Draco
Hermione and I made the decision to cancel our flying lessons and library meetings for the rest of the week. With Hermione's last-minute dress shopping, being told she's going to be speaking at the ball and Astoria demanding my time this week, our schedules have become increasingly packed.
Astoria is insistent on going over every detail of our entrance, my role as her escort, and the type of dancing we'll be doing have added to my responsibilities as her betrothed–regardless of how mundane it is. It doesn't help that my alpha is perturbed by the lack of time spent with "my'' omega.
But all this meticulous planning on Astoria's part is finally coming to fruition. Blaise, Theo, and I find ourselves seated among the other Slytherin students, waiting for our respective dates to meet us in the common room. Blaise smuggled in fire whiskey for the occasion. He pours the rich amber liquid into three crystal whiskey glasses and passes them around to us.
"Heard a rumor that you asked Granger to the dance, Nott, is it true?" Blaise leans with a glint of mischievousness and curiosity in his eyes.
"It is," he confirms, taking a deliberate sip from his glass. "However, she already had a date."
"Think it's Krum? I mean, the girls think they are together," Blaise raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
My alpha stirs with irritation, and I can sense Theo's annoyance lingering in the air, only fueling my alpha's restlessness.
"I couldn't care less about who her date is. Next time, I'll simply ask earlier," he replies, determined to brush off the situation.
"You're giving her flying lessons, aren't you, Draco? Did she mention anything?" Blaise asks, refilling his glass with the amber liquid.
I watch the liquid fill his glass and offer a casual remark, "you might want to slow down, Zabini." Taking a sip, I continue, "as we don't discuss personal matters, no, she hasn't mentioned anything."
Blaise smirks, his tone laced with innuendo. "Oh, the things I would do to assist Granger in handling a broomstick," he winks suggestively.
I can feel my hackles raise at the objectifying comments but I choose to maintain my silence during their argument. I'm a betrothed man, with my secondary biology attracted to an omega who is doing her best to keep it secret.
"Shut it, Zabini. Hermione isn't an object for you to objectify. She's brilliant, kind, and stunning," Theo asserts firmly.
A quiet anger starts to seep through me as I hear him praise my omega. My grip on the glass tightens, and I take another deliberate sip as they continue to argue.
"Take it easy, Nott," Blaise retorts with a snort. "It's not that deep."
Theo shoots Blaise a stern glance, to which he responds with a mischievous grin and gulps down the remainder of his drink.
I let out a quiet hum. "Zabini, we all know you can't handle your liquor. If we end up getting caught because you decide to vomit on everyone, rest assured that I'll hex you every morning at breakfast to ensure you have a thoroughly miserable day." I threaten, checking my watch.
Astoria should be coming down at any moment.
Hermione
Ginny, Luna, and I indulged in a morning of pampering and relaxation before the ball. We managed to sneak into the perfect bathrooms for luxurious baths, sharing laughs and stories as we soaked. Afterward, we gathered in my room, carefully tending to our nails, and we helped each other with hair and makeup. With my nest put away and Draco's robe safely hidden, we lounged together in silk robes and slippers, savoring the anticipation of the upcoming event.
A small paper airplane gracefully glides through the narrow opening of my partially opened window, landing gently on my lap. I eagerly unfold it, my smile widening as I recognize Viktor's handwriting.
"Ooh, a love note!" Ginny playfully leans against me, her curiosity piqued.
"It is from Viktor," I reply, a tinge of disappointment evident in my voice. My omega shares in the disappointment. "He's going to be a bit late in arriving. Something with quidditch is holding him up."
"Nargles love the quaffles from Quidditch. I bet they have something to do with it," Luna muses, glancing at the clock. "Oh! I need to change into my dress. Neville and I are going to take a walk together before the ball." her smile brightens as she stands.
Ginny's eyes follow Luna's gaze to the clock, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Oh! Harry should be here any moment!" She jumps up, excitement in her voice.
"I'll help you two get dressed. I still have a bit more time," I offer, standing up and unzipping the garment bags that hold their carefully chosen dresses.
Ginny opted for a sleek, body-hugging silver dress with a scoop neckline that shimmers like mercury, accentuating her curves in all the right places. Luna, on the other hand, has chosen an ethereal powder blue gown with a sweetheart neckline and an A-Line skirt that is enchanted to sparkle with every moment she makes.
