Hermione
Draco and I spend the remainder of the day cocooned in our nest. He insists I stay put and even brings our meals to the bedside. Though no further kisses are shared, his lingering gazes tell me that we're both navigating this stolen moment, and it's unclear whether it's driven by our secondary biologies or genuine feelings. The shadows grow in the room as night comes and I feel like our time is coming to an end. But I'm not ready to leave.
"How behind am I in classes?" I ask, nuzzling his shoulder lightly.
"Not much. I have all the notes and outlined the assignments. I'm sure you'll finish it up by tomorrow night," he hums, tracing his fingers up and down my back.
"That's not bad," I whisper, my fingers tracing patterns up and down his chest, and then I decide to ask the burning question that's been on my mind. "Why did you come back to help me? I can't imagine it was easy for you to leave when my heat was about to begin or to enter a room filled with my heat's aftermath. I wouldn't want you to make yourself uncomfortable for my sake."
His fingers pause in their soothing path, and for a moment, silence hangs in the air as he contemplates my question.
"Well, I did promise I'd come back for your aftercare," he begins, moving his hand from my back to delicately stroke my now-dried curls. "I knew that, whether you thought I was just pacifying the needy omega in you or not, a part of you would be waiting for me. I didn't want you to be distressed. And as I said earlier, I genuinely wanted to be here."
As he twirls a strand of my hair around his fingers, I can feel my face warming at his gentle explanation. A low, rumbling purr begins to resonate within my chest, and I shift to rest my head against his chest, savoring the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Does it... trouble you that I returned so quickly after your heat?" he murmurs, shifting me so that I'm nestled against him. His warm, solid form feels more comforting to my omega than the bed itself.
Without a moment's hesitation, I shake my head and murmur, "Not at all... I'm glad you came back." I openly admit, suppressing the urge to nip at his neck, choosing instead to press my lips against the warm skin, inhaling his intoxicating alpha scent. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for my aftercare to be over," I confess, hoping that my omega's purr, growing louder in response to my words, conveys the deeper desire I can't bring myself to speak.
His fingers lightly dig into my hips, and I feel his lips brushing my forehead. "I've got nowhere to be tonight but right here, with you." Those words send my heart racing, and a flutter of butterflies takes flight in my stomach, making me involuntarily squeeze my thighs together.
"Really?" I ask in a whisper before I can bite my question back.
"Really." He confirms, adjusting himself so his lips brush mine as he speaks.
He wants to be here. Alpha wants me. My alpha wants me. His closeness encourages me to lean in for a kiss, but the sudden clattering from the kitchenette startles me, making me jerk away.
"Dinner," Draco mumbles. "I'll bring it to you, omega," his deep alpha tone nearly compelling me to comply.
This alpha makes my head spin, fucking Draco, for Merlin's sake. Allowing him to coddle me feels silly, but not as much as what I'm about to do.
Feeling a surge of confidence, I shift closer to him, propping myself up on one elbow. My gaze narrows, settling on his stormy eyes. With a slow, deliberate movement, I brush a loose lock of hair away from his forehead, holding his intense gaze as I do. The corner of my lips curls into a subtle, sultry smile, and I lean in a fraction closer, my voice taking on a seductive tone as I speak, "only on one condition, alpha." Even though we both know I'd obey anyway.
Draco
Is Hermione Granger hitting on me? Her eyes, heavy-lidded yet remarkably clear, hold a certain intensity that sets my nerves on edge. Anxiety and excitement churn in my stomach as I meet her sultry gaze, an amused smile playing on my lips.
"What is that, omega?" I ask with a teasing undertone, a smirk quirking at the corner of my mouth. I reach up, my fingers gently tucking a strand of her curls behind her ear, my touch lingering a moment longer than necessary.
A soft hum escapes her lips, and she leans in, brushing her nose against mine. The proximity heightens the tension in the air, and her request catches me off guard.
"Kiss me?" she whispers, her warm breath dancing against my lips.
I resist the immediate impulse to indulge her, opting instead to tease. "Before or after?" I counter with a smirk, testing the waters.
"Maybe one before and one after?" she purrs, her voice a tempting melody that stirs something within me.
