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The soothing scents of earthy sandalwood and citrus enveloped the soft sheets that cocooned her. These scents were mixed with the musky scent that she loved more than anything else, the primal scent of the man she loved. The combination of aromas was enticing to her senses and made her feel safe in a way that she hadn’t felt since before her parents' memories had been permanently modified, it was a feeling of comfort, of safety, a feeling she had craved to feel again but had feared she would not.
She let out a contented sigh as she awoke and rolled onto her back, enjoying the feeling of the cool sheets against her naked heated body. There was a pleasant ache in her most intimate places, a reminder of the many rounds of sexual exploration and mating that had taken place the night before.
“Morning love,” a deep voice spoke, his timbre sending a shiver of desire down her spine, the tone causing her heart to flutter too, had she been wearing underwear they’d have been ruined for sure. Hermione whimpered and pressed her thighs together, trying to sooth the instant ache that had overtaken her at the utterance of his morning greeting.
Her lover let out a deep, husky chuckle and she opened her eyes instantly finding his silhouette braced in the doorway between his bedroom and the main room of the small and cosy three roomed hut that he lived in. He was fully dressed in jeans, boots, and a red plaid shirt, Charlie Weasley had many shirts in this style, all in autumnal shades that suited his tanned complexion. Hermione could see from her spot in the centre of his bed that he held a small tray, the contents of which smelt heavenly and caused her tummy to rumble. Charlie smiled tenderly at her for a moment, his eyes scanning her like he was trying to memorise this moment forever.
“Where have you been,” she questioned curiously as she rose into a seated position against his navy headboard, stretching her arms high into the air while a large yawn escaped her puffy lips. Charlie’s checkered sheets pooled into her lap at this action and Hermione felt a thrill at the sight of his hazel eyes darkening and hungrily roaming her exposed flesh.
“I was checking on the hatchlings in the reserve's nursery, they needed feeding,” he responded as he walked into the room and set the tray down on the bed beside her, “I also brought you some food love, last night was intense and you need your energy,” he said as he raised one hand, he stroked the pad of his forefinger a across the claiming mark, he’d left on the side of her neck.
“That feels good,” she groaned, the mark was sensitive in the best way, sending pleasurable tingles through her body.
“That’s because I placed it on your scent gland, which is naturally sensitive, but your inner omega, likes that I’ve claimed you, this mark tells everyone that you're my omega,” he told her seriously, his fingers continuing to stroke across his claiming mark.
“Only yours,” she agreed preeningly, a sound that became a groan of disappointment as he removed his finger from her mating mark and gestured for her to begin eating the food he had brought for her.
“Sorry love, you should be lucid for as long as possible,” he told her quietly, “I’m not sure how much you remember from last night, everything happened so fast,” he admitted.
In the wake of the war when she and Charlie had become friends, she hadn’t expected to end up like this. They’d become friends six months ago while helping to rebuild Hogwarts. When she’d told him that she planned to become a healer, he’d suggested the training facility on the Romanian Dragon Reserve and Hermione had jumped at the opportunity to learn away from the media that wouldn’t give her a moment of piece in wizarding Britain.
She’d been here for two months now and had grown to love her best friend's older brother but hadn’t acted on those feelings, not until the previous evening when she had unknowingly presented as an omega, desperately begging for her alpha mate to take her virginity and claim her. She’d been frantic in her desire for him, crying, physically hurting from the need to have him within her, she was certain that had he not given in and lovingly taken control of her body, claiming her as his, then she’d have been driven to insanity from the intensity of the yearning feeling. Nothing but a knot would have stopped the feelings that had overtaken her and she was thankful that he’d been there to help her. She could feel the need building within her again and wondered how long this mating cycle would last, Charlie was right when he’d told her that it had been intense, it had been emotional and pleasurable, a perfect experience really but also confusing as she’d not known about alphas and omegas before this and Charlie had done his best to explain everything while she’d struggled to remain lucid. Hermione stayed quiet, remembering the previous evening in vivid detail.
