Our Prize (Harry Potter fanfic)

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A/n: This chapter contains sexual parts. You have been warned. 

As soon as they returned to the pack, they rushed into the cabin. It was so fast, Hermione almost completely lost her breath on the way into the cabin. It hadn't been a minute, went Scabior latched his lips right on hers. Hermione was stunned with the sudden kissing as his hands began to roam around her body while pressing her closer against his own. She pulled her head away as she roughly hit against his chest.

"What are you doing?" she asked, bewildered of his actions. 

"I am trying to court you." Scabior panted, trying to latch his lips back onto hers. Hermione pushed him off of her as she tried to get as far away from them as possible. 

"Is that what courting is? Just sex?" Hermione asked, horrified at the thought of her days of them just banging her till the full moon. Fenrir walked over to them after flinging his coat onto a chair. 

"Sometimes. Mostly it's a lot of foreplaying, flirting... and just hanging out with each other." Fenrir explained. Hermione shook her head as she took a seat on the chair on the other side of the room. 

"I am not going through with that. A marriage can't be all about love and sex, can it?" Hermione asked them. For a moment, the men didn't open their mouths until Fenrir took a seat in the chair across from hers. 

"Well... no, it's not all about that. I mean there's... the responsibilities of the children and the everyday chores of the pack life... um... other things that don't come to mind?" Fenrir went trying to think. Hermione tilted her head. 

"There also involves feelings, like do you really love me... or is this just a way to keep a damn war prize? Also we didn't even discussed about having kids..." 

"I would at least like one." Fenrir cut in, "Mostly a boy, but I'm okay with a girl." 

"I wouldn't mind having a couple. Like say two?" Scabior replied. Hermione shook his head. 

"I don't want to have kids." Hermione lied. Of course she wanted kids. She wanted kids to teach how to read and imagine just hanging out in the library or even just going out and read under the shade of a tree. But what she didn't want was children from Fenrir and Scabior. They stared at her for a minute before Scabior tsk. 

"I have never met a girl that didn't want to have kids." Scabior claimed. Fenrir narrowed his eyes as he glared at the back of his head. 

"Yes you have! That girl from I believe Malachi's pack. What's her name? Eva or Ava something? I don't know. She didn't want to have kids. I believe that's what broke her relationship. He wanted like... five kids and she sure as hell wasn't agreeing to that." Fenrir stated to him. Scabior turned towards him with his eyes narrowed. 

"No, I thought she wanted kids, but just couldn't produce them." Scabior suggested. Fenrir shook his head. 

"You're thinking of Evie from Julian's pack. She could have them if she wanted to... but she revealed to her pack she's gay and no one wanted to give her any sperm to her or her mate. They got kids in the end. They adopted kids from parents who suddenly pass." Fenrir explained. Scabior tilted his head. 

"Remind me why that was? You know, the pack not wanting to help?" 

"It was the idea of the method they were using. You know, the whole sperm put into the bowl or cup and you slurp it up with a turkey baster then it goes into her area." Fenrir answered him. Hermione shook her head, unable to believe this. 

"Seriously?"  she asked. They turned to face her. 

"In their defense, they only have one turkey baster." Fenrir claimed. She shook her head. 

"Forget about all of them for a minute," Hermione ordered pushing her hair from her face, "You didn't answer the question." 

"What question?" Scabior asked. 

"The question about you two wanting kids and I don't. What exactly happens now? Because I am going to be like Eva or Ava and hold my ground of not wanting kids." Hermione asks them as she darted her eyes between the two. Fenrir narrowed his eyes as he tilted his head. 

"You want kids." He muttered. Hermione shook her head. 

"No, I don't." Hermione lied again. He leaned in his chair and kept his glare right in her eyes.

"Admit it, you do... just not with us." Fenrir growled.