A Beastly Love (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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A/n: This chapter contains a bit of nudity. You have been warned. 

Hermione woke with a splitting headache. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the room she was in was under a tent. She pushed herself up from the fur bed she was lying across to glance around. It was surprisingly large yet almost completely empty. Her bed of fur took up a lot of the space, which could fit about ten of her easily. There was a wardrobe, a full length mirror, a table by her bed, a couple of floating lanterns above her, a longer table on the far side covered in bags of something and large maps plastered against the walls. Her attention shifted when the sound of the flaps opened as a young woman came in. 

"Good morning, ma'am," She said, cheerfully, "It's good to see you awake. The Betas and Alpha were worried sick." 

"What? Where am I?" Hermione asked, wincing when her headache decided to slam against her forehead again. The woman nodded. 

"You're with the pack, dearie. Now you don't be frightened, no one here is going to hurt you... unless of course you step out of line then the Alpha might have to. After all, he can't let people run over him." The woman explained as she walked over to the small table by Hermione. She sat down on her knees before set down a large basin on top. She began to pour water into it. Setting the pitcher down, the woman took hold of a towel and placed it into the water then pulled it out and squeezed it. Gently, the woman applied it against Hermione's forehead and began talking... nonstop. 

"Oh! You don't know how thrilling it is to have another woman in the pack. Of course there are other women, but it's always good to have more. I mean there's about fifteen to twenty in the pack alone, but most of them are little girls or infants. But you can't really..." she went on and on, till finally Hermione started to tune her out. It wasn't good on her headache. Finally the woman finished her pat down and picked up her basin and pitcher. 

"I'll let the Alpha know you are ready to see him... but I would lift up the blanket if I was you." She advised her. Hermione didn't quite get what she was saying till she peered down to see she was naked underneath the fur. Quickly, Hermione pulled it up while the woman walked outside the tent. A couple of minutes later, Fenrir came walking right in, wearing a pair of tight ripped jeans. He just stood there with his brawny chest exposed to her like it was no big deal. He pushed some of his lightly wet hair from his piercing blue eyes while some drops of water made its way down his body. 

"Boy were you out like a light. Of course, I had to hammer you a few times," He spoke before heading over to the table, picking up a large mug, "You know for a runt, you're pretty willful. You wouldn't go down without a fight. Which is good for being in the pack life." 

He then pulled out a keg that she didn't notice from somewhere and poured himself a cup of what appeared to be ale or mead... some strong drink. Fenrir took a sip before removing it from his lip and sigh. It was like he had forgotten she was there till he turn to look at her. For a moment, they just stared at each other then he laughed. 

"Come on, you can't be that mad at me, girly! I did you a favor." He stated. Her eyes widened before she found herself growling (like a low dog growl). 

"Favor? You kidnapped me!" Hermione shot at him. 

"You were thinking about going to Hogwarts of all places! Trust me, 'Mione, you will be thanking me for years to come." 

"No! I won't! I have the right to go back! I don't have to stay here!" Hermione snarled. She grabbed hold of the blanket and wrapped herself up in it then headed over to the dresser. She began searching for clothes to wear while Fenrir decided to keep bothering her. 

"Come on, 'Mione. You think they care about werewolves there?" 

"Yes... well... maybe... I mean, Remus will help!" 

"You know Lupin?" 

"Yes, he's a professor there." 

"So he's someone's pet now. I should have known the runt would be willing to put a collar on." 

"No!" 

"Well I hate to break it to you, he's no help."  

"Why? Because he doesn't encourage kidnapping?" Hermione asked him. Suddenly she felt her back being shoved up against the dresser as her blanket slipped down her body. Fenrir's body pressed as tightly against hers as his eyes stared deep into her own, his teeth exposed and ready to dig into her flesh. 

"You better watch that mouth, 'Mione! I don't tolerate anyone speaking to me in that manner! I'll give you this warning so you better keep it in your head to watch your mouth around me. Do you understand?" he asked, teeth getting closer to her neck. She shook her head, feeling tears start to drip down her cheeks. Slowly, he began to push himself off of her and was about to say something when the sound of the flap came into their ears. 

"Alpha," Levi called out. Hermione covered herself with her arms as she watched Fenrir slowly moved to block Levi's sight of her. 

"What is it?" Fenrir asked him. 

"It's the runt! He's here." Levi answered.