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Perhaps the world was out to get him. He supposed he deserved that after everything he’d done.
Hurled back into Hogwarts for a pathetic attempt at a last year of schooling. It was stupid really.
What was even more nonsensical was how he ended up partnered in Potions with Hermione Granger of all people, and how she forced him down into the dungeons right before dinner to finish their project.
It was ridiculous really, considering the project wasn’t due until next week, but arguing with her was like arguing with a brick wall.
In hindsight he should have argued against it, should have made her wait until a more reasonable hour, or just not gone into the potions cabinet to help her look for all the ingredients.
Then they could have avoided all of this. At least, that’s what he tells himself.
“I don’t understand— what the fuck just happened?”
Draco tries to blink through the darkness of the closet, squinting to make out Granger’s figure as she stands in front of the door.
“Open it—“
“What do you think I’m doing?” She hisses, the door rattling as she tries the knob.
He stands carefully to avoid banging his head on any of the shelves.
“Let me try.”
She huffs but reluctantly tucks herself back behind him, elbows bumping as they switch places.
Draco twists the knob a few times before planting his feet in place, pushing as he tries to pry it open only to meet resistance.
He stops, staring down that little sliver of light that trickles in from the keyhole.
“I suggest you make yourself small, I’m going to try and shove it open.” He says, listening to the rustle of boxes and potions as she grumbles.
“Try it now.”
Draco backs up as far as the stupid closet will let him, propelling himself forward as he makes himself a battering ram. The door simply rattles on his hinges, not a single budge.
“Fuck.”
“Precisely.” She echoes.
They both stand still for a moment, and Draco tries to process just what they’ve managed to get themselves into.
“We cannot be trapped in the potions cupboard.”
“There’s got to be a failsafe in here somewhere, there’s no way this hasn’t happened to students before.” Granger says, stepping forward to stand next to him.
Draco turns, eyeing her outline through the trickling of light seeping in through the door.
Merlin, has she always been this small?
Surely his growth spurt hadn’t helped much, his designation that changed his body much more than he was expecting.
Now that he was thinking about it, he didn’t even know Granger’s designation. Going off of the essentially scentless air around them, he would take a wild guess she’d presented as beta.
“Do you have your wand?”
“No, I left it out on the bench.” He sighs, guessing by her question that she probably did the exact same thing.
“We could wait?” She suggests hesitantly, “I always have dinner with Ginny and Luna, surely someone will come looking for us.”
He considers her option, there’s no chance anyone will come looking for him, but surely someone will come looking for her of all people.
So they wait.
And they wait.
Draco isn’t quite sure how much time has passed. Enough for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the cupboard, taking in Granger as she rocks back and forth on her heels just a few feet away from him.
“Maybe—“ She starts, sighing as she slumps against the shelves. “You could try to shove the door open again?”
He agrees simply because there isn’t any other option with both of their wands just beyond the door and no apparent sign of a professor nor her friends.
This time when he flings himself against he gets a completely different result. Not necessarily a good one, but different.
Which is accidentally elbowing a bottle off a shelf and sending it shattering at Granger’s feet, a puff of smoke blooming around her as she coughs.
Draco scrambles with immediate apologies while she waves him off, bending down to pick up the broken glass before either of them can step on it.
“It’s fine— did the door move?”
Unfortunately, it did not.
What use was Alpha strength if it couldn’t get him out of this fucking closet?
He continues to yank at the handle while Granger sets the remnants of the bottle on a random shelf, wiping her hands off on her skirt.
“The puddle is right by the door, don’t slip.”
“I can’t believe you touched that without even knowing what it was.” He chastises.
“Well it didn’t burn my skin off so I think I’ll be just fine, not like there was a way to figure it out.” She snips, taking her previous spot leaning against the shelf.
It doesn’t happen immediately, in fact it takes a few minutes before he notices anything.
