McGonagall was waiting in the common room to brief Hermione on Draco's questioning. Speaking as if it were a great thing the Ministry was taking the night of Halloween so seriously. As if it wasn't the cause of both her and Draco's distress during Christmas Break.
After the Headmistress left, she caught up with friends in the common room. Cormac made a few puns about how she and Draco must have gotten right back to business. They were in terrible taste, but they did make her smile and he didn't let anyone else overhear. Even Harry commented on her better mood since returning to the school. It was like time with Draco was the only thing that could calm the storms inside her. Similar to what she could do for him.
Back in her dorm, Hermione showered, feeling giddy with how strongly Draco reacted to her. She anticipated their reunion to be passionate, and she would never want Draco to have to go through distress again. But his voice and his touch that evening when he was angry…
It was something she wouldn't mind coaxing from him again.
Hermione hummed into her pillow, reliving the tremble of his voice and the strong grip of his hands. Knowing that she was owed more. Others may see it as greedy or ungrateful, but part of who they were together was supposed to come with satiation. Abundance. Yet, all they got were stolen moments. They hadn't even had a chance to talk as themselves before she had to run. Now, as she laid in bed, she knew it would be another night she would have to wait. The passenger reminded her again right before she went to sleep, that it was coming again soon. And they both worried together about someone separating them again for the second time.
A breeze cooled Hermione's chest where the fabric of her camisole did not cover. She furrowed her brows, turning in her side and attempting to fall back to sleep.
Lips pressed against her cheeks. "Wake up, Hermione."
A hand grabbed her arm and turned her to lay flat on her back. Lips pressed against hers, and she returned it naturally before she was fully awake. Arms circled and lifted her up, and she clung onto him. It was then she realized she had drifted slightly in her sleep. She smiled at the thought that it meant Draco had been in the room for a while, watching over her.
"How did you get in here?" she asked before kissing him again.
"Flew up to the window, I couldn't wait any longer," he replied. He walked them towards the ledge where his broom was propped.
"Where are we going?" asked Hermione.
Draco set her down, looking into her eyes. "Somewhere we won't be interrupted. If you'd like?"
Hermione smiled and Draco wrapped a cloak around her before pulling her to sit in front of him on his broom. She didn't ask how he'd gotten through the protective wards of their dormitory- they were learning to navigate anything that came between them.
They flew over the grounds, descending in a small clearing in the Forbidden Forest. Once on the ground, Draco took her hand and led her to a smaller, more private clearing where the canopies of the trees kept most of the snow off the ground, and he released her hand to pull blankets out of a small bag.
"I thought you were afraid of the forest," Hermione said with a smile as Draco fixed them a place to sit.
"I fear nothing but losing you," Draco said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to him. "I love you, Hermione. I am sure you know that already, but I needed to tell you."
"I love you, too," said Hermione, her heart starting to pound in her chest.
He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her. The cloak was keeping her body warm, but her bare feet felt chilled against the cold ground. There was hardly time to care, and when Draco pulled open her robe to remove it, Hermione welcomed the cold air against her skin.
"You get so hot when you're aroused, I want you to be comfortable," he told her before starting to remove his own robes. "I want you so badly, Hermione."
"I'm yours. You only need to take me," Hermione said. "I don't want to wait any longer."
"Me either," Draco agreed. "I'm sorry I couldn't reach you over break. I tried so fucking hard. I even begged my mother to owl you. Tell you how I missed you and craved you and wouldn't stop until I had you back in my arms."
"She paraphrased a bit," Hermione said with a laugh, and Draco groaned. "If they try to separate us again…"
"We'll run," Draco said, gripping her tightly. "Somewhere they'll never find us."
Draco started to kiss down her neck, nipping at her gland before moving down to her breast. The thin straps of her camisole were easily pushed aside, and once her nipples were revealed, he bent down to suck one into his mouth.
His hand surrounding her lower back practically held her as her knees gave. He pulled her nipple between his teeth, swirling the tip with his tongue before kissing across her chest to give attention to the other. The bite of the night air was starting to feel refreshing instead of freezing.
Kisses started to go lower, trailing down her stomach until Draco was kneeling before her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, and he hooked the sides of her sleeping shorts with his fingers and pulled them down, so she stood naked before him.
His tongue slipped between her folds. A large hand gripped her ass tightly, holding her center to his face. The other was on her lower stomach, creating leverage as she moved her hips forward and backwards against his touch. His thumb caressed her lower stomach right over her womb.
