All You Want

1) In Which It All Stops Making Sense

For the record, if you're coming to this fic from Manacled, this is NOT the same experience. This is incredibly indulgent A/B/O trope soup that I wrote back when a/b/o did not exist in Dramione. The first four chapters in particular are very weird and written to explain the major beats of the a/b/o kink to people who hadn't read it before, after that point there is more of an evolution of a plot, characters, and smut, but the first four chapters in particular are very weird.

I also wrote this story at the exact same time as I was writing Manacled, so All You Want was my mental/creative break from dark and serious. Please bear this in mind and set your expectations accordingly.

The dynamics and worldbuilding of the Omegaverse are explained within the story, no prior knowledge is presumed or necessary.

Beta work by Jamethiel; my consistent use of the past tense is all thanks to her.

Cover by NadiaPolyakova89
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Eighth year at Hogwarts was going to be Hermione's.

She had given six years of academics to Harry and Ron, and now she was going to have a year that was all her own. Voldemort was dead; most of the Death Eaters were imprisoned; and Harry and Ron were training to become aurors. Hermione was going back to school where she could finally give herself entirely to her education in the manner she had always aspired to.

A whole year she could devote herself to extracurriculars simply because she wanted to; and not due to a pressing need to save Harry or the wizarding world.

She could tell, based on some of the looks she was getting, that people were feeling sorry for her. They thought she was going to school as a way of running away or hiding; imagining that there was some sort of schism between herself and her best friends. All the news rags were screaming it, proclaiming that the "Golden Trio" had fallen out and weren't speaking. The leading theory was that she and Ron had broken up, and Harry had sided against her.

Rubbish.

Hermione and Ron had hardly been together. They had discussed it and considered it. In the aftermath of the war, Hermione—and Ron—felt that they needed space to find themselves as individuals before trying to build themselves into a couple. Hermione had decided they ought to wait for a year and revisit the matter. Hermione would have completed her NEWTS by then and chosen her mastery and Ron would have wrapped up the most intensive part of auror training.

They would both have a better idea of what they wanted.

The fact that most of the wizarding world expected them to have gotten engaged at seventeen was just absurd in Hermione's opinion. Despite the surprisingly good gender equality, Wizarding society was bizarrely antiquated in some ways. Because she was attending school rather than immediately getting married, the tabloids were convinced it must be because the Golden Trio had been shattered by something utterly salacious.

The mere thought made Hermione scoff inwardly and toss her head.

She had spent months living in a tent with her best friends. They had saved the world together. She was not going to become permanently attached at their hips in order to reassure an overly inquisitive public.

She was not interested in becoming an auror. She had fought her battles and she had no desire to have camping or dueling be a part of any future careers.