Hermione
Growls and snarls reverberate through the air, creating a tense and chaotic atmosphere. Instinctively, I cover my scent glands on my neck. I stumble back, attempting to create distance between myself and Viktor, but he reaches out and pulls me tightly against his body. The possessive growl that escapes his lips sends a shiver down my spine. In a swift motion, he draws his wand and hexes Cormac McLaggen, who had been charging towards us.
Hermione! I strain to hear the voice calling out my name against the chaos. My eyes dart around the room, searching for familiarity and safety, but Viktor's firm grip restricts my movement. I push against his broad chest in a futile attempt to break free, but his hold only tightens, asserting his dominance and protecting me from the encroaching alphas. I can hear him growling out spells against the onslaught of aggressors.
At this point, I'm desperate to get away from the Great Hall, away from every alpha- including Viktor. I reach down and grab my wand from its place in my garter. My omega is scared but also curious about the surrounding alphas, making it difficult to think clearly. I grit my teeth, trying to figure out the best way to get out of this. I cast a quick protego and let out a breath at the space between us. Viktor's head snaps towards me.
I feel strong, constricting arms encircle me from behind, forcefully pulling me against a new presence. I tilt my head up, emitting a small, fearful whimper. It's an alpha from Ravenclaw, his possessive snarl vibrating against my skin as his teeth graze my neck, threatening to break the surface. Panic starts to fill me, my heart racing. "Alpha," I whimper quietly for my alpha.
Suddenly, a bright blur moves past us, and the Ravenclaw alpha collapses to the ground, immobilized by a stunning spell. Viktor stands before me, his eyes wide with a mixture of anger and concern, his alpha instincts fiercely protective.
"Come," he growls, his alpha command leaving me no choice but to comply. I walk towards him, my gaze locked with his intense eyes. His approval washes over me, eliciting a soft purr that escapes my lips, and my lucidity starts to slip away.
"Hermione," another familiar voice rumbles, causing me to halt in my tracks. Viktor's gaze shifts past me, acknowledging the approaching alpha.
Alpha, alpha, alpha . My heart pounds in my chest. He's here, he's saving me.
Viktor raises his wand, its aim directed not towards me, but at Draco. The tension in the air is palpable as his commanding voice warns, "Don't move." Caught in the middle of their conflicting desires, I feel like a helpless pawn, uncertain of which alpha to obey.
But then, Draco's voice cuts through the chaos, coaxing me with a familiar tone. "Don't listen to him, look at me." My gaze shifts to Draco, his magnetic presence drawing me in. A smile graces his lips, and I can't help but mirror the expression, tilting my head in an alluring manner. He extends his hand, an invitation for me. I've entirely slipped away, my omega overjoyed.
I know where my true loyalty lies— with my alpha . Despite the allure of Draco, I take a step towards the blonde with the ugly purple bowtie, my attention drifting away from the flickering wands and the words being uttered. As I reach out to grasp his hand, the connection is abruptly severed. Viktor's arms envelop me, pulling me back forcefully. His voice is laced with a snarl as he commands Draco to leave.
Refusing to let Viktor get his way, I struggle against Viktor's hold, my voice barely a whisper as I plead, "No."
Draco
I navigate through the sea of aggressive, posturing alphas, my sole focus fixated on the fear and vulnerability that must be gripping Hermione. With unwavering determination, I weave through the chaotic scene, deftly maneuvering past the unruly alphas and bewildered betas. My senses are attuned solely to my omega's well-being; she requires my full presence, my unwavering protection. My alpha stays in check with me because Hermione needs all of me.
Nothing can distract me from the sight of Hermione, her eyes wide with apprehension as she scans the room. My heart clenches as McLaggen closes in on her, prompting my movements to quicken, propelling me through the mass of bodies. Though Krum has momentarily taken hold of her, I refuse to let that deter me. With each stride, I draw nearer to the dance floor, my alpha aura radiating with an unmistakable intensity. I need to protect her .
I call out to her, my voice heavy with the commanding presence of my alpha, urging her to join me. Just as she grabs my hand, the forceful grip of Krum yanks her back, testing every ounce of self-restraint within me. The primal instincts within me scream to confront Krum physically, to assert my dominance and protect my omega. But I swallow the rage that threatens to consume me; Hermione's well-being takes precedence over all else.
However, Hermione's soft 'no' and her resistance intensifies the struggle within me. It becomes challenging to maintain my focus as I watch her distress.