"You taste like summer," Draco said, his breath turning to fog against the cold. "You feel like sun, smell like honey."
"You taste like life and apples," she whispered, almost too quite to be heard.
Draco sucked her clit gently into his mouth before sitting back and pulling her to straddle his lap.
"Stay with me, Hermione," Draco whispered against her lips. "I want you up here, with me. Do you understand?"
His voice was commanding, and Hermione nodded. Drifting away when they were together was so easy, but she would fight it. She tugged at his shirt and threw it to the side once it was removed. The gland near the base of his neck wouldn't appear fully until the heat came again, they had deduced. Still, the flavor of him soothed her tongue and she licked and sucked where it laid beneath his skin.
Draco pushed his pants down and his cock sprung out, hard and hot against her. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking excitedly as Draco laid her on the blankets.
He pushed her hand away, and Hermione stared up at him. He rubbed her soaking wet center with his thumb, brushing against her clit, and Hermione spread her legs further to open up for him.
"You're going to take my cock so nicely, Hermione," Draco cooed.
He started circling the tip of his cock against her clit, creating the tight circles that drove her mad. She was ready, impatient. With her feet on the ground, she pushed her hips up, trying to get him to slide inside her as he circled her opening.
"I can't believe how beautiful you are," he breathed in awe. "That you're mine."
"Yours," she parroted back, grabbing his muscular thigh to urge him closer. "Mine."
Draco's mouth crashed on hers, his tongue invading her mouth as he devoured her. When he pulled away he bit her lip, nearly drawing blood as he held it between his teeth. "I love you."
Draco held both of her arms above her head, gripping at the wrist. Right as he squeezed, applying pressure to the sensitive glands, he pressed his cock several inches inside her.
Hermione cried a strangled moan as Draco stretched her. He groaned into her mouth as he kissed her again, and Hermione clenched her legs tightly against his sides as he pulled the tip of his cock out and pressed in again.
"Draco …" she whimpered.
"I know, I know, my perfect girl," Draco soothed her, speaking slowly and brushing his lips against hers. "You can take it. I know you can. Look how wet you are for me."
Hermione pulled against his grip, wanting to touch him, to grab his arse and force him deeper. The sting and stretch of him so strong but leaving her wanting more. Every time she pulled against his hold on her wrists, the pressure on her glands would increase, and she was nearly going to come.
Draco moved his hips again, and words of gratitude slipped her lips. Thanking him for giving her his cock, for taking care of her, for finally claiming her.
His cock stretched her to the barrier between pleasure and pain. When he was finally buried all the way inside her he paused, and she relished the glorious feeling.
"Look at me," Draco said, voice dripping with lust.
She opened her eyes to meet his and he smiled. He was aroused, eyes dark, but he hadn't drifted away, and Hermione was proud to show him she hadn't either.
He slid out a few inches before thrusting back in. Her head fell to the ground, and she moaned as he started picking up his pace. He finally released her hands before sitting up and pulling her to sit in his lap. Moving her with ease as if she weighed nothing.
With a grip on her hips, he lifted her up and down on his cock. He pushed the hair curtaining her face to one side, holding it tight so she could see.
"Look down," Draco ordered, and she obeyed, her eyes locking in on where he disappeared inside her. "That's my pussy."
Hermione nodded, meeting him thrust for thrust. She gripped his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers. He kissed her deeply before grabbing her hand and kissing it.
"My hands," he continued, licking her gland lightly. "My wrists, my arms. Mine."
Mine, mine, mine, he chanted as he tongued every part of her body his mouth would reach.
Hermione tangled her hands in his hair, tugging hard until his head fell back and she could kiss and nip around his jaw and down his neck.
Their pace became erratic, her core dripping so wet their skin slapped together every time they met. Suddenly she was weightless again, and when she felt the blanket beneath her, she was lying on her stomach.
Draco pulled her hips to angle her ass in the air. He kissed her cheek to the center and then tongued her tight hole, burying his face in her ass. When he laid on top of her, his chest was cool on her burning back, and she could see her breath fog against the cool air as she panted.
The curls surrounding her face started to stick, the heat of her body increasing even against the cold night. Her Draco was so thoughtful, so understanding, to know that the first time he fucked her she would burn.
Draco roughly pushed her hair to the side off her face. He sucked her gland before kissing up to her cheek. Hermione reached her hands behind her, trying to get a hold on him to pull him closer to her, but Draco grabbed her wrists again and pinned them in front of them. The blanket kept her comfortable on her body and face, but Draco had her hands pinned above on the forest floor.
