A/N: Welcome, welcome. This fic was written for the Smutfest Challenge on the Ordinary Writing Levels group. The prompt was that the author must include a smut scene in the first chapter to qualify. I will be expanding this beyond one chapter, however, updates will be sporadic for now as I have other fics that must be updated regularly. I really hope you all enjoy, and I can't wait to hear what you think. Please note: this is unbeta'ed so please let me know if there are areas that should be corrected and I will endeavor to fix them.

Warning: This is a mature rating and will include the following: smut, graphic violence, dubious consent. The possibility of pregnancy and/or miscarriage may be included. There may be reference to other triggers as well so please be mindful of this as you read, and if it isn't your cup of tea then read no further.

Bone-numbing chills crept beneath Hermione's skin from the crisp late autumn night in the Scottish Highlands. It was storming out, horrendously loud rumbles of thunder met with blindingly bright white flashes of lightning. The rain was cold, seeping beneath her crimson colored cloak, making warmth impossible. In the sky a white globe appeared and illuminated the darkness, as it did an echoing howl pierced through the otherwise quiet night.

Hermione shuddered. Most people in this part of the country had the sense to close their windows and lock their doors up tight, dwelling inside. Not her. No, Hermione knew it was dangerous to head into the forbidden forest alone during a full moon, but it was the only time the specific herb she required could be found.

She held her basket in one hand, her wand gripped firmly in the other. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the forest and along the path to where the lunae florebit bloomed. The flower was rare, a bud which grew on the nightshade plant one night per month. The night of the full moon, which is why it was named for the spherical shape in the clouds.

She reached the area where it grew and quickly darted behind a large tree. She was so close to the source of her dangerous adventure, but so was a large grey wolf. She wouldn't be able to get to the herb without alerting the attention of the wolf, and that she didn't want to do. Instead Hermione sank to a low squatting position and pulled the red hood of her cloak over her head trying to cover as much of her scent up as possible. It seemed to be working, so she perched in her spot waiting for the wolf to move on. Then, the wind blew south, right past her.

Hermione was unaware of this, but the aroma of her essence carried one mile south where it tickled the awareness of an Alpha, just about to shift fully after his last pack member completed the change. The scent was sweet, vanilla with a hint of berry and something slightly floral. Obviously, a feminine scent, and not from of one of his pack. Fenrir growled lowly at the thought that an intruder was on his territory on this of all nights. He was about to switch into his full wolf form when another breeze carried more of the scent to his nose.

The same underlying smell was there but this time with the notes that bespoke of curiosity, a little sharp scent of fear and something else. Something like passion and desire and strength. It was sweet and it made him ache and instead of switching his form fully, he unconsciously wandered in the direction where it was coming from. He knew instinctively that this was the scent of his mate.

The last time he had been close enough to smell this was when he discovered he had a mate. He had used all his energy to restrain himself from ripping out the mad bitch's throat, when he watched his little mate being tortured. It was true that at first, he gladly wanted to watch the little girl suffer, until her scent caught him. When he learned, she was his mate he wanted to kill all who would harm her. However, doing so would have gotten them both killed. The crazy witch had mistaken his agitation for excitement and promised the mudblood to him when she finished. The opportunity for healing his mate and protecting her never came because she escaped. Fenrir didn't want to scare his mate by approaching her in his half-phased form tonight, but high from the effects of the moon his wolf took over and he ran North.

It didn't take him long to get there. His physical strength, powerful legs and heightened scenes drove him to his destination quickly. A short distance away, he had his mate, Hermione he remembered, in his sights. The witch wore a gleaming red cloak with the hood pulled over her head, and she was crouched low behind a tree. He soon knew why, sensing the presence of a wolf. Not a were, but still dangerous to a human female on the night of the full moon.

He wondered why the girl would venture into the forest on a night like tonight, but couldn't bring himself to care, not when her scent was overpowering him. He neared even closer to her and Hermione's head shot up as he did.