"Release her, Krum," I respond through gritted teeth, a deep growl resonating from within me. I raise my wand, fixing my unwavering gaze upon the drenched couple before me.
"She belongs to me ," he snarls, his wand now aimed directly at me. "Do not push me further. Leave." The force of his growl captures the attention of several alphas, causing a momentary pause in the chaos around us.
I watch Hermione's body slacken in his arms, her gaze fixed upon him. This is why she's concealed her secondary biology
Taking a deep breath, I prepare to make my stand. "I will tell you once more," I sigh, swiftly removing my bowtie and unfastening a few buttons on my collar. Muttering an incantation, my sleeves unbutton and roll up to my forearms. " Let her go ."
His grip tightens around Hermione's waist, his knuckles visibly white as he maintains his hold on the wand. Despite the professors' attempts to restore order, my focus remains solely on Hermione and Krum.
As Krum's lips move, I swiftly counter his hex, mindful of the proximity between them. I mutter a spell that summons a veil of thick fog, providing a momentary distraction. Seizing the opportunity, I close the distance between us, tucking my wand away.
Once nearby, I lock eyes with Krum, his gaze filled with wild intensity. We engage in a silent battle of wills, but I waste no time. Gripping his shirt firmly, exerting enough force to make him release his wand, which clatters to the ground.
With a swift movement, I draw my fist back and deliver a powerful punch, connecting squarely with Krum's nose. His head jerks back, and he releases his grip on Hermione. Seizing the moment, I grab her wrist and swiftly pull her behind me, creating a buffer of space between us and Krum.
Reacting quickly, Krum retaliates with a punch of his own, but I instinctively dodge it, barely evading his strike. Pulling my wand out, I mumble incarcerous and watch as he's chained. Loud, steady snarls come from him and I turn to grab Hermione to get her away but she's not there.
"Hermione!" I yell out, looking around the hall.
Hermione
It's all a blur of what's happening, all I know is that I want to be in Draco's arms, safe with my alpha.
The fog comes in heavy and Draco is there . His jaw is tense and I want to lick the clenched muscles and press kisses–a flash of pale skin obstructs my vision and Viktor lets me go. My eyes are trained on Draco's back now.
He saved me .
But as Draco focuses on dealing with Viktor, a firm hand grips my elbow.
"Hello, omega," I hear the greeting rumbled in my ear.
I turn and find myself staring into the dark eyes of Theo.
"Hi," I give him a small smile, about to face Draco again but he tugs lightly on my arm.
"I'll protect you," his tone is cajoling as he starts to lead me away.
Amid the chaos, everything seems to blur together, but one thing remains clear: I yearn to be in Draco's arms, finding solace and safety with my alpha. The heavy fog envelops us, and Draco materializes before me. His jaw is tightly clenched, exuding a sense of determination and strength. I'm overwhelmed with the desire to lick along his jaw and shower him with kisses, but my attention is diverted by a flash of pale skin blocking my view—Viktor has released me. Now, all I can see is Draco's back, protective.
He saved me .
However, before I can fully comprehend the situation, a firm hand grasps my elbow, drawing my attention. I turn and find myself staring into the dark eyes of Theo.
"Hello, omega," he greets me, his voice resonating in my ear.
"Hello," I answer as my lips form a small smile, instinctively turning back towards Draco, but Theo gently tugs on my arm.
"I'll protect you," he assures me, his tone cajoling as he begins to guide me away. "Come with me." He rumbles, keeping me close to him, his wand raised as he starts towards the exit of the Great Hall.
As my name is shouted, I instinctively turn toward the voice I know so well. Draco , my alpha, calling out to me. But before I can react to him, Theo firmly takes my hand and leads me away.
"Come along, I'll take care of you." His words echo in my ears.
As we navigate our way out of the Great Hall, Theo urges me to run, but the heaviness of my soaking gown prevents me from doing so without quickly running out of breath. He attempts to lift me and carry me over his shoulder, but the weight proves too much for him as well.
"Theodore Nott," a voice booms loudly through the mostly empty corridor.
"Alpha," I beam with a wide smile, turning to face Draco and moving toward him before being yanked back.
"She's mine, Malfoy," Theo snarls, positioning himself between me and Draco, his wand at the ready.
"She doesn't belong to anyone," Draco replies, his voice strained.
