Chapter 26 - Complications
Hermione
Draco's momentary hesitation, the way he stumbles over his words, and the sudden flush that colors his cheeks leave me momentarily breathless. As I gently encourage him to express his desire, I'm both surprised and intrigued by what he confesses.
"I'd like for us to share a kiss. If you want to," he says, his gaze unwavering, yet his cheeks adorned with a delightful shade of pink.
His words echo in my mind, and I feel my own face warming in response. Why would he want to kiss me? As he starts to provide some sort of explanation, I can't contain my curiosity, and I interrupt him.
"You want to kiss me?" I can't help but feel a twinge of suspicion, even though I want to kiss him too.
The words that follow from him are gruff, a simple "I do," causing my heart to skip a beat within my chest. My bottom lip finds itself trapped between my teeth as I slowly nod, granting him the permission he seeks. "Okay."
"Okay?" he repeats, seeking reaffirmation.
A warm smile unfurls on my lips as I happily confirm, "Okay." My omega is purring with loud contentment.
Draco's fingers entwined with mine, tugging me gently towards him. My breath catches in my throat at the sensation, and I find myself gazing up at him, lost in the moment. The chilly breeze carries with it the sweet scent of peppermint, swirling around us like a fragrant embrace. His once-steel-grey eyes now resemble pools of liquid mercury, deepening in hue as we get closer. A delicate flush graces his nose and cheekbones, a result of the chilly air.
His warm breath, a soothing contrast, caresses my face, and I can't help but close my eyes as his lips meet mine. In that stolen moment, kissing Draco Malfoy amid the snow, my omega and I find a profound sense of peace.
A sigh of longing escapes me, and he responds by gently guiding my hips closer to him. My hands find their way to his chest, where the soft cashmere feels lovely beneath my fingertips. However, it's the rapid rhythm of his heart, mirroring the pace of my own, as we kiss that makes my knees weak.
With a graceful motion, he gently guides us against a nearby tree. A low, rumbling sound emanates from him as he nips at my lip. I cup his face, keeping him close. A growing warmth and wetness make my panties damp, and I trail my nails down his neck lightly.
Draco parts our lips but keeps his close proximity, his nose lightly grazing mine. He exhales audibly, his voice laden with desire, "Just wanted a kiss."
I got way too into that. "Yeah, just a kiss. Just us." I attempt to pull back slightly, but his strong embrace refuses to let me go.
"Just us… but we should try to solve the scent issue you're having," he breathes out, his lips barely brushing against mine.
"We definitely should," I whisper in agreement, lightly grazing my lips against his once more. He responds eagerly, his hands caressing my waist through my layers of clothing. This isn't the right place nor place.
Breaking the kiss, I manage to mumble out his name. "Draco, we should—" I attempt to speak, but he continues to kiss his way along my jawline, then brushes his nose over my neck. His warm breath sends shivers down my spine and makes a soft sound come from me.
A low growl vibrates against my neck as he whispers, "Can't cover a scent I can't smell." His hot breath tickles my skin, and with a swift motion, he shifts our positions. I'm now against the tree, and he's leaning into me. "We need to start with that, Hermione," his statement sounds like he's asking permission. His eyes lock onto mine, heavy with desire.
All I can do is manage a nod as I lean my head against the tree trunk, my gaze locked onto him through heavy-lidded eyes. "I think so," I finally manage to get out.
Draco's voice, filled with determination, breaks through the heated haze between us. "Two birds, one stone," he says as he spits into his hand and rubs it against the glands on my neck. I wish that was his cum, my omega cries into my head. His fingers massage against my glands and my eyes flutter shut and my mind goes blank as my head tilts, exposing my neck more to him. A pleased sound escapes from the back of his throat as he adds pressure to my neck, his hand shifting to grip it lightly, his fingers pressing firmly against the sides of my neck. A small gasp escapes me as I can feel my pulse thudding in my neck. He leans into me, gently sliding his leg between mine.
As his intimate touch and dirty thoughts wash over me, a breath catches in my chest. "We need to get rid of your potion," he murmurs, his fingers still gently working his spit into the sensitive spots on my neck. Thoughts of Draco spitting in his hand to jerk himself or in his hand to finger-fuck me– a soft moan escapes me. Fuck. Where did that come from?
"Hush," he commands gently, his thumb tracing over my lips, and my chest heaves with anticipation.
Not here, not here. "Draco?" My voice is shaky and I grip his expensive jacket tightly in my hands.
His eyes open, and he withdraws his hands from my neck. "Yes?" There's a slight gap between us now, much to my dismay.
