Did I tell myself "No, Kelsey, you can wait at least a week to update. That way you'll be prepared and not so overwhelmed."? I sure did. It was then followed by "Well, tomorrow is my birthday so I do what I want, and who am I to deny people?"

So, here we are, and we can all thank weestarmeggie17 for uber quick beta skills because I love her.


PART TWO

She stirred into consciousness as sunlight cut across her frame. With a light sheet wrapped around her, Hermione rolled onto her side, and her eyes shot open. Perched on her window sill was a familiar snowy owl, its head tilting as she nearly fell on her face. Hermione scrambled out of bed, wrenching the window open and removing the letter from it's leg.

Tink stepped into her flat, ruffling her feathers while Hermione sat at her desk. Still fully nude, the chair was cold against her skin. Though it had nothing to do with the way her hair stood up on her arms and at the base of her neck.

How did you sleep?

I dreamt of you, and can I just detail how irritating it is to imagine someone beneath me when I have no idea what they look like? That's not so as to pressure you. I barely slept for thinking of you, of your legs wrapped around me, and how fantastic you would feel to sink into.

I don't know where you work, but I hope your day is enjoyable. I'm not even sure I will be able to make it through this day considering every time you cross my mind, my cock gets hard. It's a bit hard to conduct business meetings when it's clear what you would rather be doing, isn't it?

X

Muffling her girlish giggle with the back of her hand, she let the letter drift to the top of her desk. Who was this man? How could he have attended Hogwarts with her? No boy in her year, or one over, or one below was this eloquent with words were they? He'd managed to rile her up, and she realized there might be more to this 'matchmaking' than she'd been led to believe.

Should she ask Luna? Hermione nibbled at her bottom lip, her eyes drifting back to the letter. It sounded silly to say that this felt magical. She had lived her entire life with magic, in a world set apart from another, and passionate love letters were what she considered magical? It was preposterous, and yet, that's exactly what it was.

A quill poised in her hand, she watched the swooping lines of ink as she wrote a reply.

I don't think I have slept so soundly if I can be honest with you. Can you imagine my surprise when I woke up naked in my bed? I thought last night had been a dream, fueled by my own desires. When I saw the owl at my window..I nearly fell trying to get out of bed.

I dreamt of you in so many different ways. I've always considered myself to be good with words, but I'm at a loss. As I fell asleep, I'd hoped you were thinking of me. Against my better judgement, I'll tell you where I work, but without details. I work at the Ministry, as several Witches and Wizards do.

It's impossible to make it through a meeting, you say? It's nice to know I have that kind of power over you, but I fear I might be in the same dilemma. Not that I've put on a pair of knickers yet, but it's a well educated guess that I'll ruin them. It must be something about this matchmaking service.

X

Hermione tied the letter to the owl's leg, rubbing her head with her index finger, and giving her a treat before opening the window once more. She opened her closet, pulling a pencil skirt from the rack. Zipping it up in the back, she smoothed the black fabric down. Paired with a dark green blouse, she combed her fingers through her hair carefully as she made her way into her bathroom.

Her cheeks were flushed, and perhaps it was just the well sated look in her eyes, but she left the top two buttons of her blouse undone. Just the right amount of skin to make herself feel comfortable in her skin, but not so much that it would cause an uproar. The corners of her lips quirked into a smile at the thought: The Head of the Magical Creatures Division Has Breasts.

That awful Skeeter would write any amount of rubbish, and she doubled the ridiculousness of it if Hermione Granger was involved. It would seem it was not so simple for one to just get over being held captive in a jar for a year.

With her hair as tame as she could manage it, she slipped her feet into her pumps by her kitchen island. Donning her black pea coat, Hermione grabbed the cup of already brewed tea from the counter. It was a simple spell for her tea to be ready when she left for work each day.


She told herself it would have been immature for her to wait just a bit longer that morning in her flat, just to see if he was as quick to reply as he had been the night before. Shaking her head at the silly thoughts, Hermione's heels clicked against the tiles of the atrium as her fingers gripped her cup tight.

The first of several things that gave away her cheerful mood was when she passed Ron Weasley with a polite hello, and a wave before making her way to the seventh floor. She smirked the whole ride up at the memory of his baffled expression when he had turned to Harry, who had simply shrugged.

The second had been when she'd greeted Draco Malfoy as he passed her, and he'd been taken by surprise. "What's got you in such a good mood, Granger?" He called after her, and she continued without looking back.

"I just feel like it's going to be a good day. Don't you?" She rounded the corner, coming to the door of her office. Setting her ornate mug down on its coaster, she shrugged her coat off and draped it over the back of her chair.

