Hermione

I settle into the cushions of the Room of Requirement, the warmth from the crackling fireplace lulling me into a drowsy state. The room has shaped itself into something cozy, almost like a hidden sanctuary. Dim lighting, a plush armchair, and a soft, oversized throw blanket draped over me. I hadn't realized how tired I was until I sat down, the events of the day catching up with me.

I try to keep my eyes open, staring into the fire, but I can feel myself slipping. Draco's late, though I told myself I wouldn't hold it against him. Still, it's hard not to drift off while waiting. The heavy weight of the day presses against my eyelids, and despite the nagging thought that I should stay alert, sleep is pulling me under.

There's a soft creak—the door?—and I shift slightly but don't open my eyes. It's Draco, I know it. His presence is like an unspoken hum in the air, one I can recognize even when I'm half asleep.

"Granger," I hear his voice, low and amused, and I know he's standing there, probably smirking at how I'm barely conscious. "You couldn't even stay awake?"

I try to say something, but it comes out more like a mumble as I shift under the blanket. I feel him crouch down beside me, the familiar scent of him—warm and comforting—filling the room. His fingers brush my cheek gently, and I manage to open my eyes just a crack.

"You're late," I murmur, my voice thick with sleep.

He chuckles softly, not bothering to deny it. "Tired already? You're usually the one lecturing me about discipline."

"M'not lecturing," I mumble, letting my eyes drift closed again. "Just... tired."

I can feel him smiling, even without seeing it. "Well, I can't have you falling asleep on me. I thought we had things to discuss."

I nod vaguely, but my body's already sinking deeper into the cushions.

"Granger," Draco murmurs, his voice taking on a firmer edge, though there's still amusement dancing in his tone. "We can't look at the memories while you're half asleep. You need to be alert for this."

I groan softly, shifting beneath the blanket, but I'm too comfortable to fight him on it. "I'm alert... enough," I mutter, though my words are barely coherent.

Draco sighs, crouching down beside me, his hand brushing lightly through my hair. "No, you're not. You'll miss half of what's important if you're this tired."

I blink up at him, trying to look more awake than I feel. "It'll be fine. We'll just..."

He shakes his head, cutting me off. "No. This is important. If we're going to review those memories, we need to do it properly. We can't rush it just because you're impatient."

I open my mouth to protest, but he's already ahead of me. "Look, why don't we just tell the headmistress we need the weekend? It's not like she'll argue with us about needing time."

I frown, barely processing what he's saying. "The weekend?"

"Yes, Granger. The weekend." Draco's lips twitch in a smirk. "You're always the one telling me not to rush through things, so we can do it properly."

Before I can argue, I feel his arms slide under me, lifting me off the armchair with ease. I let out a startled noise, but my body is too tired to resist as he carries me across the room.

"Draco, put me down," I grumble, though my arms loop lazily around his neck.

He just chuckles. "Not a chance. You're not reviewing anything tonight, and you need proper sleep."

He carries me over to the lush bed the room has conjured, laying me down gently. As I sink into the soft mattress, my eyes drift closed again, but I feel the bed dip as he settles in next to me.

"Tomorrow," he says softly, his hand finding mine under the blanket. "We'll look at the memories tomorrow, and we'll do it right."

I'm already half asleep again, but his warmth beside me and the steady beat of his heart under my palm is enough to make me smile.

"Fine," I whisper, my voice trailing off as sleep pulls me under. "Tomorrow."

I barely register his soft, amused chuckle before I drift off completely.

Draco

As Hermione dozes off in my arms, I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Her falling asleep was a bit of a plan on my end. Honestly, after everything, I'd rather focus on her, on us, right now.

I lean my head back against the pillow, pulling her closer to me, her soft breathing warm against my chest. I want more time with her before anything changes. Maybe that makes me selfish, but I don't care. I want to take her as mine, to feel her under me, her tight cunt gripping my cock, watching her come undone for me, with me.

I press my lips to the top of her head, breathing her in. The scent of her, the way she fits against me, soothes the restlessness in my chest. "I love you, my sweet mate," I whisper, my own words barely audible. I only tell her I love her when I'm sure she's asleep, when her breathing is slow and steady, and I know she can't hear me. It's not that I don't want her to know but the words sit tight in my chest with the need to say it. But at the same time, I don't want to scare her off. Hermione isn't the type to rush into anything, and I'd rather hold this feeling a little longer, and savor it in the quiet moments like this, where it's just us. Safe. Warm. Real. There will be time for the memories. Time for whatever they reveal and the decisions we'll have to make after.

