Hungry Like The Wolf

mekere: Thank you for saying that. I hope that the drool will be wiped from your chin after this chapter.. not sure though.



Gryffjr: I am so pleased you like my story. Yes all those various hot places for action. I like it don't you. Here's more.



allie: Hope you like.



Lady Lynn: Remus is a bit darker in this fic. I can't stand canon Remus, so if I make him OOC that's only because I'm giving him a backbone. Glad you like it, and as for Hermione... is it really?



ccino: What happened to Snape's powers? interesting question. One that unfortunately I cannot answer, anyhow I hope you like this chapter.



ccrawley: I tend to write different. I like different. I hope you like this.



Mary: Is this soon enough?



angel: Indeed, how are the Order going to take the news huh?



Dee Dee: You might be right. And don't worry about not getting ideas down.. and it doesn't matter about spelling and grammer. I am not that good. Yet people like you say I am... I didn't think I could do anything but recently I've been writing, sketching AND Photoshopping to my little hearts content. So, don't feel useless. You don't know until you try, hon! Give it a go and if you feel you need help then don't hesitate to ask me. You have some brilliant ideas; it would be a shame to waste them.



sbrande: Yes me too, but I am also into Fenrir. There are very few Fenrir/Hermione stories so it looks like I have full consensus of this ship SO far. Anyway, yep. Thanks for the review and as for planning *laughs hysterically!* No, I don't have a plan for this particular fic. Besides I am not good with planning and sticking to them. I kind of rely on reviews to help feed me ideas.



Mistress Malfoy: Well you know I like Ginny so I will write her as much as possible she's like my fantasy little sister. Hermione's like my fantasy big sister (if she was real she'd be almost a year older than me!) So, yeah I like them both. Sorry if she squicks you but I like her. Anyway glad you're enjoying this story. Hope you like this little update. And no, Remus and Hermione are never going to have a scene in my stories... sorry.



cateye: True, if you're going to break the boundaries do it properly huh!? Anyway, here is the update and yes Hermione will have feelings for Fenrir.



xenija: Fenrir is a little confused right this moment and if you read this chapter you'll know why. I hope you like this chapter anyway. As for Snape - well - he's a confused soul to.



LCDrusilla: Thank you. I think it's okay. I am sure I could make it better but hey, even Jo thinks there could be changes made throughout the entire series of HP so far.



sailor tiamat: Thank you; yes it is getting darker, but I hope it becomes humourous to. I like the mixture of Dark and Humour. Anyway, carry on reading, and Fenir just gets sexier!



Greyback Grange



Hermione looked at the Grange and grimaced at her prospects. It was not what she had wanted; but then since she joined the Wizarding World she rarely got what she wanted. Fenrir shrugged his shoulders and basically let her get on with it. He walked up to a door and opened it. She wasn’t sure whether she should follow him or not. She looked around. Her stomach was making butterflies as she surveyed what she had come to.



She walked up to the door that Fenrir walked in and opened it and entered into a dark room with a fire roaring in the room. He shrugged his shoulders again as he saw her grace the room with her presence. She looked around and noticed that there were some books on shelves and stepped up to the shelves. She smiled weakly as she picked up a book with a rope tied around it. It was the Monster book of Monsters. She put it back on the shelf and cringed away from it.



“Have you had experience with that book?” Fenrir asked.



“Yes,” Hermione said. “Hagrid chose it as a book for us to read in my third year.”



“Ah, yes. Hagrid,” Fenrir said. “I owe my life to him. He found me as a cub and raised me.”



“You were born a werewolf?” Hermione asked.



Fenrir chuckled. “No, but my father was one and he bit me as a babe.” Hermione gulped as she looked at the naked man before her. If he was bitten by his own father then does that mean he’d have to bite her children? She voiced this question aloud. “I shouldn’t think so. I’ve researched and there have been attempted breeding programmes of Werewolves before. It almost succeeded. So, no, I don’t think that I will have to bite our cubs, Hermione.” Hermione sighed with relief. He looked at her and travelled his eyes up and down her body. “Speaking of cubs – we should get going.”



