Ch. 37 - Assurance

Hermione

Spread my legs? My knees come together in an instant, keeping Draco from slotting himself between my thighs. "Draco," I gasp trying to hide my nerves. I definitely want him to knot me, mate me and just the thought leaves my mouth dry. Now isn't the time for that. I want our biologies to take the back seat while we figure out the romantic side of us.

Draco leans against my closed legs and reaches down to squeeze my lace-covered hips. "I won't knot you," he promises in a soft tone, dropping his head to press a wet kiss to my knee. When he looks back up at me, his lids are heavy and his pupils are wide as he stares at me in lust and adoration.

My clit throbs at his gaze, slick flooding my panties, but still I keep my legs shut.

"I'm not going to fuck you quite yet either, darling." His hands have shifted from their place on my hips to the back of my thighs, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs mere inches where my body begs him to touch.

A ragged gasp escapes me, and he watches me intently, his gaze never wavering as his long fingers spread, slipping under the hem of my panties. His nails dig into the soft skin, easily finding purchase. The throbbing between my legs picks up and my nipples grow hard against the cotton of my shirt. Draco looks like a man half starved, eyes dark and hair mussed. The room is thick with the scent of arousal, a heady mixture of his and mine blending together seamlessly.

"Just want to touch you. Can I touch you, pet?" He practically coos, massaging his thumbs into the soft flesh of my inner thighs and leaning his head to the side of my knees. Draco nibbles at my thigh before pressing his thumbs higher, getting closer to my slick soaked pussy. "I want to make you feel good, but I only want to if you say I can."

His weight shifts from my knees, his hands now resting on either side of my hips. "It's up to you," Draco rumbles, his eyes intense. My gaze drops involuntarily to the tent in his sweats, and another rush of slick dampens my panties.

Draco

My only reason for telling her to spread her legs is to lose myself between them. I want to taste her sweetness from the source, have her moaning for me while she sees stars in ecstasy. My dick twitches in my sweats and I'm hoping there isn't a pre-cum spot at the front of them. The way I want to manhandle this witch into a mating press gnaws at the back of my mind. Or even better, bent over the bed with her arms pinned behind her while she begs–

"It's up to you," I rumble out, ready to take whatever answer she gives me. The scent of her slick and arousal is thick in the air, making my mouth water and my dick twitch again.

"Touch me how?" She asks, her wide honey-colored eyes staring up at me with cautious trust.

"Granger," I sigh, running a hand through my hair. It's not irritation that washes over me, but a sense of slight embarrassment. I don't want to push her away. As I'm about to dismiss the idea entirely, I recall how her body responds when I call her a good girl, and I reconsider. Before I can second-guess myself once more, I let the words slip past my lips. "I want to bury my face between your lush thighs."

Her eyebrows shoot up, and her eyes widen. "You do?" she asks, cheeks turning pink.

Nodding slowly, my hands move to rest on her knees. "I've been wanting to taste you." My tone is low as I begin to pull her knees lightly.

Hermione still looks a bit bewildered and it confirms my suspicion of how often she's not been on the receiving end of oral. But an edge of determination settles in her eye, her eyes are fully blown, the amber just a sliver. Her flush starts to work down her chest and her legs spread on their own accord. "You can touch me, Draco."

Her slick coats the inside of her thighs and her panties glisten in the dim light. It feels like I've fallen off my broom. I let out a heavy breath. "Fuck, Granger," I groan and palm myself over my sweats to give some relief. "Do you want me to?" I want to be sure because I still don't believe it.

"I want you to," she says with a shy smile before dropping her head back and covering her eyes with her arm. "Fuck, I do. Please," her beg is a whine.

My knees grow weak at her plea, and I trace my hands up her thighs, skirting past her slick-soaked apex, before settling my hands on her bare belly. "May I touch you everywhere?" Gently, I glide my palms upward until I reach her breasts, where I run my thumb along the underside, eliciting a soft gasp from her. Her arm comes off her face and she looks up at me with heavy lids.

"Yes," Hermione whispers, her breath hitching as anticipation mounts.

