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Before she knew it, Friday had come and it was the day before the full moon, meaning that her relationship with Fenrir would be forever cemented and she would be a werewolf. It still felt crazy that she was making this decision, but she couldn't deny that it felt right to her. There was something about Fenrir that had morphed into comforting and reassuring, and at this point she didn't care if it was magic influence or not.

But, before their werewolf bonding ceremony, they had one more muggle date to go to. In the beginning, Hermione had said that she would plan all of their muggle dates, but Fenrir had been quite insistent that she let him plan this one. He promised that he would take care of everything, with Remus's help. He wouldn't even tell her what the dress code was, just that he would handle that too.

She hadn't known what to expect until Harry had showed up for her with a little black dress. "Ginny and I helped him pick it out." Her best friend said with a smile. "No offense, Hermione, but your mate doesn't have the best sense of fashion."

Hermione had laughed at that, thinking that it was probably true, given his apparent aversion to clothing. Plus, it was good to know that Ginny had helped pick it out knowing that she wouldn't have selected something that would make Hermione look bad. It was also nice to know that her friends were making efforts to get to know Fenrir better, because like it or not, he was now a part of her life.

She took her time getting ready, even styling her hair until it fell in smooth, voluminous waves, and even put on a bit more makeup than usual. The dress fit her perfectly, and judging by how it looked, they were going someplace quite fancy. She felt butterflies in her stomach when she thought that this might be her first "real" date with anyone. It was a little bit sad that she hadn't had to opportunity to do that more while she was growing up with the war, but she didn't let it get her down. She was determined to just forget about the mating tomorrow and enjoy the evening.

Fenrir arrived with Remus shortly before eight o'clock, right on time, and Hermione was impressed with his own attire. He was wearing his new favorite muggle jeans, but with a nice button down, tie, and a fitted blue blazer. She couldn't help herself from admiring how well it was tailored to his muscular form, and she was quite excited to be going anywhere on his arm.

As soon as he saw her, his jaw had dropped a bit, while his eyes drank in her form, from her done up hair, all the way down to her high heels. "Mate - Hermione, you look...wonderful." He said, an unnamed emotion shining in his blue eyes. Hermione blushed, knowing just how appealing he found her, and quite relished in that knowledge.

"Thank you, Fenrir." She said, closing the distance between them and pressed what was meant to be a chaste kiss to his lips, but it quickly moved a bit deeper. When he caught her lower lip between his sharp teeth, she couldn't stop the moan from escaping her throat.

Remus cleared his throat. "Fenrir, if you want to make your reservation, you should really be on your way." The older man said, clearly not wanting a front row seat to their amorous activities.

Reluctantly, Fenrir pulled away, a look on his face like he would like to just forget the reservation and carry her off to his den. But, at the same time, he knew that he had put in a lot of work to making this night perfect for his little mate, and so he wanted to show it off. Offering her an arm, he lead her out of the front door of Grimmauld Place, walking a short way down the street, until they got to a bus stop.

Hermione was immensely impressed and surprised that Fenrir had even figure out the buses, and that he confidently got on board, giving the correct muggle change for both of their tickets. He found them a seat together, and offered her the window seat, but she thought that was partially to give his long legs room to spread out. "Wow, you've really learned a lot for me, haven't you?" Hermione asked, while their bus sped along down the road. It was so touching to learn that he had put just as much effort into learning about her culture as she had to his.

"It's not so hard." Fenrir said, though she thought he was probably just trying to project an air of confidence. She knew just how sensitive werewolf senses could be from Remus, so she was sure going out into busy, noisy, smelly London was probably not so fun for him.

In just a few stops, they got off the bus, and only had to walk a short way off the high street, before they came to a little Italian bistro. Fenrir ushered her inside, before giving his name to the host, happily following behind Hermione while they walked to the table. Remus had promised him that they would hold a table for him, but he hadn't been so trustful of the muggles. Still, it worked just like his friend had told him it out.

Hermione helped him to select a bottle of red wine for them to share, and they spent their time discussing all the different kinds of pasta that Hermione enjoyed. Agreeing that they would share bites off of each other plates, they both ordered something that they thought they would like. Fenrir ended up getting some kind of ragu while Hermione got a lasagne.

Fenrir thought it was fun to take bites off of Hermione's offered fork, though he couldn't help but imagine her feeding him with her fingers instead. If he was lucky, perhaps she would let him nip at her tiny digits. It wasn't too much of a stretch for him to imagine feeding her; Hermione was just cheeky enough that he was positive she would enjoy sucking the tips of his fingers, just to drive him wild.

The evening wasn't just a series of more sensual imaginings. Fenrir enjoyed talking more with Hermione about the NEWTs that she was scheduled to take in a few weeks. He hadn't had formal schooling, so it was interesting to hear what kind of things she would be tested on. She also revealed her intentions to work for the Department for Care and Regulation of Magical Creatures, and some of the changes she hoped to make for werewolves, starting first with education.