It’s a sweet smell, floral and rich as it fills the room, the alpha inside of him waking up the moment it reaches him. It was like freshly bloomed lilacs, bushels of gardenia, bright stems of lavender.
Was there a fucking garden in that bottle?
It’s not until she backs up against the wall, lifting her hair off her shoulders as she fans herself that his idiot brain catches up to what’s happening.
“God, is it a million degrees in here?” Granger complains, shifting where she stands. “Are you not warm?”
No— she couldn’t be— she’s not—
His mouth is watering, covering his nose with his hand as if that’ll help in any way whatsoever.
“Granger,” He starts, slow and careful with each word. “Is there anything in this cabinet that could change the way you smell?”
She was a beta, she had to be, right?
There was no way golden girl Hermione Granger was an omega and no one else knew about it. That would have been the headline of the Daily Prophet for weeks just like Potter’s own Alpha designation had been.
She goes stock still, hands frozen as she stares, panic quickly pinching her features.
“This cannot be happening—“
These are not the reassuring words Draco wants to hear.
“We have to get out of this closet.” She says, moving back to the door, desperately pulling at the door handle.
“We’ve established this.” He drawls.
“No, Malfoy, I have to get out. I have to get out of here.” The door rattles but doesn’t budge.
She turns on her heel, curls whirling over her shoulder as she faces him, utterly determined.
“I know for a fact that there are multiple bottles of neutralizer in this cabinet that can cancel out the effects of suppressants, that must have been what you knocked over. If we don’t get out then I’m going to go into heat in this closet in less than an hour.” She might as well have slapped him, perhaps kicked him right in the gut with the physical reaction his body has.
Granger points a finger at him, expression furious.
“If you tell anyone, I mean anyone about my designation then I will personally disembowel you myself— no magic needed, do you understand me?” Magic crackles around her, sparks lighting dim embers in the small space. Her brows furrowed, lips pulled back into a snear.
It shouldn’t be so arousing. But he supposed he’s never had typical taste in anything.
He’ll blame it on her scent, it's biological after all, not his fault he has a reaction to an omega.
“I will not say a word.” He promises, and he means it.
Draco has never had the chance to experience an omega in heat. He hadn’t met many omegas to begin with, and he certainly wasn’t ready to experience her during a heat.
He had to get them out of here.
If only being determined enough could help them.
The only tell of passing time is Granger’s rapidly declining state, pressing herself into the farthest corner and curling inward on herself as she begins to tremble.
His heart aches, a little voice in his head whispering for her.
Surely he could help her, he had to help her.
Draco tries to smother his worried alpha, but the beast refuses to be ignored.
“Granger— what can I do?” He asks, looking warily at the door.
No one was coming for them currently, for all he knew they could be in here for the rest of the night until a professor found them in the morning.
“I cannot go into heat in the potions cabinet.” She mumbles rather miserably.
“I swear to you that I will stay planted right here away from you, I won’t—“
“I know, that’s not what I’m concerned about.” She interrupts, hands shaking as she tries to pull her hair off her shoulders. “I’m worried about who’s going to find us, I cannot have anyone know about me.”
It takes him by surprise, her lack of concern for his ability for restraint.
“You trust me?” He blurts, mentally kicking himself for even uttering such an embarrassing slew of words.
She looks at him like he’s grown a second head.
“Malfoy, we’re potions partners. Of course I trust you.” What an odd thing to say, but he supposed she was a rather odd bird. Of course she would base trust off of how much she entrusted them with her grades.
“There has to be another form of suppressants in here,” He says, turning towards the shelves, squinting to try and read the labels.
“Oh certainly,” She mutters sarcastically. “Now if only we could read them.”
Right.
“I don’t know if anything can stop it at this point, I’m already—I mean—” She stops herself, taking a shaky breath. “It’s getting difficult to focus.”
Draco could say the same.
The scent of her was heavy now, a weight on his shoulders and the alpha inside of him was begging to be let out.
Omega is in distress, the beast whispers to him.