Hermione’s eyes widened. “Wasn’t last night and this morning enough?”



“No,” he answered. “Not for me. Besides, there is not much to do here.”



She looked at the naked man again. “Can I have at least one condition?”



Fenrir sighed. He didn’t want to give her any reason to leave him at this early stage. He would just have to acquiesce to her demands. “What is the condition?”



“Take a bath,” she said. Fenrir’s dark eyes narrowed as he looked at her. Then he smirked wickedly.



“All right,” he said. “As long as you take one with me.”



Hermione chewed the inside of her lip thoughtfully. “Fine!” she said.



Fenrir shook his head. She certainly was fun. He walked up to her and tucked some hair behind her ear.



“Are you getting more confident in your skin?” he asked her. Hermione shook her head. She wanted to get some clothes on soon. “Don’t worry,” he continued. “You soon will be.”



He took her hand and walked her out of the room. She walked up the staircase. Hermione saw that spiders had made intricate webs inbetween the banisters. Age-old dust had settled on the rail and Hermione also noticed that damp had seeped into the woodwork. This place needed to be cared for and looked after. It seemed he didn’t care for it.



She smiled a little at the thought of being able to look after a neglected Mansion. She’d make all sorts of changes. If Fenrir was going to be Master in the bedroom: Hermione was going to be Mistress of everywhere else in the decrepit Grange. She smiled at the thought of cheering this place up.



He opened a door and Hermione was shoved into a room with nothing but a bed: a fire, and a rug at the edge of the fire. There were no chairs: no books, and certainly no wardrobes. He certainly was happy being naked. She might have to change that to. She was not going to be a Naturist whatever he thought.



He opened a door that led to the en suite bathroom. That was as bad as the rest of the Mansion. Hermione had kept hold of her wand after dumping the clothes on the floor of the hallway. She sighed. She flicked her wand and immediately broomsticks and buckets popped up. She had to clean the bathroom first before she did anything.

“What are you doing?” Fenrir snapped.



“If you want to be a father you’ve got to take pride in other things first,” Hermione answered coolly. “I can not have sex – mate – or whatever you’d like to call it in a dump. Sorry. But this place needs a thorough clean through. THEN we can clean ourselves.”



Fenrir stomped out of the bathroom and curled up on the rug. “So, this is what its like to have a woman? No wonder my Master didn’t give me one!”



“I can hear you, Fenrir!” Hermione exclaimed. “And if you want to do it then you better get your wand and start cleaning. The quicker we get this done the quicker we can make the babies you so desire!”



Fenrir got up and walked into the bathroom. He looked at her. She seemed fairly confident in her own skin now. She stood there with her hands on her hips and smirked as she waved her wand around her. Damn! Fenrir thought. The chastity charm! There is no way she’d let me do anything with her now unless I bloody clean!



“Where’s my wand?” he asked giving up.



“It is in the pile of clothes in the hallway,” she answered.



He opened the door and watched her wave her wand in various corners starting to clean and scrub at the grimy tiles. She has promised, he thought, and she’s the sort to never go back on her word.



Hermione turned her head and scowled at his retreating back. He had given in too easily. She knew what that meant. She’d probably pay for it later. She sighed and decided to worry about that when the time came. She smiled a little at the thought of seeing him properly cleaned. It seemed he had never seen any real need to care for himself.



“Maybe,” Hermione sighed to herself. “He had never had anyone truly care for him.”



This actually made her feel pity for him. If he had never had anyone care for him, then that was probably the reason why he never cared for himself the way that most of civilisation did. She smirked at the thought of being the one to tame him.

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Fenrir went down the stairs like a sulking teenager when told he couldn’t go out to play unless his room was tidy. He strode up to the pile of clothes and found his wand. He also found her underwear. He grinned mischievously as he wondered exactly what colour she’d wear now. She was certainly no innocent anymore.



He picked up his wand and stared around the Mansion. She was right; it was a dump. And really no fit place to raise a litter of cubs. He wanted to be a good father. He wanted to show the world that Werewolves were just as capable of looking after their children and just as capable of looking after their mates and homes as well as any human.



