Hermione
When I start to wake up, I revel in what was probably the best night's sleep I've gotten in a long time. Letting out a small sigh, I begin to shift before freezing feeling the weight of a person behind me. I slowly open my eyes and look at the pale arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Draco didn't leave.
A soft groan comes from him and he pulls me tighter against him, his face buried in my neck. My omega is ready to jump at this opportunity but I keep a firm hold on my occulmency. Malfoy is going to regret this when he realizes who he's slept with and finger fucked. My heart starts to race at the hazy memory of the night before, the hungry look in his eyes as he fingered me, and how he watched me as he cleaned his wet fingers, sucking them clean. My stomach flutters and my face flushes while I squeeze my thighs together as I remember the orgasm and how wet with slick I was. What about Astoria?
Swallowing thickly, I delicately disentangle myself from his tight embrace. He lets out a muffled sound before burying his face in the pillow I had been using. Navigating the room with careful footsteps, I gather my scattered clothes. My gaze lingers on the tattered remains of my dress, a small pout forming on my lips. I drape it over the couch, shaking my head in dismay. I can't afford to roam the corridors in my pajamas. Silently moving towards the dresser, I pull the drawer open with painstaking slowness, revealing a pair of joggers and a jumper neatly awaiting my use.
Locking myself in the bathroom, a sigh leaves me. I lean against the door and rest my head against the wood. My eyes close but now I'm reliving the night. Aside from Viktor's overwhelming attention, the night was going perfectly. My speech landed, and my dance went well… then it didn't. Being "attacked" wasn't something I was anticipating at the Unity Ball. The water washed away my scent inhibitor! I open my eyes and approach the sink, splashing my face with cold water as I think about how I can work out some damage control. I'm not sure what I can do. Even with my scent inhibitors, it's not going to stop a majority of the alpha population from sniffing around me.
I just wanted a normal final year at Hogwarts.
As I rinse my mouth out, my mind goes onto the next one: did I seduce Draco and drag his alpha out to get what my omega wanted? Guilt starts to eat at me and I chew on my lip, trying to make sense of how things went down.
I just need to leave the room, I can figure this all out later. I quickly strip off my clothes and slip into the comfortable joggers and jumper I found in the dresser. With my curls pulled back, I gather the courage to open the door.
Draco is already awake, blinking sleep from his eyes as he looks at me.
Draco
I wake up cocooned in our–her nest and the delightful scent of amber and bergamot leaves me more than content until I realize I'm alone. I fingered her while she had no lucidity. And I let her jerk me off until I knotted, her moans and whimpers of 'I'm yours' were for me… She licked her fingers clean, staring at me with those big, doe eyes.
Oh god. Her taste. My mouth waters at the memory. I'm not better than any of the alphas in that room trying to get their hands on her. Of course she left.
Sitting up, I rub my eyes and glance around and look towards the click of a door opening. Hermione freezes in the spot, looking at me.
"Draco?" Her voice carries a whisper, hesitant and gentle. I remain still, studying her. She's in different clothes and her hair is up and out of her face.
"Hermione," I respond softly, my voice matching the subdued tone.
"Thank you for last night," she says with her face flushing, "for getting me out of there." She clarifies.
Of course she's not going to thank me for taking advantage of her.
"Of course. I didn't want anything to happen to you." I say truthfully letting the awkward silence fill the air. Running my hand through my hair, I shift my eyes and start to speak again. "I'm sorry I took advantage of you and I–"
"We." She interrupts, staring hard at me. "We already know our secondary biologies are very much drawn to one another. It's not excusable but our lucid selves were not in control. I'm sorry that my omega made it more difficult for you to control yourself. And I forgive you for your alpha taking control. There is no blame in this." Her words are concise and logical, making me feel worse. "And I want to apologize further. This is the second time we've done something while you have a partner–I'm happy to talk to Astoria. I ruined your date and–"
"I broke up with Astoria," I interject, feeling the need to clarify the situation. Hermione needs to know that she shouldn't bear any guilt, as the fault lies entirely with Astoria.
Hermione's frown deepens, and she looks at me with a mix of confusion and concern. "What do you mean? You two went to the dance together last night..."
"We did, but some things came up," I answer. I don't want to burden Hermione with unnecessary details of Astoria choosing to be a mean girl with Pansy and Daphne.
Her eyes search mine, her concern growing more evident. "Was it me?" she asks, her voice filled with genuine worry.
"No." I shake my head and get out of the nest. "I promise it didn't. It had to do with her and her alone."
Hermione
"Fine," I surrender to the situation and cross the room to grab my jewelry.
Draco starts to gather his belongings before pausing and looking at me. "Are we not going to talk about what happened after we got here..." he begins, hinting at the intimate encounter we shared.
I almost roll my eyes. Treating this with a matter-of-fact approach again, seeking logic over emotions keeps me from dwelling but also keeps me hoping Draco won't hate me for fraternizing with a muggle-born. "There's nothing to talk about. We both weren't in our right minds. We should just be glad that we didn't mate or bond," I state, emphasizing the potential consequences we narrowly avoided, even though my omega desired that connection.
A prolonged silence hangs in the air before Draco finally nods. "Okay."
"Great. I need to leave and find the Headmistress, I'm sure there are a lot of questions and plenty of concern over my wellbeing." I speak matter-of-factly and pick up my heels as I push my feet into my slippers. "Do I smell overwhelmingly omegan?" I ask, not sure I could make it to the Headmistress' office or the tower without my scent inhibitor.
"You smell more like me than yourself," he says gently.
The cum I massaged into my glands. "Oh okay." My face warms. "Hopefully that will put anyone off of me while I go find McGonagall," I mumble off-handedly.
"I'll go with you. I'm sure she will want to see me too." He sighs and slips into trainers waiting at the foot of the bed.
"I'm sure the professors are looking for both of us… do you think we should go out there together?" I ask, keeping my distance and leaning against the sofa.
He sits on the edge of the bed, folding his arms as he speaks. "No. I'd rather be found with you entirely intact—unbonded, unmated, and still belonging to yourself. I don't want anyone to make unfavorable accusations about me."
The voice of my omega resounds within me, declaring that I belong to him. But I push it aside, focusing on the practicality of the situation. "We can go together," I say quietly, offering him a weak smile.
"Are you sure? I don't want to crowd you, and..." he trails off.
"No, you made fair points. I don't want you to get into unnecessary trouble," I interject. "Especially when you shouldn't be getting into any trouble at all."
"Well, I still think I should..."
"You saved me from being bonded against my will. Thank you," I interrupt, cutting him off. "Can we go now?" I press, straightening up. I don't want to dwell on why he feels guilty. I know the reason, and it has to do with pleasuring a Muggle-born.
He nods and says, "Let me rinse my mouth out, and then we can leave."
As he disappears into the bathroom, I take a moment to mourn the loss of the gorgeous gown, now nothing more than shredded fabric. There's no salvaging it.
"Sorry," he says as he comes out of the bathroom.
"Don't be. What was done had to be," I shrug. "There are plenty of gowns in the world. Not too many omegas, hm?"
With a slight nod, he starts towards the door and opens it for me. Taking a deep breath and squaring my shoulders, I walk out the door.