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“Please knot me, Alpha, please!”
Draco rolled his head back from its tipped up bliss, coming back to earth at the plea of the omega writhing beneath him. The betas in his life were perfectly satisfying until he dipped his cock into an omega cunt and then it all rushed back - this was where he belonged.
Draco gripped her by the hips, pistoning in and out, the rut demanding he fill a hole. On her hands and knees, it had been easy to pretend she was someone, anyone else.
Getting through a rut with an actual omega was a rare treat, but there was little to no attraction to the witch below him beyond designation.
She could take his knot, he knew that. He knew it wouldn’t hurt her. He knew he wouldn’t have to be careful. If he plugged her, she’d cry out in bliss. She’d worship him like a god, like he was the only man in the world who could satisfy that primal urge.
But Draco chafed at being called Alpha. He hated when they acted like they lost all control over themselves. It made his stomach turn with terrible memories of the Dark Lord and imperius curses. Draco didn’t want that kind of control over anyone, not even an omega.
Not now, not ever.
Deep in the throes of his rut, Draco still knew his name. He knew the name of the woman beneath him. He knew the consequences of every action.
Losing control… alphas that just “couldn’t help themselves”, excuses leaned on by lesser men who just wanted a fuck, or boys without the wisdom of restraint. He was neither. The control over himself was as satisfying as the climax.
He thrust slower, looking down and watching the lips of her pussy stretch around his length, leaving it slick and glistening. This close to orgasm, his knot was partially inflated and pulling the normally wrinkled skin taut at the base of his cock.
Draco wanted to knot this omega. Instinct told him giving her whatever she asked for would set off every switch in his brain and open the floodgates to pleasure.
The most ancient, primal parts of him.
His hand fell between them, catching some of her slick on an outward pull and covering his knot. Squeezing it caused him to shudder, his breath hitching.
“Please,” she begged him pathetically, trying to push back on it but blocked by his hand mimicking the grip of her cunt.
Draco smiled and created a ring with his fingers, thrusting through them; the knot catching more and more until it stuck behind his grip.
Draco came profusely when he finally gave in to the urge. The omega moaned throatily along with him, seemingly satisfied with his cum even after he withheld his knot.
He pulled out halfway through the lengthy orgasm to coat her arse and back, soaking up the sight of pearly ropes of ejaculate shooting onto her skin.
Catching his breath, the knot deflated when he massaged it, blood encouraged to ease back.
“You’re so mean,” Delphine pouted at him from over her shoulder and Draco sat back on his heels, surveying the witch with her flushed cheeks and dewy skin. He watched the cum ooze out of her swollen pussy.
“I can see that you hated it.” Draco smirked and shifted off the bed, feeling a sense of clarity that had been absent for two days. His rut was ending, finally.
A flick of his wand snapped the wrinkles from his suit and robes. Delphine sunk to her belly, looking exhausted on the bed as Draco dressed. He caught her gaze on him through the mirror while he arranged his hair into some semblance of order and raised a brow.
“You’re not awful.” She stated bluntly, causing Draco to huff a laugh.
“Thank you.”
“No, I mean, you have the history and you’re older and unmated. People gossip.”
“What do they say?”
“That you’re bad and no one will have you, mostly.” The redhead shrugged before folding her arms under her head. “That you never stopped being a death eater.”
Draco pulled at his left cuff, resisting the urge to touch the mark concealed by his clothes.
“Hmm. Half correct, I suppose.” He slid his robes on and made to leave.
“Wait! Will you scourgify my back?”
He cast the spell on his way out, vanishing the cum striping her back.
Draco hadn’t seen the third of the Golden Trio since his trial all those years ago. Not long after, Granger had traveled out of the country on some sort of lengthy career study.
They were in their 30s now. Draco did consulting work for the Ministry, which had him shuffled through every department. Granger… he didn’t know what work Granger did, but he could guess that it was altruistic at the very least.
He couldn’t help but examine her from across the table, noting what had changed, what hadn’t.
She dressed better (which was true of most people their age compared to their younger counterparts), and had learned to manage her curls. Held back in a chignon, it reminded him of the Yule Ball.
It was quite illuminating.