He flicked his wand and started to clean the banisters and he got rid of the damp in the woodwork and on the walls by putting a drying charm on the affected places. He then set about getting mops and buckets to clean the floors. He hated to admit this but she had almost taken over already. He heard his father’s voice in his mind.



“Women are trouble,” he said. “As soon as you tell ‘em their Mistress of all they survey that’s when they’ll take over you and yours! You’ll find the house completely changed and you’ll find your freedom totally gone! Never tell a woman that she’ll be a Mistress, Fenrir. Right from that moment on you might as well chop off your manhood!”



Fenrir charmed cloths to appear and new buckets of hot soapy water for them. He waved them in the air and they started washing the walls. He then turned around and chewed his lip. He looked down on himself. As the walls were getting cleaner the Mansion began to look more – inviting and he glimpsed at colour. Fenrir had never seen colour in Greyback Grange before. True he was a man of the night and loved Mistress Moon, but that was only because he had seen no real reason to prefer day to night.



Hermione was a woman after all, and one that obviously preferred the day to the night. He realised that he wanted her to be happy. She was his chosen mate because he liked her scent. Scent was important to a Werewolf, and he realised as soon as he sniffed her that she was his mate. He knew that they would work well together. Plus, he sighed. She’s friends with Hagrid. I wonder why he never joined us? Has the light really been that good to him? Then again, has the Dark been that good to me?



Hermione was perhaps the one thing that he was doing right. He was watching the enchanted cleaning cloths revealing the Mansion’s beauty with every cleansed inch. He looked down at his body again. He wondered what he would look like properly cleaned and shaved. He had never had anyone to look clean for before. He sighed and continued watching his house become a home. If I’m not careful, he thought. I might never want to go back to my cave again.



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Hermione had moved from the bathroom and had started on the bedroom. She walked out of the bedroom and started on the hallway. If even a tiny portion of this house was clean then she might be able to do what he wants. It’s just that there was no point having a bath in a dirty bathroom. She enchanted cloths and water buckets to start on the walls. She got brooms to sweep the floors and mops to wash the dingy carpet. It turned out that the carpet was a nice red colour.



Hermione thought that it was a shame this place had been neglected for so long. A nice green colour was emerging on the walls from beneath the filth and grime. Hermione actually liked the colour green. It complemented most other colours. She sighed as she looked at how even the paintings were almost glowing.



“Well finally.” “It’s about time!” “Fancy keeping us hidden all this time. I have a mind to speak to that young tearaway!” Hermione smirked. It seemed that even the ancestors were getting fed up with being ignored. She walked past one and it whistled to her.



“Who are you?” the painting asked.



“Hermione Granger,” she said.



“And are you responsible for this?”



“I’m afraid I am!” she said. “I am Fenrir’s mate.”



The painting looked at her. “I suppose you’ll have to do.”



Hermione fumed. She was about to defend herself when a lady in a pink dress walked into the portrait and whacked his head with a fan.



“What do you mean, she’ll do?” the woman sneered. “She’s actually tidying this place up and she’s not even married yet!”



Hermione looked at the woman. “What is your name?”



“Hermione,” she said. “It’s a family name.”



“Oh,” was all Real Hermione said. “That’s good to know.”



“So, you’re going to be Mistress here. Good luck! The Greybacks are obsolete at the best of times. My husband was a right old bore!”



Hermione snorted. “You must have liked him.”



“Hardly,” Portrait Hermione said, “I ended up seeking the arms of another man. It is the fate of the Greyback women. We all tend to betray our husbands at some point. It’s like a curse.”



Real Hermione nodded. She sighed. “Are you going to be all right with a mudblood like me taking over though?”



“Eh? What’s that?” an old man asked waking up. “A bud blood?”



“Go back to sleep you deaf old coot,” portrait Hermione said. “Huh! I was one myself. This family isn’t as pure as some. Greybacks tend to do this every few generations or so. Dreary place isn’t it. I sometimes wish I married my true love.”



“Who was that?”



