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For the fourth time in the past half hour, Hermione debated hurling herself into the fireplace. The flames seemed to be a lot more forgiving than the party that was sweeping through the room two doors down.
Stupid Bloody Ministry parties. Who came up with this idea anyways? Cramming every single ministry employee in tight dresses and tailored suits into one barely lit room? Who could want that hell?
Oh right, her.
Maybe she should have allowed Harry to contact that bar service, she needed a drink.
Technically, this was the one problem that she couldn't see coming in her overthinking party-planner brain. After years of not presenting, Hermione had succumbed to the notion that she would follow in the footsteps of other muggles, forgoing the secondary genders entirely. Who needed to be sorted into further caste and submission because of something she couldn't control? Not the witch who was trying to run for minister while being both a woman and a muggleborn against someone as prestigious as Pureblood poster child Draco Malfoy.
Malfoy and her had been at each other's necks for months, both mentally and in the polls. Neither seemed to sway the crowd into a majority, and this ball that she had organized to “prove that her and Malfoy can be friendly” was the hopeful tip of the iceberg. That is, if she could stand properly.
In the rush to get everything ready this morning, Hermione had chalked the nauseous and sweaty feelings to stress and the beginnings of her menstrual cycle. One peak at a calendar and maybe she could have known that her menstrual cycle was far from where she was now. That meant that there should be little to no internal problems on such a massive day for her career.
But here she was, kneeling against the stone ground halfway into heat.
Her knowledge of the inner workings of Omegas was incredibly slim. There had been talks that happened around her when she was in school. Sometimes, she would hear Pavarti tell her suitemates about it when the witch had thought Hermione was asleep. It was a pureblood thing, they assured her. A curse of submission.
If only she had been an alpha, or a beta, or just a muggle. No, the universe had to punish her for some masochistic reason.
The slick that dripped down her thighs under her dress told her all that she needed to know.
And now she was trapped in Malfoy Manor, the home of her political enemy and long time crush, debating whether to a) burn herself or b) masterbate.
Bloody fantastic.
Hermione grasped at any facts she could remember about Omegas, but little came to mind. Internally, she jotted down the words ‘ Heat’ ‘submission’ ‘breed’ and ‘mate’. However, her pragmatism couldn't help her in this matter.
Her mind started racing to places she had never been before: deep dark corners of her brain that were chalked full of fantasy fodder about nearly any male she could think of. But none made as many cameos as Draco Malfoy.
Of course, stupid bloody Malfoy.
The same Malfoy that had been shooting her mischievous looks across the atrium to distract her, or putting "Granger is a loser" in sharpie on her coffee cup in the break room. From small childish pranks to straight defacing her in interviews, there was no doubt it Hermione's mind that she hated Draco Malfoy with a passion.
Well, maybe a little doubt.
With one acknowledgement in her brain, a new voice popped up.
Alpha?
“Oh, oh no. That's not good!” Hermione whisper-yelled, scrambling back from the fire. She didn't have much time now until she was going to be coherently grinding one out on an ancient Persian rug. If she had thought to get out of here about 10 minutes ago, she could have saved herself. But Hermione highly doubted she could make it to the apparition spot like this.
“Shying away from the party, Granger?” She knew who had joined her without turning around. For some reason, he was currently the only person she wanted near her right now.
ALPHA The omega inside her preened, happy to have his smell dominate the room around her. Of course Malfoy was an Alpha, how else could this all go? Whoever is watching down on her has an evil sense of humor.
“Malfoy, please,” were the only words that could escape her lips. Hermione turned to him, feeling the pull that his presence inflicted on her. “Help me, I don't know what to do.”
Realization crossed the pale wizard’s face as he breathed in, no doubt getting a lung full of her needy scent. A hand quickly came to cover his nose as his eyes blew wide. “Granger, why do you smell like that?”
Alpha doesn't like your scent. He is not pleased with you. You are not good enough for Alpha. The voice kept getting louder and louder until Hermione had no choice but to reach over and dip her hand into the fireplace. The searing pain shut the Omega voice up right away, but left her with a nasty burn and a cry.
