The Mudblood & Her Alpha [Dark Dramione Omegaverse]

Intruders

Draco

His omega's heat passed in a surreal, sweaty, bliss. With him filling her with his knot and seed over and over, and her beginning to beg for it nearly as soon as he had finished. He'd never grow tired of hearing his omega beg for his cock.

Every once in a while he would stop to feed or water her. Hermione insisted on not using Winky for anything they could accomplish themselves, but since she was the only way they could procure food at the moment, without, you know, risking death, he decided it wouldn't be barbaric to have her prepare the meals as well.

Since she was staying in her new nest through the rest of her heat, she now believed that Draco made a flawless eggs benedict and homemade chicken dumpling soup. He would probably tell her eventually.

By the end of the fourth day Draco could tell the effects of heat were beginning to wear off. The intervals between him filling her with his cum and her begging for it again began to lengthen, and so did the amount of time she was able to focus on anything besides his cock.

Granger sprawled out on the bed in nothing but a silky bathrobe. Stacks of books and pillows surrounded her as she rested on her stomach and forearms, legs swishing absently in the air. She was looking more like herself, he noted, her cheeks filling out and her hair fully grown into its usual bushy mane.

"It's called slick," she announced, and Draco raised an eyebrow. "The excess amount of lubricant I produce during a heat," she added.

"Yes. . ." he affirmed.

"Well how was I supposed to know that?" she demanded. "Don't 'Yes' me, I didn't even know what a bloody omega was, let alone that I am one, and why I make little puddles with my. . ." Her cheeks turned pink as she stopped herself.

Draco suppressed a laugh. "I just thought you knew everything."

She narrowed her eyes before returning to the text. "The term was coined by Beatrix Bloxom in 1852 with the release of her now banned children's book Slick Soup," she recited.

He could feel his face scrunching in disgust. "I can see why it was banned."

"Repulsive," she agreed.

He stared at her. Perfect. Legs swishing in the air. Rambling about random omega history facts that would be burned in his memory forever.

There was a part of him that was terrified. Terrified that when the hormones wore off and his pheromones stopped working their magic on his omega, she would be disgusted with him. With the thought that she had willingly let him spend days doing nothing but explore her body, at the realization that she had taken his seed inside her.

It was coming, any day now. She seemed to be accepting of the situation now, but the hormones were still influencing her. He could tell by the way her eyes glazed over when she looked at him too long. They were always in control during a heat, even if she could function normally in other ways for periods of time. He estimated it would be less than twenty minutes this time before she was begging for his cock.

"What's wrong?" Granger asked, cocking her head and staring through him as if she could see all the way to his core. It unnerved him.

"I just love tasting you when you're wet for me, but I'm afraid it's all ruined now that I'll be thinking about that bloody soup book," he lied. That first part was true.

Mentioning tasting her seemed to do the trick. His heart skipped as her eyes dilated and drank him in. "Is that so?"

He nodded.

"Maybe I should taste you instead," she suggested, closing her book and raising her fingers to the spot below her collarbones where the two sides of the robe convened, tugging on them slightly and letting it fall open just enough to draw his eyes there.

He growled, taking a step toward her and joining his omega on the bed, reaching into her robe to run his fingers over her hard nipples. The way she looked at him made him throb, and part of him wished he could keep her in this aroused, needy state forever. As if there was nothing behind those pretty honey brown eyes besides need Alpha's cock. Fuck a baby into me.

What would she be to him when the hormones dissipated? Now it seemed so obvious, so natural, but. . .

Two cracks sounded outside and Draco stood, head snapping toward the window.

His omega stiffened. "Who is it?"

"My father and Snape," Draco answered, mourning the lost opportunity to ravage his omega again.

The little witch who was now an expected fixture on the quiet muggle street was talking to the two wizards who paid no mind to the idea of blending in. Both wore long black robes, and while his father looked like he had been seething for days, Snape seemed exceedingly bored by the entire situation. He nodded in response to whatever the witch was filling them in on before slowly approaching the house and raising his wand.

Granger swore. "If anyone can break through the wards it's him. I did my best to remove his access but I'm not sure. . ."

Draco held his breath.