Hermione eyes fluttered shut at his suggestion. Oh god, she couldn't think of anything she'd rather do than have Fenrir play the big bad wolf to her little red. Such an occurrence had been at the forefront of her dreams since she'd met him. Biting her lower lip, she turned to look at the man and nodded, eager to see what that all entailed.

He was on her the moment he got her consent, pressing her back against the bed, lips finding hers in an urgent caress. She opened her mouth to him, tongue darting against the seam of his lips, causing him to groan. When she caught his lower lip between her teeth, he pressed his hot length against her leg.

His hulking body covered her completely, making her feel positively tiny in comparison. She was completely at his will, but she knew that her pleasure was the number one goal on his mind. Their tongues tangled together while Hermione's greedy little hands worked to undo the buttons of his flannel shirt. Pushing the fabric back over his broad shoulders, she let her fingers push into his short hair, holding him to her. She couldn't get him close enough.

Her shirt was next to go, followed by her bra. Fenrir pulled back and Hermione felt a pulse of wetness between her legs at the look in his eyes while he looked over her half-naked body. His lips descended again, teeth nipping, tongue soothing down her neck to find one pink tipped breast. The sensation was bordering on pain, but Hermione wanted more, and began to rock her hips against his leg in desperation for more. "Oh, Fenrir. Please."

Fenrir sat up to removed her jeans properly, undoing the snap and the zipper with a feral grin, seeing her lying there looking absolutely oversexed. With fingers hooking the sides of her knickers as well, he left her lying completely bare to his eyes. "Fuck, you look good enough to eat." His voice was gravelly with need.

Hermione whimpered, feeling so overwhelmed that she could bring such a reaction out of such a powerful man. She hissed when she felt his fingers running along her wet sex, gliding easily. He pressed a finger inside of her, making her mind spin with the intrusion. She needed him inside of her. Moaning while he thrust his finger into her again and again, she let her fingers reach for his own jeans.

Getting the message, he stopped the pleasurable onslaught, shaking hands working to undo his zipper. She was pleased to see that he was just as eager as she was to get to the main course. Hermione had thought a lot about what Fenrir was going to look like completely naked, but all of the conjured images of her imagination did not do him justice. He was really quite impressive.

He was laughing at her, then, and Hermione realized she'd been staring with her mouth a bit open. Embarrassed to be caught, she pulled him to her, eager to kiss him again, and for him to be inside of her. His lean body pressed against her, she let her tongue play with his lazily, all the while rocking her hips against his, aching for his cock.

Fenrir pulled away, smirking when she pouted at their kiss being ended, before shaking his head. Hands on her trim waist, he encouraged her to turn over onto her hands and knees. Blushing, Hermione complied, but she certainly hadn't been expecting this when he offered to show her just how wolfish he could be.

Still, as soon as she felt the tip of his cock nudging against her entrance, all reluctance flew out of the window. He pressed inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust to him. He leaned over her, pressing his forehead against her bare back. "Fuck, but you are tight, sweet," he rasped, his hot breath on her spine giving her shivers.

When she was ready, she pressed back against him, encouraging him to move. He sat up a bit straighter on his knees then, hands grabbing her hips, before he pulled out and thrust back in again. Their twin moans sent a bolt of desire through her, her cunt tightening around him. God, it felt better than she imagined.

He was strong, and he felt better than anything she could have imagined. Fenrir had reached around, his fingers playing with her hard nipples, while he continued his onslaught on her sensitive body. Every time he seated himself inside of her, she couldn't stop the little squeak of appreciation. Feeling like she was being so noisy, she pressed her face against the pillow in front of her, only to find that she liked the resulting angle even more.

It took only a few more presses inside of her until she was coming around him, walls gripping him tightly, eager for him to follow behind her. Fenrir paused, leaning over, kissing up and down her spine while she recovered from her orgasmic haze.

Hermione turned her head to look at him out of the corner of her eye, giving him a lazy smile. Only, Fenrir wasn't quite done with her. With one arm around her waist, he pulled her boneless body up, until she was also on her knees, his cock still cradled inside her. With her back pressed against his stomach, she felt completely exposed, but it also gave her lover better access to her needy body.

One hand cupped her breast, thumb toying with her nipple, while his other hand was wrapped low around her waist. He began thrusting into her again, pulling a needy gasp from her lips, while his finger found the little bud at the top of her sex, lazily circling it in time with his thrusting. She felt too sensitive, but she was already racing back towards the edge.

Hermione wanted nothing more than to kiss him, so she wrapped one arm back around his neck, tilting his head to meet hers. Her neck was twisted severe, but that didn't matter when her lips were pressed against his fiercely, her sex throbbing at the treatment he was giving her. Eyes clenched tight, on more flick of his finger on her clit had her spinning into orgasm a second time.

Fenrir's thrusts became erratic and it was only moments before he was following her, filling her. His breathing was heavy and he groaned while he eased her down against the mattress, exhausted. With Hermione cradled in his arms, he could feel the length of the day weigh on him, not to mention all the activity that he'd just had. Pressing a gentle kiss against her neck, he sighed. "You're mine now, Hermione."

