Pretty Little Potions

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Smut, Auror Draco Malfoy, Pining Draco
Malfoy, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Adult Hermione
Granger, Adult Draco Malfoy, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Omega
Hermione Granger, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Alternate
Universe - Canon Divergence, Porn with Feelings, Non-Traditional
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Idiots in Love, Hermione Granger & Harry
Potter Friendship, Light Dom/sub, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Fluff, Fluff
and Angst, Feel-good, Happy Ending
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-06-29 Completed: 2024-07-08 Words: 16,937 Chapters: 6/6
 Pretty Little Potions
by Siennnna

Summary

Auror Draco Malfoy is tasked with breaking up an illegal underground sexual crime syndicate that
is utilizing unique and highly dangerous potions. The potions cause users to temporarily become
Alphas or Omegas in a heat cycle. It is a big ask to recruit his casual secret sexual partner
Hermione Granger to help run trials on the antidote, but she is his first choice pick as a partner.
Perhaps it will bring them closer than ever, or maybe it will blow up in their faces and ruin what
they had...?

**Although it is mentioned in passing that the potion is used for cruel purposes, those will never be
explored in detail.

Notes

I do not own these characters, and I do not endorse or share the cannon author’s views. This is a
trans inclusive omega verse.

I do not have a beta looking over this so all errors are my own.

I hope you enjoy. <3

For Science
“Knock knock,”

Draco leaned in the open doorway of Hermione’s office at the Ministry. He was still wearing his
Auror robes having just returned from an assignment. Hermione didn’t look up at him, her nose
inches from the document in front of her.

“How did it go?” She asked more out of social obligation than genuine interest.

Draco approached her desk, dropping himself into one of the chairs opposite her with a huff. His
arm slung across the back of the chair and he lifted his boots up onto her desk. She finally looked
up, scowled at his boots before rolling her eyes and returning to her documents. Draco studied her
displeasure with a ghost of a smile and did nothing to mitigate it, instead he started to speak,
stretching his arms behind his head at he did so.

“The sting was successful. Another underground sex ring location raided. We made six arrests and
though its a bit early to tell, I think we may have gotten two higher ups this time, which would be
paramount for getting this crisis under control…”
His lips turned down in a snide smile, cold grey eyes watching hers with as he dropped his feet and
leaned in and added in a low voice.

“And, I got a very interesting little trophy.”

Hermione looked up finally meeting his eyes.

“A trophy.” She confirmed in a clipped tone, her words dripping with suspicion and irritation.

He smiled, his eyes flashing impishly, before he opened his coat to reach into the inner pockets of
his robe never breaking eye contact with her. He withdrew four small potions that clicked as he set
them on her desk. Her eyes widened in horror.

“Malfoy- that’s evidence, you can’t just-“

“Do you know what these are, Granger?” He mused, examining her closely.

She looked at him incredulously, before hissing,

“I don’t care what they are, you can’t take items from a crime scene without following cataloging
protocol! You could be impeding the investigation, this could get you written up, or worse-“

“-How much do you know about werewolves?”

She paused clearly irritated at being cut off, her eyes narrowing.

“I’m not going to entertain your stupid little games Malfoy, if you don’t return that to Head Auror
Potter immediately I will have to report you. Whatever is between us is not enough to justify a
breach of protocol, especially as it pertains so such an important operation-“

“You’re quite right,” He said standing, a glowing smile still dancing across his features “What I do
is terribly important. So glad to hear you and I agree on that point.”

He picked up one of the bottles with a dark purple hue and held it up to the light. She stood, her
curls bouncing threateningly around her shoulders, eyes filled with rage. Malfoy held her gaze
unflinching, he tapped her desk with one finger, sliding it across as he slowly walked over to her
side eyes never leaving hers.

“All proper protocol was followed, I checked the potions out, they were one set amongst dozens.
They have already been cleared by lab and I have a copy of the results of their analysis,”

He stepped closer, invading her space as he pulled a stack of parchment from a hidden pocket of his
coat to wave in front of her.

“The department was looking for volunteers to run anonymous trials and provide first hand account
of findings. I volunteered. I have signed off on all required consent forms.”

He reached out, tucking a curl from in front of her face behind her ear.

“Satisfied? Or will you still be reporting me to Potter.”

She sighed, deflating a little, her face softening. She reached for the papers still in his hands.

“Ah-ah-ah…I asked you a question. Answer me first.”

He teased, yanking the papers out of her reach. The look of fury returned to her face ten fold.

“Do you like being absolutely insufferable or is it just an unfortunate side effect of your horrid
personality?” She barked venomously. He laughed,

“Oh, I like it. It does something for me, especially when you get all flustered.”

“You are such a bully.”

“Mmm, I prefer to think of myself as-”

He leaned in, twisting a curl in his fingers and leaning in to whisper in her ear,

“-your favorite form of stress relief.”

She glared at him, pushing him back with her hand and glancing wearily at the door.

“I wouldn’t need so much stress relief if you weren’t stressing me out all the time,” She hissed in a
low tone pulling at the hem of her skirt.

He grabbed her hand from his chest, threading his fingers in hers.

“I’m simply creating supply and demand.”

She sighed yanking her hand away to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“I hate you,” She groaned,

“And I love that.” He responded easily walking back around to the front of her desk, combing
through the parchment in his hands.

“So, to repeat my earlier question-“

He began before she cut him off-

“I know plenty about werewolves. Mostly through reading, but I have known several personally.
You are going to have to be far more specific about what aspect of werewolf lore you are hoping to
invoke or else I’ll be forced to start reciting every insipid detail I know at you until you are begging
for mercy.”

Draco paused, raised his eyebrows as the corners of his lips twitched,

“Tempting. But no- I am looking to see if you have information on a very specific aspect of
werewolf culture. I don’t expect you to know much, if anything. It’s not the sort of thing you could
delve into with an introductory overview at the library.”

She glowered and he continued,

“It has to do with werewolf mating culture. Do you know anything about that?”

Hermione’s frown deepened, but she a flash of curiosity that danced in her eyes.

“Assume I know nothing… tell me what you know.”

She flicked her wand and the door shut and locked. She quickly silenced the room so they wouldn’t
be overheard. He smiled wolfishly and sat down; Hermione followed suit, taking her seat again
behind her desk.

“Werewolves have three designations. Alpha, Omega and Beta.”

She nodded and gestured for him to continue.

“The Beta is the most human like of the three and is by far the most common. The Alpha is the
second most common, and Omegas are more rare.”

He twisted a silver ring on his finger thoughtfully before continuing.

“Omegas go through a reproductive cycle that causes them to go into a heat once every few
months. During that heat they require an Alpha to…satisfy their needs. Both physically and
emotionally.”

He smiled, pausing for a moment. Hermione swallowed, her cheeks flushing.

“It is a deeply vulnerable raw experience for both parties and can result in a near permeant soul tie
if both parties agree and perform the necessary rituals. There are scenting glands on the sides of the
neck and when both parties bite each other’s glands during a mating cycle they can create the soul
tie…Does any of this ring a bell for you?”

Hermione shifted crossing her legs the pink flush spreading across her cheeks and chest. When she
spoke her words trembled a little.

“Well… actually…no. I’ve never heard of this before. What is a soul tie?”

Draco smiled, eyes drinking in her body language with interest before continuing.

“There isn’t a lot of peer reviewed research on the topic. It is considered fairly taboo by many and
since werewolf communities still face a massive amount of prejudice, they have not been very forth
coming with researchers trying to collect data…”
He furrowed his brows and looked out the window thoughtfully,

“But what I do know is that a soul tie is a connection that is physical, emotional and magical. It
affects your experience of attraction, it changes the emotional needs of the partners, and some pairs
seemed to be magically attuned to one another in ways that may be telepathic in nature.”

