"Not yet?" Hermione grinned and nipped his jaw again, "when?"

"That depends on you, pet," Draco murmured as he lifted up to readjust his shirt back on her shoulders. He pulled the sides together to just barely cover her breasts, humming his approval at the sight. She rolled her eyes at him but couldn't find it in her heart to actually mean it. Her omega instincts were in overdrive at the affection from this alpha.

And Draco knew it.

"Do you need a bath? Or shower?" He asked while absentmindedly playing with a curl as he gazed at her.

She was a perfect vision to him and by gods he hoped she knew how much he wanted her. He'd purposefully left his trousers on, not wanting to go too far in case she changed her mind. He didn't think she would but one could never be too careful with an omega heat.

He'd heard stories of alphas taking an omega during a heat just because they could, because the urge to mate was too overwhelming for the omega. McLaggen was clearly that type of alpha. Draco felt himself almost growl at the thought of him taking Hermione.

The alpha in him rose in a fury at the thought.

"What's wrong?" She asked quietly, concern etching across her face. She raised a hand to smooth his furrowed brow. He turned his head and nuzzled her palm instead.

"Nothing," he muttered and realised it would be in his best interest to be open with her. Maybe…just maybe it would make her be open to him and an idea that had settled in his mind for the last year…

"It doesn't seem like nothing? Did I do something?"

"Of course not," he said hastily and then sighed, "just had a brief thought of why you were running through my orchards and of that oaf chasing after you. Seems it bothered me more than I realised."

She nodded and then scowled, "He's an idiot and I've no idea why I didn't just hex him to begin with. It would've made things so much easier."

"Easier how?"

"Well…I…" she thought for a moment and Draco felt his heart hurt. Maybe she thought it would've been better because she wouldn't have ran into him? Then this wouldn't have happened? Would it ever have happened if this opportunity had never presented itself?

"I wouldn't have almost ruined my good trousers for starters," she huffed, "and I spent forever taming my hair. And then it was ruined."

Draco laughed and shook his head, "You are ridiculous."

"I'm ridiculous? I'm not ignorant, Draco. You thought I was going to say it would've been easier because this wouldn't have happened and I could've just gone home, didn't you?"

He thought for a moment, for appearances sake, "I suppose so."

"You're such a fibbing prat," she poked his ribs and laughed, "You were worried."

"I was not. Just…concerned about you having regrets is all."

"I regret nothing," she said immediately and Draco felt the sincerity behind it.

He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, "Good. Because neither do I. And I hope you still don't have them with this next round."

He gazed at her with a glint in his eyes as an involuntary blush started to spread across her skin.

"Oh," she whispered, "oh. I've never…"

"Hmm?" He questioned as he readjusted them on the bed, bringing her legs up around his hips, his knees tucked beneath her thighs as he lay above her. He delighted in the pretty blush that spread across her cheeks, highlighting her freckles. He wanted to kiss every single one.

"Before I lose it again, I need to tell you. I've never been with an alpha before," she grimaced and Draco felt himself soar higher. Inside he was roaring with delight at the thought and now truth that he would be her first.

And if he had a say, her only.

Outwardly he remained calm, collected. "Never? Really?"

"I mean, I've obviously had sex before," Hermione's breathing picked up as her heart rate quickened. "But not since I presented."

"Is that so?" He purred and leaned down to nuzzle against her neck, breathing her in deeply. "Well we'll just have to change that, now won't we?"

"Mmm, yes," she breathed and turned her head to nip at his ear.

"You know what to expect, don't you, my little swot?" He whispered in her ear and smirked when she shivered.

"Yes…please…"

"I will not mark you," he kissed her when she growled at his admission, "I won't. It's a permanent bond, Hermione. I won't do that to you."

"And what if I said I want you to," she said against his lips, satisfied at the shiver that ran through him at her words.

"We'll discuss that when you have your wits about you again. But for now, little witch, I'm going to take you," he slid his arm under her back and up, grabbing a handful of hair and forcing her head back. Hermione groaned at the pull and pressed her hips up to meet his. Draco felt a warmth of satisfaction spread through him at the clear offering from his little omega.

His omega.

Oh she would be his if he had a say.

But not while she was delirious with her heat. Hermione barely spoke to him outside of their friends gathering and he wasn't about to ruin another chance of being the lucky alpha to help her through her next heat by marking her in a lusty haze now.

No.

He was going to savour this time with her. Taste her delicious skin and the sweet honey that he could smell already dripping from her. The satisfaction blossomed again as his eyes raked down her body and took in her flushed state, the pretty red blush that had spread across her chest. He murmured praise at the sight of her sprawled under him while still wearing his shirt and pressed his nose into the column of her neck, inhaling deeply.

She smelled absolutely divine.