To her surprise, Draco dove for her, pulling her away from the flame and into his strong arms. Hermione could not help the small sob that escaped her.
Wrapped in him, wrapped in his scent, the pain almost disappeared. He smelled like apples and mint, the flavors warring on her tongue to be the favorite. With each breath in, her sniffles abided.
When the blurriness from the tears left her eyes, she turned to him.
Draco Malfoy looked positively furious in the most hot way Hermione had ever experienced in her life. “What the actual FUCK were you thinking, Omega?”
“It was the only way I could get the voice to quiet down,” Hermione whispered, shame causing her to shrink back from him as the mean words in her head decided to pick up their tornado spins again.
We have failed Alpha. Alpha hates us. We are bad. BAD OMEGA BAD OMEGA BAD OMEGA
It became too much again and Hermione scrambled towards the fire again, but the strong arms were back around her small convulsing body.
“ Omega ,” Draco growled, holding her in such a tight grip that Hermione squeaked, “ Stop. ”
Her body came to a crashing halt in its squirming, and a steady fluid began to gush out of her and soak the front of her dress. His voice was doing malicious things to her, and Hermione realized that one more touch could send her into an all consuming orgasm.
“I don't know what is happening to me,” the voice that came from her throat sounded foreign, yet they were her worries spilling out into the room. Hermione wanted to fall back into crying once again.
Alpha won't take care of you, you will fail. Fail. fail. Fail.
“ Whatever the fuck you are thinking, stop it right now,” the pained Malfoy heir commanded, trying to hold her in his arms and block his nose at the same time. “ I cannot hold onto myself when you smell like you're in danger. ”
Hermione groaned through the emerging tears. “ I’m sorry .”
“Why the hell are you here if you're in your heat anyways? Aren't you the most well prepared person in the wizarding world?” He hissed from behind her. Hermione debated wringing her own neck right now, but settled for digging her nails into the side of her wrist.
A growl rumbled through her enemy, making her shoulders shake. “ What did I say, Omega? ”
“ Don't put my hands in the fire? ” The brown haired witch whispered. “ I didn't know I was an Omega until about 30 minutes ago. Please help me.”
“ I will help you, Omega, but only if you stop hurting yourself, ” Hermione had never heard a voice so soft and comforting.
However, the small bubble of calm that he had created dissipated quickly, heat crawling over her skin.
“Let's get you to the apparition point so I can get you home,” Malfoy’s voice sounded strained again.
Hermione immediately protested, “ I can't make it. Al- Malfoy I feel like I was set on fire, help me!”
As her mind became blurrier, she heard him say something about it being too late. Suddenly, she was up in the air, getting rushed out of the room they had been holled up in and onto a plush bed that smelled like ALPHA .
The squirming began again, and Hermione felt her thighs begin to create friction against her aching center. For a second, she felt her presence leave her, and the Omega in her began to howl.
ALONE ALONE ALONE ALONE
Her small hand began to creep up her dress, which was certainly ruined right now, and pushed past the soaked waistband. Even the slow torture of her own fingers were not enough to fill the cavernous hole.
She was so far gone in her own race for any sort of friction she didn't even notice Draco reentered until he groaned. “ Put your hands above your dress, Omega. ”
Her fingers snapped out from under her dress quickly, and Hermione let out a pathetic whine. Before she could properly voice her protestation, he handed her a small vial.
“ Drink. It will give you clarity, but only for a few moments so we can get things settled.” The Malfoy heir sat down next to her, guiding the potion to her bitten lips. A rough, stinging liquid went down her throat.
Despite the horrible taste, she immediately began to feel better. “Thank you.”
“We need to talk about what we are going to do.” Malfoy robotically repeated, hand still over her nose.
“I'm sorry, do I smell that bad? You can leave if it's too horrendous, just lock me in,” Hermione said quickly, cheeks reddening with shame.
Beautiful fingers grasped her chin and moved her head to make eye contact with her honey eyes. “Hermione. Let me make this clear: You are the most deliciously smelling person I have met in my entire life. All I want to do is breathe you in,” He paused, as if contemplating. “However, if i give into my Alpha right now, I will end up fucking you so full of my cum you will spend the next few months unable to walk.”
