A Beastly Love (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Fenrir darted his eyes between Lucius and Voldemort, who sat right in front of him looking nervous about something. Which after they ranted for a whole hour, he knew exactly why. Fenrir lightly brushed his chin then tsk. 

"So... let me get this straight. You're here... because your wife (pointed at Lucius) and your girlfriend (pointed at Voldemort) had your asses chewed out because you two don't love on them enough? Correct?" Fenrir recalled the story's main parts. 

"That's correct." Lucius answered. 

"And also because you didn't talk about this party with them first, they're making you two deal with it. Right?" Fenrir asked. 

"Indeed." Voldemort replied. 

"So you decided to come to me to help the two of you figure out how to be more affectionate with your wife and girlfriend and what to do with this party?" Fenrir finished. 

"Yes," they replied in unison. Fenrir shook his head. 

"That's really sad. You two have... well Lucius has a lovely lady, Bellatrix I'm fifty-fifty for obvious reasons, and you're telling me you two can't be affectionate with them?" Fenrir questioned them. They looked at each other before gazing back at Fenrir. 

"Well things happened that decreased our affection for each other. I mean I guess it comes with age and how long we've been together, I think." Lucius claimed. Fenrir shook his head and scoffed. 

"My Grandparents lived together passed their three hundreds and not once did they stop being affectionate with each other. In fact, it was the other way around, they got even more affectionate. They were practically stuck to each other like glue." Fenrir stated to them. Before Lucius or Voldemort could say a word, their attention was drawn to the back of the tent. 

"This is ridiculous! I look ridiculous! I might as well go waltzing around naked in front of everyone! It makes more sense! I'm basically wearing nothing!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. She toss yet another dress, which was like the hundredth, onto the ground. She pushed back some of her hair as she groaned. 

"You should leave them to suffer, Fenrir." Hermione suggested as she looked at yet another revealing dress. 

"That's cold, Hermione!" Fenrir called back. 

"So is making me wear a ridiculously revealing dress! We'll be even-steven!" Hermione claimed to them while she tossed it to the side and moved on. 

"I'm going to help them." 

"You do that and I'll never sleep with you again." Hermione threatened. 

"Ha! That's an empty threat! Wait till your heat cycle kicks in then we'll see how you come crawling to me." Fenrir shot back. Hermione peered around the curtain as she glared at the back of Fenrir's head. 

"You remember Remus, right?" Hermione growled. Fenrir slowly turned to face her. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"You claim Remus supposedly has feelings for me or at least his werewolf side does." 

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me! Or maybe even Scabior would be kind enough to help." Hermione warned him before vanishing behind the curtain. Fenrir turned back towards them. 

"Sorry, I can't help you." Fenrir said. Voldemort leaned against the side of his chair. 

"What if I promise you I'll lower the percentage of skin you'll have to show?" Voldemort asked her. Hermione peered back from the curtain. 

"I want it to 25%." 

"60%" 

"30%!" 

"55%" 

"40%!" 

"50%" Voldemort suggested to her. Hermione lightly tapped her fingers against the curtain. 

"Deal." Hermione said then moved back behind the curtain, "What exactly is the party's theme?" 

"We don't know." 

"What's going to be served?" 

"We don't know." 

"Who are we inviting?" 

"We don't know." 

"What exactly do you guys know?" 

"Uh... nothing." 

"Well you better start using those brains of yours or else you will make Narcissa and Bellatrix even more upset than they already are. That is all on you and I'm sure I am not wanted to help you two." Hermione stated while slipping into a short green with long-sleeved dress. 

"Hey! I know it could be a barbecue!" Fenrir suggested. Hermione shook her head in disbelief. 

"I always wanted to try that." Lucius stated. Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did they not understand what a ball was? She proceeded to listen to them as they started to suggest the most ridiculous and outrageous ideas. This went on for a few more minutes till she couldn't take it anymore. 

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Hermione screamed while walking out from behind the curtain, glaring right at the three of them, "This is what you idiots call a party? First off, you said it's a ball. That means it's going to be extremely formal. You don't have barbecue at extremely formal parties. What you have is maybe some trays of various cheeses and fruits, shrimp cocktails, and the main dish might be grilled sea bass..." 

"I thought  you didn't want to help?" Fenrir asked. She glared at Fenrir. 

"I kind of have to now! Or else we'll be having a funeral for two fools instead of a party." Hermione stated before grabbing hold of a notebook with a pencil and began jolting down notes like the guests and food, "I'll make a list of the members of the Order to come, you guys can handle the rest. Got it?" 

Before anyone could speak, a loud cry echoed through their tent causing them all to gaze up and wonder what was going on outside.