Sooo ... I had inspiration to continue!

Still don't really have a storyline but hopefully it'll go somewhere :P

Thank you all so so soo much for your reviews for my first chapter!! :D I never thought this would be so popular, so thank you very very much :)

I also decided to use the phrase "mon petite" which was suggested by BonneNuit :) Kudos to her for that lovely lil bit of French ;)

Oh, Fenrir says thanks to. He really wanted me to continue ;)

I Love Marking My Prey

Harry was his mate? He couldn't be! All Fenrir's life he'd presumed that he was to live alone... He'd never found a pack, nor had he found someone to live with, and with that much loneliness in his life he'd gotten used to solitude. He was unsure whether he was happy that Harry was his mate or not. After all, he wasn't one for relationships or family, but he wasn't one to question the way of the wolf, either.

He decided to check to see for definite if this boy was his.

As the dangerous werewolf leaned in towards him, Harry flinched and turned away, not wanting to have the disgusting mouth against his again. So as not to provoke the man on top of him, he kept very still.

However, the man stiffened and Harry hesitantly looked up to find Greyback staring at him intently. Then, without any warning, he nuzzled his nose all around Harry's body, taking in deep breaths.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Harry asked, his voice quavering as Fenrir pressed his nose to the crook of Harry's neck. However, he received no answer.

After at least thirty seconds of deep, heavy sniffs, the werewolf stopped and leaned up with a horrific and frightening expression.

"Well, well, well," he said huskily. "This is a surprise."

Harry glared.

"What is?" he spat.

"It turns out, oh Boy Who Lived, that you're my mate," Fenrir said as he carded his grimy fingers through Harry's tousled hair.

"Your what?" Harry was sure he'd heard correctly, but he highly doubted he was this monster's 'mate'.

"You're my mate," Fenrir repeated. "Do you know what that entails?"

Harry said nothing but continued his glare.

"I'll explain, then. Every wolf – whether animal or werewolf – has a mate, somewhere out there. You happen to be mine." Harry couldn't help but notice how bored Fenrir looked. "Therefore, we are destined to be together, just as soon as you get turned."

"What?" Harry shrieked. "I don't care if we're 'destined' to be together; I'm not turning into a werewolf!"

Fenrir restrained his snarl; he was as surprised at this as Harry was, but obviously he was taking it better than the boy.

"It's not like we have much of a say in this," Fenrir said, his head directly over Harry's. "I don't want a mate; I like the solitude of life."

"Then why were you acting so lovey-dovey earlier?" Harry growled.

"Because," Fenrir whispered, "you were just going to be a quick bit of fun, a guilty pleasure, a play thing."

Harry's eyes widened slightly.

"But it turns out you're more than that. I need you, and you – in time – will realise you need me."

"I haven't needed you yet, so I doubt I'll need you in the future," Harry hissed, feeling, not so much scared anymore, but frustrated.

"That is because our paths haven't crossed up 'til now, mon petite," Fenrir murmured. "But once I mark you, you'll need me like a drug."

"Mark me?" Harry croaked, the fear returning.

"Just think," Fenrir purred into Harry's ear, "being like me isn't all that bad. No more pressure on you to defeat the Dark Lord... think of all that freedom, boy."

For a moment Harry found himself imagining life without the constant reminder that his life will, one way or another, involve murder, and how he would never be free until Voldemort died.

"Are you tempted?" Fenrir breathed.

Harry wanted to say no, to object, and to get as far away from this creature as possible. But, somewhere inside him, he wanted to agree, to let Fenrir do what needed to be done.

He said nothing as he tried to decide what he wanted.

"Let me choose for you," Fenrir murmured.

Slowly, Fenrir leant in to Harry's neck where he placed his mouth. He wouldn't turn Harry yet but he would certainly give him something to remind him that they would be together again.

He sucked harshly on the boy's delicate neck, making sure to leave a bruising kiss mark. He bit down softly, not enough to turn Harry, but enough to draw blood.

"St-stop," Harry groaned weakly. "Please..."

"This is just to remind you that we will be together," Fenrir mumbled against the flesh he'd sucked on.

He retreated away from Potter and looked down at his mate, whose eyes looked slightly hazy and his mouth was slightly ajar.

Before he could play with his new-found play mate, he heard footsteps in the forest.

"Harry?"

"Harry? Are you there?"

Greyback looked back at Harry who seemed to have fallen unconscious. He placed a quick kiss on Harry's half-open lips and stood up.

"I'll see you soon, my little lamb." And he ran off into the opposite direction of the footsteps.

* * *

"Harry?" Hermione cried frantically.

"Harry? Are you there?" Ron called, thinking he'd seen some movement up ahead. "Hermione, I think I saw someone over there," he whispered.

"Let's go," she said, tightening her grip on her wand.

Moving quietly and cautiously through the Forbidden Forest, they moved to the clearing Ron had pointed to.

"Oh my gosh!" Hermione said as she spotted her best friend lying in the middle of the forest clearing.

"Harry!" Ron shouted, and they both made their way over to him.

"Ron, wh-what's that?" Hermione whispered, pointing a trembling finger to Harry's neck which had a large purple bruise and was slowly oozing blood.

Ron swallowed and looked away. He was pretty sure what sort of creature made that mark but he didn't want to frighten Hermione anymore than necessary.

"I... I don't know, lets call for help," he said flatly. He stood up and shot red sparks into the air.

Within seconds, Remus Lupin and Mad Eye Moody had appeared in the clearing where the three teenagers were.

"What's going on here?" Moody asked gruffly, stomping over to where Ron and Hermione knelt over Harry.

"It's Harry, he... he's unconscious," Hermione said trying not to cry.

"What's wrong with him?" Remus asked as he knelt beside Hermione and comforted her.

"That," Ron said in disgust as he pointed to the mark on his friend's neck.

Remus froze as he looked at the bruising wound.

"No," he whispered, causing Moody and Hermione to both ask, "What?"

"That's... that injury is..." He swallowed, not able to continue. "I'll tell you later, let's get back to the castle."

So there's chapter 2

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Thank you all again (: