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He had smelled her shortly after the oldest students began arriving in Hogsmeade. Of course he wasn’t sure who she was exactly, but it was impossible not to notice that an unmated Omega was in town. Fred internally cursed at how young the girl probably was, and the way his body twinged everytime the door to the shop opened and the breeze blew in a heady whiff.
There was no way he was going after her, whoever she was. The shop was overrun today. He couldn’t leave George like that on one of their busiest days of the season. By the time they closed, she would undoubtedly be back in the castle. Probably already marked. Every Alpha for miles around would be here within an hour or so. It made Fred itch to leave, but it just wasn’t possible.
Merlin, she smelled divine, though. Like she was made just for him. He had scented other newly presenting Omegas before, but none had smelled quite like this one. A very possessive, almost animal voice in the back of his head was telling him that they only smelled so good when they belonged to you.
“Twin-o-mine, you still in there?” George asked, waving his hand in front of Fred’s face.
Fred jumped back, tripping and falling into the shelf behind him. Ducks rained down as a whole box of WiseQuackers fell around him.
“Off me!” he yelled, laughing as a duck took off from his head and flew out of the store. George and a number of Hogwarts students were doubled over, howling with laughter.
“What’s gotten into you, mate?” George asked when he could breathe again.
“Just distracted,” Fred hedged. He didn’t like that he was an Alpha and George wasn’t, though he had to admit life would be difficult if they both were. Easier or not, he didn’t like discussing it with him as it always felt like rubbing it in.
Unfortunately, George was far too observant. “Alpha problems?”
“Shite,” Fred swore. “How did you know?”
“You’re not the only one who’s suddenly been sniffing the air every time the door opens. A couple of older Slytherins got that look and then took off out the door a minute ago,” he said, watching his twin closely.
Fred knew without even twinspeak that George was worried about the girl.
“One of them was Malfoy,” George added, lip curling in disgust. It was still hard to understand why he wasn’t at least serving house arrest for a while instead of getting to go back to Hogwarts for their special 8th year.
Fred grimaced. “You okay here if I go check on… things?”
George grinned at him. “Definitely. Go find her, brother mine.”
As guilty as he might have felt about it, Fred practically raced out the door now. The idea of Malfoy getting his hands on a helpless Omega was not acceptable even if he hadn’t been drawn to her like a magnet.
His legs were aching by the time he reached the other side of town at a dead run. The Omega’s scent had changed slightly, fear blending with the siren call of her slick. It made her smell even more enticing. Fred knew he was likely to be the only Alpha there not intent on hunting and marking the girl as fast as possible. Not that he didn’t want to, just… he had been raised better than that and he would be damned if he didn’t control those desires, even as overwhelming as the Alpha instincts were at this moment.
He skidded into an alleyway and immediately saw that he was going to have his work cut out for him. Malfoy was closest with a tall dark boy Fred didn’t know in Slytherin robes. But there were so many more. He recognized a couple of the Hogsmeade villagers, including the shop owner from Honeydukes. There were a couple of Ravenclaw boys and a Hufflepuff. They all looked like they were ready to ravage the poor girl. She was behind such a wall of humanity that Fred couldn’t even see her. Not that it mattered what she looked like, but that animal part of him was desperate to see her, to know who she was.
As much as he intended to fight off his urges, the one to fight for his potential mate was useful. Pulling his wand, Fred commanded, “Get away from her. She isn’t an object to be taken.”
“Oh believe me, she is,” Malfoy said, leering at the Omega.
“You must know she is or you wouldn’t be here,” one of the villagers grunted.
“I could just have heard the racket you’re all making and come to rescue the damsel in distress.”
At that moment, a bombarda blasted just in front of the crowd, blowing them all back. Fred was thankful he was at the back of the group, just staggering a bit at the way the ground shook for a moment.
“I’ll do the rescuing myself,” Hermione Granger panted, now very visible in front of him.
She had always been attractive, but Fred swore she was glowing now, calling to his body with hers. He shook his head to try and clear it. The other Alphas were starting to get up, so he couldn’t let his guard down right now. There was no way in hell he was letting them have Hermione. And yes, she was formidable on her own, but they would be unstoppable together.
Fred’s long legs covered the ground between them. He held his hands up in surrender when she warily raised her wand at him. “We’ll fight better back-to-back, Hermione,” he explained. “We can sort out… other things once you’re safe.”