Hermione let out a soft whimper when he pulled away and Draco couldn't help the smirk that played on his lips. He gave a hard roll of his hips, delighting how her own canted to meet his, before pulling away. He watched her carefully as he slowly rose from the bed and moved to push his trousers down his legs. A feral grin spread across his face as Hermione bit her bottom lip harshly as she unabashedly stared at him. She watched with such a heated gaze that Draco thought she might burn up on the spot. Even though she tried to stifle it, Draco still heard the light whimper she gave at the sight of his hard cock springing free from his briefs.

He stayed standing before her for a few more moments, letting his ego get the better of him. Draco knew he was in fit shape, knew that he was ogled by the ladies at the Ministry whenever he would pay a visit. But he didn't care except for the honey coloured eyes that were currently raking over his form, assessing every inch that she could see. He watched with unashamed pride as her eyes darkened the longer she gazed at him.

The alpha in him was practically soaring over the clouds at the look of want that was clearly painted across Hermione's face at this very moment.

"Like what you see, pet?" he murmured and lowered himself to stalk over her on the bed.

She nodded fervently. Before Draco could chastise her, she remembered to use her words: "Yes, very much, sir."

Draco couldn't help the shudder course through him at the use of that word.

Hermione brought her hands up to run through the silky strands of his short hair. She delighted in the purr it elicited from him and the nuzzle of his cheek against her forearm. Draco kissed her soundly, swallowing her loud moan. He purred again when he felt the prick of her nails in his scalp as she ran those talons down the back of his neck and across his shoulders.

He would happily wear her marks every day of the rest of his life if given the choice.

Draco teased her slowly, running a hand down her side, rounding her bum and hitching her leg over his hips so he could press his hard length against her fully. Her sharp gasp and cant of her hips told him all he needed to know about her readiness to take him.

"No, darling," he whispered and pulled at her wrist as she tried to sneakily reach between them to palm him in her hand. "You can play later, pet, I promise," he kissed her pout away and pinned her wrist next to her head.

Her whine turned into a moan as he rolled his hips again.

"Alpha," she groaned, "Alpha, sir, please…"

Draco chuckled and slid his hand between their bodies. Hermione gasped as his fingers pushed into her slick heat with ease. "Are you ready for me, pet?"

She whined and pressed her hips upwawrds, taking his hand further inside.

"Such a good girl. Already so wet and willing for me."

"Yes," she keened, "Yes, please. I need-"

Hermione's eyes widened, her mouth forming an "O" as Draco swiftly removed his fingers, replacing them with the thick head of his cock. He studied her expression as he slowly rocked his hips, pulling out just ever so slightly before pushing further in. He lowered his head and murmured praise to her for being such a good little omega for him as he continued to fill her. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't be so concerned about her taking him into her sweet pussy. However with his alpha instincts taking over, Draco's cock was overly swelled and it was a painful pleasure to ease into Hermione's swollen heat.

He groaned as she completely enveloped him with one final push. Draco kissed her gently as he waited just a moment for her to adjust to her first time with an alpha cock buried inside her.

"Breathe, pet," he murmured against her lips and he kissed her again, "Breathe."

"M-move? I…I want to feel you," a pretty blush heated her face at her admission.

Draco was more than happy to oblige her request and started slowly, delighting in Hermione's breathing turning into quick pants. Her already swollen walls now clenched him even tighter and Draco swore nirvana was within his reach. His thrusts picked up pace at her urging moans and soon Draco was thoroughly fucking the little omega in his arms. A pleasurable pain flared across his back and arms as he sat back on his haunches and hauled her up into his lap, her hands now free to rake across his skin.

Draco snaked a hand up across her back as he thrust into her, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling roughly, baring her neck to him. Every instinct, every muscle was tensed and ready to sink his teeth into the perfect spot, to claim her as his own. Instead he latched onto the skin above her gland and sucked hard. Hermione screamed as her orgasm overtook her but Draco didn't stop thrusting through her shudders.

He could feel the final swelling of his cock, the knot forming at the base. Hermione was whimpering and gave a small cry as another orgasm fluttered through her, her head lolling back. He made sure to leave the knot just outside of her before releasing her neck and letting out a roar as he spilled into her.

Draco held Hermione flush against him as their panting returned to normal and their heartbeats steadied again. He kissed her softly as he slowly pulled out of her, groaning at the loss of that perfect warmth. Hermione's head lolled around, her gaze lazy as she looked at him through half-lidded eyes. She smiled at him and Draco felt that surge of pride at being the one to make her feel so thoroughly spent.

Carefully, he rose from the bed, her legs still clutched around him. He pulled the silk comforter back then lay her down, pulling her legs away from his waist before curling in behind her. By the time Draco had tucked the comforter back around them, Hermione was sound asleep. He watched with fascination as her face twitched and relaxed while she dreamed. He gently brushed a curl away from her face and pressed a kiss against her cheek.

Draco considered himself the luckiest man alive in that moment as he wrapped his arms around Hermione and buried his face in her wild curls.

Luckiest man indeed.