Heated Discussions
Chapter 2: Heated discussions
Hermione groaned audibly as consciousness crept up on her slowly. Her body felt heavy and lethargic, her mind just as hazy as the rest of her. She could feel soft sheets under her bare arms and tail. She was warm, and she felt safe as she forced her body to remain still. Unwilling to move before she had taken stock of just what had happened to her.
She took a deep breath to calm herself, inadvertently causing her wound to flare up in protest. The skin where her neck and shoulder met throbbed painfully. A soft whimper escaping her lips in response.
"Hush Hermione try not to move for a minute" a familiar warm honeyed voice spoke up from her left, startling her. The owner was obviously standing very close to where she lay. Her eyes shot open as she whipped her head around towards the person who had spoken. Forcing herself to sit up abruptly. Sending a burning jolt through her shoulder and neck.
She winced visibly, her hand coming up to clutch the source of the pain, feeling an open wound under her palm that was obviously still weeping. Her eyes taking in the sight of Andromeda Tonks. An order member she had met recently at headquarters. Her wild brown hair pulled up into a bun of messy curls atop her head.
The sudden intensity of the Alpha woman's scent around her did absolutely nothing to help the brunette in clearing her head from the fog she had awoken in. She tried to take a subtle breath, inhaling more of the familiar honeysuckle and jasmine.
In fact it only increased her bafflement. She couldn't recall a time where she had ever been affected so much by someone's scent. Never having presented properly meant it hadn't ever really been an issue for her like it had for some of her classmates. Yet the scent from the Alley and Andy’s scent made her feel alive. Lighting a craving in her she wasn't sure what to do with.
"Lay back, take a minute. You've been out for a good few hours darling" The older woman soothed. Laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. Pushing her back until she was lying properly on the bed again.
She whined quietly in distress. Not comfortable with the amount of confusion she currently felt. She was Hermione Jean Granger for Merlin's sake!! She didn't do uncertainty. She needed facts, truths! Anything else was simply not good enough.
Yet here she found herself, laying in an unfamiliar bed in Andromeda Tonks' home she presumed with not a clue as to what in Morgana's name was going on.
"You're alright Hermione, I promise" Andromeda continued to coo, her scent caressing Hermione's nostrils as if it were a lullaby. The brunette found herself unwillingly responding. Her muscles relaxed against the silky comforter below her. Her neck was still throbbing but at a more manageable level now she was no longer so tense.
"What happened?" She asked softly, almost afraid of the answer. She couldn't imagine in what world waking up the way she did would be the result of something that wasn't about to tip her world from right under her. Especially seeing as her muddled brain couldn't put anything over the last few hours together.
The last thing she could remember clearly was talking with Harry and Ron in Diagon. Then…. nothing. As if she had simply ceased to exist and in place of the memories of what had happened lay a hazy fog of unknown. Vague awareness of a scent she had to have more of and little else.
It was vexing and more than a little worrying.
Though the pinched look of concern and the hesitancy shining back at her from startlingly blue eyes didn't help her feel any better about her current situation.
From what she knew about Andromeda, the Alpha woman was unapologetically opinionated, never caring much about filtering herself. The way she seemed to be struggling with what to say now though quite frankly terrified the younger witch. Anxiety flaring through her already tense body.
Hermione furrowed her brow, the sharp pain of her neck mixed with the dull throb in her abdomen making her mind whirl. What was happening to her?
“Andy?” She questioned, hand clutching at her stomach. “It hurts, and I’m so warm.” She let out a low whine. “What’s happening to me?”
Andromeda’s eyes grew darker as the pungent scent of Omega blanketed the room.
A low growl slithered through peeled lips, causing the hair at the back of Hermione’s neck to stand up and a shiver to wrack her body. The pool of heat dipped lower in her belly and the bite wound from the woman’s younger sister throbbed on her neck.
“Andy?” She tried again, wanting to back away but feeling herself lean into the Alpha.
Andromeda stared at her with eyes so dark a blue that They nearly looked black. “My sister bit and claimed you.” Her voice was low and husky, causing a shudder to roll through the young
Omega’s body.
“But why?” The younger woman furrowed her brows, “I’ve not presented, and…” she trailed off, thinking back to the blissful moment in the alleyway. As the memory of what had happened came back to her she paled at the realization that she had wanted Narcissa to bite her. She looked up to Andromeda. With a gulp she realized she desperately wanted Andy too.