Hermione melted into it, crossing one leg over the other and leaned back while she opened the first parcel on her desk. It was a thin envelope, but the familiar writing across the front of it made her drop it as if it had burned the tips of her fingers. She rose to her feet, nearly tripping again, and poked her head out to take a peek at her secretary.

"Katie, do you know how this got here?" She held the now empty parcel out, having left what was sure to be another raunchy letter at her desk. "There's no return address," she lied.

Katie looked up from sorting paperwork. "It was a Ministry owl, so I'd assume it was someone in the building. I could locate the sender for you if you'd like?"

Not being able to think of anything worse than her secretary doing a diagnostic spell on that letter, Hermione shook her head. "That won't be necessary, but thank you."

Closing her office door quietly, she quickly made her way back to her chair, her legs shaking. It would be best to pocket the parchment, to ignore the hole it burned in the tiny pockets she had all day. Of course that wasn't what she did at all, pushing away the rationalization as soon as it had come.

Perhaps you should just not wear your knickers, love. I like the thought of you dripping, and holding your legs together so no one can notice. If you're letters are anything to go by, I'd hazard a guess that you're in a position of authority. Do you wear regulation skirts?

You're demanding, that much I can sense about you, but there's something scratching below the surface, isn't there? You're dying to break out your shell. I'm at the Ministry as well - flooed in this morning, yet here I am, sneaking off so I can reply to your letter because fuck if I can wait. All I want to do is find you, and sit you on your desk and fuck you senseless.

X

It was a mistake, an incredibly foolish mistake to vanish her knickers, but it was a mistake she took pleasure in.

Hermione swallowed, fanning herself with the parchment, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when her door was thrown open.

Harry arched an eyebrow when she opened the middle drawer of her desk and slid the letter inside, locking it wordlessly. "What is that?"

"It's nothing," she squeaked, and since when did her voice sound that high? "How can I help you, Harry?"

"It doesn't sound like nothing." He grinned, sitting across from her, fidgeting with his wand. "I just wanted to come by; we haven't talked in a while."

She sighed, rubbing her temples and resting her elbows on her desk. "This is because I was too nice to Ron this morning, isn't it? You know, just because he's content to be a raging arsehole to me all of the time doesn't mean I have to be."

Harry shook his head. "He's my best mate, Hermione, but even I can see when something is wrong. Actually what happened is that Ginny let it slip how you agreed to try Luna's newest-"

"You're bloody kidding me," she snarled, her palm slapping down against the calendar on her desk. "What business is it of Ron's if I've decided to try dating? Approximately none," she spat when he opened his mouth to answer her rhetorical question. "Did he send you to try and drag information out of me?"

Harry put his hands up, just like his wife had when she'd come to Hermione's flat. "Hey, I don't agree with what he thinks, Hermione. We didn't even know Ron was there when Ginny told me, so I don't want you to be angry with her for that either."

She shook her head. "That's the least of what I'm angry about. He dumped me, Harry, not the other way around. I'm going straight to him; I'm not going to bother with this back and forth anymore. This isn't Hogwarts anymore. Are you ever going to stop being his messenger? What is that little twat?"

Harry's eyes widened. "Hermione, I really don't think it would be such a good idea to-"

"I didn't ask you what you thought was a good idea, Harry Potter. I'm going to tell Ron Weasley to stay out of my business, and I will draw him a bloody map if I have to! Where is he?" She asked once more, tapping her foot.

Harry sighed. "He's in with the newest trainees, but I don't think you should confront him immediately. You know how he is, and he's so likely to let slip your..secret, and then where would you be?"

Hermione froze, but then she wrenched her door open anyway. "Quite frankly, I don't give a damn." It should have been a clue that something was undeniably wrong when she lost her temper in the middle of her office.

Considering that it was Ron, she hadn't thought much of it then. Nothing beyond storming into a room full of Aurors in training where she was going to show them the best practical duel they'd ever seen. Nevermind that it would be one sided. Harry was hot on her heels as she stormed down the corridor, making her way down the three floors.

The room in which Aurors trained was charmed within the building as if it were a room as large as the floor itself. It could be modified to adjust to any scenery, and when she stepped inside, they were running a practice for the mountains.

Hermione glanced up the rocks, her eyes landing on a familiar red head as she stepped carefully over rocks that had been blasted from the mountains. "Stop!" He shouted, throwing his hand out and the spells that had been flying came to a halt. "Hermione, you can't just barge in here." He told her. "Malfoy, step back." He grumbled.

Her eyes fell over him. His white blond hair was disheveled, his suit askew. "Granger, is that day still going so well?"

She glared at him. "Unfortunately, no." Hermione faced Ron, placing her hands on her hips. "Who do you think you are to send Harry to gather information on my private life?" Her voice rose with each word, and his face grew hotter. "If I choose to use Luna's bloody dating service, then that is my business, and mine alone. You are not my handler, Ronald."

