Part 1 (just keep scrolling down to part 2 if you read during kinktober)
The music from the Ministry gala echoed through the lavish ballroom, filling the space with the sounds of celebration and laughter. It was supposed to be a night of victory and pride for Hermione, another recognition of her achievements, another evening where she stood by the side of Fleur, the Wizarding World's beloved couple—the fierce, powerful Alpha Hermione Granger and her beautiful, graceful Omega, Fleur Delacour.
But tonight, Fleur had left early, having returned home to care for their children, leaving Hermione to enjoy the rest of the evening alone. And Hermione, caught up in the endless stream of congratulations and drinks offered by her peers, had indulged a little too much. The haze of alcohol buzzed through her veins, dulling her usually sharp senses, leaving her a little unsteady, a little less in control.
It was during one of these moments—when the room spun slightly and the crowd thinned—that Hermione found herself face to face with a familiar figure. Her vision blurred for a moment as she blinked, trying to focus on the elegant, blonde Omega standing before her.
"Fleur?" Hermione mumbled, her words slightly slurred as she reached out, her hand brushing against the woman's arm. "You… you came back."
Narcissa Malfoy, standing perfectly poised, raised an eyebrow at the unexpected touch, her lips curving into a faint, amused smile. "Fleur?" she repeated, her voice smooth and filled with subtle amusement. "I'm afraid you're mistaken, Granger."
But Hermione, in her drunken state, didn't hear her. Or perhaps, she didn't care. The scent of Narcissa—a familiar, intoxicating blend of expensive perfume and Omega pheromones—filled Hermione's senses, clouding her already muddled mind. It wasn't Fleur's scent, but it was close enough in Hermione's fogged state, and her body, driven by the instincts of an Alpha in the presence of a desirable Omega, responded.
Hermione's hand slid up Narcissa's arm, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her gown as she stepped closer, her breath warm against Narcissa's neck. "You smell… so good tonight," Hermione murmured, her voice low and filled with a rough, drunken desire. "I've missed you."
Narcissa's heart raced, but not from surprise. She had seen the moment coming the second Hermione stumbled toward her, mistaking her for Fleur. Her mind, always calculating, had immediately weighed the risks, the consequences, but it had also acknowledged the opportunity. The temptation. The idea of being worshiped, desired, even if by someone as reckless as Hermione, sent a thrill through her that she hadn't felt in years. And, after all, what harm would a little indulgence do? She deserved it—especially after everything she'd been through.
Lucius was gone, imprisoned after the war for his crimes. Narcissa had endured years of solitude, her life a carefully constructed facade of grace and dignity, hiding the aching loneliness that gnawed at her. She had been left without the release she craved, without the adoration she deserved. But now… now she had Hermione Granger, the Wizarding World's golden girl, in her hands, confused and drunk, but clearly drawn to her.
And why not take what was being offered so willingly?
Narcissa let out a soft, calculated laugh, her hand reaching up to gently cup Hermione's cheek. "Hermione," she purred, her voice low and sultry as she leaned in closer, her breath brushing against Hermione's ear. "You've had a bit too much to drink, haven't you?"
Hermione, lost in the haze of alcohol and the overpowering scent of Omega, didn't register Narcissa's words. She only heard the soft, teasing tone, the warmth of Narcissa's hand on her face. Her instincts, clouded by the alcohol, told her to move closer, to press Narcissa against the nearest wall, to take what her body craved.
But Narcissa wasn't pushing her away. Instead, the older woman tilted her head slightly, allowing Hermione's lips to graze the soft skin of her neck. The touch sent a shiver through Narcissa, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she arched her neck further, offering herself just a little more, her breath hitching slightly as she felt the weight of Hermione's Alpha presence pressing against her.
"You shouldn't be doing this," Narcissa whispered, her voice soft and filled with just enough hesitation to make it seem like a protest. But her body betrayed her, her hand sliding up to tangle in Hermione's hair, pulling her closer, guiding her as Hermione's lips pressed against the sensitive skin just beneath her ear.
Hermione groaned softly, her hands tightening around Narcissa's waist as she pressed her body closer, her mind spinning with desire and confusion. "Fleur…" Hermione mumbled again, her lips moving down Narcissa's neck, her breath hot against her skin. "Need you…"
Narcissa's heart pounded in her chest, her pulse quickening as Hermione's Alpha instincts took over. She knew the risks, knew the danger of allowing this to continue. But the power, the control she held over Hermione in this moment—the way she could bend the golden girl to her will—was too intoxicating to resist.