Draco paused, looking around for a moment before summoning a kettle and two cups.

“Tea, Granger?”

She nodded and accepted the cup, taking the moments he took to prepare the tea to process the new
information. She watched in silence as he poured into her cup before his, finally breaking the
silence by asking,

“And you know so much about this because…?”

He smiled, blowing politely over the tea to cool it, her eyes drifted to watch his lips. He stretched
out a hand to tap one of the potions on the desk pointedly.

“Because, someone managed to create a potion to emulate the experience of both an Alpha and an
Omega. And, like everything in this cursed world, the potion has made its way into the hands of the
wrong people. So I have had to do a significant amount of research for this case.”

He smiled thoughtfully at her over his tea cup.

“The potion itself is relatively safe, as long as the parties are informed and consenting prior to their
doses…and with the help of the lab I have developed an antidote…”

He taped the two matching milky potions on the table.

“I don’t have confirmation that it works flawlessly, it’s still early in the testing phase, but the lab
reported back that initial clinical results were successful.”

Hermione looked down with interest with the potions, setting down her tea. She lifted the black and
purple potions up, swirling the flasks and watching the glittery liquid spin hypnotically.

“I didn’t realize it was show and tell hour,” She said pursing her lips,

Draco smiled, shrugging his shoulders and sipping his tea. Hermione’s eyes narrowed.

“Which is which?” She asked, her tongue running across her front teeth absentmindedly.

“The purple is the Alpha dose, the black is the Omega. And, of course, the pearlescent ones are the
antidote.”

“Same antidote for different potions?”

“Correct.”

“Side effects?”

Draco leaned in at this his grey eyes locking on her brown ones,
“For which?” He asked innocently in a soft voice.

Hermione shifted in her seat, adjusting her skirt and breaking his eye contact for a moment to look
back at the vials. When she looked back up Draco was still watching her closely, his long fingers
wrapped around his teacup elegantly. Her eyes traveled to them for a moment before darting back
up and replying,

“The Alpha potion first. Out of respect for the Greek alphabet.”

Draco inhaled slowly, clicking his tongue,

“Side effects for that one would be increased aggression; psychological need for dominance, a
heightened perception for pheromones…the development of glandular structures on the neck and
wrists, as well as changes to reproductive organs. Oh, and a nearly insatiable desire to find, fuck
and please an Omega if one is even remotely nearby, especially if they are in heat.”

Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Sounds extremely dangerous in the wrong hands.”

“It is.” He agreed solemnly.

“Can…” She swallowed uncomfortably, “Can you explain the changes…to the reproductive
organs..?”

“I don’t know, will you be able to handle a rude discussion? I wouldn’t want to risk you fainting at
work,” He smirked, lifting his pinky poshly while taking a sip of his tea.

Hermione straighten her posture, her mouth stiffening into a straight line. Her wide eyes betrayed
her discomfort,

“I’m not uncomfortable. I’m perfectly comfortable. Why would you suggest otherwise? We’ve…”

She leaned in to furiously whisper at him, here eyes darting about the empty room as if looking for
eavesdroppers.

“We’ve…” She gestured her hands wildly between them,

“Had…sex…Plenty of times. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you know I know what a
cock looks like, Malfoy.”

Malfoy smiled wickedly setting his tea down and beamed at her.

“Yes, and all of that sounded so natural and not at all bothered coming out of your mouth in the
privacy of your own office, with only me for company, a locked door, and a silencing spell in
place… Curious how you still felt the need to whisper it- regardless of how many times and places
I have put my cock in you, your words, not mine-“

“Okay! Fine!” She flung her arms out in exasperation as if to block herself from his words, her
cheeks flushed a deep red.

“You’ve made your point. But I still want to know.”

Malfoy laughed but it wasn’t a cruel laugh, just one of pure amusement.

“Sorry Granger, you’re just too fun to rile up, I can hardly help myself.”

He smoothed out his shirt and crossed his legs, settling into the chair.

“I’ll keep it clinical for you. The changes depend on the person consuming the potion of course,
and their existing anatomy. It works with whatever body parts the drinker has to start with, aiding
the presentation to suit the needs of the designation. So if you already have a phallus and testicles
they will simply become significantly bigger, and capable of producing between 95 to 100% more
out put than they otherwise would. And then there’s the knot…”

Hermione swallowed, watching him with wide eyes.

“The… knot…?”

Draco nodded, he stared off as if trying to recall the details.

“It comes from the canine side of the Werewolf, I’ve only ever read about it so I’ll admit that I’m
not the best source on the ins and outs, but basically my understanding is that it is a large expanding
structure at the base that sort of…locks the pair together due to it’s size.”

Draco shifted a little uncomfortably, and Hermione stared at him with eyes like saucers.

“I’m having a hard time picturing such a thing.”

She admitted finally after a silence.

“Its just an extra thick part at the base… Anyways, do you want to know about the effects of the
Omega potion?”

Hermione sighed, her curiosity getting the better of her,

“Go on then.”

Draco furrowed his brows.

“Only if you’d like. We can stop anytime if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

“No no, please continue. As…strange as it all is you’ve… peaked my interest.”

Draco leaned forward smiling and resting his elbows on her desk.

“The Omega potion triggers a short heat cycle, working with existing anatomy to increase fertility
and provide space to accommodate the Alpha. It has a lot of the same features at the Alpha potion,
like adding glands, and increasing ability to detect pheromones… but instead of increasing
aggression it causes the drinker to become more submissive, with physical and psychological needs
that must be met by their partner. The heat cycle is an almost unendurable process without an
Alpha present to assist. All of this mirrors the existing Omega Alpha dynamics from real
werewolves but with a much much shorter duration.”

He scooped up the purple vial in his hand and leaned back in his chair, rolling the tube between his
fingers casually. Hermione watched him for a moment her eyes darting between him and the
potion.

“And…you’re telling me all of this because…” Her eyes scanned his features. He said nothing, just
watched her silently, his jaw tensing as he half shrugged. A look of realization crossed her features
suddenly.

“Oh. I was so distracted by the new information I didn’t realize…What was it your said earlier?
You…Volunteered? To test…?”

Hermione’s eyes were wide with horror. Draco nodded watching her closely.

“I did. To test and document the experience, as well as confirm the efficacy of the antidote and
document any side effects.”

“But what, or who…?”

Her face contorted into a grimace, her voice dropping to a furious whisper,

“Malfoy if you expect to do this with me I don’t know if this is something…this is…well out of the
range of my usual…our usual…”

Draco nodded, pursing his lips a little.

“You don’t have to.” He answered quickly, shifting his legs. His now empty cup of tea finding its
home in its saucer.

“I would, of course, prefer to experience this with you as my first choice. But the science needs to
be done either way, and as we aren’t exclusive… I figured I would ask you first before I explored
any secondary options-”

“-No. Don't...explore. There's no need.”

Hermione answered quickly, her pink flush turning to a darker hue.

“No?” He confirmed, his grey eyes flashed.

“I…This is a bit shocking is all. When do you need to turn in your findings…?”

“As soon as possible. The sooner we are confident in the antidote, the sooner we can start a counter
effort against the crime ring misusing the potions.”

Hermione cursed softly to herself wringing her hands. Several emotions crossed her face as she
seemed to organized her thoughts. Draco visibly relaxed, returning to a comfortable position in his
chair.

“What does your schedule look like tonight, Granger?” Draco asked softly, his voice deepening in
pitch.

Hermione sighed.

