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Hermione woke up burning.
She’d thought someday she would get used to it, but going into heat was still insufferable. Every four months, the cycle repeated. The biological impulse of getting pregnant would consume her entire being. Her body temperature would exceed normal limits; her consciousness would drown in lust. The ache between her legs and the over-sensibility of her scent glands would be almost unbearable. All her thoughts would consist in getting knotted by the first Alpha available.
The torment would only subside after three days, leaving her exhausted and grieving. Unless she could find an Alpha to fulfill her needs, which would make her feel loved, safe and complete. As an Omega, she wasn’t meant to be alone when the hormones took the lead.
Yet she was, on her first time. And the experience was like a nightmare.
Nobody had ever told her about Alphas and Omegas; their births were so rare in the past few centuries the wizarding society had almost forgotten them. So when she burst out of the Potions class, hot and dizzy as she’d never been, and ran to Madam Promfrey seeking help, the mediwitch didn’t have any clue about what was wrong with her.
All the cold compresses and pain relieving potions hadn’t been enough to stop her feverish sweating and the contractions in her core. She was delirious – the arousal she was feeling was jarring and mind-wrecking. Her sex kept clenching around nothing and she was so wet that she left a stain in the infirmary mattress. Hermione hadn’t reported these symptoms, though. They were too embarrassing to say out loud.
It was only when Madam Pomfrey uncovered her, despite her complete mortification and pleas to not remove the sheets, that Headmistress McGonagall solved the mystery.
‘Oh dear,’ she said with a pitiful expression after seeing Hermione’s state. ‘You’re in heat.’
She hadn’t understood at the time; she could barely pay attention to anything but the intense craving she was feeling. For what, exactly, she didn’t know.
After Hermione regained her sanity, the Professor explained to her everything she needed to know. She felt so demoralised – as if she’d turned into some kind of animal, irrational and unable to control her thoughts and needs. She couldn't reconcile the biological imperative of being an Omega with her personality and beliefs.
It was revolting. Hermione Granger – the determined student, the brave Gryffindor, the strong young woman –, reduced to a whimpering, submissive, hormonal mess.
Suppressing her hormones had been the obvious solution; the potion shrunk her glands, dulling her scent to other Alphas and making her heats more manageable. Hermione drank it daily. She wouldn't let that inconvenience dictate her life and stop her from completing her education. She wasn't going to throw herself at the first Alpha she saw.
Almost a year and a half later, things had changed quite a lot. Going into heat was still painful and desperate, especially since she stopped taking the suppressant after her last cycle. But that was fine, because she wasn't alone anymore.
She had an Alpha to take care of her.
My Alpha, she thought, feeling her chest swell with happiness as she felt Draco's lips graze her nape.
If someone had told her that, besides being an Omega, she would be mated to Draco Malfoy within a year, Hermione would have sent the person directly to the Janus Thickey Ward.
Although it wasn't that surprising, in hindsight. She'd always had a secret crush on him, no matter how hard she had tried to fight the feeling all those years before.
Then, when she smelled his scent and realized he was an Alpha as soon as they were paired by Professor Slughorn for the “eighth year” potions project, she knew it would be difficult to control her impulses, whether she took the suppressants or not.
He seemed to notice that something was different about her. Hermione would constantly catch him watching her during class with a confused expression, his nostrils inflated as if something had saturated the air between them. She had to pretend nothing was happening, hiding how much she wanted and liked him as they became closer while working and studying together.
Everything fell apart when she forgot to take the suppressant one day. Without it, he could feel her scent fully. Draco stared at her for just one millisecond before pinning her to a wall and kissing her breathless, licking her glands and murmuring “I knew it” non-stop.
After that, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, even with the constant arguments they had about their past – which only seemed to make their mutual attraction stronger, actually. Their affection grew way beyond the biological imperative, and in a few months, they were exchanging love promises and mating bites.
Despite their whirlwind romance and the shocked reactions of their friends and families, she didn’t regret anything. Maybe it was her destiny, being with him – their biology only hurried things a little bit.
Hermione was brought back from her memories by Draco's touch. He pulled her closer and held her tighter against his chest, skin to skin. She had woken up overwhelmed and disoriented, but immediately felt safe in his arms, snuggled in the nest she’d made for them, full of green pillows and his clothes.
‘Draco…’ Her voice was breathy and distant in her ears.
‘I'm here, love,’ he murmured, nuzzling in her hair. Hermione turned to him, melting in his embrace. The silver moonlight that lit his sharp features made him look ethereal, like he’d been pulled out of her dreams. She drank in his vision for a moment before speaking again.
‘Draco, It's happening. I feel so…’ The words died in her mouth as she was assaulted by a new wave of fever. Her mind was foggy, any sense of reality starting to fade away.
