Mine
She scrambled backwards, forcing herself into the corner in her desperate attempt to get as far away from him as possible.
“Granger- ” Her voice was shaking and hoarse when she interrupted him.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She was shaking like a cornered pygmy puff.
“I didn’t mean to, I swear. It was an accident. Usually I would’ve gotten back to my room in time to take my potion an hour ago.” She’s terrified, clutching at her skirt and trying to shrink into herself like she thinks he'll hurt her.
His chest hurts, his hands shake with the desperate need to reach out to her.
“You’re an omega?” It’s a stupid question, but it’s the only one he can seem to get out of his suddenly very dry throat.
She nods slowly, eyes tracking him like he might pounce any second. Honestly, thats a fair assessment. She smells like fucking ambrosia. She smells like she needs to be licked, scented, fucked, taken care of. He could do it, he could be so good for her.
He shakes his head and pinches his nose so tight it hurts, realizing that he’s been unconsciously leaning towards her. Her pheromones are suffocating in the small confines. He shoves himself back to the other side of the closet, trying to put as much space between them as possible, though every inch separating them hurts like hell. He deserves an order of merlin for his restraint.
“How are you an omega? How have you hidden this?” His voice is cracking and fragile while he tries not to breath in any more than necessary. Granger has shrunken in on herself again and is sending him frightened glances every three seconds.
“I- I have potions. Experimental ones from Russia. Victor sent them to me, so I could have time. To decide- to be normal for awhile.” She lifts her head slightly as she talks, though she keeps her eyes firmly locked on the mop in the corner.
“I have to take them at the same times every day, thats why I'm breaking through right now, I didn’t get back to take my potion in time.” Now she meets his eyes, and not even the low light can hide the glassy sheen to them.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice is heavy with resignation.
Its hard to pull air into his lungs. This is all making a sick amount sense. The odd scent, the strange behavior, her sickly appearance, and her odd panic when they got trapped.
She’s an omega, one of only four in the entire school, but the only unbonded one. And she’s in a breakout heat, stuck with a death eater who tormented her for years. He’d panic too.
But thats not what his stupid alpha brain gets stuck on.
“What potions?” His voice, low and angry, surprises even him. She straightens her back and meets his eyes warily, obviously that was not what she expected him to say.
“What? Why do you care?” She’s gotten a little bit of that righteous indignation back in her voice now, and it shouldn’t be comforting but it is. There is a low fire burning in his belly now though, as the full implications of what she’s admitted are hitting him.
“Are these ‘experimental potions’ that Victor sent you,” there is a special kind of vitriol that tinges his voice when he says Krum’s name, “the kind sold by Adrian Turgenev?” His voice is a low growl and he doesn’t miss the way it makes her shiver. He feels proud of it for a moment, before the shame hits and he focuses back on the way she can’t meet his eyes again.
“That’s none of your business.” So thats a yes, then. Adrian Turgenev. She was buying potions from Adrian Turgenev, the foremost black market potion dealer in the western hemisphere. And, coincidentally, also the foremost cause of illegal potion-related death and injury in the western hemisphere. There is no way to trust any of the product he sells, and based on the way she’s been looking ill for the past month, he can wager a fairly good guess that these ‘experimental potions’ do not come without side effects.
“Great Merlin and Morgana, you're supposed to be the brightest witch of your age, how could you be so stupid?” She squawks indignantly at his exclamation and rises onto her knees so she can better face off against him.
“You have no right to call me stupid! You cannot possibly begin to understand the situation I’m in-” He cuts her off now, filled with fury of his own.
“Of course I can! You have to bond, which of course would be inconceivable to the great independent Hermione Granger. So lets just pump herself full of Merlin knows what, shall we? Doesn’t matter if it poisons her before she reaches twenty so long as she’s free and fighting! Never mind all the people who care about you!” He knows he’s being unfair, and that his voice has reached a decibel to rival a mandrake, but he can’t contain his fury at the image of her slowly poisoning herself. Depriving the world from herself, from- the people who loved her.
“Never mind them!” Her face is red and her hair seems to be floating with the livid energy she radiates. The pheromones in the air are overwhelming. He can’t even pick out whether it’s sweet or not anymore. It’s just Granger. She’s everywhere.
“They are all I mind, Malfoy! They are all I have minded for years, I have given up everything, everyone. And finally, just when I think I’ve made it to a place where I can be free, just focus on my own needs-” She’s sinking back onto the floor now, voice thinning and face turning pale.
