Hermione
The fire crackled as Hermione lay in bed with her Alpha, resting her head on his shoulder and matching her breath with his as a warm feeling filled her, the adrenaline of Snape's attempted break-in finally subsiding in them both.
"Have you two imbeciles finished your little hormone-fueled getaway?" A voice drawled.
The hairs on the back of Hermione's neck stood on end and she nearly jumped across the room, settling on grabbing her wand and angling it toward the sound instead.
Embers raised in the form of a hooked nose, the distinct shape of Severus Snape's face poking out of the fire.
"What the—" Draco startled, shooting a curse at the fireplace.
"You're well aware that's of no use, Malfoy," Snape drawled. "And I'm not the enemy here."
"You could have fooled me," Hermione shot, wand arm still angled threateningly.
"Draco!" A new outline of Narcissa's face shoved Snape to the side as his embers shifted to make room. "I'm so relieved to see you! You're okay? Did they hurt you?"
Concern radiated from her voice.
"Mother? What are you doing?"
"We're getting you out of this mess," she said, as if the answer were obvious.
"You and Snape?" Unease settled in her stomach as Hermione sat up, tugging the comforter up to cover herself.
"I'm not speaking to you," Narcissa snapped, the redness of her cheeks deepening before they cracked and smoldered.
"If you're speaking to me you are speaking to my omega, Mother," Draco corrected, and Hermione's lip tugged up in a satisfied smile.
My Alpha.
"You have made a choice, Son, and though I don't agree with it you are lucky I agree with what has happened here significantly less."
Just wait until she finds out what happened in the bloody cabin, Hermione thought.
"Now you've forced me to take drastic measures." Narcissa's mouth straightened into a thin line, and Hermione felt a chill run down her spine.
". . .What do you mean by drastic measures?" Draco asked carefully.
"Well, firstly, I'll have to kill your Father, of course. I'd hoped I'd have him managing my affairs for a few more years, but that's now impossible."
Shock washed over Hermione. Narcissa seemed. . . only slightly put out by the idea of murdering her husband. "Excuse me, you'll have to what?" She gaped.
"Kill Lucius. Does that upset you? I'd thought you'd be rather relieved." Narcissa's voice was condescending but she seemed to be speaking the truth.
"I already plan on killing him, we have everything under control here, Mother."
"We most certainly do not have everything under control," Hermione interjected, then wished she hadn't.
Narcissa seemed amused, something Hermione had never witnessed before, and she noticed that the expression the older woman wore in public (nose crinkled disapprovingly as if she were constantly smelling something repulsive) was nowhere to be found.
"Secondly, we'll have to expedite the Dark Lord's fall which disrupts all of Severus and my previous plans. Incredibly inconvenient."
"Expedite?" Draco asked.
"We have been planning a transition of sorts for a long time," Narcissa explained, "If the Dark Lord were to prevail over the Order, Severus and I had our own course of action, which was to be executed during the party at the Manor." Her face grew sour.
"With the events of the night, things went. . . differently than expected," Snape added, drawing out the last three words in his usual dissatisfied tone. "The Dark Lord was supposed to be in attendance. Instead, he went into hiding."
"What were you planning to do?" Hermione asked, not sure if she could believe her ears. "Kill Voldemort?"
Snape responded. "Kill him. Overturn his rule. You, Potter, and Weasley destroyed nearly all of the Dark Lord's Horcruxes. Unfortunately, Potter was unable to finish the job, but he is vulnerable."
Draco's eyes darted between Snape and his mother for several moments. "You were a spy for the Order," he finally said. "There was someone leaking information toward the end, my Father thought it was Severus but there was information he couldn't have known that the Order was planning for during the war."
His Mother nodded. "I hear everything that happens in this house, and being the quiet wife of a blundering idiot death eater who's happy to blindly torture and kill for his Master proved. . . advantageous. Alphas and omegas could tell, of course, could scent me. But the longer I kept the facade up, the longer they thought that they were mistaken, or that there was something wrong with me— I couldn't be a true alpha. Did you know most wizards are pitifully stupid?"
Hermione had to agree. It's something Harry had taught her when he was alive: if you project the right amount of confidence, you won't be questioned. You could do almost anything then: become a fly on the wall, sneak into places you shouldn't be and blend in, steal from Gringotts. . .
"Why has the Dark Lord gone into hiding?" Draco questioned, looking as if he were seeing his Mother and Snape for the first time.
"I believe he suspects that there is still a certain amount of unrest," Snape answered.
"How do I know this isn't a trap to capture us and bring us back to the manor?" Hermione challenged. "We just saw Snape poking around with your Husband trying to break our wards."
"If I had wanted to gain entry to your wards I would have shattered through them in an instant," Snape said coolly.
Hermione searched his face for any telltale signs of dishonesty but found none. Then again, with his history, would she be able to tell?
The sound of a slamming door rang out from the fireplace, and Snape and Narcissa turned to look at something not revealed by the fireplace. Narcissa's voice grew lower and suddenly more hurried. "Stay where you are and try not to get yourself killed. Severus will be delivering your orders, you will follow them closely if you want to live."
"We will be taking no orders," Draco said, his hand clenching around Hermione's.
"Don't be stupid," she whispered. Then, the ember likeness of Narcissa took a deep breath and sighed, causing a few stray cinders to blow toward the edge of the fireplace. "I was like you when I scented my first omega," she said, her eyes surveying both of them with something Hermione thought might be pity. "Stupid. Careless. Brave. It won't do you any good rushing into things without a strategy and expecting your passion to trample your enemies. I hope you've learned that."
Hermione wished she hadn't made so much sense. "Why should we trust you?" she demanded, her voice sounding more confident than she was, admittedly.
"What choice do you have?" Narcissa asked.
She wanted to say she had options. So many fucking options. So many that we don't need you at all, thank you very much. But it was a lie. Hermione bit her lip.
"Smart girl," Narcissa cooed, then the embers began to swirl and flourish until the faces were gone.
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The Mudblood & Her Alpha [Dark Dramione Omegaverse]
FanfictionThe resistance is dead. Hermione Granger doesn't know she's an omega, and doesn't know why she of all people was chosen to live while she watched nearly the entire Order die at the battle of Hogwarts. All she knows is she is starving and weak, her m...