Black Bitten
Chapter 1: Black Bitten
The atmosphere in the Alley was tense and subdued. So far removed from the Diagon Alley she had first entered as a fresh faced eleven year old that Hermione almost couldn't recognize her surroundings. Witches and wizards alike all walked by, apprehension written on their faces as they hurried on their way. Reeking of fear, their pheromones cloying and overwhelming. Mothers clutched children's hands and Aurors roamed up and down routinely.
Some shop fronts were boarded up, others sporting shorter opening hours. Dark clouds threatened a downpour and the brown haired teen couldn't help but feel as if it were a forewarning of what was to come.
"Now you three, I want you to stick together. Any sign of trouble call out and someone will be with you quick as a flash, alright?" Molly Weasley's motherly tone broke her out of her inner musings. The older Omega stood with a look of concern adorned on her face. Effectively pulling Hermione's attention back to the immediate moment in time as she hid her wince. Ever since that incident with the Polyjuice in second year she had always found it rather difficult to listen to the Weasley matriarchs' far too loud and shrill voice.
Her glamoured ears picking up far more sound than the 'normal' ears of her school friends. She was grateful that Professor Dumbledore had come up with the glamour that she used to hide her ears and tail behind. It would have been awful if she had to walk around with the evidence that she had 'failed' in making a potion. Even if at the time she had been a thirteen year old second year making a potion that even the seventh years struggled with.
It was much simpler to appear normal, she didn't need to give the world anymore reason to torment her.
She had accompanied the Weasley family and Harry into Diagon Alley to pick up their school supplies for the approaching sixth year that started September first.
"Of course Mrs. Weasley,” she replied seriously when the motherly woman looked to her for a response. Nodding politely, she grabbed Harry's arm as she felt Ronald move to stand beside her. Subtly using her green eyed best friend as an excuse to avoid Ronald's attempt at moving closer. Ever since the boys had presented, Harry as an Omega, Ron as an Alpha, she had noticed Ron's growing attention. She was sure he thought that if she had been able to present like her peers had that she would have been his Omega. The thought made her shudder.
Merlin knew she loved both her best friends, but only ever as brothers. The knowledge that her ginger haired dunderhead of a friend had developed a bit of a crush on her made her skin crawl as she silently hoped he got over it quickly.
"Where to first?" Ron asked, looking as if he'd rather be anywhere else. They had made their way out of the Leaky Cauldron and onto the main shopping lane, shivering as the chill permeated their skin.
It was far colder than it usually was this time of year and Hermione believed it to be a result of the brewing war. The people out on the street behaved no better than those who she had seen inside the pub. The Alley too was filled with competing pheromones. Fear, anger, loathing and angst dominated the usually clean smelling street. Making her nose scrunch in disgust as she wordlessly led them towards the Apothecary.
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A little while later the three teens stepped out of Flourish and Blotts, Hermione pouting slightly at being dragged out from the stacks of unread books inside. If it were up to her she would have spent another hour at least browsing the books. She was no further ahead in making a cure for her current ailment, and more advanced subjects would help fill her time. She was no further forward in creating her own cure. She had been working on it for years but she was loathed to stop searching for any clue that might bring her an answer. She refused to believe that Dumbledore was right because she didn't want to be stuck like this forever, she didn't like having to hide behind a glamour.
She scowled when Ron shoved her shoulder playfully in response to her pout. Laughing quietly at her while Harry attempted to hide his smile behind his hands.
"Oh give over." she mumbled, rolling her eyes, stepping forward to begin their trek back to the Leaky. The hand on her arm tightened, Harry staying where he was, jerked her back and pulled her hurriedly behind the wall of the nearest shop.
She went to snap harshly at him for pulling her so roughly but her mouth shut quickly at the look on Harry's face. His eyes were wide, his finger held up to his lips, then directed her and Ron’s attention to the corner of the Alley between Diagon and Knockturn.