"Take me somewhere more private, darling," Narcissa whispered, her voice a mix of seduction and command. "Before someone sees us."
Hermione nodded, her hand slipping around Narcissa's waist as she led her through the darkened halls of the Ministry, her mind clouded with the overwhelming need to claim the Omega she thought was her wife. Narcissa followed, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as they slipped into one of the empty rooms, the door closing behind them with a soft click.
The moment they were alone, Hermione pushed Narcissa against the wall, her body pressing against her with a desperate urgency. Narcissa gasped, but she didn't resist. Instead, she arched her back, her hands sliding up Hermione's chest as she guided the Alpha's mouth back to her neck.
"Don't hold back, Hermione," Narcissa purred, her voice dripping with temptation. "Show me what you want."
Hermione's body trembled with the overwhelming need to claim the Omega before her, her hands fumbling as she tore at Narcissa's dress, her lips moving hungrily against the soft skin of Narcissa's neck. Narcissa moaned softly, her hands still tangled in Hermione's hair as she pressed closer, her body responding to the Alpha's desperate need, even as her mind reveled in the power she held in this moment.
In her drunken haze, Hermione's mind couldn't reconcile the differences. To her, this was Fleur, the Omega she was bonded to, the one who belonged to her. Her instincts roared with possessiveness, and the scent of Narcissa—so close to Fleur's—fueled the heat that burned through Hermione's veins.
With shaky hands, Hermione's fingers yanked at the delicate fabric of Narcissa's dress, pulling it down over her shoulders and exposing the pale, smooth skin beneath. Narcissa's breathing quickened, her chest heaving as Hermione's lips moved lower, her hands now gripping Narcissa's waist with a possessive force.
"Fleur," Hermione mumbled breathlessly, her voice rough with desire. Her mind was clouded, focused solely on the overwhelming need to claim, to mark, to take. "Need you…"
Narcissa's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she allowed Hermione to push her dress lower, baring her body to the desperate Alpha. She knew what was coming—what Hermione wanted, and what Narcissa was more than willing to give her. The risks no longer mattered. Narcissa wanted this, craved it.
Hermione's hands moved quickly, pulling at the fastenings of her own trousers with an urgency that bordered on frantic. Her body was trembling with need, her instincts driving her forward as she freed her cock, already hard and pulsing with the force of her arousal. Her Alpha instincts screamed at her to claim, to knot, to mark this Omega as hers.
Narcissa's eyes gleamed with a dangerous hunger as she felt the press of Hermione's cock against her. She arched her back, her hands gripping Hermione's shoulders tightly, pulling her closer. "Take me, Hermione," Narcissa whispered, her voice a low, sultry purr as she spread her legs wider, her hips rolling forward to meet Hermione's desperate thrust. "Show me how much you need me."
Hermione let out a low, guttural growl as she surged forward, her cock sinking into Narcissa's slick heat with one swift, deep thrust. Narcissa gasped, her nails digging into Hermione's shoulders as her body stretched around the Alpha, the sensation of being filled so completely sending a shiver of pleasure through her.
"Fleur…" Hermione groaned again, her hips snapping forward as she began to thrust into Narcissa with a desperate, primal need. Her hands gripped Narcissa's waist tightly, pulling her closer with every thrust, her mind consumed with the instinct to knot, to claim.
Narcissa's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body moving in perfect rhythm with Hermione's as the Alpha fucked her against the wall, her moans filling the small, dark room. She could feel Hermione's desperation in every movement, the way her hips jerked forward with a force that sent waves of pleasure through Narcissa's entire body.
But it wasn't just the physical pleasure that drove Narcissa—it was the power. The knowledge that she had Hermione, the golden girl, at her mercy. The knowledge that Hermione was lost in the haze of desire, mistaking her for Fleur, and yet Narcissa was the one reaping the benefits.
Hermione's breath hitched, her pace growing more frantic, more erratic as the need to knot built within her. The tension in her body coiled tighter and tighter, her instincts screaming at her to mark, to claim, to make this Omega hers in every possible way. She pressed her lips against Narcissa's neck, her teeth grazing the soft skin as she prepared to bite down—prepared to make the mating mark that would seal their bond.
"Fleur…" Hermione growled again, her voice rough and strained as she buried her cock deeper inside Narcissa, her knot swelling as it prepared to lock them together.
