Again - HOLY SHIT FUCK. You all are amazing. I looked forward to hearing what you think!
PART FOUR
Hermione stirred a few hours later, nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck. He smelled of cologne, and sweat. As she moved her hips against him experimentally, he gripped her waist tightly. "You're awake," his voice was low, and he kissed her temple, sending chills shooting down her spine. "How do you feel?"
"Hot," she murmured, running her finger along his Sectumsempra scar, from tip to tip. "Harry shouldn't have done this to you." Her palm flattened against his chest, right above his beating heart. "I tried to tell him to stop, you know." Hermione pressed her lips to the edge of the scar, her tongue darting out and sliding against his marred flesh.
His cock stiffened against her. She wasn't altogether sure when he'd pulled out of her, but from her position of straddling his hips, she couldn't see any reason why she shouldn't impale herself on his thick erection once more. "Sweetheart," he began, but she pressed her lips to his feverishly, her tongue tracing his bottom lip. He didn't need any further provoking - Draco's fingers dug into her side. "I want you on your hands and knees, can you do that for me?"
She nodded happily, wordlessly, and slid off of him. Hermione made a move to bundle her hair so it would be out of the way, but he took hold of it, and whispered in her eyes to get on her hands and knees before he made her.
At the moment, angering her Alpha was close to the absolute worst thing she could imagine. The sheets were disheveled below her, wrinkling as her hands fisted in them. "Draco," she whimpered quietly as the head of his cock rubbed against her folds. "Please fuck me." Her voice broke at the quick thrust, and the pleasure as he pulled her hair. "Yes," she dragged the word out, leaning lower while her arse lifted higher for him to fuck her.
He was well in control of himself, or gave the impression, since he wasn't breathless like she was. His hips moved forward without pause, slamming into her dripping cunt. "You're such a good Omega for your Alpha," Draco told her, dragging his nails down her bare back. "Merlin, your pussy looks so good stretched around my cock."
She moaned at his praises, moving against him quickly. It was as if he'd never satisfied her earlier when she began to beg. A haze of yes, please, Alpha. I'll do anything if you make me come again.
"Greedy girl," he teased her, slapping her arse, and then his fingers kneaded the soft globe. "Are you?"
"What?" Hermione snapped, the fine sheets ripping under her nails. "Holy fuck," she shrieked as her legs were spread farther, and he pressed his chest to her back. "That's..so much deeper," she gasped.
Nevermind that he was fucking her without even holding himself up at this point - though she was likely to ponder his core strength after he fucked her neediness right out of her - Draco reached up, grabbing her wrists carefully. Lacing his fingers through her own, he pinned them against the soft mattress. "Are you greedy for my cock, sweetheart?"
Her answer was a broken moan when two strokes came faster as she pushed herself against him, desperate for more. "No," she cried when his movement slowed.
"I asked you a question," he told her gently. ""It would seem I was too rough for you to answer." He chuckled when she glared at him.
Hermione nodded, "Yes,"
"Say it, Hermione. I want to hear you tell me."
She shuddered, her cunt squeezing his cock. "I'm greedy for your cock," she repeated. "I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't walk tomorrow morning. For Merlin's sake, if you don't fuck me, I'll find-"
He pulled her hair, much to her delight, slamming into her with enough force to push her flat against the bed. "It doesn't do to make me jealous, sweetheart. I'll have to punish you, and I don't think you would enjoy that very much."
While disappointing him certainly sounded awful, it was clear he would enjoy punishing her, and perhaps it was foolish.
But Hermione asked him to show her what a punishment was like when her heat was finally over.
Naked amongst the sheets of his four poster bed, Hermione woke up alone in the bedroom. She rubbed her eyes, looking down at herself, at the love bites across her breasts, and the marks of where his fingers had been. His come had dripped from her cunt, and down her thighs, coating the insides of her legs.
Her head falling to the side, she threw the sheets off of her legs, and crawled out of the bed. While he was nowhere to be seen, he was definitely in his flat somewhere. Still in heat, but slightly satiated, she thought to wear at least something. Even though it was his shirt, only buttoned halfway. And she wasn't wearing knickers.
And really what was the point when her goal here was to make him bend her over and fuck her all over again.