She looked like she wanted to argue how safe she would be even then, but there wasn’t time. The two of them found themselves surrounded far faster than Fred had hoped. They both shot impedimenta, bombarda, incarcerous, and stunners as fast as they could.
When the battle was over, the other Alphas were in a heap in front of them. It had happened so fast that only a few minutes had actually passed. Still, they were both panting.
Fred had to admit, though, that he wasn’t sure if it was the work they had done fighting, the adrenaline in their systems, or the desperate need he knew was burning through both of them. He didn’t dare look over at her now they were alone.
He wanted to say he would remain in control, but her smell was intoxicating.
“Thank you, Fred,” she said in a voice that was far huskier than he had ever heard from Hermione before.
It made his heart accelerate even more. He wanted to rub himself on her, lick her scent glands so that the other Alphas would smell him on her and know he had laid claim. Merlin, he wanted to be the one who claimed her.
But he would not take the choice away from her. “Do you know why they’re after you?” he asked gently. Without meaning to, he did finally look into her whiskey-colored eyes.
“I… I’ve read about Alphas and Omegas, but I didn’t really think it was real. And I didn’t think it was supposed to happen to muggleborns anyway.”
“It doesn’t, usually,” he answered. “But you’ve always been a special one.”
He wanted to tuck a curl behind her ear, but he didn’t dare touch her. Fred knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her if he did.
“So you… did you come here to rescue a damsel? Or are you an Alpha, too?
“Both. I knew as soon as you left the castle wards, I think. And I knew what kind of trouble it would bring. Not that I knew it was you, particularly. But I wouldn’t have wanted anyone to have to go through what the Alpha instincts tell us to do, especially if it had been someone who was more of the distressed sort.”
“So your instincts, the part of you that is Alpha, want something from me?” her voice was pitching a little lower. It made goosebumps flow over Fred’s body as he fought to hold back the urges that threatened to overwhelm him.
“Merlin, yes. Everything. But I’m not going to do that to you.” He felt a stab of almost physical pain as he said it. “I’ll stay with you and help fight them off until you pick someone. Even if it takes days.
“Fred…” her voice was low, sultry. He looked up without meaning to, gasping when he saw her moving toward him, hips swaying, eyes hooded. “What if I choose you ? What if I ask you to mark me?”
His body jolted with longing, physically and more. Merlin, he wanted her to, but… “I know being an Omega makes that seem like a good idea, but you don’t know yet what other Alphas might come for you. I don’t think you should give up an opportunity to be with someone you… you could really love just because I’m here right now.”
“Do you really think that’s why I would ask you?” She reached toward him and he had to take a step back to avoid her hand.
“I don’t know why else you would,” he answered, his voice tight to hold back the sudden rush of feelings and desire.
“Maybe because you’re the person I could love,” she said quietly. “Because I already know that no one is going to come for me who I would rather be with. He’s already here.” She was staring into his eyes when she asked, “Will you mark me, Alpha?”
His breath caught. “I would be honored beyond anything imaginable to be the one you choose.”
“Good. Because I want you, Fred.”
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Hermione’s body was burning with desire.
It had taken every ounce of willpower she had to turn Malfoy away, much less the men she had nothing against. She had always liked Fred, and seeing him like this, the animal magnetism that was part of being an Alpha oozing from him as he took charge of the crowd. Then he had worked with her as an equal despite, if what she had read about Alphas and Omegas was true, the inherent power imbalance.
And now… the insistence that she'd get to choose, that he would help her fend off the others until she found one she wanted? She was a goner for him. Hermione was just so damn happy that he seemed as enamored with her.
Merlin, the way he smelled… She continued on her course toward him until they were almost touching.
Hermione was more than a bit nervous. Once they touched, she would belong completely to him for the rest of their lives. His hands were hovering just above her waist, inches from her. She could feel the pull between them calling them both to take that last step.
Gathering her Gryffindor courage, she went up on her tiptoes, leaning her chest against his and pulling his mouth down to her. An approving hum, barely above a growl, tore from him as their lips met. It felt like he was going to devour her and Hermione couldn’t help but let him. Hells, she didn’t want to just let him; she welcomed it - would beg for it if he denied her.
“Alpha,” she whispered as she finally pulled away from him. He started to pull her back, but she firmly pushed against his chest and Fred let her go.