Narcissa's eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting to the side to give Hermione more access to her neck. She felt the sharp press of Hermione's teeth against her skin, her body trembling with both anticipation and satisfaction as Hermione's knot stretched her, filling her completely. Narcissa let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in Hermione's hair as she urged her on.
"Do it," Narcissa whispered, her voice a breathless plea. "Claim me."
With a final, desperate thrust, Hermione's knot locked inside Narcissa, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through both of them. Hermione's teeth sank into Narcissa's neck, her bite rough and forceful as she marked the spot she believed was their mating mark. Narcissa cried out, her body trembling violently as Hermione's release filled her, her knot ensuring that every drop stayed inside.
Hermione's entire body shuddered with the force of her orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she held Narcissa tightly, her teeth still locked around the soft skin of her neck. The taste of blood and the scent of Omega filled her senses, driving her deeper into the primal haze of her Alpha instincts.
Narcissa moaned softly, her body still trembling as she felt Hermione's knot pulsing inside her, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. She reveled in the power of the moment, the way Hermione's body reacted to her, the way she had drawn the golden girl to this point.
Slowly, Hermione's grip on Narcissa loosened, her breath steadying as the haze of her instincts began to clear. Her teeth released their hold on Narcissa's neck, and as she pulled back slightly, reality began to seep into her fogged mind. The scent, the taste—it wasn't Fleur.
It wasn't Fleur.
Hermione's heart pounded in her chest, her eyes widening as the truth hit her with the force of a curse. This wasn't her wife. This wasn't the Omega she had bonded with, the one she loved. This was Narcissa Malfoy, her former adversary, her... victim of the moment.
"Narcissa…" Hermione breathed, her voice filled with horror as she realized what she had done, her knot still locked inside the older woman, the evidence of their betrayal undeniable.
Narcissa's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile as she gazed up at Hermione, her voice soft but filled with satisfaction. "Welcome back to reality, darling."
Part 2
The tension in the room was palpable, an unspoken storm brewing beneath the quiet clink of china and the gentle pour of tea. Fleur sat at the head of the table, her posture stiff, her eyes a stormy blue as she watched Narcissa carefully. Hermione sat beside her, her shoulders hunched slightly, guilt and tension etched across her face as she reached for her teacup, trying to calm her shaking hands.
Narcissa, however, sat with an air of calm confidence, her expression serene as she lifted her cup, her gaze drifting between the two women with a faint, almost amused smile. She looked entirely unbothered, her composure impeccable as if the events of the previous evening had left no mark on her whatsoever.
Fleur's eyes narrowed, her fingers gripping her teacup a little too tightly as she forced herself to speak. "I invited you here, Miss Black," Fleur began, her voice cold and steady, "so we could have a civilized discussion. And yet… I find it difficult to be civil, considering the circumstances."
Narcissa set her teacup down with a soft clink, her gaze unflinching as she looked back at Fleur. "Circumstances? Ah, yes, the unfortunate confusion of last night," she murmured, her tone carrying a subtle edge. "But do remember, Fleur, I was hardly the one acting out of impulse."
Fleur's expression darkened, a spark of anger flashing in her eyes as she placed her cup back on its saucer with a bit too much force. "Hermione was confused. She was under the influence, and you knew exactly what you were doing," she hissed, her accent thickening in her frustration. "You exploited her, used her confusion for your own… satisfaction."
Narcissa's lips curled into a faint, unapologetic smile as she met Fleur's gaze with calm indifference. "Oh, please. Don't act as though this was some grand offense," she replied smoothly. "Hermione is an adult, an Alpha, and if she mistook me for you, well, perhaps that says more about her bond with you than it does about my actions."
Hermione winced, her face flushed with shame as she looked down at her lap, guilt gnawing at her. "Fleur, I'm… I'm so sorry. I never would have—I didn't know what I was doing," she whispered, her voice strained. "It was a mistake, and I'll do anything to make it right."
Fleur's gaze softened slightly as she looked at Hermione, her anger momentarily melting into a look of hurt and betrayal. "I know, mon amour," she murmured softly, her fingers brushing Hermione's hand in a brief gesture of reassurance. "But it doesn't change what happened. And the consequences… they cannot be ignored."
Narcissa's eyes glinted with something unreadable as she watched the exchange, her fingers drumming lightly against the table. "Speaking of consequences," she said, her tone casual but pointed, "I do hope you're both prepared for the possibility that last night may lead to… certain developments."