I pull her impossibly closer and let my eyes close, thankful that sleep comes quickly.

End of the Week

Hermione

I stare at the clock in my room, leaning back in my desk chair, fingers absentmindedly stroking Crookshanks' head as he purrs contentedly on my lap. The minutes tick by slower than I'd like. I scratch behind his ears, my mind racing with the possibilities of what's to come tonight. McGonagall permitted us to be unaccounted for starting this afternoon after classes, and while I should feel relieved, there's a restlessness inside me. Draco walked me back to Gryffindor Tower so I could pack my things, his hand warm against mine the entire way. He said to meet him outside the portrait within the hour, and I agreed, though now I wish I'd asked to stay with him instead. My overnight bag has been ready since the moment we got approval—it's been sitting near my bed, waiting, just like I have.

My omega is restless, stirring under my skin in a way that makes me nervous as if my heat might come early. But so far, there's no real sign of it, just this craving, this need that seems to pulse beneath the surface. It's not physical, not quite, but it lingers. Draco's been patient with me, humoring my restlessness by sneaking out every night to meet me at the Room of Requirement, where we share a bed. I've never needed someone like this before, not even with Ron. There's something about Draco… his warmth, his weight beside me, the scent of him wrapping around me like a cocoon – that makes sleep come so easily. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I glance from the orange cat curled in my lap to the clock on the wall. Twenty more minutes? The thought stirs a quiet whine from deep within me, an instinctual omega sound of impatience. Gently cradling Crookshanks in my arms, I rise from the desk and make my way over to the bed, letting the familiar weight of him settle against me as I lie down.

The only way I can truly repay Draco for his patience with my instinct to nest with him and the comfort he brings is by indulging his constant desire to have me wet and trembling from his touch. Draco has taken to pulling me into broom closets more often than I care to admit—at least twice a day, sometimes more, much to my chagrin. His hands are relentless, knowing exactly how to push me over the edge, bringing me to an orgasm with swift efficiency. He only ever lets me blow him after our flying lessons. Which I'm eager to do for him and find myself more confident at a reasonable speed to finish the first year track quickly. And now that Draco is satisfied with where I'm at, he always ends lessons after a few laps. He spreads out his robes on the grass, and we let the cool night air nip at us as we make out under the stars until I make him see stars.

A gentle knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. "Come in," I call out, already suspecting it's Ginny, curious about my weekend plans.

"Hey," she hums as she walks in, her eyes quickly landing on my overnight bag by the door. "Going somewhere?"

"Draco and I are headed out for the weekend," I reply, sitting up and smiling at her. There's a flutter of excitement in my chest at the thought of being alone with him.

"Ooh," Ginny's eyebrows wiggle playfully, and she settles into my desk chair, clearly intrigued. "Are you two finally going to—" She widens her eyes, a teasing grin spreading across her face. "You know."

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I bite my lip, a shy smile escaping me.

A soft laugh bubbles up as I shrug, trying to play it cool despite the warmth spreading through me. "I'm hoping so."

Ginny squeals, and I can't help but giggle at her enthusiasm. "That's so exciting!" She leans forward, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"It's not that exciting." I shake my head. "We do everything else!"

"We both know this is different!" She gives me a knowing look.

"I love him, Gin. Of course, it's different." I shrug, tingles filling my stomach as I look at the clock. Finally, "I've got to go. He'll be waiting outside the tower."

Ginny hops up and pulls me into a tight hug. "Have fun!" She squeals again and I follow her out of my room.

Draco

I stand outside the entrance of Gryffindor Tower, anticipation coursing through me as I wait for Hermione. The moment she steps out, my breath catches in my throat. She looks radiant, her eyes bright with excitement, and I can't help but pull her into my arms. Our lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss that sends a rush of warmth through me.

"Let's go, I don't want it to get too dark," I say softly against her lips, my hand reaching for her bag. With a flick of my wrist, I mutter a charm to shrink it, tucking it safely into my pocket. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her through the castle, anticipation building with each step as we approach the exit.

Just as we near the school boundary, a sharp voice cuts through the air behind us. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, where do you think you two are going?" It's Professor Onyx, her tone icy and authoritative. "Just because you're both eighth years doesn't mean you're exempt from the rules regarding visits to Hogsmeade."

