Draco lay comfortably in his seemingly overly large bed, completely satiated with his mate draped over top of him. She was snuggled into his side, her leg haplessly tossed over his own, the warm apex of her thighs nestled snug against his own. He could feel the result of their latest coupling start to dribble onto his leg from inside her. But Draco found he couldn't bring himself to care about it. It just reminded him that he'd found what his heart had been missing…His mate.
Her.
Hermione.
He gazed down at the witch who snoozed soundly in his arms as he lazily grazed his fingers across her naked back. To say they had fucked like animals for the last hour would be an understatement in his honest and slightly smug opinion. He had worried that a rut would take over him after marking her but he instead found himself as clear headed as possible while seating himself deeply inside her. Though if he were being honest he also felt like he was drunk on her scent and the feeling of her sweet cunt gripping his cock so perfectly tightly every time.
He determined he would never tire of having sex with his mate.
Mate.
"What signs?" She had asked him. How does one explain signs that had previously been ignored? That had been tossed aside as nothing but an infatuation?
Draco had always wondered why she had always captured his attention since they had been children. He could always pick her out from the crowd. Always knew exactly where she was without having to look. He thought it had been because she infuriated him so much. But now…now he knew better.
He should've known when he'd been in his fourth year, learning how his own anatomy worked and finding himself pleasuring his cock to lewd imaginations of her. He'd thought it had been jealousy of her besting him in classes as one particular fantasy replayed over and over: her bent over his potions desk, plunging his cock ruthlessly into her dripping pussy as she recited the ingredients for the wolfsbane potion after she had bungled their assignment.
He had slightly blushed and stumbled over his words as he recounted some of his musings to her. By gods, he wasn't sure if he could tell her of his fantasies….at least, maybe not yet.
"What else?" She has asked him.
The last twelve hours should've been sign enough. Draco had been with omegas before—very few—but knew that they always asked the alpha to bond with them. Usually once the initial rejection occurred, that was the end of it. But Hermione had been so insistent on it. And he had nearly given in, wanted to give in to her every want, her every need, her every request. It shook him to his core how much he had wanted to fall to his knees at her feet and complete whatever she demanded.
He told her as much. Told her how it frightened him to lose himself so completely to someone. And when she'd admitted the same, Draco felt his heart soar at the admission. She was just as lost to him as he was to her.
He'd taken her slowly, lovingly after she'd admitted to watching him secretly over the last year. After she admitted to feeling the same way during their years at school though she'd chalked hers up to him just being a prat.
Draco had kissed her sweetly, tenderly, as he'd eased inside her sore center. Hermione had groaned at the feeling of being stretched again so soon. It was delicious. It was heaven. With every punctuated thrust of his hips, Draco recounted to her the last year and how she had driven him mad with want. How the few times he had suffered a rut, she had been the one on his mind. At her admission of almost calling on him during her heats, Draco suckled harshly at the joint of her shoulder, right at her gland, leaving a bruise.
"Never again, pet. All your heats are mine. All your orgasms are mine," he'd growled in her ear, delighting in her whimpers and the bucking of her hips to urge him to move more. More.
He'd obliged and was soon rutting against her harshly, delighting in the moans that she couldn't hold back. Draco found that he adored the way she would try so hard to keep quiet, to not be too loud. He delighted in how she eventually succumbed and was soon openly voicing just how good he felt filling her up completely. How good it felt to finally feel complete.
"Your parents? Will they…will they accept it? Us?" She had worried her bottom lip as she'd hesitantly asked.
"They have no choice." He told her in such a tone it left no questions or doubts in her mind. Draco explained that although they had no choice and couldn't deny the bond, he knew that his parents just wanted him to be happy after everything they had put him through. They'd told him as much when the subject of finding a wife had been brought up by his mother on more than one occasion. Though they'd never broached the subject of a non-pureblood becoming the next Mrs Malfoy, Draco was quite certain they wouldn't object to Hermione being his mate.
Draco, slightly smug, recounted to his mate everything he could remember in his research about the designations since he'd presented a year ago, much to Hermione's annoyance at feeling deprived of that knowledge. He'd smirked and, as he feasted on her again, he promised to give her a thorough tour of the expansive Malfoy library later (with every intention of taking her on every surface he could manage).
Draco sighed and relished in the calm, happy feeling radiating from himself as Hermione pressed herself further against him in her sleep. He gazed down at her, noting her lips that were plump from being thoroughly kissed and nibbled. Noted the spatter of freckles that spanned across her nose, the way her eyebrow twitched while she dreamed.