Without the bird’s nest distracting you, one could admire the long, slender line of her neck and the simple pearls she wore in her earlobes. She looked down at the parchment in front of her, taking notes when she deemed necessary.
Her ears stuck out a little. His mother would have encouraged her to wear styles that concealed it. Draco doubted it had ever occurred to Granger to concern herself with her ear size.
“Malfoy, are you listening?”
“No,” Draco drawled, looking over at Potter, who had been speaking to the table. He watched as the bespectacled chosen one clenched his jaw and Draco resisted a smirk.
“We’re sending you out with Hermione for reconnaissance work. We need your nose.”
Potter dismissed the meeting and Draco wondered why it took them over an hour when he got the information he needed in two sentences.
“Werewolves?” He waited until the room had vacated apart from Potter and Granger before addressing the man.
“There have been more incidents, more bites. We got a lead on a pack sprawling across the Mendip Hills. We worked with the muggle ministry and have the area closed, but we can’t keep it shut indefinitely. You would know all of this if you could focus for more than two minutes in a meeting.”
“I’m joining you for my work with demi-humans.” Granger spoke from close by suddenly, causing him to startle.
She was right next to him in a move he had been completely unaware of. Draco took a step back to look down at her, briefly surprised at how small the witch was. Her personality made her seem larger than life, but stranger was the fact that Granger smelled completely neutral. Blanker than even a beta. Suppressants then. Strong ones. Perhaps for the benefit of this reconnaissance mission.
“Are you quite finished with your examination, Malfoy?” she rolled her eyes and Draco’s lip lifted into a sneer. “How do I smell?” Granger smiled a small, infuriating little smile.
“Inconsequential and not worth my time.”
“Perfect.”
Granger’s attire today was more familiar. A jumper, jeans, and trainers. Her hair was down and fluffy. She carried a hideous beaded bag over her shoulder.
Overall, he felt much more at ease with this version of the muggleborn.
Draco found himself in similar attire. It was possible they would need to interact with muggles and he dressed accordingly, though the quality of his own garments exceeded that of Granger’s worn jumper. She still stared at him for some time when they met at the apparition point.
He could only imagine what was going through her head: I didn’t realize you owned normal clothes, you posh git.
But she said nothing, opting instead to look down at the map she held open.
“I scouted this area a week ago. I think this location would be best to start at.”
“Side-along then?”
She folded the map and put it in her beaded bag before silently offering a hand. He clasped her arm and with a sigh, she apparated them to a new location.
He was glad for the greatcoat he wore today. The mid-October wind across the hills took your breath away. They both immediately cast a warming charm on their persons.
“Smell anything?”
Draco glared at her before realizing she was joking. Granger smiled down into the open map again. She had highlighted a few routes they might take.
“It will mean hiking regardless, but there are varying levels of difficulties. All the paths I’ve marked lead to cave systems, which are a good starting point. The pack has to shelter somewhere, of course.”
Draco let her talk as he surveyed their surroundings. Very few trees or brush to hide behind, but there were innumerable cliffs, craggy rock outcroppings, unseen caves. He didn’t look forward to traversing the area and anticipated a long day ahead of them.
Potter said to look for werewolf signs and attempt to triangulate the pack location. Uncovering and relocating was a job for the Aurors and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
Draco was asked to assist because wolves were particularly stinky to alphas. There were a few werewolves working for the ministry that he struggled to work around without pinching his nose. They smelled like magnified wet dog. Awful.
“So I think that’s a good starting place.” Granger was tucking the map away again when Draco tuned back in.
“Lead the way.”
He walked behind Granger and thought about what she was doing here. She worked in the magical creature field, fine. But was she truly so desperate to research werewolves she’d join him in searching for them? They weren’t exactly rare, and this task wasn’t unique. Draco had hunted various creatures several times for the ministry, typically with some low-ranking auror.
They carefully set out with Draco lost in his thoughts. The blustery wind pushed many scents toward him. He could smell the wolves, but they weren’t fresh markings, and it was difficult to determine the source. Mostly it was Granger’s wall of nothing. Perhaps that was why she joined him. To not be distracting.
That idea was laughingly pushed aside when he ended up climbing behind her with her arse in his face. Muggle jeans were a godsend. He could admit to himself that Granger had an incredibly shapely lower half.
