Chapter Text
Part I: Embrace me
Chap 1 Prologue
...
Hermione panted heavily, her chest heaving violently like someone who had just surfaced from deep water.
She trembled as she wiped the fresh blood trickling from her torn lip with fingers slick with sweat and bodily fluids. The physical pain suddenly faded into the background, overwhelmed by the horror churning in her mind. Her entire body—from her collarbones down to her inner thighs—was covered in dark, stinging bite marks and hickeys, like slave brands seared directly into her flesh. Between her legs, the sticky, humiliating sensation was unmistakable; the thick, pungent white fluid of his cum continued to leak out slowly, dripping onto the cold stone floor of the common room.
What have I done?
Hermione’s mind shattered into a thousand pieces. Where was her proud Alpha instinct? Where was the rationality and discipline of a Gryffindor Head Girl? All of it had been crushed, drowned in the frenzied heat of rut she had just experienced. She stared at the wet patches on the floor, a wave of utter self-disgust surging through her. She had surrendered to her primal instincts, let lust take control, and caused an irreversible catastrophe.
Across from her, Draco Malfoy sat like a king who had just conquered a citadel. He wore only a white shirt, unbuttoned and torn open. Lazily, he wiped the blood streaming from his nose with the back of his hand. His finger traced a crimson line across the corner of his mouth, making his mocking, cruel smile even more seductive and vicious. He threw his head back and laughed loudly, the hoarse sound echoing from his slender neck, which was now covered in bite marks oozing blood and deep scratches—savage marks of possession that Hermione herself had left on him in her delirious pleasure.
The air was thick with scent. His Omega pheromones suddenly exploded, dense and overwhelming, suffocating her lungs: a bizarre blend of freshly cut green apple, icy mint, and deep, intoxicating whiskey. It seeped into every cell of her body, a cruel reminder that she had been completely marked by this scent. His cock still throbbed violently, pumping the last drops of semen deep inside her after that frenzied climax.
“Look at yourself, oh great Alpha …” He moved closer on his knees, his fingers roughly tracing the bleeding bite mark on his own neck, his eyes filled with triumph. “Finally couldn’t resist sinking those pretty teeth into me, huh, Granger? All that holier-than-thou attitude earlier… and now you’re sitting here crying like a pathetic little mess. How adorable.”
He leaned forward, his long, slender hand gripping her chin tightly, squeezing hard enough to make her jaw ache, forcing her to look directly into his bloodshot grey eyes:
“Gotta admit… your moaning sounded so fucking sweet. Did it feel good, princess? Are you satisfied now? From now on, I belong to you alone — I belong to you and only you. How lucky you are, Granger. A pure-blooded Malfoy on his knees for you, letting a filthy little Gryffindor Alpha mark him up. Feeling honored yet?”
Hermione wanted to scream, to slap his filthy hand away, but her body was completely drained of strength. Deep inside, an overwhelming fear was rising. She was an Alpha—she was supposed to be the ruler, the one in control. Yet she had let an Omega lead her, let him pin her down, using his own madness to manipulate her. He had used his body as bait, turned her into a beast with no self-control, and forced her to take every drop of his seed deep inside.
Who was the master, and who was the slave here?
Draco’s eyes suddenly darkened, his smile freezing into a cruel, venomous grin. He leaned close to her ear, his hot breath carrying the scent of whiskey and mint brushing against her earlobe, whispering in demonic voice:
“But remember this well, my sweet little master… Once you’ve chained me, don’t even think about running away. I’ll be the sweetest poison in your veins for the rest of your life — slowly eating you up, draining every last drop of that precious strength… until death do us part.”
The cruelty in his words made Hermione shudder violently. She finally understood. Draco was not the victim. He had done this on purpose. He had willingly let her bite him, willingly let her mark him, all to exchange for a permanent chain binding her to his life. She had made a fatal mistake—a perfect trap woven from lust and instinct.
Suddenly, Draco pressed against her, not giving her time to think. He crushed his blood-red lips against hers in a savage, devouring kiss. The metallic taste of blood and the bitterness of shame mingled in her mouth.
He chuckled darkly, a mad laugh rising from his heaving chest. Without giving Hermione even a second to catch her breath, his hand roughly grabbed her thighs, yanking them apart forcefully.
“No—… Malfoy… stop…—” Hermione cried out in panic, her voice hoarse and weak, reduced to a helpless whimper.
Once again, he thrust into her body with a brutal, merciless stroke. The sudden, violent penetration made Hermione’s eyes widen in shock, her chest convulsing. Her whole body felt like it was being torn in half. She gasped, using the last remnants of her strength to resist, her trembling hands desperately pushing against his narrow shoulders.
But this damned man was suddenly unnaturally strong. Hermione screamed in despair, wondering how someone who usually looked pale and languid, as if on the verge of death, could now possess such overwhelming power, pinning her down like steel clamps. Where did this strength come from? From his Omega instincts pushed to the extreme, or from his own twisted desire to destroy her?
Draco didn’t budge in the slightest against her weak resistance. He bent down, pressing his slender neck—covered in wounds—close to her mouth, forcing her to stare at the pheromone gland at the back of his neck, the most vulnerable point of an Omega.
“Bite me again. Mark your Omega deeper. You know you want to.—” he demanded, his voice a mix of pleading and insane command.
Every sensitive pheromone gland on his body had already been torn open by her fangs and was bleeding, but he didn’t care about the pain. He gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open. His grey eyes narrowed in satisfaction as he watched her Alpha fangs bare, her lips stained with his fresh blood. Then, under Hermione’s horrified gaze, Draco opened his mouth and slowly, hungrily licked the thick metallic blood from her lips, as if it were the finest wine in the world. He wanted to merge with her, wanted his blood to flow in her veins, and wanted her to be tainted by his madness.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, ragged breathing, and the thick, heavy scent of sex filled the room. The humiliating yet twisted pleasure pushed Hermione to the brink of tears. Her mind went completely blank as she surrendered her body to the raging waves.
Right at that moment, the heavy wooden door of the common room burst open with a loud bang, slamming against the wall.
“What the hell are you two doing?!” A stern, horrified voice rang out, followed by chaotic footsteps.
“Hermione…??!”
Ron’s broken scream cut through the thick air. Hermione’s consciousness spun, her vision blurring from exhaustion and panic. A wave of belated regret choked her throat. In the moment before darkness swallowed her, she caught a glimpse of Ron’s deathly pale face drained of all color, the disgusted and shocked eyes of her friends, and the Slytherins standing frozen at the doorway with horrified expressions.
The filthy, chaotic scene reeking of sex and bodily fluids was now completely exposed under the light. There was no way to hide it, no way to explain.
Her life, her honor, her future… it was all over. Her Alpha instincts had officially been chained and forced to kneel before a deranged Omega. She knew she had become permanently bound to a poison with no antidote—a venom that would eat away at her soul from this day forward.
A poison named Draco Malfoy.