Draco
I catch Astoria before her last class of the day, "hello, my dove," I smile at her.
"What a nice surprise! I thought we were meeting up after our classes for the day?" She smiles and leans her back against a column.
"I have to work on my volunteer hours after my last class and I forgot. I didn't want you to be waiting for me," I explain as I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, "sorry."
A small pout plays out on her lips, "that's no fun. But thank you for telling me."
I smile and grab her books from her hands, "so let me walk you to your next class."
"Always the gentlemen," she hums and we start walking to her class together. Meaningless conversation flows between us until we are at the door to her class. I hand over her books and give her a smile before heading to Muggle Studies.
I settle in next to Theo and find my mind wandering as to what the upcoming lesson with Granger is going to be like. She said she brought shorts so maybe she's anticipating getting off the ground today…
The class moves achingly slow and I'm counting down to when it's over. Once it is, I pack up my things methodically to not seemed rushed.
"You headed to the Common Room?" Theo asks me as he packs up as well.
"No, I have community service," I pull on my backpack and give him a nod, "see you at dinner."
"Later, Draco." He nods back.
I take the long way to pass the Herbology classroom and see Granger making her way towards Black Lake. My pace quickens and I catch up with her, "Granger."
"Malfoy," she hums in response, not even glancing at me. As usual, she seems tense.
"Okay, so today… I think it's best if we fly together-"
"On the same broom?!"
"On the same broom," I affirm with a nod, "I'll have you in front and once we are off the ground, I'll let you take control so you can understand what I mean when I say feel your magic within the broom." We approach the spot we were at before.
I watch her pull her robes off and take in her long legs. She is wearing nude stockings and all I want to do is sink my teeth into the soft flesh where I know the stocking ends.
Stop.
Dragging my focus away from her, I pull off my own robes and roll my shirt sleeves up. "Accio Nimbus 2001," I call out and turn to speak to her but lose what I'm going to say as I watch her pull up her short spandex shorts over her legs. Just as I suspected, the lace of her thigh highs comes into view and any tether I have to reality is lost. Her skirt falls back into place, hiding the lace once again.
"Malfoy?" She asks, raising her brows.
"Hm? Oh right," I hold my hand out and my broom finds its way to my palm . Placing it between my legs, I look at Granger, "get on in front of me."
Her face pales slightly but her feet carry herself over to me. That's when I notice she also changed shoes. She replaced the pump with the black leather boots she wore coming into Hogwarts. Why would I remember that?
Holding down the front of her skirt, Granger puts a leg over the broom and holds on to the spot in front of her. I scoot up the broom so her back is flush with my chest and I resist the urge to bury my face in her neck and find the source of that mouth-watering scent that I suspect belongs to her. She gasps a little and starts to turn her head but pauses and moves her eyes forward, "ready."
I nod, "hold on, Granger. I promise I won't let you fall." I want to say, I promise I won't hurt you, I won't let you get hurt, I will protect you–no, that's what my alpha wants to say.
"Reassuring," she mutters.
I kick off the ground and she draws in a sharp breath. I feel her scoot further back into me and I bring my hands down a little so she's better trapped in my arms. My alpha is at the surface, wanting to take over. Being so close to someone my alpha needs makes it much more difficult to keep control.
After we reach about twenty feet into the air, I have us hover in that spot until she's relaxed enough to hear instructions. "Just off the ground, no higher than this. Just hovering here. Not going anywhere," I murmur in her ear. My alpha wants to trace the shell of her ear with my tongue and hear the-enough. Drawing on my occulemency, I build a firm wall between my alpha and me. I need to focus to be able to best help Granger. Not seduce the witch.
A shiver runs through her and she leans back into me. We stay hovering until she lets out a long breath, "okay. What now?" She starts to lean over to look down and I put a hand on her thigh. Wonder how soft her legs– I banish the end of that thought from my mind.
"Don't look down. We aren't focusing on how high we are or any of that. I want you to close your eyes and focus on the power running through the broom. With both of us on it, it's practically vibrating." I move my hand after speaking and she nods a bit with a thick swallow.
At least ten minutes go by before Hermione nods again, "I feel it. It's not strong to me… but I feel it."
"Good," I praise, "I want you to focus on the broom carrying us back down."