She followed his gaze, letting her eyes fall upon the Malfoy family, standing in plain view. The gorgeous Narcissa Malfoy neé Black, her son Draco Malfoy and Husband Lucius Malfoy all stood proudly, their backs straight, clothing impeccable and their white blonde hair styled pristine. They were engaged in a heated argument. Narcissa had her hand on her son's arm as she spat something at Lucius.
Whatever was being said wasn't good. Draco, her school bully, looked paler than normal. His normally pale skin looking rather sickly. She couldn't currently scent him but if she had to guess she would say he would probably smell of fear judging by his facial expressions.
Lucius moved quickly, bringing his cane down twice on the hard cobblestoned path. Looking furious he grabbed Draco's shoulder. Hermione held her breath when the man glanced up towards where they currently hid, as if he could sense they were there. He turned away, spitting a last few words his wife's way, pulling his son down into the Alley, heading down the street. Narcissa moving off down a side street seconds later.
Hermione furrowed her brow as she watched the Malfoy matriarch and heir split ways. She turned looking to Harry who nodded at her, each of them taking off to trail after a different Malfoy.
The brunette tilted her head, stretching her ear up slightly as it twitched, listening intently for anything of use as she followed Narcissa Malfoy into an alleyway.
She gasped as she ran into a dead end, head whipping around in search of the blonde.
Closing her eyes to calm herself, she took in a deep breath, nearly purring as the scent of parchment and honeysuckle reached her. It was the same mouth watering scent that haunted her from the World Cup two years ago. It was here? She had to find it, had to taste it.
A hand snaked around her and clasped over her mouth, warm body walking her forward and into the brick wall of the abandoned alley, pinning her into it. She felt her wand removed from her pocket as the scent from before swarmed her senses, nearly drowning her in it. She whimpered, hips jumping.
A warm throaty chuckle ghosted over her ear in a breath of hot air. The form shifted more firmly against her, causing her to let out a moan that was a cross between pleasure and pain as her tail was pressed uncomfortably in an odd angle between them.
“What’s a young unclaimed Omega like yourself doing following an alpha into the dark and dank alleyways of Knockturn alley?” A smoky feminine voice purred against the shell of her ear. Hermione’s knees nearly buckled as the silk like voice of the other woman. She keened, needing to hear, smell, and feel this woman in every way possible.
Hermione shuddered as she felt the woman lick then suckle her lobe. She let out a needy whine in response, struggling slightly in the elder woman’s hold.
A soft chuckle permeated the air, the echo bouncing off the ratty brick walls. She felt the blonde smirk against her neck as she pressed her body flush into the chestnut haired girl. “What’s this?” She felt a surprisingly warm hand grab at her aching tail, “curious,” she stroked it softly for a moment before pressing more firmly against her. Her eyes widened as she felt the woman’s arousal.
Hermione let out a moan, unintentionally grinding her hips back against Narcissa’s erection.
The blonde groaned against her neck, teeth scraping the gland. The brunette writhed, unsure if the canines against her were meant to be a threat or some sort of promise?
“Careful now darling, you smell so good. I’ve never smelled anything like you before.” She dug her nose into the Omega’s neck, dragging it down to where her neck and shoulder met. She laved her tongue over the area before clamping her mouth completely over it, suckling against the scent gland hungerly.
She grabbed ahold of the tail once more, giving it a gentle tug.
The Omega gave a weak growl, clawed nail chipping the brick under her hands. What was this feeling? She felt so… safe, and loved. And she knew she should feel anything but. This woman was dangerous. She was an alpha, and also a supporter of the man hell bent on ridding the world of her kind.
The Alpha, a natural legilimens behind her, snarled in response to the brunette's thoughts, causing the blood to freeze in her veins. She bared her throat more for the blonde, soft apologetic whimpers leaving her lips.
Narcissa continued to let out harsh growls, teeth scraping against her throat aggressively, pinning Hermione tighter against the wall with her hips. She shifted the Omega’s legs open wider by nudging her feet apart and grinding forward into the younger woman. “Mine!” She hissed against the skin coated in her scent.
