She wakes up with her face pressed against his chest, leg thrown over his hip and her fingers entwined with his. She whines and feels more slick coat the inside of her thighs when she remembers the previous night and then his hand is in her hair, tilting her head up to look at him and his eyes are dark and-
"Hi."
"Morning."
She swallows and shudders when she feels the fingertips of his other hand brushing along her bare thigh. "Theo," She warns, her skin already incredibly warm, "don't."
"Why not?" He asks, ignoring her and moving his hand up and over her curves until he's cupping one breast and tugging the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You like it."
"I know," she whines, arching into him and swinging one leg over him so that she's straddling him instead. She can feel his cock pressed up against her bare cunt and takes the opportunity to rut against him, to tease him like he's teasing her. Her glands are throbbing. "But we don't have time."
"The breakfast." He laments, dropping his hand from her body and his head back against the pillows. "Do we have to?"
Hermione snorts above him and grins when he groans at the tiny movement before she quickly hops off of him and begins to make her way towards the adjoining ensuite. All she can smell is sex and slick and come and -
"Are you coming?" She asks him, turning her head over her shoulder as she enters the bathroom and she knows she looks good as his eyes rake over her. She can't help but smirk when he practically lunges from the bed after her.
She feels him come up behind her as she turns the shower on and whilst Theo complains about the hot water, Hermione barely notices it, especially not with his hands cupping her tits and thumbing her nipples like that.
"Do you want me to come?" He asks, sliding his hard prick between her arse cheeks.
She shrugs, glancing over her shoulder and offering him a smirk. "Maybe."
His hands slip down her torso and rest on her hips as he presses her forward against the shower wall and slides his dick between her legs now. Hermione whines when she feels the tip press against her clit and this time she tips her head back against his shoulder and begs "please."
She can feel his answering grin pressing into her neck.
When Draco had told her that Narcissa had organised a breakfast - a celebratory brunch really - for the morning after the wedding just before he and Astoria took off for their honeymoon she'd thought it a fantastic idea. A chance for her to reconnect with her friends and Narcissa without worrying about, well, anything really.
That was of course before she'd spent the night wrapped around the best man and let him distract her from the painful reality that was everyday life. She couldn't help but watch him now as he stood with Draco and laughed quietly. She felt herself flush when his eyes snapped to her and she suddenly found herself incredibly interested in the blueberries atop her yogurt.
"What are we blushing about?" Astoria asks as she drops into the empty seat beside Hermione and digs into her poached eggs with fervour. Hermione startles and squeaks at the sudden appearance of the bride.
"Nothing." She mumbles, refusing to meet the other womans knowing eyes.
"Ahh ha. And it has nothing to do with the best man?"
Hermione opens her mouth to refute Astoria's question when she catches sight of the redhead, the one that had spent the previous evening wrapped around Tom, approaching their table, her grin getting wider as she does whilst Hermione is sure she herself is getting drastically paler.
"Astoria!" She squeals and Hermione swallows the lump in her throat. She doesn't know this girl and the girl can't possibly know her either - so why on earth had she thought she was approaching to speak to her?
"Ginny." Astoria grins, jumping up from her breakfast and embracing the young woman. Obviously a friend. "I'm so glad you could come. How are you?" She asks as she drops back into her seat and nudges Ginny into the empty chair on her other side. "How are you and Tom getting on?" She murmurs lowly, smirking at her friend whose own smirk has Hermione standing suddenly from the table.
"Sorry," she mumbles when she knocks the table in her haste to get away from them.
She has to get away from them. She can't possibly listen to this 'Ginny' brag about all the sex she's had with her alpha the previous night - regardless of how much sex Hermione had herself with Theo.
"You alright there Hermione?" Astoria chuckles and Hermione nods avoiding her eye.
"Just have to dash to the ladies. Not feeling so great. No! Don't get up." She insists when Astoria begins to stand. "I'm fine," she says, waving off their concern and flashing both women a tight smile she escapes to the other side of the room.
Conveniently, she spots Narcissa standing beside the breakfast bar, laden down with alcohol as it is and Hermione wastes no time in quickly downing another two mimosas. She relaxes into Draco's embrace when he slips between herself and his mother (who has, thankfully, not mentioned how unladylike her sudden alcoholism is).
"Are you ok? You look a little pale." He mutters quietly, his lips barely moving as he smiles widely for the breakfast guests, his thumb rubbing rhythmic circles into her bare shoulder. "I swear I didn't know he'd be here. I don't even know why he is here."
"I'm fine," she says dismissively. "And he came with one of Astoria's friends," she replies, lifting her third mimosa to her lips. "Someone called Ginny."
"Weasley?"
"You know her?" She asks, stunned and confused as he glances across the ballroom.
"Not really. What-" He breaks off suddenly, his face paling in the process and Hermione follows his gaze until she sees it too.
Theo and Tom only inches apart as they glare each other down. Her glass shatters on the floor before her and then she's right on Draco's heels as she follows him across the room and hopes no one else has noticed.
Though how anyone could miss the shove towards the door that Draco gives both men, is beyond Hermione as the four of them make their way out of the party.
"What the fuck are you two playing at?" Draco hisses as they bundle into a room across the hall. though his glare is primarily directed at Tom and Hermione can't help but think about how much she loves him in this moment.
He;s always paid more attention to her than she deserves. More than her alpha ever has thats for sure.
Especially considering he hasn't even noticed that she's right there in the room though none of them have. Hermione's not sure she can hold it against him, even though technically, he should be the only one who is bothered by her presence.
But she knows she never would have been privy to the conversation they're having anyway if any of them had realised she'd followed them because both Tom and Theo are ignoring Draco and arguing about her.
"What do you even care Riddle?" Theo taunts, shoving him with both hands and Jesus they really do look alike. "It's not like she's your girlfriend. Your Omega! Your fucking mate!" He spits, eyes flashing and Hermione is so confused - though she appears to be the only one - because Tom's nostrils are flaring and Draco is muttering 'oh fuck' under his breath and Theo's shoulders are beginning to slouch as he begins to laugh.
A deep belly laugh that has Hermione squinting at him in concern - Does Tom know Theo's omega?! Did he sleep with them?!
But then Draco is pulling him away from Tom - who looks like he's about to deck both of them any second - and then the door is opening and knocking her forward and -
"Malfoy," Harry begins, because of course it's Harry, "Astoria sent me to-" he finally looks up and his eyes dance between them all and Hermione feels faint and when did her skin begin to feel like it was about to burn off. "Fuck sorry Hermione," he mutters, catching her by the wrist and now they're all looking at her and Hermione can see it in their eyes.
They're all wondering how long she's been standing there for.
How much of their conversation did they catch.
"Are you ok?" Harry asks - oblivious to the tensions of the room - as he cups her face between her hands and then his face pales. "Fuck!" He hisses.
"What is it?" Draco asks.
"Her heat," Harry says, swallowing roughly as he clutches at her still form, ignorant of the myriad of glances occuring between the other three men, "it's starting."
A/N: Hi. I know it's been a while but writers block is a bitch. Enjoy