He takes off the outer layer of his robes, extending it to her across the gap of space between them that felt infinite and finite all at once.
She hesitates.
“Please take it, I know you need to—I know—” His face heats, the tips of his ears growing warm as he realizes what the richer scent is that’s slowly seeping into the floral notes.
The smell of her arousal is mouth watering, heady and earthy as it calls to him, there’s a part of him that wonders how rich her scent is if he buries his nose between her thighs. Are her knickers soaked through yet?
Fuck, shut it down. He needed to shut it down.
Granger snatches the robe from him, making quick work to lay it down in the corner, curling herself into a ball. Something tugs low in his belly, heart squeezing with helplessness, trying to think of what else he could give her, cursing himself for not wearing a jumper to give her as well.
“I’m on the contraceptive potion.” She calls quietly from the floor, muffled as she buries her head in her arms, hair shielding her face.
He raises a brow, looking down at her in confusion, opening his mouth only to shut it again, very unsure of what to say in response.
“I don’t–I don’t know what I’m going to say, but we’re not getting out before it takes over. I’ve only had one heat before, and I wasn’t with anyone.” There’s tremble to her tone, pitchy as she pushes through her words. “Whatever happens, I’m okay with it. I just want you to know that.”
Whatever happens?
“Granger,” He says very seriously, because he needs her to understand. “I would never violate you, I can hold back, I will stay right over here. I would never—”
“I know. But if you wanted to, I just wanted to tell you before she takes over that I– that I—” A whimper breaks through the darkness, and the beast inside him hums louder.
He can’t betray her trust, what if she wasn’t in her right mind already? She’d said not that long ago she was struggling to keep focus. Certainly she wouldn’t have consented before all this nonsense happened?
Draco can see the outline of her shivering, the little bit of skin he can see shiny in the dark, her fists wrapped tight in his robes, trying to wrap it around herself.
She’s uncomfortable, she needs—-
Shut up, Draco hisses back to the alpha, you don’t know what she needs .
It’s very clear when the poor witch breaks, her scent fogging the small space, little whimpers echoing off each well, cracking him slowly with each cry.
This is what you were made for, to ease her pain. She needs you, omega needs her alpha.
But Draco is certainly not her alpha, despite how much he’d like to be.
He also cannot let her suffer, instincts pulling at him, knowing she could no longer fend for herself. She needed to get out of here, they needed out tonight, she couldn’t lay here like this all night.
“Alpha,” She calls softly, sitting up slowly, the little glimmer of light ghosting across half of her face, revealing watery eyes and her bottom lip pushed out adorably. “Please, it hurts–”
Perhaps someone would find them based on the sound of his heart completely breaking. Her little hand reaches out, tugging at the bottom of his trousers.
“Granger—” He croaks, throat so impossibly dry. “You don’t want this, I know you don’t want this, I know—”
A sob breaks from her lips and he can’t help how he drops to his knees.
“Have I been bad?” Merlin, she looked so small, had she always been this small? “I can be good, I promise, I can show you.”
Granger reaches out, hands trembling as she fumbles with his belt, he quickly wraps his hands around her wrists. His thumb brushes gently against the gland on the inside of her wrist, soothing as her body relaxes.
“You’ve been so good.” He promises, trying to carefully guide her back to the makeshift nest she’d created. This backfires very quickly for him as she crawls into his lap.
She’s like a small inferno, skin dewy and fabric clinging to her skin, she looks at him as though he’s hung the moon. He bites at his tongue to keep from groaning as she seats herself fully, her knickers soaked through as she places herself on his thigh.
“Alpha, please?” Granger begs, pupils blown wide, cheeks pink and ruddy.
Listen to your omega, she needs you. Show her that you can take care of her.
But she wasn’t his omega.
“Granger,” He says softly, seriously as they look at each other, needing her to hear him. “I can’t take advantage of you, you’re not in your right mind, it’s not safe for you.”
