remembering the Professor turned friend that her daughter wrote about so frequently. "And that explains the age difference."

"Age difference?" Hermione asked confused.

"Well, he is quite a bit older than you, isn't he? It's a little bit unseemly Hermione." Her mother said with a sniff, that had Hermione bristling.

Of course Fenrir was a little bit older than her...actually, she wasn't entirely sure how old he even was, but it didn't matter to her. If you loved someone, age was just a number, after all. Not that she loved Fenrir, but she didn't see why it should be a factor in her relationship. They were both consenting adults. Well, sort of consenting. "Wizards age much slower in the wizarding world. Many people live to be well over one hundred years old, so that's not really a factor to me." She said stiffly.

Jean pressed her hands on Hermione's shoulders, turning to make her daughter look her in the eyes. "Your father and I just want what's best for you, Hermione. You must understand that this whole...relationship seems a bit sudden. We will always be here for you though."

Hermione hated the unspoken ending to that question that hung in the air...they would be there for her when she inevitably broke up with Fenrir. Well, it wasn't as if that was going to be possible, was it? "I can look out for myself, mum. You just have to trust me."

Her mum looked at her slowly, before giving her a quick nod. Hermione also hated that she had ever given them doubt to question her trust, but there was nothing to be done for it now, except work to repair it. Shaking her head, Hermione returned to the game, determined to have a good time, though Fenrir could tell that something was bothering her. He'd given her a squeeze of her hand and a questioning look when she returned to his side.

When the evening was over, Fenrir had just inched Hermione's dad out for the best score, which had left him dumbfounded. Owing to some lingering tension in the group, they all decided to go to their separate ways. Hermione wished her parents goodbye, before walking Fenrir back to the park that they had come in on, to apparate back to Grimmauld Place.

He was surprised to see that they landed on the stairs of the townhouse, and Hermione seemed fidgety and nervous. Finally, she steeled herself and asked the question that was clearly on his mind. "Would you like to come in for a while?"

Fenrir felt his heart rate accelerate. Remus had told him that being invited in was a very good thing. It didn't necessarily mean sex, but it could. At the very least, he knew he could expect some intimacy. Nodding eagerly, he tried not to follow her too closely, unless she be put off by his behavior. He followed her to the library - noting that that seemed to be her favorite room in the house - and settled in on the couch next to her.

The silence seemed to stretch between them, and he was about to ask her what her mother had said to her to make her so upset, when she closed the gap between them to kiss him firmly on the lips. It wasn't like their usual kisses, no this was more animalistic. Hermione wasn't afraid to take what she wanted from him, letting her teeth catch his lower lip and slide her tongue against his in a sensual war. Part of his brain wanted to scold her for trying to take out her frustration through intimate actions, but the other part just wanted to shut up and go along for the ride.

She'd straddled his lap, and he hadn't been able to stop from cupping her arse in her muggle jeans, pulling her center firmly against his aching cock, grinding her against him. Her lips were everywhere, kissing down his neck. He wouldn't admit it, but that was a very sensitive area for him as well, and he got excited just thinking about her someday returning his mating mark. Her fingers slid up underneath the fabric of his sweater, her fingers tracing over the muscle and through his chest hair.

He pressed his own lips to her neck, needing to mark her somehow. He could suck against her sensitive pulse point and leave bright red bruises, show everyone that she was his. His teeth scrapped against her skin, making her shudder against him.

Just as she was about to try and remove his sweater, Fenrir realized that this was quickly moving in a direction. Yes, he wanted his mate, wanted to be inside of her, more than fucking anything, but she was upset right now, and not thinking clearly. He could wait one more week for her and then she would be his forever.

Pressing his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her away so he could look in her eyes. The sight of her made him hate this new moral side of him, when he saw her eyes, pupils blown wide in desire, her lips swollen and parted, the tops of her breasts peaking out from the top of her shirt. "Circe, witch, you have no idea how much it pains me to say this, but...I should go. I don't want you to do something you will regret because you are upset."

She looked momentarily hurt, but he quickly saw her rational side bleed back into her eyes. She nodded stiffly, and stood up from his lap with a blush on her cheeks. He stood not long after, unembarrassed by the visible erection straining against his jeans, and helped her right her clothes.

Fenrir pressed one more lingering kiss against her lips, before promising to see her tomorrow for the next ceremony, and apparated away.