A soft whimper escapes me as I feel my knees weaken from the weight of rejection. "Alpha?" I utter the word, my voice trembling and filled with vulnerability.
Draco
I scent the air and follow Hermione's scent through the Great Hall and feel a light touch on my shoulder as I reach the exit. Astoria's voice breaks through the commotion, filled with anger.
"Drake," she calls out, her voice resonating with frustration.
I pull my shoulder away from her grasp, unable to contain my own growing anger. "Don't," I snap, my words laced with a deep growl. "I can't believe you would do this to her. This is a Unity Ball and your actions are the exact opposite." My words come out in a harsh growl, causing her to take a few steps back.
Tears well up in Astoria's eyes as she gazes at me. "But I'm your future wife, I ..."
"Not anymore," I interrupt with a harsh tone. "I refuse to marry a girl ."
"Are you seriously dumping me for Hermione Granger ?" She exclaims, her voice filled with disbelief.
Precious minutes are ticking away during this irritating conversation. My jaw tenses and then relaxes as I respond, "I'm breaking up with you because you lack maturity, poise, and grace."
"And Granger does?" She screeches.
"This has nothing to do with Granger. This has everything to do with your actions. Goodbye," I snarl and hurry out the exit.
Getting into the corridor, I draw a deep breath in and feel my body relaxes at the smell of amber and honey. Omega . I start to run, quickly closing the distance between us. I call out Nott's name, feeling the surge of my alpha as she responds to my call.
However, I immediately regret my next words as I see Hermione crumble before me. My alpha snarls in disapproval, and a deep growl builds within my chest.
"You've upset her," Nott snarls at me, his own protective instincts kicking in.
"And you're kidnapping her, f or what , Nott? I can scent her just as well as you can," I snap back, pointing my wand at him and swiftly casting a spell without hesitation. After dealing with Krum, I have no time to waste—I can already hear the growls of other alphas resonating through the corridor.
I rush over to where Nott lies on the floor and swiftly assess the defeated-looking omega. "Hermione," I say in a hushed tone, quickly scanning her for any signs of injury or bite marks. "Let's get you back to the tower."
"Alpha," she whimpers softly, her eyes wide and filled with fear and uncertainty. And no trace of lucidity. I can tell she's still reeling from my earlier words.
"Omega," I reply with tenderness, taking her hand in mine. "Allow me to take you to the tower, for safety ."
A flicker of recognition crosses her eyes. "For safety," she echoes.
Once she agrees, we are taking off toward Gryffindor Tower.
Hermione tries her best to keep up with my pace despite the hindrance of her soaked gown. With a wave of my wand, I sever the lower half of the skirt, allowing her to move more freely.
Leading us towards the corridor with the Fat Lady portrait, she pulls me past the entrance.
"Here, omega. I'll walk you to your room–"
"For safety," she insists, "alpha, please ."
I can't ignore her pleading, my alpha demanding attention, so I allow her to lead me. Her eyes fixate on the wall as she paces determinedly, tracing a path that unveils a hidden door.
An uneasy feeling settles in my stomach as the familiar door materializes before us. She glances back at me before stepping inside. I close the door behind us, enveloped in a sense of familiarity. Hermione emits a soft, contented sigh as she kicks off her heels and approaches the bed, unfolding a stack of blankets at its foot.
"I apologize for your dress," I offer, remaining in my place.
She begins to create a nest, casting an affectionate look in my direction. "Did you like it?" she asks, her eyes filled with adoration.
"I did," I respond, walking toward a large wingback chair and taking a seat. My grip on my alpha tightens as I wrestle to maintain control. Being in this room, with her scent wafting freely, makes it incredibly challenging.
"Is this where you...where you come during your heats?" My alpha speaks up, probing with an invasive question.
"Yes," she hums, looking at me. "I always have what I need here, besides..." Hermione's voice trails off as she returns her focus to the nest.
"Besides?" I inquire, observing her closely as she adjusts the pillows and blankets.
"My alpha," she shrugs, patting the last few blankets into place before meeting my gaze expectantly.
My alpha . I rise from my seat and approach the bed, examining the cozy nest she has created. "This is wonderful, omega," I rumble, lightly tracing my fingers over the blankets.
A loud purr emanates from her, and she hesitantly steps closer to me. Her hand reaches out, gripping mine.
Squeezing her fingers gently, I offer her a small smile.
Hermione starts to crawl into it before stopping. She walks over to the dresser. "These clothes aren't suitable for nesting," she remarks, pulling open a drawer.