After the girls are dressed and I've spent ample time gushing over their stunning appearances, I find myself alone in my room. With a sigh, I set about fixing my bed, transforming it back into the cozy nest that brings me comfort. With my nest being assembled, bringing Viktor into this personal space is out of the question.
Retrieving Draco's robe from the depths of my closet, I carefully arrange it within my nest, adding a touch of familiarity and solace. Finally, I settle into the nest minding my hair, allowing myself a few moments of relaxation before I have to get dressed.
A soft knock echoes at my door, causing me to furrow my brow in curiosity. I rise from my seat and make my way to the door, my voice muffled by the wooden barrier as I inquire, "Who is it?"
"Do you really have to ask?" Harry's voice responds, carrying through the door with a hint of playfulness.
A grin spreads across my face as I swing the door open. "Harry!" I exclaim, unable to contain my excitement as I envelop him in a tight hug. His scent brings a sense of comfort, akin to being with a brother. "It's so good to see you! How's Auror training going?" I inquire, stepping back slightly and placing my hands on his shoulders.
Dressed impeccably in his tuxedo, complete with a silver bow tie matching Ginny's dress, Harry gives a slight shrug. "It's going well. But... with everything happening here, I can't help but feel like I'm missing out."
"Regretting not coming back for the eighth year?" I tease, gesturing for him to enter my room.
"Only a little," he responds, his gaze briefly scanning the room, pausing momentarily on my nest. "You're being safe, right?"
"Of course," I assure him with a smile, trying to push aside the unease stirring within me at the sight of Draco's robe tucked within my nest, hoping Harry doesn't notice. "And yes, I asked Viktor to be my date. We've... reconnected."
Harry chuckles, offering a word of caution. "Better not mention it to Ron." He meets my eyes again. "Well, I told Ginny I would just pop in to say hello. I'll see you out there?"
"Please don't," I agree, laughing and shaking my head. "Go ahead. I'll catch up with you later. Thanks for dropping by."
"Of course," Harry replies, extending his hand to give my shoulder a reassuring squeeze before departing from my room.
Once the door clicks shut, I decide it's time to get ready for the ball. I reach for the black garter and secure it firmly on my left leg. With that settled, I slip into a fresh pair of black, lace panties and discard my robe onto the bed. Picking up my perfume roller, I generously apply layers of the scent-inhibiting potion over my scent glands, taking extra care to rub it in thoroughly. Satisfied with the added protection, I delicately step into the dress, allowing it to embrace my form, and use my wand to effortlessly zip it up. I carefully arrange my jewelry, fastening it with precision, and secure my shoes onto my feet.
Studying my reflection in the mirror, I run my hands down the smooth fabric of the dress, taking slow breaths in an attempt to calm my racing heart. The witch looking back at me is almost unrecognizable, transformed by the elegance of the evening.
As much as perfume bothers me, I spritz the smallest amount on my wrists and rub them together. I apply a thin layer of lip gloss over my lips and take a deep breath. I glance at the clock. The event has already started and Viktor should be waiting for me by the gates.
Draco
Glancing at my watch, I note that Astoria is mere moments away from making her grand entrance into the common room. Knowing her well, I know she'll adhere to her strictly planned schedule, and I don't expect her to deviate from it even by a second. The anticipation builds as the seconds tick away and I watch the entryway.
Astoria enters the common room accompanied by Daphne and Pansy, and my eyes are immediately drawn to her captivating presence. As she glides gracefully towards me, I admire her stunning gown, its details revealed for the first time. The faille fabric embraces her figure, boasting a strapless neckline and a flattering trumpet silhouette. Intricate purple flowers adorn the luxurious fabric, gradually fading into a delicate white, creating an enchanting illusion of cascading petals.
I catch a glimpse of her silver strappy heels peeking out from beneath the floor-sweeping hem. As she moves, a trail of small purple flowers seems to follow her, creating an ethereal effect before vanishing into thin air. Her hair is curled and cascades down her back, expertly styled and accentuated by an elaborate hair clip.
As she approaches me, I can't help but admire her. A soft smile touches my lips as I reach out and take her hand, twirling her gracefully. Delicate flowers flutter off her dress. Drawing her closer, I wrap an arm around her waist. "Stunning," I compliment.