“What if I want that?” she whispered, no longer holding up her walls to fend off the truth. She had been secretly admiring her political opponent in the ministry atrium since they graduated Hogwarts.
“Fuck, the potion must be faulty,” Draco made to get up again in frustration.
Hermione grabbed his arm. Determinedly, she pulled him to sit him back down. “No, I’m serious… and a lot more present than i was earlier.”
His silver eyes found hers, something akin to hope settling in them. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Hermione breathed, “Is this something you want to do?”
Draco laughed, causing Hermione to immediately regret her decision. Who was she kidding? Of course someone like Draco Malfoy could never want her. In the ways that he was sophisticated and organized, she was messy and emotional. They were political enemies for Merlin's sake! “Im so-”
“Hermione, when I found out I was an Alpha in 4th year, I cried for an hour about how I was going to end up with some random Omega and not the woman who I loved.”
Of course he also had someone else. She was probably some blonde, stunning model who did not have an absolutely obnoxious orange cat or a crippling coffee addiction. Someone of his standar—
“For the brightest witch of our age, you really are impossibly stupid sometimes,” he grasped her face again, “Im talking about you.”
A warm feeling exploded in her chest. He wanted her!
Good omega,
She really couldn't have nice things when this little voice was around, huh?
Hermione let her partner know that she was slipping again, and he nodded.
“I'm going to go call off the party. I plan on fucking you on every surface of this manor and that may get very awkward if anyone else is here,” Draco straightened his tie, and Hermione felt a gush of heat between her thighs at the simple action.
He left the room quickly, which she was grateful for considering her jumping onto him was becoming a very real possibility.
The second the door closes, Hermione twisted to bury her face into the emerald green pillows. After taking in her alpha in deep, gulping breaths, she began to arrange the pillows and throw blanket into a small nest.
The blankets enveloped her in ecstasy as she sat back, waiting for her Alpha to come back. However, as the time wore on, she began to get desperate again, dipping her hand back under her dress to try and satiate the burning feeling. Hermione was so needy for her alpha that the 4 fingers she shoved into her tight hole did virtually nothing to stop her whimpers.
Finally the door clicked open, and in stepped Draco, who was busy rolling up the undershirt of his elaborate suit. He took one quick look at the nest she had made and gave her a priceless smile.
“It looks beautiful, Omega.”
The noise she let go of when he joined her was one of pure ecstasy. Having his body be so close to her aching one made every second of waiting worth it. “ Alpha .”
Draco’s chest rumbled with pride. “So good for me, darling. Let me provide for you.”
Oh, and let him she did. As stated before, this was not the first time Draco Malfoy had entered her mind as a sexual entity, and by now he is promoted to God with the way she wanted to worship him.
As the heated feeling beneath her skin began to flare again, Malfoy ripped through her dress in the most perverse and incredibly hot show of strength she had ever seen. The air assuaged her wild nerves only slightly, but she knew until he had knotted her she would find very little relief in anything else.
His warm tongue caressed the dip in her collarbone as he stroked her center. He was everywhere and she adored it.
A finger entered her, and she let out a whimper at its intrusion. The Omega inside of her purred in satisfaction. She was going to be taken care of.
One finger turned to two, which turned to three, and Hermione was a panting mess beneath the Adonis. “Please, please Alpha, I need you!”
Her Alpha groaned. “Aww, so cute and needy. I’ll give you what you need, Omega, don't you worry.”
When his fingers left her core, Hermione began to panic. But one look upwards and she could see him shucking his slacks to the side, revealing the huge bulge in his underwear. The remaining layer was quickly shed.
Hermione’s jaw went slack. He was bigger than her fist, and longer than she thought possible. How the hell was he supposed to fit in her tiny body?
Despite that question ricocheting through her head, Hermione could not wait to be filled with it.
“Lets get this straight, darling, Im going to fuck you within an inch of your life. Then, when this fever breaks, I will fuck you like I love you every single day for the rest of our lives. Understand?”