“I’m…free. I suppose.”
“Good. Would you like to join me for our little experiment then? I’ll need a few signatures from
you, result submissions will be entirely anonymous...” He withdrew the papers from his pocket that
he had kept from her earlier.

“I thought those were lab results?” She hissed eyeing the parchment in irritation.

“Just a bit of misdirection, my love. I apologize. Will you sign then?”

He handed them to her, producing a quill from a pocket inside his blazer.

“Malfoy we’ve been over this, don’t call me things like that, it’s far too personal for what we are..”
She grumbled snatching the papers, her eyes darting swiftly from side to side as she skimmed the
agreement.

“Of course, Hermione.”

Her hands shook slightly as she twirled the quill in her fingers, nibbling anxiously at the tip before
signing her name in swirling calligraphy. Draco drew in a quick breath, quietly worrying his lip
between his teeth as he watched her.

“The potions take a few hours to take effect and should wear off in about 10-12 hours, the peak
effects will be felt after about 5 hours…” He took the Omega vile in his hands, uncorking it and
handing it to Hermione.

“Since we only have a few hours left in the day, it would be best to take it now so that we can
complete the experiment by a reasonable hour tonight. We will establish a safe word, so if you are
for any reason needing to end the experiment one or both of us can take the antidote early. I’d like
to take the antidote after I understand more clearly the affects of the original potion, so we will take
them around hour 7-8…”

She took the vial from him, eyeing it with wide apprehensive eyes, lifting it to her nose to sniff. He
uncorked the Alpha dose and did the same.

“It’s…citrusy. Grapefruits and oranges, perhaps? Bright…floral…inviting, even. I wasn’t expecting

that.” She murmured, her eyes fixed on the dark liquid.

“Mine has a more oaky aroma. Woodsy, like a rainstorm in a forest…” Draco mused, pursing his
lips.

“You’ve never done this before?” Hermione confirmed, finding his eyes.

“No.”

“Have you seen anyone under it’s affects?”

Draco tensed slightly, before his features smoothed out.

“I have. It’s quite intense. You can still back out if you need to.”

“No, it’s for a good cause. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious…” Her brows knitted together
in concentration.
“Well then, if you’re sure. Cheers my love.” Draco raised his vial to her, the glass clinking against
hers.

“We’ve ben over this…” Hermione huffed, a frown pulling her lips thin.

His eyes softened at the corners and he held her gaze while draining the potion from the glass. She
did the same. She set the glass down and slid it across the table to him.

“Now we wait?”

“Now we wait. What’s your safe word?” The intensity with which he met her eyes with a warmth
and an unreadable emotion made her look away.

“Um…I…don’t know. I’ve never really used one before…?”

“Does ‘Red’ work for you? It’s a fairly common one. Green, yellow, red are often used as check ins
to establish where a partner is at during some kinds of… rougher play,”

Draco scooped up the empty vials pocketing them, and then dropped the antidote in a different
pocket to keep it separate. Hermione watched his movements, eyeing the remaining antidote in
front of her.

“Yes, that works I suppose.”

“Good. You keep that in case of emergencies,” He said pointing to the remaining vial, “I’ll be in
my office, I have a few things to get done before I leave for the day, if anything is even slightly
wrong send me a memo and I’ll be there in an instant.”

He stood, adjusted his collar, brushing a hand through his hair while he stared at his reflection in
the glass of one of the muggle nature photographs hanging in her office.

“Otherwise I’ll be back at the end of the day to pick you up and we can go back to my place to see
this through.”

“Okay.” She agreed watching his reflection as he fixed himself. “I have a meeting at the end of my
day, but it shouldn’t take too long, then we can take my floo to your flat?”

The reflection Draco suddenly met her eyes and she looked down, taking the opportunity to snatch
up the antidote and place it in her desk drawer. He walked around her desk and offered her a hand,
which she took as he pulled her to her feet.

“I’m looking forward to it.” He said, his face a breath away from hers. An affectionate smile on his
lips.

“It’s just research. Thats all.” She murmured, her eyes slightly glazed over as she examined his
features up close, the blush returning to the tip of her nose and the high points of her cheeks. He
didn’t respond but instead leaned in, his lips ghosting over hers. His hand cupped her jaw delicately
and their noses brushed. He sighed against her, breathing her in for a moment while Hermione held
her breath, her eyes fluttering closed,

“I’ll see you after work.” He murmured, his lips brushing hers with every word but not going any
further.
“See you…” She replied, her eyes opening again as she pulled away, shaking her head a little as if
to clear it. He smirked and turned, letting himself out of her office.
 The Experiment
Chapter Notes

If this can pass the Bechdel test, what's your excuse Hollywood?

No beta, all mistakes are my own.

I hope you enjoy <3

“It is critical that we negotiate this matter, I can’t let something as important as this piece of
legislation be struck down by identity politics! It’s outrageous!” The short chubby middle aged
woman paced back and forth in Hermione’s office, her hands waving to emphasize her point.

Hermione sat at her desk looking a bit pale, her usually bright clever brown eyes were shadowed,
dark circles forming beneath them. She leafed through the stack of papers in front of her, hesitating
whenever she encountered a flagged portion of text.

“It certainly is, but we have drafted the appeal and we will submit it just as soon as it comes back
from review. We can fight this. Theres no sense in losing hope just yet.” Hermione replied as she
brushed her brow with a shaky hand, wiping away small beads of perspiration that had gathered
there.

“We most certainly will fight it, if they think we’ll just bend over and take it then they haven’t a
clue what they have coming for them. Mark my words Granger, they will not get a moments rest
while I’m still breathing. Who are we assigning on the case? Jenkins? She’s not one to back down
from the good fight, I respect her tremendously- I think we aught to send for her first thing
Monday, get her up to speed on the goings on-“

“-Jenkins is a good choice, I agree, but perhaps we wait until the revisions come back before we
plan too far ahead, Ms Fletcher?”

Hermione asked in a soft voice. Her eyes were on the clock above her door. Her day officially
ended in ten minutes. Ms. Fletcher showed no signs of leaving, She had returned to her pacing and
was ranting again, her short blonde hair nearly crackling with static irritation. Hermione shifted in
her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs and fidgeting restlessly. She pulled at the collar of her
shirt before digging into her desk drawers for something to tie up her hair with.

“…And that’s when I told her- 'Mary, I understand what you grew up with but you need to get with
the times- things are different now than they were when you were young. Do you want to be on the
right side of history, or do you want to fall back into the same conditions that allowed You-Know-
Who to rise to power?' Honestly, you’d think after nearly ten years more would have changed, but
in someways we are regressing right back to where we were as he was building his empire. It’s
infuriating to watch-“
Hermione was nodding, but she was barley listening. She had managed to tie her hair up in a bun,
but it had provided little relief. She fanned herself with the papers in front of her, dabbing her neck
and forehead with a handkerchief.

“It is quite concerning.” Hermione said in a shaky voice, though the tremble had nothing to do with
the topic at hand.

Ms. Fletcher barely seemed to hear her, continuing to expound her argument more to herself than to
Hermione. There was a soft knock at the door, and Hermione jumped at the sound. Ms. Fletcher
paused, startled out of her monologue.

“Yes? Come in.” Hermione called, her body ridged, a frown playing on her lips.

The door opened and Draco popped his head in, Hermione visibly relaxed, slumping in her seat a
little.

“Sorry to interrupt. Good afternoon Ms. Fletcher, I trust you’re well?”

“Malfoy darling, good to see you.” Ms. Fletcher greeted him, a rare genuine smile forming on her
features, her rosy cheeks softening the fury from the moment before.

