Hermione apparated them both to a precise location behind a hedge in her front yard, with Malfoy stumbling forward beside her. "Still not used to that," he mumbled, looking around.
She laughed. "It's so rare that I get to see you so disheveled," she said affectionately, smoothing his hair back from his face as she took in his ruffled appearance. He smiled and caught her hand, turning his head to kiss her palm. "Enjoy it," he said with a smirk. "It's rare that I abandon my signature refinement." Hermione rolled her eyes. "I know this." She moved to step forward but he pulled her back desperately. "Wait," he said, his tone pleading as he pulled her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist. She reached up and set her arms lightly on his shoulders, looking at him with amusement. "Feeling needy, Malfoy?"
"What Gr- I mean, what Hermione has done for me, it's more than I could have ever asked," Malfoy assured him. There was a barely perceptible tremor to his voice that served to indicate sincerity without betraying a single trace of hesitation. "She's far too good for me, sir, but I promise" - he paused, putting weight on the word and leaning conspiratorially towards her father - "I will always take care of her. She'll want for nothing, so long as she lets me stay around." "She is everything to me," Malfoy added quietly after a moment, sitting back in his chair with the air of someone who'd betrayed the last of his secrets. Hermione, dumbfounded, watched her father nod slowly as the two men reached an unspoken agreement, the muggle and the pureblood finding unexpected common ground for the first time. It could be the last time, she thought, her heart full and waiting to be emptied.
Monica and Wendell Wilkins. He supposed they could still be dentists; even by muggle standards, it seemed a commonplace occupation. Monica and Wendell Wilkins, who want to go to Australia. He swallowed uncomfortably. Monica and Wendell Wilkins, who have no children.
"I'll take care of your daughter," Draco whispered, though neither David nor Helen heard him, occupied as they were with the dishes. He raised Dumbledore's wand. Obliviate. XXX Theo followed Narcissa down a long hallway he'd been intimately familiar with for nearly all of his life. It was the hallway leading to Draco's room though it was really more like
Her breaths deepened as he teased her with it, rubbing his head against her shamefully wet entrance. Yes, the voice in her head begged, please Alpha. Where the fuck had that come from? Alpha? My Alpha. He grabbed the back of her head, staring through her with those piercing silver eyes. "I'm going to knot you," he whispered, pushing the head of his cock into her, barely enough to stretch her, tease her. "Then I'm going to fill you with my seed over and over until you swell with our pups." Hermione let out an unmistakable moan as he pushed his cock another inch into her. He was so big, but somehow the sensation wasn't painful. It was.. intoxicating, and she wanted more. "I'm going to unfreeze you now. I want to see your face when I knot you for the first time." He grabbed his wand from the side of the bed and pointed it at Hermione "Finite
Then he was swelling inside of her. Hermione's fingers gripped his shoulders and her overgrown nails dug into his skin as she cried out. His lips crashed into hers, transforming her cries into muffled moans and allowing the deep groans escaping his lips to vibrate through her body. Draco flicked her sensitive clit with light, deliberate strokes as his knot stretched her wider, and Hermione shattered. Absently threading her fingers through his hair as her core pulsed and fluttered around him. "Yes— Alpha, yes—" she gasped, pulling away from the comfort of his kiss slightly and allowing the feeling of ecstasy to wash over her. An inferno of pleasure connected them as his hot breath warmed her scent gland, his primal growl echoing through her as she felt his warm cum flooding her. "Mine," he growled, holding his dripping cock against her cervix. "Only mine."
helpless, sex-crazed Granger sobbing naked on his bed. But she was expected to be a sexual plaything for a group of dark wizards in a mere matter of hours. He had to stop it. She was his. She's entirely gone, mentally. She doesn't have the slightest clue what an omega is, she's drenched in my scent, and we're in the dead middle of the dark lord's bloody victory celebration. And on top of all that she's nesting. "Winky—" Draco called, and the eager little elf appeared in front of him. "Yes Sir?" Winky answered, glancing around the room, her eyes widening when she saw Hermione. "Winky, bring me a medical textbook on omegas. Quickly," Draco snapped. "Yes, Sir!" the elf chirped, disappearing with a snap and reappearing mere moments later, holding a large leather-bound book which Draco snatched into his hands.
