The Mudblood & Her Alpha [Dark Dramione Omegaverse]

Mine

Draco

"Come back to bed," Hermione pressed, as Draco glared through the curtains where the sun was rising and the muggle neighborhood was coming to life.

"How long has that little mousy woman been out there?" He swore she looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

She could be a plant. His Father could already know they were there and be waiting for the perfect time to strike. Her clothing looked... muggle enough? Some sort of long denim contraption where the pants hooked over her shoulders. But he didn't trust it.

"Your Father stationed her there when Lestrange got tired of yelling at the house," Hermione yawned.

"What?!"

"It was expected," she groaned. "They showed up in the middle of the night, tried to intimidate the house into submission, and when that didn't work they left in a huff."

"I don't see how you're not concerned about that." Draco stared at her. The Granger he knew would have a conniption at the thought.

Hermione shrugged.

"Miss 'top of her class, 'if I don't get 'Outstanding' on every assignment I'll pull my hair out', Granger' is laying here shrugging at an attempted death eater break-in at our safe house?"

"If anything, it was beneficial for them to test our security measures, make sure they hold up. They do, so that's that. Come to bed."

"I don't even know who you are anymore," he sighed, and it was true. But that might be. . . a good thing?

Hermione re-arranged and fluffed the pillows to her liking before wiggling into the most comfy spot as she called it.

At least she finally had the opportunity to nest, even if it was already day two of her heat. He remembered reading that omegas needed somewhere safe to rest due to the mental and physical exhaustion caused by their heat.

"Come to bed, before I come get you and drag you here."

"I'm busy," he replied, turning back to stare at the witch standing awkwardly on the street.

"Doing what? Ruminating?"

"Seething," he corrected. "It's a past-time of mine."

"Well it's not very productive," she noted. "Come here. Alpha."

Fuck. He liked when she called him that.

He growled, holding back the urge to pounce on her. He glanced out the window again. "They really couldn't get in?"

"The house didn't even reveal itself. And Bellatrix is a part of the Black family, so if anyone has the upper hand it would be her. As long as we're here, we're safe."

"We can't stay here forever."

"I know."

But they could wait out her heat here. A safe place where he could finally protect his omega.

Though, he was hesitant to admit, it was her who had done all of the protecting. All he'd done was re-enforce the wards. But the entire genius of this hideout was her doing.

Did he just call Granger a genius?

They weren't in school anymore, he didn't have to stuff away his opinions of her out of jealousy or the fact that she was muggle-born, and he was a Malfoy.

"I always knew you were a genius," he said.

"That's. . . an oddly nice thing to say."

"You're right. I should save the niceties for when I'm fucking you. It's too weird otherwise."