"You can't owe a debt, Prongs," Sirius said
Drolly. "You're dead." "Speak for yourself, Pads," James teased back. "Some of us actually value honor." "It's really nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Potter," Hermione finally gushed. "Hear that Lily?" James bumped his shoulder against his wife. "I'll never get tired of hearing people call you Mrs. Potter." "I should hope not," Lily jested. "Took you long enough to win me over." The portraits all guffawed in laughter, their easy-going teasing filling Hermione with a lightness she didn't know she needed. They might just be portraits, but if there was an afterlife, she knew they were all happy and peaceful together. "How can I help you, Hermione," Remus finally asked. Not worrying herself with privacy and secrecy this time around, Hermione found herself spilling all the details to Remus. The
they did have sex had involved a lot of kissing and petting, with Ron coming almost as soon as he entered her. Desperate to come herself, after their extended foreplay, she had used her fingers to stimulate herself to a climax-something Ron had taken as a personal insult at the time. Even though she had not cared, he had been too embarrassed about his performance to repeat it with her again. Her body wasn't used to the kind of abuse being heaped on it now. As the knot grew too wide to go in, the wolf gave one last vicious thrust of his hips and forced it inside Hermione, collapsing on top of her. His hips jerked while he continued to fill her womb to bursting, the knot ensuring every drop of his cum lay trapped inside her. Hermione wept in frustration, bucking her hips to create some friction, her body still flush and aching in need as she had not reached completion. The wolf snarled and placed its teeth on her neck. Hermione held still as he drenched her insides with cum, causing her to whimper with unfulfilled need. When the knot finally began to shrink, the wolf pulled out, leaving a trail of his semen behind it.
I was trying to understand where i was, but my eyelids were too heavy to lift. My hand rested upon my head. The throbbing was ever so present. It hurt to even think. The fatigue had finally set into my body, and even moving the slightest made me wince in pain. Where was I? I heard whispers in the dark. It sounded like two women were talking. I could barely make out what they were saying, and i didn't recognize their voices. "She isn't good... No, I don't think she can..." "... she has to get better first... conceive..." "... maybe there is a chance... pregnancy... i have a supplement that will help... it can carry..." Who were they talking about? It sounded like a poor girl with tons of issues. May the moon goddess bless her, i thought. I hoped she got better soon. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation. Deciding to give them their privacy, i thought back on everything that had happened. However, for a moment, my mind went completely blank. My head hurt again. I still
Death Eaters had dropped no clues of what was to happen to her. She had been prepared to be tortured for information or killed on the spot, yet to her great confusion, neither one of those things had taken place. As the Death Eaters wore masks at all times, none of the masks known to her, Hermione failed to identify any of her captors. Until now that is, for there was no mistaking the hulking form of Greyback as he stood deep in conversation with an unknown male in one corner of the room she had been forced to march into at wandpoint. "Is that her? She smells delicious." "They've fed the Mudblood a variant of the Fero -potent stuff, stronger than the usual, strong enough to make a witch's womb ready for our seed." "Don't know if there's any truth to that claim but I can tell we'll have our hands full tonight keeping the pack in check. The way she smells, every unmated wolf, and some mated ones too, are gonna claw out their own skin for a chance to knot with her." "That's the point. The Dark Lord wants us to use her to birth a new line of soldiers for his army-" Hermione's blood ran cold, recalling the potion shoved down her throat earlier that day. Her captors had distracted her by stripping off her clothes to inspect her body for defects before feeding her the potion. At the time, she had not
"Fuck," she breathed. He was so fucking big. His thumb began to circle her sensitive clit and she tilted her hips forward, allowing him to press further inside her. He pulled her closer until she could feel his hot breath as he whispered in her ear. "I'm going to breed your perfect little pussy, Granger, until you swell with my pups. I'll seed you every day until you're pregnant." A new warmth flooded Hermione's body as she realized she wanted that. She wanted that so fucking badly. More than she had ever wanted anything. She wanted to feel his cum flooding her, needed to be pregnant. "Make me pregnant, Alpha, make me yours." "You are mine," he growled. Draco wrapped his hands around her thighs, and Hermione squealed as he picked her up, bouncing her up and down on his cock as if she weighed nothing. He carried her across the room, pinning her against the wall with her legs wrapped around him, and thrust his cock deep into her. Hermione clung to him, her thoughts fogged
Her cries echoed throughout the cabin, and a burst of warmth flooded her insides. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved or disappointed she hadn't taken his knot this time. She tucked her head into his chest and exhaled into him, her brows furrowing at the warm trickle dripping from her neck onto his chest. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the thick smear of blood resting between her skin and her alpha's. "This is how an alpha claims their omega," Draco whispered, smiling down at her with a deep read smudge across his lips. He was still gripping her thighs with his cock holding his seed in her. He walked through a door, lowering her body onto the soft mattress and allowing his length to slide out of her, followed by a small gush of fluid. Holding himself over her, he pressed his lips against hers, smudging the drop of red blood against her lips. "A claiming bite," he breathed, "means you are mine."
"Awww..." Aurelian whined. "No bed!" "Hey, you don't tell your mother 'no'," Draco admonished gently. "Good men mind their mothers." Hermione looked at him with a soft smile, surprised by him once again. It was nice to have his support, but what was even more significant, was his use of the word 'men'. It was one thing to say 'good little boys', but he had said 'good men'. It spoke louder somehow. It included him when he said it. It felt more like a suggestion on how to live instead of just how to act. "Hopping Pot? Hopping Pot, Daddy?" he pleaded. Draco looked at Hermione, seeking her permission. She smiled, nodded, and summoned the book for them. "Okay," said Draco, "but when I finish this, you go to bed with no more fuss, right?"