Granger blinks at him, eyes softening slightly, posture straightening for just a moment. Her fingers wrap around his chin, tilting him so he looks directly at her.
“Malfoy.” She says, voice clear as a bell. “Don’t be daft, please?”
He gapes at her in surprise, quickly trying to think of something to say back to her for just one more confirmation but her lucidity quickly slips, her omega back before he can even blink. The poor witch nearly collapses into tears.
“You don’t want me.” Her voice wobbles, “I’m not good enough, I’m sorry, I’ll try harder—”
She breaks off into hiccupping sobs, heart broken as she curls inward on himself and all his restraint breaks.
“I want you, little one.” Draco soothes, pulling her into his chest. “You’ve been so very good, I promise.”
Granger tentatively relaxes in his grip as his thumb gently strokes at the gland on her wrist again.
“I’m going to help you.” He murmurs into her hair, inhaling the lavender that lingers in his curls. “I’ve got you, can you relax for me?”
“It hurts, please—I can’t—” Granger rocks herself a little on his thigh, seeking relief.
Omega needs you, prove to her that you can take care of her.
There simply wasn’t enough room on his cloak for him to lay her down on the floor, nor did he want to, who knows the last time it had been swept.
“I need you to stand for me, omega. Can you do that?” He guides, standing slowly, careful as she rises on wobbly legs.
Draco groans, spying the sheen of slick coating her inner thighs. His poor witch, she was trying so hard for him, holding so much back for him. His cock aches in his trousers, pushing back thoughts of knotting her right here.
“Alpha, please— I need you, need you to fill me up–” She begs breathlessly, trying to wrap her legs around him. “You can fix it, I need your knot–I need—”
Draco hushes her gently, pinning her against the shelves and placing kisses down her neck until he finds her gland, tentative as he drags his tongue across it. Granger nearly turns limp in his arms, a whine escaping her.
“You’re doing so good for me, but I can’t knot you here—” She lets out a cry of distress. “ I know baby, I know– but what if someone sees? I can’t let anyone find us like that.”
He lifts her carefully and she wraps her legs around him with no hesitation, pressing herself against the hard length of his erection. Draco groans against her flesh, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
Over his dead body is her first knotting going to take place in a dusty fucking closet, he would get her out of here, and if she still wanted him then he would take her in a heartbeat.
“Stay still for me, little one.” His hands hold tight at her waist, keeping her in place as he lowers to his knees before her. “There we go, just like that— such a good girl, can you put your legs over my shoulders?”
This wouldn’t solve the issue, but it would ease her ache, it would put a pause on the pain that coursed through her.
Granger listens dutifully, surprising him as she easily stretches each leg over him, knees hooking around each shoulder. She holds herself perfectly still above him, toes pointed as they press against his back.
This does nothing to help his hormone addled brain, wondering how flexible she actually was, thoughts wandering to what other ways he could stretch her.
Focus, he needed to focus.
“Oh little one, are you so wet for me?” He coos, dragging his nose down her inner thigh as she gently lifts her skirt for him, tongue dragging across the mess of slick that coats her flesh, cleaning her up.
She’s heaven on his tongue, sweet and heavy on his taste buds. Granger moans, a lovely little noise that feeds the beast deep inside of him, aching for more. Smart witch that she is, she sweeps her knickers to the side for him, exposing glimmering pink flesh beneath a thatch of dark curls.
For her sake and for his own, he devours her with no hesitation, moaning as the taste of her melts across his tongue. It’s perfection, her thighs tightening around his head, slick smearing across his cheeks, dripping down his chin. His knees ached from the unforgiving stone of the floor, her nails sharp against his scalp as she grips at his hair.
He doesn’t think anything could deter him from this moment, only nuzzling himself deeper, suckling at her clit until she’s shrieking for him, calling for him.
Alpha, alpha, alpha—
It’s music to his ears, the beast inside him purring with content as he pleases her, paying closer attention to what she likes, following any guide she gives by tugging at his hair. He easily slides his fingers inside her, messy and wet as she spills into his palm, her walls squeezing him.