I feel Hermione tense beside me, annoyance flickering in her eyes. Onyx has been relentless lately, scrutinizing every move we make, her disapproval palpable. It's as if she takes pleasure in trying to control us, and I can see that Hermione is ready to push back.

I glance at her, a silent question in my gaze. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a small scroll, holding it up defiantly. "Actually, Professor, we have special permission to leave." Her voice is steady, but I can sense the irritation simmering just beneath the surface. She spoke to McGonagall, explaining that we were working on a project and that she was nervous about her heat being oncoming.

Onyx's eyes narrow as she steps closer, scrutinizing the scroll. "And where did you acquire this?"

Hermione straightens, her expression unwavering. "I spoke with Headmistress McGonagall.

For a moment, Onyx appears taken aback, her brow furrowing in frustration as she processes this information. "I see," she says slowly, her voice dripping with disbelief. "But that doesn't mean you can simply ignore the rules."

I squeeze Hermione's hand, feeling the tension radiating off her as she responds with a curt tone. "We're of age, Professor. We obtained permission from the headmistress."

Onyx glares at us, the weight of her authority pressing down, but I can feel the resolve in Hermione's grip.

After a beat, Onyx lets out an exasperated sigh, clearly weighing her options. "Very well," she finally concedes, her voice laced with irritation. "But don't think for a moment that I won't be keeping an eye on you."

Hermione doesn't say a word; she simply turns on her heel and walks away. I can feel the irritation radiating off her in waves, and I quickly catch up, reclaiming her hand.

"Merlin," she mutters under her breath once we're far enough away. "I'm tempted to give her the Rita Skeeter treatment."

I can't help but snort at that. "Let's not get expelled before the end of the school year, alright?" I reply, bringing her gloved hand to my lips and kissing the back of it gently.

"The Headmistress would never allow that," she huffs, stepping closer to me as we navigate the path leading away from the castle.

"Neither would I," I counter, my gaze focused ahead at the distant lights that beckon us. We still have to make our way through the small village and over the hill, but I'm in no rush to reach our destination, even if my alpha instinct, and my cock, are eager.

The cottage my mother owns, hidden away from prying eyes, is our goal. It carries the weight of an unfortunate history—the very place the Death Eaters used during the war. My mother never wanted to part with it, knowing it could serve as a sanctuary if I ever needed it during my eighth year. And now, here I am, in dire need of that sanctuary—with my omega, Hermione Granger, no less.

I catch a glimpse of her breath misting in the frigid air. "Just a little further," I assure her, intertwining my fingers with hers. The path through Hogsmeade is quiet, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. I can't resist stealing glances at her as we walk, admiring how the cold has flushed her cheeks with a rosy hue.

As we approach the cottage, I can feel a bit of nostalgia and apprehension. The structure looms ahead, shrouded in shadow, but I recognize it instantly—its stone façade is just as I remember, though it feels like a lifetime since I last stood before it.

Once we step through the arched wooden door, I pause, taking in the familiar scent of aged wood and faint lavender, mixed with something new. The interior has changed more than I expected. If it weren't in the same location, I'd almost think I'd walked into someone else's cottage.

The living area is bathed in warm light, courtesy of the elegant sconces lining the walls. Plush furniture—soft, muted fabrics that evoke a sense of comfort—invites us to settle in. My mother's touch is evident everywhere; from the intricate tapestries draping the walls to the elegant vases adorned with fresh flowers that brighten the room. It's lush, sophisticated, and undeniably hers. I turn to Hermione, who's gazing around with wide eyes, taking it all in.

A soft smile creeping onto her lips. "It's beautiful, Draco. You said your mother destroyed all of the old stuff in here?"

I walk further inside, leading her toward the fireplace, where a fire crackles to life, casting flickering shadows across the walls. The warmth envelops us, a stark contrast to the chill outside.

"Yeah, and she started from scratch. She always had a knack for creating spaces that felt welcoming," I reply, leaning against the mantel. "I guess I didn't appreciate it enough when I was younger."

Hermione steps closer, her fingers brushing against a delicate ceramic vase filled with flowers. "It feels like a home," she observes softly. "It's cozy and elegant at the same time."

I chuckle lightly, glancing at her. "My mother would be pleased to hear you say that. She always believed that a home should be both a sanctuary and a place for beauty."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" She says with a smile.