Her answer was a weak little moan.

The following morning was greeted with more physical affection. This time, though, they took it slow — Fenrir moving gently above her while they kissed lazily, coming together as one. Hermione was pleased to learn that he could give her passionate love as well as the exciting frenzy they'd had the night before.

After a huge breakfast that Fenrir prepared for them, he had to go back out in the forest to do a bit more observation before they would return to Hogwarts in the afternoon. Hermione was absolutely giddy, seeing all the love bites that she'd left on him this time, but she knew that she sported enough matching ones to look thoroughly debauched.

She didn't want to leave the quiet little cabin sanctuary that had brought their relationship to the next level without nailing down just what their relationship actually was. "Fenrir? Can I talk to you about something?" she'd asked, after he returned from visiting the den.

"Uh oh, that sounds a bit ominous," he'd said with a small smile. From the tiny little furrow in his brow, though, she knew that he was actually nervous.

"I was just wondering...what you want with me?" she questioned, her nose scrunching when she realized just how awful that sounded. "I mean, are you my boyfriend?" she asked, looking down at her hands in her lap, feeling entirely too embarrassed to actually make eye contact with him.

He crossed the room in just two short steps, aided of course by his considerable height. He cradled her chin in one hand, tilting her face up to look into his brilliant blue eyes. "I'll be anything you want me to be. I'd love to be your boyfriend, Hermione," he said seriously.

Still, she was a bit confused about why he chose her. "But...why me? I mean, you're so good looking...and accomplished...and surely, you've got all sorts of women after you," she said, feeling self conscious, despite the way he'd given his body to her the day before and today. How could he still want to be with her when she'd convinced herself that he was a fucking werewolf?

"I'm not really sure what it is about you, but from the moment I saw you on Halloween, I felt drawn to you," he said, seriously. "I knew that I had to talk to you, and then once we spoke, I knew that I had to possess you."

She blushed, thinking that he'd rather done that. But then again, she'd possessed him too. That was her mark on his neck, just peeking out of his thermal shirt. "Alright," she said, with a grin. "Well, let's get a move on, boyfriend." Standing on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck, before kissing him fiercely.

Fenrir Greyback had gone a long time without having a girlfriend. Still, though, he couldn't deny that he absolutely loved all of the perks that came with having Hermione Granger as his. She was smart and driven, made him laugh more than anyone he could remember, and they had the most amazing chemistry. It had only been a week since she'd accompanied him on his research trip, but he'd had her every day since they'd been back.

They seemed to have a connection that drew them both to one another. Fenrir wasn't all that bothered by it, so long as Hermione still wanted him. He definitely wasn't going to stop wanting her anytime soon.

The only problem with his woman — as he prefered to think of her as — was that her friends were nosey as fuck. After the little redheaded girl kept banging on Hermione's door every time he came over, he'd insisted that she come back to his house instead. There was much more space — many more flat surfaces to christen — and it was generally nicer than her tiny studio apartment.

His possessiveness was off putting to her friends, he knew, but they were still in such a fragile time in their relationship. He wished they would just back off and give him a bit of time alone with her first, or at least hold off judgement on him. He hated the way that they were constantly trying to convince Hermione that he was dangerous just because he didn't prescribe to Lupin's behavioral theories. They got her so worked up that she'd scared herself nearly half to death thinking he was a fairytale creature. He could admit that he hadn't helped things, playing up the little red riding hood thing when he walked her home on Halloween.

His woman would placate him with a kiss on the lips or nuzzle her head into his neck, before promising him that she would handle her friends.

It was how he found himself being dragged along to the bar for drinks with her people. It was a bloody student bar, and he couldn't help but think that he should not be here, where he might run into his students, but he was glad he'd gone with. He couldn't live with himself if he would have missed the beautiful dressing down that Hermione had given Bill Weasley.

She'd stalked over to the tall redhead, mouth in a snarl, beer in hand. "William Weasley!" shd shouted, getting his attention, only to throw that beer in his face. "How dare you try to scare me off from Fenrir, when you owe him your life?"

Bill desperately tried to placate his feisty girlfriend while she continued to berate him and defended Fenrir's honor to everyone and anyone who would listen. When Bill looked over her head to meet Fenrir's smiling eyes, Fenrir couldn't resist smirking and raising his whiskey glass in his direction.

Hermione came bounding back over to him, obviously still thoroughly annoyed. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a steamy kiss to remind her that she was his. "Watching you defend me has got me so hard, sweet." He pressed the evidence of his arousal into her stomach, snickering when she moaned a little bit under her breath. He let his arm wrap around her to pull her closer, his hand cupping her arse. Bill Weasley scowled at him from across the bar.

She looked up at him with an innocent expression, her voice sugary sweet. "Maybe if you play nice with my friends, we can leave early and I can help you take care of that." Hermione caught her lower lip between her teeth, leading Fenrir to believe she knew exactly what she did to him.

"Alright, I will play along, this time," he said, sighing, like it was a big hardship.

It wasn't a big hardship, though, if he got to get a taste of his little red at the end of the night.