“The pleasure is mine, as always. Ms. Granger I hate to bother you at the end of your day, but that
assignment from the Aurors office we discussed earlier has had some developments that need your
review, I was hoping I could discuss them with you quickly before you head out today…? I’m
afraid it’s terribly important or else I wouldn’t bother you.” He shot her and Ms. Fletcher an easy
smile with an apologetic shrug.

“Of course. We were just finishing up-” Hermione stood, shuffling the documents and tapping them
on her desk to line them up neatly, “So sorry to cut things short Ms Fletcher- perhaps we can
resume talks on Monday after I get those revisions back?”

Ms. Fletcher smiled at Hermione “Of course dear. Enjoy your days off and rest up- we will have
plenty to do next week!” She reached out for Hermione’s hand to give her an affectionate pat but
when she touched her skin she gasped.

“Goodness Hermione, you’re burning up. Are you quite alright dear?” Hermione jerked her hand
back as several beads of sweat formed on her brow.

“Perfectly fine, just wore a few too many layers today ma’am. Monday then? I’ll be looking
forward to it.”

Ms. Fletcher frowned with concern but nodded, not pressing the issue.

“Monday it is.”

Ms Fletcher excused herself and the moment she was out the door Hermione collapsed into Draco’s
waiting arms.

“Oh love, you’re burning up…” He fussed, feeling her forehead and her cheeks with his palms,
hovering between locations and dabbing at the back of her neck with her handkerchief.

Hermione was too weak to correct the pet name and just slumped further into him, clinging to the
back on his shirt and resting her forehead on his clavicle.
“Is any of this normal? I’m so hot I can barely think, I feel intoxicated. My stomach is cramping
and everything is over sensitive. The lights are too bright. I feel like my skin is crawling…”

She abruptly stopped, her head snapping side ways towards his neck. Her eyes which were usually
a dark golden brown had darkened to pitch black. She breathed in experimentally, her face hovering
in the crook of his neck.

“You smell…” She whispered, breathing him in deeply. “Heavenly. Like water in a desert…” She
leaned in closer until her nose was pressed to the side of him resting on a sensitive patch of skin.

Draco swallowed hard, cracking his knuckles and looking around the room with wide eyes.

“We need to get you out of here.” He murmured urgently in a sing song tone, “You’re a bit ahead of
schedule, you metabolized the potion much faster than I had prepared for…”

Hermione’s hands ran along his arms, feeling the muscles there, and then traveling down his torso.

“You look so good, why you always look so good?” She complained softly in a voice that sounded
like she was talking to herself and not aware her words were coming out her mouth.

Draco’s throat bobbed and the lightest flush colored his ears.

“Where did you put your dose of the antidote?”

Hermione scrunched her eyes closed, her hands balling into fists against his chest.

“I think…It’s…um…I’m having a little trouble…thinking. Right now.” She moved to pull her shirt
off but Draco’s hands shot out to stop her.

“Not yet love, I need you to hold on, I’m barely holding it together as is.”

Draco released her and pulled out his wand, turning to her desk.

“Accio Antidote”

The drawer opened obediently and he pocketed the vial that whizzed into his hand. His eyes
pinched shut as he pulled off his outer robes, placing them on her chair. Even with a layer less, he
still pulled at the collar of his shirt to shake away the heat that had settled there, trying to create a
bit of airflow.

“Hermione. I need you to take this.” He produced two small blue vials of potion from his pocket
thrusting one out to her and averting his eyes while taking deep measured breaths through his
mouth.

“I should have given it to you earlier but better now than never. Its an infertility potion, it will last
for one month, no significant side effects.” A bead of sweat had appeared on his brow and his chest
rose and fell laboriously.

Hermione took it obediently and raised it to her lips before gagging.

“It smells horrible. Repulsive. Why does it smell so bad?” She held it as far away from her as she
could, covering her nose with her free hand.
“Because,” Draco winced harshly as he swiftly downed his own identical potion with a full body
shudder,

“The werewolf heat cycle’s primary goal is pregnancy, and the potion emulates that. So it will fight
against anything that gets in the way of its mission.”

Hermione nodded but when she brought it up to her mouth again she almost lost the contents of her
stomach, gagging harshly. Tears formed at the edges of her eyes.

“I…I can’t…”

“Shit. It’s okay, you tried.” He cursed, pulling her into a tight hug “I was hoping to have made it to
you before you got to this point, it’s my fault. Do you usually take the birth control potion?” He
asked, pushing away from her and unbuttoning the top of his shirt.

“Yes.” She said confidently, and then smacked her hands to her mouth, eyes wide.

“Yes, I do.” She tried again, her voice confident, but she shook her head vigorously side to side
eyes wide in confusion.

Draco narrowed his eyes.

“I said, do you take the birth control potion, tell me the truth.”

His voice was firm, it rattled in the air of the room unnaturally, bouncing off the walls in a way that
could only be magical. He had activated the Alpha tone.

“No, I do not. I usually use the contraception spell. I’m sorry I lied, it wasn’t intentional it just
came out of my mouth automatically. I’m sorry.” She whispered, hanging her head down in shame.

He groaned, his head lulling back on his neck, hands covering his face. He took a few steadying
breaths before looking back down at her.

“Okay. Well, at least I was able to take mine. I’ll try to cast the spell but I have a feeling it won’t
work…”

He pointed his wand at her abdomen with a shaky hand and cast the incantation. His wand showed
no signs of life, not even a flicker. He tried two more times with the same results.

“Shit.” Draco cursed again, finally looking up at Hermione but his eyes had darkened, the usual
silver over taken by darkness from his blown wide pupils.

Hermione whimpered, clutching at her neck,

“It’s so hot in here, I can’t handle it any longer. I need to cool down, I need…I need…” Her legs
were shaking beneath her so badly that she looked like a light breeze could topple her.

Draco was on her in an instant, hands in her hair, his body pinning hers against a wall. He kissed
her deeply, sucking her lower lip into his mouth with a feverish desperate need.

“We need..” He started, barely willing to come up for breath,

“To get…” Her hands were on his body pulling at his shirt trying to tear it off,
“To your floo. Now.” He growled, hoisting her legs up to circle around his hips.

“I feel like I’m on fire, my whole body is burning.” Hermione cried clutching him tightly.

He kissed her cheeks tenderly, kissing along her jaw and down to her neck as he lifted her off the
wall and walked them both to her fireplace.

“Oh my god…” he moaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck and pausing in his tracks.

His nose brushed against the gland at the base of Hermione’s neck as he breathed in and she
moaned in approval. He leaned closer, planting an experimental kiss and her whole body shook
from the contact, a strangled moan escaping her lips.

“You smell so incredible, I can’t even describe it properly…” He kissed down her neck, lingering at
the gland where he delicately sucked on the flesh, not hard enough to leave a mark but just enough
to have her gasping,

“...Like the fist apple blossoms of spring, lilacs or strawberries picked fresh of the plant…” He
mused to himself quietly, the puff of his breath tickling her neck leaving goose pimples down her
arms.

Acting on an impulse he delicately licked the spot, dragging his teeth across her soft skin. He
moaned deeply, the vibrations of his voice traveling through her body as he pressed soft kisses up
and down her neck and shoulders. Hermione’s head lulled back and her face contorted into a
grimace of pleasure. Her grip around his neck loosened and she would have fallen but he held her
tighter, clutching her possessively. When she lifted her head again her cheeks were flushed and she
was panting. Draco stepped carefully in the floo, ducking them both beneath the fireplace mantle.

He closed his eyes in deep concentration, fighting the beast within. “Hermione, you need to use the
floo to get us home, I’m not authorized.”

Her head was buried in the crook of his neck, her cheek rubbing across his gland there.

“Hermione.”

She only whimpered in response, her hands snaking down his shirt grabbing his belt buckle shakily.
He groaned pinning her hands still against her stomach.

