Once the full moon had gone away Hermione was surprised at how normal he really was. He even snuck into her parents' house to get her the books she wanted. She was trying to convince him that it was best to use magic to help them but he was stubborn and skeptical of wizards and their magic. Fenrir knew that magic had killed his pack, and sad as Hermione was for him, she couldn't help but want to help him more. "Fenrir, I could keep the cave warm," she pointed out.

"Fire."

"No, magically. And it won't wear off. We can save our firewood. What are we going to do in winter? I'm smaller than you, and I don't have a hairy chest to help with dealing with the cold." Fenrir sighed. He knew getting her those damn books was a mistake but she had wanted them. And as her pack leader, well mate actually, he was duty bound to take care of her. Hermione straddled his lap and leaned up to kiss him, "Not all wizards and witches are bad, Fenrir. I'm not," she nibbled on his ear, her favorite soft spot on his body, but his face remained unchanged. Hermione looked him in the eye, "Fenrir, I know that magic that helps is unknown to you. You've seen it used for pain and murder and hurting people. But it isn't all about that. And if I use it, I will only use it to help us. You, me, and our family," she laid her head against his chest. Fenrir's arms wrapped around her and she smiled. She knew how to get what she wanted. It was just a matter of setting him at ease. "I'm not going anywhere, Fenrir. You're my mate, my family. Everything I need in the world is right here."

"You're sure?"

"Yes," she nodded, leaning up a bit to kiss his scruffy jaw.

"No pain?"

"None," she promised.

"Okay then," he nodded reluctantly. "Do your magic that'll help us. Just don't overdo it." Hermione stood up and looked around. She didn't have a problem with their surroundings, though her friends would never have expected her to live in a cave. But she suspected they never would have expected her or even dreamed of her being with Fenrir Greyback willingly. At any rate, she just wanted a few niceties. So she transformed an outcropping of rock into a bookcase and a small pile of used straw into a blanket before casting the warming spell on the cave. It wouldn't keep them perfectly warm, but it was better than Fenrir getting up to keep the fire going in the middle of the night. She felt comfortable, at least. Satisfied, she sat down next to him and immediately he pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Now I don't feel as strong an urge to snuggle against you," she said, pulling away.

"I knew this magic was a bad idea," he grumbled. Hermione smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

"You could try courting me, you know."

"I already did," he pointed out.

"I meant in human form," she rolled her eyes.

"Why would I do that?" He stared at her blankly. Hermione suddenly realized that Fenrir's life had been very, very different from her own. She felt guilty for even bringing it up; of course he presumed courting her in wolf form was enough! She pushed him onto his back and straddled his stomach.

"Forget it, Fenrir. I don't expect romance from you," she pulled away from him.

He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately, "Too bad. I might need to learn some things, but I'm going to give you what you want and what you need."

"Well if that's the case," she leaned up and kissed him, "I need you to be gentle and sensitive. Maybe we can learn about relationships together?"

"I'd like that," he grinned. He deepened the kiss and pushed her onto her back, his hand lowering to her core and stroking her gently. "So can I have you now?"

"If you play your cards right," she smiled, spreading her legs for him. He looked at her quizzically and she smiled, "Fenrir, just make me feel good. If I feel comfortable enough with you, I'll let you go further."


They didn't go all the way, but he got a blowjob for thinking about her and pleasing her. They lay there together in silence for a bit before Hermione asked him, "What was your childhood like?"

"My parents were werewolves, my father was pack leader and my mother was his mate. A few of the other werewolf women were jealous…they attacked her when I was only a few weeks old. She was blind after that."

"What did your father do to her attackers?"

"They were killed," he answered. He continued his story, "I never went to school. My mom taught me a few things, but I was a loner. No one wants to play with the son of the pack leader. My mother was my only real friend, I guess you could say. My father taught me to hunt, how to court females that I wanted to mate. I didn't really learn how to be around people."

"You're doing alright with me," she smiled.

"Thank you," he said, "I've never had a mate until now; I've been very alone for some time."

"What happened to your parents?"