Her scent shifted, and he knew that she not only saw him, but that she recognized him. He wanted to whine knowing she was afraid of him, but didn't, knowing she was right to. He ran past her and towards the wolf. Not one of his pack the omega wolf wouldn't answer to him, though it did understand that Fenrir was much more powerful. One growl was all it took to have the smaller animal scampering off. Now, he was alone with his mate.

Hermione rose to her feet, needing to get away. She knew this was Greyback, the werewolf alpha who wanted to claim her after she was tortured. A terrifying half wizard half beast who fought for Voldemort. She made to run, but was blocked by the predator before she could even move.

"Please don't hurt me," she cried out before she could help herself. She knew it was stupid, if Greyback wanted her he could easily take her and pleading would not save her. To her surprise, he didn't move towards her, but cocked his head to the side and watched her curiously.

He cracked a grin, finding it amusing that his mate wore a red cloak and was encountering a wolf in the woods. He couldn't resist. "Little red riding hood must not have learned her lesson."

Hermione didn't find the remark funny, it made her shudder. The witch wasn't one to show her fear though, and so she made a witty comment back. "But oh, my, my what big teeth you have." Fenrir laughed outright at that. She glared.

"Why are you out here little red? Don't you know there are dangerous things like me in here?"

"Of course, I know that," Hermione spat. She didn't answer his question, but her gaze drifted to the lunae florebit. He followed her glance and smirked. He currently stood fully between his mate, and not only her escape path but the very thing she seemed to be here for.

"Yet you couldn't resist. You needed something." His mate gasped.

"Yes, actually."

"Why don't you come get it then?" Fenrir challenged.

"Because we both know I won't make it that far before you kill me."

The statement reminded him that his mate didn't know he was playing, that she was afraid, of him, and that he had not given her any reason not to be. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said and put his hands up in surrender.

A moment passed and accepting his words as the truth, Hermione cautiously stepped forward. She was soon stopped by his tsking. She glanced up, afraid again.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Hermione, but I'm also not going to let you take that herb until you have paid me for it."

"Paid you?" The witch questioned in outrage.

"Yes, little one, I require payment, a boon if you will."

"What would you have?" Hermione asked, desperate for an escape and for the lunae florebit, the last ingredient for the potion she was creating.

"Hmmmm, let me think," Fenrir drawled, knowing his request already. "A kiss should suffice."

"A kiss? Why?"

"Because little one, you are mine, my mate, and by the next moon, you will be by my side. For now, I'll take the kiss."

"I'll never be yours." She replied even as she walked closer. If a kiss was the only way she was going to get her herb, then she supposed it wasn't all that bad.

"We'll see, Fenrir said and grabbed her as she reached him, crashing his lips to hers.

He threw every emotion he had into that kiss, the desire, the passion, annoyance, his need. He pressed his tongue against her lips, demanding entry, and his mate obediently opened to him. He tangled his tongue with hers, nibbling softly at her bottom lip, taking his time. When Hermione moaned softly, he pulled away. Smirking at her he repeated his earlier statement.

"Yes, we shall see." Then he shifted completely into his wolf form, a large dark furred beast, with two grey stripes down his back. He darted off further away into the trees, but close enough to still see his mate, gather the plant into her basket and depart the forest. He whined when she disappeared, knowing that now he had found her again, now he had kissed her, that he would stay away no longer. She would be his.

A week later, Hermione bustled about her kitchen. She had recently moved out of Grimmauld place with Harry, allowing him to settle in before his wedding. Her and Ron's relationship didn't last long, and while still friends, he had moved in with his new girlfriend, Lacey. The only one of her friends still single, Hermione decided it was time for a slight change. She was an independent researcher for the ministry, and she mostly worked from home. It didn't matter if that home was in London or not when she could floo in to the ministry when needed.

It had been two months since she had made the change and moved into a small cottage nearby Hogsmede. However, her work on the potion had filled most of her waking hours, and she hadn't yet had the time to unpack. Now that she had successfully brewed the potion, perfected her research and turned it into the Ministry for further testing, she was finally able to set up her house.

