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Draco's grey eyes snapped wide open as he lay in his feather bed, covered by warm layers of luxurious black blankets and embroidered green duvets.
He knew instantly what had roused him.
His mouth went dry as he felt the pull on his heartstrings from the spell that he had attached to Lady Granger's pendant.
Lord Malfoy's heart pounded in his chest as he stood from his bed and changed out of his nightclothes into one of his tailored, black suits with a mindless wave of his wand.
Lady Granger wanted him.
Lady Granger needed him….for some reason.
Draco drew in a heavy breath before he apparated away and raced through the air towards his beloved.
Was she in imminent danger?
Was she ill?
Was she frightened?
Lady Granger didn't have to worry, her distress wouldn't last long.
Lord Malfoy was on his way.
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The hypnotic scent that rose from Lady Granger's skin assaulted Draco as soon as he arrived in her humble bedchamber.
His grey eyes widened as his gaze fell on the gorgeous omega who lay staring at him from her nest.
To Lord Malfoy, standing in Lady Granger's bedroom already seemed like an act of intimacy.
The space was dark and quiet.
Draco could see the obscene outlines of Hermione's nipples through the thin cotton of her nightgown from where she lay, with the bed covers only reaching to her waist.
Lord Malfoy's mouth fell open when he realized suddenly why Lady Granger had summoned him.
Her scent was too sweet to be believable, too dizzying to be usual.
Draco's steely gaze slowly traveled over his darling.
He admired the sheen of her chestnut hair, the dampness of her skin, the warm blush on her cheeks, and the watery look of agonizing neediness in her brown eyes….
Lord Malfoy spoke tenderly as he looked at the omega he wanted so badly and asked with a resigned sigh of happy reluctance, "...Lady Granger?"
Hermione sucked in a breath as she writhed in the sheets.
She blatantly refused to take her eyes off of the handsome, blonde alpha who stood so deliciously close to her nest.
"...Are you in heat?" Lord Malfoy asked with a frown of concern.
Hermione whimpered quietly as she began to sit up in her bed.
As soon as Lord Malfoy saw her moving towards him, a look of utter longing crossed his face and he rushed forward before he thought, ensnared by the cloud of pheromones in which his beautiful beloved had securely trapped him.
The room was silent while their lips met.
Lord Malfoy gently moved Lady Granger's thick, brown hair away from her cheek to cup her face in his hand and let her drown him in gentle, loving kisses.
Lady Granger was as innocent as freshly fallen snow when it came to physical acts of passion, but for an omega in heat, experience wasn't a necessity, instinct alone would instruct.
As their kiss became hungrier, Lady Granger moved back on the bed and when Lord Malfoy politely hesitated, she pulled him towards her, extending an open invitation for her alpha to join her in her nest.
Draco gladly crawled into the warm sheets with Hermione.
Every fiber of his being trembled in anticipation of possessing his darling in the closest way possible and making her his own.
Their hands tangled together as Lady Granger's delicate fingers raked over the elegant, dark fabric of Lord Malfoy's suit.
She began to unfasten the buttons of his embellished waistcoat with alarming speed, impatient to see him bare.
Lord Malfoy's skilled hands easily divested Lady Granger of her dampened nightdress, leaving her nude underneath him.
Draco thoughtfully cast a silencing charm around the room before he sat his wand down on the small nightstand next to Lady Granger's bed.
He barely managed to pull it from his pocket before she clawed his trousers off of him.
The moonlight shone down on their bodies while Draco kissed his way across Lady Granger's throat, enjoying the way her fingers attempted to knot in his short, blonde hair when he dove lower and let his tongue flick over her breasts.
Lord Malfoy's labored breathing and Lady Granger's soft cries were mercifully blocked by the charm that he had cast, else they would have surely been caught.
Kisses deepened as touches turned to lustful grabs….
Draco ran his hands over Hermione's creamy thighs while she wrapped her legs around his waist and let him move over her in preparation.
He held her bronze gaze in his stormy stare as she spread herself wide for him.
He positioned his manhood to hover outside of the pleasant cave that he was certain would quickly become his favorite place in the world.
Tears of relief welled in Hermione's eyes as he mercifully freed her from her suffering.
She clutched onto Draco while he slipped himself inside the tight, warm sheath that her womanhood had become.
Lady Granger gasped at the involuntary grunt that escaped Lord Malfoy's throat when he felt her inner muscles impatiently pull him deeper.
"Lady Granger….." Draco hissed with his teeth clenched as he stared down at the omega.
"Hermione." Lady Granger corrected her new lover in a sigh, overcome by the sensation of finally being filled.
"Hermione….." Draco whispered, his voice as gentle as a promise.
He dipped his head and caught her lips in a deep kiss again while he began to move within her, rolling his hips over hers.
As they coupled, Draco snaked a hand between them and allowed himself to experiment by letting the velvety pads of his tapered fingers drift over the outer petals of Lady Granger's center until she bloomed like a rose.