She’s searing heat, utter perfection as she flutters around him, arching her back off the wall as she writhes. His perfect, perfect omega.
“Please—” She begs so prettily, a moan breaking from her as he curls his fingers upward. “Please, I need—I’m close—”
“Just like that, darling, take what you need. Are you going to come for me?” His mouth finds her again as she cries out for him, toppling into her climax, slick flooding his tongue as she comes.
Her cunt is a vice grip around his fingers, clit pulsing heavily under his tongue, thighs trembling around him as he works her for everything she’ll allow him to take.
He’s relentless, unable to stop himself despite her cries, deliberate as he carefully pulls a second orgasm from her. She gives it to him easily, eyes shimmering with tears as she cries in relief, the pain of her heat subsided for just a little while.
It wouldn’t be long without knotting her, but it would buy them some time.
Draco is careful as he gently lowers her down, settling her on his robes, attempting to wipe the mess of her from his chin before she pulls him down into a kiss.
“So perfect,” He murmurs against her lips, “So good for me, omega.”
Granger preens under the praise, wrapping her arms around him and trying to pull him down on top of her. There was definitely not enough room for his much larger body, and he tries to hover above to keep from crushing her.
“Please,” She bats her lashes at him. “Please, Alpha? I’ll be good, I want to make you happy, I can—”
“I know you can, baby.” He assures, eyes rolling back in his skull as she palms his cock through his trousers. Fuck, he practically pulsed under her touch.
“I can do it, Alpha— I want to, I can be good, I can make you feel good—”
“I cannot knot you in a closet, darling. I want to take good care of you, a good alpha isn’t going to fuck his omega in a potions cabinet on the dirty floor.” Draco tries to convince her, he really does, but she grumbles beneath him, pushing her bottom lip out into an utterly adorable pout.
“I promise that if you still want my knot when we get out, I’ll give you anything you want.” He assures and she brightens, pulling him down into another kiss.
Finally, finally— he hears someone, a voice calling for Hermione, echoing down the dungeon corridors.
He’d never thought he’d be so happy to see Ginevra Weasley in his entire life. Draco wraps Granger in his robe, helping her stand as her friend helps them wrench the door open.
“She’s gone into heat,” Draco warns when the door finally cracks open, the light nearly blinding him after sitting in the dark for nearly two hours. “A bottle broke in the cabinet and neutralized her suppressants.”
Ginevra’s expression turns furious.
“Ferret, I will fucking disembowel you if you even dare to—” She snarls right as Hermione decides to push herself through the door, her curls a giant pile atop her head.
“Don’t worry, I already threatened him.” She rubs at her eyes, clearly fighting for lucidity.
“Do you want me to get someone?” Blue eyes flash to Draco, a smirk quickly crawling across her lips before darting back to Granger. “Dean’s an alpha, I can go get him.”
Her freckled face is mocking, practically oozing I know something you don’t know—
Something prickles within him, hackles rising as he bares his teeth.
Mine, mine, mine— calls his alpha, but Draco has to bite his tongue.
“Nonsense,” Granger waves a hand, surprising Draco by leaning heavily against him. “Malfoy has proven himself perfectly competent. Considering I’m barely standing, might I ask you to carry me back to my dorm?”
Her eyes are hazy, body trembling as she fights to stay lucid.
“Of course.”
They quickly snagged their wands, Ginevra sneaking them through a back set of stairs, winking at him before slinking away, Hermione’s resolve breaking too quickly for her to stay a moment longer.
Her bottom lip trembles as the door slams shut, doe eyes wide as she peels off her shirt.
“You promised me—” He’s on her without a second thought, pinning her back against the bed, eager fingers assisting her out of her clothing.
“Anything you want,” He kisses the words into her flesh, letting her tug off his trousers, eager to find home between her thighs.
“I’ll give you anything you want.”