Hermione

I watch as Draco moves around, settling our bags by the armchair and flicking his wand at the fire to make it roar a bit brighter. Everything feels inviting, cozy, and charged in a way that makes my skin prickle with anticipation.

I sit down on the plush couch, letting my fingers trail over the velvety cushion beneath me. My heart's racing, and I can barely believe we're here, alone. No classes, no Onyx, no looming curfews or interruptions. Just us.

Draco joins me on the couch, close enough that his leg brushes against mine. He leans back, his face lit by the glow from the fire, looking so effortlessly comfortable here. I, on the other hand, feel like every nerve is buzzing. We've been slowly moving toward this moment, and now… it's here. There's no distraction, no excuse.

Alright, Hermione, I tell myself. He's here, you're here, and he wants this just as much as you do. I take a breath, steadying myself. This is Draco—my Draco—who's always so steady and certain, and who's been patient with me at every turn. If I want this, I need to show him.

I slide a bit closer, feeling my heart pound as I rest my hand lightly on his arm. He glances at me, surprised, but a little smirk plays on his lips. Merlin, that smirk.

Don't overthink it, I remind myself. Just… go for it.

I let my hand trail down his arm, slow, deliberate, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric. "Draco," I say softly, almost a whisper, but he hears it, his gaze sharp and focused, waiting.

Draco's hand is warm in mine, his thumb tracing slow, steady circles along the back of my hand as we sit together on the couch. The room is quiet, filled only with the soft crackle of the fire, and I can feel the air between us shift, charged with the quiet anticipation that's been building since we got here. I glance up at him, his gaze focused on me, his eyes darker than usual, filled with something deep and steady.

Before I can second-guess myself, I lean toward him, my heart pounding as I press my lips to his. For a moment, he's still, and I wonder if I've surprised him, but then his hand comes up to cup my cheek, fingers warm and gentle as he tilts my face toward him, deepening the kiss. I let myself melt into him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer, feeling his breath hitch as I move against him.

His other hand rests on my waist, firm but careful. He presses his forehead against mine, his breath mingling with mine in the small space between us, and then he kisses me again, slower this time, lingering, tasting. His lips part, and I feel a spark as his tongue brushes against mine, a slow, deliberate exploration that makes my omega needy and my pussy throb.

His hands slide along my waist, pressing me closer until I'm practically in his lap, and I lose myself in the way he feels, the way he smells, like something warm and grounding. My fingers tangle in his hair, and he makes a low, satisfied sound, his mouth leaving a trail along my jaw, down my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

Eventually, I pull back, catching my breath as I look at him, his expression softened in a way I don't think I've ever seen before. His eyes search mine, and then he brushes a stray curl behind my ear, his thumb lingering against my cheek.

"Come to bed with me," he murmurs, his voice low and hungry. I nod, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest as he takes my hand, helping me up from the couch and leading me to the bedroom.

Draco

The moment we step into the room, it's like everything else fades away, leaving only Hermione. I reach for her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close, pressing a single, lingering kiss to her lips. It's soft, but enough to make me feel her warmth seep into me, grounding me.

I guide her back toward the bed, my fingers brushing along her arms as I begin to undress her. Each layer comes off slowly and in controlled movements until her hands stop mine after I unbutton her pants. Her hands trace up my arms and shoulders, her amber eyes looking golden in the firelight. The scent of our arousal is thick in the air and her swollen lips are slightly parted as she looks at me. Does she struggle to hold to her omega back as I do my alpha? The last few days, just her scent and a sweet smile thrown my way had my dick straining in my trousers and my alpha begging to sink into my omega.

Hermione leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips before her hands move to undress me. Her fingers are quick and eager, tugging at my clothes with an urgency that's a bit rougher, less practiced than my own careful movements. Her breathing is uneven, and I notice a slight tremble in her usually steady hands. Once I'm left in my boxers, her confidence solidifies, and her fingers trail with purpose over my torso, grazing the scars etched across my skin. The thin fabric of my boxers is stretched tight as a sharp breath escapes me.

"Hermione?" I murmur, my fingertips tracing the delicate straps of her bra before I reach her waistband and firmly tug her pants down, leaving her in the matching lace. I have to swallow a groan as I take her in. Yet, instead of diving forward, I want—no, I need—to say it first. To be certain she knows.

"Hm?" She looks at me, cheeks and chest flushed, eyes slightly dazed.