“Eat love, you’re still in heat and will need to be mated again soon,” Charlie spoke quietly, Hermione nodded and picked up a cranberry and orange muffin. She ate it silently and then ate the pumpkin spiced, maple pecan topped porridge. There were apple slices and blackberries as well as a perfectly brewed chai latte, made just the way she liked it. It was all presented beautifully and there was even a decorative miniature pumpkin on the tray.
“How long will the heat last,” she questioned between mouthfuls of food. Charlie had tried to explain the dynamics of alphas and omegas to her the previous evening before her mind had been lost to pheromones and the need to be mated. Apparently, she’d missed vital sexual health classes during her missed seventh year and nobody had bothered to tell her that while most Wix are betas, a few would present as an omega or alpha.
“Until my seed takes love, had we known you were an omega we could have suppressed your heat. You should have presented last year at the latest and your pheromones should have changed weeks before your first heat,” he told her quietly.
“Why didn’t they change when they should have, why did it happen so quickly,” she asked him nervously, biting her lower lip between her teeth, “Charlie is there something wrong with me,” she asked him worriedly.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, my love, “you’re perfect,” he stated, she frowned up at him and he continued talking.
“Last year was so stressful, you were on the run, underfed, not taking care of your body. A combination of these things and any other stressors could have easily led to your delayed presentation,” he said. “It’s my fault you presented, I entered my rut and needed to mate an omega, I think my enhanced pheromones triggered your first heat unexpectedly,” he confessed.
“Are you mad, that I’m an omega, that I’m not on suppressors,” she asked him, unable to voice her biggest worry that he might not want to share a child with her after this mating cycle was finished. She’d be a mother before her twentieth birthday, and it would break her heart if he didn’t stay with her and help her through everything that was to happen.
“Am I mad that the most beautiful woman, the one I have been in love with for months, wants me to mate and impregnate her,” he asked, taking her face into his hands, “not in the slightest, I love you Hermione and I will love our children too,” he promised, before stroking his hand across her stomach, his forehead resting against her own. Hermione was shocked to realise that there was a roundness to her abdomen that had not been there the previous day, a roundness caused by her alphas seed.
“I love you too,” she responded, her mind whirling conflictingly. One part of her preened, wanting to carry his seed like a good little omega while the sensible rational side of her contemplated what this would mean for her career and future plans. She was training to be a healer, and she intended to work for a living, she had no intention of becoming breeding stock, or a house witch like his mother Molly.
“I can practically feel your brain panicking, we will make this work love, it’s my job to protect you and ensure your happiness,” he told her honestly, she let out a sigh at his words, this was Charlie, he wouldn’t expect her to quit her job, he more than anyone knew how much it meant to her.
“I’m not quitting my job,” she stated, just in case, he chuckled and leant back so he could look her directly in her eyes.
“You wouldn’t be the woman I love if you did, now stop worrying and eat your breakfast love,” he said, repositioning them so he was behind her with her cradled between his muscled thighs.
As she ate her food and drank her drink, Charlie gently brushed her hair and braided it for her.
“Good girl,” he praised as she finished her last mouthful of the delectable food. Charlie moved her tray to the bedside table and wrapped his arms securely around her, pulling her so she was flush against him. She could feel her control slipping, her body felt so hot, and she was wet with slick, ready for him to claim her again. He brought his lips to her mating mark, kissing it gently, his tongue softly running across the permanent impression of his bite that marked her as his.
“Charlie,” she spoke breathily as her eyes began to glaze, their combined pheromones enveloping her as he slipped a hand down her body, sliding his long thick fingers through her curls and into her dripping cunt.
“I’ll take care of you my love,” he promised, she clenched a fist into the fabric of his plaid shirt, her eyes closing as she rocked herself onto his fingers, needing more of him inside her.
“Alpha please,” she begged, she needed him to take her and breed her like a good omega, whimpers and moans escaped her, her head falling back against his shoulder when he circled her engorged clit with his calloused thumb.
“That’s it omega, come for your alpha,” he commanded, thrusting four fingers within her while continuing to explore her clitoris with the contours of his thumb. It did not take long for Hermione to come with a scream, clenching down upon his digits, Charlie continuing his ministrations, drawing out her pleasure as she pleaded and whimpered for more.