‘I know. I felt it when you woke up.’ He ran one hand up her back to massage the gland on the left side of her neck, where his mating bite had left a scar, and the other went down, palming her arse and sliding through her thigh to wrap her leg around him. ‘Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you.’
Hermione’s heart leaped with his words and the low tone of his voice. He caressed her gently, and she moaned. Thinking clearly was becoming too difficult – the only thing she could focus on was the sensation of his strong, large hands all over her body.
‘I can smell you,’ he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes, humming as she felt him nibbling her neck, rasping his teeth on her gland. Draco tightened his hold on her and moved his hand between her legs. Hermione gasped. ‘You’re so wet. So ready for me.’ His fingers rubbed her clit, going back and forth before teasing her entrance, making her whine. ‘Tell me what you need,’ he demanded, the Alpha tone heavy on his voice. She rolled her hips against his fingers.
‘You, Draco, I need you.’ She turned her face to capture his lips in a desperate kiss. He responded eagerly, ravishing her until she needed to come up for air. ‘Please.’
Hermione pressed a kiss against the gland on his neck and bit slightly. Intoxicated by the sound of his moans, she dragged her hands through his chest and groin, taking his cock. He grunted as she pumped him slowly, feeling him get harder and larger at her touch. She loved this – the soft and warm skin, the way he looked blissed out and feral, how long and thick he was. Her cunt throbbed with anticipation. She needed him all inside of her or she might lose what was left of her mind.
‘Knot me, Alpha,’ Hermione begged, looking into his eyes.
Draco growled and roughly pushed her beneath him, opening her legs wide. He lay down on top of her, and Hermione sighed at the feeling of his weight pressing her down to the bed. She hooked her legs around his waist, moaning when she felt his cock glide against her cunt. His arms were at both sides of her head, and he rubbed their noses together before burying his face in her neck. He bit her gland as he slid inside of her, filling her deeply.
He began to thrust at a slow pace, sliding completely out of her before diving all the way again and again. The stretch was so good. Hermione was dripping, getting more and more turned on with every roll of his hips. Feel him pounding in and out of her was the only thing that kept her grounded in reality, the only thing that mattered.
‘Your cock feels so good, Alpha,’ she purred, ranking her nails through his back. She palmed his arse and pushed him closer to her, urging him to go deeper.
‘You’re so perfect, my Omega. Taking me so well,’ Draco mumbled, moving faster. He always knew exactly what she needed and when she needed; she loved to hear his praises. They kissed passionately, swirling tongues as his rhythm grew frantic. She rocked her hips against his, chasing their climax.
Please, knot me, Hermione thought, locking eyes to him as if this could make him read her mind. Knot me, knot me, Alpha.
It was a primal necessity; having him swell and come inside of her. She needed to feel the base of his cock expand and lock him into her cunt, stretching her so much that she would scream with equal amounts of pleasure and pain. There was nothing more reassuring and blissful than feeling his warm seed drip into her as their bodies were pressed together.
Hermione was mad with need, pleading with him to move faster, to make them come. The more she begged him, the more out of control he turned, slamming wildly into her as his knot started to grow.
‘You want it all, don’t you?’ Draco grunted, moving in and out of her roughly. His platinum hair was plastered to his forehead; his gaze was predatory. The air was thick with the scent of sex and their fluids combined. Hermione’s mind was dizzy. She was so close. His hands grasped her breasts and squeezed them hard, stopping them from bouncing with their vigorous grind. ‘I’m gonna give it to you, love. Fill you up with my cum–’
Hermione let out a loud groan, reaching her peak, and she felt Draco bury himself even more into her cunt, thrusting relentlessly until they were bound together. He kept pushing, even after being completely knotted, and the restrained movements created a delicious friction on her clit and inside her walls. After a few more thrusts, he spasmed, and she felt his cock twitch, his come filling her in hot spurts. She came again, milking every drop of his release as she cried and held him closer.
They stayed knotted for a while, breathless and sweaty. Hermione felt boneless. She was so, so tired. The aftermath was always exhaustive – the amount of energy and magic her body spent during her heat was insanely high.
Hermione was barely conscious when she felt him slide out of her and pepper her face and neck with kisses. Draco was always so tender after taking her – this made her love him even more. She forced her eyes to open just in time to see him summon a towel from the bathroom and gently wipe the mess between her legs. When he finished cleaning her, he vanished the towel and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
He cradled her against his chest, and soon she drifted to sleep. The last thing she heard in her dazed state was him whispering “mine” and “I love you” in her hair.
The cycle repeated for the next three days. Again and again, Hermione woke up burning. But every time, she remembered she didn’t have anything to worry about.
Draco would always take care of her.