The older witch hummed a moment, tilting her head as she chose her words carefully. “Narcissa was forced into a marriage with another Alpha, there is no balance there,” she stated, glancing over to a picture frame perched on the mantle of the fireplace. In it three young women in Hogwarts robes smiled at the camera, one with black wild curls seemed to be trying and failing to scowl as she held a much smaller blonde’s head in a headlock under her arm. The said blonde had a look that was crossed between being scandalized and being joyful of the affection. A brunette who looked near identical to the first in the photo watched on in adoration with her arms crossed. It took Hermione a long moment to realize this was a picture of the Black sisters in their Hogwarts years.
Andromeda continued, “She’s never had an Omega, and she got too close to you too fast,” she mused, “the smell of a true mate can make even the most patient Alpha falter.” Her eyes narrowed, blue never leaving brown.
“True mate?” The curiosity in the girl’s voice caused the Alpha to smile.
She nodded, unruly hair falling into her face with the motion. “It’s euphoric finding your true mate. They will be perfect for you. Their smell will entice you and you could drown in it, get drunk off it.” She leaned down, their noses brushing. “You’ll want to get as close as possible, and stay smothered in them. Desperate for them to wrap you in their arms and fuck you, consume you.”
Hermione shuddered, “that sounds almost like mind control or compulsion.”
The older witch hummed in thought, “I suppose it could,” she pushed the woman back down gently onto her back. “But it isn’t at all a compulsion, you are in control, even if you don’t feel like it.”
Her neck throbbed again in pain and she let out a whimper.
“I could attempt to fix it,” she paused, lightly tracing her fingers over the wound from her sister, “I’m not sure it would work though. I can’t actually use a spell to heal it, typically only your true mate can heal it herself with her saliva and you biting her back.” She leaned over the younger girl, straddling her.
“H-how would you f-fix it?” She stuttered, growing flustered from their position. The feel of Andromeda's weight resting on her thighs, effectively pinning her while the Alpha's scent continued to invade her senses was intoxicating. Drowning out any sense of logic Hermione may have grasped on to.
"Hmmm, I'd bite you of course" the response, uttered in a breathy whisper, had her baring her neck subconsciously, tilting her chin up in a silent offer. Hermione felt the witch on top of her trail a single digit up her sternum, grazing the side of her wound and bringing her finger to stop just beside it. "Right here" tapping the spot for indication.
Her ears twitched, a needy whine escaping her flushed throat as she tried desperately to think through her addled mind. Yet her prided intelligence failed her, logic evading her grasp as she all but pressed her exposed throat into the Alpha’s face.
A throaty chuckle met her sensitive ears, causing her to rock her hips up into the woman atop her. She let out a low moan at the feel of her arousal pushing back against her.
“Wh-“ she gulped, throat bobbing against smirking lips, “what happens if you b-bite me?”
"Well, you'll be mine of course" those same smirking lips replied, one hand coming up to possessively caress the side of her throat. Ripping a groan from the younger woman. "At least for a little while" Andromeda continued. Pressing gentle, teasing kisses along her jawline.
Her arousal spiked, prompting Hermione to press her legs together tightly, seeking some sort of release from the building pressure between them.
The Alpha growled, barely restraining the growing need to take; she adjusted her position on top of the pinned Omega, pushing her left leg between Hermione's. Breathing deeply in appreciation, savoring the scent of the girl's arousal as she lay helpless and trusting beneath her. "Then we will let it fade if that's what you want. You would only have to keep it long enough for my darling little sister's mark to fade."
"Ugh wi-" she tried to speak, gasping in pleasure as the older woman's leg pressed deliciously against her clothed core. "Will it work?" She managed eventually. Voicing her question as she threw her head further back into the mattress below.
An act that Andromeda took full advantage of, pressing her lips harder, nipping and sucking at the girl's neck. Reveling in how responsive the Omega was to her touch.
Hermione bit her lip, letting out small whimpers as her abdomen bubbled with pressure, the molten heat threatening to boil over and erupt.
Andromeda released her neck with a purr, licking up over Narcissa’s bite. “In theory,” she tilted her head, “Though maybe it will convince your body to fully present for me.”
Brown eyes snapped up to lock with cobalt, “a bite? That’s what will make me finally present?” Her cheeks flushed at the possessive tone the older witch used, core clenching painfully.
"Hmm it's a possibility, though from what Dumbledore has shared anything is possible with you darling" hand stroking up and over one of the younger brunette's ears to highlight her point. Frowning at the tense of muscles below her.
"He told you!?" Hermione squeaked, unable to hide the insecurity she felt about her condition as it leaked into her voice.