"There is no reason why, with wolfsbane, the children shouldn't be allowed to go to Hogwarts." Hermione said, a serious look on her face. Fenrir had tried not to wince. He personally would never take wolfsbane, as it completely dulled his nature, but he understood that certain concessions would have to be made to allow werewolf children to go to Hogwarts. He was beginning to learn that compromise could be a good thing.

He'd enjoyed making Hermione laugh, telling her about the time that he got his own wand, his parents unable to take him to Ollivander's. The first wand he'd tried to use and sent him flying and landing straight on his arse, and he nearly wanted to give up, but he tried again until he found one that worked.

It was a nice kind of domesticity that had Fenrir imagining what nights would be like once she lived with him. He was looking forward to making her laugh this hard for the rest of their days.

Having split the bottle, Hermione was buzzing, both from the alcohol and the conversation. It made her a bit bolder than she normally would be, but she knew that she wanted a little alone time with Fenrir as soon as possible. Once he'd paid the bill - very proudly, she might add - she pulled him down an alley to apparate them back to Grimmauld Place, telling him that they didn't need to wait for the bus when magic made traveling so convenient.

She wasn't sure if it was subconscious or just a happy accident, but she'd apparated them back to her room. Fenrir had raised an eyebrow at her, but Hermione didn't care now. She'd wanted some alone time with him and it seemed that she was going to get it. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the bed." She suggested, wanting to stay something like she was going to slip into something more comfortable, but she wasn't sure if that was warranted.

Walking to her closet, she tucked her high heels in their spot before returning to see Fenrir propped up by her pillows, his long legs stretched out before him. He tried to look casual, but Hermione could see that he was poised and ready to strike. Smirking at him, she walked towards the bed, stopping to untie is shoes and remove them. "No shoes on the bed." She admonished.

"Why don't you come over here and tell that to my face?" Fenrir challenged, sending shivers up her spine. Hermione couldn't think of a better suggestion, so she hopped up on the bed, crawling her way up his body, until she was straddling his waist, hands on his shoulders. Pressed against him this way, she could feel just how hard he was for her, and she couldn't deny that she was excited too.

Not willing to put it off any longer, Hermione leaned down, pressing her lips against his, just like they had before. He didn't wait to nip at her lower lip again, before soothing the flesh with his tongue. Inviting his tongue into her mouth with a caress from her own tongue, Hermione moaned, thinking that she could spend hours kissing him, if only she weren't so desperate for more.

Fenrir cupped her arse in his big hands, pressing her against him tightly. Hermione couldn't stop herself from grinding against him, rocking slowly back and forth, their bodies hardly separated. She felt triumphant, hearing the groan that she pulled from his throat. Knowing that he'd been celibate since he found out he had a mate was a bit exciting, and Hermione could only imagine what it would be like when they were finally joined together. She was positively dripping to find out.

Greedy hands pressed up under his blazer, wanting the stiff fabric off, so that she could feel more of his body. Fenrir happily sat up, letting her push the confining bit of clothing off his body. Hermione couldn't stop herself, though, and began working at the loosening the tie and undoing all of the little buttons from their respective holes. Fenrir slid his hands up the back of her thighs, under the dress to the place where her arse met her thighs. She smirked hearing his intake of breath at not feeling any fabric, and briefly wondered if werewolves had ever heard of a thong.

Once she had his shirt open, Hermione couldn't stop herself from snarling, seeing as he was still covered up with a plain white tshirt. "Merlin, who would have thought you'd have this much clothing on!" She complained to her chuckling mate, who was only too happy to let her pull the cotton fabric up over his head.

Hermione stared down at his body. He had a few scars here and there, but mostly, his upper half was perfection. It made her a bit proud to see the muscle, covered with dark chest hair, knowing that he was her's and all her's. She let her fingers trail down the center of his chest, all the way down, until she'd circled his belly button and let her fingers stop at the tops of his jeans. Oh, how badly she wanted to see him all for herself.

Fenrir's suddenly grabbed her's, stopping her from her objective. Hermione looked annoyed, but when she met his eyes, she realized that his control was slipping. "Mate, we've made it this far, as for the agreement. I won't break it the night before the full moon."

She whined, thinking about the throbbing in her insides, wanting nothing more than to let him take her right now, but he had a point. It was true that they had come rather far and it seemed a bit silly to give in to the temptation now. In less than twenty-four hours, she would be his mate forever and then they would have all the time in the world for sex.

Nodding in understanding, Hermione let her hands fall away. "Alright, Fenrir. But won't you stay here tonight? We'll just sleep, I promise." She locked eyes with his softening blues. "I just want you to hold me." She said, trying to sound as innocent as it was.

Her mate nodded in agreement, pressing a kiss to her forehead, her nose and finally to her lips. Standing from the bed, Hermione moved to the closet, to change it to her most tame pajamas that she owned, not wanting to tempt the man more than she already had.

When she returned to the bed, Hermione happily snuggled against his side, one arm wrapped around her body, holding her to him tightly. His chest turned out to be a rather comfortable pillow. With her arm wrapped around his body, leg thrown over his thighs, he was rather like a comfy teddy bear to snuggle with.

His gentle breaths soothed her, and focusing on the even breaths, she quickly felt her eyes drooping, heavy with sleep.