Hermione looked at the double-story house with trepidation; it looked nothing special, just one of the many houses in an upper-middle-class neighbourhood. But Hermione knew every nook and canary of the house. She knew the creaking stairs, the best places to curl up and read. It was, after all, her childhood home.

A week had passed with Hermione and Bella, as Hermione had Started to call her, got better acquitted with each other, which meant they spent the week fucking in any way they could think of and in every part of their relatively large home.

Hermione was happy with the progress she was making. While she still could not take knottings in quick succession, the time they had to wait in between was decreasing steadily. Hermione was confident that she would handle being knotted repeatedly without needing to rest in between by the end of the summer.

Not only that, but Bella had started teaching her about the world she belonged in now whenever they had to give Hermione a while to rest. Hermione had lost count of the number of lessons that ended with Bellatrix suddenly pushing her down, spreading her legs and fucking her into oblivion. But despite their carnal distractions, Hermione was fascinated with all she was learning. It was like she was seeing in Colour for the first time. She could feel magic as she had never felt it before, feel it running through her veins, reaching out connecting to other magical things, its moods, and yes, to her immense shock, magic had emotions.

She could sense her magic when it was playful, her spells came faster, she could feel it when it got grumpy, and Hermione had to coax it gently. Its anger was a sight to behold. Her spells became more destructive; it was like having a companion, a powerful, loyal friend—one who was always there for her.

Now it got twitchy because she was nervous, Hogwarts was going to end tomorrow, and Hermione needed to talk to her parents about the developments in her life that she had neglected to inform them about. In her defence, this was not the kind of thing she wanted to tell her parents in an owl.

"We have to go in", Bella said, pumping soothing hormones, calming the Omega and settling her magic a little.

"I know", Hermione whispered back. Gathering herself, she stepped forward and decisively rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and… nothing; she physically recoiled, her eyes and brain were telling her that standing in front of her was her mother, Emma Granger, but the rest of her insisted that there was nothing in front of her; the sensation caused her to go haywire, her breathing increasing as she tried to make sense of the signals her body was sending her.

Bellatrix's hand rubbed up and down her hands "shh, it's okay, you have become used to sensing by magic. Muggles don't have magic, so you can't sense them calm your magic."

Hermione closed her eyes, leaning against Bella as she forced herself to take deep breaths.

She opened her eyes to see her parents standing in front of her, staring at her worriedly but not approaching. As if sensing that their closeness would not be welcome right now.

She smiles a watery smile at them before throwing herself in their arms. The physical sensation of them touching and breathing in their familiar scents helped calm her down further as her magic acknowledged there was someone here.

They cooed at her, their pup. The distress hormones sent their parental instincts into overdrive as they ushered her and her companion into the house. They wrapped their pup up in her favourite blanket and placed hot calming tea in front of her. They watched suspiciously as the older beautiful Alpha sat close to their pup. Their instincts screamed at them to stop the unfamiliar Alpha from getting close. Still, as they watched their daughter relax more into the presence of the Alpha and even smile, they let it go and just focused on helping their pup, whose distress pheromones were slowly going down.

"Mum, Dad, I would like you to meet Bellatrix Black, My Mate", Hermione said quickly.

There was a moment of shocked silence before rage filled their eyes. "WHAT? I will kill you. How dare you take advantage of my daughter like that!" Her father roared, moving towards Bellatrix threateningly.

Bella sighed, flicking her wand and stopping him dead in his tracks, "If You would calm down and listen to your daughter, I assure you I haven't done anything your daughter did not approve of enthusiastically", Bella said smirking.

"BELLA" Hermione cried, her face flushing red. She avoided looking at her visibly fuming parents and concentrated on her Alpha.

"What! It is true! I did not hear you complain when I was fucking you from… Ouch"

Hermione sent a stinging hex at Bella before she could finish her sentence. Enjoying the wince of pain her Alpha let out, she deserved it that git.

"Now, Mum, Dad, if you can calm down and sit, I will explain", Hermione said to her Dad's grudging nod. She shot Bellatrix a look who grudgingly released him, and they sat on the couch in silence. Her parents looked at her, anger still visible on their faces as protective hormones permitted the air.