They took a break under an outcropping a few hours in. She pulled an entire bloody picnic basket out of her beaded bag and offered Draco a corned beef sandwich.
“I imagined we would have encountered something by now,” Granger broke their silence thoughtfully.
“I can smell them, but no fresh scents.”
She hummed, crumpling the paper she had wrapped the sandwich in and putting it back in the basket.
“Why are you here?” Draco finally couldn’t resist. Granger looked at him with a furrowed brow.
“What do you mean?”
“Fairly obvious question, I’d think. You haven’t been in England for years and you suddenly show up to join me, a nemesis from school years, to track down werewolves? I don’t buy it.”
Granger huffed a laugh and directed a wand to clean up their picnic mess.
“I told Harry you’d be suspicious. You’d think he’d know you better after so many years... You’re right Malfoy, I’m not here for those reasons. But it’s privileged information. Suffice to say, we need to find this pack - and quickly.”
The answer was annoying, but confirmed his hypothesis. She was inspecting the map again and finally sighed.
“We will have to descend into the gorge. We’ve been all over the area and you haven’t scented anything strong. In this wind that is shocking. They must be lower.”
They took a convenient, though steep, walkway made by muggles. It didn’t take long for Draco’s nose to wrinkle. The closer they got to the bottom of the gorge, the worse it was. Granger must have glanced back at him, because she started laughing at his grimace.
“It’s concentrated-” he cut himself off when he saw movement from the corner of his eye. Grabbing Granger by her jacket, he yanked her closer to him and motioned for silence.
Tucked into the cliff-side, they watched as a man in ragged clothes shifted along the bottom of the gorge. Heavily bearded and dirty, Draco could smell him from where he was. The werewolf was clearly cautious, even in as empty a place as this. They waited until he was out of sight before speaking in low voices.
“Great, so we can go home and report this to Potter,” Draco said.
“What? No, I want to follow him and get closer to the pack,” Granger responded.
“I’m not paid enough to do that.”
“You’re not paid at all.”
“Exactly.”
Granger went all stiff and angry. Her posture became ramrod straight and her chin tipped up.
“We didn’t finish the task assigned to us. We need to triangulate the pack location,” she said.
“I know you can’t smell anything, but the pack is close and I-”
“Expelliarmus!” a voice shouted from nearby.
Draco watched in horror as both their wands soared from their loose grips to the waiting hand of the man they’d been watching. The thief flashed a grin at them before turning to run.
Draco bolted after him, but the man was already far ahead and at the bottom of the gorge besides. Behind him, he heard Granger call out his name. The speed of a werewolf was more than he could keep up with - there was no way he could reach him on his feet alone. It forced Draco to slow to a stop. He growled, watching the man fully disappear into the rocky terrain.
“He was probably always aware of us and waited until we let our guard down…” Granger remarked from behind him, pointing out the obvious.
“You don’t say. Fuck!” Draco kicked at the cliff-side, winced, and pushed a breath from his nostrils.
“Are you done throwing your tantrum?”
“This is your fault.”
Granger blinked at him owlishly.
“I don’t see how. I am sorry we no longer have our wands. That puts us in quite a predicament, but I could hardly have predicted that they’d be captured in the minute we were bickering.”
Abrupt thunder spared Granger his biting response. He looked up, frowning at the dark clouds closing in.
“We should find shelter,” Draco said.
“We should head back,” Granger said at the same time.
They both stared at each other.
“I don’t fancy getting caught in a storm and it’s nearly a 5 hour hike to the nearest village.”
“We don’t know that we will be rained on, and what if we don’t find shelter? Then we are wet, tired, and walking in the dark.”
Anticipating a lengthy debate, Draco took a deep breath and pulled out a Galleon.
“We’ll flip for it.” He arranged the gold coin under his thumbnail and Granger gestured for him to continue, folding her arms. “Call it in the air.”
Granger called out ‘Heads’ following the ringing of the coin being flicked into the air. Draco caught it in his palm. It was tails.
They consulted the map for cave locations and settled on a destination about a mile off. Neither wanted to be near the werewolves after dark with no wands.
Granger slipped on some rocks as they hiked up from the gorge and had a nasty fall. She skinned a knee, her jeans ripping and spotting red with blood. She seemed surprised that he assisted her the rest of the way up - though it made the trek lengthier.
