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Severus felt the chilled stone of his office floor underneath his open palms but he barely noticed as he crouched over Harriet, drowning in the omega's sweet kiss.

Over and over, their lips met, colliding, touching, teasing….

Harriet placed both of her hands on either side of Severus's face so she could pull him closer to her and he gave her no resistance.

Severus tried not to let himself become too enraptured with Harriet's addicting kiss but that was much more difficult than it seemed.

He kept reminding himself that surely, he couldn't believe it.

Harriet didn't want him, not really.

She was frightened, she was grateful, she was looking for comfort, for an alpha, and he fit the description, that was all.

The last thing that Severus wanted to do was take advantage of the situation, but when Harriet gave him a particularly demanding yank and he nearly fell forward on top of her, he decided to at least take control.

Harriet whimpered as Severus broke their kiss and pulled away.

A scowl imprinted itself on his face as he struggled to move back without banging his head on the corner of the desk and without hurting the omega in front of him.

Once Severus managed to stand up, he bent down and scooped his darling into his strong arms.

He half-expected Harriet to drop his cloak when he lifted her into his grasp, but she didn't seem interested in letting go of the garment that she was wrapped in and it dangled awkwardly between them.

As best he could, Severus shifted his hold on Harriet until he had her positioned comfortably with his cloak covering her like a soothing blanket.

Harriet let her arms drape carelessly over his shoulders while he carried her out of his office and through the adjacent door that led directly into his living quarters.

Harriet felt Severus's pulse quicken in his chest as he walked through his living room.

Harriet realized, even in the uncomfortable depth of her heat, that Severus intended to place her on the sofa.

From what she saw of Severus's Hogwarts home, things seemed to be tidy and in surprisingly meticulous order, but Harriet wasn't interested in sitting on Severus's sofa.

"Not…..here." Harriet managed to gasp out as Severus came to stand in front of the furniture.

Severus's mouth opened slightly and he looked down at Harriet questioningly.

Harriet stared up at him with confidence shining in her vivid, green eyes.

Once Severus processed the shock that Harriet wasn't craving comfort, she was craving him, she began to see a different man.

The man that she knew had been there all along, waiting…...

The man that she had met in her dreams just after her return to Hogwarts….

The man who had parted her thighs right on the wooden table in the potions classroom and ran his hands over her body as if she were a fine piece of art that only he could ever admire…

That was the man that Harriet found herself staring back at as Severus allowed a low, warning growl to escape his throat.

Harriet felt his grip on her grow tighter and she wriggled happily in his arms as he glided away from the couch, out of the living room and towards the place where Harriet most wanted to be…...his bedroom, the place where Severus laid down to sleep each night.

Harriet wanted to lie down in that place with him, but Elion's potion had been robust.

Sleeping…. it would be hours before Harriet and Seveus were…..sleeping~.

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Harriet could see how dilated Severus's dark pupils were with want at the sight of her flushed cheeks and the siren-like call of her scent that wafted from her heated skin, but she was struck by the tenderness he showed her.

Severus's most important priority seemed to be not his own desires, but Harriet's comfort.

Severus forced himself not to go feral from her scent as he sat her down gently on his bed.

Harriet watched as he turned from her and began to open his closets and drawers. He dug through them for a moment and presented her with blankets, pillows, towels, and any other items composed of soft materials that he could find stuffed inside the stores of his possessions.

At first, Harriet was a bit confused, but her heart felt as warm and open as her center when she realized that he was giving her the opportunity to nest before they mated.

Severus wanted his omega to build a safe spot in his home, a comfort within a comfort, so to speak.

When he had finished piling all of the soft items on the bed, he took a respectful step back and held his composure.

Severus's breath hitched as he watched the omega begin to make herself truly at home.

Harriet took only a couple of moments, but when she was finished, she had the blankets, towels, and pillows fanned out, layered, and woven into a cozy, comfortable nest.

A proper nest was exactly what Severus sought to provide his soon-to-be mate~.

He watched as Harriet stayed right where she was, in his bed, and turned to look at him with a gentle sigh from where she lay.

Severus stared down at her and cautiously stepped forward.

He would not force any part of himself on her, not in any way, no.

Severus would only come to her, only be beside her, only take her as his if that was something she…..

He watched her writhe on the bed as he took another wary step and he swallowed dryly at the lustful look in her green eyes.

Harriet's heat had been induced by a potion, that was true, Harriet was lying there, wanton and empty as a result, that was all true.

But…..

Under whatever circumstances an omega went into heat, the common misconception was false.

An omega in heat would accept anyone as their mate.

Omegas only welcomed alphas into their nest that they freely and consciously chose.

As Severus watched Harriet lie on his bed, open herself up to him and reach out towards him, the last remaining doubts he held about her consent vanished.

Harriet's eyes were fixated on Severus as he took another step towards the bed.