“Evanesco,” he breathed, she felt the fabric of the plaid shirt disappear from her grasp and his thighs that were on either side of her own became naked as a result of the wand-less spell.
“On your knees omega,” he said, removing his fingers from her core, she scrambled to do as instructed, kneeling in front of him with her breasts flush to his checked bedspread, her head raised enough that she could watch his reflected image in a nearby mirror.
Charlie sucked her essence off his fingers as he knelt behind her, his broad body dwarfing that of her petite one. Then gripping her hips tightly, he lined his sizeable cock up with her entrance, sliding it into her tightness slowly until he bottomed out against her womb.
“So tight, you were made for me, my good omega, going to breed you,” he breathed praises and promises as he pulled her body up so her back was flushed with his chest and began to fuck her hard and fast. Charlie had one hand over the swell of her belly, rubbing it soothingly, feeling himself within her. His other hand alternated between each of her breasts, pinching, rolling and squeezing them while Hermione grew more dazed, loosing herself completely to the sensation of his touch and the mating process.
Wordless and needy gasps as well as high-pitched squeals escaped her parted lips as he bred her, her eyes glassy and hooded. Every so often she caught a glimpse of his tanned, scar covered and tattooed body in the mirror. Charlie’s fiery hair was tousled, and he had intimate piercings that she was certain none of his family were aware he had. He looked dangerous and wild, the complete opposite of the person, she’d envisioned herself ending up with in her youth. Charlie pistoned his hips, his engorged cock thrusting against her sensitive inner walls, his pace punishingly quick but deeply pleasurable. she clenched her fists into his bedding and closed her eyes, preventing herself from seeing her own reflection looking back at her. Hermione knew she looked depraved, her eyes were molten, her skin flushed, glistening with sweat, her mouth parted in a o as she took him over and over again, meeting him thrust for thrust, grinding her cunt on his dick, desperate for him to fill her with his seed once more and impregnate her.
“Come for me again omega,” he instructed, bringing the hand from her breast down into her folds once again. Charlie’s fingers rapidly stroked her engorged clitoris, and she felt the knot at the base of his cock expanding. A wonderful intense stretching sensation came with this as his knot pushed against her most sensitive nerves. She felt the bursts of his release begin to squirt within her, his knot locking them together as he filled her womb with his potent sperm. The stimulation and pleasure were too much, she came hard, screaming loud enough for the entire reserve to hear before her vision blurred into darkness.
“Such a good omega, you’ll look beautiful round with our child,” he spoke, arousing her from her stated rest, days after her mating cycle had started.
“Charlie,” she breathed, a cup was placed to her lips, and she drank the icy water inside it desperately. The days had bled together as the need to mate became all-consuming. Charlie had been unable to leave the hut again and they’d spent their time fucking or partaking in tasks that were essential to their survival: sleeping, toileting eating and drinking.
“Shush love, rest,” he said, she felt his lips kiss her forehead and the sensation of a wet cloth wiping their combined release from her thighs.
“The heat is it over,” she asked hoarsely, her nether region was sore from the repeated mating, and she worried that she wouldn’t be able to take much more, if this cycle continued, even with the excellent loving care Charlie had provided throughout. Hermione winced as he brought the cloth higher so that he could wipe it across her swollen vaginal lips, the pain fading away instantly, from what must have been a dittany-soaked flannel.
“Your heat is over love, my seed took,” he breathed proudly. Hermione felt him kiss the expanse of her stomach, “you did beautifully, my good omega,” he praised as he placed the palm of one of his hands against the rounded swell of her belly. She was so swollen from the copious release of his sperm that was still inside her that she already looked to be many months along rather than that of just days or hours. The added weight felt uncomfortable, but the possessive nature of his touch was comforting, and she knew that everything would be okay.
“I’m pregnant,” she breathed in wonder as she felt him wipe the soft damp cloth across the many scratches, bites and other marks left on her body from their repeated coupling, she brought one of her own hands to join his on her stomach, mesmerised by the knowledge that they’d created a new life that was now growing within her.
