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As mentioned in the summary, this story takes place in the Alpha/Omega-verse. No pre-knowledge is required, all will be explained as the story progresses. I've very much enjoyed writing this story so far, and hope you'll enjoy just as much! To avoid any confusion, this is, of course, a Dramione story and smut and fluff is promised.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or other references to the original work of J.K Rowling. I only own my own mistakes
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Mercurial – that's how Hermione Granger had felt for the last couple of weeks. Like a person subjected to sudden change in mood and mind. Indecisive, moody, lust filled and overall confused by her own behaviour. This, this would explain it all. She slumped to her knees, her legs quivering beneath her. The sex-wizard looked at her with a world of pity. A strong sense of revulsion washed over her. She proceeded to throw up the dinner she'd consumed, right onto his polished black shoes.
"You're an Omega."
The words echoed in her head and she tried desperately to grasp at them. Understand them.
Hermione noticed his lips moving. She tilted her head to the side, sharpening her ears. His voice was muffled, like it was coming from behind the door and not from above her. Still, with intent focus she could hear him. He spoke of Omegas, Betas and Alphas, designations that had existed in the wizarding world since the beginning of times. It wasn't mentioned often. She gathered the subject to be a private one, something to be kept to oneself.
"You're coming into – adulthood. My estimation is you'll reach it, you'll present, as an omega in about three weeks. When one presents, is not tied to ones birthday as once was believed. It is much like reaching puberty; the timing would be different for each individual, but usually between the ages 20 to 25. Omegas in general are rare. You're the first one I've heard of in my lifespan." he itched his chin, his eyes drifting, as he pondered his own thoughts and conclusions of her state.
The small room filled with silence while her own thoughts pulled in different directions, for the first time in her life she felt at a complete loss, as if she'd lost control of her limbs and her usual sharp focused brain. She searched her memory and came across that one passage she'd spotted in a book from the restricted section at Hogwarts while searching for information on horcruxes. She remembered being intrigued by the idea of Alphas and Omegas being so … in tuned and made for each other. This was, of course, during a time in her life when she had feelings for someone who did not reciprocate them, and, before she knew she had the gene.
When Ralf spoke again his voice was calm and as knowledgeable as a Hogwarts professor's. If there were any magic he would know of, it was this. Even in her despair she silently thanked her friend for picking up on all the signs and insisting on this meeting.
Ralf's low rumble steadied her a little– well, as steady as one could get while crumbled up on the floor next to her own spew. She forced herself to hear through the loud screaming within her own head.
Omega – in conclusion, a witch made for breeding, procreation, made to submit to her Alpha. In her mind, she made her own conclusions on the subject as he spoke. She threw up again, just barely avoiding his shoes this time. She didn't even have the decency to look up at him and apologise.
Still on the floor, quivering from the aftershocks, she couldn't deny what she already should've known. For weeks now the juncture between her neck and shoulder had been aching, itching, same as her wrists. The realisation hit her like a wrecking ball, it was due to her scent glands developing. The scent glands, Ralf explained, were what will attract an Alpha to her. Alpha's possessed them too, and the scents coming off of one would have an Omega lusting. She'd gone up two cup sizes and her jeans fit snug around her hips.
No.
She felt as though someone was tugging at her insides, she was being ripped to shreds by the course of destiny itself.
She knew he was speaking the truth. She was an Omega. It was why she was on the floor in front of a sex-wizard. A sex-wizard her sex-crazed friend had pushed her to visit. Her friend probably already knew, or at least, had her suspicions. She was a pureblood witch and surely she knew of designations. Hermione had been reluctant to go to Ralf. Her friend had been persistent and convincing, assuring her safety and that sex-wizards weren't equivalent to prostitutes. When Hermione walked into his office she'd felt a slight unease, but it faded a little when her eyes scanned the space. It looked like any other normal office; A desk, a settee and rows of books filling the walls.
She tried to focus back to what Ralf was saying, saw as his lips moved and tried to make out the words but her ears were ringing. Black spots clouded her vision, and for a moment she wondered if it would be so bad if she just died.
Right now.
She mentally crawled back form the black abyss that wanted to embrace her. Back in her mind she knew it wasn't death that had its grip on her, she'd never read of anyone dying from realisations alone. She was probably just on the brink of fainting, and possibly insanity.
"You're approaching your heat, and you're unmarked. You need to find an Alpha to get you through the first one. The next ones you can ride out alone, even though it is not recommended."
"And what if I don't find one before the first?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide as she noticed the spots slowly disintegrating. She could understand it now, the fleeting shadow of panic and confusion on her friend's face when the realisation had dawned on her. Because she was feeling all of that times a hundred now.
"The first heat is when the Omega presents, without an Alpha, it can be fatal."
Fatal – death, as in she might fucking die.
Laughter burst from her lips, surprising the wizard and herself all the same. And it didn't stop. Somehow a part of her found humour in the fact she could die if she didn't find an Alpha to fuck her through her heat. The laughing was strained and frantic, and could only be perceived as that of a mad woman. Slowly the laughter turned into hysterical sobs. She buried her face in her palms and gagged at the smell of her own vomit.
This could not be her life. The sentence repeated in her head like a mantra.
When she willed herself to open her eyes again, she could make out his face, his black hair and strong shoulders. His coppery eyes looked at her kindly.