Hermione crept into the kitchen, peeking around the corner to see him standing in front of the island. Her eyes lit up. "What are you doing?"
"Come here," there was a lazy, and small, but still there smile on his face. Draco picked her up by her hips and set her on the countertop. "How did you sleep?" His fingers slid up the insides of her thighs, and her legs parted.
"Probably better when you were there," she laughed quietly.
He arched an eyebrow. "You were hardly sleeping when I was there." Draco reminded her, his finger slipping inside of her. "I ordered takeaway. You need to eat, and I am a dreadful cook." He told her, sinking to his knees in front of her. "And while I have the chance, I want to taste you."
She nodded, watching him pull her to the edge of the counter and spread her legs. His tongue was hot against her pussy, the tip of it swiping over her clit, and she dug the backs of her heels into the cupboard. Already beginning to burn, she unbuttoned his shirt in a frenzy, throwing it to the floor, and kneading her breasts herself. "Fuck."
Naturally they were interrupted, and of course it had to be just as her back arched off of the black marble, and a shriek tumbled from her lips, that the food he'd ordered arrived. Draco didn't pull away; instead one finger became two, and with one - two more flicks of his skilled tongue against her clit, she came with a scream that was his name. "Draco, fucking Merlin, that was-" she broke off.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, his tongue rolling against her once more before standing. "Wait here while I answer the door, and don't get dressed."
As if she could have gotten dressed. It was all she could do to lay there in post orgasmic bliss as he opened the door. She ought to have been worried about whether someone would see her, laid across his kitchen island like some wanton whore, but didn't much care. She was wanton, and all she wanted was for him to put her on her knees, and tell her to suck him off.
Draco sat the bag beside her, pulling the dishes from inside of it. "I didn't know what you liked, so I-"
"I like you," she grinned. "I'd much rather have you than food."
He rolled his eyes. "You have to eat," he told her, pushing a styrofoam bowl towards her. "Because it won't be long till you're so greedy you're begging for my cock."
She rolled onto her stomach, crossing her legs and kicking them up. "What if I beg for you now? What if I tell you how I would like for you to bend me over this counter and fuck me until everyone near your flat knew you had an Omega of your own?" At the darkening of his eyes, she continued. "What if I told you that we should really test out that section of the wall, and see if you can fuck me so hard, you break the sodding thing. Or what if I told you how when you ate my dripping cunt, all I could think of was how badly I wanted to suck your cock. Can you imagine fucking my mouth?"
Draco snapped, circling the counter as if she were prey, and he pulled her down to where only her torso was laid across it. "You want me to fuck you?" He growled in her ear. "I could fuck you over every surface in this fucking place, and it still wouldn't be enough."
Hermione vanished his trousers, and all, pressing her cunt against his stiff cock. "Maybe you should try." She murmured. "If this is anything like, oh fuck," he thrust into her folds easily. "The last time, I'm not going to remember the last day, and I want to remember this so fucking badly."
"You might think differently once you leave my flat." He hissed, reaching around her to pinch her hard nipples.
"Then it's your job to make me remember how good we are, how bloody fantastic you feel when you're fucking me raw." Hermione snapped, and it pushed him far enough to fuck her hard right over the counter.
Forget the food, in a burst of accidental magic, she'd mistakenly vanished it.
The morning of the third day, Hermione laid curled up in the curve of his body, his arm wrapped around her. She traced lazy circles over the hard cut of his abdomen, her fingers trailing absently below his waist to grasp his cock. His hips jerked, and he held her chin between his thumb and index finger to kiss her.
Her breaths fell in short gasps as she slung her leg over him, moving to straddle his hips. "Merlin, how are you still going?" She moved her hands of his chest, moving to massage his shoulders.
He chuckled, grasping her waist and sliding into her tight cunt. She whimpered, her head falling forward. "It's how the world works, sweetheart. You were made for me, remember?"
She nodded, sliding her arms up and around his neck, slumping against his broad chest. "You were made for me." Hermione told him, her fingers tangling in his hair, rolling her hips against him. "And only me, not another omega who needed a fucking favor."
The corner of his lips quirked into a devilish smile. "Growing possessive of me, are you?" His fingers knotted in her hair, yanking on the curly strands. Taking in her eyes hooded with desire, he reached between her legs with his other hand.