"I-I feel vulnerable to do it here," I mutter, glancing around briefly before tugging him back closer to me. "Can we go to the Room of Requirement?" My voice is slightly muffled as I bury my face in his chest while making the request.
A throaty chuckle escapes him, and he responds by wrapping his arms tightly around me before apparating us away. In an instant, we find ourselves right in front of the gates of Hogwarts.
Draco
I'm grateful when she insists we return to the castle. I can't quite explain what came over me. Even without the guiding influence of her scent, she remains utterly irresistible. After rubbing her sensitive glands with my spit, her sweet amber scent clouds my mind slightly. As Hermione starts to withdraw, I let go of her.
"Uh," she begins, her voice tinged with a shy giggle, followed by a gentle head shake. Watching her become bashful in front of me fills me with a quiet sense of pride. Sensing her unease, I begin to walk toward the castle, letting our hands lightly brush.
"To the Room of Requirement?" I suggest, glancing back at her.
"Are you sure? We don't have to. I know I'm asking a lot," Hermione responds softly, keeping close to me.
"Feeling shy now, Granger?" I tease, reaching out to take her hand. I'm just making sure she's not falling behind.
"No, I just don't want you to feel obligated–"
"I don't," I interrupt, my heart fluttering slightly as she continues to hold my hand. "You asked to do it privately. I respect that." I offer her hand a light squeeze.
"Thanks," she mumbles, and I release her hand as we make our way through the castle until we stand before the tapestry. "I won't be able to have it conjure your room the way you like it," I admit, letting go of her hand. Stepping back, I bury my hands in my pockets, watching her carefully as she paces back and forth in front of the wall three times, causing the door to materialize.
I step forward to pull the door open. I give her a small, reassuring smile. "After you," I watch as she walks in and follow her, pulling the door shut behind me.
Admittedly, the heat of the earlier moment is gone and I'm feeling nervous about initiating with her.
Shrugging out of my coat, I hang it up before settling onto the sofa, my gaze fixed on Hermione as she gets comfortable. She positions herself at the other end of the sofa, curling her legs up underneath her. A weighty silence envelops us, and her gaze remains locked on the flickering flames in the fireplace.
How can I reinitiate? My stomach tightens with nerves but I clear my throat. "Hermione?" When she looks up at me, my mouth goes dry again. She's already kissed me once and let me rub the potion off of her. "I think I'd like another kiss, just us. If you want one."
"Feeling greedy now, Malfoy?" She mocks my earlier words but she has no bite to them. "Do you want one?"
"That's what I'd said," I answer truthfully, shifting down the sofa so I'm seated next to her. "But only if you want one."
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip in thought before she nods. Instead of me initiating her, she shifts in her spot and leans in, gently pressing her lips against mine. Hermione's delicate hands cradle my face as she draws herself closer to me.
The sensation of her lips against mine is electrifying, like a spark igniting a fire between us. It's a different kind of kiss than our first one - not driven by urgency or the need to quell her scent's disturbance, but by a genuine desire that courses through both of us.
As I pull her closer, she ends up in my lap, and a surprised gasp comes from her. I take the opportunity to deepen our kiss, licking into her mouth. I can't help but dig my fingers gently into her side, eliciting a soft, sultry moan from her. She then adjusts herself in my lap so that she's now straddling my hips, and I can't help but wonder if this is a 'just us' kiss?
Resting my hands against her hips, I break the kiss to leave open-mouth kisses on her chin, down her jaw, and to her neck. "Going to make you smell like me," I growl against her skin, nipping the warm skin. My dick starting to strain against my trousers.
Hermione
I'm grateful that he initiated another kiss because I wasn't quite sure how to smoothly pick up where we left off.
"Going to make you smell like me," he growls against my neck. Soft moans escape me as he trails his kisses down my neck and nips just under my scent gland.
I whimper and press my hips down, my desire growing stronger and slick wetting my panties. "Draco, please," I plead, not sure what I'm begging for.
"You smell so good," he mumbles, drawing in a ragged breath and tightening his grip on my waist before he starts sucking at my gland lightly before digging his teeth in.
"Oh," I whimper, my fingers gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. "Be careful," I gasp, pressing my chest against his.
A mumbled 'mhm' escapes him as he sucks harder abasing my neck. I roll my hips slowly as he continues to lavish attention on my skin, and the whimpers continue to spill from my lips.
He groans as I move, then pulls his head back, resting it against the back of the couch. "Draco?"
He opens his eyes and studies me through heavy lids. "Give me a moment."
I nod, swallowing thickly. "Do I smell more like you now?" I ask quietly.