One more…..

One more….

Once the edge of the many sheets and blankets of her nest brushed against his thigh, he dared to place a knee down onto the pad of softness.

Then the other….

As he crawled onto the bed and over Harriet, she welcomed him gladly and settled herself underneath him.

Severus closed his eyes at the gentleness in her touch as she reached up and carefully moved a stray lock of his black hair that had fallen to hang directly in his face as he looked down at her.

Her fingertips barely whispered over the surface of his skin and that was all it took.

Severus bent down and crushed his lips against Harriet's.

Harriet grabbed him once more by the collar of his robes and pulled him closer.

Severus wrapped his arms around her as his tongue licked at her lips, silently asking to explore her mouth.

Harriet snaked her legs around Severus's waist and squeezed him tightly as her skirt was pushed up high. The alpha broke their kiss to pull away and look at her with his brow furrowed when he felt his clothed arousal gently brush against Harriet's core.

Her cheeks remained reddened from her heat and her eyes were half-lidded as she stared up at Severus and whispered, "Severus…."

"...Yes?" He asked in his low, velvet voice. The cold, sarcastic edge was gone, in its place was the husky rumble of an alpha ready to claim his mate.

"Please…" Harriet begged as she laid a hand on his cheek, "...Take me."

Severus turned his face to press a kiss into Harriet's soft palm and she saw his dark eyes glimmer as he pushed her back against the mattress.

Harriet submitted to Severus completely as she laid under him, ready to move, ready to feel, ready to do whatever he ordered…..

In the part of her mind that could still function normally, Harriet was touched that Severus was placing such a high value on her safety, it was a rare trait for an alpha to be able to display such control in front of a willing omega in heat, but Harriet's condition was burning through her patience like a flame through wood.

In an attempt to urge Severus on, Harriet began to undo the buttons on her bodice.

His mouth fell open when she realized that she was going to expose her creamy breasts directly to his view.

By then, even Harriet's fingers were slick with sweat and she whined in frustration as they slipped and fumbled over the tightly sewn buttons.

Severus watched Harriet blush and whimper. His eyes followed the forceful heaving of her delicious curves against their confines and he decided that refusing to aid her in her struggle was cruel.

Severus was eager to bring her relief.

Before Harriet could register what he was doing, Severus's skillful hands wrapped over hers and with those same, strong arms that he used to stir the heavy cauldrons, Severus ripped her dress open in one violent tear.

Harriet gasped as her breasts spilled out from the two halves of the fabric. She watched as Severus's black eyes darted immediately to focus on her pink nipples.

Harriet drew in a sharp breath as she watched him raise a hand and gently brush the pad of his finger over one of her sensitive buds and she whimpered as it tightened under his feather-light touch.

That was exactly what shevwanted~.

Seeking a more complete view of his intended, Severus moved his eyes away from her rosy peaks, took the folds of her dress in his hands, and ripped the delicate fabric all the way down the middle, from the bottom of her destroyed bodice to the hem that rested around her ankles.

Harriet gasped again as Severus parted the ruined gown and pushed it from her body to look at all of her.

Harriet watched Severus's face closely while his gaze connected with hers for a heartbeat.

She pushed her hips down into his feather mattress and drew in a deep breath, hoping his black eyes would follow the movement and they did as he scanned over her.

Harriet thought he would take a quick glance and then set to work, but Severus seemed more interested in Harriet herself than how fast he would be able to couple with her.

His eyes traced over every line, every curve, every centimeter of her skin as he drank in her visage.

She was afraid that she was searching for flaws, but really, he was trying to memorize her.

If something happened and they found themselves anything less than a couple after the night was over, Severus wanted to ingrain her into his mind, exactly as she was in that moment, forever.

He wanted to be able to close his eyes and see her underneath him, naked and waiting, vulnerable like she was then, until the day he died, if only in his thoughts.

Out of the desperation of pure, mortal want, Harriet reached out and clasped one of Severus's hands.

He narrowed his eyes and watched as she guided his fingertips to her chest, close to her breast, directly beside her beating heart.

Severus took the omega's permission to bathe her in his touch and he maintained eye contact with her while he swept his fingers over her chest, along her collarbone, and across her delicate throat.

Harriet leaned her head back and closed her eyes when Severus traced across her jaw and brought his fingers directly down the middle of her in one straight line from her chin until he reached the valley between her breasts.

He glanced down and lingered there for a tense moment.

She heard him draw in a breath when he felt her pulse quicken under his touch.

As he raised his eyes back up to the omega, he struggled not to smirk as he wickedly watched her anticipate what he would do next.

Severus considered pausing a moment to enjoy her tempting breasts that presented themselves so eagerly, but he decided that Harriet wasn't ready for that sweet torment yet~.

Harriet looked at him pitifully as he let his finger continue along its path.