“Yes omega, you are love,” he responded. She felt him lift her slightly, dressing her in one of his large flannel shirts, that was most likely the plaid pattern she knew he was fond of.
“Sleep Hermione, my good omega,” he breathed as he tucked the blankets around her, her eyes were still closed and she did as he instructed, sinking deeper into his bedsheets, she let unconsciousness reclaim her, as she breathed in their combined soothing scents.
Six Months Later
Charlie left the reserve nursery with a spring in his step, during the night five more dragons had hatched, all of which were of endangered dragon species. Every hatchling born was one more rare dragon in the world and a chance closer to saving the majestic creatures from extinction.
He walked through the reserve happily taking in his surroundings, it was a cold crisp spring morning, and the frosty grass crunched under his boots as he made his way back to the hut he shared with his new wife. Daffodils and snowdrops were beginning to emerge from the ground and the birds were singing their soothing melodic chorus, signifying the start of another day. In the distance he could hear the roars from the larger dragons whose habitats were in nearby pastures and mountains. Charlie couldn’t help feeling thankful for the work life balance that he and Hermione had created in the time that they had been together, a balance which allowed him to continue the vocation he adored while also being her mate.
The six months since their mating had passed in a whirlwind. They’d gone on many dates, gotten married and magically expanded the hut he’d lived in for years so the inside of it was a large and cosy house perfect for raising their expanding family. Hermione had intensely trained for her healing mastery, successfully beating previous records, and becoming a certified healer before she started her maternity leave.
His parents and siblings had been ecstatic at the news of their relationship, more Weasley’s in the world was considered a blessing by the large redheaded brood. The happiest by far however was his younger brother Fred, as the news meant he was the winner of a large number of galleons from those who had been betting on when he and Hermione would get together.
“Love, I’m home,” he called as he entered the hut, making a beeline to the bedroom where he knew she would be.
Omegas began nesting during their sixth month of pregnancy, Hermione been no exception. Since entering the latter third of her pregnancy and starting her maternity leave she’d been organising the house and nesting in preparation for the birth of their twins.
“There you are omega,” he smiled at her. She was breathtaking as she laid in the centre of her birthing nest. She wore one of his plaid shirts, the flannel material tight against her swollen abdomen. Around her were many cushions, blankets and even more of his plaid shirts, all positioned just so.
“Alpha,” she moaned needily.
“What a beautiful nest you’ve made love, good omega, looking after our babies,” he praised, stripping quickly and giving her the shirt he was wearing so she could add more of his scent to the nest she’d created. Hermione rolled it up, tucking it into the spot she wanted.
“Alpha, I need you, I missed you,” she whined, spreading her legs so he could see her glistening folds.
“I know my love, I’ll take care of you my omega,” he promised, “I’m sorry my shift was so long, let me help you now,” he asked as he carefully undid the buttons of the shirt she wore, appreciating the changes in her body. Her breasts were heavier, her areola’s darker and her hips wider. Her abdomen was full and round with purple stretch marks. She was perfect, and each day she grew more beautiful to him as she nurtured the lives growing within her.
“Please,” she begged while pinching her swollen nipples.
“I love you Hermione, he breathed, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder as he brought his mouth to her core, Hermione’s hands threading into his hair, tugging him closer as he began performing his very best cunnilingus on the woman he loved, spurred on by the filthy pleading groans and utterances that escaped her parted pretty lips.
Charlie Weasley had long ago given up on finding love and thought he’d be a bachelor for the rest of his life but over the course of a year Hermione Granger had become not just his friend but his entire world. She’d also given him the greatest gift of all, something he’d dreamed of many times but had never hoped to an achieve, a family of his own. Charlie was certain that he was the luckiest and happiest man in the world and he couldn’t wait to meet the two babies that his mate was carrying. He dreamed of the day that he could hold the pair of them, to be their daddy and watch them grow up, always encouraging his children to follow their dreams and meet their full potential, the way his own father had always supported him. They still had three more months of growing to do but Charlie was counting down the days until Hermione’s homebirth, excited for this next adventure into fatherhood.
The End