"You need to leave, Hermione, or I'll force you out." He told her sternly, his eyebrows knitting together. "What's gotten into you?"

She opened her mouth, poised her wand, and then the thought hit her with the force of the Hogwarts Express. The mess between her legs, her temper, and the rising temperature of her body. She'd brushed it off as nothing more than her anger towards an ex flame, but it was her heat.

It wasn't supposed to be possible.

It was at the same moment Ron drew his wand that there was a animalistic growl from behind her. Fingers latched onto the back of her blouse near the top, fingers brushing against her mating gland, and she was yanked backwards, tucked behind Malfoy's broad back. It was a heady revelation, the smell of his cologne.

Her cheeks burned as his thumb rubbed absent circles against her back, not noticeable to anyone else. Of all the Alphas in the Wizard World, it had been Draco Malfoy who she'd dreamed of, who she'd written letters that she'd have never sent if she'd known who he was. Though she couldn't think of it at the moment, that was probably the point of the anonymous letters to begin with.

"Malfoy," Ron spluttered as he looked down at the wand digging into the flesh of his chin. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Exhaling, and not growling like he just had, Malfoy's shoulders visibly relaxed. All Hermione wanted to do was slip her hands over his muscular back, slide the jacket off, and rub herself against him. However, that was definitely her heat talking, and they were in public. Even as he relaxed, he didn't calm down.

"Go, Granger," he told her, clenching his jaw. Pressing a hand to the small of her back, he urged her down the mountain face. "Weasley, I don't have time to explain this shit to you, but I'm sure Potter can draw a diagram for you. You can discuss the fucking funding with me later." His touch was hot against her, even though her clothes.

As the stepped into the hallway, the training room door slamming shut behind them, she couldn't bear to look up at him. Fortunately - no, Hermione, you didn't enjoy one bit of this - Malfoy lifted her head with his knuckle resting beneath her chin. "If you'd like to pretend this never happened, I suggest you obliviate me right now," he told her huskily.

Too slowly for his preference, judging by the snarl that left him, Hermione shook her head. "I'm surprised, of course. You're the last person I would have thought would be a match for me."

"Imagine my surprise, thinking you were a beta all of this time. Merlin, you've really despised your designation, haven't you?" His voice was low, and he leaned against the wall of the corridor, crossing one ankle over the other.

"Well, I was called a Mudblood so many times, I hardly wanted to add being an Omega to that." She told him softly, not missing the guilt that flashed briefly across his face and made him clench his fists. "I wanted to hide it, but I'm not so sure that will be a possibility anymore. Harry tried to tell me," a soft grumble at the mention of her friend. "I was too angry, but I didn't realize I was going into heat."

Draco nodded, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his well tailored suit. "You told me it wouldn't be for a week; do you know what changed?"

She shook her head. "I haven't missed a dosage, so no, but if you asked me to guess, it's probably because of the charms involved in Luna's practices. Whatever she's done, well, it's made me crazy for..you." Hermione murmured.

He inhaled sharply, and then he gripped her waist, pulling her forward. Whispering low next to her ear, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of it he said "You're dripping for me, love. Did you receive my last letter?"

A shaky nod. "I vanished my knickers in my office. I feel like I'm going to combust, and I've never felt this hot before." She whimpered, resting her forehead against his chest. "I don't know what I need."

"Yes, you do, Hermione." The sound of her first name rolling off his tongue made her shiver, or it might have been the way his fingers trailed along her spine in the drafty corridor of the Ministry. "What you need is for me to fuck you, isn't that it?"

She nodded shakily. "Why did you react the way you did in front of everyone? Ron," he nipped her neck at the mention of her ex boyfriend. "Wouldn't have hurt me. You acted as if -"

"It's because you smell divine, and if you'd stayed in there any longer, one or more of the Alphas would have gone into rut. As much as I'd love to fight off several of them for you," heat pooled between her legs, her slickness dripping down her legs.

This Alpha could protect her. He was stronger than the rest.

She'd completely missed whatever he was saying. "Are you?" Hermione blurted.

"Am I what?" He nuzzled her neck, glancing over her shoulder to watch if anyone was coming their way.

"Are you in rut?" She gasped when his fingers dug into her waist, and he pulled back to look at her. His eyes were blown open, dark, and fathomless to her beyond the fact that she was sure he was going to pin her to the wall and fuck her well into satiation.

And she would let him.

And then-

He nodded.


I'm not even sorry. -shrugs and rubs hands together-

THANK YOU SOOOOO FUCKING MUCH FOR ALL OF THE LOVE. I screeched when I saw my email the morning after publishing. My boyfriend thought someone broke into the house.