"We're nesting?" I ask, my eyes following her movements.
"Yes," she retrieves silk pajamas from the dresser, along with a pair of grey joggers. "I believe these are for you."
Closing the distance between us, I accept the sweatpants from her hand. "Thank you."
"Alpha?" Her voice is gentle, and I meet her gaze. "Purple is an awful color on you."
I can't suppress a small chuckle. "Duly noted, omega," I rumble before shaking my head slightly. "Where can I change?" Neither of us can really leave tonight, with Hermione in her vulnerable state and my own struggle to maintain control… Her safety stays my priority.
She points to a door at the back of the room. "Before you go, can you unzip me?" She turns, presenting her back to me. With her backless dress, I know she can reach the zipper herself. "Please?" she asks, casting a glance over her shoulder.
My fingers trace along the edge of the fabric, a surge of possessiveness coursing through me. Mine, my omega . She lets out a soft noise and I pull the zip down. My mouth dries and I trail my fingers up her spine before resting on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "There you go." My voice is hoarse and my need is making it difficult to keep my tether.
"Thank you." She hums and turns to face me again.
"I'll uh, I'll be right back." I hurry to the bathroom and take a couple deep breaths before splashing water on my face. My dick stands at attention in my trousers and there's no way it's going to be unnoticeable to her when all I know she can think about is my dick.
Hermione
Once the door clicks shut, I pull the straps of my dress down and step out of it. I slip into the silk camisole and shorts before settling into the nest of covers and pillows, my purr going contentedly. My omega revels in this moment, wanting things to unfold according to her desires, while I'm simply grateful to have an alpha who has maintained control.
Draco emerges shortly after, donning his undershirt and the grey sweatpants, and any selfless thoughts vanish from my mind. I yearn for my alpha to join me in the nest.
"Alpha..." I smile and shift onto my knees. "Come here," I purr loudly. "I've made us a nest."
He approaches the bed cautiously, studying me intently. "Hermione," his voice is low, his eyes filled with darkness.
"Alpha," I whisper, reaching out to take his hand. "I've made us a nest."
"I know. A very good one," he nods, his thumb caressing my fingers.
His praise sends my heart a flutter, and I can feel a tingling sensation in my clit. I need him in our nest now . Tugging him closer, I watch as he settles in. As soon as he's situated, I lean in for a kiss, but he turns his head, causing my lips to brush his cheek.
Rejection washes over me, and I whimper softly, pulling away. However, before I can retreat from our nest, he pulls me back. "Don't leave our nest," he growls, securing us in place.
"Do you not want me?" I ask with a soft whimper. "You said I don't belong to anyone... you didn't kiss me..."
"Omega," he rumbles, burying his face in my hair. "I'm here with you in our nest."
Ours. Ours. "I'm yours," I purr out, pressing my ass firmly against him. "I belong to you." The sensation of his hard-on through the thin layers of fabric ignites an intense longing within me. I yearn to be filled by him, to feel his body claiming mine.
A deep growl escapes him, and he nips at my shoulder. "Again," he rumbles, his voice filled with desire.
"Yours. I'm yours , alpha," I gasp, pushing against him with fervor.
" Mine ," he growls into my ear, shifting to position himself above me.
A delicious shiver courses through me as I gaze up at him. His eyes are dilated, fixed on me with a hungry intensity.
His hands settle on my knees, gently parting them.
Draco
When she utters those words, "I'm yours," and her intoxicating scent of arousal fills the air, I lose my grip on my alpha. I'm consumed by desire for her.
Her hardened nipples strain against the silk camisole, a tantalizing sight that makes my mouth water with the urge to suck on them and elicit sweet moans from her. While my alpha is fully in control, a trace of restraint remains.
Gazing down her body, a steady rumble resonates within me, blending with the melody of her purrs. I catch sight of the damp spot on her silk shorts, a clear indication of her arousal. Leaning down, I press a tender kiss on her knee, savoring the taste of her skin.
Can't do anything to ruin this. Break her trust .
I delicately trace my hands down her thighs, eliciting a soft moan from her as she arches against the bed. With a determined resolve, I resist the urge to feast my eyes on her exposed desire, keeping my eyes on her face. Instead, I slip my fingers beneath the fabric of her shorts, gliding them along her slick folds. Her lips are drenched in arousal, and I relish in the sensation as my fingers become coated in her essence.
