Silvaticus

Chapter 14

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Greyback couldn't stop thinking about sex, as he tried to sleep in his small bed. He had spent the last couple of hours masturbating and it still wasn't enough for his body. Groaning, he pushed himself of his bed in frustration and began pacing around his cramped room. He made his way over to his window and looked outside to see his way of escape.

Why didn't I think of that earlier? Thought Greyback.

Casting a disillusionment charm on himself, the werewolf slowly made his way out of the seaside cottage. Opening the front door, he was instantly hit with the smell of fresh sea air and subconsciously felt more at ease. He was not used to being in a confined space at all hours of the day. Greyback was used to coming and going as he pleased, and felt a small sense of relief as he circled towards the back of the house.

There, on the right side of the house, was the part-veela. Every morning, she would pass through the wards to collect sea shells and herbs from the woods. This would allow him around 1-2 hours of free time to get some relief and come back without anyone knowing he had left.

The werewolf apparated almost instantly upon hitting the edge of the wards, and headed towards the underground camp. Everything seemed in place, as he made his way through the camp that many werewolves now called their home.

Barguest shot up out of his bed upon seeing his leader walking hastily through the camp. Greyback motioned for him to sit back down, which Barguest did without question. The pack leader quickly made his way into Sadhbh's tent, and closed the flap behind him.

"Fenrir!" she exclaimed upon seeing her soon-to-be mate.

Greyback didn't respond to her screeches, sat in the chair next to her boudoir, and said, "Dance."

Sadhbh, desperately seeking to please him in anyway, began swaying her hips seductively in what Muggles would call a lap dance. She made her way closer towards him, when she turned around and bent over in an effort to tease him even more.

Turning back around, she placed her left leg on the side of her vanity, which exposed most of her to Greyback. Instinctually, the pack leader reached up and slipped two fingers in her harshly, making her gasp at the touch.

He grabbed her hip with his free hand in order to keep her from falling, and brutally rammed his fingers in and out of her. His mind began wandering to the Granger girl.

I wonder if she's tighter, he thought randomly.

This thought caused him to rip his fingers out abruptly and shoved her to the bed in anger. Looking at the women he was expected to mate with, he couldn't help but wonder if that was the right choice.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked annoyed.

Standing up without a word, he strolled out of the tent and walked up to Barguest who had fallen asleep.

"Anything new?" Greyback asked.

Barguest violently sprang awake, and stood to meet the intense eyes of his leader.

"There are four new young ones, Greyback," He responded "no news from the outside as of yet."

Fenrir paused to think for a moment before speaking again, "I haven't heard anything from the Dark Lord. No doubt he's figured out my intentions by now."

"Have the entrances guarded at all times," their leader continued, "unless you need food."

"I'll begin the shift and give everyone their orders," said Barguest, "I'll make sure everyone adheres to them."

Silently, Greyback turned, and made his way out of the underground werewolf camp.

"Remember, stay out of sight," He warned one last time before disapparating, leaving Barguest confused.

Landing with a soft thud, Greyback placed the disillusionment charm back on, and walked around the wards of Shell Cottage. As he circled the cottage, he began to silently worry, because it looked as if the woman of the house had finished her daily errands early. He stopped in his tracks as he heard light footsteps behind him.

Woman. About 40...No, 30 feet away, he analyzed to himself.

Sniffing the air, he recognized the woman to be Fleur Delacour, who was walking back from the forest. Greyback quickly made his way inside the cottage, opening and slamming the door behind him. Looking around, everyone appeared to still be asleep in their rooms upstairs, and took off his invisibility charm.

"Where were you off to?" a soft voice asked.

In his haste, Greyback seemed to overlook the lithe form of Hermione Granger who was silently reading a book on the couch in the living room.

Dammit, the werewolf thought.

"Mind your business, chit," Greyback responded gruffly, "How long have you been there?"

Hermione eyed him before responding, "I just sat down when I heard the door open, if you must know."

The werewolf mutely made his way up the stairs leaving Hermione alone with her thoughts. She had just looked down at her book when she heard the front door open for a second time. Looking up, she was greeted by the smiling, bright face of Fleur. She watched as the attractive witch place the items that she collected on the kitchen table.

"Fleur?" Hermione quietly called.

"Good morning, 'ermione!" responded the older witch from the kitchen, "is there a problem?"

Hermione got up from the couch, made her way to the kitchen, and stood in the doorway before she chose her next set of words. She quietly watched Fleur, who was beginning to make breakfast.

"No, nothing's wrong at all," said Hermione, "I was wondering, did you see Greyback outside while you were getting the herbs?"

Fleur turned around from magically peeling potatoes and said, "No. I saw no one outside. I'm usually the only who wakes up zis early."

"Bill," she continued, "asn't been a morning person since I've met 'im."

"Oh….okay. Thanks," Hermione said before walking back to the couch.

Sitting down to read her book, Hermione couldn't stop her brain from racing, trying to think of Greyback's previous actions.

I knew I saw him take off a disillusionment charm, she thought, He's obviously sneaking out.

Hermione was curious about what he could be hiding, and decided that she was going to find out. Placing the book back in the shelf, she walked upstairs and crept towards Greyback's bedroom door. Leaning in closely, she could hear something that sounded like moaning.

After standing there for little longer, she heard some bedsprings squeak and then, Nothing.

Unexpectedly, the door swung open to reveal a stark naked Fenrir Greyback. Hermione couldn't help but take in his form, which was muscular but not overly so.

He was sweating and then she noticed it… Huge, she thought.

"The offer still stands, darling," he said noticing where her eyes traveled, "Would you like to come inside?"

She couldn't speak; Hermione Granger was at a complete loss for words.

Finally, she was able to muster something; Only, she was so nervous that she seemed to have lost control over her vocals and screamed "No."

Quickly, she then made her way to her room.

Jumping into her bed face first, Hermione could feel the heat radiating from below her belt. She rolled over onto her back, and laid, there confused about her emotions.

I can't believe how he's just so…..care-free with his body, she thought in frustration.

Hermione didn't want to admit it, but no one had ever made her feel that aroused in her life. In fact, until now, she wasn't sure if she had ever been aroused before! Reaching down her pants, she couldn't believe what she was about to do, but she needed some release. She continued to rub on that little bundle of nerves until she came with a gasp.

I can't get distracted like this, the young witch thought, I need to figure out what he's been up to.

Her thoughts swam throughout the night, and her last thought was one of what would have happened if she chose to walk into his bedroom earlier that day.

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A/N:

Credit for any and all corrections to this chapter goes to my wonderful Beta, Jamberine! Also a quick thanks to the lovely slytherinprincess for corrections on the last chapter: (These two are a fanfic writers dream!)

Cúchulainn - Pronounced Coo - cul - ann...

I'm afraid the name does not mean Hound of Culann - Cúchulainn killed Culann's Irish wolf hound with a sliotar... (A small ball used in hurling)

Sadb - really spelt Sadhbh, pronounce Sive - like 5 with an S.

Just means good in Irish/Gaeilge... (Or irish gaelic as others tend to call it!)

Fenrir's Girl: Hope that's not too much for you! I know you didn't want Sadhbh to have sex with Fenrir…hope you can keep reading.

Happy 4th of July to all my American readers! Wohoo! Okay...*tries to calm down* I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it. From here on in, it's going to be focused on Herm/Fenrir's tumultuous relationship. There will be plenty of bumps along the way but trust me….they will get there!

I'm relating their relationship to what I've personally been through with my boyfriend, who is very much like Greyback. (Apart from the whole killing women and children thing) So, it's going to get pretty personal for me. Keep reviewing and adding all of the lovely alerts!