“No. No freedom still. Here’s another goddamn thing you’re shitty birth saddled you with, Hermione.” Her stare is locked onto a crack in the floor despondently, her voice now a frightening monotone he’s never heard before.
“You’ll never just get to be you.” His chest hurts and the resignation in her voice.
“So, yes, Malfoy. ” There is steal in her amber eyes when she levels him with an icy glare.
“I took the risk on the potions. Honestly it didn’t feel like there was much to lose.”
It felt like his ribs were slitting apart. He gasped short breaths, regretting it when he was slapped in the face with the ever-present reminder of the untouchable heaven before him.
“It doesn’t have to be like that. It doesn’t have to be a terrible burden and it doesn’t have to end your life.” He tried to keep his voice level but couldn’t quite help the way it cracked, he was desperately trying to stem the rapidly growing panic. She couldn’t give up, that wasn’t Hermione Granger, the most brilliant woman in the world, this wasn’t her. She couldn’t leave.
A small, traitorous, voice whispered in the back of his head. He could make it good for her, he could save her, set her free, make her happy. He quashed it with brutal swiftness. That was ridiculous, she didn’t need a death eater to save her. He didn’t deserve her.
She scoffed and leveled her glare at the dust mites floating through the beams of light that cut across the wall.
“Of course you would say that, you’re an alpha. It’s all power and prestige for you lot.” He couldn’t miss the waver in her voice.
“But for us? It’s another target on our heads. We need to shack up with someone or we become the most valuable commodity in the wizarding world.” Her chuckle is bitter and tired.
“And honestly? I’m tired of being hunted.” She purses her lips and keeps her gaze leveled on the wall. His guilt closes his throat.
The traitorous voice is back. He could keep her safe.
“So why not mate? Why not bond?” He knows the answer before he asks the question.
“Please. Soul bonding isn’t some convenient out. Only a few alphas would even be compatible, my magic is finicky.” She taps her fingers in an anxious rhythm on her shins.
He’s compatible, their magic would entwine easily. He’s not sure how he knows, but he feels it in the air, he knows it as surely as he knows his own name.
He reminds himself brutally, it doesn’t matter.
“And even then, I’d be trapped in the most intimate connection in the world, with someone who probably only cares about my name or my heats.” It was getting more difficult to focus on what she was saying, her pheromones were so thick it almost made the air hard to pull into his lungs.
“It would be torture, knowing they’ll never really love me, feeling that in my soul every day.” Her tone had picked up that bitter resignation again.
Her legs were so smooth and milky. He could smell her slick now, it was getting harder to track the conversation. He wanted to bury his hands in her hair, lick her until she was drenched in his scent.
“But I suppose thats how its going to end anyway isn’t it? For both of us now. I’m sorry Malfoy.” Her glassy gaze met his only briefly before she locked her eyes on the wall again.
So she knew then. How this would inevitably end. She knew he could only hold on for so long, if she was going to enter a forced heat. Of course she did, clever witch.
She was so small, so lonely looking.
“I could take care of you.” The traitorous voice actually made itself heard now.
“I’ve cared about you for awhile, been obsessed with your every move for even longer. You're brilliant. I’ve always thought so, even when I hated you for it.” He couldn’t stop the stream of desperate pleas slipping out of his mouth now.
“I could keep you safe, make you happy. Love you.” And on that note the whiny, clingy alpha in him finally seemed appeased to lend Draco his mind back. Her gaze was calculating when it met his. Her fingers had stopped their rapid tapping.
“What about my blood?” Her voice was monotone but he could detect her nervousness, even in his half-brained, nearly feral state.
“Your blood?” He was having a hard time concentrating, there was a sweetness coating his tongue that made his words feel heavy.
“I’m muggle born. When you wake up from your fuck, mate, mark, alpha-mind are you going to hate me for tarnishing your bloodline?” He was fairly distracted by the word fuck coming out of her pretty petal lips, but this felt important so he tried to focus on the words she was saying.
It took a second but when they sunk in he hated himself a little more for it. Of course she would be terrified of him, why on earth would she think a death eater would take proper care of her? He had to prove her wrong, prove he was worthy.