A moment of silence follows my words before she clears her throat, "do I just… ask the broom? Do I visualize us on the ground? Ho-how do I do this?"
"Think it, will it, visualize it, however you feel is best and that works with your magic," I answer quietly.
A few minutes go by before I feel the broom starting to lower inch-by-inch. Hermione is rigid under me and when I lean around to look at her face, her eyes are screwed shut. Her posture remains that way until our feet hit the ground. She slumps against me for a moment and is breathing heavily, "shit," she mutters.
An amused smile plays out on my lips, "well done, Granger." I pat her arm lightly. I can feel my alpha preening at how she is leaning on me to rest and I shove my alpha down.
Her back straightens and she stops leaning against me. "Thanks," she breathes out and brings her leg around so she's not on the broom anymore. "I can't believe I got us on the ground," she says with laugh of disbelief, and puts her hands on her sides.
A dry chuckle comes from me. "Nothing the Brightest Witch of Her Age can't do," I tease.
Blushing, Hermione shrugs a bit and goes to pick up her robes, "thank you. Same time tomorrow?"
"I have a test to study for… how about we meet every Tuesday and Thursday for now. I know we have a lot on our plates academically." I offer, shrugging my robes back on.
"That works great," she puts her book bag on her shoulder.
"I'll walk with you back to the castle," I hold my broom in one hand and my book bag in the other.
Hermione gives me a surprised look but doesn't say anything. Together, we start towards the castle.
It is a quiet journey except for a couple small conversations about upcoming projects.
"See you tomorrow in class," she says with a wave and heads off towards Gryffindor Tower. A small wave comes from me and I head towards the dungeons, unaware that Pansy is in the shadows, watching Granger and me.
Hermione
"Granger," Malfoy's voice comes from behind me.
"Malfoy," I hum in response, keeping my eyes forward. Now that he is walking with me, his scent is wrapping itself around me and my omega can't stop drinking it in.
"Okay, so today… I think it's best if we fly together-"
His words pull me from my internal dialogue, "on the same broom!?" There is no way in hell I'd be getting on the same broom as him. I'm barely able to keep my omega reigned in with just his scent! And having him against me, I'll be lucky if I win out against the internal war I'm having.
"On the same broom," he affirms, "I'll have you in front and once we are off the ground, I'll let you take control so you can understand what I mean when I say feel your magic within the broom."
Mulling his words over, I pull off my robes. I dig into my backpack and find the shorts and boots I brought along for today's lesson. Balancing myself, I push a barefoot through one of the leg holes and shove my foot into my boot before doing the same thing with the other leg. Not wanting to flash anyone, I pull my shorts up quickly. I hear Draco accio his broom and finish pulling on my shorts so my skirt falls back into place. Once I look at him, his eyes are far away and he's lost in thought, "Malfoy?" I raise my brows.
His broom comes whistling towards us and he's pulled from his reverie. "Hm? Oh right," he holds his hand out and the broom settles itself against his hand. Mounting it, he looks expectantly at me, "get on in front of me."
My face pales. I did not want to be that close to Draco Malfoy. I do, I want to feel how strong my alpha-enough. I carry myself over to him and get on the broom, careful to not flash my shorts. Once I'm on, I feel Malfoy come closer behind me so his chest is against my back. His scent overwhelms me and my mouth waters. Desperation fills my veins at needing his touch. I want to curl up in his warmth and let him hold me. In a bout of determination to get ahold of myself, I turn to tell him to scoot back but just as I'm about to turn my head I realize our lips would be awfully close. I freeze and just focus my eyes forward again, "ready."
"Hold on, Granger. I promise I won't let you fall," his words are a promise drenched in his alpha tone.
But not even that can subdue my anxieties and nerves about this. It's bloody Draco Malfoy, how the hell am I supposed to believe him? "Reassuring," I mutter.