Draco scents the air. "Not as strong as the last time," he murmurs, then reaches a hand up to run his thumb over the untended scent gland. "Do you think both need to be…?" A shrug comes from me, and I start to get off his lap, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. However, he firmly keeps me from moving away, his hands gently caressing my hips. "I need to get the other side," he breathes out, his lips pressing tenderly against my neck. His mouth returns sucking on my skin, and I begin to move my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm against him. He doesn't need to do this to scent me.
My omega struggles for control, but I want to experience this. I reach my hands up and rest them against his chest. He responds by biting my neck with a soft growl and pushing his hands under my bumper to rest them against my bare hips.
As much as he sucks on my neck, it won't achieve what we are intending it to. Besides, if he's going to make me cum, I'm more than willing to reciprocate. "Hermione," he pants against my skin, but my movements don't cease, and he begins to match my rhythm.
Our breaths come out in ragged pants, and his assault on my neck has grown more intense. I lean back slightly, and he looks at me with a hint of confusion. His lips are slightly red and swollen from his attention to my neck. We lock eyes for a moment, our gazes are intense, chests heaving. His eyes drop to my lips and then return to meet mine. I can see the internal struggle in his eyes, and I hope he understands that I'm wrestling with my desires too.
My hands, initially resting on my chest, move up to cup his face, guiding him into a kiss. His lips feel warm and inviting as he reciprocates, gently nipping and soothing with his tongue. When he nibbles again, I gasp, and he seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, tangling with mine in lazy strokes.
I resume grinding my hips against him, savoring the undeniable hardness I can feel through the fabric of his trousers. Our lips maintain their fluid dance, and I'm acutely aware that if I were to glance down at my crotch, I'd undoubtedly find a damp spot in my jeans from the slick soaking my panties. I suspect he wouldn't mind in the least.
His hands, resting on my hips, tighten their grip, guiding and encouraging my movements.
What am I doing?
A deep growl reverberates from his chest, and I respond by increasing the pace of my hips, causing us both to gasp as our lips reluctantly part. I rest my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the heated space between us.
"Hermione," he groans out, his voice strained with desire. "We should stop," he pants against my lips, his fingers tracing higher up my bare back.
"We should," I agree, but our lips are back on each other's. The heat prickles beneath my skin, and I can feel my self-control slipping away. Alpha, alpha, alpha, keeps echoing in my mind as fog clouds my thoughts. My stomach tightens, and my hips quicken their movements. I tangle my fingers in the hair at the back of Draco's head, tugging lightly. He responds by biting my lip, which draws a soft cry from me. He returned to kissing my neck.
"Good girl," he praises in a hushed tone against my heated skin. My hips stuttered in their movement at his words, and he continued to kiss along the column of my throat. "Such a good girl," he repeats, and another escapes me. I grind harder against him, pleasure blossoming from my stomach to the tips of my fingers, while my slick floods my panties. "Draco," I cry out, pulling him against me, my nails digging into his shoulders.
But the heat isn't better, my body still feels hot and I feel empty.
Draco
Feeling her unravel on top of me is nearly enough to tip me over the edge. The room is filled with the intoxicating scent of our arousal, layered with the rich notes of bergamot and amber.
"That's my good girl," I whisper breathlessly, running my hands soothingly over her back.
She gazes up at me with eyes dilated with desire and seizes the front of my shirt, pulling me in for a passionate, fervent kiss. Her hips maintain their fervent pace. Is she trying to make me cum too?
"Hermione, you don't have to-" I start to say.
"I know," she purrs, reaching behind her to place her hand over mine, guiding it to her breast. "Touch me, Draco," she breathes, her voice dripping with desire. The scent of amber swirling in the room is making my mouth water. It's a head, captivating scent, and it feels different and more irresistible…
I squeeze her tit and relish the sensation of her firm nipple through the delicate fabric of her bra.
Hermione's movements intensify, causing a tightening in my groin and a hitch in my chest.
"Fuck, I'm going to-" I begin to say, but my words are abruptly silenced as I cum in my pants, overwhelmed by the sensations when she presses her hips against me.
"Alpha," she whimpers, burying her face in my neck. Her hand ventures down my chest, rapidly moving to undo my pants.
"Whoa, hold on, Hermione, come back to me," I murmur, gently redirecting her hand away from my trousers.
"Alpha, I need your cum," she pleads, attempting for my trousers again.
"Hey, hey," I gently interject, moving her hands once more and planting a reassuring kiss on her temple. I want to be delicate with her, making sure she doesn't feel rejected, especially in her vulnerable state.