“I am operating with one sixth of my brain right now and every time you so much as breath on me
that amount drops to zero, so I need you to be perfectly still until we figure something out here.”

“Please Draco. Please.”

Draco’s whole body froze as the weight of those three little words hit him like a freight train.

Really, one word.

Draco.

After years of forced proximity because of work, hundreds of apologies for past actions and
inactions, tense arguments turned to flirtatious ones, and finally months of hooking up in secret…
Hermione Granger had never once called him by his first name.
He stared at her for a long moment, a battle raging inside of himself.

“Fuck it.” He whispered, and then everything moved in a fever pitch.

Draco launched them out of the floo, casting dozens of privacy charms on the office in a frenzy of
light. He threw Hermione against the wall of her office harshly, turning her so that she was facing
away from him, her cheek and hands scraping against the cold cement. In one clean movement he
ripped her pencil skirt and underwear clean off her body as if they were nothing more than a sheet
of paper, casting them aside. The sound of him undoing his belt and fly had her arching her back,
widening her legs to prepare herself for him, trembling in anticipation.

There was going to be nothing gentle about this, just mutual raw need and fulfillment.

One hand grabbed her by her hip, taking a handful of the soft supple flesh there and drawing her
flush against him, while his other hand roughly grabbed her by her throat, pulling her back towards
him so that his mouth was next to her ear, forcing her back to arch. She whimpered from the force
and clung to the wall with her fingertips desperately looking for something to hold on to to
stabilize.

“I will give you exactly what you want. Anything you want. Anything in the fucking world. What
do you need, Omega?” He growled low in her ear. He was rock hard against her back, his
superhuman sizable heft intimidating and enticing.

“Please help me, Alpha. I need you.” She whispered, standing on her tippy toes she began to move.
Her hands abandoned the wall, one clutching his muscular forearm for stability and the other
reaching behind to move him to line up with her entrance. They both gasped when his wide head
first breached her, stretching beyond anything she had taken before. Her soft hot walls sucked him
in, eager to accommodate.

“Oh fuck.” He whispered, releasing his grip on her throat and lowering her back to the wall while
experimentally pushing in, testing to see how much of him she could take. Her cunt was greedily
gripping him, drawing him in inch by inch until he bottomed out deep within her. Her arms folded
against the wall, resting her forehead to them while she moaned with a quivering voice.

“Good little Omega, use me to stretch yourself out. You’re gripping me so well. Such a beautifully
greedy little cunt you have, isn’t it?” He praised, his hands finding either side of her hips and taking
firm handfuls of her as he began to rock into her, accelerating from an experimental pace to a
punishing one.

The hard concrete pushed grooves into her arms from the force, as she was pounded against it
relentlessly. Incoherent babble was coming out of Hermione’s mouth punctuated by the slapping of
skin, every thrust so forceful that it cut off her voice.

Without warning he pulled all the way out, pulling her towards him by the waist and flipping her,
and slamming her back against the wall as if she weighed nothing more than a doll. The cold
cement dug into her back and shoulders unforgivingly. The air was knocked out of her lungs from
the impact, but before she could recover he was everywhere. He thrust into her violently,
immediately bottoming out pressing against the deepest part of her. She let out a strangled gasp
before Draco’s lips met hers, kissing her passionately in a battle of lips and tongue. He held her up
with one arm possessively clutching her lower back, while his other arm slammed against the wall
next to her face, grabbing a fist full of hair forcing her head back to expose her neck. He pulled
back and she gasped for air, finally catching her breath her whole body shivering. He hunched
himself over to take her deeply at a speed that would make any mortal person bust.

“You are so perfect. Do you know how perfect you are?” His normally grey eyes were pitch black,
locked on hers. Hermione’s hands followed the sharp planes of his jaw, tracing his features and
disappearing in his disheveled shockingly white hair. His eyes rolled back at the contact before
finding hers again. He looked far away, intoxicated, completely drunk on her. Words were falling
out of his mouth uncaught by any usual filter like water over an overwhelmed dam.

“Always wanted you, always thought you were too good for me. Perfect swotty little know-it-all. I
had it so bad for you. Always have. And you just got better and better over the years…” He
muttered, his hand moved from her hair traveling down, caressing her cheek, hesitating on her
throat with a gentle squeeze before landing on her still buttoned work shirt.

His finger traced the collar, traveling around to the back behind her neck before yanking it tight,
briefly choking her. Hermione’s eyes widened, her fingers digging into the soft skin of his scalp.

“You are wearing too much fucking clothing.” He hissed, and with one harsh tug the buttons of her
blouse exploded in different directions littering her office with tiny reminders of who she belonged
to.
 The Findings

The small office was filled with the harsh unmistakeable sound of skin against skin. All their
clothing lay discarded on the floor, most beyond repair. Hermione lay across her desk, the papers
and books that had resided there were strewn about the floor, flung unceremoniously to make room
for more pressing matters. Her legs wound tight around Draco’s hips, her hands buried in his hair.
His arms boxed her in, tenderly holding her face while he kissed her soft delicately pink lips, never
breaking contact until one of them had to gasp for air. He was murmuring sweet nothings to her
every time they broke away,

“You are so beautiful-“

His hands gripped her hair,

“Ruining me for anyone else,”

He was thrusting into her so hard the desk moved and protested with an ominous creaks,

“Do anything in the world for you-“

His hand snaked down to her breast, palming gently before a swift slap that made her hiss and her
whole body clench. Draco moaned as against her lips as she tightened around him, the vibrations of
his voice rumbled through her skull and made every hair stand on end.

“Will want you forever-“

His hand soothed over the place he had smacked gently, desensitizing it again.

“Don’t want to come, don’t want this to stop-“

His hand left her breast and worked his way down between their pelvises until he found what he
was looking for. Hermione gasped, breaking away and throwing her head back.

“God you’re so perfect,”

His eyes feasted on her, hand moving in time with his thrusts in a steady pattern watching his work
ratchet her up and up to the precipice of something better.

“You feel so fucking good Hermione-“

She was shaking, her legs trembling around him, her arms fell from his scalp to shield her face, her
hands jittering.

“I’m…I’m…” She barely whispered, her face scrunched up, eyes closed tight lost in the most
delicious agony.

“Holy fuck, you’re going to push me over the edge” Draco gasped, his face suddenly filled with
panic as his eyes darted between her face and her chest.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m so close, I need to…” He moved to pull out but her legs locked into place her
eyes flying open.
“No! No no no, I want- Please! Please.” She gasped, clinging to his shoulders, holding so tightly
her nails buried into the skin drawing little pricks of blood.

Draco pushed against her arms and legs gently trying to coax them open,

“It’s not smart Granger, it isn’t a good idea-“

“Please knot me. Draco. I want you to knot me.”

Her face was so lucid and so sincere. Draco blinked in shock before picking up his pace again,
working back up to the edge that had slipped away for a moment but was coming crashing back
just centimeters from his grasp.

“Are you sure?” He asked as he pounded into her harshly, breath catching in his chest, the desk
beneath them loudly protesting.

“Yes!”

Although the knot had formed a little while after they started he had only allowed himself to go
deep enough for it to brush against her, never further. But he was playing with fire now, his
pleasure spiking to its pinnacle. He gave one harsh thrust and he was home, so tightly embedded
that there was not a physical way he could back out. He gasped clutching his forehead hunched
over her with both eyes screwed shut, a stuttering moan of ruthless pleasure escaping his lips as his
body trembled; his cock twitched rhythmically unloading an unspeakable amount of hot release
into her.

Hermione gasped in pain, her hands clawing at him, trying to free her self, panic rising to the
surface.