Whimpers left her at the contact, and it was all she could do not to beg to be claimed as his.
She would remember later that this was why she was afraid to become involved with an Alpha, particularly this Alpha. Draco Malfoy appeared as the best sodding thing that had ever walked into her life, and he'd tormented her as a child. Yet when he stood from the bed, stretching his arms over his head, and his back muscles contorted, she fought the incredibly strong urge to tug him back down.
He left her with the promise not to be long, but she had to eat, and she argued that she wasn't hungry. Only to be betrayed by her growling stomach. When he kissed her forehead, she had been sitting at the edge of his bed with her legs tucked under her, and she had been wearing his white oxford that she'd rather taken a liking to.
"Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart." His fingers trailed against her naked calf, and the door shut behind him.
Hermione hadn't wanted him to leave, not one little bit, but it was made clear - by him - that if she accompanied him to get takeaway, he would most certainly take her inside one of Diagon Alley's restaurants. She failed to see the problem with that, claiming there was no better way to show that she was his than by spreading her legs and fucking her into the nearest vertical - or horizontal, she wasn't picky - surface.
With a tone that made her shiver, and her own need dripping down her legs, Draco had told her "You have no idea how badly I want to take you into my arms and bite that sweet smelling mating gland of yours."
"Would you like to see if it tastes just as sweet?"
Taking a look around his room, at the ornate dresser, and shaking her head, she slid out of the bed. Her bare feet padded against the carpeted floor as she made her way into the hallway, opening a cupboard. At the sight of spare blankets and pillows, she smirked.
Hermione wouldn't have long, but she wanted to surprise her Alpha. What better way to do so than this? Stripping the bed over the blankets that were haphazardly thrown halfway onto the floor, Hermione fluffed the pillows that were there, stretching across the bed to grab her wand. She hung one of the larger sheets from the ceiling, creating a makeshift canopy before crawling inside of the nest she'd made to make herself comfortable among the blankets.
Shrugging out of his shirt, and throwing it out of her space, Hermione leaned back against the mass of pillows. Her fingers stroked slowly across her hardening nipples, her back arching against her touch. Parting her legs, digging her heels into the mattress, Hermione reached between her legs. She wasn't disappointed at how slick she was, her lips swollen, and just the thought of how he felt each time he slid into her seemed even better than the first.
She let her head fall back against the pillows, slowly rubbing her clit. It was absolutely nothing compared to the touch she craved. Soft moans of his name fell from her parted lips, and her back arched when she slid two fingers inside of herself.
"And just what are you doing?" Came a playful tone, and her fingers froze. A deep blush dusted her cheeks as she cracked one eye open to see him pulling his tie from his neck. It didn't make sense to her why he'd even bothered dressing in a fine suit, with a silk tie when she was only going to rip it of when he returned home.
Hermione liked to think that home was her.
"I think it was rather clear that I was touching myself, Alpha," she smirked, moving onto her hands and knees, crawling towards him. Sitting back on her feet, she reached up to undo his trousers. Hermione leaned forward and pulled the zipper down with her teeth.
The breath he sucked in sounded more like a hiss. "And what is all of this?" He murmured, running his fingers through her hair softly, massaging her scalp. And his tone told her that he knew exactly what she had been up to.
Wide eyed, she told him coyly "You know what I want."
"Why don't you tell me anyway, sweetheart?" Draco's hand reached down to spread her legs, one finger sliding against her. It already felt so much better than her own touch.
She gasped, wrapping an arm around his neck and clinging to him. Thrilled when he picked her up, cradling her closer to his warm body, she whispered in his ear. "I wanted a place for just you and I," Hermione nipped the skin below his ear, her tongue darting out. "Somewhere for you to take care of me."
And if it hadn't already been clear to the Alpha holding this trembling Omega against him - it was now. Hermione dug her heels into the bottom of his back, urging him closer to her, to the point where she couldn't tell where she ended and he began. And then, she said the one thing that nearly made him want to snap, and to bury his teeth into the gland his fingers hovered over.
"Somewhere for you to fill me with your knot, for you to mark me as yours."
Draco shuddered, his fingers digging into her lovely hips made for his grip.
"Somewhere for you to get me pregnant."
He growled "Granger," it was a warning that she shoved away.