"I know how you have always told me that the mating was a serious decision and I should be careful of how I chose to give my self being an Omega, But Bellatrix here is my True Mate, Magic itself has chosen her me", Hermione said looking at her parents imploringly.

"So magic forced you both?", Her mother asked, horrified. Not liking that her pup was mated so young and to an Alpha at least twice her age, one they had never even heard about! just because some external influence forced them to.

Her Omega bristled at her mother's accusation of being forced into mating. She went to retort but Bella, gently clutching her hand, stopped her.

"They are muggles Hermione; they do not understand the ways of Magic", Bellatrix said gently.

"We were not forced", Hermione, meeting her parent's gaze steadily. Who still looked unconvinced.

"What Hermione means to say is magic is a living force, and it always, I mean, always acts for what is best for its hosts, in our case, witches and wizards. When magic chooses someone, they choose someone who would be the best for them. Who would compliment each other, help the other grow, who would love them with their very being, and would have ended up being mated if they had gone through the traditional courting. Magic speeds up the process, Guiding our instincts, smoothing over the rough edges and misunderstandings, and we magicals always listen to our magic. When it tells us to do something, we do it no questions asked", Bellatrix explained, making sure her mate's parents understand and do not throw the baseless accusation of her forcing herself on their precious daughter as if Hermione would ever allow anyone she did not want to touch her.

Even while not being tuned with magic as a pureblood or magical raised are, Hermione was scarily good at magic and was improving by leaps and bounds. Combined with her stubbornness, Magic help anyone who tries to force Hermione to do anything.

"So Magic told you the other would be best for you, and you listened?" Paul Granger asked, looking between them, trying to comprehend what they were saying.

Hermione relaxed, thankful that her father was listening. "That's the gist of it."

"And when did this mating happen," Jean asked pointedly. They looked too comfortable with each other to have just met, and the mating mark on her daughter's neck looked old.

Hermione flushed guiltily ".A Week Ago", she mumbled.

"A Week? You got mated to an Alpha we never met a week ago and did not think of telling us," Paul demanded. He had plans! Since Hermione had been born and presented, he had meticulously planned every detail of how he would threaten any aspiring Alpha who came for their daughter's hand. It's too late now. She had already mated. Fifteen years of planning gone to waste, Paul bemoaned.

"Well, we were a little busy", Bellatrix drawled. Smirking slightly.

"Bella!" Hermione yelled again.

"What? We Were! It has been a rather hectic week between teaching you proper magic and planning for the fallout of our mating. Why, what did you think?" Bellatrix asked innocently.

Hermione flushed, the images of their naked bodies moving against each other flashing through her mind. Especially how she had woken up this morning to her Alpha eagerly licking her cunt.

"Fall out? What Fallout?" Jean asked, looking at them suspiciously. She had caught on to the double meaning but ignored it to get more information. And also, because she did not want to imagine what her newly mated daughter was up to this last week, she vividly remembered the lust of the first few months and concluded with magic that It would be even more.

Hermione and Bella looked at each other before launching into an explanation of war and its actual reasons, carefully leaving out the part of Bellatrix being a convicted criminal and her various war crimes.

It was nightfall before they had managed to explain enough to the Granger parents that they were satisfied. When Hermione and Bella made to leave, eager to get back to their house and indulge in each other, They insisted on hosting dinner.

So that is how Hermione found herself helping her mother in the kitchen while Bellatrix went out of the house, insisting on checking out the property and adequately warding it. Hermione was sure that was an excuse for not being left alone with her father. While Bellatrix had been at her best behaviour, Hermione knew she was uncomfortable being around muggles which Hermione now understood, her magic insisting that nothing was standing beside her while her other senses insisting on the opposite was even giving her a headache. And She had not been in tune with her magic as long as Bellatrix had been.

Bella also did not have the advantage of her Omega recognising the scent of its Sires.

"Are You Happy?" Her mother asked out of nowhere, bringing her out of her thoughts.

