You waited for it so patiently, so without further ado, here is the heat.
(Seriously though, this fic is rated M for a reason so if you don't like sex scenes you should definitely skip this chapter.)
Enjoy :)
Harry took only a moment to wonder how in the world it happened that Hermione had accepted him so easily as her Alpha. He knew they'd probably be having a long discussion about it later, but right now, he didn't have it in him to do anything but focus on the warm witch in his arms, peppering kisses across his jaw.
He let out a low groan, tilting his head back and letting her trail her lips down the side of his neck. He shuddered out a gasp as she suckled lightly on the flesh behind his ear.
Seconds later, he grasped Hermione firmly around the waist, "Bed," he whispered roughly in her ear, rising with only a small stumble as she remained pressed against his chest.
It was only a few steps to the bed, but Hermione didn't seem to want to make them on her own, twining her legs around his waist as her mouth continued it's journey across his neck and down now to the collarbone peeking out of his button-down shirt.
Harry hit the edge of the mattress with his knees, dropping Hermione down to the bed with a small bounce. She looked up at him with wide eyes, pupils black, desire clearly written across her face.
Mine, Mine, Mine, the voice in the back of his head screamed.
He reached for her then, lightly running his fingers across the nape of her neck, sending a shudder down her body. He bent over her, pressing his lips to hers firmly, his tongue seeking entrance to the warmth of her mouth.
Hermione whimpered, her hands raising to spread across Harry's chest, quickly finding the buttons there and ripping them open, ignoring the pinging sounds as the small beads flew across the room.
"More," she rasped out, raking her nails softly down his pristine skin, the muscles in his stomach clenching as she trailed over them.
Harry didn't hesitate. He gently pushed her back on the bed, so she was lying before him. Her skin was flushed, hair splayed wildly across the duvet. Her chest heaved with excited breaths as he took in her form. Beautiful.
He felt the heat creeping up his spine, his cock already hard and straining beneath the placket of his pants. He'd never been so turned on and instinctively knew this was different, this was part of being an Alpha.
Harry lifted one of her legs gently in his hands, placing a gentle kiss to the inside of her ankle as his eyes locked upon hers. He wanted to taste every inch of her. He took his time, slowly removing her shoes, and the knee-high socks of her Hogwarts uniform. He could feel her trembling desire increase as he worked.
When her legs were bare, he trailed his fingers up her calves, behind her knees, and to the hem of the skirt that had crept up her thighs.
"Harry," she whispered, voice straining, "please, please."
The sound of her begging only increased the desire thrumming through his veins. He peeled off his shirt, fabric straining against the muscles of his arms as he looked down at her with a grin.
"Patience," he told her, his Alpha voice in full effect. As he entered his first rut he had quickly realized he could smell her. It was absolutely divine and he couldn't wait to taste her, as well. The unique scent of Hermione, he'd smelled it in the room earlier, as he held her in his arms, that mixture of vanilla, cinnamon, and parchment, was now heady with the overwhelming scent of her need and he hoped Neville had made it to McGonagall to have those wards set, because just the idea of anyone else smelling this had his hackles raising.
He let his fingers wander, under the skirt, over her thighs, grazing her hot core through her sopping panties. She was writhing against the mattress, seeking more. His desire to explore her slowly, to learn every inch of her skin warred with the need to simply have her.
He fumbled for the clasp that held her skirt together, before growling in frustration and simply grasping for his wand and sending a divesto at the clothes she still wore.
A gasp came from her then, as her body was bared to him completely. Her arms wrapped around herself, and Harry knew that despite her desire, despite the heat raging through her, she was still incredibly self-conscious, especially about the numerous scars she'd received during the war.
Harry straddled her waist then, his body over hers and he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"Hermione," he whispered softly, "Never hide from me. You are exquisite, beyond beautiful, and mine."
She let out a shuddering breath, as Harry traced his lips down her neck, sucking and nibbling her skin, his fingers gliding over her body, tracing her curves, teasing and tantalizing.
As he reached her chest, he glanced up at her, meeting her gaze as he flicked his tongue across her nipple. It pebbled under his attention, her back arching off the bed as her hands tangled in the sheets beneath her. He couldn't resist, suckling the budded flesh into his mouth as his hand explored the opposite breast, pinching gently at the nipple, drawing moans from the woman beneath him. He allowed one finger to trail the puckered scar left across her chest, all the way down to her hip, the scar she'd gotten in battle for him in fifth year.