Hermione sighed, "I don't want to be on the potion." She told him, peppering kisses down her neck as he laid her on the bed, and she was comforted by the nest of sorts she'd made. "I want you."
"You have me," he bit out, taking her breast in his mouth, and his fingers sinking into her. "I won't mark you, Hermione."
She shook her head, her hands flinging out to dig into the sheets. "Why..?" It wasn't something she could control when her eyes filled with hot tears, but he moved slowly up her body, his hand cupping her face and kissing her slowly. "Am I not enough?" She asked, her lower lip trembling.
Warnings flashed over his face. "I'm sure it seems so far away now, but I promised you I wouldn't claim you, sweetheart. I don't make promises lightly. Believe me, you would regret it when this was over."
The salty tear that rolled down her face indicated she was sure that was a lie. "I can't imagine not wanting you. If you don't want me, then just-"
He moved quickly, capturing her wrists and pinning them over her head. Draco's lips were less than an inch from hers, and his eyes were dark. "There is nothing I would like to do more than mark you as mine."
"Then do it," Hermione pleaded, rubbing herself against him. "Please, Draco, it would be so easy to just-"
"What I want," he hissed, rubbing his fingers over her wrists. "Is to make you mine, Hermione. Is that what you want to hear? That I want you to be here when I come home every fucking day from work? I want you and not just your cunt."
"I've made you angry." Hermione stated, and his anger tempered at her tears. "I didn't mean to trap you."
He sighed, hanging his head. "Look at me," Draco nudged her chin. "I'm going to take such good care of you in the time we have left. And when you wake up from this - shh, believe me, sweetheart, you are going to apparate out of here like a bat out of hell - I'll find you, okay?"
She nodded. "Do you remember what I told you?"
"I'll do my best to make you see reason," he snorted. "You're rather stubborn."
Hermione moaned, her voice breaking, as he slid inside of her. Draco held her legs up, and even though she could feel herself approaching a high that only he was able to take her to, there was a hollowness in her chest.
Draco Malfoy understood that his time with her was going to end rather quickly. It was his experience, granted it had only been one time, but when Astoria had been begging to be claimed as his mate, it signaled that the heat was ending.
Granger slept over him, having fallen asleep immediately after the fifth, perhaps sixth, he'd lost count at this point, coupling of the night. It was well into three a.m. now, and his knot was still hard inside of her. Merlin help them both if she woke up coherent, and attempted to apparate while he was still buried inside of her.
Outwardly, he cringed at the thought of it.
If the past three days had told him anything beyond the fact that it would be ridiculously easy to fall for a swottish, bookish, know it all from Hogwarts, it was that he needed to speak with Neville Longbottom immediately. He wasn't so keen to speak with Looney, as half of the things she would tell him would leave him with more questions than answers.
Hermione would be able to tell the moment she got away from him, and he pretended to not notice how that thought physically hurt him. When he'd left to buy takeaway the second time, it was an experiment more than anything. Heat Granger didn't question it, but he already knew he was right.
Putting distance between them was going to hurt both of them, slowly at first, and then all of the emotions amplified at once. Truth was that he'd already had the food in hand, but it was when he felt her nesting that he'd been unable to stay away. She would have to come to the same conclusion herself, and it was a small hope that it wouldn't destroy him to wait in the process.
Knowing his time was about to run out was what made him stay awake, and when he was able to, he lifted her off of his cock and tucked her into the curve of his body. His arm, heavy even still, was draped across her body. But when five a.m. rolled around, he closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
She rolled over, her curls threatening to smother him. "Oh, my Gods," she whispered in a panic, scooting away from him carefully.
It took all he had not to smirk. Not that he enjoyed this, in fact it felt like being gutted by serious magic at work. Yet her emotions were running too high for her to notice. Granger slid out of the bed, moving quietly around the room to grab her clothes.
Still, it was a surprise when she murmured "I'm sorry for when you wake up, Draco." Hermione ran her fingers along his bicep, and then was gone with a loud crack.
Groaning, and raking his fingers through his hair, Draco rolled onto his back. He told himself it was a good thing she still called him by his first name.
Fighting the urge to chase after her, he told himself that he gave it three days before she confronted him.
The idiot was going to accuse him of bewitching her, he fucking knew it already.