Setting the last tea mug on the shelf next to the stove and kettle, she sighed heavily. She imaged the bubbly sense of pride and accomplished relief she wasn't experiencing at that moment. The kitchen was completed and she had worked so hard setting it up in her cozy, countrylike style. Hermione's mind was instead focused on the strange encounter in the forest the week before. She hadn't let herself process the events as they occurred until her work on the potion was finished. An uneasy wave crossed over her when she thought about meeting Greyback in the woods.

While the feeling of dread made itself at home in the back of her minds, her thoughts turned to the kiss. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something about that kiss. Hermione had never been kissed like that before, not that she had many opportunities to compare it to, but it was strange how much more passionate and needy that one kiss made her. Sighing again, she decided that with the lateness of the hour and her troubled musings that she ought to call it quits for the night. She put the kettle on for a nice cup of tea and smiled to herself.

Outside the window her back was turned to, Fenrir watched his mate. She seemed distracted by something, and he figured he already knew what was occupying her thoughts. He had been watching her every night since the moon, but tonight was the night he made his watchful presence known. He stalked towards the door to the little cottage and knocked on the door, right before he stepped far enough into the shadows and smirked to himself. He waited, and right on cue his mate opened the door.

There was nobody there. Hermione shook her head, and told herself that she was hearing things. She lived alone, in the rolling Scottish hills, close to but still outside a small, magical village. She had no neighbors, and Hosgmede was a half an hour walk away. Nobody was knocking on her door.

She closed and re-latched the door, making her way back to the kitchen and her now whistling teapot. She poured herself a mug of her favorite chamomile blend, and settled in with a classic on the couch in the half-done living room. She had just taken her first sip of the steaming beverage, and was partially through the first chapter of the novel when she heard it again. A knocking sound. Only this time it wasn't from the front entrance but the living room window. She glanced up quickly and seeing nobody went to look out the window.

She saw nothing and no one. Just darkness and the magnificent view of the landscape in the distance. She muttered to herself that she was hallucinating and figured it was her exhaustion as she returned to the couch. Unsettled, Hermione didn't fully relax again for several minutes. Sometime later, her tea was becoming more tepid and she read a good chunk of the first part of the story, when the sound came again, making Hermione's hair stand on end. This time the knock was on one of the kitchen windows. She threw down the book and ran towards the stove and checked the two windows in the kitchen.

Still nothing. This time Hermione was unconvinced that it was simply her imagination. She had been uncomfortable and ill at ease all evening to begin with and now this. She ought to stay in or Floo call Harry to come and check it out, but she wanted to put her mind to rest. Grabbing her red cloak, she unlocked the door and walked out into the black night. A quick walk around her property just to make sure nothing was out here, wouldn't hurt her any, she reasoned. Besides she was a witch, and she had her wand.

She surveilled her surroundings as she circled the property around the cottage, nothing in the front of the house, or by the living area. The back of the house was clear as well. Cautiously she rounded the corner to the kitchen, and was met with only darkness and quiet. Nobody was there. She breathed out her relief and began to chide herself for her overreactive imagination. As she paced quickly towards the door again she heard a rustling sound behind her and immediately turned on her heels.

Before her, seemingly having appeared out of thin air, stood Fenrir Greyback. She shivered, and it wasn't because she was cold. The object of her increasing terror cocked his head and smirked at her.

"Hello again, my little red," Greyback greeted. Hermione shuddered.

"You!" She exclaimed, trying to disguise her panic. "What are you doing here?"

"I can smell your fear, mate. I promise I'm not here to hurt you."

Hermione didn't pause her thoughts long enough to catch that he referred to her as his mate. His declaration didn't do anything to make her any less afraid. "What do you want Greyback? Why are you outside my home?" She demanded answers.

"I told you already, Hermione. You are mine. I'm only claiming what belongs to me."

"I don't belong to you!" Hermione yelled out. She wondered if she could make it inside before he closed the distance between them. She realized that with his heightened strength that the idea was hopeless.

"Tell me, how did our kiss when we last met make you feel? You can't stop thinking about it, can you? You've never experienced anything like it, right? None of the other boy's you have been with come close to making you burn the way kissing me did, do they?" The big bad wolf, grinned now, showing his teeth. Drawing her attention back to that night in the woods, awoke the underlaying desire within her, and she felt the arousal rush through her. Judging from the way his sudden shudder and the widening smile, he could smell her scent.