Almost at the cave, the downpour started. They were immediately soaked, and Draco moved faster before Granger suddenly stopped and screamed.
“IT’S GONE!” she yelled over the sound of the pounding rain.
When she made to go back, he grabbed her. He had no idea what was gone, but they couldn’t stop here and they certainly couldn’t go back the way they came in this weather.
“Are you crazy?! Come on!”
He half carried, half dragged Granger the rest of the way to shelter and they were finally there. The cave was barely a cave - a small area that went only a few yards deep. But it was a shelter. It was dry.
Draco watched Granger panic. Hyperventilating with a pale face and wide eyes, the witch’s hands rose and frantically patted her body. She whirled in a circle and searched the surrounding ground.
“It’s gone…” her voice fell flatly from her lips, barely a whisper.
“What?”
“My bag.”
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“Your bag? I feel like we have bigger concerns at the moment.”
“You don’t understand. The tent… the food.” Her voice cracked. “The suppressants.”
“Potter will send out a search party as soon as we are gone 24 hours, you know that.” The suppressants comment baffled him. “So you go a day or two without them, big deal.” Draco flapped a hand, taking off his greatcoat to wring out as much water as possible.
“I haven’t had a cycle in 11 years.”
That got his attention. His eyes shot to hers, finding her brow furrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line.
“If I don’t regularly take the medication, the remaining chemical suppressants will topple like a house of cards. In close proximity to an alpha for an extended period of time, my body will surely initiate a heat.”
His jaw clenched tight. An omega heat was nothing like an alpha’s rut. She’d drench the space around her in pheromones and draw every alpha from miles around. But Draco wasn’t concerned about the alphas. He was concerned about the werewolves, who were just as affected.
A werewolf with a pack mentality didn’t have the same sort of control a werewolf living in London might have. More beast, less wizard. Trapped as they were, they’d be defenseless. Draco could take down one, maybe two, but he was under no delusions that he could physically overpower a pack by himself.
The strongest of them would rape and claim her, and without the strength of a werewolf and without a wand, it wouldn’t be him.
As the implications of what she revealed occurred to him, he scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Fucking hell, Granger. How long do we have?”
She was prepared for that question.
“Timed from my last dose, seven to nine hours.”
In the rain and encroaching dark, the estimated 5 hour hike would take far longer. They risked her heat starting in the open air, which was... neither desirable nor defensible.
All they could do was wait.
Time passed largely in silence. Draco sat near the cave entrance and watched the rain fall outside. It was dark now, deep into night. Their clothes were still damp and they would be freezing if not for Granger’s wandless magic. She could conjure small blue flames, which took the chill from the air.
Unfortunately, her skill did not translate to apparition or patronus charms.
The heavy rain kept them in the cave, but it kept the werewolves away as well. They were as safe as they could be, for now.
The fear of potentially being hunted kept them awake - sleep was fitful. It wasn’t a full moon, but being wandless had you worried about any manner of things. Draco felt like he was missing a limb.
Hours later, Granger grew fidgety. Draco wished he didn’t know why. She rubbed her arms and nervously looked around her, avoiding his gaze as much as she stared. Draco draped his coat over her shoulders and she hugged it close around her form. A double effect, it would mask her scent and supply her with his, which should-
“Thank you. The alpha smell is calming.”
Instead of a snarky response, he opted to nod, putting distance between them again.
Both were unwilling to discuss what would have to happen if Potter didn’t get here in time or the rain didn’t stop. What might happen if rescue didn’t occur or if they couldn’t find her bag.
Draco stayed lost in his thoughts while Granger battled the encroaching onslaught of hormones. Eventually, he dozed off.
Whimpering woke him up.
“Malfoy, it’s so hot…”
A line of worry formed between her pinched brows. She rocked on the floor and he could feel his nostrils flare when she let the greatcoat fall from her shoulders.
Sweet Morgana… Draco was utterly unprepared for the scent of her. Heady - a dense fog of amortentia hitting him and taking him under like a tidal wave.
His body went through a rapid series of changes, aligning him with the omega in heat. Blood rushed to his cock with a speed that made him feel 17 again. Draco’s silence was damning. They both knew it.