Torturously slowly, he guided his fingertip down across her flat abdomen, purposefully letting it drift over her sensitive navel, past her empty womb, and across her pubic mound to gently touch the very inside of Harriet's thigh.

Severus hit a nerve there and he watched as Harriet's legs jerked involuntarily while he gazed at her.

She was quite embarrassed as she looked down at herself, to the exact place at which Severus was staring.

Many omegas didn't trim the hair on their nether regions and without a mate to state his preference either way, Harriet left that part of her body alone and away from the trimming blades of scissors, razors, and grooming spells..

"Sorry….." Harriet breathed as Severus let his hand come off of her thigh and brush the reddish curls that guarded her entrance.

"Why?" Severus asked as he glanced up at her, "I prefer my women to be natural."

My women.

Severus spoke those words so arrogantly to give Harriet the idea that he had had endless lines of lovers in the past.

He would be humiliated if she knew the depth of his inexperience.

Lacking physical practice, given the medical training he had taken during his early days as a beginning professor and his extensive knowledge of the body from his decades of mastering potions and excelling at the dark arts, Severus had a decent idea of how to cause pleasure.

Harriet's eyes widened as he dared to let his fingers delve in between her curls until he brushed something warm and soft…...and tender, by the way Harriet's eyes widened at the contact.

Severus carefully let his velvety fingertips ghost along Harriet's lips until he felt a slick, viscous fluid start to lubricate them.

He maintained eye contact with the trembling omega as he took his fingers down to the base of her womanhood and coated them in the fluid that pooled there before he moved them all the way back up to her crest, gently searching for that one place that he understood to be…..

Harriet's eyes widened and she nearly sat up when Severus brushed against something lovely~.

The sensation was heightened by her condition and as he felt the swollen organ grow even warmer under his touch, he abandoned his fight to hide his smirk.

"Oh dear…" Severus mused as he took the pad of his finger and began to rub gentle, quick motions over that sensitive bundle of nerves, "Have I found your spot, Potter?"

Harriet let out a moan as Severus picked up his pace once he felt her pulsate under his touch.

His wrist gradually moved faster and faster and as he quickened his motions. Harriet lay back and panted for breath as her cheeks burned as red as her center.

Severus was fascinated as he stared down at the omega in his grasp. His mouth hung open and his eyes were half-lidded as he stretched his fingers into Harriet and slowed his pace to deliberate, slow drags across the part of her that was ready to burst.

Severus watched intently as Harriet took her pleasure.

When her lengthy orgasm began, Severus felt another surge of wetness meet his fingers while her womanhood fluttered around his touch, pulsing like a beating heart as she threw her head back and opened her mouth in a deep, helpless moan.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!"

Severus moved his hand away so he wouldn't overstimulate Harriet's rose. His manhood throbbed in his trousers as he waited anxiously for what he knew the omega would want next.

Pleasured and panting, once Harriet managed to catch her breath enough to open her eyes, she looked at Severus and spread herself for him with a pained groan.

It hurt, having an alpha, the alpha that she wanted so badly, so close to her, but not inside her.

Severus effortlessly pulled his fingers away and Harriet looked into his dark eyes as he paused for a moment to lick her off of his hand.

It was an act that he may have considered repulsive any other time, but he could smell Harriet's heat in her fluids and lapping at that last bit of her was like enjoying a melted candy bar.

Harriet briefly wondered why Severus refused to remove all of his clothing, but as she reached down and fumbled with his trousers until his angry erection leapt into the air, the thought left her mind.

Harriet whimpered needily as she lay back and moved her hips to beckon him forth.

Severus positioned himself over her reverently as his legs slipped over the blankets of her nest.

Harriet wasn't sure if he would be rough or gentle, punishing or merciful, but she definitely wasn't prepared for the tenderness that he showed her as he interlaced their fingers and bent down to capture her lips in a loving kiss.

They were kissing so very sweetly.

Harriet squeezed his hands in hers.

Harriet smelled his scent….

And then they were….one.

She felt only a flash of discomfort as Severus deftly pushed himself into her body, his length was average but there was a delightful curve to his manhood that Harriet appreciated with a happy sigh as he sank into her.

Well, Harriet thought that he sank into her, Severus growled as he felt her body greedily pull him in and entrap him in the wet warmth that she offered.

As Severus rolled his hips against Harriet's, he kissed her meaningfully, not wanting to break their connection as they mated.

Harriet's breath came in gasps as Severus finally dipped down and devoured her breasts while he rolled his hips against hers.

His tongue glided over the creamy swells, suckling the sensitive buds while he allowed his teeth to teasingly scrape across their surface.

Harriet couldn't hold back the scream that tore from her throat when Severus generously brought her a second orgasm and opened his mouth to clamp down on her neck, proudly claiming her as his own while he spilled his seed directly into her hungry womb…...