He took a special delight in the pleasured blush that covered her cheeks as she closed her eyes tightly and moaned his name into the night.
Their fingers were as intertwined as their hearts as they made love over and over under the light of the silver moon.
By sunrise, Draco lay on his back amongst the copious coverings of Hermione's nest while he cuddled his new mate in his arms.
Towards the bottom of her throat, her neck smarted with pain from the bite that Draco had given her, which indisputably claimed her as his.
They were both out of breath, drenched in perspiration, and close to exhaustion, but the nervous energy that Hermione's pheromones brought them both allowed them to soar on the clouds of joy that only young lovers could ride.
Hermione laughed as Draco kissed her forehead and possessively tightened his grip on her.
Her laugh was a silly sound, considering the reality of their situation.
Somehow though, in that moment, as the newly mated couple watched the first rays of morning light paint the sky with the fresh, new day's bright colors, the perils they faced all seemed insignificant.
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The time for Lord Malfoy to temporarily part from his omega arrived all too soon.
Although the silencing charm Draco had placed around his lover's bedchamber was still effective, they could hear the sounds from outside her door as Mr. and Mrs. Granger rose for the day.
Hermione, like the rest of her era's refined ladies, was not one to sleep until an indecent hour.
Her mother and father would notice her absence at breakfast.
They would come to her room inquiring about her health…..
Draco looked down at his lover and met her sad gaze for a fleeting second before he pressed his lips against hers once more in a bittersweet kiss.
Hermione bit her lip to avoid crying out in frustrated desperation after Draco broke their affectionate gesture and stood from her bed.
She watched sadly as her alpha dressed himself in a rush and retrieved his wand from the nightstand.
"Lord Malfoy!" Hermione cried.
Draco looked at her with a heavy sigh as he furrowed his brow and frowned at the forlorn expression on her face.
Still naked and flushed from their passion, Hermione crawled towards her mate.
Draco bent down and let her cradle his face in her hands while he gave her one last passionate kiss, sucking and nipping at the plump cherries that she called lips.
"Lord Malfoy…..please…." Hermione whispered, her emotions as undone as her body, "Please….."
"Draco." He whispered with a smirk.
"Draco….." Hermione repeated as she stared back into his handsome face.
Draco kissed her lips again and closed his eyes as he rested his forehead against hers.
Hermione's heart ached in her chest while she inhaled one last full breath punctuated by her alpha's scent, the tempting combination of fresh apples and decadent mahogany.
"We'll be together soon." Draco whispered.
The sound was so slight that it was barely audible, but Hermione was certain of what she had heard.
She watched in dismay as Draco stepped back, raised his wand, and left her alone in her nest, free to release her frustrated anger about the helplessness of their situation.
With a growling noise of exasperation, Lady Granger found an outlet of expression as she leapt out of bed and threw off the mangled sheets that were wrapped around her.
She grit her teeth as she hurriedly washed up, dressed to go downstairs, and readied herself to share breakfast with her parents as if she had spent the night in a blissful sleep.
While Hermione frowned at her reflection in the mirror that sat over her dresser, what angered her the most was that there was no one but Lord Voldemort to blame.
Draco had no choice but to leave.
His own family would surely be awake soon as well, and his absence would raise far more dangerous questions than Hermione's if his bed was discovered empty.
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With a pining heart and the furious determination of an alpha desperate to protect his new mate, Draco resigned himself to donning his mask once again as he appeared back inside his own bedroom.
The morning sun sat high in the sky.
It beamed down intrusively over Malfoy manor when a sharp rapping came at Draco's bedroom door and he called out in response, "...Come in."
Draco blinked when his door slowly creaked open and his mother peered inside his room.
A nervous smile passed over her lips as she looked at her son from where he sat on his bed and smiled, "...Oh good, you're already awake."
Draco frowned at Narcissa in confusion as he asked, "Have I forgotten something, Mother? My schedule should be clear until this afternoon at least."
"Oh no, Draco dear, you haven't forgotten anything. Come, your father and I have a gift for you." Narcissa commanded as she reached out towards her only child.
Draco kept his frown as he slowly rose from his seat on the bed and walked over to grasp his mother's hand.
Narcissa led him out of his room and down the hall with a gentle confidence as her heeled boots clicked along the marble floor of the corridor.
"...Mother?" Draco asked.
"Yes, darling?" Narcissa replied.
"What is it that you and Father have for me? I haven't asked for anything." Draco frowned.
"You didn't need to ask us, sweetheart." Narcissa replied with a bittersweet smile as she led Draco towards the parlor, "Your father and I already know what you need, you're our son."
Before they entered the room, Draco noticed that a young, brown-haired woman sat on the parlor sofa while she looked around anxiously.
Draco's eyes widened.
"Mother…..!" He gasped as he stopped abruptly and glared at Narcissa in offended disbelief
Surely that wasn't…
Surely they hadn't…...
"Come along, Draco." Narcissa spurred him with a tense smile, "Don't you want to meet your bride?"