DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux
A Princely Wolf and His Naughty Witch-Wolf
Fenrir came to take Hermione to the Greyback Fortress. This day, he wore a tunic and leggings with soft suede boots. He also carried the bow and a sword; his hair was braided; he also wore an engraved thin circlet around his forehead. He was breathtaking. Although wolves and humans admired him, he didn't notice. His eyes were fixed on his target, Hermione. "Miss Riddle."
"Nah, please call me Hermione." She took his arm to Apparate to the fortress.
"I would like to unlock your wolf." He looked at her.
"How?"
He smiled, "A short ritual under the moon, not a full moon, just a moon. I would like my father to do it. He has been frozen since my mother was killed. She was visiting Sebus' sister. Ah, yes, forgot to tell you, you and I are cousins several times removed. My mother was Sebus' aunt. She was visiting her niece who just had the twins, two females. Everyone was static, female pups and more to come."
His eyes looked distant; his body turned rigid, "The Muggle army thought they were killing their favorite victims. They even saw the wolves as people, all thanks to Albus' powerful magic. They would killed everyone if not for Gellert; he went after the attackers like an avenging angel."
Hermione held his hand, inert and cold, "Gellert created a thick fog and attacked. He managed to kick the invaders out; then he moved the entrance to the Fortress. The place was totally dark. Sadly, it was too late; the attackers had already slaughtered many. First, he took care of his dead, relocated Echtwulf, and then, went after Albus; sadly, he was caught."
She squeezed his hand, but he still wasn't looking, no response. "A traitor sold us. Crazy, it was over jealousy, Father loved my mother, and the she-wolf wanted either he or I, but Father said neither. She wanted power, and my father didn't trust her; you see, she was born wrong."
He squeezed her hand back, grateful to have a caring touch, "My mother was expecting a child. None were spared, all murdered, my mother was carrying twin girls, two precious pups. I found all of them dead, and my father in wolf form howling. He fought hard but there were too many. Neither of the females was able to switch; they were...never mind. Sebus' father was torn to pieces."
"Ah, sorry, even sorrier that I worked for Dumbledore. I want to ask a favor from you, during one of your dark periods you hurt two good friends, Remus and Bill. Why are they afflicted? Why cannot you un-curse them? I gather that your werewolf is fake." Hermione held his hand between her hands, it was very cold.
"Smart witch. When I bite or scratch in the alternate state, an incomplete transformation happens. It is also a way to create disposable soldiers."
He stopped as soon as he saw her angry face.
"Yes, it is wrong, but I was in a deep hole. Finding you that day has made me sane. It has given all of us hope because we need strong magical blood, our powers will be enhanced. What do you want me to do? Anything for you my dear."
She liked the, my dear. "I want the curse removed as I said."
"No, I cannot do it, 'the curse' is part of their nature, they would die. The wolf lives inside, ask them. The wolves even have names, however, with their consent, I can grant them the gift to be like us. It is possible since I have the ability to replace all our murdered." He appraised her; he confirmed that she was listening.
"It is something we need to do carefully. We have made terrible mistakes, one was not giving Gellert the gift. He would had abused it, maybe, but he could have protected them. He arrived in the midst of the carnage," his eyes glazed again.
"Indeed, Gellert saved many but could had saved more. He could have saved many females. Did you know? He alone fought hundreds."
She nodded, knowing her father she understood. Gellert was like her father, he loved his family, and did whatever he was able to protect them; he would have wanted to save his family and those they loved.
"So, about your friends, we will talk to them. Do understand that if they have children or spouses, they must come with them. They will need to be protected. Weasley is married to a harpy which could be a problem, we are her natural enemies. If the children are harpy they cannot come, neither can the wife."
She was happy, Remus would be whole. Bill was very unhappy in his marriage, she knew that, but she wasn't sure if Fleur were pregnant.
They walked outside to the gardens. They sat on long pillows by a large pond, where he had a picnic set for them. He held her hand, slowly caressing her wrist, creating short stabs of desire and warmth.
Hermione brought Zip and Zap. Although they still distrusted Fenrir, they approached him, and, to her surprise, offered their bellies. He guffawed and scratched them, "I heard of their talents."
They banged their tails. He let them nip on his finger. Finally, as it was their habit, they sat far enough to beg and to protect her.
He moved closer to her, her nearness was making him shudder. "Here open," he put a tiny pastry puff inside her mouth, caressing her lip at the same time. He also threw a smidgen to the beggars, after that, they were forever his.