Her manicured hands rest gently on my chest, "imagine how I'll look in a wedding gown."
The thought instantly tightens my stomach, but I mask my true feelings and reply with feigned enthusiasm. "Can't wait." I lie, pressing a light kiss to her forehead, careful not to disturb her makeup.
She pulls away slightly but links her arm with mine. "We should go. I don't want to be late," she says, her determination evident in her voice. I lead us to the Great Hall.
As we make our grand entrance into the hall, our names being announced loudly, I feel the curious gazes of our fellow students lingering on us. Yet, I remain focused, leading Astoria to our table where our friends are waiting. My eyes sweep across the ballroom, searching for a familiar face, but Granger is nowhere to be seen. She's Granger , she doesn't arrive late to things . Did Krum stand her up?
I pull out Astoria's chair and tuck it in before taking my place beside her. Blaise passes me his disguised flask, and I pour a small amount into our cups. A small 'thank you' is heard from her as I pass the flask back to Blaise. I face Astoria and she leans in to give me a soft kiss. She wipes away any traces of her lipstick.
We clink our glasses together, the sound of ringing in the air as we take a sip. Astoria's fingers delicately brush off an imaginary speck of lint from my shoulder.
"I'm glad that your tie matches perfectly," she remarks, a small smile on her lips.
"I wouldn't expect anything less from you," I reply, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I let my fingers trace a path along her bare shoulder. Even if my alpha isn't entirely content with her, I'm still attracted to her. After all, she's my girlfriend and my future wife.
A pretty blush warms Astoria's cheeks. A determined look crosses her face and she leans in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers in an alluring tone. "I've been thinking that we can end the night in your room…" Her hand lightly grazes up my thigh.
I shift to meet her heated gaze and move a piece of hair back into place, "I don't see why not." Plates appear on the table and I frown. Granger is a speaker , where is she?
Hermione
Leaving my room, I navigate through the familiar corridors of the common room until I spot Viktor, seated on a sofa, his gaze fixated on the dancing flames of the fire. As I continue down the stairs, my hand tightens on the banister, nerves, and anticipation rushing through me.
"Viktor?" I call out softly.
He jumps at the sound of my voice, quickly rising from his seat to face me. I notice his eyes darken, and a surge of tension fills the space between us. The familiar scent of cloves wafts through the air, a sign of his heightened emotions.
"мамка му," he mutters under his breath, a curse word that I vaguely remember translates to 'oh shit'.
"So, I look okay?" I ask quietly, smoothing my skirt down. My eyes flicker up to meet his gaze, and I'm met with a look of awe and admiration.
" Okay? Okay doesn't even begin to cover it," he replies, his voice filled with genuine admiration. The butterflies in my stomach flutter at his words, and the blush intensifies, spreading to my chest. "You are stunning, breathtaking . I can't believe I have the privilege of accompanying you. Printsesa," he rumbles, closing the distance between us and extending his hand out to me me.
I place my hand in his, feeling a gentle warmth enveloping me as he brings it up to his lips, bestowing a tender kiss upon my knuckles. As we descend the remaining steps, I tilt my head back to meet his gaze.
His palm, warm against my exposed lower back, guides me closer to him, and our lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss. While it does not possess the familiar intensity of kissing Draco, it still leaves me breathless and craving for more.
"I'm sorry for being late," he breathes against my lips, his voice tinged with regret.
Blushing, I pull back slightly and use my thumb to wipe away any lingering gloss from his lips. "Don't apologize. Let's consider ourselves fashionably late," I reply, offering a reassuring smile. Deep down, I know we are going to be one of the last couples to arrive as it's already past the cocktails and appetizers.
"Shall we?" He offers his arm, and I gladly take it, intertwining my arm with his as we make our way to the grand entrance of the Great Hall. My heart races with a mix of anticipation, anxiety, and nerves.
As we make our entrance into the hall, our names echo loudly, resounding through the space.
"Miss Hermione Granger and her esteemed guest, Mr. Viktor Krum!"
I had anticipated our fashionably late arrival would draw attention, but the hush that befalls the room and the piercing gaze of every attendee still catches me off guard. Whispers spread like wildfire, and the weight of all eyes fixed upon us intensifies with each step we take down the stairs into the beautifully arranged hall.