“Oh fuck it’s big, oh fuck it’s too big. It’s stretching too much. I don’t think I can…Draco. Draco!
It hurts, it hurts I can’t, I can’t…it’s too much!” She whimpered, her words turning into a cry.

Draco opened his eyes in panic, unable to move away.

“Fuck!” He looked around wildly, eyes locking on his trousers which lay all the way across the
room.

He shouted a couple choice curses before spotting his wand on the floor nearby. He reached down,
just barely able to scoop it up without adjusting their positions and summoned his trousers. They
landed obediently in his hands and he pulled out an antidote, ripping the cork out with his teeth.

“Wait!” Hermione screamed, throwing her hands up in the air.

Draco froze, cork still in his mouth, eyes fixed on her, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

“If we use it now we won’t be able to see if it can stop a heat at the harshest part before it starts.
For the sake of the experiment we need to wait this out until the next round! You said that’s what
we would do!” She shrieked, reaching for the vial. He yanked it away from her hands careful not to
spill any.

“Fuck the experiment, you’re in pain-I’m hurting you. This is how I can fix this-”
“No!” She howled, wriggling under him a little, inadvertently squeezing. He crumpled as another
wave of orgasms washed over him against his own volition. Hermione took the opportunity to
snatch the cork and the vial from him, carefully stoppering it and tucking it into the drawer of her
desk. He panted, opening one eye to look at her, sweat beading on his brow.

“Touch me.” She said quietly, “I think it could help. I think it’ll hurt less if I just relax. Touch me.”

He leaned over her, resting his forearm next to her head as he had before. His arm found its way
between them again working up to the rhythm he had memorized that made her fall apart every
time. Her eyes rolled back and her breath came in tight little puffs.

“That…that feels good.” She stuttered out, “It’s still painful, it’s so tight, but this is helping.”

Draco was staring at her with lidded eyes, pupils still blown wide.

“Oh…” She was beginning to tremble, her teeth chattering from the overload of sensations.

Draco held strong, maintaining his pace watching her like she was his own personal puzzle, reading
the little movements for clues to the finish line. He leaned in, breathing in her breath as she
exhaled.

“Oh fuck” She whispered against his lips, her voice trembling.

His lips brushed hers, his brows knitting together, her pleasure drawing out his as well.

“I’m going to…I’m almost…”

His eyes were closed, nose gently tracing a line down her neck towards the sweetest part of her
shoulder. His tongue darted out to taste her and they both broke, the pleasure causing them to free
fall into a white abbess of only sensation. They stayed suspended there, waves upon waves of
pleasure rocking them for what felt like minutes on end before finally relinquishing them.

Draco opened his eyes panting,

“Merlin, that was…” He just stared at her, shaking his head. She nodded in agreement,

“Holy shit.” She said quietly, blinking away the spots in her vision.

They stared at each other just catching there breath before Draco looked around and sighed.

“Do you think you could handle being lifted?” Draco asked, “Because as much as I loved this, and
believe me, I loved it, I would really rather be in the privacy of my flat in a comfortable bed right
about now.”

Hermione huffed a laugh, fighting a smile.

“Yeah, lets go. Sorry I was too out of it to use the floo earlier.” She rotated a little and grabbed the
antidote out of the drawer, and Draco fetched the other out of his trousers, grabbing both of their
wands before lifting her and walking to the floo.

“You started a lot earlier than I was thinking. My dose was only just barely starting to take any
effect when I could sense that I needed to go to you. Must have been the pheromones. Otherwise I
hadn’t planned to be there for ten more minutes. Lucky I showed up, or you could have been in
quite an awkward spot with Ms. Fletcher.”

Hermione blushed pink spreading across her cheeks and nose.

“I’m not sure what I would have done, I couldn’t think clearly.”

Draco carried her into the fireplace, ducking under the mantle. Hermione tossed down the floo
powder calling out Draco’s flat and the green flames licked their skin as they disappeared.

——

“I wasn’t joking you know, what I said before. I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else.” Draco
grumbled, his face buried in the pillow.

They had clambered out of the floo and into bed, carefully finding comfortable positions to wait out
their entanglement. Hermione stared at the way his usually straight blonde hair curled ever so
slightly at the nape of his neck from sweat.

“You don’t mean that,” She replied so softly he almost didn’t hear.

He looked up from the pillow finding her eyes.

“What if I do? Would that be so crazy?”

“Actually yeah, it would. We barely get along. When we’re not having the most unhinged sex of
my life, we’re fighting, there’s no in-between.”

Draco sighed, his eyes far away.

“I want us to work somehow. It’s not just about the sex for me.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and stared up at the ceiling.

“You say that while you’re literally still inside me.”

Draco huffed and smirked, but he worried his lip between his teeth,

“What could I do to keep you? How can I make us work?”

“Why are you being like this? You’re weirding me out,” She glared at him, expecting him to sneer
back at her, but his expression was so open and raw that it mad her pause, holding his gaze with her
golden brown eyes for a moment.

She examined his features critically, the handsome way his white hair fell into his eyes, soft pink
lips that she would rather kiss than breathe, clever sharp light grey eyes that cut into her.

“You have too much money. You should give to charity more.” She said finally, the smallest of
smiles playing on her lips.

Draco snorted in surprise.

“Really? That’s what will do it for you?”

She shrugged, “Couldn’t hurt,” she said seriously, not backing down. Draco’s smile turned
thoughtful. His eyes rested on hers before he spoke,

“I would give everything away if thats what you want.” He said seriously.

Hermione’s smile faded and her brows furrowed, lost in thought.

He leaned in and they kissed slowly, noses brushing, exploring the smallest details of each other.
Draco kissed up and down her jaw, taking his time, massaging her scalp with his long fingers.
Hermione closed her eyes, her lips parted. She was breathing so softly she could have been asleep
but for the occasional hums of encouragement for his efforts. He kissed the tip of her nose, the spot
between her brows were she stored her tension, her forehead and each cheek before returning to her
lips.

When they were finally free from each other Draco cast several quick cleaning charms to discard
the mess and Hermione disappeared into the bathroom for a shower. Her skin was already prickling
with the beginnings of another heat building up and she could tell she would need to take the
antidote soon. Draco seemed to sense this and followed her into the bathroom with the two vials in
hand. They showered off, scrubbing down each others tired scratched up bodies.

Draco’s hands lingered on the soft planes of hers, dragging the soap down her curves, down her
thighs, lingering on her backside and massaging her shoulders. She turned so he could do more on
her front and he sighed happily, working his way down.

“Funny, I don’t recall getting particularly dirty here,” She teased after he had spent and inordinate
amount of time on her chest.

“Just being thorough,” He said, not even bothering to raise his eyes from the task at hand.

Draco delicately ran the dark wood of his wand across Hermione’s back and arms, murmuring little
spells to erase the scrapes left from the harsh cement. Hermione peered over her shoulder at the
freshly healed skin and nodded. She turned him around sneaking a glance down his body, the way
the toned muscles carved together, scars littering the soft white flesh. She gasped when her eyes fell
on the red angry claw marks littering his back from her nails. She hadn’t remembered being that
rough with him. She drew her wand but he turned quickly, snatching the wood in his hands and
pointing it down.

“I was just going to heal these-” She said with a furrowed brow, trying to turn him around again but
he held strong, not budging.

“I don’t want you to.”

“What, why not?” Her face was incredulous, not understanding. Draco turned his head and looked
at his back over his shoulder with interest.

“Evidence of a good time.” He insisted finally. She rolled her eyes.