Hermione smiled unconsciously. "Deliriously", She said.

"She is so good to me, always making sure I am well. I have never felt so complete in my life", Hermione said truthfully, thinking about the glorious week she had spent with her Alpha. Who had taken very good care of her.

Jean smiles softly, running her hand through her pup's hair. "If you are happy, that's more than enough for me." She would accept this weird, rushed magic bonding for her daughter's sake.

Hermione smiled, embracing her mother, thanking magic for providing her with such a wonderful family.

When they arrived back at Black manor, Bellatrix pushed her against the nearest flat surface, which happened to be the floor and was on her in a flash. Hermione moaned as Bellatrix pawed at her breast, her mouth trailing kisses on her neck.

"It's been too long since I last fucked you", Bellatrix rasped, her hardened cock rubbing against Hermione's centre through her clothes.

Hermione moaned, bucking her hips. This was the longest they had gone without fucking, and Hermione was dripping wet. Throughout dinner, she had been squirming, her Omega whining for her Alpha's cock. She was sure her parents had noticed the tension between them but had politely ignored it.

Bellatrix did not waste any time as she vanished their clothes and slid inside her in a single thrust, a growl escaping her lips.

"Faster", Hermione cried as her Alpha moved in and out of her. She clawed at her Alpha back, urging her to move faster to fuck her harder. The thick cock fit her perfectly, and every stroke hit that perfect spot inside her, making her scream in pleasure.

She felt Bells's knot forming rubbing against her hole as she bucked more furiously, trying to take it in. But Bella did not push it in. She continued her thrusting, letting her knot enter, stretching her hole deliciously and pulling out before the broadest part could go in, making Hermione scream in frustration and Pleasure.

"Please, Alpha. Knot me!" Hermione moaned, lifting her hips when the knot pushed slightly in again.

"I will knot you when I want Omega", Bellatrix growled, pushing Hermione's hips firmly down, and continued fuck her.

Bellatrix rubbed around Hermione's clit, her fingers moving through the slippery pink skin, before lighting pinching Hermione's clit, causing the pressures inside her to release, her walls tightening around her Alpha's cock, who continued her steady pace fucking Hermione through the orgasm.

Bellatrix lifted Hermione, who wrapped her weak and trembling legs around her Alpha's waist, the hard cock pulsing inside her as she carried the Omega to their bedroom.

Each movement caused the cock to move and the knot to stretch her but still not slip inside, making Hermione moan in pleasure. And rock against the Alpha.

Bellatrix pushed Hermione onto the bed as they reached the room, slipping out of the Omega. Hermione whined in disappointment; she turned to watch Bellatrix standing at the base of the bed, rubbing her wet cock as she watched Hermione. Her eyes were dark with lust. Sweat glistened on her lithe frame.

"On your hands and Knees", Bellatrix ordered, and Hermione rushed to obey. She felt her Alpha hands on her hips as she knelt behind her and, with a single snap of her hips, pushed the cock back inside her.

"Oh", Hermione cried as the Alpha filled her. This position always caused the cock to go even deeper in.

Bellatrix set a punishing pace, the bed moving under them as she moved in and out of the Omega filling the room with sounds of their fucking.

Hermione was fast approaching another orgasm when her Alpha finally started pushing her knot against her opening with intent. Hermione pushed back her hips, spreading her legs further apart to help ease the knot in. Her Alpha pushed her head down against the pillow, and with a single hard thrust, she pushed the widest part of the knot in, sealing them together.

With a howl, the cock jerked inside, releasing stream after stream of seed, painting her walls white.

"Yes!" Hermione cried as she came, her walls milking her Alpha's knot for every last drop.

They collapsed on their sides with Bellatrix behind her, holding her firmly against her body, her cock still hard and jerking inside her as the knot bonded them.

Her Omega purred in contentment, enjoying the feeling of her Alpha all around as she fell asleep the stress of meeting her parents, the lengthy conversions, her magic working in overdrive to make sense of the mixed signals finally catching up with her.

She felt her Alpha shift, tightening her arms around her, pumping soothing hormones helping her fall asleep.