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Chapter 16- Epilogue
One Year Later
Draco
“You have got to be kidding me!” Draco walked in, prepared to dramatically slam the book atop the kitchen counter, before taking note of the two sleeping infants in Hermione’s arms and faux-dramatically lowering it to avoid waking them.
She raised an eyebrow at the textbook. It was one of the new ones she’d gotten for her next semester at Oxford. She’d read it three times already.
Introductory Organic Chemistry
“I have been studying Alchemy from Wizards who absolutely peaked in the 1300s, Hermione. The 1300s. Nicolas Flamel created the Philosopher’s Stone in—”
“1382.”
“Right.” His hair was disheveled and he was pacing. “So, all the information I’ve been inhaling from these floppy-sleeved frail-fingered old wizards is absolute bollocks compared to this, and you knew about it the whole time.” His accusatory glare caused Hermione to snort before she caught herself.
“He’s really quite nice, Draco. You shouldn’t talk about him like that.”
“It’s not about him. I’m sure he’s lovely.”
“And I thought you preferred a more. . . traditional? Style of alchemy practice. How would I know?”
“This book,” Draco pointed for dramatic effect, “Has a formula for allllllll the shit I’ve been trying to make.”
“Yes?”
“So I just open this—” Draco dramatically opened her book, “—And it tells me how many—” he glared down, “Protons?”
Hermione nodded.
“Are in the—” he checks the book again, “— Atomic nucleus?”
Another nod.
“Of gold. And then there are formulas for compounds?”
“Yes?”
“So if I just learn this muggle chemistry I can apply transfiguration to it and be the best alchemist to ever live?”
“I suppose so,” she hummed.
“And you didn’t think that would interest me?”
“I’d quite forgotten that wizards don’t learn basic science and had thought it to be obvious. Now calm down, you’ll wake the babies.”
He kissed her, an adorable air of giddiness about him, collected the book, and hurried into their room.
Hermione expertly juggled the two infants between her arms, bouncing her leg when one got fussy.
“Are you sure they’re okay with this?” she called.
Draco looked up from the half-packed suitcase sprawled on the bed: diapers, formula, ‘the twin’s favorite play mat’ according to Hermione- though he was unsure how they could have play mat preferences at only a few months old.
“Darling, I have never seen her more okay with anything. This upcoming week of babysitting is absolutely the highlight of her life.” He wished he was being sarcastic, but his mother had taken to popping in their fireplace at random to declare she ‘needed the babies now.’
“—Severus doesn't even seem to hate the idea,” he added. “And he hates everything except her.”
“I still think it’s kind of uncomfortable,” Hermione gnawed on her lip, standing in the doorway as she bounced absently.
“What is?”
“The whole, ‘Hello, yes, would you mind watching our infants for a week while your son absolutely rails me?’ thing.”
He snorted, his grin widening as he folded another pair of tiny socks together and placed them in the suitcase. “She’s an Alpha, darling, it’s part of our world. If you said it like that, she might make a face, but asking her to watch the kids during your heat is totally normal.”
“I know that in theory but in practice I just need some. . . well, practice.”
“I’ll give you some practice,” he said, adding a shameless wink.
Hermione cast him a warning look, but he could tell there was a smile hiding behind the curve of her lips. “I've just never been away from them before.”
He walked over to her, kissing the top of her head. “They'll be fine. We’re sending Winky with them and you know she won’t tolerate any changes to their schedule.”
It was true. He’d once tried to put the twins to bed at 7:00 instead of 7:15 and the elf had just about rioted.
A pop sounded at the mention of her name and Draco sighed.
“Late! If you don’t hurry we’s going to be late. And being late sets back dinner time. And late dinners sets back bathtime. And late baths sets back bedtime— and babies need their sleeps! Yes they do!”
Hermione shushed the elf quietly, “Winky, they’re sleeping.”
The elf clapped her hand to her mouth, eyes widening, then climbed up on the bed to gain a better vantage point to adore the pair.
Scorpius was fast asleep, his white blonde hair sitting atop his head in tight curly tendrils. Scylla fidgeted, nearly identical but with chocolate brown eyes instead of silver, opening her eyes and staring at the elf who now jumped up and down excitedly on the bed.
“Oh!” Hermione exclaimed. “I’ve been approved to teach the Secondary Gender and Sex Education intensive at Hogwarts! It’s scheduled in between my classes next week!”
“Next week? Are you sure you don’t want a break?”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need a break.”
“You’re going to need a break after I’m through with you,” he said, hoping he sounded husky and alluring.
She smiled. “I think I’ll be fine.”
He huffed.
“You’re already- whatsitcalled- double majoring? In the um. . . major medicines?” Admittedly he had no idea how muggle university worked, or what bachelors had to do with medical science, or why you she needed to go to a school to study medicine before she applied to school to study medicine. It was all very confusing.