“I haven’t thought that way for a long time. I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have a chance with you, it’s you who will regret this when it’s all over.” He could feel himself shifting closer now, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Her scent had turned absolutely ripe and desperate. She needed an alpha.
“But I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you happy. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be the best alpha you could have ever hoped for and then you’ll love me.” She was whimpering now and if he made a guess based on the glazed look in her eyes she had lost most of her brain function to her omega.
“I’ll fuck you.” He closed his hands around her delicate ankles and pulled her towards him. She folded beautifully under him.
“I’ll knot you.” He brushed her hair out of the way and dragged his nose along the glands of her neck. She smelled like heaven, and let out a desperate whine when his breath hit her neck.
“I’ll give you pups.” He dragged his tongue up her neck and felt her pulse hum under it, she tased like ambrosia. She moaned raggedly, and gripped his forearms so tightly he was sure she’d leave marks. He felt smug at the thought.
He lifted his head so he could meet her blown-wide pupils full on. He could feel his incisors lengthening.
“You're mine.” She keened wordlessly and arched up into him, too lost in her heat now to form words, and desperate for contact.
Her dark eyes were crazed, her lips were parted and moist. It reminded him he hadn’t gotten to taste them yet. His lips met hers with an impact that knocked their teeth together harshly. It felt more like they were trying to consume one another rather than kissing. She made a sound that seemed halfway between a whimper and a moan and tugged desperately at his tie, trying to loosen it and then getting distracted by the thin sliver of skin she revealed.
She ran her fingers greedily over his collarbones and pressed her fingers into the glands on either side of his neck. He nearly collapsed at the pleasurable surge that rushed straight to his quickly filling cock.
He used one hand to grab her wrists, holding them above her head, as he used the other to bunch her skirt at her waist. He ground against her core, and she was dripping so much the front of his trousers was instantly soaked.
Her scent was so strong he could practically taste it in the air, and his mouth watered at the thought. She gave out an anguished, nearly inhuman, whine and bucked her hips, trying to grind against him. He’d taste her later.
He dragged his tongue against her gland again, the taste of her addicting.
“You want my cock, pretty girl? You want me to fill you up?” He didn’t even recognize his own voice.
She twisted her wrists in his bruising grip desperately.
“Please, please Alpha I need it.” He ripped at her loosed tie, then tore her shirt apart, the buttons scattering across the stone floor.
She was wearing a plain cotton bra, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He sucked open mouthed kisses on her heated skin, while she threaded her fingers into his hair and whimpered unintelligible words.
He couldn’t stop touching her, he felt like a man possessed. The world started and ended with the frenzied witch in his arms.
“Look at you, fuck you’re perfect. You’re such a good girl.” The words felt like they were torn from his throat in between his his frantic kissing and nipping at her skin.
He tore her bra down the middle and dragged his tongue up the valley between her breasts. then he latched onto to one of her perfect pink nipples and dragged his canines against the pert tip.
She screeched and bucked against him, pulling at his hair like she couldn’t decide whether to pull him closer or twist away.
“Please Alpha please.” She sobbed it out and when he tore his mouth from her skin to meet his gaze, her face was damp with her tears. She needed him now.
“Shhhh, Omega, I’ll take care of you.” He smoothed his hand up her feverish chest, marveling at the way her heart thundered against her delicate rib cage.
The words acted like morphine to his little Omega. She instantly relaxed back against the floor, though her manic gaze stayed trained on him.
He went to work removing her skirt and underwear, less crazed now that he was focussed on his task. The moment he pulled her panties down her pale, delicate legs, her scent perfumed the air with a renewed vengeance.
He groaned and let his head drop to her sweat dampened stomach.
“Salazar you’re going to kill me.” He couldn’t help but taking a moment to appreciate the view of her fully bared beneath him, gazing at him with nothing but uninhibited desire.
She tugged at his shirt dazedly and whimpered in an unintelligible plea. He absentmindedly realized he was still fully clothed.
He tore off his shirt carelessly and Hermione instantly trailed her hands down his chest and raised her head to mouth at his pectorals.
He groaned and tore himself away. Pulling off his trousers at breakneck speed.
Hermione let out a ragged sob, grasping weakly at him.
“Alpha please I need you.” His chest hurt.
“Hush Omega. I’m going to make it better, you just have to wait.” His voice was horse and deep, it soothed the frantic edge to Hermione’s whimpering but she still watched him like she was afraid he’d leave her at any second.
As if he was capable.
