You Have... The Werewolf (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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

Hermione felt her stomach growling at her, causing her to flutter her eyes opened. She pushed herself onto her elbows. Her eyes wandered about till she found Fenrir soaking in the spring. She crawled on her knees then pushed herself onto her feet. She didn't think she had created a peep but Fenrir's head shot to the side as his eye landed right on her. 

"Morning, girly," He told her, moving around till he was leaning his front side against the edge of spring. Hermione felt strange how she didn't feel weird of standing naked right in front of him. Maybe it was her werewolf side or something but she did seem to care about it. 

"Lunch is over on the table if you are craving something." Fenrir told her. The mentioning of food woken something in her as she turned her head to see the tray of meats and fruits and the keg of mead. Hermione's body found a will on its own as it headed over towards the table. She didn't think as she proceeded to grab hold of whatever she can get her hands on. After feasting on a few pieces of jerky and a couple of berries, she poured herself a cup of mead and began chugging it down. In the background she could hear, Fenrir crawling out of the spring and heading over to her. She finally found the will to put down the cup as Fenrir wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his front. She could feel every inch of him against her back, every curve, every scar, and she felt his shaft rubbing against her rear like it was itching to enter her right there, right now. 

"Hermione, there's something I like to tell you." Fenrir told her. Hermione's body stiffened, fearing of what it could actually be that he was wanting to tell her about, "It's nothing bad, I promise." 

"Then what is it?" she asked him. 

"Tomorrow, before the next task. I'm going to take you out on this... what you muggle call... a date. How does that sound?" Fenrir asked her. Hermione turned her head to look at Fenrir. She couldn't believe what he was telling her. The way Remus had described Fenrir, Remus made him out as a savage monster, who doesn't care about whatever you want. But here, Fenrir was willing to do something that wasn't part of the werewolf way just for her. It was a bit confusing to actually believe this was the same Fenrir, who had bit Remus all those years ago. 

She suddenly surprised herself and Fenrir when she found herself turning around to face Fenrir, her hands reaching up to cup his face till she pulled him closer to her before latching her lips onto his. She felt Fenrir jolted a bit then melted into the kiss himself, his hands crawling up and down her sides while he pulled her into his front more. She felt the kiss start to heat up, especially when Fenrir picked her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her hands ran over Fenrir's shoulders and chest while Fenrir began to walk them over to the bed where Hermione actually allowed him to make love with her.