Her notes looked like a list of spells, but she insisted they were all different types of bacteria. He used these as keywords to ask questions just so he could watch her eyes light up and her voice raise an octave as she excitedly explained the concepts but he never seemed to end a conversation with any more clarity than he’d started with.
“Just give me the babies! Winky will take them now!” He blinked at the elf, wondering if he had used ‘double-majoring’ in the correct context.
“We’re coming with you Winky,” his omega said in an exasperated tone.
Hermione’s arguments on the ethics of keeping house-elves came to a stop when Hermione sat Winky down and told her she was going to free her. This, of course, sent the elf into inconsolable hysterics triggering a three-day firewhiskey binge that ended in Winky bursting into their room at 3 am and begging not to be fired. Hermione finally conceded and ordered the elf to pour the firewhiskey down the drain and go to sleep.
Winky was so thrilled to receive an order, that she also destroyed Draco’s highly anticipated bottle of aged Dragon Barrel Brandy. He couldn’t even be mad. (He had been a little mad.)
Zipping up the twins' supply bag, Draco wrapped an arm around Hermione, who nodded, and they all apparated to Malfoy Manor.
The scent reached Draco’s nostrils as he was pouring his nighttime cup of tea, and it was enough to trigger his rut nearly instantly.
Fuck, he’d missed her scent.
A hint of it always lingered, but during her heat it was something entirely different. It was like taking a bite out of a crisp apple: fresh and sweet, and then feeling an overwhelming urge to devour the entire thing in an uncontrollable frenzy.
Something pulled at their bond, like a tug, a beckoning, and Draco answered.
Where is she? Find her. Fill her. Breed her.
The mug crashed and shattered across the kitchen floor, splaying scorching hot liquid across his feet and leaving ceramic shards scattered throughout the room. It didn't matter.
His eyes narrowed as if he were searching out his prey
He knew that she'd taken her anti-fertility potion. She wasn't ready for another child so soon after the twins, and frankly neither was Draco. Still, the need overtook him, and it didn't change a fucking thing about what he was about to do to her.
Throwing the door to their room open, he felt his cock pushing against his boxers as he took in his omega’s writhing body, already surrounded by a fort of pillows and blankets. Displaying herself in the center of the bed like a gift. Her pupils dilated as she spread her legs, smiling deviously.
An involuntary growl escaped from his throat.
Wait. Make her wait for just a moment. Watch how desperate she becomes.
It was her first heat since he'd discovered her scent in that garden. Her first heat since he realized he was unmistakably, incessantly in love with her.
“Alpha, please.”
Need rose in his chest and his cock as he descended upon his prey.
“Grab onto the headboard and keep your hands there,” he ordered.
“Yes.”
“You’re going to be my perfect, obedient omega through your whole heat,” he growled, waving her thighs apart with a hungry intention that made her shiver.
She nodded eagerly, and he felt her warm approval along with an overwhelming wave of arousal flow from her body to his through their bond. His fingers grazed the scent glands on her inner thigh, raised and sensitive for the first time in over a year.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice was deeper, more gravely than usual, with thick arousal seeping into his words.
“I want you,” she squealed as his tongue dragged over her scent gland. “—Alpha,” she finished.
“Want me to what?”
“Want you to take care of me.”
The feeling in his chest was one of pure elation. His omega, in heat, ready and waiting for him to take care of her, already nesting at the very beginning of her heat cycle. Safe. His.
“Tell me you choose me.”
His mouth worked its way over her glimmering sex, coated in slick, and he inhaled her sweet scent.
“I choose you, Alpha. Take care of me, please. I love you.”
“I love you,” he repeated, and her body shook as his hot breath grazed her needy clit. “You’re my omega. Forever.”
Draco felt the bond vibrate, the happy little buzz she sent in moments like this, and he only wanted her more.
“You need me to take care of you now?”
“Yes, Alpha, please.”
It was becoming too difficult to hold back. Climbing on top of her, he felt her legs wrap around him, holding him there as she bucked her hips to meet him. He rubbed his mouth and tongue over the swollen glands on her neck, holding her in place with his body.
Draco calmed himself enough to whisper in her ear. “I want you desperate, on the edge the first time. You won’t be allowed to cum without my permission. Understand?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Good. You look so fucking beautiful when you’re pregnant. I don’t want you to cum until I’m filling you. Breeding you.”
Pulling his boxers down just enough to free his cock, he slid it against her clit, coating himself in her slick.
It was difficult not to think about this all year, as he watched her belly grow and swell. There was something about that dazed look on her face when he knew she was only thinking about being filled with his cock for days at a time.
It was different. It was primal. And it was fuelled by an even deeper desire this time around.
“I love you,” he whispered again, this time silently across the bond, and she tightened her grip on his shoulders, whimpering.
He thrust into her.
Hermione
Safe.