She sighed, "Delicious salmon."
He fed her tiny morsels of smoked fish, wild berries tarts, a salad of what he called blue grass, always sneaking caresses. He placed the beef carpaccio, right on her tongue. She turned, took notice and licked his finger a few times. The licks went straight to his cock that now stuck to his belly, throbbing with his heartbeat. Each lick made his hips lift forward; he wanted her badly. He was so aroused that his eyes nearly crossed. She was naughty, and he liked that, Mostly, he liked how she looked the innocent, it hid her true nature.
She smells delicious, her arousal hit his nose, too bad we need to wait, Plato reminded him. Fenrir tuned him out.
He laughed seeing her faces of delight. His laughter made her breathless. They had chocolate tarts that made them really high. Now, she figured out why chocolate made her high; it was because of her wolf, same with cola drinks. She grinned, her father, who secretly loved the cola drinks, added firewhisky to his; she didn't need to, the caffeine did it for her.
Hermione surprised Fenrir, out her small bag she pulled out two tiny cans, pointed her wand, "Engorgio," and with a wandless made them cold.
"Drink," she opened the cans. "I love the tarts, perfect with this."
"The tarts were made with my favorite chocolate, 70% cacao." The bubbles tickled his nose making him sneeze. Although Plato disliked it, Fenrir liked the feeling.
Not even aware, she was now against Fenrir's body, who was nearly lying down.
His hands were on her shoulders, massaging them, his fingertips lowered to the swelling curves of her breasts. He thought that he was being able to hide his arousal.
Hermione liked his scent, it made her hungry for him, she could imagine his hands on her, she could hear his hard breathing, and see his eyes, also yearning for her. It all made her feel warm between her thighs, very; she looked at him, his eyes were half closed. She wanted his fingers on her, as a starter.
"Princess, I want to kiss you, but I want you to tell me if it is okay." His deep voice even deeper.
She nodded, her body was on fire wanting his touch.
"Hmm," he sighed.
Fuck, he wanted more than kissing. He hadn't been with anyone in decades because sex had lost its appeal. Now, he wanted more than that. He wanted to touch her, everywhere...maybe it is possible, he reasoned. After all, she is mature for her age and probably had sex before.
He heard a nasty snarl, Bad pup. Plato growled displeased. She should have waited for us.
Fenrir ignored him, Plato was a puritan when a mate was involved. She needed to wait for him, but the males did as they pleased. Plato was rather strict, first marriage, no pups without it.
The problem was that if she were a possible mate, pregnancy was always a highly probable risk; spells, potions, and what not, were pointless. Unfortunately, pups out the marriage bed had a high possibility of being tainted, or have a run with bad luck and misfortune. It was the same for all those in either his or Sebus families. Maybe it was the results of a forgotten curse, nobody knew the reason.
He moved above her to pick her up and sat her on his lap. Then he half sat and reclined against a tree.
"You are small," he smiled lazily, "I want to reach you better."
His lips moved around her face, he was trying to control his breathing and to hide his arousal. He pulled her shoes off. The fantasy of her foot caressing his cock had stuck. He didn't have fetishes, but this was a must.
Her toes and finger nails were painted red. He closed his eyes seeing her slender foot lazily caressing his cock, while she lay naked by him. His body shuddered as his cock throbbed with each beat of his heart.
His hand climbed up her calf slowly. He still hadn't kiss her. Gods he wanted to touch her, to taste her. Though he was afraid that once he touched her sex, his control would vanish.
"Kiss me," she whispered opening her legs for him. She had done something like this with Viktor and Harry. She wasn't a prude, but it hadn't felt like this. His fingers burned a trail of fire.
His lips caressed hers lightly, she growled, realizing that it was a real growl; Ron was right after all, she truly growled.
He chuckled, "Patience." What he meant was, slow down, or I will regret it.
She straddled him to best get at his lips, held his face between her hands, and kissed him clumsily. Hermione sat over his hard cock and moved her hips, feeling him right between the folds of her burning sex. The friction as she slid over him made her body arched. Her guards had stayed behind, so they were entirely alone, so she was free to be as bold as she pleased.
It felt too good, his cock throbbed, gods no,; at once, he tried to get her off him. So good that his body thrust on it's own. No, no. Sebus would kill him. He knew the limits, a kiss or two, a couple caresses; he had told him how displeased he was with Lord Riddle.