She didn’t move back far, though, just enough that she was able to stare into his eyes as she undid the first two buttons of her shirt and pulled it aside to expose her neck and shoulder. Still looking at him, she presented her neck, the area with the scent glands now fully exposed, sending waves of scent at him, and invited, “Please, Fred?”
Hermione was panting, her body desperate for him, as he so slowly and carefully bent down to lick along the glands. His voice was so deep she more felt it vibrating through her than heard it when he said, “Are you sure, little Omega? You will be mine forever.”
“Gods yes, please,” she whined. Presenting herself like this felt so vulnerable and wanton. She leaned her body forward to touch him, careful to still leave her neck displayed for him. She just wanted him to mark her so they could do more. He could take her right here in the alley if he would just move on it.
Fred laughed darkly against her neck. “This will hurt for a moment, love, but I swear I will make it better.” She writhed against him, silently begging for it.
Still, Hermione gasped when she felt the first brush of very sharp, pointed canines at her pulse point. Yet, she felt a new rush of the slick substance that already soaked her knickers and coated her inner thighs. She moaned as those teeth gently sank into her. There was pain, but it was only intense for a moment, then she felt a wave of euphoria rolling over her. “Fred,” she cried out as her body throbbed and an orgasm crashed through her. It was only his arms pinning her to his body that kept her from melting to the ground.
The bite ended and he began to lick at the mark, pulling back to blow on it, then licking again. She kept moaning and crying out as the orgasm never ended. Finally, she whimpered between moans, “Please, Fred… Alpha… please take me. I need you buried inside me, please.”
She could see the knowing look in his eyes, that she belonged to him and would have to wait for him until he deemed the time suitable. Staring deep into her eyes, he blew over the mark again, sending their mixed scent into the air around them so that the other Alphas would know it was too late. Fred stepped back, allowing her to sag almost to the ground before he caught her.
Hermione felt like her bones were liquid at this point. Her pants were as soaked as her knickers had been before and she was no less aroused despite her desperate need to pause and recollect herself for just a moment.
Unfortunately, Fred had more than a moment in mind. She could see the lust burning in his eyes, and she had certainly felt his arousal against her body while she was coming over and over against him, but he turned her away from him and leaned over her shoulder from behind, his tongue sneaking out to lick over the mark between words and make her shudder, her core quivering everytime the mark was touched.
“I’m not going to take you in an alleyway, Hermione. I won’t knot my Omega where we’ll have an audience - not the first time anyway.”
She flushed at the implication that they someday might, but she felt another gush of her slick. Anything he wanted. She would have no ability to say no to him if that’s what he wanted. And she loved it.
His hands reached around her neck and pulled on her shirt, popping the next two buttons off so that the top of her bra and her voluptuous curves were now visible, the mark above them painfully obvious. Fred had a hand on the small of her back as he pushed her to walk in front of him. She felt as exposed now as she had when presenting herself to him. Hermione was aware that everyone knew what had just happened and what was about to happen. She also knew what a sight she must be with her pants wet and her new mark on display.
Were Omegas always so overwhelmed with the white-hot heat of need that she was experiencing? She had orgasmed so long she thought she was going to pass out, yet here she was ready to be taken on the Hogsmeade town square if it meant he was inside her sooner. She didn’t care that he had clearly given in to his baser instincts and was now showing the world that he was her Alpha. She wanted them to know, too.
George greeted them as they finally walked through the door of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. He took one look at Hermione and grinned to his twin. “This is better than I could have imagined for you. Need the back room for a bit?”
“Yes,” Fred replied. “My queen deserves better than an alley for her first claiming.” He gallantly scooped her up bridal style, laughing when she squealed.
Hermione was glad that he had, it meant that his long strides carried them more quickly to the back of the store. She was afraid the “back room” wouldn’t work very well for what they were about to do, but then Fred swept everything off one of their worktables with a single word of magic, moving hastily to lay her on it.
As she tried to sit up, his hand touched her chest, holding her gently down. “You will lay here, Omega, and let me bring you again before I fill you.”
She whimpered and he smirked at her. “Your clothes seem to have gotten rather damp somehow,” he mentioned. “ Evanesco. ”
Bare against the table, Hermione shivered, especially when she felt a slight breeze from the front of the store drift over her legs, still dampened by her slick.
