DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

The Girl Amongst The Wolves

Chapter 24

"So you're going to finish the year and then go back to your Pack? And live with Greyback? And give him children? And live with him? Forever?"

"You got a problem with that, runt?"

They hadn't noticed the door to the quarters open, nor Fenrir standing in the doorway, a deadly glare on his face.

Hermione shot out of her chair at the mere sound of her Mate's voice. As she was about to rush over to him, the only thing stopping her was the glare on his face. Even from her distance from across the room, she knew his eyes were the deep amber they went when his Wolf was fully at the surface. Without a word, or even a thought, she quickly sat back down in the chair obediently. This made Ginny look between the two of them, shocked at Hermione's reaction to Fenrir's presence. Luna observed her behaviour silently, mentally taking notes and assessing the situation. Neville looked like he was about to faint in terror.

Ginny stood up furiously. "Wha-?" She stumbled. "Hermione, what are you doing?"

Hermione saw the rage on Fenrir's face, his nails instinctively lengthening in preparation for something they all seemed to know was coming. "Ginny, don't." She warned.

"What?"

"Sit down, Ginny."

"Ginny, I would listen to Hermione." Luna spoke up gently, her soft voice almost breaking the tension. Almost.

"Why do I need-?"

"Sit. Down!" Hermione snapped, scared for her friend as she watched her Mate take a few steps forward.

Ginny looked back to Fenrir and trembled slightly at his new distance. He was only a few foot away from the sofa she and Neville were sitting on. Oddly enough, he didn't even seem to notice Luna. Or maybe he did and just didn't consider her a threat. Hermione stood up slowly, making Fenrir's eyes move to her. Saying nothing, she made her way over to him gradually, not wanting to put his Wolf on edge any more than He already was. She could feel her own Wolf scratching at the front of her mind, desperate to be unleashed so she could truly be with her Mate. As soon as she was close enough, Fenrir grabbed her arms, pulling her against his chest, burying his head into her neck.

"Come on, you two. Hermione and Mr Greyback need to be alone." She stood up slowly and calmly left the room, Ginny and Neville quickly scampering after her as Fenrir put his hand on the small of Hermione's back, pressing her body totally against his, every inch of her small body hard-pressed against his taller form.

He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply through his nostrils. The smell swirled around his brain like a deep rick fog, coating his every synapse and clouding his thoughts. His Wolf growled in happiness at her fragrance, reaching his hand up and running it through her hair. Whilst it was wild and uncontrolled – much like him, he mused to himself – it made up for it with softness. She gently rested her hands on his strong hips, looking up at him with her large doe eyes.

"Hello, Mate." She whispered softly.

He growled loudly at the title, tugging her head back and kissing her harshly. She moaned against his mouth, obediently opening for him when he lightly nipped her upper lip. Plundering her mouth with his tongue, he lifted her up easily with his hands, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. As he blindly walked around the room trying to find her bedroom, she trailed her mouth across his stubbly chin, gently nipping his rough skin. Growling again, he snarled,

"Fuck the bed!" Pressing her roughly up against the nearest wall, he started tearing her clothes off, making her gasp when one of his fingernails nipped her skin. Not caring, he threw her offending clothes onto the floor and nipped down her neck to her breasts. She panted heavily, awkwardly grasping the wall behind her for support. The stone was hard against her back, making her arch more into him to avoid getting chafed by the tough rock.

Their coupling didn't last very long, both of them too desperate and too needy to care about stamina. It was quick. It was rough. It was purely animalistic. Both of them simply needing to reconnect with their Mate after a week apart, though it had felt like much longer for two of them. When they both finished, Fenrir carelessly fell back onto the floor, Hermione falling on top of him. As he fell, he knocked his head against the back of the sofa – they hadn't even made it out of the living room. Grunting frustratedly, he blindly reached behind him and swatted the sofa, almost as if it were the sofa's fault for its position.

Hermione giggled. "It's not the couch's fault, Fenrir."

"Yes, it bloody is." He grumbled. She giggled against, moving to lie beside him, cocooning herself against his side, her arm draped over his chest. "What have you been up to?" He asked, his eyes closed as he let the peace he was feeling wash over him.

"Well lessons start tomorrow-"

"What subjects are you taking?"

"Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies – although Snape has made that compulsory-"

He scoffed. "No, that's the Dark Lord. His plan to brainwash all the youngsters into thinking that all muggles are vile creatures that need to be killed."

Hermione went quiet for a moment. "I come from muggles."

He sighed. "I know. And I don't care. And if you think, for even a second, that I would let anyone near you who thinks as He does, you've got another thing coming, Mate."

"Really?" She asked, fully doubting his answer.

"Yes, really. And do not ever think otherwise." His eyes were closed and his head was laid back but his tone of voice made everything clear. "Any other lessons?"

"Care of Magical Creatures. Ancient Runes. Arithmancy. Charms. Transfiguration."

He lifted his head when he realised she had stopped listing subjects. "Eight? You're taking eight NEWTs?" She nodded. "Merlin. I knew you were smart, Mate, but that's impressive."

Hermione blushed and awkwardly cleared her throat. "Well, it'll do for now." Fenrir chuckled.

!"!

"Do you have to go?" Hermione asked for the eleventh time since they awoke the next morning. She was all ready for her first day, her bag packed and loaded with parchment and quills. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a light smattering of make-up adorned her face and she was immaculately dressed in her robes. Fenrir was pulling on his shirt, only closing it with a few buttons.

"We've been over this, Mate. And besides, it was your choice to come to Hogwarts. And what would I do all day whilst you're in lessons? And no, I would not come to your classes with you." He teased, looking in her mirror and quickly running his hands through his hair in a crude attempt to flatten it.

"Well when are you coming back?"

He met her eyes through the mirror. "Soon. Probably tomorrow. So no more blood traitors in the living room." He joked, though she had a feeling he was being serious on some level. He walked into the living room, picking up his shoes.

She sighed and stood up, following behind him. "Why do you have to go again?"

He copied her sigh. "Because I have a Pack to take care of. Remember, Hermione? Those other forty-something Wolves that need us?"

She couldn't help but smile when he said 'us', not 'me'. "You promise to be back tomorrow?"

"No promises." He said seriously, giving her a final kiss. "Go to breakfast." He ordered, shoving her out the door. "And remember, Mate-"

She smiled. "Yes, I know, you love me and I'll be a good girl." The door closed behind her.

"I meant about the blood traitors."