A lump forms in my throat as I try to maintain my composure, leading Viktor to the vacant spot next to Harry and Ginny. The whispers continue to ripple through the hall, mingling with the mixture of awe, curiosity, and perhaps a touch of envy.
"You didn't tell me you'd be making such a stunning entrance looking like a goddess ," Ginny whispers in my ear, her voice tinged with both admiration and playful mischief.
"I didn't think I did," I hiss back, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, though I secretly appreciate the compliment.
"Viktor, it's great to see you," Harry leans around Ginny, greeting my date with a warm smile.
"Likewise," Viktor nods politely. "How is your career going?"
"Just starting. I'm looking forward to seeing your team take the cup this year," Harry winks playfully, sharing a moment of camaraderie.
As their conversation continues, I tune out their exchange, focusing instead on the task at hand. McGonagall had briefed me on the evening's agenda: mocktails and appetizers, followed by dinner, and dessert, and just before the opening dance, I am to deliver my speech. Since Viktor and I missed cocktail hour, my speech is happening sooner rather than later.
Draco
"Miss Hermione Granger and her esteemed guest, Mr. Viktor Krum!" The announcement echoes through the room, drawing the attention of our entire table and everyone else.
I notice a low growl emanating from Theo but I can't bring myself to focus on it because Hermione has completely captivated my attention. Her elegant attire, a deep green that compliments her fair complexion and accentuates her enchanting honey-colored eyes. She exudes an air of refined affluence and natural beauty. My eyes trace down from her stunning face, lingering on her exposed cleavage, accented by a silver necklace. The enticing plunge of her neckline allows me to observe the graceful movement of her breasts with each step she takes. My gaze is then drawn to the tasteful glimpse of her pale, toned thigh revealed through the high slit. The desire to lose myself beneath her skirt and savor her taste until she begs me to stop courses through me. Need. Want. Desperation . Enough, I chastise myself inwardly, but can't tear my gaze away.
My throat is dry and Astoria's attempts to regain my attention barely register amidst the haze of desire I feel for the omegan witch. None of the women in this room, Astoria included, can compare to her, even with Viktor Krum by her side . As she takes her seat, I tear my gaze away and reach for my glass, downing the fire whiskey to distract myself.
I keep a watchful eye on her table from the corner of my periphery, hoping for a moment when she's alone, perhaps when she excuses herself to freshen up. I can use that as an excuse to visit the restroom as well.
"Never thought I'd see the Gryffindor princess in green at a school event," Blaise comments. "Now you understand what I meant when I said Granger got hot, don't you?" He says to the table.
Pansy sharply elbows Blaise and Daphne gives Theo an annoyed look for his low growls that come from him. I know Hermione is scheduled to speak after dessert, and I pray for a chance to be alone with her. I need to see her up close.
"Draco Malfoy!" Astoria snaps near my ear, and I turn my gaze to her angry blue eyes.
"Yes, my dove?" I ask, reaching a hand to rest on her thigh.
"Don't. You've been eating. I don't want stains," she swats my hand away. "Did you hear anything I said?"
"Uh–"
"I need to use the restroom!" She huffs, pushing her chair back before I can even get up. Daphne and Pansy mumble the same excuse and the three of them leave the table together.
I notice Granger watching the trio exit the hall, and she subtly scans the room until our gazes meet. We keep our eyes on each other until Krum reclaims her attention.
Astoria and the others return, but my thoughts remain fixated on Granger. As dessert is served, I notice her standing up and excusing herself from the table. Sensing an opportunity, I wait for her to start making her way toward the exit before following suit.
I step into the hallway, finding it empty of other students. Scenting the air, I recoil slightly at the overwhelming perfume that fills the corridor. As I approach the restroom, I see Granger walking out.
She comes to a stop when she sees me, and for a brief moment, it's just the two of us in the hallway.
"Draco," she says softly.
"Hermione," I respond in a matching tone.
A pregnant pause hangs in the air, as both of us make an attempt to speak only for silence to fill the void once again.
"You look nice," she compliments, her face reddening as she adjusts her skirts.
Quickly moving my eyes up and down her body once more, I reply, "I've not seen anyone look as stunning as you do tonight." Why the fuck did I say that?
Her face turns scarlet and she gazes up at me from under her lashes. "Thank you." She murmurs.