"I love you," I say, my voice steady, filled with an unshakable certainty.

Her eyes widen just slightly, and for a beat, I worry I've surprised her. But then, a soft smile spreads across her face, her eyes lighting up in that unmistakable way.

"I love you," she whispers back, her voice warm and steady, and it's like everything in me stills, settling into something I didn't realize I'd been waiting for. Her hands find my shoulders, and then her lips are on mine, gentle at first, but it quickly deepens, her mouth opening against mine, soft and inviting.

I slip my hand around her waist, pulling her close until her body is flush with mine, and then I guide her slowly backward until the backs of her knees hit the bed. My hands go to her hips and I ease her back onto the bed until she's lying against the soft blankets. Admiring the omega on the bed, I let my gaze trailing over every delicate line and curve. The emerald green against her skin sends a thrill through me, and I take a moment to admire the sight.

Reaching down, I pull her panties off her body and maintain eye contact while I sniff her thong, my dick twitching in my underwear before I toss them into the pile of clothes on the floor. Hermione unclips her bra easily and tosses it off the bed, her gaze is expectant on mine. I tug my underwear off and sink into bed with her, my lips eager on hers. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I press her back onto the mattress, my lips barely leaving hers, savoring the taste, the way her naked body molds perfectly against me.

"Hermione," I murmur between kisses, feeling her breath catch. I brush a strand of hair from her face, and her eyes, soft and filled with trust, meet mine. It's everything I could've hoped for.

My fingers move swiftly over her clit, coaxing a gentle release from her before I'm on my knees in front of her, her legs spread open, ready to accommodate me between them.

"Draco, please," she begs, her own hands moving over her tits, pinching at her nipples. "I need you," she pants, her hand dropping down to her clit and I have to catch her wrist.

"Omega," I tsk. "Let me just admire you, pet." I tease and kiss her knee and then her inner thigh.

"You admire me all the time, just put your dick in me already!" Her tone has a distinct omega whine under it.

A snort comes from me and I ease myself between her creamy thighs and cup her face with one hand, pushing all my weight to the other arm. Hermione's eyes are a bit dazed but fairly lucid. "You with me, darling?"

"Yes!" She whines, digging a heel into my thigh. "Draco, stop teasing!"

"Okay, okay. Just making sure it's us," I murmur and see the understanding come to her eyes.

"Just us," she breathes and pulls me in for a kiss.

I trail the leaking head of my cock along the seam of her pussy, letting her slick coat it. Please don't knot, please don't knot, please don't knot, I need this. I silently plead with my alpha, dragging the head against her clit, and drawing harsh breaths from her. "I love you," I mumble before shifting to capture her lips in a hungry kiss as I begin to push into her.

If I thought her mouth or fucking her tits or thighs was satisfying, nothing compares to the way Hermione's warm cunt envelops me. The way her pussy flutters around me has me biting back a growl, struggling to keep myself from losing control and fucking her into the mattress like a beast. "Bloody hell, pet," I pant against her mouth and a soft whine comes from her. "You feel so good," I praise, experimentally thrusting my hips into her.

"Draco," she whimpers, capturing my mouth with hers again.

Hermione

My alpha's gentleness and thoughtfulness as he sinks into me sends a rush of heat coursing through my veins, making me feel wild and primal. Having him inside me isn't enough anymore; I crave more. "Please move," I breathe against his lips, deepening the kiss with a hunger that matches the desire swirling inside me.

Draco doesn't need any more encouragement. With one arm holding his weight, he cups the back of my knee, hiking it up around his waist. As he pulls out to just the tip, my body instinctively arches toward him, desperate for more. Then he pushes fully into me again, and I gasp at the sensation. He maintains that torturous rhythm, drawing it out until finally, his hips slam against mine, and he finds a steady rhythm that sets my body on fire.

Our eyes lock as the room fills with the sounds of our pleasure—the soft creaking of the bed and the sound of our bodies coming together. I find myself wishing we had taken this step sooner; the way he drags in and out of me tightens my stomach with longing.

Praises spill from his lips about my body, and calling me his good omega. Each compliment ignites a fire deep in my belly. "I'm a good girl?" I ask, my nails digging into the toned muscles of his back.

"The very best," he affirms, burying his face in my neck and sucking roughly on my bond gland. "Such a good omega," he murmurs, and I can feel his rhythm faltering. "And mine, fuck!" With each thrust, he brushes against my clit, drawing me to the peak. I feel my body throb and I grip him tightly as he continues to thrust, his movements growing frantic and uncoordinated.