"Only in its relevance to the order, nothing more" the older woman replied. Pressing her leg harder against the brunettes center as a distraction. Not entirely comfortable with the younger witches' apparent self depreciation.
She hummed when Hermione couldn't stifle her pleasured gasp, nose running over her generously marked neck. Inhaling deeply as she purred in approval, her own scent mixing with her sisters. The more possessive side of herself idly wondered what it would take for her own scent to overpower her sisters completely. But something in her also loved their scents mingled on the Omega’s skin. “Though It wouldn't just be a bite, love.” She nipped at the bite gently, purring at the surprised squeak that fell from small thin lips. “It’s a scent mark, as well as a claim. If Cissy isn't your true mate, her’s will fade and mine will stay until it fades or I heal it.”
“And if she is?” Her voice wavered, throat going dry in anxiety and trepidation. What would she do if she was? Why did the implausible chance that she was her true mate, excite her just as much as it terrified her?
The chocolate haired woman held a proprietorial gleam in her eye as she looked down upon the woman below her. “Then my mark will fade and hers will remain.” mouthing gently at the patch of skin right beside her sister's mark. She trailed her hand down over Hermione’s stomach, eyes flicking down as she felt the muscles quiver. “What will it be, Hermione?”
The Omega shuddered, a moan tearing from her lips at the breathy tone with which the Alpha whispered her name. “Please,” She whimpered, tail coiling down Andromeda’s leg in a desperate attempt to keep her in place.
A grin spread slowly across the Alpha’s face, her mouthwatering scent of honeysuckle and jasmine growing more musky, causing her legs to tremble. She nuzzled her sister’s mark, taking in every individual indent of her teeth where it tore through the Omega’s skin. She watched as the wound seemed to pulse angrily, as if waiting for its owner to come back and sooth it.
She paused, considering the mark a moment longer before latching onto it and suckling. She closed her eyes, the scent, the taste, of Narcissa exploding across her taste buds, a deep growl reverberating in her throat. Having something of her baby sister that was so tangible after all these years felt euphoric. Warming that part of her heart that had long since gone cold when she had lost her sisters.
"Are you certain darling?" The Alpha murmured, pulling back slightly to look into needy eyes. Needing consent from the witch below her before moving forward. Hermione could only whine and nod her head quickly, desperate for any sort of relief from the torment being wrecked on her body. Every nerve filled with pleasure and need, a need she knew only the Alpha above her could grant. She pushed her body upwards, trying anything to get as close to the older woman as possible. Craving the contact between their bodies.
Andromeda caved at the sight of the omega’s pleading eyes. Her desperate little whines driving any sort of hesitance or restraint from her mind. Loving just how much the little witch wanted her. The intoxicating scent of arousal filled her lungs as she dipped her nose in again, inhaling straight from the chestnut haired girl's gland. Pressing her body flat against the squirming witch below her.
The Alpha let herself get lost in the sensation, grinding her own arousal onto the girl's core. Slightly irritated at the lack of direct contact. She trailed lips and tongue down her neck before latching on to the perfect spot right beside her sister's. Sucking the skin harshly before biting down, hard.
Groaning in satisfaction as the Omega tensed below her, unintelligible words and sounds of pleasure escaping small thin lips. Her back arched, hips bucking up hard into the bulge pressing firmly against her core.
Andromeda sank her teeth down harder, breaking the skin as she rocked down against the woman. Her teeth tightened as her peak rolled through her in hot waves, knot rubbing uncomfortably against her strained robes, wishing so desperately to be buried in the woman below her. Knowing it would feel so much better if she could feel the omega clench around her as the younger witch rode out her own wave of white hot pleasure, gasping and panting in the Alpha’s ear.
A scream tore through the Omega’s throat, clenching around nothing as her bliss flooded her veins. Her release spilled out of her like an unrelenting tidal wave, vision blurring before going white. She clutched at the woman above her, desperately trying to ground herself as she came down from her high.
Whining quietly as the Alpha licked gently at the new wound on her neck, curling her arms around her to hold her gently. The older witch purred, wanting to make sure the younger woman felt secure and content in the moment.
Pulling away from the brunette's neck, Andy brought their foreheads together. Taking a minute to simply breath and bask in the feel of holding the now boneless girl below her so close. Watching as hazy brown eyes blinked up at her slowly. A frown gracing pretty features.
"Still hurts." The younger witch murmured after a minute, prompting the Alpha to glance at the bites. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she took in the two prominent bite marks sitting side by side. Both showing no signs of fading. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Hermione," Andromeda husked, eyes growing wide in concern "the marks, they aren't fading."