"Yes, what?" I inquire softly, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her navel.

"Please, Draco, Alpha, touch me, please," her words tumble out hurriedly, laden with desire. Sensing her urgency, I thumb over her stiff nipples before pinching the sensitive flesh lightly.

The senseless babbling of 'please' from her has my cock drooling into the fabric of my sweats as it attempts to twitch trapped between me and her bed. "Whatever you want," I mumble against the soft skin of her stomach, eliciting a surprised noise from her as I lightly bite down. Her chest heaves and her body is tense with desire. With a determined growl, I pull my hands away and straighten up. "Let's take these off," I murmur under my breath, swiftly tugging her lacy panties off. Holding up her soaked panties, I arch a brow at her, clicking my tongue disapprovingly and shaking my head. I delicately scent the air, which is saturated with her scent of need. "These are soaked," I growl, my gaze lingering on her.

"Then do something about it, Malfoy," she whines, her knees pressing together.

"Fuck," I exhale sharply, unable to resist the urge any longer. Placing my hands on her knees once more, I spread her legs apart, revealing her swollen pussy. The trimmed curls are soaked with slick, causing my pulse to quicken and my mouth to water with desire. If I focus hard enough on the wet slit, I swear I can see her pussy pulse. My balls tighten in response.

My alpha is roars in desire, urging me to bury my cock in her and fuck her into the mattress. Every part of me aches to knot her and get my omega swollen with my pups. The mere thought of pups shocks me back to the present and what I want to do. I shift her slightly, making enough room to slide my arms under her thighs and settle myself between her legs. "You're so pretty," I rumble and turn my head to lick the slick off her inner thigh. My dick twitches painfully and I find myself rutting against the bed, digging my teeth into the pale skin. Her scent overwhelms me, and I'm content to drown in the intoxicating essence of her arousal.

Her hands clutch at the covers with a needy whimper, and I sense her thighs attempting to close, but I persist in keeping them open. "Can't have you doing that, pet," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. I press a kiss to her wet lips and I feel her shiver under me. My tongue pushes past my lips and I press my tongue against her clit. One of her hands moves to my hair and grips it tightly. Smirking against her pussy, I start to suck at her clit, flicking it with my tongue.

Hermione

I never quite understood the appeal of receiving oral. Ron attempted it only once or twice, performing rather inadequately and complaining about my taste, that it was making it difficult for him to keep from knotting me. Yet, he expected me to take his knot in my mouth, leaving me trapped there. Dwelling on Ron and his shortcomings isn't productive, especially when I have my alpha eager to please me. Between his crude words and respectful requests for consent, my arousal builds, my cunt pulsating between my thighs, begging for him.

And beg I do. I give him permission to touch me, and express my desire for his touch, yet he persists, drawing out every whimpered plea. His reward is trailing his fingers up my body, igniting heat in their wake before teasingly pinching my swollen nipples before he's above me again. My soaking panties are tugged off of my body and he attempts to further fluster me by scenting them and commenting. But I refuse to let him win, trying to bite back a retort, only for it to escape as a pleading whine.

Finally, his large hands are gripping my knees and pulling my legs apart.

Vulnerability begins to gnaw at me as I'm exposed before him, but then I watch his eyes dilate fully, and he swallows thickly and it dissipates as fast as it came on. My heart beats so hard in my chest, I'm sure my alpha can hear it. He manhandles me to lick at the slick coating on my thighs, but it's not where I need him, and my legs instinctively try to close. He forces my legs to stay open and stills me with a kiss between my legs. When his tongue flattens against my clit, I grip his silky blonde hair, urging him to hold his face against me. Draco eagerly sucks at my clit, his tongue titillating the sensitive bud of nerves.

My body arches against the bed, but he keeps my hips firmly pressed down. The sloppy sounds of his tongue and mouth on me blend with my soft whimpers.

"I could lick you forever, omega," he growls against my sensitive flesh before plunging his tongue deep inside me, pressing his nose against my clit.