"My mother was captured and locked in Azkaban. I never saw her again. My father got killed trying to rescue her. I started leading when I was still very young."

"How old were you when she was taken?"

"Eighteen."

"That's not so young."

"Werewolves don't lead until they're at least twenty-five. I was very, very young to be leading," he kissed her, "enough about me, wanna talk about something else?"

"So if you didn't go to school did you learn how to read and stuff?"

He shook his head, "No I didn't. And I thought we were done talking about me."

"Now we are," she kissed him and pushed him onto his back. Now that she knew a few things about him, she felt better. And now she knew what to do to make him feel more comfortable with her.

"I need a shower," she said. "How do you bathe?"

"For the most part I don't," he shrugged.

"I don't mind the cave, Fenrir. But I'd like to be able to bathe."

He frowned. What was he going to do to get a shower here? "How about I build a small house? Nothing too fancy, large enough for a family, and we can spend time there then when the full moon comes close we come here to the cave?"

"A little romantic escape every month? I like it," she smiled and leaned in to kiss him, "But not as much as I like you."

"Just like? We've spent almost a month together," he smirked.

"Well I think I'm still not all the way back to being me yet."

He nuzzled her neck, "So you want the house thing?"

"Yes I do," she smiled, "But how will you…"

"Do you have a suggestion?"

"Of course I do," she grinned.


Hermione's suggestion, it turned out, was to walk through the woods to find a house. Fenrir thought this was a crazy notion, but agreed to go with her. He had to curse when, just three miles from the village and buried in the woods, a house appeared. To Fenrir, it looked like ruins. "It needs some fixing up, but it's abandoned."

"Obviously," he muttered.

Hermione grinned, "Fenrir, fixing up is easier than building."

"I don't have money, Hermione," he pointed out.

"Liar," she said.

"Well okay I do, but I can't access it. Not without the Ministry being able to find me."

"What if I get your money out for you?" Hermione looked at him, "I could get us things that we need."

He shook his head, "What if they follow you? Or ask questions?"

"How about this," she offered, "which wizards and witches are there that you trust?"

"None."

"Fenrir," she opened the gate and pulled him in behind her, "Come on, I'm trying to help."

He sighed, "Fine…" He frowned in thought. "Just the Death Eaters. They're all arrested now."

"No one else?"

"The others are dead, Hermione. The only person I trust that isn't is you," he pulled her to him and leaned down to kiss her, passionately.

She moaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss, enjoying him for a bit before pulling away, "Come on, let's go check out this house."

"Very well," he pulled away and walked to the front door with her, "how do you know we won't get cursed?"

"We haven't yet," she pulled her wand and cast a few spells, "this place seems empty. And I don't sense any Dark Magic." She reached for the door but Fenrir beat her to it.

"Allow me," he opened the door and Hermione lit her wand, though he walked in first. Fenrir sniffed, searching for other humans. He didn't find any, though he could smell a house elf hiding somewhere. "There's no one here," he said, "except a house elf."

"A house elf?" Hermione looked around.

"It won't just pop out, Hermione," he rolled his eyes. "You have to summon it." Hermione flushed. "I didn't intend for that to sound so sarcastic."

"It's alright," she leaned up to kiss him, "at least you apologized." Hermione cast the spell to summon the elf and it appeared.

"You is new masters?" It wrung its long ears in its hands and Hermione immediately felt bad.

"No one lives here?"

"Who was your former master, elf?" Fenrir asked, looking very intimidating in the moment. Hermione frowned at him.

"Master Severus Snape," it nodded its head up and down.

Fenrir grinned. "Yes, we are your new masters. Hermione is my mate."

"Fenrir!" Hermione opened her mouth to say something but immediately the elf lit up.

"Oh very goods! Sirs and Madams I is most happys to be servings youse! Long time since help to master, it has been. Ziggy needing to help, I's is."

"Has this place always been such a disaster?"

"Master Snapes no liking to come here. He never tell me what to do no sirs. I is helping you make it better, I's promise!"

"How would you like a job?"

"Oh yes! Ziggy is happys to serves!" The elf was now jumping up and down in joy. Hermione couldn't believe how happy it seemed to be being a slave.