Clearing my throat, I bury my hands in my pockets. "Are you ready to give your speech? Dessert is almost over," I inquire.
"Absolutely not," she laughs, clasping her hands together in anxiety. "But I suppose that doesn't matter." She forces a laugh, attempting to conceal her nerves.
Glancing around discreetly, I reach into my tuxedo jacket and retrieve my own flask of fire whisky. "Here, take a sip. It'll help with your nerves," I offer, extending the small, silver container to her.
"What is it?" She asks, accepting the flask from my hand.
A mischievous smile comes to my lips, "do you really want to know?"
Her brow arches in curiosity as she takes a long gulp from the flask. "Fuck." She curses, her voice filled with surprise and a hint of pleasure. "That's against the rules." She points out, attempting to catch her breath.
I chuckle, leaning closer to her. "What's the point of coming to one of these events if we can't sneak in a little something extra?" I tease. "Feeling any better?"
She lets out a contented sigh and adjusts her necklace, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "Feeling warm," she confesses. "Well, I better head back before McGonagall thinks I've ditched the speech."
I flash her a reassuring smile. "Even though you don't need it, good luck, You'll do great," I assure her.
"Thank you," she replies before attempting to lighten the mood with a joke. "Maybe I'll come find you later for another sip." Anxiety is visible in her eyes.
"Hermione," I say, reaching out and gently resting my hand on her arm, "don't let the nerves get the best of you. You're more than capable."
A small smile turns her lips up, "I appreciate it. I'll see you in there?"
"Of course," I give her arm a gentle squeeze before letting go. She begins to make her way back to the hall. Just as she's about to leave, I can't resist calling out to her.
"Oh, Granger?" I call, turning back to face her. She turns around, her eyes locking with mine.
"Yes?" She turns back and looks at me, her eyes darkening.
"Green suits you better than red," I say with just a hint of sincerity, letting them linger in the air before I turn back around and go into the men's restroom.
Hermione
Green suits you better than red. My heart races in my chest and as soon as he disappears behind the door, I lean against the stone wall, enjoying the cool feeling against my feverish skin. The mouthful of whiskey I had numbed my anxiety a bit but not the fluttering of my heart. I've not seen anyone look quite as stunning as you do tonight . I brush my arm where his hand was just a moment ago. What does that even mean? He came in attendance with his girlfriend. And I came with Viktor. I bring a wrist up to my nose and sniff to see if my scent inhibitor has worn away in case this is the cause of Draco's odd actions, but I'm just met with the scent of my perfume.
I can't be in the hall when he comes out, he'll think I'm waiting for him. Straightening off the wall, I square my shoulders and arrange a polite smile onto my lips.
As I reenter the Great Hall, I purposefully shift my attention to finding my seat at the table, attempting to push aside the lingering thoughts of our encounter in the corridor. With a determined mindset, I navigate through the hall, focusing on my destination and consciously avoiding any further distractions. However, my gaze inadvertently catches Astoria's eyes, observing her elegance and the perfect match of Draco's tie. I've decided at that moment I'm not fond of purple. Shaking off the distraction, I continue to my seat, resolving to keep my focus on the evening's proceedings rather than the complexities of my feelings.
I purposely avert my gaze from Draco as he re-enters the hall, focusing instead on Viktor, who seems determined to feed me with bites of dessert. My face is hot at the over-the-top, very public romantic gesture. However, my attention quickly shifts as Headmistress McGonagall discreetly signals for me to prepare for my speech.
Just as I rise to my feet, Viktor grasps my arm, "Hermione." He pulls me in and pecks my lips quickly, "good luck."
My face goes from hot to boiling. I've never been one for public displays of affection, much less with someone who I'm dating–not in a relationship with. "Thank you." I give him a tight smile before finding McGonagall. Once she directs me to the stand, I find myself facing a sea of familiar faces. I take a deep breath, my throat feeling tight with anticipation, and unfold my speech. As I begin to speak, my voice resonates with strength, carrying my words throughout the Great Hall.
It feels like an eternity that I've stood at the podium but finally, I finish. I hear a few sniffles from the audience before my peers start to clap. I bow my head slightly before leaving the podium and standing near the Headmistress as she announces the first dance of the evening.