Her pleas for more fill the air, her eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. I press my fingers against her, feeling the pulsating heat and wetness between her legs. As she lets out a resounding whimper, I expertly rub against her swollen clit, causing her to shudder in pleasure. I sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, adding a thrilling mix of pain and pleasure to her experience.
"Please," she pants, her voice filled with need. With a deep growl of approval, I slip a finger inside her, relishing in the warmth and tightness of her entrance. Carefully, I add a second finger, curling them upward to stroke her sensitive spot while my thumb continues its rhythmic massage on her clit.
Moving my fingers in a steady motion, I keep rubbing her clit. Her pussy grips my fingers as her pleasure builds. The wet sound of my fingers moving in and out of her add to the sound of her breathy moans and mumbled pleas.
" Good girl, " I praise with a growl. " Such a good omega." I gasp out, moving my fingers faster. My eyes are on her face, watching her eyes close in pleasure.
Her pussy squeezes harder and pulses around my fingers as her wetness soaks my hand. She cries out a loud 'alpha' and I could have cum in my sweats.
"So good," I praise, moving my hand until her orgasm comes to an end. I pull my fingers out carefully and she opens her eyes, looking at me up through a haze of orgasmic bliss. While she watches me, I bring my fingers to my hand and suck them clean. She tastes just as good as I've imagined and all I want to do is bury my head between her legs. "You taste…"
My words trail off and my my breathing grows ragged as she sits up, a determined look in her eyes. Without a word, she pushes me back onto the bed, her gaze fixed on the bulge straining against the fabric of my sweatpants. I can feel the damp patches where precum has stained the material, evidence of my own intense arousal.
"Alpha," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. Her hands deftly find their way to the waistband of my sweats, and my heart pounds in anticipation. With a swift motion, she slips her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around my throbbing cock.
But as her hand moves against me, a primal urge courses through my veins. I want to claim her, to be buried deep inside her warm, wet depths, and fill her with my cum. The need to knot her and mark her as mine consumes me.
Hermione
Exhausted and still basking in the afterglow of my intense orgasm, I'm eager to reciprocate the pleasure I've experienced. My hand wraps around his hard dick, but all I can do is envision it entering me, filling me completely. With a steady rhythm, I stroke him, my lips finding his neck for passionate kisses.
A deep growl rumbles from Draco's throat as he tightly grips the sheets, enjoying the pleasure I'm giving him. I trail kisses along his jawline, savoring the taste of his skin, while my hand moves faster in response to his increasing desire.
His constant stream of praise fuels my eagerness to please him. "I want to make you feel good, my alpha," I whimper, my voice filled with devotion. "Your omega will take care of you." I press my lips beneath his jaw, reveling in the connection between us.
"Again," he demands, his hips bucking uncontrollably.
"You're mine," I pant, quickening the pace of my hand, nipping at his neck.
Draco's knot begins to swell in my hand, and a surge of pride washes over me. I'm making my alpha knot and he's not in me . I tighten my grip around the swollen knot, eliciting a powerful growl from him.
"I'm going to..." he trails off, his body trembling as he spills into my hand and against his sweats. "Fuck, omega," he gasps, his hand moving from the sheets to grip my hip tightly. Waves of pleasure continue to ripple through his body.
"Mine," I whisper in his ear, asserting my ownership.
His head tilts to meet my gaze, his response immediate. "Yours."
As Draco leans back, his breathing heavy and half-asleep, I take a moment to clean my hand, my purring growing louder as I lick up the remnants of our pleasure. Our eyes remain locked, his fingers tenderly stroking my hip.
"I need to clean up," he mumbles, already drowsy. The weight of exhaustion settles into my bones. Reaching for a smaller blanket, I prepare to pull down his sweatpants.
"No," he interrupts, shaking his head. "It's okay." With determination, he rises and heads toward the bathroom. I watch him leave and settle back into the nest, taking the remaining cum on my fingers and rubbing it into my scent glands, craving his scent.
When Draco returns, clad in fresh sweats, he slips back into our nest. A contented smile graces his lips as he settles down. He pulls me close to his side, and we tangle our legs together.
"Thank you, my sweet omega," he rumbles, placing a tender kiss on the top of my head. Nuzzling against his chest, I sigh in response.
"Thank you, my sweet alpha," I whisper, drifting closer to sleep.
Our breaths synchronize, his steady heartbeat lulling me into a peaceful slumber.
I belong to him.