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It had been two weeks. Two blissful weeks of getting to know parents and mates. Two weeks of laughter, and smiles, and inside jokes. For Hermione, though, it had also been two weeks of sexual frustration, and wanting to mate with Fenrir. She was ready, and she knew it. But she hadn't gotten the time alone with Fenrir to tell him, and it didn't help that Harry and Draco always managed to "forget" silencing charms.
And Hermione always had tended to have an active imagination.
Today was the day though. The day. It was going to happen, her and Fenrir were all alone in their room laying together right then.
"Fen?" Hermione asked. All he did was run his hand through her dark hair and make a noise. She sat up, turned over onto her elbows and looked at him from her spot on his chest. "Fenrir." She looked into his eyes and made sure he was paying attention. "I'm ready. I'm ready to officially become your mate."
His eyes widened comically, then flashed gold in his lust. He searched her eyes, looking for any indecision and when he found none he lunged at her, pushing her backwards and climbing on top of her, sealing his lips to hers. She gasped. Fenrir took advantage of that and started massaging her tongue with his, she moved her arms up and around his neck. He shifted and his hips pressed into hers, as he was moving his hand down to her chest-
KNOCK KNOCK!
They groaned. He dropped his head onto her breastbone.
"What!"
Hermione gently pushed Fenrir off of her and stood up, fixing her rumpled clothes as best as she could while walking toward the door.
"Harry. This better be important."
He smiled cheekily. "Your father wanted to see you in the drawing room. About 5 minutes ago."
Her eyes widened and she took off down the hallway without sparing either of them a glance.
When Hermione got to the drawing room her father and her mother were sitting drinking tea, and she bent over, panting.
Bellatrix raised an eye brow, "Why are you breathing so hard, dear?"
"Harry," Pant. "Said you needed me as soon as possible." Tom started laughing.
"I didn't think he'd actually do it," He said while laughing. "He said he was going to try and mess with you. I guess he actually went through with it." Still chuckling.
Bella glared at Tom. "We just wanted to ask you a few questions, dear. Sit. Your father and I wanted to know if you wanted to leave Hogwarts. It's not going to be safe anymore. Dumbledore is going to know that we contacted you and told you everything by now, and they'll want revenge for, ah, getting rid of one of their own."
"Wait, Ron? What did he do!"
"Hermione, dear. Calm. He was a spy. Sent by Dumbledore to watch over you and young Harry to make sure you played your parts well. He's the one that kept the charms on you two. Dumble's would tell him how to do everything, and he would keep them up. Especially while you guys were out on the run. That was another thing we needed to talk about. What do you know of them?"
"Dumbledore," She spat. "Told us that Dad was only using them to stay immortal because he was afraid of dying. And That they were very dark magic. He sent us out to destroy them so that Harry would be able to kill you, dad."
Bella and Tom looked afraid. "Hermione… We have some things to discuss. You see, we've never actually done anything you think we have. Dumbledore has been impersonating us. He's creating the horcruxes. Not me