Hermione turned the tap colder and colder, until it was set to freezing but she was still burning up.
She started to pant, her hands running down her body in a panic.
“I need…It’s just…It’s so hot I can’t handle it…”

“Do you remember what we are going to do to help you?” Draco’s eyes were dark, and he was
breathing in through is mouth to try to block out her sent.

“Antidote. I can’t think, I need…I need help…” She was reaching for him, taking him in her hands
and lowering herself onto her knees.

“I want to…I want…”

“No no no no no, were not going to do that” He pulled her to her feet gasping and cursing like a
sailor. He set his teeth and handed her the antidote,

“Here, this will make you feel better okay? Take it.”

“I don’t want it, I want you, please alpha, please.”

Draco swore, pinching his arm until it bruised and hissed out in a rattling tone that shook the walls
of the shower,

“Take. The. Potion.”

Her eyes clouded and she took it from him obediently, downing every drop. He did the same, his
grip on the vial so tight his knuckles were white as bone.

After one agonizing minute of waiting, the antidote finally kicked in. Her temperature plummeted.

“I wasn’t able to override my heat long enough to take the potion on my own.” She said,
disappointed.

Draco looked thoughtful.

“No, but I think that actually was extremely helpful to see, I have a lot of ideas of how to modify
the antidote now. So that it can work better if administered later.”

They finished their shower and readied for bed, tucking sore muscles into the soft silk sheets.

Draco wrapped thick protective arms tightly around her, burying his face into her hair. His
breathing evened out and became rhythmic within minutes, exhaustion over taking him. Hermione
listened to him breath, rocking slightly against his chest with every inhale. She occasionally dipped
her head down to breath in the woodsy cedar smells that radiated off of his body and his sheets, her
eyes far away as she stared into the darkness.

When Hermione woke the sun was still low on the horizon. She listened for a moment to Draco’s
rhythmic breathing before carefully extracting herself from his arms. His brow furrowed in his
sleep at her absence but he remained asleep. She tip toed across his room, pulling a shirt and a pair
of boxers out of his dresser to cover her exposed body. She padded out of the room silently and
hustled down the hall and apparating home.

When Draco woke hours later he felt around the bed eyes still closed looking for Hermione’s warm
body, but when he found nothing his eyes flew open. He sat up looking around the room in silence.
He climbed out of bed, checking the bathroom, wandering around his flat and finding it vacant. He
sighed and collapsed into a black tufted couch heavily, rolling his head to look up at the ceiling. He
stayed there for sometime, not saying a word, worrying his lip between his teeth.
 The Analysis

It was much later when Hermione finally flooed back to her office to assess the disaster they had
left. The green flames licked her skin, lingering around her as she stepped out on slightly unstable
legs. She winced a little as she walked, favoring her tired over burdened muscles. She had just
started to pick up a tattered piece of shirt when her office door opened. She jumped, whipping out
her wand as Harry walked through the door,

“Working on a Saturday? I saw your floo light up in the Auror office so I thought I’d stop by to
chastise you-“

His eyes widened as he took in the state of her office.

“Harry, no. Get out.”

“What in the bloody hell happened in here…” The initial horror was fading from his face and in it’s
place was an impish smile that slowly spread across his features.

“It’s not what it looks like, I was just coming by to clear it up, I-“

“Hermione! Did you..? Who have you..?” Harry was walking around taking in the scene when he
spotted a dark coat laying in her office chair.

“Are those… Auror robes?”

Hermione raised her wand at him with shaky fingers,

“Okay, you’ve had your fun, now get. out.”

Harry continued towards the chair as if she hadn’t spoken at all, she cast a dozen spells at him
including a fully body bind, a stunner, anything she could think of to slow his progress but he
flicked his wand not even looking at her and blocked them without an ounce of effort.

“I suppose I should inform you that attacking an Auror is against Ministry Policy, as you well know
here in the legal department.”

“Harry stop!”

“And shagging in your office, though not explicitly stated is one of those ‘goes without saying’
rules…”

Having failed to curse him to stop Hermione picked up a small book that was laying on the floor
and threw it at him. He caught it with ease and set it on her desk, reaching the chair.

“What, you think they just give out the title of Head Auror?” He teased at her exasperated
expression.

He lifted the robes and a badge fell to the floor with a clatter. She rushed to pick it up but he was
quicker, scooping it off the ground with seeker reflexes and holding it aloft, high above his head
while she clawed at him. She waved her arms frantically jumping to try to take it back,
“Harry its none of your bloody business, Harry please-“

“Alright, whats this say then…Auror…Malfoy? Oh Merlin, no way.”

He brought the badge down to eye level, pushing Hermione back and keeping her at an arms
distance with apparently little effort while she clawed at anything she could trying to snatch it from
him.

“Malfoy is the one that shagged you within an inch of your life in your office?”

Hermione relented, hands falling limp at her sides, the blood draining from her face. Harry’s green
eyes were saucers as he stared at her waiting for an explanation. He was reassessing the room with
renewed interest.

“I can explain, it’s not what it looks like.” She said finally after a beat of silence.

“I’m all ears.” Harry sat down in her chair then stood up, eyes calculating if it were a safe place to
sit or not. He remained standing, spinning the golden Auror badge between his fingers thoughtfully.

“It’s just…for research.” Hermione said finally, clenching and unclenching her hands.

Harry snorted and then roared with laughter, clutching his stomach and doubling over. His hand
rubbed at his eyes brushing away the moisture there.

“That has to be one of the funniest, most Hermione Granger things I’ve ever heard-“

“Oh don’t laugh- its not- we’re not- he’s not that bad, he’s actually kind of sweet and-“

She floundered her face a dark shade of scarlet.

“Hermione, I work with him almost everyday, I know he’s not who he used to be. Malfoy’s a good
man.”

Hermione looked at him like he’d grown a second head.

“…What did you say?” She asked incredulously.

“Oh don’t make me repeat it- Merlin if he ever knew I said that I’d never hear the end of it..This
stays between us-” He pointed a threatening finger at her then turned and sighed, pinching his nose
and continuing, “Make no mistake- He’s still a pompous prick, and when he’s in a mood he can be
such a baby about absolutely everything- but he’s a good man. He works hard and gets results. He
and I have…learned to respect one another. Over the years.”

Hermione stood in shocked silence saying nothing. The gears were turning at lightning speed in her
head.

“Was this the first time, or…” Harry gestured around raising a knowing eyebrow as if looking for
confirmation of something he’d already begun to suspect.

Hermione whispered at a barely audible level “no.”

“Come again?” Harry asked, blinking excessively to prove a point and stepping closer.
Hermione cleared her throat,

“I said…No. This wasn’t…the first time. I mean, usually we aren’t brazen enough to…in an
office…” She covered her face in mortification, “So I suppose it was the first time here if that’s
what you’re asking- but no, we…we’ve…um…you know…before.”

Harry pursed his lips nodding.

“For how long?”

“Erm…Maybe a few…months now?” Hermione didn’t look up at him, eyes glued on a spot on the
floor.

Harry was thoughtful for a moment processing.

“He has been in a significantly better mood this year than usual, now that I think about it. A lot less
sulky.”

Hermione just stared at him, a frown tugging her lips into a thin line.

“You know what, I’m actually not that surprised.” Harry said, filling the silence.

“What?” Hermione replied incredulously, “What do you mean by that?”

Harry smiled at her pulling off his glasses to clear a smudge off with the corner of his robe,

“I mean, I don’t find it that shocking. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, or how he makes every
excuse to stop by your office. He also talks about you all the time, ‘Hermione this, Hermione
that…’It wasn’t hard to tell that he’s had a crush for ages. I suppose I just didn’t think you'd ever be
interested but clearly… I was mistaken.” He lifted his glasses back to his eyes, the corners of his
lips turning up softly. Hermione had deflated, looking lost.