Fleur's head snapped up, her eyes narrowing as she stared at Narcissa, her jaw clenched. "What exactly are you implying, Narcissa?" she demanded, her voice sharp.
Narcissa's smile widened, a look of smug satisfaction settling across her face as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms elegantly. "Simply that, as an Omega, it is entirely possible I could be carrying Hermione's children," she said, her tone calm and assured. "After all, we Alphas and Omegas do tend to… bear fruit from such encounters."
Hermione's eyes widened, her heart pounding as she glanced nervously between Narcissa and Fleur, the implications of Narcissa's words sinking in with a sickening weight. Fleur's face paled, her fists clenching as she took a slow, deliberate breath, struggling to keep her composure.
"Absolutely not," the French witch hissed, her voice trembling with anger. "You will not be carrying Hermione's children. If you think I would allow such a thing—"
"Oh, but it's hardly up to you, is it?" Narcissa interrupted smoothly, her gaze unflinching as she met Fleur's furious eyes. "If I am indeed pregnant, then I will be carrying Hermione's children, whether you like it or not. And there's little you can do to change that."
Fleur's face flushed with rage, her hands shaking as she struggled to hold back her temper, her jaw clenched so tightly it looked as though it might crack. "You… you are shameless," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "You have no right—"
"Oh, but I do," Narcissa replied, her voice low and dangerous, her gaze locking with Fleur's. "You may have her ring, Fleur, but do not think for a moment that gives you sole claim to her. I, too, have a bond with her now, whether you accept it or not."
Hermione, caught in the storm between them, looked desperately at Fleur, her heart aching as she saw the pain and betrayal in her wife's eyes. "Fleur, please," she whispered, her voice thick with regret. "I'll make this right. Whatever it takes, I'll—"
"Silence," Fleur snapped, her eyes flashing with a sudden, dangerous light as she held up a hand. Hermione's breath hitched as she watched Fleur's usual grace twist into something far more primal. Blue feathers began to shimmer along Fleur's shoulders, and her fingers lengthened, sharpening into claws that glinted in the dim light. Her entire aura shifted, her Veela nature—a powerful, ancient harpy spirit—coming to the surface in her fury.
Narcissa's eyes flicked down to the feathers, the sharp talons extending from the Veela's hands, but she didn't falter. Instead, she met Fleur's gaze with an infuriatingly calm smile, as though the threat in front of her were of no consequence.
"If you even think about making a claim on Hermione's children, I will make sure you never have the chance," Fleur hissed, her voice low and venomous, her eyes blazing with barely contained rage.
The older witch tilted her head slightly, her expression unfazed as she regarded Fleur's transformed appearance with a faint, dismissive smile. "Is that so?" she murmured, her voice smooth as silk. "And what, exactly, would you gain by tearing me apart right here and now?"
Fleur's claws dug into the table, leaving deep gouges in the wood, her breath coming in sharp, controlled gasps as she struggled to contain her fury. "Do not test me, Narcissa," she warned, her voice trembling with the raw power of her Veela nature. "You have already overstepped your bounds."
Narcissa's smile didn't waver. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms elegantly as she regarded Fleur with a calm, calculating gaze. "I see. But perhaps you underestimate my own influence," she replied coolly. "You and Hermione may have your charms, your 'perfect' little life, but what would society think if they knew what truly happened? The Golden Girl and her wife hiding secrets, shaming an Omega… that would stir quite a scandal, wouldn't it?"
Hermione's heart pounded, a chill running down her spine as she realized the depth of Narcissa's implication. Narcissa didn't need to raise her voice or resort to displays of power. Her words alone were enough to threaten the fragile stability of their lives.
"Think about it, Fleur," Narcissa continued, her voice smooth as she picked up her teacup, her tone infuriatingly calm. "I could claim that what happened was entirely consensual… that your beloved Hermione, the 'gentle' Alpha who ran on a platform of Omega rights, took me willingly, that she—"
"Enough!" The Veela's voice was a sharp hiss, her feathers ruffling with her rising anger. "You dare imply that my wife would betray me willingly? That she would…" Her voice trembled with fury, her claws pressing down harder, nearly splintering the table.