Amidst the applause, Viktor seeks me out and extends a bow, his eyes filled with admiration. I curtsy gracefully in return, and we move towards each other, gracefully commencing the practiced dance from the Yule Ball. The familiar steps come naturally, and we glide across the dance floor, our movements synchronized and effortless. Each twirl sparks a flutter of excitement in my heart.
Just as the dance reaches its crescendo and others are preparing to join in, a sudden disruption breaks the spellbinding atmosphere. Without warning, a rush of white and blue engulfs my vision, and the world around me transforms. Startled, I find myself submerged in water, disoriented, and struggling to catch my breath. As the sensation of being underwater takes hold the water drops with a loud splash. I gasp for air before coughing up water as the water spreads out across the dance floor.
Viktor and I stand drenched, our elegant attire now soaked and clinging to our bodies. Those standing nearby are also caught in the unexpected tsunami.
Frantically scanning the surroundings, my eyes dart from one corner of the room to another, searching for the origin of the unexpected downpour. But there is no visible culprit.
" Omega ," Viktor's voice rumbles with a commanding authority, tinged with the unmistakable resonance of his alpha. The weight of his words catches me off guard, momentarily overpowering the instinctual influence my omega typically exerts over me.
With widened eyes, I'm acutely aware of the tense atmosphere that's growing in the hall. The sound of growls start to echo around the room, their menacing sounds stirring fear and curiosity within me. I take in my surroundings once again, my gaze darting between faces confused and others that look hungry .
Draco
As I enter the room, a part of me hopes that Granger will glance in my direction, even if it's just a fleeting moment of acknowledgment. However, I know better than to expect that, and I ignore the pang of disappointment that settles within me. Watching her being fed dessert by her date , leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. But watching Viktor kiss her sets my alpha off. All I can hear in my mind is snarls, growls, and curses as well as the intensity of my alpha instincts, urging me to act in claiming her. She's not mine . All I can do is keep a firm hold on my alpha and my occlumency strong.
Throughout her speech, my eyes remain locked on her, my unwavering attention betraying the inner turmoil I battle to contain. My alpha pulls against its restraints, yearning to take control, to protect and possess. Yet, I steel myself against the pull, recognizing the importance of safeguarding her from any potential harm or exposure.
As the applause dies down, I join my peers in clapping. However, when the announcement for the first dance is made, I remain seated, unmoved by the excitement around me. Astoria's disappointment is evident, but I pay no mind, my attention consumed by the turbulent thoughts swirling within me.
"I'm going to the restroom if we aren't dancing," Astoria huffs, storming off in a display of frustration. I let her go, sinking back into my chair, massaging my temples. The throbbing in my head intensifies, and the idea of retiring for the evening is appealing more to me now. Maybe find a cigarette too .
But as the music builds and reaches the climax, a deafening roar echoes throughout the great hall, capturing everyone's attention. My eyes widen as I witness a colossal ball of water materialize, trapping Hermione and Krum within it. The look of panic and surprise in Hermione's eyes can be seen from where I am. I rise from my seat, trying to better see her.
As the water crashes down, flooding the dance floor, I see Hermione gripping Krum's arm, gasping for air, and coughing amidst the beginning chaos.
She's soaked, there is no way her scent inhibitor-
"Omega," Viktor growls, his alpha's tone reverberating through the room. The scent of dominance and aggression begins to fill the air as the primal instincts of the alphas awaken, drawn by the unmistakable scent of a frightened omega.
Astoria returns to my side, wearing a satisfied smirk, accompanied by Pansy and Daphne. Their amusement is palpable as they take their seats.
"Did you see, Drake?" Pansy laughs, settling in her spot.
I can feel Astoria's intense gaze on me, her hand resting on my shoulder. "Drake? Why are you so worked up?"
My head snaps to the girls, my eyes filled with disbelief. "You did this?" I ask, my voice dripping with accusation.
"Yeah," Pansy snorts, confirming my suspicions.
Theo, sensing the escalating tension, rises from his seat and starts towards the other alphas going to the dance floor.
"Drake, it's just a harmless prank–" Astoria begins, attempting to downplay the situation.
" This isn't a harmless prank ," I retort sharply. Astoria's actions have endangered my omega . My alpha overpowers my remaining restraint. I push past Astoria, hastily making my way to Hermione, much like every alpha in the room, except for Potter.
"Hermione!" I call out loudly, my voice cutting through the chaos that has enveloped the hall.