"Jean and Hermione are royalty, only bedding after marriage. Something in between after betrothal. Do we understand each other?"
Let her try, Plato was on the driving seat. Although her aroused scent made him drunk, he would be unmovable. The problem was that he could see his skin turning blue, almost out of control.
His hips thrust forwards repeatedly. Maybe she would be happy with that. She gasped and smiled wickedly. It felt good, just for starters. The chocolate made her uninhibited.
She remembered her father nuzzling her mother's neck. She did that and nipped him slightly while she moved over him. She was in a quest. Bloody hell, he was gorgeous, his cologne was citrus or was it pine, mostly he smelled of sex, now she recognized the scent.
No wonder Luna told her that she was missing something good. Hmm. Today, she was going to find out the entire experience, oh yes. She couldn't wait to tell Luna, she was waiting for an update.
"Touch me there; it feels, hmm, good." She took his hand and moved her stretchy knickers. The feel of her wet warmth, made his skin turn blue. He was nearly gone. He pulled his hand away.
He growled, flipped her over and pressed his body over her.
"Oh my princess, oh." He didn't know what he meant, Nah, he did. I wish I could say no, but it is hardly an option.
All he wanted was to imbed his cock inside her warm channel. He shuddered imagining her naked body under his as he pressed inside. His lips were on hers. She barely understood his kisses, his lips took over her mouth, he licked coaxed the lips open to make love to her mouth.
Mating was upon him. He was ready once he kissed her while he pressed his cock, now aligned with her sex. He could feel her wet warmth. She wore a Muggle version of witches' robes, thus there wasn't much between them.
"We need to stop," he mumbled. Somehow her legs wrapped around him. His mouth went down her neck while she moaned.
He wanted her bare skin against his, he was getting ready to get them naked.
He could feel every inch of her body, her mouth was a drug. Plato was entirely drugged with her heady arousal.
He knew his game was over when his wolf said, It is fine, we will marry soon. Plato was a goner, zero will power. Darn, he needed more, he couldn't stop.
"Yes, yes," she kept saying.
"Do you want me to kiss your body?"
She just nodded. With a flick of his wrist he opened her Muggle blouse and moved her bra aside. Her bare breasts made him blink.
He was speechless. Damn, she is delicious. He lowered his mouth to ...
A nasty growl was heard and a very large wolf and a small elf were upon them. The female elf redressed Hermione in the next second. Hermione snarled, displeased with the intrusion.
Reality descended upon Fenrir. Holy cow, it was Sebus, and he was peeved. Fenrir narrowed his eyes, damned old biddy, Cecile, the elf nanny. Figures, nosy bitch. Cecile must have been spying and had called Sebus.
He heard short yips, Zip and Zap were trying to scare Sebus away. Sebus or Thunder as his wolf liked to be called, pawed the annoying little beasts trying to bite his tail.
The little beasts didn't like that, several sparks were visible, along with the sounds of zip, zap, and a howl of pain.
The swift canine intervention, brought to an end what could have been a nasty incident.
Hermione watched fascinated how Sebus changed back to a human in a second. A shimmer, and he was back, barely naked just for a second. Now he stood dressed like Fenrir. He looked very angry and still yipping in pain. Hermione covered her mouth to disguise her smile.
Fenrir was on his back laughing while Zap jumped on him to lick his face, and Zip hid behind him. They were his friends after all the snacks.
"What was that? It still hurts. And what do you think you were doing with my niece?" Sebus demanded an answer.
The niece still high on chocolate, looked annoyed. "I am not a child, what is this, are you a spy? I was on a date, meaning private. Did my father put you up to this? I can do whatever I want to, it is my body and my right."
Sebus was about to give Hermione the first discipline on her life. He snarled, so nastily that the pups coward behind Fenrir. Hermione was suddenly very afraid.
He looked feral, his curls moving, and his fangs gleaming. "You Missy, are on my family, thus you answer to me," Hermione felt subdued like she couldn't talk back. What was this? She didn't like it one bit.
"You are a babe, in the human world you are nearly an adult, not here. It will be a while. So until you marry, you answer to your parents and to me. You are the youngest marriageable female, a prize. Your magic is like no other. Fenrir should know better. In case that you are not aware, you are royalty amongst us and others as well."
Fenrir knew better, "Yes, I should have known; it is not her fault." He looked chagrined.
"It was both of us." Hermione wished her tongue would loosen, but Sebus was angry. She hated this set down. She was an adult, but Sebus didn't think so. She wished someone would stop him.