"Draco!" I cry out, digging my heels into his shoulders. He moans against me before returning to my clit, pushing two fingers inside me. Knot me, breed me, mark me, mate me, my brain chants as his fingers curl to massage the most tender spot inside me. The bed creaks in a slow rhythm as I watch him rut into my mattress at the same time his fingers move in and out of me. "Alpha, please," I pant out, not even sure what I'm begging for. For release, for the pleasure to crash over me. Please, please, please alpha.

A light sheen of sweat breaks out over my body as I writhe underneath Draco, who praises my body with his mouth, pleasure blossoms in my stomach. He adds a third finger inside me, drawing a loud moan from my lips. "I'm going to-" my words are cut off in a choked gasp.

"Do it," his hot breath feels cool against my soaking center. "And say my name when you do," he encourages with a low growl, the alpha timbre making it easy to obey. He returns to licking at my clit, his fingers moving faster. The creaking of the bed increases, and I feel sweat trickle down my temple. As my stomach tightens and my thighs begin to quiver, Draco traps my clit between his teeth before soothing it with a broad swipe of his tongue. I soak his fingers with a soft cry and a satisfied noise comes from him. "So close, pet." He practically purrs, delicately pulling the curls above my clit, exposing it further before sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth. The added pleasure of his sucking combines with the slight pinch of the pulled hair, sending waves of sensation through me. My body responds by tightening around his fingers, hips instinctively shifting to meet his touch. "Good girl," he praises in a soft mumble, letting go of the hair he's been pulling.

And then, the orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. "Oh fuck, Draco!" I cry out. My body arches off the bed, fingers entwined in my alpha's hair, urging him to keep his face pressed against my throbbing center as I writhe and grind against him. The sounds of his fingers and mouth on me grow increasingly primal as I drench his hand with slick. He fucks his fingers into me relentlessly but it's not enough. I want my alpha's knot. I need it.

Draco has positioned himself to watch me fall apart beneath him, the bed rocking with each thrust of his hips into the mattress. "You're a stunning creature," he murmurs fervently, his gaze fixed on me as he licks his glistening lips. The heat in my cheeks intensifies, and I pull him closer to me.

"Kiss me," I plead softly, craving the sensation of his lips on me once more.

Draco

All I can think about is how she's going to look when I finally knot her. Will she fall apart like she is now? Is her brow going to be furrowed in pleasure and her eyes shut tight? Most importantly, will she cry out my name like she is now? I watch my witch sink into the mattress, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Stunning" feels inadequate to describe her, but it's the only word that comes to mind, my poetic thoughts on her beauty lost as my cock stirs in my sweats. Will she coat my cock as thoroughly as she does my fingers? Resisting the urge to suck my fingers clean, I fulfill her request for a kiss. Her lips press warmly against mine, she's tasting herself on my lips. The thought sends a jolt of desire through me, my hips instinctively twitching against hers at the illicit thought.

Her hands eagerly find the waistband of my sweats, swiftly pulling them down until I'm left in just my black briefs. As her fingers stroke me through the thin cotton, I break the kiss with a gasp, my forehead meeting hers. Her small hands grip my cock, her hips shifting upward in anticipation. A primal growl escapes me as I kiss her fiercely, using one hand to peel off the borrowed white shirt and toss it aside, leaving her bare before me. Gazing at her through half-closed eyes, keeping myself from suckling on her pert nipples.

"You're so hard," Hermione purrs, her eyes still blissful. "Will you cum for me, alpha?" Her voice carries a hint of sweetness, underscored by an underlying whine of her omega tone.

"I don't know if I can," I start to reply, but she interrupts me.

"I trust you," she reassures, her leg wrapping around my hips as she draws me closer, our bodies pressed together, my brief-covered cock teasing against her slick pussy. Her hips roll slowly against mine, eliciting soft whimpers from her lips. "Scent me," she urges, guiding my face to hers. "Use me to make yourself feel good, just like I used your face." Her lips graze mine as she whispers, "Let me cum with you." Her words carry a gentle persuasion. "Please, Draco." I meet her gaze, seeing the roundness of her omega's eyes, their amber depths molten as she blinks up at me.