A loud cry escapes my lips as Draco begins to chase his release. Breed me, my omega chants, even though I know the birth control will prevent any chance of pregnancy. Still, the thought of my alpha cumming in me starts a soft purr in my chest.

"Fuck, Hermione," he growls, thrusting into me with abandon, lacking any restraint. Then, with one final deep push, I feel him twitch inside me as he fills me completely.

I roll my eyes, still smiling. "You act like you haven't had me pinned to the bed while you fucked my thighs. I'm just glad I'm the one who was fucked." I purr and stroke his hair. My fingers brush over his forehead and I'm shocked at how warm his skin feels.

"I'm surprised I didn't knot you," he admits with a hungry growl, his lips moving along my neck again.

The room envelops us in a cozy silence, punctuated only by our heavy breathing. The weight of his body against mine is comforting, and I absentmindedly trace shapes on his pale skin with my nails. "I love you," I whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head resting against my chest.

Draco nuzzles between my breasts, pulling out with a soft, graphic sound that makes me blush, followed by a whine of emptiness. "I wasn't too rough?"

I roll my eyes, a smile playing on my lips. "You act like you haven't had me pinned to the bed while you fucked my thighs. I'm just glad I was actually fucked this time." I purr, running my fingers through his hair. My fingertips graze his forehead, and I'm surprised by how warm his skin feels.

"I can't believe I didn't knot you," he admits, a hungry growl rumbling from his chest as he trails his lips along my neck once more. His teeth graze the sensitive, already bruised flesh of my bonding gland. "Omega," he growls, his tongue flicking against my skin.

"Already?" I gasp, arching against the bed, the anticipation sending shivers through me.

"I need to be inside you again, omega," he replies, desperation lacing his voice. "I want to claim you, to be rough." His words come out gritted, and before I can respond, he flips me onto my stomach, maneuvering me until my face is pressed into the pillow and my ass is raised high in the air. This is a side of Draco I've never seen—more alpha than I ever imagined. I wiggle playfully, and a sharp smack lands on my ass, making me jump and my pussy throb in response. Draco's scent thickens in the air, becoming heavier and muskier. I glance back at him and his face is flushed and a light sheen of sweat covers him. Something about his scent is different but I don't have long to dwell because my alpha is shoving his dick in me again.

Draco

My alpha gave me one incredible orgasm with Hermione, but then a sudden urge kicks in—a primal need to claim her, to assert that she's mine. I don't fully grasp it until I've manhandled her, flipping her onto the bed with a mix of desperation and lust coursing through me. It's as if something deep within me has awakened, igniting a fire that demands satisfaction. "Hermione," I growl, the intensity of my instincts taking over, leaving little room for rational thought. She's soft beneath my hands, and I want nothing more than to tuck her away safely, to wrap her in my scent, to show the world that she belongs to me.

As I sink into her, a fleeting moment of clarity hits me—I'm in a bloody rut. But it's quickly overshadowed by an instinctual need to claim her, and I set a brutal pace, my hands gripping her hips, nails digging in. The sounds Hermione makes, along with the intoxicating scent of her slick coating my cock, confirm she's more than okay with my roughness.

Reaching down, I grip her hair, pulling her head back to keep her close. My hand wraps around her throat, forcing her to match my relentless rhythm. Growling in her ear, I slide my other hand down to rub her clit in those tight circles she loves so much. Hermione cries out, her body trembling as she leans heavily against me, soaking my cock.

"Knot," I warn, my voice low and gravelly. The instant I feel her nod, I empty myself inside her, my cock swelling as I claim her completely. We lay together on the bed, and I rock my hips gently, savoring the way her tight pussy flutters around the sensitive flesh of my knot.

"I think you're in a rut, alpha," she whispers, her fingers petting the hand I possessively cupped over her breast. My other hand slips down to her trimmed curls, to feel where we are joined.

"Rut," I nod, pushing my knot into her. "Omega," I rumble.

A whimper comes from her. "I'll be here, don't worry." She soothes with a small smile over her shoulder. "Good alpha," she murmurs before leaning up a bit to press a kiss to my chin.

My sweet omega.

