Silvaticus

Chapter 7

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Several days had passed and Harry was having little luck with Griphook and his mood was simply dreadful making him unbearable to be around for too long. Hermione was secretly hoping that he would finally tell Harry how to get into Gringotts and be done with it in order for her friend to return to a somewhat pleasant disposition. In the meantime, Hermione spent most of her days reading and re-reading the children's tales Dumbledore left her.

Dumbledore rarely made mistakes and if she was right then these Tales of Beedle the Bard were a clue to destroying the Horcruxes. The only problem was that she wasn't any closer to figuring out how exactly these tales were to help them. The more she read the more confused she became; as far as she could tell there was a connection to Horcruxes but none to destroying them.

"Hermione, how many times are you going to read that bloody book!" Ron said.

"As many times as it takes, Ronald. For your information, Dumbledore left us all things to use to destroy the Horcruxes and I'm the only one who hasn't been able to figure out how to use the book." She said angrily.

"Geez, Hermione! You don't have to bite my head off!" Countered Ron.

"Then stop coming in here making stupid comments and making me feel as if I am purposely ignoring!" Hermione yelled.

Having enough, she slammed the cover of her book shut and walked out of the living room and all but ran upstairs to her room. Harry's mood is becoming contagious! I can't wait until we can move on with this mission. We're all coming down with cabin fever.

Feeling exhausted from all of the constant arguing, Hermione lay down in her bed and tried to get some sleep before dinner. Dinner. I can't stop thinking about the Order meeting that was going to happen in the next two hours. She could feel herself becoming more anxious with every passing minute because she knew that Greyback would be attending this time.

Normally, Hermione wouldn't mind him being there even though he had a bad habit of staring. However, she overheard Remus and Mr. Weasley talking about how Greyback would be staying in the house for a couple of weeks at least. To know that the man that leers at you every time you see him is going to be in the same space was a bit nerve wracking. After tossing around for a while in her bed, she decided to get up and take a quick shower before everyone arrived. It's already 4:30; Mrs. Weasley always puts dinner on around 5:00 when guests come over.

Finishing up her shower, she grabbed her towel from the cupboard, wrapped it around her body and walked into her bedroom. As she toweled off her hair in her mirror, she couldn't help but drift off and start thinking about Greyback once again. Looking into the mirror she began to wonder why Greyback stared at her the way that he did in the first place. She didn't think that she was ugly just not as desirable as he seemed to think she was. His looks are…confusing to say the least.

She got dressed and walked back downstairs and soon enough members of the Order began pouring in the front door. Hermione noticed that Greyback was among one of the last to enter the house and looked rather mangy; even more so than usual. Hermione didn't realize she was still standing at the landing of the stairs in order to get a better look at Greyback. Lately, she was finding herself thinking about him more and more and was becoming increasingly annoyed.

Greyback walked in looking moody until he saw Hermione and said, "Hello poppet. I see you're actually on the rag this time."

He stopped directly in front of her and smelled the air surrounding Hermione. Apparently, he smelled something he like because after giving her a toothy grin he stepped close enough to her that she could feel his bad breath on her face. Hermione became confused as to his motive, and began backing away only to fall backwards on a step straight onto her bum.

"Awww," he said mockingly as he leaned over her again, "don't be shy love. I can't guarantee that it won't hurt…because it will but I can say that I will have you mewling like the little kitten you are."

Hermione didn't know what to do at that moment; Should I scream? Should I call for help? He's too quick for me to reach for my wand. Suddenly, she felt him grab hold of both of her wrists and leaned into her face. For the first time, Hermione looked into his eyes and couldn't believe how blue they were. They're amazing.

"I've seen the way you look at me at these meetings darling and I have to say that I think you've been quite rude." He said with a strange tone Hermione didn't recognize.

"Rude? I don't understand." Hermione said confused.

"You've been such a little tease with all of those looks you give me. Peering over your books attempting to steal a peek when you think no one's looking. But I noticed." He said with a smile on his face.

"That's the first time I've ever seen him actually smile at me." She said.

"What?" asked Greyback.

Hermione stopped in mid-thought and said, "Did I say that out loud?"

She hadn't been this embarrassed in her entire life as she was at this moment. Hermione hadn't realized that she had voiced her awareness of something so intimate.

"So I am right," she heard him say, "You do look at me. Obviously, even more than I had thought."

He then released her arms, took a few steps away and stood there quietly. The kitchen door swung open, revealing Remus standing there looking between the two.

"We're going to be starting any minute. Are you two coming?" he asked refusing to move from the doorframe.

Hermione didn't say a word as she walked past Remus and into the kitchen. She squished herself in between Harry and Ron and politely ignored their confused faces. Remus and Greyback followed soon after and soon the meeting began. She just sat there trying her best to dissolve into her seat as she could feel Greyback's deep blue eyes on her. As she sat there, one thought kept replaying over in her mind. How could he tell that I'm on my period?

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A/N:

Wohooo! I needed this three day weekend. I'm catching up on my stories!

I just wanted to answer a popular question: No. This story will not feature any Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny or anything of the sort. There will be some mention of it if I see fit but it will only be a passing comment or two.

Now, onto why he keeps mentioning the fact that she's on her period. LOL Well, being a werewolf I don't buy into that whole "They don't have any special abilities…They can only turn into a wolf." That's CRAP! I wanted him to have strong abilities; it would put an emphasis on how he can't be easily tricked or manipulated making him an Alpha.

Also, I wanted to show Fenrir's flirty side or at least the type of flirty side I think he would have. I like making his character and personality raw. I wanted Hermione to be oblivious to the fact that she's attracted to Fenrir; mainly because she's always the first one to figure out everything. This time….Fenrir got to it first.

ATTENTION: I wanted to give all the readers a quick notice that I'm going to be using my profile as a means to let everyone know where I am with updating my fics. I'm slowly catching up.

Thanks to all of the reviews, story alerts, favorite author, and so on! I appreciate all of the support. Go review and let me know what you think. Feel free to leave any suggestions or criticisms; every little bit helps.