“You smell…” she spoke first, her voice wavering over the two simple words before Draco hurriedly cut her off.
“Don’t think about it. Cover your nose.”
He stood and hastily moved, pressing a hand to the damp cave wall. Covering his own nose would hardly help him now. He was tense, every muscle in his body tight for quick movement. Logically, he knew what was happening. The process.
“My pheromones are triggering an adrenal rush,” Granger spoke suddenly, putting words to what he was feeling. “A testosterone spike enables you to fight off rivals for my egg. You’ll feel short-tempered and on edge.”
“Granger, this is hardly helping!” Draco snarled, his hand clawing uselessly into the stone wall before covering his face. He had no doubt of his control, but every passing second made it harder to resist the voice in his head telling him to give in, to claim her, how good it would feel to be buried inside of her. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t say no, but he wanted to say no less and less.
When he finally turned back to look at her minutes later, she seemed strangely calm. Sitting cross-legged on the cave floor, she still shifted, but her hands rested on her knees and she took a breath.
“The easiest solution would be to give in.” Her voice was impressively steady. “I’m on a contraceptive potion - there is nothing we need to concern ourselves with.”
Draco’s jaw dropped.
“Granger,” his voice came out low and shaky as he dragged a hand through his hair, “You can’t be serious.”
“I am quite serious, I assure you.”
He sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly.
“We…” a decade ago, he might have said they hated each other. But now he knew that wasn’t quite true. He didn’t really feel anything toward Granger beyond finding her mildly irritating, moderately attractive, and currently overwhelmed with lust for her cunt. “You don’t really want this.” Draco concluded.
“You don’t know what I want.” She said coldly. “I’m not opposed to casual sex. This is the same.”
Draco let out a puff of incredulous laughter.
“This is not casual. Sharing a heat is intense. And I’d be biting you. We’d have a bond. Do you really want that?”
Granger blanched, but nodded.
“I’d rather you than a werewolf.”
“High praise,” he drawled.
Draco fell awkwardly to sit on the ground, his arms resting on bent legs. He put his face in his hands and massaged under his eyes.
“How do you feel right now?” he asked after reorienting.
“I’m fine.” Granger hesitated over the words, and Draco looked at her in exasperation, which encouraged her to elaborate. She took a deep breath. “It feels hot in here, and I know it is not. My body feels hollow, somehow. I’m aroused, of course, but when I smell you or- or you speak, it- it feels uncomfortably wet.”
He didn’t have to ask what felt uncomfortably wet. If he left his mouth open, he’d be drooling - he’d been smelling it for ages.
Draco kept silent after hearing his voice influenced her, and probably would have been content to stay in this sexual purgatory until help arrived if not for a howl in the distance. Granger’s anxiety-filled face was the deciding factor. Alpha instinct or simply being a gentleman, he couldn’t stand the look on her face.
He hesitantly moved closer to her, noticing how her shoulders relaxed the nearer he became.
“I know we’re running out of options,” he said. Granger trembled next to him, clearly fighting some instinct. “But once we start, it is going to be impossible to stop. You’ll lose your reason.”
“I know,” she drawled. Draco felt somewhat reassured that Granger was still there and still irritated by him.
He took a moment to push his coat out on the ground so they weren’t on the cold stone before returning to her. Leaning in to kiss Granger was an experience he had never even imagined - he was thinking about how strange it was until his nose veered off track and planted itself to the spot just beneath her ear, over a gland, right where the scent was strongest. The impulse inwardly annoyed Draco even as he luxuriated in her smell. Granger would lose her reason and it seemed he was already losing the grip on his.
“What are you doing?” Granger’s voice was breathy near his ear and he groaned into her skin.
“I was going to kiss you, but you have no idea how good you smell.”
He felt her throat move as she swallowed.
“You don’t need to kiss me, I’m ready.”
“Fuck’s sake, Granger, I’m not going to mount you like an animal.” He grazed his teeth over the gland and his cock jumped at her moan.
“Fine,” she said weakly.
Instead of responding, he found her lips with his own. Draco swallowed her whimper as he pressed her back onto his greatcoat.
Granger reached under his shirt and groped his chest. Draco’s hands dove under her jumper, finding palpably hot skin, soft and smooth.