"My, my, someone's being a greedy little omega," I rumble in response, a playful glint in my eyes. Despite the banter, I lean my head up, closing the distance between us as our lips meet. The kiss is a slow burn, and she melts into the connection.
I deepen the kiss, my arms wrapping around her as I shift, rolling us over so that she's beneath me. "Gotcha," I tease, breaking the kiss and standing up. With a casual adjustment of my joggers, I attempt to conceal the undeniable arousal.
Her eyes, slightly glazed but still playful, meet mine as she giggles and turns into her pillows. "You did," she admits, settling against the covers with a satisfied smile.
I make my way to the kitchen for our dinner. Turning back, I find her sitting up, a tender smile gracing her lips—a smile I don't deserve. I lay out the plates and sit next to her.
I meet her gaze and a playful smirk dances on her lips. "You owe me one more," she says, the challenge evident in her eyes. An amused smile comes to my lips and my eyes flit to her lips. In that small movement, the air begins to crackle with anticipation. I lean in for the second kiss she playfully demanded. Our lips meet in a dance of desire, a sweet collision that sparks a fire between us. As the warmth intensifies, my hand finds its way to the small of her back, fingers gently tracing invisible patterns.
Her response is immediate and electric. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if unwilling to let the moment slip away. The taste of her lips is intoxicating, and the connection deepens with each passing second. Our bodies draw nearer, the space between us disappearing as the kiss becomes full of shared longing.
Time seems to stand still and the world outside fades away. The rhythm of our breaths syncs. It becomes increasingly difficult to pull away. Eventually, with a reluctance, we break the kiss, breathless and flushed. The air is charged with shared passion.
Her cheeks are flushed with a pretty pink and she smoothes her hair down. "Uh, thank you." She clears her throat and picks up a plate.
"Anytime," I respond, hoping it doesn't sound desperate.
We begin to eat slowly, savoring each bite as we share casual conversation. Talking with Hermione is as effortless as breathing air. There is no trace of awkwardness.
Once we finish the meal, I wave my wand and the plates disappear and any stray crumbs in the bed have disappeared as well. The soft glow of dimmed lights casts a gentle ambiance, inviting an atmosphere of tranquility.
We find ourselves nestled in a cocoon of blankets and pillows, the remnants of our shared laughter and whispered conversations lingering in the air.
In the quiet stillness, I steal a glance at her. Her eyes, once lively with conversation, now carry a softness, a quiet vulnerability that tugs at my heart. A comfortable silence wraps around us like a familiar embrace, and I reach over to intertwine our fingers.
Her gaze meets mine, and a contented smile plays on her lips. With a subtle invitation, I pull her closer until our bodies are comfortably entwined. The warmth of her presence seeps into my very core, creating a sense of serenity that erases all worry. The room is filled with a serene intimacy and I watch my vulnerable, soft omega drift to sleep in my arms.
In the hushed stillness, I press a gentle kiss on her forehead, a silent promise of protection and warmth. I resist the pull of my own eyelids, reluctant to miss any of these moments with her. Tomorrow, I know, we'll slip back into our easy friendship.
Hermione
I wake up with my nose tucked against Draco's scent gland and his body tightly wrapped around me. A gentle purr threatens to escape my throat, but I swallow it down. Reality nudges at me – we have to get back to classes and the routine of everyday life. As much as my omega would like to, we can't just stay wrapped up in each other like this.
As I shift away from Draco to stretch, a quiet sound escapes me. He responds with a heavy sigh, reaching out for me with a half-asleep plea. "Not yet, omega. C'mere." His eyes remain closed as he pulls me back into his arms again, his face finding refuge in the curve of my neck.
Unable to resist the urge, a soft purr finally comes from me, blending with the rhythmic motion of my hand caressing his back. "We can't afford to be late. I've already missed class," I gently remind him, attempting to inject a touch of responsibility into the sleepy haze.
"Good morning to you too," he rumbles, tightening his hold around me.
