Bringing The Wolf Out (Harry Potter FanFic)

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Ron Pov 

He couldn't believe what Remus had told him when he returned from asking Fenrir about what happened last night. He couldn't believe the fact that Hermione claimed Fenrir didn't rape her. There couldn't be any possible reason Hermione allowed Fenrir to touch her willingly. 

After all, when Ron had asked for something physical like that, Hermione told him to wait until their wedding day. However now she claims she willingly gave herself to Fenrir, who had just appeared back in her life and had done horrible things to them, whereas Ron had been by her side. Sure... at times he wasn't the best, but he was still a better option than Fenrir Greyback.

It did not make sense. 

It was like Hermione was somehow turned upside down and he couldn't find a way to bring her back to sanity. Ron had to get the hell away from Remus as he needed to figure out what was going on. Ron had decided he needed to clear his mind so he went to the only place where there was a lot of peace and quiet. The teacher's bathroom. 

Hermione Pov 

"Now, see... aren't you glad I talk you into using the teacher's bathtub?" Hermione asked with a smug smirk on her face while she ran her hands over Fenrir's sore body. Fenrir hummed in agreement, enjoying the movement of her hands over his tensed muscles. 

Hermione couldn't help but actually enjoy bathing with Fenrir. Whenever she was with other men (even Ron himself) they beg for her to do this but she refused right away. However, this felt so right being by his side and rubbing her hands up against his exposed body with Fenrir's arm wrapped around her shoulders. 

"This is nice. But it's nothing like this hot spring near the outskirts of Scotland. I should take you there when we find the time." Fenrir stated to her as his hands crawled down her shoulders towards her breasts. Hermione bit her lips when she felt his thumb rub over her bud. 

Fenrir's warm breath brushed against her neck which made her wince as a heat start to grow in her lower region. Hermione laid her head in the crook of Fenrir's neck, earning a bright grin from him as he kept rolling her bud around gently and slowly. Hermione couldn't understand this sudden attraction towards him, but she loved it. She enjoyed feeling his strong body pressed against her own and felt she had nothing to be afraid of. Hermione's eyes widen as she gasped when she felt Fenrir's hand slowly moved down lower towards her womanhood. 

"We shouldn't." Hermione told him, scared that someone would walk in and see this. That and she was still plenty sore from last night and felt like she probably wouldn't even have the energy to perform again. Fenrir only nip at her neck, softly, nearly driving her up the wall at the fact she knew he was holding himself back. If he wanted, Fenrir could snap her delicate neck in two.  She didn't know why, but it actually was a turn on with how gentle he was with her. 

"Sh... just enjoy it." Fenrir told her as he began to suck lightly on her earlobe. Before Fenrir could slip his fingers into her, the door swung open and caused them to dart their heads at the door to see Ron walking right inside. Ron paused as he stared in disgust and anger at the two. Hermione turned away as Fenrir tighten his grip around her. 

"Good Morning, Ron." Hermione said as she kept her eyes on Fenrir's chest. Fenrir responded by lightly brushing his hands against her side, which remarkably seemed to calm her down. 

"Good Morning Headmistress... Fenrir." Ron growled as Fenrir literally growled right back, only more angry. Hermione lightly tapped Fenrir's chest to get his attention on her and not Ron, who was reacting strange to the whole thing. However, she understood a little bit of it. Ron was probably angry that she had given herself willingly to Fenrir but held firm when it came to him. Ron was jealous of Fenrir. Hermione moved her gaze over to Ron.

"We'll be out in a minute if you are needing the tub." Hermione claimed to Ron. Ron shot his arms in the air. 

"No need, I'll just take a shower somewhere else." Ron said before storming out of the bathroom. Hermione huffed in annoyance at how Ron would act like such a kid just to get her to chase after him. Why did I almost let him get engaged with me, Hermione thought. Her thoughts were snapped out when Fenrir turned her around to face him again. 

"Ignore him. He's just jealous that you refused to be put down by him. Now... where were we?" Fenrir asked before leaning over her and started to suck on her neck with his hands rubbing her body slow and steady. Hermione began to lose herself in the pleasures that Fenrir was giving to her, unaware that Hell was about to spill over.