Dragon's Nest

Chapter 1

Hermione POV

I take a deep breath before pushing open the door to the clinic and the hospital smell that hits me has me bracing for more disappointment already. Merlin, this was so embarrassing.

The fact that I hadn't found a pack that I felt comfortable enough to get through a heat with over the past two years was starting to get to me. I've been coming to this clean, sterile, and pristine clinic every three months just to be told that they haven't found any compatible matches for me.

Two years of my heats being suppressed medically and leaving this facility feeling even more empty than I could have thought possible.

Not that I don't think that the clinic is doing everything they can. Being the Golden Girl of the wizarding world and also a recipient of a late designation as Omega, they have worked with me in order to find a pack that fits my needs and also wasn't actively trying to murder me three years ago.

It's been stressful to say the least.

"Good afternoon Hermione! Have a seat, the doctor will be out to get you in just a moment" The receptionist, Allyson, has always been a bubbly addition to my visits here and today is no exception.

"Thanks Ally, how have you been?" I respond softly, taking a seat in one of the plush chairs placed around the edge of the waiting room.

"Great actually, I finally got into that new apartment that me and Rob have been looking at! We moved in a few weeks ago, things have been on the up and up lately" She says, with a huge smile taking over her face.

Between all of my visits and consultations here I quickly became friends with Allyson, learning all about her and her boyfriend Rob, both betas, and their life that they are slowly building together. According to her stories she's had a pretty tough life up until now and I mean it wholeheartedly when I respond, "Oh Allyson that's so fun! We'll need to plan a girls night and catch up soon. It's been too long"

"Most definitely" she responds as she turns back to her desk to answer the ringing phone.

I'm left waiting an agonizing two minutes until the doctor peeks her head out of the door and calls my name.

"Ms. Granger?" Dr. Sanchez calls out with a small smile on her face.

"Right here" I call out, nervously rubbing my palms on my jeans as I stand and walk towards the open door.

I'm not due for my next heat for another three weeks so getting the call from the clinic earlier today had me anxious and my hopes instantly soared thinking of what they could possibly need to tell me so urgently. Then the logical side of my brain had me scolding myself for getting worked up for something that could be as simple as an early office visit.

But a small part of me is still secretly hoping that this is good news.

Dr. Sanchez calls me back to her office and motions for me to sit in one of the chairs situated in front of her desk.

"So, to cut to the chase, because I can see your brain going a million miles an hour already, I have a new pack for you to look over."

I try not to deflate but the thought of spending my afternoon looking through files of different packs and smelling scent cards has a headache forming prematurely.

Dr. Sanchez must see my disappointment on my face because she's quick to interrupt my spiral.

"This is a new group, just stopped in this morning to fill out their own paperwork. Based on what they are needing and wanting in an omega you seem like the best match and I wanted to give you the option of looking it over before we make any more calls. Just take a look through the file and let me know what you think alright? I'll give you some privacy." Dr. Sanchez says, patting my shoulder as she leaves me alone in her office.