"Good morning, Draco," I say with a sleepy smile, relishing the warmth of his morning snuggles. Draco being a cuddly alpha was not something I expected. "Feel free to stay in bed, but I've got to take a shower." I run my fingers through his soft blonde hair. "I'm all for skipping breakfast in the Great Hall, but missing our first class is not on my agenda." The cozy moment lingers as I gently, and reluctantly, extricate myself from the warmth of our nest and start towards the bathroom.
I shut the door and turn the taps on. Steam starts to fill the bathroom and the soothing sound of the shower greets me as I step in. The warm cascade of water washes away the remnants of sleep.
As I lather my hair with shampoo, my mind drifts to the day ahead—classes, the allure of the library, and the idea of stealing a quiet moment with Draco amidst the pages of our textbooks. My mind wanders with a fantasy about stolen moments with Draco in the library as I finish my shower.
Stepping out of the shower, I envelop myself in a fluffy towel, relishing the softness against my skin. The mirror reflects a refreshed version of myself, water droplets glistening like morning dew. With purposeful movements, I proceed with my morning routine—brushing my hair, applying a touch of makeup, dressing in my black matching set, and pulling on my Hogwarts uniform. My hair is still a bit too wet so I cast a wandless drying spell on my hair and the curls fall into place effortlessly.
I swing the door open to be met by Draco, his dark eyes locking onto mine, and the room engulfed in the strong, distinct smell of his scent.
"Omega," he growls out.
Draco
I observe her graceful walk towards the bathroom, my gaze inadvertently drawn to the gentle sway of her ass clad in short silk shorts. The subtle morning arousal transforms into an undeniable hardness, heightened by the alluring fragrance of her omega that fills the air. I won't be able to focus all day. I shut my eyes, attempting to relax and force my hard-on away, but my efforts are futile.
When I hear the shower start, I seize the moment to alleviate the growing tension within my groin. My left-hand slips into my joggers, firmly gripping the base of my cock. With my alpha wandering into a realm of unchecked fantasies in my mind, I focus on my pleasure, aiming to finish before she emerges from the bathroom.
As I draw closer to cumming, my alpha's insistent voice starts to dominate my thoughts. The mantra "omega needs our release, can't climax without sharing" echoes incessantly. Just as I teeter on the edge of release, my alpha forcefully takes charge. Images of Hermione sensually taking the cum from my fingers flood my mind, and I spill into my hand, succumbing to my desire and imagination.
My chest heaves with the silent orgasm and I find myself standing on shakey legs. My mind is chanting Hermione's name. I wanted her to smell of me, only me. Mine, my omega. I linger outside the bathroom door, respecting her privacy and hesitant to intrude. When the door swings open, I'm met with a waft of warm amber and honey. There she stands, adorned in her uniform, her eyes locking onto mine.
Another surge of desire courses through me, a visceral fantasy of pushing her back into the bathroom, bending her over the counter, flipping up her skirt, and taking her right there.
"Omega," I growl, stepping into her space.
"Draco?" she questions, her hands resting on my chest. "Is everything okay?"
"Smell like me, you washed it off." I declare, lifting my hand covered in my cum and brushing it against her throat, spreading the scent into the gland on her neck.
She stills and waits patiently, watching me with her own darkening eyes.
I lean in and brush my nose against hers in a silent request for a kiss. In response, she closes the distance between our lips, allowing for a tender connection. "Thank you, alpha. I enjoy smelling like you," Hermione murmurs, her tone composed, yet her scent betrays a subtle undercurrent of arousal that begins to envelop us.
"Now, go take a shower. I believe breakfast is here. I'll fix you a plate and coffee," she adds, giving my chest a gentle pat before gracefully stepping away and closing the door behind her, leaving me alone in the bathroom.
Fixing my gaze on the closed door, I instinctively reach for the taps, allowing the water to cascade as I step in. The initial shock of the cold water prompts a reaction from my alpha, causing a shiver to ripple through me. Yet, in this discomfort, I find a solid anchor to firmly reassert control over that part of myself. But it leaves behind embarrassment from the brash and crude actions of my alpha.
Hermione
The door clicks shut behind me, and I find myself leaning against the wall next to it, my breaths coming in uneven patterns. He's all alpha right now. My hand instinctively rises to the sticky mess on my neck, and without second thoughts, I dip my fingers into it. Undoubtedly, I'll smell only of Draco today.