Hermione hastily nodded, and with that, felt the tip of his ginormous cock begin to prod at her weeping slit. Her body opened for him, stretching to its limit, and the brown haired girl feared she was going to black out with how full she felt.
Malfoy ducked his head to kiss her as he bottomed out, causing her to gasp into his mouth. A small orgasm wracked her body as he broke her apart.
“If you try to squirm like that again I swear to god I will fuck you into pieces,” Her Alpha growled, hand coming to wrap around her throat in warning.
However, Hermione Granger was never one to back away from a challenge, and shifting her weight a few times underneath him gave her the satisfaction of small moans from the man above her. His eyes glowed Alpha red.
“ Omega, stay still. ” The Alpha command caused her body to freeze.
“But I need you,” whined Hermione. She ached to thrust up in order to encourage a punishing pace, but her body stayed put.
Malfoy smiled down at her, a mischievous look dancing in his eyes. “You don't need me to thrust in order to give you an orgasm, darling.”
“Not true.” Hermione pouted, amusement filling her with a strange sort of pleasure.
“Darling. Cum.”
It was like a lighting bolt had struck right through her. Her body shuddered with white hot pleasure as she crested over a cliff that she had no idea she was so near to. Without opening her eyes, she could tell she was soaking the both of them by the sound of both his approval and the small splashes.
When she opened her eyes, Draco’s silver orbs peered back at her. “That's what I thought.”
With that cocky statement, he began his punishing pace, slamming into her so loud that she was howling with pleasure. Everything felt like too much and too little all at once. One of his lithe hands slid between them, fondling her clit in short pulses that were tied to his thrusts.
“Come for me again, darling,” Draco cooed, and her eyes easily rolled up into her head without his Alpha voice. The tight coil in her stomach snapped and she lost herself to orgasm again.
“Alpha, alpha, please just knot me!” Hermione cried in anguish, body feeling deliciously laden with pain and pleasure.
Suddenly, the bright witch got an idea. Contracting her walls around him, she let out a breathless plea. “ Alpha, breed me please!”
Draco grunted, slamming into her once before roaring with his orgasm. The base of his cock started to thicken, locking the two in place, and the hot seed that was shot into her aching cunt sent her into a final breathtaking orgasm.
"If you tell anyone about this," Hermione said breathlessly as they both came down from their high.
Draco scoffed. "If you don't think I am going to claim you for everyone else to see, I would call you absolutely batshit. You're mine now, lets get married."
"We're way too young to get married, Draco," The brown eyed witch chided. She wouldn't admit it, but if he got down on one knee she would absolutely say yes.And for some reason, Hermione was content with that
Draco gave her puppy dog eyes, and the witch dissolved into cute giggles that flipped his frown around.
The witch rolled onto her side, looking him in the eyes. "I will marry you, Draco Malfoy, as soon as I win the popular vote."
"Well, that's unfair," Malfoy smirked, "Because I am going to win."
—-
Hermione waddled out of the elevator, laden down by both her work bag and the bump that had been growing steadily bigger for months.
“Mione! Let me take that,” Luna rushed over to her, shouldering her heavy bag. “You know Draco would have a fit if he heard you were carrying that much weight!”
The pregnant witch laughed. “I can hold a bag, Luna. Malfoy is just protective.”
“Why do you insist on calling me Malfoy when you are, in fact, also a Malfoy?” Came a sultry voice that was carrying two styrofoam mugs and Hermione’s heart in his big hands.
Ever since he had begun working a floor below her, proposing new laws that help broaden the sexual education for young witches and wizards to include all types of presentations, he had insisted on bring her morning tea. Especially when he found a blend that would be beneficial for the “Beans” (as he would call them when the couple were holding hands, snug in bed.)
“Because sometimes it's fun to remember the old days, Malfoy,” Hermione teased, brushing past him into her office. Her husband followed close behind, sending a wink at Luna before he shut the door.
Luna chuckled before sitting back down at her desk. Some days, she could not help herself but look up at the door that housed her friend and smile at what Hermione had become.
On the door was a simple plack, bronze and shining in the morning light from the large windows.
Hermione Granger-Malfoy, Minister of Magic