He kicks off the ground and I gasp. Fear grips me by the throat and I find myself pushing back on the alpha, wanting to feel protected. His grip on the broom is moved to just above mine and his arms are pressed around me. I relax a bit at this and just keep staring holes into the horizon line. We stop moving and I stay rigid, my anxiety feels palpable. Draco's alpha is rolling off comforting pheromones that eventually make me relax. "Just off the ground, no higher than this. Just hovering here. Not going anywhere," Draco reassures with soft words that tickle my ear. A small shiver comes from me that I hope he interprets as fear and not the effect he's having on me. I can feel my arousal starting to make my panties damp and I find myself praying the uncomfortable spandex shorts are keeping the scent of my arousal at bay.
I focus on my breathing and try to calm down. I didn't have time to be horny. And definitely not for Draco Malfoy.
Letting go of a breath I don't realize I'm holding, I find my words, "okay. What now?" I start to peek over our arms to see how far off the ground we are.
His large, warm hand grips my thigh causing me to pause, "don't look down. We aren't focusing on how high we are or any of that. I want you to close your eyes and focus on the power running through the broom. With both of us on it, it's practically vibrating." He moves his hand after speaking and my body is going haywire.
I'm beating myself up for wearing tights because I want to feel him skin-to-skin. No. Yes. Pay attention, I remind myself, and focus on feeling my magic within the broom. Or his magic. Honestly, any magic would be comforting at this point. My eyes close and I focus on the smooth wood under my hands, amazed that it's holding both me and Draco up. It feels like eons of me trying to feel for it before I finally can feel the smallest trickle of magic. It's warm and it's silently thrumming through the wood, "I feel it. It's not strong to me… but I feel it."
"Good," he praises in my ear and I almost purr. An alpha's praise always made it difficult to conceal myself. "I want you to focus on the broom carrying us back down."
That pushes any feelings of arousal down. Focus. I run through the different ways I can get us on the ground but I'm unsure of the way to go about doing it. I clear my throat and quietly ask, "do I just… ask the broom? Do I visualize us on the ground? Ho-how do I do this?"
His words are just as quiet when he responds, "think it, will it, visualize it, however you feel is best and that works with your magic."
Visualize it, think it, will it. I picture the ground beneath our feet, and I tell myself I trust the broom to do that. Draco said he wouldn't let anything happen to me. With that, I feel the broom go down an inch and another. It goes until my feet hit the ground. It takes everything in me to not jump off and kiss the ground itself. My energy feels drained and I slump back against Malfoy. "Shit," I mutter. He smells so good. I want to curl into him and have him hold me until I can stand. I can bloody stand.
"Well done, Granger," he praises and I almost go putty in his arms. He pats my arm and I straighten, remembering my place. Remembering who he is.
"Thanks," I breathe out and get off the broom. "I can't believe I got us on the ground!"
"Nothing the Brightest Witch of Her Age can't do," he teases with a chuckle.
I blush. I can't tell if he's being playful or mean. Ignoring my thoughts, I pick up my robes and shrug into them, "thank you. Same time tomorrow?" A small part of me is hoping he says yes and I squash that small piece of me quickly before it grows.
"I have a test to study for… how about we meet every Tuesday and Thursday for now. I know we have a lot on our plates academically." he offers, pulling his robes on.
"That works great," I put my backpack on. That is definitely a more realistic expectation for our lessons considering our course load.
"I'll walk with you back to the castle," Malfoy holds the broom in one hand and his backpack in the other.
I'm a little surprised he's not flying off like he did last time. Instead of forcing conversation, I just lead us back to the castle. We have a few words about upcoming projects but nothing else. And with him not crowding my space, I have more of a clear head.
Once we get to the castle, I wave goodbye, "see you tomorrow in class." I start towards the Gryffindor Tower. I hurry through the castle and say quick greetings to friends in the common room before getting to my room.
My heat is next week. I need to be on my guard more around Malfoy, especially with my omega so keen on him. I sit next to Crookshanks in the window seat and give his head a scratch, "hi Crookshanks," I coo before grabbing my book bag and fishing the letter out. The one that Pansy read. I roll my eyes and grab parchment and a quill out of my bag as well.
Dear Viktor,
It's so good to hear from you! I think we are going to Hogsmeade in two weeks. I would love to grab lunch and catch up. I'll let you know the exact date.
With Affection,
Hermione
"I'm going to run this to the owlery after dinner," I tell Crookshanks and set it next to me. "Shall we get started on coursework?" I pick up my bag and go to the small desk in my room, settling in until dinner.