In a bit of a daze, I make my way to the kitchen, grabbing a napkin to wipe away the evidence. I resist the urge to suck my fingers clean to indulge in the lingering taste, and instead, focus on removing any visible traces.
Inhaling deeply, I shake my head determinedly. I can't allow myself to succumb to an omega state, and it's crucial to find a way to bring Draco out of his alpha mindset. Heading towards the breakfast-laden table, I take my seat, assembling a plate for Draco accompanied by a steaming cup of black coffee before putting together the same for myself. Might as well enjoy the last peaceful meal he and I will have together for a while.
Summoning my book bag, I retrieve the textbook for our upcoming class, immersing myself in the pages, eager to catch up on the required reading. It's an attempt to restore a sense of normalcy and focus on the academic routine we share, hoping it will help ground both of us.
As the door to the bathroom swings open, my eyes lift, and a genuine smile curves on my lips. The atmosphere seems to shift, and Draco steps into the room, a notable change in his demeanor evident. The earlier overwhelming alpha presence has given way to a more subdued and apologetic aura.
"Draco," I greet, my smile softening as I notice the remorse in his eyes.
"Hey, Hermione," he responds, his voice carrying a trace of regret. "I'm so sorry that happened." He says as he comes to sit across from me.
I'm not. Instead of dwelling on the action of his alpha instincts, I cover my hand with his, an invitation to let go of any guilt. "It's okay, Draco," I assure him, my tone soft and understanding. "No reason to dwell on it, right?"
Draco gazes at me, a blend of gratitude and surprise in his eyes, seemingly relieved. With a subtle nod, he inhales deeply, the lingering tension gradually fading. "None," he replies, offering a grateful smile as he takes a sip of his coffee. "Thank you for breakfast," he adds, raising his mug slightly in acknowledgment before indulging in another long sip.
"You're welcome," I respond, a genuine smile playing on my lips as I shift my attention to my own breakfast.
As we finish our breakfast, the atmosphere becomes more relaxed, and we proceed to prepare for the day ahead. Gathering our belongings, we leave the room together.
As we navigate the hallways toward our first class, a subtle unease lingers in the pit of my stomach, stirred by the glares from the alphas we pass. Draco senses my tension and mutters, "Ignore them," under his breath, intertwining his pinky with mine as a comforting gesture. I observe our linked hands, only to realize the shimmer of a disillusionment spell. He thinks of everything.
Turning down a corridor leading to our class, Draco and I are startled as someone unexpectedly leaps onto us. "There you two are!" Blaise exclaims, laughter bubbling as he playfully drapes an arm over each of us.
"Don't do that again, Zabini. Unless you fancy losing your bollocks," Draco growls, attempting to extricate himself from under Blaise's arm, but the grip tightens.
"You'd never! You know the ladies love them too much! You'd be doing a disservice to the wizarding world," Blaise sighs dramatically, a mischievous glint in his eye.
I roll my eyes, suppressing a laugh at their banter.
"How are you feeling, Granger?" Blaise redirects his attention toward me.
"I'm good, thanks," I reply with a nod, knowing he's referencing my post-heat recovery.
"Did you two hear about McGonnagal's announcement this morning?" Blaise teases, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Obviously not, Blaise," Draco answers with an eye roll.
"Another ball. Right after the Christmas holiday," Blaise reveals, prompting a groan from me.
"Another one?" I shake my head in mild exasperation. The first one was enough of a disaster and we have to endure a second one?
"Wonderful, now, shove off," Draco interjects, skillfully extracting himself from beneath Blaise. "And get off of Hermione."
"Aw, but Drakey—" Blaise begins, only to be cut off by a low growl from Draco. He quickly relents, removing his arm and raising his hands in surrender. "Okay."
I roll my eyes at them and watch as Draco pulls the door open for me. I mumble a quiet thanks and sit in my seat. Another ball? Maybe I can skip this one altogether? Or maybe… Draco will ask me? He wouldn't let anything happen to me. Would he even want to go with me?