The older witch pushed further. "Or worse, what if she forced herself on me? An innocent omega." Narcissa leaned back, her eyes gleaming with a smug satisfaction as she watched Fleur struggle to contain her anger. "Yes, Fleur," she purred, her tone dripping with false innocence. "An innocent Omega who was overpowered by a powerful, renowned Alpha. Imagine the scandal if I hinted that your wife—your beloved Hermione—used her strength against me. Imagine the whispers, the doubt it would sow in the minds of those who see her as a protector of Omega rights."
Fleur's claws dug deeper into the table, nearly splintering the wood as her face twisted with fury. Her feathers ruffled with the surge of her Veela nature, her blue-tinted eyes blazing as she leaned forward, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "How dare you," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "You would risk Hermione's career, her life's work, just to get your claws into her?"
Narcissa's smile widened, her fingers lightly tapping her teacup as she held Fleur's gaze, entirely unfazed by the anger simmering before her. "Risk it? Oh, Fleur, I wouldn't be the one risking anything. I would simply tell the truth. Or perhaps… a version of it that the public would believe," she said, her tone deceptively sweet.
Hermione, caught between the fierce display of Fleur's fury and Narcissa's calm, manipulative gaze, struggled to find her voice. "Narcissa, this… this isn't fair," she managed, her voice strained. "What happened was… it was a mistake, a misunderstanding."
Narcissa's gaze flickered to Hermione, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she arched a brow. "A mistake?" she repeated, her voice soft and mocking. "Perhaps. But the fact remains that it happened, and it cannot simply be erased because it was inconvenient." She turned her gaze back to Fleur, her smile sharpening. "I'm offering a solution that preserves everyone's reputation. It's hardly my fault if it comes with certain… advantages for me."
Fleur's jaw clenched, her claws retracting slightly as she forced herself to take a deep, steadying breath. "You believe we would actually allow you into our lives—into our home?" she sneered, her voice laced with contempt. "That we would simply accept you as a part of our family?"
Narcissa shrugged elegantly, her expression cool and unbothered. "It seems the most reasonable option. After all, Fleur, if I am carrying Hermione's children, would it not be best to raise them in a stable, supportive home?" She paused, her gaze sharp as she met Fleur's eyes. "Surely, even you can see the benefit in that."
Fleur's lips curled in a snarl, her feathers ruffling as the sheer audacity of Narcissa's words hung in the air. "You do not deserve any part in our lives, much less as a so-called 'mate' in our home," she spat, her voice filled with venom.
Narcissa's smile remained unfazed. "Perhaps not in your eyes, but what matters is the public's perception. They would expect Hermione to take responsibility for her actions. And if I am, indeed, carrying her children, the optics would demand that we all… work together, wouldn't they?"
The implication hung heavily in the air, a calculated threat cloaked in polite words. Hermione's face drained of color as she realized the depth of Narcissa's intentions, the lengths to which she would go to get what she wanted. She looked to Fleur, her heart breaking at the anguish and betrayal etched across her wife's face.
"Fleur… please, I don't want this. I want you—only you," Hermione whispered, her voice thick with desperation.
Fleur's gaze softened for a moment as she looked at Hermione, the raw pain in her eyes flickering with something gentler. But it was only a moment. Her focus quickly returned to Narcissa, her voice cold and controlled once more. "If you think you will manipulate us into accepting you as anything more than an unwelcome guest, you are sorely mistaken," she said, her voice steely. "If you pursue this, Narcissa, I will not hesitate to expose every detail of your schemes."
Narcissa tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as she met Fleur's gaze with a calculating look. "And what good would that do for Hermione's career? For her reputation? The press would paint her as a reckless Alpha, one who cannot be trusted. And you would lose the very platform you both worked so hard to create."
Fleur's claws tightened around her teacup, her face taut with anger as she struggled to control herself. "You underestimate me, Narcissa," she warned, her voice low and dangerous. "If you think I would let you ruin my family, you are gravely mistaken."
Narcissa's eyes gleamed, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Then perhaps, Fleur, we can find a way to… coexist," she replied, her tone calm and unyielding. "After all, I believe we all have something to gain from this arrangement, if we're willing to be… pragmatic."
A heavy silence settled over the room, each of them painfully aware of the delicate balance that hung between them. Fleur's claws slowly retracted, her gaze still fierce as she held Narcissa's eyes, a silent promise of the fight that lay ahead.
But Narcissa, ever the strategist, simply smiled, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she sipped her tea, knowing she had sown the seeds of her plan—one that would leave its mark on each of them, whether they liked it or not.