"That doesn't make me yours." Hermione hissed.

"I dare to disagree, little one. You see, I too have never conquered anything as good, and I've known for quite some time that you are my mate. Nobody else will satisfy you the way I can. The way I will." He said and in the next moment closed the space between them. Too fast for her to react, he was behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her, and pulling her against his hard body. Her bum pressed against his groin and she could feel his erection straining against his trousers.

Fenrir pressed his lips to his mate's neck, kissing the bare skin where he would soon mark her, and inhaling her sweet scent. Unable to help herself, the chemistry between them too strong and too right, Hermione moaned. She felt the curl of his lips against her as they formed a pleased smile. Before she knew it, she was lifted and being carried into her home. The minute the door closed behind them, she was pinned against it, his lips assaulting hers.

She was kissing him back, he was right, that no one else awoke her desire this way and it felt good. Her head was screaming profanities at her but her body was in control now. Fenrir carefully pulled the cloak off his mate, not wanting to damage the material because he rather liked it. The moment it was off though, he was tearing her shirt and kissing his was down her jaw. He was pleased to discover his mate wore no bra beneath the top. He cupped her breasts, caressing them, circling his thumbs around her nipples. He played with them awhile delighting in the moans he drew out of her, until he finally allowed himself to pull one of the delicious, rosy peaks into his mouth.

Hermione cried out as he suckled her. Heat coursing straight down to her core. Unconsciously, her hand found his head and her fingers twisted in his hair. He lifted his piercing blue eyes to her soft, rich chocolate ones.

"Bedroom?" He asked, though it wasn't a request. Hermione nodded before pointing to the back of the small cottage.

He scooped her up and carried her to his destination. He laid her down on the bed and made short work of her denim jeans and panties, baring her fully before him. He leaned over and kissed her deeply again as his hands wandered to her wet center. Inserting a finger in her, he pumped it in and out, as he whispered to her all the things he was going to do to her. Whimpering, and heady with desire Hermione tugged at his white tee and he gladly removed it.

"You want me, don't you? You are wet for me?" He crooned.

"Yes!" Hermione cried, unsure why she was going so far, but not caring anymore, so long as it felt like this.

"You want to come don't you."

"Circe, yes."

Fenrir pumped his fingers faster, deeper in her and stroked her clit as well. He couldn't wait until he could taste he nectar, but for now he would have to wait. "Then, come for me." He commanded and she broke beneath him.

When her climax ebbed down, he looked her straight in the gaze. "You are mine." He stated.

Dazed, Hermione nodded, still seeing stars. "Yours." She agreed. Fenrir shed his trousers and aligned his cock with her soaked entrance.

"I'm going to take you now, mate. When I do, you are mine for good."

"Wait." Hermione said. "I've never done this before."

Her confession pleased him greatly, because now she really was all his. "I'll be gentle." He said and not waiting for her answer, he slid home. He broke her hymen in one quick movement, and she screamed her pain beneath him. Not one to break his promise once given, he immediately stilled. A minute or so went by and soon his mate was wiggling under him, needing him to move. He didn't disappoint, easing out slowly before thrusting in again just as slow. He kept a steady pace, groaning as her tight sheath gripped his cock.

The sensation was too much, and Hermione found herself climbing the cliff of pleasure once more, about to plummet. The moment her orgasm crashed through her, Fenrir bit down right where her shoulder and neck met, marking her, claiming her as his mate. She was too far gone to desire to feel the pain of his teeth, and with one final thrust, he came inside of her. He collapsed atop her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. When his breathing returned to normal, he rolled off her, keeping an arm around her to hold her close.

Hermione had meanwhile, returned to her senses and was horrified with what they had just done.

"You bit me," she accused.

"I marked you," he replied.

"You had no right!"

"I had every right. You agreed to be mine, and I claimed you as such. You're my mate, I just made things official." Fenrir replied with an unrepentant shrug of his shoulders. Hermione glared hatefully at him.