Draco

Her pink lips part slightly, and a soft moan spills forth, "Alpha." Her warm eyes grow dark with need and I want to take her as mine.

My omega.

With a sharp exhale, I break the trance my alpha seems to be in. A low growl of acknowledgment comes from me as I move over her in a heartbeat. With a gentle touch, I guide her to lie back in the grass. Her legs spread open, inviting me to enter the space between them. My arms brace on either side of her to keep my weight off her delicate frame, ensuring my sweet, small omega is comfortable and safe beneath me. The air around us is charged with heat and desire.

My nose instinctively searches for the source of her scent, and Hermione willingly yields to my touch. As her hands roam up my arms and down my back, a soft purr escapes her lips, "alpha."

Her sounds stoke the fire of my primal self, causing my jaw to clench in yearning to claim and mark her as mine. To bite and break the skin on the precious spot that would bond us together for the rest of our lives, making her my omega. I resist the urge and instead nuzzle my face against her damp neck, inhaling deeply and pressing my nose against her scent gland. A quiet moan comes from her and her nails dig into my shoulder at the pressure against her sensitive gland. "Smell so good, sweet omega," I pant out against her skin before flicking my tongue out against it, wanting to taste her. A delicate hand finds its way to my hair and gets a firm grip before shoving my face further into her neck.

"Alpha, please," she begs, her hips rutting up against me, digging a heel into the back of my thigh.

Another low growl rumbles out of my chest and I bite her shoulder before straddling her at her waist. I need to see more of her. My hands reach for the center of her button down and I rip it open, exposing a black lace bra against her pale skin. I'd bet fifty galleons she's wearing matching panties too. Her small hands reach for the bottom of my shirt and I yank it off, tossing it aside with a wet-sounding plop. Hermione takes to exploring my torso immediately while I stare at her body in reverence.

"Such a strong alpha," she purrs out, letting her hands trail from my chest and down to the waistband of my trousers. The scent of her slick is potent in the air and it makes me want to bury my head between her legs and lick and suck and nibble until she can't take it anymore and begs me to stop.

My dick is straining against the fabric of my trousers, causing a bulge in the dark slacks, which Hermione hasn't taken her eyes off of since she's finished exploring my bare chest. Her fingertips trace the apex of the bulge and I inhale sharply.

This isn't right, I'm screaming at my alpha. She's fresh from a heat, this is taking advantage of her in a vulnerable state.

"Need alpha's knot," she whimpers, her dark eyes blazing with heat, I can tell her lucidity is long gone.

This isn't Hermione, this is solely her omega, this is not right! I didn't act like this during fourth year with that Beauxbeaton omega but she also didn't smell like this or bring my alpha to his knees like this.

I lean down once again, burying my face in her neck and inhaling the heady scent of this perfect creature. I trail my tongue along her neck, tracing the curve of her jawline before nibbling on her chin. I press light kisses up her face, moving closer until our noses are touching, "mine," I growl against her lips, nuzzling my nose against hers. My fingers trace a feather-light line down her chest and between her breasts before pausing at her navel. I hold my breath, waiting for my omega's reaction to my touch. Her eyes flutter shut while sounds of appreciation and quiet pleas are moaned out for me to do more, give more.

She'll hate me if I do anything.

"Yours," she agrees, closing the distance between our lips. Despite my alpha howling in victory, my lucid mind is screaming in protest. I never wanted to kiss Hermione under these circumstances. I want Hermione in her sound state of mind, making a conscious choice with me.

As these sobering thoughts begin to flood my mind, I'm able to get a grip on my alpha. I slowly pull away from Hermione, ignoring the snarls of protest from my alpha. I blink rapidly trying to shake off the heated haze that had taken over me. Despite my efforts, the struggle for control persists, with my alpha hovering at the edge of taking over. I keep reminding myself that Hermione deserves better than this, better than me, and certainly does not deserve an alpha taking advantage of her.

Hermione's hurt whine echoes in my ears as I break our kiss, and I feel her hands cling to my shoulders, trying to pull me back down. Reluctantly, I shift to get off of her and pull her into my lap, cradling her close to comfort her. I rub her back, trying to bring her back to the present moment, "Hermione," I murmur, my voice laced with the commanding tone of my alpha as I try to reach her conscious self, "come back to me." She responds by pressing her chest against mine and nuzzling my neck.

