A/N: And I'm back, and bringing the fun along with me..hopefully? This is the obligatory warning where I would tell you that this contains mentions of knotting, slick and all the other filthy and obscene things that I love about A/B/O so if you want to, you still have a chance to run. Since it doesn't show the planned chapter count unlike on Ao3, this story is composed of 3 chapters, all written and just waiting to be uploaded.

Y'all ready for this?

"Hello, Granger."

The young woman in front of him squirmed. Her cheeks were flushed and she fidgeted with the wand in her hand.

Being the brightest witch of her age, she was a force to be reckoned with and a menace with her wand. He knew he could overpower her with his alpha strength but it was best to keep her on arm's length if she ever thought of hexing him.

She had that defiant look in her eyes but there was something else. Something different from the way she gazed upon him.

He took a whiff of her scent again and the action almost made his heart stop.

That scent.

Not only was he trailing an omega but this omega was undoubtedly in heat - unmated and without a suppressant potion.

Mate her.

"Omega, come here." His alpha voice brook no argument.

Granger whimpered and the sound shot to his groin, obliterating all of his carefully laid plans of getting her tied up and taken to the Manor. Taken to Voldemort.

No, this omega would not be given to another.

Yes, she could be tied up.

Helpless. At his mercy.

His knot seated deep within her.

The mere thought of it elicited a deep rumble in his chest.

His.

She slowly made his way to him, that biological compulsion to follow an alpha was definitely working. Granger was no longer in control of her actions and he was no better. He wanted this omega and he would have her.

o0o

Merlin, his voice.

She knew she should be running. At the back of her mind, she knew she should be doing something else - not following Malfoy's orders. Her alpha's orders. Alpha alpha alpha please. But the hunger to be filled could not be denied.

One step. Two. Three.

Almost there. Alpha please.

She was a few steps away from him when his arm shot out and tugged her with her back against his chest. His nose found the mating gland on her neck, a patch of elevated skin just below her ear. He rubbed his nose on it, licked it with a fervor that made her breath hitch.

Oh.

She could feel her slick gushing out of her, trailing down her thighs readying her for what was to come. She was too far gone to resist when he started unbuttoning her coat. He did it with haste, eager to have her bare before him, all while he kept licking her gland. It was driving her crazy with lust, so much that she bucked at him and moaned when she felt his hard length against her back.

Please.

As if hearing her plea, he went for her jumper next. She raised her arms to help him remove the garment so she was left in only her bra and pants. She shuddered from the cold for a moment and was enveloped in warmth when he wrapped his arms around her. Without breaking contact, he flicked his wand to cast a warming charm and privacy charms around them; then he transfigured the leaves below them to a shaggy rug.

Alpha cares. He will take care of you. He will provide for you.

Give in, omega.

When she was down to her bra and knickers, he stepped away from her and she whimpered from the loss of his body heat. No! Alpha come back. I promise I will be good. Please. But he was not going anywhere. He quickly and methodically stripped his clothes until he was bare before her. She allowed her gaze to wander from his handsome face, the aristocratic nose, his mouth. I need you alpha please please. He was broad and his pale muscled flesh was calling to her to touch, to trace her tongue on his -

He was marred, he was hurt. Someone had hurt her alpha. They would pay, they would-

His lips on hers quieted her thoughts and it was all just him. His scent, his body so, so warm on her fingertips. They were a tangle of limbs, hands trailing everywhere. His tongue plundered her mouth, mimicking the sexual act and she felt herself getting drenched even more. His thumb flicked her nipple and she gasped. How did he? She did not even notice him remove her bra and his huge hands were doing amazing, sinful things. More. Please.

She just couldn't get enough.

And then he was pulling her down, her back hitting the soft rug. His mouth left hers and trailed to her neck, seeking the part of her that made her wanton and she keened with delight when his tongue paid special attention to it, when he whispered filthy things to her ear, of him knotting her, of him filling her with his seed.

The hand that was on her breast slowly traced her stomach and went down, down, to where she needed him most.

He parted her legs, his hand was tracing her sopping entrance. Yes. Alpha. She bucked her hips to get more friction. Please alpha. He bit her neck in reprimand, not breaking the skin but it was definitely enough to make her stop and wait for his next move. And move he did. She was writhing in pleasure, his fingers felt so, so good but it was not enough. She needed - no - wanted more.

"Alpha, please."

He hovered above her and he was looking at her intently. "Tell me omega, tell me what you need."

She hesitated. Could she say it? Beg for it?

He nudged her entrance with his cock, lubricating it with her slick, teasing her of what pleasure he could give, robbing her of coherent thought.

"Please. Please fuck me alpha."