A Beastly Love (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Hermione's body froze as her eyes landed at the Malfoy Manor's gate. She just couldn't believe she was actually back here after the horrible incident she dealt with a long time ago. She could feel her heart pounding without her ears and a voice pleading for her to go back. She would have gladly listened to the voice if it hadn't been for Fenrir's hand wrapped around her wrist. 

"It's going to be alright. You have me and Scabior here." Fenrir assured her as he began to walk through the gates, lightly dragging Hermione behind him. They walked with Scabior standing behind them, carefully looking out for her and Fenrir in case there was any sign of a conflict. They reached the door as they walked through it. They were walking in the foyer when Hermione froze. Her eyes landed on a familiar landing as her heart began pounding deep within her chest. Her mind went flashing horrid memories of her being tormented to near death by Bellatrix Lestrange. She even remembered how Scabior and Fenrir had dragged her into the situation. She couldn't but chuckle of how far she has come with Fenrir. Enemies turned to Lovers. 

She felt Fenrir's hand lightly brush her cheek as she gaze up towards him. He then gently  pressed his lips against her temple before proceeding to walk her down a hallway. She kept walking while holding onto Fenrir's hand while the other held onto her waist like he was taking her to dance. They turned a few corners till Hermione's eyes landed on two familiar faces. Bellatrix and Narcissa sitting outside a door while they were drinking red wine. Hermione tightened her grip on Fenrir's hand. Fenrir squeezed back understanding exactly how she was feeling. They had taken a few more steps when Narcissa spotted them and set her glass down. 

"The boys are expecting you, Fenrir and Scabior. Hermione is supposed to sit out here with us." Narcissa claimed. Hermione's eyes widened as she shot a glare at Fenrir. She was not feel all that up to sitting down with the woman, who attempted to murder her, and another woman, who was going to let her do it. Fenrir lightly patted her hand before gently brushing her face with the palm of his hand. 

"Don't worry, we'll just be inside. If anything does happen, we'll be right out as soon as possible." Fenrir assured her then placed a gentle kiss in the middle of her forehead before brushing his face against her own. He slowly released her as he proceeded to walk into the room with Scabior right behind him. Hermione took a deep breath while she took a sit right at the table with Narcissa and Bellatrix. 

"Wine, Hermione?" Narcissa asked her. 

"Yes, please," Hermione told her. While Narcissa poured a glass, Hermione decided to ask. 

"May I ask why are we out here?" 

"Apparently, this is only for the men's ears! Not for ladies' ears!" Bellatrix growled before taking a bite out of a bit of cheese. 

"Bellatrix is upset because the Dark Lord had asked us to sit out and she does not see why she is sitting out." Narcissa explained to her as she handed Hermione her drink. Hermione took it while she shook her head. 

"That's kind of sexist, isn't it?" Hermione questioned. Narcissa lightly snickered. 

"Personally, I'm glad to not hear anything that man says. He has brought nothing but trouble and terror for my family." Narcissa stated before changing the subject, "It was nice to see Fenrir was looking out for you. I could see he has a deep affection towards you." 

"Yes, he's quite affectionate," Hermione claimed before noticing a bit of jealousy and a bit of sorrow glowing in her eyes. 

"You must still be in the early years of your relationship. Watch, it will change the moment you give him a child." Narcissa warned. Hermione shook her head. 

"I'm not entirely sure about that. I met a lot of married couples in the pack, who have a couple of children, and they are still as affectionate with their spouses as they were in their dating stages." Hermione admitted as she took a sip of wine. Narcissa bit her lip and mumbled an 'oh...' 

"Is there a problem?" Hermione asked. Narcissa opened her lips to speak when Bellatrix spoke up first. 

"She's jealous because Lucius hasn't touched her after the birth of Draco and even after Draco moved out." Bellatrix explained, taking another bite of cheese. Narcissa glared at her. 

"That's private! Besides, what about you? The Dark Lord hasn't touched you once!" Narcissa hissed at her. Bellatrix waved her hands. Hermione darted her eyes between the two of them. 

"How awful?" Hermione commented. Narcissa shook her head. 

"Sadly, that is how it is. I mean we couldn't at first because Draco was growing up and we were a bit worried he would happened to come in our room and see us. Then the second war happened and we didn't get to really see each other because Lucius was out doing The Dark Lord's bidding. I guess it became this way because we're used to it." Narcissa declared. Bellatrix nodded in agreement. Hermione shook her head. 

"I can't imagine Fenrir suddenly stop being affectionate. He always needs to have his hands all over me or something. And don't get me started on his jealousy. He actually started to believe my old Defense the Dark Arts teacher has a thing for me all because we have a good friendship." Hermione admitted. Even her mind couldn't paint a photo of what it would be like if Fenrir would suddenly stop wanting to touch her. Bellatrix nodded.

"Good for you. At least someone is getting some. Speaking of getting some..." Bellatrix started when Narcissa shook her head.

"We're not going there." Narcissa shot at her. 

"Please, we're already there!" Bellatrix claimed then turned to Hermione, "How is Fenrir in the sack?" 

Hermione blushed as her brain went straight to reminding herself exactly how good he was in that department. She lightly chuckled, feeling her entire face heat up. 

"Um... well... how exactly do I describe him... um... he's an animal in the bedroom." Hermione simply put it. Bellatrix groaned as her head flung back, clearly upset at the thought that a muggle-born was having great sex than she was. Before another word could be said, the door swung opened. They darted their heads to see Fenrir and Scabior walking out. 

"What's going on?" Hermione questioned while she stood up. Fenrir shook his head. 

"Apparently the Dark Lord is throwing a ball as a sign of his apology a few weeks from now and we're all invited. Including your friends, Harry, Ron, and... the others at Hogwarts." Fenrir replied. 

"That's what we couldn't sit in on! A ball?" Bellatrix asked, clearly annoyed and upset. 

"A ball, which I know I will be responsible in getting ready?" Narcissa growled, crossing her arms. Fenrir threw his hands in the air. 

"Hey, take it up with those two." Fenrir told them then turned to Hermione, "you're also invited, but with a catch." 

"What?" Hermione asked, crossing her own arms over her chest. 

"The dress you're going to wear will have to show off about 75% of your skin." Fenrir stated. Hermione's mouth dropped. 

"75%!!!!! Are you insane? Why the hell didn't you try to lower it?" 

"I didn't see the problem! I see you showing off 100%." 

"That's because it's just you! Not the entire wizarding world! And of course you didn't, because you're not the one going to have to show off 75% of your skin!" Hermione growled while storming off. Fenrir took a step to go after her when Narcissa's voice cut through his ears. 

"75%? I get myself a summer dress that barely shows off my arms and I look slutty but Hermione can wear a dress that shows off 75% of her skin and it's alright?" Narcissa growled. Fenrir shook his index finger.

"Don't bring me into this! I'm already dealing with my own problem." Fenrir stated before rushing right after Hermione with Scabior on his tail, wanting to get out of any other trouble that might possibly show up. 

(Sorry for the long chapter, how you enjoyed.)