I squeeze the back of her neck lightly, "c'mon Granger, come back." She shifts her position so that her head is resting against my bare chest, her gaze upturned to meet mine. After a few more moments of gentle coaxing, her eyes gradually return to their natural amber color instead of the dark, lust-filled gaze. "Granger?"

Hermione

It's like I'm plunging into the depths of Black Lake again. My grip on my consciousness slips further and further away, while my body grows entirely pliant with my omega taking the lead. He buries his face in my neck, breathing in deeply and pressing his nose against my scent gland. Despite being on the other side of my heat, every touch from Draco sends shivers of need through me and I can't help but dig my nails into his shoulders, "smell so good, omega," he pants against my feverish skin. Slick is seeping into my already damp panties.

My mind is chanting 'alpha' over and over again as I grip his hair tightly and push his face further into my neck. I crave him in a way that I've never craved anyone else before. Not Ron, Not Viktor… "Alpha, please," I plead with him as I dig my heel into his thigh and grind my hips against him. Another whine is on the verge of escaping my lips, urging him to mate me, mark me, and claim me as his but is cut off by a low growl that rumbles from Draco's chest. His teeth sink into my shoulder and a quiet moan comes from me instead. I know my slick is soaking my shorts now but none of that matters. All that matters is trying to get my alpha's knot.

As Draco straddles my waist, I watch him rip open my shirt, buttons flying everywhere, but I'm too focused on trying to get him to remove his t-shirt. As soon as he removes his shirt, I run my hands up and down his torso, feeling every contour of strong muscle and tracing every scar with my fingertips, "such a strong alpha," I purr, trailing my fingers down his chest to the waistband of his trousers. His cock is straining against the wet fabric and I feel slick flood my shorts and my mouth waters. All I want to do is have him bury that in me, filling me up with his knot and cum. Swallowing thickly, I run my fingers over the obvious arousal. For me. This is all for me, my omega could weep from the joy of acceptance from our alpha. When I feel his cock twitch and hear him gasp, a shiver of desire surges over me. "Need alpha's knot," I plead with a soft whimper. He drops his head and buries his face in my neck again.

I feel his tongue lick a path up my neck, leaving me breathless. His lips move up to my jawline and he nibbles on my chin, causing another wave of arousal to make its way through my body. He presses light kisses up my face, his breath hot against my feverish skin. Our noses touch and he growls against my lips, "mine." My omega rejoices; this is everything I've ever wanted. My alpha is calling me his. His fingers trace down my chest, skim my breasts, and to my navel, igniting a trail of heat as they go.

My eyes close as soft moans escape me, my desires for him spilling out in a jumbled mess of words. I need more. I want more. "Yours," I murmur, leaning in to press my lips against his. I need to taste him. His lips are soft and warm against mine, fitting perfectly together. Such a perfect alpha, strong, handsome, brave, my thoughts overflow with praise for him.

But just as fast as our kiss happened, it is already ending as Draco pulls away from me. My hands quickly grab at his shoulders to pull him in again, feeling rejected and insecure. From deep within my omega, comes a soft, pained whimper.

Draco gently shifts me onto his lap and begins to rub my back in a comforting manner. "Hermione," his alpha tone pierces through my omega's racing thoughts, calling out to my consciousness, "come back to me."

My omega keeps her control, pushing me off. I press my chest against his and bury my face in his neck to find the source of my favorite scent. His hand lightly grips the back of my neck, his fingers brushing over my scent gland before giving it a gentle squeeze, "c'mon Granger, come back."

I adjust my position in his lap, resting my head against his chest, listening to the comforting thump of his strong heartbeat as I gaze up at him. He continues to persuade my omega into a sense of comfort until I'm able to regain full control. Drawing on my occulmency, I build a firm barrier between myself and my omega, wanting to keep her in the back seat after that sordid display.

"Granger?" Malfoy's voice is tender and hesitant, perhaps a little embarrassed.

I'm still a bit disoriented from being in my omega headspace so all I can do is blink at him for a moment before taking in our surroundings and assessing the situation. I'm in Malfoy's lap and I'm pretty sure that isn't his wand poking my ass. He's shirtless, my shirt has been torn open. Sitting up straight, I gingerly slip off his lap and quickly fold my arms to cover my ruined button-down shirt. "Uh," I manage to stutter out, feeling embarrassed, flustered, and outright exposed. I have no idea what to say. He was just on top of me, our warm bodies pressed together, with my hand on his dick.

And worst of all, he knows I'm an omega.