Fenrir/Emmeline
"Don't scream."
Emmeline shut her eyes tightly, shoulders tense and cheeks sucked in as Fenrir Greyback whispered into her ear. Her hands were tightly gripping the books she had picked up---bloody hell, what did bookstores have against her? She'd just come in here for some light reading, she'd even avoided Flourish and Blotts, and who the fuck had to be lurking in the back where the mystery novels were? Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf who had the ultimate vendetta against her boyfriend.
"What," she snapped, looking down the aisle to see if someone was in the vicinity. His grip on her waist tightened and Emmeline felt tears strike her eyes. Suddenly she wished she was at least facing the werewolf so she didn't feel so trapped.
"You're a real pretty girl, Emmy," Fenrir snarled into her ear, pushing her into the bookcase as he leaned all his weight into her. This time she did let out a little whimper, "It'd be a terrible thing if the actions you took led to some unfortunate circumstances."
"I don't regret anything I've done or will do--"
She let out a gasp as his hand slipped under her shirt.
"Oh, you will," he whispered, and if she didn't know he was a deranged werewolf it would've sounded sweet---and he disapparated.
Emmeline dropped her books and rushed out of the store.
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