"Are you two betrothed? If not Fenrir will have to..."
She answered, she figured that Fenrir would be punished, and he had tried to stop. She had egged him on, err, attacked him.
"Not yet, but soon. We were discussing it."
He was grateful, Sebus would have challenged him, and they would have fought and hurt each other. It would hurt for days, maybe longer, no fast healing when they fought.
But this, it was beyond what he expected today. Hermione had accepted him. He wanted to kiss Cecile who was by Hermione, brushing her hair. "Missy, I takes care of the pups, me and my nieces." Hermione grinned, the opportunist elf, stalking a claim. Hmm, this elf was dressed nice, for an elf. An elf wearing jewelry, this was a first.
"Well, I don't want this repeated. Remember that your pups must be conceived and born after your marriage. You know the consequences, remember Diane? Some of us cannot afford mistakes. We will talk to your father. See what happened to Jean? She was nearly murdered, and we would have lost Hermione. Always the same, either tainted or evil is after them. But congratulations are in order, right?"
Sebus was a clever wolf. He saw the chance to ensure that his niece stayed in the families. In reality, he was the equivalent of a prince, same than Fenrir.
After the massacre their numbers dwindled, and they needed the strong magic their pups would bring. He had never seen anything close to the power she radiated. A tainted pup would be a tragedy. They were only a few hundred between both families. This was only one of their fortresses, Hermione had much to learn. But for now, he was so very happy.
Hermione's quick mind assessed the situation, her father wanted her married, and she was considering Fenrir but wasn't sure.
"I will decide soon, but not yet. I am attending a party as the Lestrange's guest. It wouldn't be right."
"Which brother?" Fenrir asked, already seething.
"Rabastan, mostly."
He is a good wizard, but his brother had been married to the demented witch. He looked at Sebus while they conversed with their minds.
We need to find Rabastan a wife. We will bring Lucrezia and Juliette to the Lestrange ball. We need magic blood in the family. Rabastan is good, Rodolphus, ahem, I think he is in love with Thomas. You know that we are open to sharing a bride, so maybe they can share.
"I am attending the ball, we can sneak a dance or two," Fenrir told her, his dazzling smile made her melt.
Delicious, an intrigue, she thought, but Sebus is such a nosy...
She heard a voice inside, I am a what? Watch it missy, I won't let anything happen to any of you, behave!
She blushed, Fenrir bent his head to hide a smile, Plato was right, She is fire and look at her feet, still shoeless. Next time on our marriage bed where we can lick every inch of her body.
"Now, Fenrir, let's take our princess to meet our king."
"King?"
"Yes, Fenrir's father, Lear, maybe seeing you and later your mother can help, we hope."
Hermione remembered Fenrir saying that the king had gone mad at the massacre and was a wolf since that time.
They went in the fortress thru an inner garden into a door that wasn't there until they were right in front of it. "yes themonster also killed him."
The door opened into a meadow of blue grass. Wow, she looked at the sky, three small suns. Hazy colors not all blue.
"Where, how?"
"Later, you will lean later; only a few can see it or cross it. They could have gone in here during the raid, but there was no time."
They saw a large wolf by a pond. He stood up.
"Tell your pups to behave," Fenrir asked when they started to growl.
"I will do better," she opened her rucksack, "in, jetz," they whined but jumped in. "Magic, it was made for them. They will go to sleep, it is a small cozy room."
The wolf had a grey streak. He saw Hermione and whimpered, they stopped.
"I was right," Sebus said. "You could be my Aunt's child."
As the wolf approached hermione, she saw that he was gigantic nearly her height. He sniffed her, and she felt the urge to hug him. It was as if someone was telling her to do it.
She leaned and hugged the large animal. First, he was shaking but shortly thereafter he relaxed and sat down. She dropped to the ground, and the wolf laid his head on her lap. They sat there quietly while she patted his head and gently rubbed between his eyes...
To Sebus, Cecile and Fenrir's delight, a slender man, in his mid thirties, as tall as Fenrir, with hair passed his hips, lay on her lap.
"Hello Son, I guess others are still here, how?" Fenrir was crying, his father after decades.
"Father." He went on his knees and held his father on a tight embrace. Sebus did the same, the two surrounded Hermione right next to them,
"Gellert, he was able to save young Echtwulf, she is his granddaughter. Her mother is also here."
"Where is our pup, Echtwulf? And Gellert did he make it, he saved many." Lear asked.