"Take me," Hermione begged, against Draco's lips.
The stretch burned so marvelously once Draco shoved his cock inside her again. Not wanting to bear all his weight on her, Draco used the leverage of his grip on her wrists to lift his chest.
"Come on my cock, my love," Draco growled in her ear, losing control. "I love you. I love you. Come for me."
The pace Draco set was brutal, the sound of their skin connecting filling the forest around them. Still, Hermione begged him for more. Harder. Faster. Everything.
"Mark me," she grunted breathlessly, moments from falling over the edge. "Bite me."
Bite me, bite me, she chanted over and over. She felt more pressure, more stretch as Draco's cock began to swell at the base. She needed it inside her, and she told him so in her moans. Once she came, she screamed out for him, repeating his name, how she loved him, how grateful she was that he would be hers.
Returning from bliss, she turned her head up to see Draco's fingers digging into the forest floor for grip. The smell of the earth being released mixing with theirs. All equally natural. All undeniable.
Draco growled before biting her gland. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to bruise and send her into orgasm again, her walls clenching around his cock. Soon after he pulsed inside her, releasing right against her womb and filling her with his cum. He pulsed a few more times, the swelling at the base of his cock kept it locked in place.
They caught their breath, Draco kissing her neck and licking her gland. The soreness from the bite disappeared, and it just felt relieved. Satisfied.
Finally.
Still locked insider her, Draco shifted to the side and pulled Hermione's back to his chest.
"You're so beautiful. I love you so much," Draco panted in her ear. "You're perfect. Thank you."
"I love you too," Hermione hummed. "I love the way you feel inside me."
"You moved so sexy, I can't believe you are mine," he rambled further, kissing behind her ear. "Can I send you down? I need to take care of you. Relax you."
"Please," she whimpered. It took all her focus not to drift during sex. Hermione didn't want to fight her nature any longer. Whatever happened between them, they could trust each other.
Draco's scent started to overwhelm her, and she gulped it down gratefully. His cock was just slipping from her, warm cum pooling on her thighs, when she finally drifted away into peace.
When Hermione woke, Draco was hard again. His eyes went black right after she started touching him. He was still in control, but there was no hesitation, no second guessing. No thanking her like she was at his mercy instead of them just doing what they were created to. Controlling her movement.
The third time they had sex, Hermione asked Draco to help her drift from her mind first. It was amazing. Healing. Her mind and body trusted his completely, and the passenger preened at a chance to let herself free.
The sun was starting to peek through the canopy in the trees and they conceded it was time to head inside. Hermione held Draco's hands where they gripped the broom. He peppered her cheeks with kisses so much the broom would jerk and cause them both to laugh. Arriving at her door, Hermione waved her wand and the window opened to let them inside to land.
"Unhand her, Mr. Malfoy!" McGonagall shouted, and Draco only increased the strength of his hold around her middle. "Wand up Professor Scamander, the boy is capable of powerful magic. It took four faculty members to subdue him last time."
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I tried to stop them, but McGonagall asked Harry where you were, and he has this map-"
"Enough Ms. Patil. Wait in the common room," McGonagall demanded. "Mr. Malfoy, after all we did to allow you back in the school. Keep you out of Azkaban! All you had to do was pass your N.E.W.T. and keep away from Ms. Granger."
Azkaban? No, not her Draco. Not her everything. Her heart.
"Release her."
"No!" Draco and Hermione shouted together, and the professors lifted their wands.
"Professor Scamander, once Granger is freed you take him down."
"Fuck you- she's mine! You're not taking her – you know what happened last time. How she suffered! The heat!" Malfoy screamed.
His broom was vanished from his hand and Hermione backed herself further into his chest.
"Heat? What happened last time? I thought this was a case of love potion gone wrong?" Professor Scamander asked, curiosity piqued.
"We found him assaulting her- we had to rip them apart. Mr. Malfoy was going mad trying to get to her. Injuring staff and students. We thought perhaps he was cursed too, but now it is clear he knows exactly what he is doing." McGonagall spat. "Release her!"
"Well.. no… that couldn't be possible," Professor Scamander thought out loud. When people looked at him to continue, he shrugged passively. "It is just that, that resembles alpha and omega behavior more than any curse."
Hermione's vision narrowed.
People kept talking, shouting, Draco's grip on her tightened.
Alpha and omega.
Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, her passenger chanted.
Hermione turned, looking up at Draco, eyes black as night.
"Alpha."