He settled himself above her and couldn’t help from tasting her lips again. He nipped at her full bottom lip and fucked his tongue into her mouth. She whined against his mouth and pulled at his sweat-soaked hair.
He trailed his hand down across her clenching stomach to between her thighs, letting it cup her sex. He felt it pulse against his hand and she whimpered and bit down hard on his lip.
He let out a chuckle despite the sting of pain and sunk a finger into her.
She gasped and he couldn’t help but moan at the feel of her tight, wet heat.
She whimpered and bucked against his hand. He indulgently sunk another finger into her and she sucked it in readily. He ground his palm against her clit while he licked into her mouth.
It took no time at all before she was clenching and shuddering around his fingers, a surge of wetness coating his hand. She let out a strangled, cut-off screech.
He considered bringing her to completion with is fingers once more, just so he could hear that noise again. But her movements became more desperate and her sobs simply increased in intensity.
“Please, please, please!” Her tone had reached a fevered pitch, her words slurring together. She dragged her nails down his back hard.
He gripped her wrists and pulled them above her head, her breasts bouncing with the movement. He ground against her wet heat and groaned raggedly at the sensation. Her glazed eyes were unsteady but she met his eyes with intensity.
He held her gaze as he sunk into her slowly, feeling steadily consumed by her in every way.
“Fuck. You’re perfect, my perfect, perfect girl.” She was so tight it felt like he could barely fit. But she was so slick and wet she took him readily and moaned at the sensation.
He pulled out slowly and she moaned at the lost before he thrust back in rapidly. She shrieked and tightened her legs around his waist.
“Tight. Hot. Wet. Mine.” The words were torn from his gritted teeth with every thrust.
He felt like he was consumed by her, like with every passing moment she took another part of him. And he couldn’t have been more glad to give them to her. Let her have everything.
He felt like he would snap at any moment, a wire strung tight. The more his pleasure built the more he felt enraptured by the pull. The air danced with magic around them, it felt like electricity in the air.
He snapped his hips and she moaned with the sensation, gripping his biceps while he bunched her mess of curls in his clenched fists.
“Mine. Mine. Mine” He pressed his lips to hers again in a messy, bruising kiss. The air was filled with the sound of their slapping skin and clacking teeth.
He couldn’t stop mumbling against her mouth.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He trailed her lips downward, pressing against her cheek, neck, and throbbing gland.
It pulsed against his lips in time with his heartbeat. Every thrust was met with more resistance, the base of his cock was beginning to swell and he could feel the throb of his knot.
“Mine. Mine. Mine” She moaned and arched back, pressing her breasts against his chest, and giving him more room on her neck.
He sucked a gentle kiss onto the edge of her gland in reward, dropping a hand to rub his thumb softly against her clit. That was all it took.
She clenched around him hard, and arched back, letting out a horse cry. It was nearly impossible to push into her now, but he thrust harder steadily working his way in.
“Good girl, that’s my good girl.” He gasped the words against her gland as his pleasure built. He sucked on it hard and the brutal pace of his thrusts increased until he couldn’t take it any more.
The steady build of heat in his core burst and he thrust home, feeling his knot lock into place. His canines sunk deep into her neck, feeling her gland bust beneath his tongue.
It was the best flavor in the earth. It felt like he was steadily draining into her, body and soul. He could feel his magical core melding with hers and he never realized how empty he felt without it.
It took what felt like ages before he came back to his body. His forehead was resting against hers, he was panting heavily, her body crushed beneath his.
He was still locked inside her, more at home than he’d ever felt. Her small hands stroked calmingly over his straining arms, but paused when he raised his heavy head to meet her eyes. She gazed at him with more clarity then she had all night. She looked sated, her chest rising and falling in time with his, but her eyes were wary and guarded.
She was waiting, he realized, for him to come to terms with what he’d done. She expected him to be disgusted or horrified. She had no idea how much he wanted this, her. She had no idea what a gift this was.
She had no idea how amazing she was, how many nights he’d touched himself to the thought of her lips, her hair, her swotty tone correcting him while he went down on her.
He stroked his thumb over the thin purple skin below her eye. Reveling in the feel of her soul intwined with his, the steady thrum of her contentment in the back of his mind.
He met her dark gaze and didn’t bother hiding the possessive grin that split his face.
She had no idea how long he’d desperately wished for her to be, “Mine.”