He saw that Sebus was crying as well. "Murdered by the same bastard, the righteous monster, Dumbledore, killed our Echtwulf, him and his wife. Gellert is also gone, the monster killed him as well.
For a second a shimmer and Lear faded, nearly reversed bak to a wolf.
"No, stay, you are needed," Hermione was now holding his hand. She whispered and kissed his forehead. "I will be here. I am here now."
"Are you married?" He asked with great interest. Fenrir was alarmed. But he loved his father more than having a mate.
"She is not." Fenrir answered and waited with dread.
"I have a handsome son, Fenrir what do you say?"
Fenrir laughed joyously, "I am working on it, if only Sebus were..."
Sebus must have told Lear the early incident because his father snarled at Fenrir. They were mentally talking, a heated exchange. His father told him to behave until they were married. He talked back. Lear held his ground. Once the argument was over, Lear looked at Hermione.
"First marriage, we need heirs and pups; lots of pups; right my dear?"
Fenrir grinned, "We'll do." He winked at Hermione who giggled, still rather high.
Cecile stood on the side ringing her hands.
Lear sat on his calves, "Cecile come here," his voice sounded raspy. He held the tiny elf in his arms as she sobbed.
"My sweet pup do you want your favorite eier-liquor with a salmon and bluegrass salad?"
"With wild strawberries, yogurt with chocolate sprinkles, and a chocolate tart," he answered. "Ah, with beef carpaccio, and hmm, a chocolate biscuit or two."
"Yes, my Lord mit alles," Cecile gave a sigh of bliss.
"Tomorrow we can get fresh eggs. Son? Sebus?"
They all chuckled. She wondered what was so funny about getting eggs, Fenrir winked. "Later."
Yeah, they'd go and steal eggs from farmers, disguised as dogs. They liked to have fun, besides the farmers would always find a gold coin or two afterwards; so, they had long ago decided that the thieves were fairies or pixies, and never shot at the large dogs.
Lear stood up a bit shaky. "I am ready to eat good chocolate."
Hermione giggled, "Lots of choco, great idea."
"My dear, you already had your share, in fact, you are bathed in a cloud of eau de chocolat. Which is a clear indication that you had enough for today," Lear winked.
Sebus punched Fenrir's arm, but grinned. Too happy to fight, besides Sebus figured it out, Hermione was willful and naughty, just like either one of them. She was a playful, cunning wolf. It was in her blood, what could you do?
Lear offered his arm to Hermione, "My lady," he smiled. His smiling face reminded her of a cunning wolf in a Muggle cartoon, with the accompanying gleaming fangs, "So when is the wedding? My dear, we will invite everyone. Soon, real soon, it would be better." He gave Fenrir a severe brief look.
Fenrir grinned from ear to ear and shrugged his shoulders. Hermione rolled her eyes, she had no chance to escape with this much pressure. Darn, her paw was caught in the snare. She shouldn't have eaten so much chocolate.
The happy group went thru the door. In seconds they were surrounded, the news had spread. Everyone was talking at the same time, the place broke out in a joyous celebration. Hermione had acquired epical qualities. Their king was back, their princes were healing, no more werewolves. The few good ones would be given a chance. The treasure vaults would be open again, all was again in order, the young princess had done it.
Sebus punched Fenrir's arm, but grinned. Too happy to fight, besides Sebus figured it out, Hermione was willful and naughty, just like either one of them. She was a playful, cunning wolf. It was in her blood, what could you do?
Lear offered his arm to Hermione, "My lady," he smiled. His smiling face reminded her of a cunning wolf in a Muggle cartoon, with the accompanying gleaming fangs, "So when is the wedding? My dear, we will invite everyone. Soon, real soon, it would be better." He gave Fenrir a severe brief look.
Fenrir grinned from ear to ear and shrugged his shoulders. Hermione rolled her eyes, she had no chance to escape with this much pressure. Darn, her paw was caught in the snare. She shouldn't have eaten so much chocolate.
The happy group went thru the door. In seconds they were surrounded, the news had spread. Everyone was talking at the same time, the place broke out in a joyous celebration. Hermione had acquired epical qualities. Their king was back, their princes were healing, no more werewolves. The few good werewolves ones would be given a chance. The treasure vaults would be open again, all was again in order, the young princess had done it.
Everyone was happy except one she-wolf. Fenrir was hers, as promised long ago. So what about Diane? She wasn't like her mother. The past wasn't her fault. She needed to plan, not another outsider.