Hermione’s heart skipped a beat, her inner Omega excited at the prospect of being claimed by a powerful Alpha, but her mind reeling at the realization that this woman was not in control of herself.
The teeth pressed more firmly into her gland as the Alpha seemingly started to rut gently but urgently against her, causing her to whimper and wiggle in her hold, her eyes starting to glaze over as she inhaled the Alpha’s pheromones. A mixture of possession, anger and confusion creating a heady concoction that seeped into her every pore.
“HERMIONE!”
A loud growl reverberated against her neck, followed by a sharp pain as Narcissa sank her teeth into the scent gland, effectively claiming her.
Hermione’s knees buckled completely from beneath her, crying out as white hot pleasure coursed through her. She whimpered as wetness trailed down her trembling thighs. She took deep gulps of air, inhaling more of her Alpha’s scent as she did. Letting the scent slowly ground her once again.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER?” Shouted a frantic Harry.
“OI! Get your bloody death eater hands off her!” Followed Ron, voice shaking with rage.
Narcissa gasped, ripping herself away from the younger girl who sank to the dusty ground, unable to keep herself upright.
The blonde stared at the bloody bite mark that stood out colorfully against the pale and otherwise unblemished skin of the girl’s neck.
“No…” she whispered, hands starting to tremble. “What have I done?”
She reached a hand towards the Omega who sat slouched on the floor like a sack of potatoes, before jerking back harshly. She turned, darting back down the alley past the two screaming boys and vanishing from sight.
Hermione let out a loud distressed whine, wanting that feeling of safety she only found in the arms of her Alpha.
“Bloody hell!” Ron’s obnoxious voice tore her from her daze, causing her to wince in pain as she looked up at him.
She reached up, dirty fingers grazing over the bite wound that pulsed angrily.
Harry bent down, wrinkling his nose. “What is that smell?” He grumbled, face contorting from worry to disgust.
“You reek of Malfoy’s mum,” Ron growled, reaching down to yank her back up into her feet. He peered down at the bite, his expression hardening. “We need to get out of here, before she comes back!”
Harry looked back to where Narcissa had vanished, “I’m not so sure she will be coming back. She seemed panicked.”
“Better not to risk it,” he grabbed Hermione’s arm, gently guiding her back to the safer grounds of Diagon Alley.
Once they reached familiar territory he released her hand, turning to mutter back and forth with Harry about what they had stumbled upon. Not at all noticing Hermione had stopped following them.
The brunette was left in a trance like state, eyes bleary and mind clouded and unable to focus. Her heart was tugging her back to that alley, back to her moment with the blonde alpha.
“Hermione?” A soft melodic voice met her ears, tugging her attention to familiar blue hues. Honeysuckle and jasmine met her nose, causing her to purr softly.
Andromeda stood staring at the young Gryffindor in shock.
Hermione took a hesitant step forward, feeling light headed and unsteady. She attempted to launch herself into the familiar arms of The older woman, comforted from the confusion of the last few minutes. Andromeda caught her and Hermione felt her whole body sink into the older woman, sobs wracking her body as she clung to her.
The curly haired alpha clutched the omega closer, shushing her and rocking her soothingly. She gently shifted hair out of her face, peering down at the woman in her arms with concern. She watched as the omega’s blinks became longer, mouth slurring as her mind faded into the welcoming darkness.
Andromeda blinked in confusion before forcing herself to calm and take in a deep breath, scenting the witch in her arm. Her eyes grew wide as she brought her hand up to Hermione's neck, pulling her collar out of the way and exposing the bite mark. Fresh and unhealed. She could smell her baby sister all over the wound.
She sighed, holding the girl tighter as she turned on the spot. Apparating away from the Alley with the unconscious witch, determined to figure out how to help both Hermione and her careless baby sister.