"I need to know more, please," she rasped out, surprised at the weakness of her own voice. Hermione roughly wiped away the remnants of her tears and took a few deep breaths.
Ralf nodded and cleaned the floors with a practised flick of his wand. He helped her into a sitting position on the settee, placed himself next to her, without being too close.
He continued explaining. "Omegas and Alphas are, for all intents and purpose, made for each other. It is not known why these designations still exist, but according to the old texts, it is nature's way of ensuring the survival of wizards and witches. An Omega's purpose is .." he paused, as if he was unsure of how to deliver the hurtful truth, "like I mentioned earlier, to have children, the heat allows for the ultimate chance of procreation. Alphas and Omegas are drawn to each other by the scent," he made a gesture to her scent glands," the scent is unique, personal to each individual. When an Omega is unmarked, Alphas will try and make her theirs. Make their claim. Both are rather, possessive in nature. "
He was repeating some of what had already been said in different words, he must've picked up on her struggles to hear him. It didn't matter; she needed to hear it twice for it to really sink in. Hermione nodded once, encouraging him to continue, and clasped her hands together to stop them from shaking.
"The laws regarding claiming, bonding, are old, out-dated for sure. The Alpha claims an Omega by biting on the scent gland, it insures the scent of the Alpha to always be mixed with the Omega's and no other Alpha will be able to make their claim. She would be his, he would be hers."
Hermione had so many things she wanted to say, arguments as to why she found the information absurd. Claim? Someone could just, claim her? She felt nausea coming back again, and swallowed it down. She, a woman who prided herself on her independence, could with one single bite belong to someone else. She shook her head but continued to listen. She needed all the information she could get.
"An Alpha faces no legal consequences when claiming an Omega during her heat, if he bites her during, it's considered nature's way, an act of impulse, lack of control due to the Omega's heat", Ralf said, his eyes drifting. "The last know Omega was claimed by an Alpha that didn't treat her well, he did what was expected of him during the heat yes, but the man was rotten to the core as a wizard. That is what was written, but they are only based on rumours, it was so long ago."
Hermione feared what this meant for her. The legislation was appalling. Where were the laws protecting Omegas? It reminded her of the weak laws of rape and sexual harassment in muggle society and she felt herself fuming.
And then she ran, pushed past the wizard and out the heavy wooden door. She needed air. Needed to breathe, to process.
She leaned against the rough bricks on the house front, hugging herself in desperation before taking a few deep breaths of air. The world had gone dark while she'd been inside and the sun that had warmed her skin on her way there had already set. The street in front of her was ghostly quiet. She'd barely gathered herself when she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. She glanced up to find Ralf, he looked a mixture of concern and sympathy.
"I understand it's a lot of information to take in. Usually one knows if there are such designations in their family bloodline, and therefore, is more prepared for what faith may rest upon them. Omega's were more common back in the day, and history books tell the story of arranged marriage between Alphas and Omegas to ensure the protection of both."
Hermione rested her weight against the wall. "Yeah, well, I'm a muggle-born so this is quite the … surprise. Suppose I must have someone with magic blood in my ancestry."
"It's possible. Perhaps a squib that decided to live in the muggle world." Ralf took a deep breath and gave her a reassuring smile.
"What I told you is true, but there is more to it. If you find an Alpha, you should know, being an Omega can be transcendent. As much as the Alpha is dominant and the Omega submissive, they are also in nature protective of each other, and the love between the two will be unlike anything you've ever experienced. All consuming. The kind of love most of us only dream about."
Hermione snorted indignantly, but his words did calm her a little.
All consuming, did she dare hope for that?
A flare of gratitude flowed through her and she thanked him for his help, for seeing her on such short notice and being so understanding. They decided she would owl him if she had any more questions, which she already knew she would when the dust settled. She gave him a small smile, not trusting her voice to say anything more. About a million thoughts battled in her head, but she lacked the strength to voice any of them. She longed for her bed and yesterday.
Ralf explained he had some contacts in Denmark he could reach out to, he was Danish himself and wasn't sure about the Alpha population in Britain. Hermione considered it for a beat before accepting his kind offer. She had no idea were to begin if she were to find one on her own.
Hermione apparated on the spot, and soon she found herself back on the streets of London. Slowly, she walked the last part, up the small incline towards where her flat was located. The night was a beautiful one, the stars shone bright on the sky, the moon almost a full one. Everything was the same, yet, everything had changed.
She watched as her feet moved, and made a list in her head.
Step one: Learn everything there is to know about the nature of an Omega.
Step two: Learn everything there is to know about Alphas.
Step three: Cry.
Step four: Find an Alpha within two weeks. Owl Ralf to see if he has anyone willing and non-abhorrent.
Step five: Try to not die.
On unsteady legs, she stumbled up the curved staircase to her flat, located on the third floor and walked straight past her wards. Finally in the comfort of her own flat, she skipped right to step three as tears stung in her eyes. She leaned against the door and slid down, wrapping her arms around her knees, dropping her face to the fabric of her jeans.
Fatal.
Fucking fatal.
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The first chapter is a little shorter, the rest of them will be around 3000 words.
Next chapter will take place a couple of weeks before Hermione's visit with Ralf.
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