“Do you have any idea,” he asked, bending over her and running his tongue up the inside of her left leg, stopping just before he reached the apex, “how good this smells? How I’ve wanted to taste it since you left the castle?”
Hermione thrashed her head, whining when he pulled his tongue away without touching her core. “Please,” she begged.
“Patience, little Omega. I will always take care of you. And believe me when I say that this will make waiting worthwhile.”
She could hardly argue when his tongue was working up the other leg, his fingers dragging teasingly through the curls just above. When he suddenly flipped a finger over her clit, she came with no warning whatsoever, screaming as her body pulsed. He kept it going by moving his lips to suck on her, then slowly licked along her slit and fucked her with his tongue.
Hermione lost all concept of time. She knew she felt as though the orgasms never stopped, but her body was still burning. “Please, please Alpha. I need your cock filling me.”
“Hush, Hermione,” he chastised. “Soon you will be more full than you could have ever imagined.”
With that, he stepped back from the table, just now bothering to undress himself. Through her post-orgasmic haze, Hermione could barely comprehend the lean muscles of his slim body, but she was drooling over him anyway. And when his pants dropped… she had truly never seen anything that large, not that was supposed to fit inside her anyway.
He obviously saw her eyes widen, because he grinned in a predatory way. “Do you think this will fill you well enough, little Omega?”
She whimpered, but couldn’t form words. Desire was coursing through her veins, a longing to have that inside her no matter how fearful she also felt at how she would ever take it all in. He stared into her eyes as he approached the table, climbing on so that he was hovering above her, chuckling softly at the way she squirmed and rolled her hips in invitation.
Hermione marveled at his restraint. She knew he must be feeling just as many animal instincts as she was. Her reading had also indicated that being around an Omega in heat would send their Alpha into a rut, unable to control themselves, fucking the Omega with wild abandon until neither could even walk. It had sounded horrible when she read about it. Now she just hoped it would start soon so that he wouldn’t keep denying her.
She gasped as he lowered himself, teasing her entrance with the head of his cock. “Alpha…” she moaned as he pressed in the first inch. He moved so slowly into her, with Hermione begging him the whole time for more, despite the tears drifting down her cheeks from both how blissful it felt and the way she was almost painfully stretching to accommodate him.
It seemed to go on forever before Fred was finally seated all the way inside her. She hadn’t really thought he could push in completely, but she felt his bollocks slap lightly against her. His insanely long, thick cock was filling her so completely she couldn’t imagine how any other cock had ever felt satisfying to her.
Fred stayed there, unmoving, while she adjusted to his full length inside her. His body was shaking and covered in a fine sheen of sweat when he said, “This will be rough, little Omega, but you’re going to love it. Do you want it?”
“Yes,” she pleaded.
“Right now?” he asked teasingly.
“Gods, yes. Please, Fred. I need you to move!”
“As you wish,” he whispered in her ear before licking at the mark and then sucking at it as he slowly pulled himself out of her. They both moaned the whole way.
Then she was screaming in ecstasy again as he slammed back into her and began wildly pumping himself in and out of her. Her body was arching off the table as she came completely undone beneath him. He kept going, fucking harder and harder until she was sure she would lose consciousness from the force of her orgasm. Then Hermione realized the intensity was actually increasing as it felt like she was stretching again, his cock growing larger inside her. “What…?” she gasped, feeling suddenly afraid and yet even more intensely needy than she had all day.
“The knot…” Fred panted, “I’m going to...come!” The last word was drawn out in a roaring moan as the bottom of his cock stretched even further and then she felt something shooting out inside her, hitting in such a way that she fell over the edge again and again as the spurts of his come kept coating her insides.
She had nearly stopped breathing when she managed to gasp, “How long… Merlin, Fred… how long will you keep…”
He gave a last groan as his cock finally emptied and he collapsed on top of her.
It took almost half an hour before their hearts slowed and breathing calmed, his cock finally losing enough of the knot that he was able to slide out of her. Fred was kissing her lazily, the emotions conveyed loving contentment instead of horny desperation, though Hermione already felt her heated libido stirring again.
“That was… unbelievable,” Hermione managed between his sweet kisses.
“Obviously I’ve never been with an Omega before, so there’s a learning curve for me as well, but I think it will be like that every time,” he told her. “And every time will be very frequently.”
“Thank Merlin for that,” she said with a smile.