It felt safe to give into him, like she was protected, like there was nothing she had to worry about when she was with him.
Her skin felt like it was on fire as her body trembled beneath him, his thrusts filling her with pleasure yet agonizingly slow. A whimper escaped her lips.
“More,” she pleaded.
“Wait, my darling.”
She should trust him, did trust him, but the hormones made her so impatient. Only the tip was inside her, slowly stretching as she made an effort not to contract her muscles around it. It was impossible to focus on anything besides needing more.
He was so much bigger when he was in a rut, thicker and longer, not even counting his knot.
Oh. His knot.
In an effort to draw him deeper inside of her, she licked her lips and tipped her hips toward him. He clicked his tongue and retreated, slowly, as he moved his thumb to circle her throbbing clit.
“What did I say, omega?”
“To wait, Alpha.”
She could send her wave of impatience down the bond if she wanted to, make him feel the same unrelenting need she did— but she had a feeling he already felt it. His self-control was just stronger than hers.
“Very good. I think you need to be brought to the edge first.”
She moaned as his thumb circled her, and the tip of his cock prodded into her ever-so-slightly.
“But. . . but. . .”
“But, what?” he asked teasingly.
“I need it. . .”
“You need what?”
There was still a shyness around him, somehow, she’d never become completely comfortable with dirty talk. No matter how much she wanted it, she couldn’t say the words without them coming out an awkward mess. But during her heat, she felt her needs just slip out, raw and uninhibited, and she was able to watch what each of her pleas did to him.
Reaching out for the bond, she felt him. Need overcoming him, but controlled. The desire was there and mounting. He wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer.
Good.
She whispered through the bond, cheeks warming with each word.
“I need you to knot me, and breed me, fill me,” she bucked her hips forward desperately. Her eyes were glazed over, needy, absent of anything besides the intense arousal controlling her. “Please, Alpha.”
She watched him, carefully, as if he would come unhinged at any moment. His eyes darkening and narrowing each time her back arched slightly or she let out a soft gasp.
Then he let go, thrusting his length into her and allowing it to stretch her as she cried out, begging for more. Her nails dug into his shoulders with each bliss-filled thrust, his scent becoming more powerful, as if it would envelop her.
“I need to look at you,” he whispered, pushing himself up and grabbing onto her thighs, holding her legs parallel to his head as he pushed even further into her. He looked like a predator. Hungry, taking everything he wanted, taking what was his.
“Are you ready to cum for me?”
Hermione felt her pleasure build like a wave approaching the shore, ready to crest at any moment.
“I’m ready,” she gasped.
“Wait for me,” he growled.
“Please, please Alpha!”
“Fuck,” he breathed, “be a good little omega and wait until I’m filling you.”
She nodded, but as his thumb began to circle her clit she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to.
“Yes, Alpha! Please. . .” she finished the thought across the bond, “Please fill me, Alpha.”
He growled, his silver eyes burning into hers.
“My. Perfect. Fucking. Omega.”
The bond vibrated as he sent the words, reverberating his pleasure through her.
“Cum.”
He wrapped a hand around her throat, caressing her raised scent glands.
The thick liquid filled her as his knot expanded, and her cry echoed. The sensation of his cock stretching her and his fingers pressing against one of her most sensitive areas was enough to make her eyes roll back as her muscles clenched over and over.
“What a good girl.”
This heat was less of a blur, maybe because she was used to it. Maybe because she was safe and there wasn’t anything she wanted to forget. It was easy to cherish every moment, not just select memories, without the fear that it would be ripped away from her at any moment.
She could finally relax, give in, forget about all of her responsibilities and focus on her pleasure— something she realized up until this point she’d never done.
Hermione knew now what it meant to have true support. To have her Alpha, Winky, Narcissa, and Severus making sure nothing could go wrong. To have the unending love of the twins, the respect of her professors and peers, and the security of a world that was no longer trying to make those of her blood, her background, less-than.
The scent of fresh-cut grass filled her nostrils, and he wrapped his arms around her. Her eyes closed, savoring the moment only to shoot open again when she heard a crash at the window.
Bright orange paws clambered at the glass, and a scrunched, displeased face peered in impatiently.
“Tell the demon we’re busy,” Draco groaned, pulling her body against his as he buried his face in her hair.
“Crookshanks needs to know he can come inside at any time, don’t you remember he was—”
“—Lost, wandering, confused and terrified. Searching for you for a month amongst the rubble at Hogwarts. Of course.”
Their bond told her he thought it was more likely he’d been lazing by the lake, sunbathing and chasing bugs, but she didn’t argue. She just stood up and slid the window open, giving Crookshanks several head scratches before she returned to tumble on top of her Draco, pinning him to the bed.
“I’m not done yet, Alpha,” she reminded him, smiling.
He grabbed her by the neck, spinning her toward the bed and landing on top of her.
“You better not be, omega.”