"Bloody swot," I groan, my hips rolling against hers. A breathless giggle escapes her lips, scattering my alpha mind with its sweetness. Acting on instinct, a low growl rumbles from deep within me as I shift, pinning my omega beneath me. My hands press into the mattress on either side of her, trapping her legs between my arms and positioning her calves on my shoulders. My solid length presses against her swollen, tender pussy. As long as I keep my naked cock from touching her right now, I can do this without mounting her to fuck her.

Her eyes widen as she stares up at me, caught in a mating press. My thoughts drift to fantasies of really trapping her beneath me, filling her with my knot and cum, but her words draw me back. "Use me, alpha," she encourages, pressing her soaked core against my clothed and achingly hard dick.

"Omega," I groan, surrendering to the primal urge and trusting myself to care for her completely. With no restraint, I press against her, rutting against her with raw desire. My gaze alternates between her bouncing tits and her flushed face as I maintain a relentless pace, driven by primal desire. Sensing her slickness seeping through to my briefs only fuels my craving to plunge into her without any barrier between us. Her eyes screw shut and her moans and whimpers get louder as my growls rip through the room. The bed creaks under us and I can hear a steady thud of the headboard against the wall. Sweat beads on my chest and forehead as my balls begin to tighten and my knot starts to grow. "Look at me," I growl out in demand, wanting her to see me fall apart above her.

Her eyes squeeze shut, her moans and whimpers growing louder with each of my growls reverberating through the room. The bed creaks beneath us, matching the rhythm of our pace, and the headboard thuds against the wall in a steady beat. Sweat glistens on my chest and forehead as my balls begin to tighten, my knot swelling with desire. "Look at me," I demand with a firm alpha tone, wanting her to watch me fall apart for her. The desperation she makes me feel.

Hermione forces her heavy-lidded eyes open, gazing up at me with desire and surrender. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging sharply into my skin, eliciting a loud moan from deep within me. "Fuck," I pant out, my climax within reach. As her nails drag down my chest, she arches against me, her breathless cries mingling with mine. With a final, desperate thrust and a deep growl of her name, I release, spilling into my briefs and mingling with her slick. My knot swells fully as I revel in the pleasure, my hips moving at a slow, deliberate pace wanting to feel everything and be overstimulated by her.

After every last drop of cum has been released from my twitching cock, I drop my damp forehead to hers and tenderly kiss her lips before easing my weight onto her, resting on top of her. My face buries into her neck as she plays with my hair and traces down my back with her hand. I melt into her warmth, purring softly, too exhausted to care about anything else. Her lips brush against my forehead, and in return, I kiss her neck, marked with love bites.

I'm teetering on the edge of consciousness and sleep when I shift slightly, ensuring I don't put too much weight on Hermione but keeping my face nestled in her neck, my body molded against hers. Her hand, resting on my back, glides down and slips into my briefs.

"You've knotted again," she murmurs, her voice shy yet tinged with desire. Her fingers delicately trace around the base of my knot before firmly grasping it. A whimper escapes me at the unexpected touch, and I can hear her swallow thickly. Her grip on my bulging knot tightens, yet she makes no further movements, content simply to hold it.

"You'll always make me knot," I murmur, lightly nipping the sensitive spot of her scent gland before soothing it with a stroke of my tongue. "Remember third year? When you gave me a well-deserved right hook, hmm?"

I feel her face bury into my hair, her hand gently squeezing the tender bulb. "Yes," she admits softly, her warmth seeping into my skin.

"You didn't send me off with just a bloody nose, you sent me right into my first rut," I confess in a breathy tone from her grasp. I felt a surge of courage to share such intimate memories with her. It's always been her.

