Silvaticus

Chapter 15

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The next day came and went without as much as a peep from Hermione. She had been tempted to leave her room when she smelled the familiar aroma of pumpkin bread that made her stomach growl. Hermione stood behind her bedroom door, with her hand clasped around the door knob, took a deep breath and cracked the door open slightly.

Peeking her head outside, she could see no signs of the werewolf she was so desperately trying to avoid. Without warning, Greyback's bedroom door swung open, revealing a fully-dressed werewolf. He showed no signs of having noticed her awkward position and proceeded to fix the draw strings on his pants.

"You know," said a raspy voice, "I've never met a more timid chit than you."

"If you were my mate," Greyback continued, "I'd have every right to drag you into my room by your hair, and make you beg me to stop claiming your body as mine."

Unable to contain herself, Hermione swung open her bedroom door with such force that it ricocheted off of her wall.

Marching up to him she said, "You're a disgusting man and I refuse to stand here and have you talk to me as if I'm some common whore!"

Unexpectedly, Hermione was thrown against the wall and was staring into the eyes of the most feared werewolf in the wizarding world. She could feel his claw-like nails digging into the back of her neck and winced in pain. Seeing this, Greyback began mocking her.

"Oh, what's wrong?" he said, "I thought that you wanted to stand up to me, and assert your female dominance?"

Where's Bill? I'll even take Fleur's help at this point! Thought Hermione as she tried her best to contain her fear.

"I'm your Alpha!" he said practically growling, "Don't you ever challenge me again, bitch."

"Hermione!" came Bill's voice from downstairs.

The werewolf let her go instantly, and before leaving, gave her one last look, before he went down the stairs. Hermione just slumped to the ground, and continued to rub her ailing neck, before hearing her name being called once again. Embarrassed at her lack of courage, she made her way downstairs, making sure to cover up her wound with her hair.

Walking into the kitchen, she was met with the smiling face of the newly married Weasleys, who were sitting at the table.

"Where's Greyback?" Hermione asked.

Bill's expression changed instantly, and said, "He left. The bastard didn't even bother to shut the door."

"Bill!" Fleur admonished her husband's language.

"Oh," Hermione commented, "Well, more for us then?"

Seeing Hermione's attitude, they both smiled and spent the rest of the meal talking with each other. She didn't know what it was, but she had really come to enjoy Fleur's company, even though she would still annoy her on occasion. After helping with the dishes, Hermione made her way to her bedroom with a smile on her face.

It feels so homey here! She thought, closing her door.

Her attitude only changed once she was alone in her room, and let her mind wander to the stray werewolf.

Where could that man have gone? She thought, twiddling her thumbs, We have another week before the full moon!

Pacing around her room, she felt a sense of duty to figure out whatever it was he was up to. There seemed to be no logical explanation as to why he would leave the house. Also, he couldn't have gone far or else he would've set off the alarms.

We even have raw meat! She thought back to Bill's dinner.

Pocketing her wand, Hermione quietly opened her bedroom door, and once again peered outside.

I'll have to make this quick, she thought as she scurried into the werewolf's bedroom.

Not knowing what to look for, Hermione began her examination of a pile of clothes to the right of the bed, directly in front of her.

She couldn't help as the bile made its way to her throat, the smell is atrocious, she thought as she tried to hold her breath while she sifted through the dirty laundry.

Hermione was about to leave in defeat, when she spotted a torn piece of parchment in pant pocket, which was strewn across a single chair. Wrenching it free, she was able to read off a small list of names that she didn't seem to recognize.

"Well, well," said a rough voice from the doorway, "looks like your curiosity is going to be what finally does you in."

Looking up, Hermione was horrified to see the grinning figure of Fenrir Greyback. Closing the door behind him, Greyback took out his wand, causing Hermione to flinch, and cast a spell on the room.

"I – I, I wasn't," Stuttered Hermione as her mind raced trying to think of a way out of this.

"You weren't what, chit?" Greyback asked as he began slowly walking towards her.

He could kill me, right here, she thought, He has nothing to lose…or does he?

Looking at the werewolf, who was walking towards her in a predatory fashion, she thought of only one way out.

"You wouldn't kill me!" she practically screamed as he came within an inch or her body.

Greyback paused before speaking, "I won't?"

"You need Dumbledore now," she continued, "You-Know-Who would sooner kill you before taking you back now."

"You think that you could ever understand what goes on in my head?" the werewolf said baring his teeth, "You're just a bitch. It's not your place talk about things you don't know."

Just as she was about to comment, Hermione was thrown onto the bed, and felt hands roaming along the most private parts of her body. She tried with all of her might, but couldn't move the werewolf on top of her.

Hermione was terrified as Greyback made a deep, rumbling growl that seemed to emanate from his stomach. That sound caused Hermione to lay still and let the werewolf continue to tear through her clothes.

"I've waited too long to taste you," he said, reaching down to rip off her panties.

"Look at me!" Greyback said harshly.

The sharpness of his voice caused her to look into his deep blue eyes, and they both stopped their movements.

"Tell me," was all he said to her, but somehow she understood what he was asking of her.

Meekly, Hermione responded, "Touch me," which set off a chain of events that she would soon try to unlock.

Pushing aside her panties, he began his languid ministrations of rubbing on her pussy making her whimper. Not taking care of his nails, he began to roughly stroke her, bringing her very close to the edge when he ripped his hand away.

"Tell me," he repeated to her as he crouched down on his knees.

Hermione thought it sounded so much like a statement, but it was, in fact, a question. He was seeking approval from her to continue.

"Taste me," she said unable to contain her lust.

The feeling of his warm, hot tongue flicking at her wet folds sent shock waves through her body. She had never felt such pleasure in all her life, and at that moment wondered why this had been prolonged.

Talented, she thought as his tongue switch from lapping at her clit to sucking on it in a matter of seconds.

Abruptly, he stopped right before bringing her to a climax, and stood over her, unbuckling his belt.

"Tell me," Greyback said in a restricted voice.

Hermione looked down at the bulge that Greyback was pulling out of his tight pants. The sheer size of him is what brought her back to reality.

What am I doing? she said to herself.

"I – I can't," she said embarrassed, "I'm sorry."

Surprisingly, Greyback jumped on her, pinning her to the bed. He grasped her hands tightly, almost tearing the skin around her wrists. His member was positioned right at her opening, making Hermione look away in utter terror.

"I hate you," he suddenly said.

Just like that he was off of her and was already getting dressed.

"I hate you," Greyback continued, "because I can't bring myself to do what I want with you."

Hermione just lay there, afraid to even move. He was exhibiting various mood changes, and she was afraid of upsetting him once again. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, and silently repaired her clothes and removed the charm from the room.

"Move it, chit," he said climbing into his bed, "Unless, you'd like to stay?"

Taking his lead, Hermione ran back to her bedroom and shut the door behind her. All of this left her feeling more confused about the werewolf than she had in the beginning.

He had the opportunity to do whatever he wanted, she thought.

She tossed and turned for the rest of the night, as she could only think of her developing relationship between herself and the mangy wolf down the hall.

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A/N:

Begin with the smut! LOL! The story has reached the point of no return…it's going to delve more into their twisted and sadistic relationship.

Thank you to all of the lovely people who keep adding story alert! I wish all of you hundreds of people who have added an alert would review! LOL! I would love to hear what you think of the story so far. Good or bad.

Thanks to Jamberine, for once again making this chapter fabulous.

Coming up: Hermione and Greyback will continue their path down the rabbit hole, and within a couple of chapters, he will eventually bring her to meet the rest of his pack mates. But for what purpose? Can't wait for that one!