"Here is my key to my vault. Inside is all of my money. I want you to get a bit so we can start restoring this place," Fenrir kneeled down and beckoned the happy elf closer, "take out…." Hermione could not hear the rest. Fenrir handed the elf a small sack that Hermione knew would magically expand and a key and immediately the elf nodded.

"What is your name sirs?"

"Fenrir Greyback," he said, "but don't go about using it. I'm a wanted man."

"I protect Master," Ziggy nodded vigorously. "I is going now." With a crack he disappeared.

"What?" Fenrir looked up at Hermione, confused.

"Don't go ordering him around like that! He's not less than us!"

"He wanted to help and I gave him something to do," Fenrir shrugged. "He would have been very upset had I chosen to not ask him to do something."

"So it was for his own good that you ordered him around?"

Fenrir nodded. Hermione huffed and went up the stairs. Fenrir sighed and went upstairs to try and comfort her. "Seems like someone is back to her old self," he muttered.

"And you haven't changed either!"

"I never have," he shrugged. "I never said I would."

"You're so different with me, and yet you treat a house elf…"

"The way he wants to be treated," Fenrir finished. "I don't abuse him, I won't punish him. But he's a servant and that's how he wants to be treated. Now come, let's take a shower."

"I'm not bathing with you," she frowned.

Fenrir lifted her up, "You don't get a choice."


All through the shower she pouted, though she did enjoy the hot water on her skin and the feel of being clean. Fenrir stepped out first, leaving her alone to finish. She wasn't mad at him. She knew that. But she didn't think treating Ziggy like a servant was appropriate. On the other hand, maybe Fenrir was right. He had been polite to Ziggy. And Ziggy seemed quite eager for human company. She sighed. She didn't want to admit it, but Fenrir was right. She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. The whole house looked like it needed alot of work. Her wand could make short work of the cleaning. The repairs though…that would have to be done by hand; she stepped into the bedroom. Fenrir handed her the towel, the only one they'd found, to dry herself off. She cast the spell to dry it before wrapping it around her body and then hugging him, "You were right."

Fenrir held her against him, staying silent. He leaned down and kissed her, "Thank you," he said. Hermione dried off and got dressed.

"I can use spells to clean everything," she said, "then we can repair the house."

"I can take care of that," he pulled her to him and cupped her ass, "if you can go shopping for things like towels and bedding and other…domestic…stuff."

"Oh really?" She locked her arms around his neck, "You make it sound like I'm your wife."

"You are. Just not legally. Otherwise you'll be investigated, used against me to try and kill me."

"So you'd marry me if you could?"

"Of course," he kissed her, "I do strive to protect your honor." Hermione laughed and kissed him deeply. He pulled away reluctantly, "Hermione, I'd love to just take you to bed right now but this place needs to be cleaned."

"I know. I'll work on that if you don't mind going back to our cave to get my books and our clothes."

"Very well," he caressed her ass, "perhaps tonight I can…"

"Yes?"

"I'd say mount but that isn't the word," he frowned in thought.

"Make love, Fenrir. And maybe we can, but only if we get the bedroom cleaned up nicely."

"I wouldn't mind going back to the cave," he slid his hands over her body. She blushed.

"I…"

"There's nothing wrong with the cave," he pushed her against the wall and kissed her lustfully.

"Fenrir," Hermione moaned, "what are you doing to me…" she pulled him to her and wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her against the wall hard.

"I want to be inside you, Hermione my sweet," he whispered. She groaned and pulled him into a deep kiss. "I don't want to wait any longer," he breathed.

He was looking at her expectantly. Hermione looked into his eyes. This was her mate. In every sense of the word, Fenrir was her mate. She could not deny him, not now. He'd given her everything he could and now she needed to give him something. "I don't either," she whispered back to him. "I want you, Fenrir. Please."

"You never have to ask," he grinned, unbuttoning his pants.

"Not here, Fenrir."

"But…"

"Back to the cave," she smiled, "back to our cave."


A/N- I've come a long way since then. I still like this story.