He didn't linger long. The room was nearly crackling with the magic of an unconsummated Alpha/Omega bond and he knew they'd reach their breaking points soon, but he had to taste her.
He scooted further down the mattress, his hands gripping her hips as she moved wildly against the bed, her body craving more than the scant touches he was offering.
He peppered kissed down the expanse of her stomach, sweat glistening on her skin. He knew she must feel like fire was traveling through her veins. The books described the mating very clearly.
Without warning, he swept his tongue against her wet folds, eliciting a yelp from her, as her hands found purchase against his head, tangling in his hair.
Unable to wait, he buried his face between her thighs, hands holding her hips in place as she bucked wildly against him. He drove his tongue into her wetness, lapping at her and swirling circles around her clitoris. He slid a hand from her hip to ease one finger into her waiting heat.
Hermione screamed then, clenching tightly against the finger burrowed inside of her as her body shattered in orgasm.
Harry didn't let up, as soon as her body relaxed, he slid a second finger into her, slowly pumping them in and out, fingers crooked to hit the softness of her g-spot as he continued licking and sucking at her clitoris.
He knew she'd need to reach her peak at least once more before he took her, as an Alpha's cock was already larger than average, and would swell and knot within her during the rut. As much as he desired her, needed her, he did not want to hurt her.
"Please, please, please" Hermione begged as he thrust his fingers in her, sliding a third into her dripping channel. Her hands were fisted so tightly in his hair it nearly hurt, but Harry didn't care.
It wasn't long until he felt the telltale clenching, heard her quickening gasps. He knew she was close, teetering on the edge, and he bit lightly down on her clit, causing the girl to tumble, once more, into oblivion.
Hermione's body went rigid, muscles straining as her orgasm tore through her. The heat in her body was stifling, and she knew, without a doubt, she could wait no longer.
In a trembling voice, she begged, "Harry. Please, take me. Please, Alpha."
Harry sucked in a breath, before rising from the bed, stripping off his pants and boxers in one go, before once more lowering himself to the bed above her.
He nestled himself between her thighs and her legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed her wildly, then, straining to control the need to ravage her. There was a reason it was called a rut, he supposed, because he wanted nothing more than to fuck her, but even more, he wanted their first time together to be gentle, special. He would never leave her feeling anything less than wanted.
Hermione's thoughts had dissolved into pure chaos as her heat overtook her. There was so much she wanted to say, things she wanted to tell Harry, the very least of which was that she'd loved him since she was eleven, but the only words escaping her mouth was the pleading of "Alpha, Alpha, Alpha".
Hermione felt Harry line himself up to take her, the rock hardness of his cock resting against her thigh, the skin a velvet softness. He looked into her eyes then, with a gentleness that she understood as his asking permission. She responded by gripping tightly against his waist and grinding against him.
He entered her in one swift movement, and she tensed beneath him as he tore through her maidenhood.
Hermione sucked in several breaths, working through the mild pain. The bond that had thrummed wildly between them now burst like a dam, magic swirling in the room, overtaking the two.
Harry had wanted to take this slow, but the blessing wasn't going to allow it, and he plunged deep into Hermione, wrapping his arms tightly around her as her hips rose to meet him.
He knew he wasn't going to last long, but it was clear Hermione was already nearing her edge. He could feel her walls clenching his cock as he continued pressing into her, and knew that he'd be close behind. When she came, her teeth dug into his chest, breaking the skin. He let out a nearly animalistic howl, plunging again into her depths as he bit sharply upon her shoulder, marking her as his forever, feeling his cock swell wildly within her as his seed spilled, splashing hotly against her cervix.
Harry waited only a moment after release to roll them over so he wasn't pinning her body with his weight. His cock rested heavily inside of her, where it would stay for several hours. Hermione moaned softly, her head resting against his chest. Her body had already softened, slumping heavily against him, and he realized she'd fallen asleep.
He kissed her forehead, closing his eyes as he thought about the wild turn his life had just taken. Here she was, ensconced in his arms, his forever, his Omega. A smile played on his lips as he drifted off to sleep as well.