Portrait Hermione giggled. “He was a handsome man. Draco was his name. Draco Malfoy.”



Hermione paled considerably. “Well, I went to school with a Draco Malfoy. And he was certainly not my true love.”



“Ah! But I can sense you have a true love?” Portrait Hermione asked.



Real Hermione nodded. Portrait Hermione didn’t enquire any further, but she peered closely at her namesake.

“I suppose you have not got any clothes to wear?”



“Fenrir won’t let me,” Hermione said. “He thinks that I should glory in my nakedness.”



Hermione turned around and moved the clothes and cleansed the water.



“Well,” a young cavalier said. “If that’s the case then it looks like it’s going to be much more fun hanging here from now on?”



“If you see something often enough,” Hermione began. “It becomes boring.”



The portrait of the cavalier giggled. “I don’t think a man could tire of your naked body, Miss Granger.”



Hermione shook her head and continued on with her cleaning. She decided to check the bathroom. It was gleaming. Hermione was shocked as she noticed how lovely the bathroom was. It had a mosaic of a wolf howling at the moon on the large walls. The bath was shaped like the moon too and it was free standing. Hermione actually liked the bathroom and toilet. She walked into the bedroom and went towards the drapes. Brooms beat them to get the dust out of the heavy velvety drapes, Hermione opened the drapes and the sun shone into the room and Hermione turned around.



Fenrir was standing in the doorway still naked the sun shining on his masculine body. Hermione looked at him and he made no attempt to shun the sun from his eyes.



“Is the bathroom tidy?” he asked.



“Not quite,” Hermione said. “This place still needs cleaning. I am not going to let what happened to that Italian Wizard happen to me.”



Fenrir laughed. “Yes, he was a bit foolish going to sleep whilst cleaning his Masters chambers!”



Hermione looked at Fenrir again. She had to admit that perhaps he wouldn’t be so bad; it seemed his whole family were a bit off the map. She smiled a bit at his chest muscles. He was a powerful man and if he was a muggle there would be a lot of women wanting to be with him. She walked up to him and decided to give him a taster as a motivation to keep him going with the long overdue Spring Clean.

She walked up to him and smiled. He tilted his head to one side wondering what it was she was up to. She rubbed her hands on his chest and tiptoed up. Her heart had leapt into her throat as she tentatively brushed her lips on his. He put an arm around her waist and leant down and captured her lips with his.



She opened her mouth and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth rolling it around and playing with her. She smirked against his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked his greasy hair. It was a pity it was so greasy. It could be nice washed. He had all the hallmarks of looking as distinguished and handsome as Lucius Malfoy.



She pushed her body against his as they kissed and he held her in his arms. Their tongues playing with each other nicely; they felt their bodies heat up with passion and intensity as they kissed. She resisted the urge to wrap her legs around his waist. He resisted the urge to pick her legs up. This is nice, he thought. I like her taste inside my mouth, and she’s making me wish for more. I want her but for some reason not now. Is there something wrong with me?



Hermione broke the kiss and she stayed in his arms for a little while longer before stepping back. She smiled shyly at him.



“That was lovely,” Fenrir said. “No one has ever kissed me like that before.”



She blushed and was all of a sudden aware of how naked she was. “You can have that and more when everywhere is cleaned to my satisfaction.”



Fenrir grinned. She had just given him incentive to get on with it. He turned around and walked out the door. She watched him leave tilting her head to look at his butt and sighed. She was almost surprised that he wasn’t already taken.



He walked off almost resisting the urge to hum. She was indeed a sweet little innocent temptress. The scent of a woman never fails. He had smelled that she would be perfect for him, and she was proving to be just that!



A/N - So, the Mansion is being cleaned ala Sorcerors Apprentice, and Hermione actually kissed Fenrir willingly. She's starting to get feelings for him now. As for Fenrir... he can stand naked in my doorway any time!



Oh, and I want a vote - should Ginny and Snape have a full blown sex scene to themselves in this fic. A part of me wants to write it but another 'Harry pitying' side doesn't. So, it's up to you my loyal reviewers. Ginny and Snape will if you want it!