"But you're not in the right state of mind to make that decision," I continue, trying to keep her hands from my pants. Her well-being is my priority.
"I need it to keep the alphas away," she breathes out, leaning back and removing her sweater, revealing a body con long-sleeve shirt, likening helping keep her warm. Her face is flushed, and it's only now that I notice her jeans are soaked with slick. My mind races as I try to comprehend her statement. Need it to keep the alphas away?
"You don't," I say after a moment, recalling the details. "You only licked your hands clean." I think hard to see if I remember anything about her using my cum on anything but her hands.
"You went to the bathroom, alpha," she admits, her fingers beginning to peel off her long-sleeved shirt, stopping her from doing so.
I press for more details, needing to understand. "I went to the bathroom, and?" I prod gently, my senses already picking up the familiar scent. It's the same scent I detected in the hallway when I first suspected she might be an omega, and it reminds me of a heat that caught her off guard.
"Rubbed my alpha's cum into my glands," she purrs, nuzzling into my chest and boldly pushing her hands into my pants again.
I can feel my arousal returning at the thought of her rubbing my cum into her scent glands. "I'll take care of it, petal," I assure her, conflicted about what I should do next. Do this and then leave. She's going to enter her heat. My alpha snarls in my mind to stay and help her through her heat, but I know I should leave.
Her eyes remain fixed on my every movement as I dip my hands into my trousers, withdrawing them with my fingers coated in my release. Her breath bitches, and her jaw falls slack. I reach out, rubbing my cum into her scent glands. Despite my arousal rekindling and my straining dick in my trousers, I do my best to ignore it. She lets out a loud purr as I spread my essence over the other side of her neck.
"You did this without me knowing? Why?" I ask, massaging her glands gently.
"To smell like my alpha," she replies, pulling my hand back and leaning her head forward to suck the last traces of my essence from my fingers. "Need you, alpha." She mumbles around my fingers. Her face is flushed and her jeans are thoroughly soaked.
"Sweet omega," I coo, adjusting my position slightly to prepare to stand while still holding her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bed and gently lay her down.
"You need to nest, petal," I say softly as I grab blankets from the chest at the foot of the bed and arrange them. My anxiety is rapidly climbing. I have to leave after this.
Hermione peels off her long-sleeve top, revealing herself in a black lace bra, in the process of wiggling out of her slick-soaked jeans. My alpha urges me to pinch them to use for later but I ignore it. I turn around quickly and open a drawer, finding a set of silk pajamas. With the pajamas in hand, I toss them onto the bed.
"Get dressed, and I'll help you nest," I suggest, then head to the kitchenette. I know I can't take care of her while she is
here; all I can do is prepare as much as I can for her before I leave. Gathering a few bottles of water and some snacks, I start to fill my arms.
Suddenly, I feel her arms wrap around me, her face pressed against my back. "Hey omega, is your nest done?" I ask quietly, rubbing her arms as I lead us back to the nest. Her scent is growing stronger, making it a challenge to breathe and keep my alpha instincts in check.
"I need it to smell like you," she purrs out, followed by a longing whine. "I need you," she mumbles from behind me. I set out the snacks and water on the bedside table before helping her settle into her nest.
I'll help with that," I say as I pull my jumper off, leaving me in my undershirt, and tuck it into her nest. "What a good nest, omega. Alpha is very impressed," I praise, leaning in to give her scorching forehead a gentle kiss.
"Come to our nest, alpha," she begs, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me in.
Letting her hold me, it takes me a moment to pull away. "I can't stay, omega. We can't do this. But I'll be here the minute you're done. I'll help with your aftercare." That's all I can offer. All I can do.
A broken whine of protest escapes her, and she tries to pull me back in.
"Granger, I can't," I say through gritted teeth. I really won't be able to handle being in here much longer. "Be a good girl and take care of your heat. I'll be here as soon as it's done," I soothe, gently pulling away from her.
A quiet cry escapes her. "Please, alpha?"
"I can't. I can't do this to you," I grit out, smoothing her hair back. "I have to leave right now, or I won't be able to. I'll see you soon, Hermione. We can talk about this after your heat." I hurry towards the door before she's able to chase me down.
Bursting into the hallway, the door disappears behind me. I turn and focus on the wall. Do not show me the door until her heat is finished. I instruct silently to the Room of Requirement. I take deep breaths of the heat-free air before gradually relaxing. My alpha is screaming, and even I'm feeling a tumult of emotions not being in there with her.
I lean against the spot on the wall where the door would be and slide down it, sitting there and staring at the wall across from me.
This is wrong.