It didn’t take long before both lost their manners and started to nip and pull. Granger dragged her nails over his scalp and he pulled her hair, forcing her head back to bare her neck where his tongue dragged a long strip, causing her to cry out.
She grabbed at his shirt, and he kneeled over her to pull it off. Removing her damp jeans was a trial, but once they were gone…
Draco stared at her soaked knickers. A pale pink, they were practically see-through from the slick that also coated her inner thighs. Somehow, he knew this was an image that would be burned into his memories.
He dragged a hand through his hair before helping her out of the useless garment. Her pussy, pink and swollen, was revealed almost in slow motion. The soaked cotton of her knickers pulled gently at her labia and engorged clit and made her shift for more contact.
Fuck, he wanted to plant his face there, but now wasn’t the time.
Granger was flushed and looking at him through her lashes, biting her bottom lip.
“Like I said,” her voice shook through the words. “I’m ready.”
Draco was almost embarrassed by her open admiration when he stood to remove his trousers. There was so much want in her eyes he felt if their positions were flipped, she’d be having him already.
When he came back to her, he found she was staring at it with wide eyes.
Draco looked down at his length, confused by her reaction. His cock was almost purple, he was so painfully erect. He was perhaps slightly larger than average, but it was proportional to his height. It was certainly nothing to be nervous of, even for a beta. Oh.
It occurred to him all at once.
Granger had never had sex in heat before. Or at least, not with an alpha.
His knot was already present, swelling gently at the base of his cock. She thought it was too big for her now and it wasn’t anywhere near what it would look like at the end.
Part of Draco felt annoyed that she hadn’t told him. Her confused reaction to the scenting made sense now. The other, more animal part of him, grew very excited at being the first one to knot her.
“It’ll fit.” He knew his pause had been overly long by the skeptical look on her face, but she didn’t argue with him as he slotted himself between her legs.
Unable to tease any further than gathering slick over the head of his cock, her cunt grabbed and pulled him in and his breath fell from him in a gasp. The first thrust was heaven. From Granger’s drawn out “oh my god” as he sunk into her, she agreed.
In fact, she couldn’t stop saying it. The first slow thrusts were interspersed with oh god and guttural moans. Of the latter, he wasn’t quite sure which of them was making them.
They quickly snapped into a smooth rhythm, Granger’s hands scrambling over his chest and down his sides, looking for something to grip. She met him thrust for thrust, her legs bending and almost over his shoulders. He was helpless against staring at her face, her eyes closed into slits and her wet lips apart as she panted with him.
Perhaps it was their circumstances, the seclusion, the location, the sheer intensity. Whatever it was, it was rapidly becoming the best sex Draco had ever had.
She was bent in half, Draco holding himself over her with a hand at either side of her head, driving into her deep and steady. His hips began to stutter, his knot started to catch.
“Do you want it?” nothing eloquent, simple words pushed out in a panting voice.
“Fuck. I want it! Malfoy, please.”
He gave it to her. His knot squeezed past her opening just before it fully expanded. He saw stars, and Granger lost it.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her body arched up into his. He wrapped his arms around her back and held her as she experienced a shaking orgasm, even as he groaned through his own powerful climax.
For once, Draco let every instinct take over. He latched on to the flesh between neck and shoulder with his teeth. When he broke through the skin, she clawed at his back with a primal moan. Her cunt felt impossibly tight around him as his hips continued to move, shifting in tiny ways, sealing them together. It created wet squelching noises from her slick and his cum filling her up, and it felt incredible.
He tasted her blood and lapped at the wound while she trembled in his grasp and weakly held to him. Cradling her head, he carefully guided them down, still tied to her in quite a literal sense.
It had been so long since he had knotted with anyone; he had almost forgotten how good it felt, but he didn’t forget how inconvenient it was. Somewhat awkwardly he rolled them so she was on top, letting her lie on him.
Draco absently stroked her back and grunted through the smaller orgasms as his cock spasmed inside of her.
“Oh my god…” Granger spoke suddenly, softly into his collar, and he looked down at the mass of curls under his chin. Her heat wasn’t over, but they’d have a reprieve before she became eager again.
As they both caught their breath, he watched the entrance to the cave, seeing the first signs of light creep over the horizon.