She sits up, her gaze meeting mine with narrowed eyes. "No, I didn't! There's no way I—" She pauses, recalling the memory, then shakes her head slightly. "Well, I'm so sorry! I know my heat was just around the corner and I was extra sensitive to prats then." She tries to tease me, but I notice her worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

Shaking my head, I press some weight into her, encouraging her to relax. My fingers trace a path from her navel between her breasts, then up to find the firm peak of her nipple. I circle it gently, adjusting my hips to prompt her to squeeze on my knot again, a quiet rumble builds in my chest. "Don't be sorry. It was bound to happen at some point," I reassure her nonchalantly, eliciting a gasp as I pinch the rosy bud firmly, my touch deliberate yet teasing. "Now, tell me something," I request, my finger trailing down one breast before moving to the other, where I begin to play with the neglected nipple.

Hermione

Every fiber of my being is on fire with desire. My mind is consumed by the presence of the alpha nestled beside me. His scent envelops me, the weight of his knot in my hand causes my pussy to flutter around nothing. His exploring hands send shivers down my spine, each touch a tantalizing caress. The memory of how he dry-fucked me, the primal sounds he unleashed, lingers in my mind, the quiet embers of need being stoked. Not even the shock of me kick-starting his first rut.

"Now, tell me something," he requests, his light touches sending a pleasurable ache through my nipples.

"Hm?" I refrain from speaking, instead opting to lightly massage my fingers against his shrinking knot.

"Have you never been eaten out before?" he questions, his lips trailing kisses along my throat and collarbones.

My cheeks flush as I bite my lip, finding his choice of pillow talk quite interesting. "Do you really want to know?" I finally ask, tugging lightly on his softening dick.

He gasps, resting his damp forehead against my neck. "Yes," he sighs out. "I need to know," he murmurs against my pulse point.

A shiver runs through me before I relent. "Just a few times, but it wasn't… great. I've never... you know," I shrug, hoping he understands the implication. But knowing Draco, he won't let me get away without being explicit.

"No, I don't. You've never what, omega?" he asks, squeezing my breast with his large hand before returning to tracing my pebbled nipple.

"I've never finished before," I mumble, feeling the blush deepen to an alarming shade. I swear I can feel his chest swell with pride, or maybe it's just his dick getting hard again in my hand.

"But you finished with me today, hm?" he drawls out, propping himself up on his elbow to gaze down at me with his silver eyes, pupils starting to dilate.

"I think we both know I did," I give his dick a final squeeze before allowing my hand to glide over the sticky mess in his boxers. Bringing my hand up, I massage his potent cum into my neck, maintaining eye contact with him.

His jaw goes slack and his eyes darken further. "Fuck, Granger," he almost whines, reclining back beside me. "If you weren't fresh from a heat..." he sighs, wandlessly casting Scourgify to clean up the mess on the bed, my neck, and probably his briefs, leaving me cocooned in his possessive scent.

I smile contentedly, resuming the gentle strokes along his back as he nuzzles into my chest. A soft chuckle escapes me, and I settle back against the plush pillows of my nest.

"Do you really want to stay for the rest of the holiday?" I inquire with a yawn, feeling my eyelids grow heavy.

"As long as you want me," he murmurs against the fat of my breast, planting a tender kiss there.

My stomach flutters and my heart quickens its pace. "I do want you," I confess. "I only have plans for New Year's. I had hoped to use the break to get ahead on—"

"What are the plans for New Year's?" he interrupts gently, pulling a quilt snugly around us.

"Harry, Ginny, probably Ron, and whoever else is celebrating at Grimmauld Place," I respond softly, hesitant to mention Ron's likely presence but knowing I can't withhold that information from my alpha."And I'm sure you'd be welcome to join as well," I add, feeling a surge of warmth at the thought. After all, Draco is my boyfriend—a cheesy notion that leaves me feeling oddly giddy.

A few moments of contemplative silence envelop us before he finally responds. "I'll think about it," he rumbles out, his voice muffled against my chest. I lean down and plant a kiss on the top of his head. "Hermione?" he mumbles, his words barely audible against my skin.

"Hmm?" I stroke my fingers through his blonde locks, soothingly.

"I like you," he sighs out, tightening his arms around my waist.

A soft smile plays on my lips as I shift my hand to squeeze the back of his neck, mirroring his affectionate gesture. "I like you," I assure him warmly.