He gently pushed her errant curls aside and observed his handiwork across her shoulder. He was smug at the marks that adorned her body, the obvious bites and sucking he had done to claim her over and over again. He'd delighted in how she had urged him on more, more, more when his mouth had grasped onto any of her glands, how she had nearly orgasmed at the feel every time, how she had clenched around him so tightly he almost saw stars as he'd roared his release inside of her again.
Draco found one of his favourite spots to lave his tongue over was along the inside of her wrist, flicking the gland there with his tongue, while he slowly dragged his cock across her engorged clit over and over again, driving her wild. Hermione's pupils would blow wide, her eyes going wholly black and the beautiful blush would spread across her skin as she'd wriggle beneath him, urging him to slide into her already. He refused to relent and give in until she openly voiced what she wanted. Though both of them were stubborn, Draco was finding that his resilience could outlast hers for a short time.
Hermione stirred then, shifting and stretching sinfully against him. She nuzzled her face further into Draco's chest before her eyes fluttered open. Though they had done hours of lovemaking, exploring each other's bodies so thoroughly, she still blushed as she looked up at him.
"How are you feeling, pet?" Draco murmured, kissing the top of her head. "Your heat should be over now."
"Tired," she hummed and stretched again, her fingers tracing lazy circles across his chest. Draco practically purred in appreciation at her attention, the alpha inside him finally content.
"Are you ready to face the day yet?" he asked, brushing her hair back.
She hummed again and Draco watched as she thought for a moment. "I'm honestly not sure. I'd rather just stay like this with you, to be honest. Do we have to?"
Draco huffed a quiet laugh at her whining and shook his head. "Pet, I would love to spend the rest of my life in this room ravishing you. But unfortunately we can't."
She pouted and Draco leaned down to kiss her, pulling her lip into his mouth. She moaned and he smirked when she rubbed against his thigh, clearly still in the last moments on her heat.
"Later," he spoke softly against her lips, "I promise. Later, mate."
She whimpered when he pulled away and moved to get up from the bed. He shook his head at her antics and stood, stretching fully. He barely heard her hum of appreciation and knew that she was watching every part of him as he moved across the room. Donning his black silk pyjama pants, he turned back to find her sitting up in his bed, the covers pulled up over her knees as she hugged them, watching him. He raked a hand through his hair, pushing it back and watched as she bit her bottom lip.
"Hermione."
"Hmm?" her eyes roved over him and the alpha shook awake at the heated gazed from his mate
"Hermione," Draco smiled and crawled over the bed to her. "We need to get up and out of bed."
"Hmm," she hummed and tilted her face upwards, silently asking for a kiss. "Fine."
He obliged and kissed her thoroughly once more before pulling her up from the bed. Though her heat had ended, Hermione was still in the afterglow of it, waiting for instructions from her alpha and obediently following them once given. Draco laughed at her antics when she tried to wiggle against him as he helped her dress, conjuring a simple black sweater dress for her.
Though the alpha was snarling at the thought of covering up her marks, he knew that once the afterglow wore off Hermione would become very self-conscious about the markings. Especially considering they would be seeing their families today.
He left her curls wild, though a bit more tamed. He enjoyed the way they framed her face and spilled past her shoulders. A mix of different coils and waves. Perfectly imperfect.
Once they were done dressing, Draco led the way through the manor, giving her a brief history on the different portraits and artefacts that littered the house.
"This was my great-great Uncle Octavious, He was a little ambitious, almost too Slytherin if you think about it. He was admitted to St Mungos in his final years for being extremely adamant that he could fly like a bird…and attempting it several times off the roof of his house."
Hermione had oooh'd and aahh'd and commented on the brightness of the previously dark manor. Though she'd visited before for a few charity galas, it'd always been confined to the ballroom and the back grounds. She hadn't been in the rest of the manor since…since that night…
Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy had outdone themselves in re-imagining their once dark home. Gone were the darkened halls, replaced with brightness in silvers and whites. A complete contrast. When she commented on such, Draco smiled and told her that his parents had taken on the nearly impossible task of refashioning their home, wanting to start anew as much as they could.
"It's beautiful," Hermione sighed.
"Why thank you," a soft voice came from behind them.
Hermione whirled around to come face to face with the matriarch Malfoy herself, draped in simple dark blue dress robes accented with gold threads. Draco smiled at his mother as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Mother," he spoke softly and gestured toward his mate, "I'd like to introduce you to-"
"Yes, I know," she smiled and shook Hermione's hand gently, "My son has finally found you. And I couldn't be happier. Come. We have much to discuss."