Hermione

Sunday Afternoon

Draco's face is nestled between my t-shirt-covered breasts, his messy hair framing a content expression. Love bites litter his neck and trail down to his chest, much to my pleasure. And he finally looks well-rested; the flush that had stained his cheeks for days has faded, and his alpha scent is now a subtle warmth rather than an overpowering presence. My omega feels utterly sated, and I can't help but smile at the thought that I don't mind skipping over the memories we had planned to review. We can always relive them during the upcoming dance—it's only a couple of weeks away, and I still don't want to go, even with Draco as my date.

Glancing at the clock, I let out a soft pout. We need to pack up and return to school before dinner. "Draco," I murmur, running my fingers gently through his hair. He responds with a heavy sigh, prompting a small smile from me as I enjoy the warmth of our moment together.

After a beat, he finally lifts his head, his expression sheepish. "I'm sorry about the rut," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes darting away.

I smirk playfully, leaning in closer. "Oh, come on, Draco. I've always wanted a personal alpha experience," I tease, brushing my fingers along his jawline. "Besides, I'm sure it was just as enjoyable for you as it was for me."

His cheeks redden, and I can't resist the urge to kiss the flustered expression on his face. "Maybe you should let me experience it again, hm?" I whisper, biting my lip suggestively.

Draco's eyes widen, and he chuckles, a mixture of shyness and excitement flickering across his face. "Is that an invitation?"

"Perhaps," I say with a wink, pulling back slightly. "But first, I think we could both use a shower to relax a little."

He carries me to the bathroom and I draw us a warm shower. The warm water is welcomed and I can't keep my hands away from him. We share soft laughter and stolen kisses before washing up and getting out. Once we are dry and dressed in robes, we agree to pack.

As we step out, I'm surprised to find that the house-elves have already been through, tidying up and packing our things for us. "Looks like we've been spoiled," I laugh, glancing around the clean room.

"You'll be spoiled as long as I have anything to do with it," Draco presses a kiss to the side of my head. We both dress and walk hand in hand back to school.

Draco

I can't stop stealing glances at her as we walk through the chilly air, the cold biting at our skin. We went from never having sex to a weekend full of it. I'm coming out of a rut, having kept her on my knot the entire time. The memory of her eager touches and soft gasps is still fresh in my mind. She was always ready for me, practically pouncing on me the moment I opened my eyes. Being with Hermione feels effortless; it's as if we were always meant to be together.

Yet, a twinge of guilt lingers because we didn't review the memories as we planned. Still, I can't say I'm upset about how things turned out.

As we enter the castle, I turn to her. "Hey, how about we meet at the Room of Requirement after midnight?" I suggest, not sure I'd be able to get good sleep without her.

She raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You mean more time for you to keep me on your knot?"

"Such a dirty mouth, swot." I chuckle, a warmth spreading through me at her teasing. "Only if you want it." I tease.

"We'll see" she replies, and there's a sparkle in her eyes that makes my heart race.

"I'll walk you to the tower," I hum, bringing her hand up to my lips.

Once we reach the entrance, I stop, taking a moment to appreciate her and give her a long kiss. "So, I'll see you at dinner?" I ask, needing that reassurance.

"Definitely," she replies, a soft smile lighting up her face.

Hermione

The castle is eerily quiet as I slip out of the Gryffindor common room, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm careful not to make a sound, my footsteps charmed to be muffled against the stone floor as I tiptoe through the dark corridors.

Just as I round a corner, I freeze. Standing at the far end is Professor Onyx, her silhouette stark against the dim light from the torches. "What a surprise to see you here, Miss Granger," she says, her tone dripping with feigned innocence, her eyes seemingly glow in the light.

I swallow hard, a lump forming in my throat. "I—uh, I was just—"

"On your way to the library? At this hour?" Her eyes narrow, and I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I know better than to try to lie to her.

"No, Professor. I was just—"

"Detention for a week," she cuts in, her expression satisfied. "You should know better than to wander the halls at night, especially in your condition."

My mind races, and I can't help but feel anger and dread. I nod, my heart sinking. There's no use in arguing with her.

"To your room," she orders.

I nod and hurry off towards the fat lady portrait and go to my room. I pull out a piece of parchment and quickly scribble a note to Draco.

D,

P.C.O. caught me. I have one week of detention. Can't meet tonight - see you tomorrow morning.

love,

H

I fold the note and send it off with a flick of my wand, watching as it zooms away. Great. Just great. I flop on my bed, feeling the weight of disappointment settle in.