“He talks about me?”

Harry laughed, “Yeah. A lot.” He snatched the book up that she had thrown at him earlier and
leaned against the desk crossing his legs. He opened the book and grabbed a pretend quill out of the
air and started to write,
“Dear diary, Today Hermione looked at me for a second. She looked like she wanted to kill me, but
it made me fall in love. Turns out thats just the face she makes when she’s gassy.” He said in a
snotty voice that was nothing like Draco’s.

Three books flew at him in rapid succession, this time hitting him.

“Ow, hey!”

Hermione glowered at him and snatched the book away, then grabbed the pretend quill.

“Dear diary, I’m Harry Potter and I thought it would be a good idea to shag one of my best mates
little sisters.”

“Ooooooh, that’s foul. Touché.”

“You deserved that.” She said pressing the book firmly into his chest. “No disrespect to Ginny
though, send my love. Oh and… I wouldn’t sit anywhere near that desk if I were you. Till I’ve had
a chance to thoroughly disinfect everything.”

Harry moved faster than she’d ever seen him go, wiping his hands on his robe in disgust.

“So you really didn’t know about his little crush?” Harry asked, keen to change the subject.

“Honestly? No. I had no idea. I mean, I suppose he calls me this little pet name that's a bit...you
know....and when we are intimate he is extremely affectionate and tells me all sorts
of...things...anyways I just never thought any of it was real. People say all sorts of things when they
want something, doesn’t mean anything. Not to me.” Hermione fussed with the ends of her hair,
pulling apart a curl and recoiling it around her finger. “And you never thought to mention that little
detail to me?” She asked, venom returning to her tone.

“I trusted you to sort it out. Didn’t seem like my place to say anything.” He shrugged, dismissively,
“Where is he then?” Harry asked, looking around suspiciously, a worried look crossing his face.

“Back at his flat I’d assume. I left this morning.” She paused, frowning, “Before he woke up.”

Harry whistled, “Wow. Cold.”

Hermione’s head snapped to him, eye brows furrowed, “What? It’s not like we’re serious. Besides,
I had things to do and I needed to get here before any prying eyes found the mess…” She looked at
him pointedly and Harry shrugged. “Hang on, what are you doing in the office on a Saturday
anyways?” Hermione asked, rounding on him.

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes, rubbing the faint scar on his forehead that had faded to almost
nothing.

“Just invested in a case, thought I might get more done if I were alone. Actually, I really should be
getting back to that…Ginny will be mad if I take too much longer here.”

“Right. And I’ve got a lot of cleaning to do so probably aught to get back to it..” Hermione chewed
her lip unsure what else to say. She spoke up at the same time as Harry-

“Don’t tell-“
“I won’t tell anyone.”

They looked at each other for a moment.

“Thank you.” Hermione said finally.

“Of course Hermione.” Harry said, pulling her into a hug.

When he left Hermione looked around the room in silence for several long minutes before finally
sighing and raising her wand.
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It was Monday afternoon and Draco sat at his desk pouring over the map of target locations. He
flipped through the case files he had put together on some of the suspects, his eyes fixated on their
schedules which he had duplicated on a calendar spread out on the wing portion of his desk. His
eyes were rimmed in dark circles. Sleep had eluded him much the last two nights in favor of tossing
and turning.

He leaned over his desk, a quill spinning between his fingers until a pile of papers flopped down
harshly over the map from above. He startled, looking up to meet familiar dark eyes and wild curls.

Hermione’s eyes were darting around his office, lingering on the wanted posters, the cold grays and
soulless black trim that divided the cramped space. Every available surface cluttered with maps,
posters and spread sheets. Inexplicably there was a comically large drum of peanut butter with a
bowl of deteriorating apples next to it that her eyes lingered on few rows down from Draco’s space.

She had never been to his office, it was always Draco who made the trip to hers.

“Erm, here. This is…my report.” She gestured down to the papers she had dropped on his desk.

“I see.” He said glancing down and slipping them into a drawer. He twisted an odd sort of
mechanism and the drawer clicked, sealing them away with complicated magic, “Thank you. I was
going to stop by later to see if you had them ready, but I suppose you beat me to it.”

He swallowed, his expression guarded, but a small smile fought to make its way to the surface
when he looked up at her. She nodded,

“I figured I might as well. I was nearby.”

She was never on his side of the ministry for any reason, they both knew this.

“I see.” He studied her for a moment, working his lip between his teeth, “Well, thank you.” He
nodded, his eyes risked a lingering glance over her body before turning down back to his work.

“Malfoy, I was wondering-“ She said suddenly, she rung her hands looking away from him, “Are
you…busy… at all…tonight?” She finished finally, shifting her gaze to him.

His eyebrows shot up and he answered a little too quickly, “No. Not at all.”

“Oh” She nodded, seeming to be already regretting asking. She chewed her lip.

“Would you like to get a drink with me tonight, Hermione?” He offered.

“Yes, that would be…fine.” She said in a clipped voice, but her face betrayed her gratitude,
“I’ll..see you later then?”

“I’ll be by your office around 5.”

“Good.” She nodded to herself and turned to exit,

“Good.” He confirmed, he was smiling now, a softness returning to his eyes,

“Oh and Hermione-“

She looked back at him, raising her brows.

His voice dropped to a whisper and he rustled in his drawers for something. “This arrived in my
mail for you-bit of a carless mix up really- it was supposed to directly to you, but…” He pulled a
letter out from his drawer and handed it to her.

“That’s…odd.” She said, frowning. She took the letter and moved to open it. Draco reached out
putting his hand on hers. He looked a little flushed.

“No- Not…here. Open it when you’re back in your office.” His murmured, his eyes darting around
in the unusually silent office.

Her frown deepened, eyebrows furrowing.

“Right…Well. I’ll just be off then.” She tucked the letter under her arm and exited the office on
quick feet, looking either way down an unfamiliar hall before picking a direction.

She leaned her back against the hallway just out of sight. She was just taking a deep breath to
steadying herself and return to her office when she heard voices on the other side of the wall. She
perked up and leaned in to listen, pressing her ear to the cool surface.

“What was that?” Someone was asking in a teasing tone,

“Oi Malfoy, got something to share with the class?” Another Auror taunted, apparently having been
in ear shot of the exchange.

“Oh piss off- haven’t you got a cases to work on?” Draco huffed.

“I have, but it suddenly feels terribly unimportant…” There was a shuffle of foot steps as someone
came closer to Draco’s desk.

“You’re investigating a mass murder.” Malfoy’s low voice was exasperated but there was humor in
his tone.

“I’m sure he can wait five minutes… Did something happen this weekend that you’re not telling
us? What was the report that Granger just dropped off?”

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat and her whole body tensed.

“Don’t be a nosy prat, I just asked the legal department for specification on a particularly vague
new bit of legislation. If I could have just one bloody day of peace in this office, swear to Merlin-“
Malfoy lied easily, not even missing a beat.

Hermione silently let out her breath, her hand resting over her rapidly beating heart.

“Well if that isn’t the oddest attempt at flirting I’ve ever heard of…-“

“Nott…” Malfoy warned, his tone threatening.

“What are you going to do next Draco, spout facts about common law marriages at her like
poetry?” Nott chuckled to himself.

There were several snickers and a heavy sigh from Draco.

“You know, I’ve heard a rumor that Aqua Tofana is making a come back in Italy…” Draco mused.

Several simultaneous yells all blending together exploded from the room as more Aurors joined the
conversation each spouting opinions,

“Malfoy, no! Rookie mistake- Never admit your weapon- ” Someone shouted,

“In a room full of Aurors? Are you mad? You use vanishing ink for those thoughts- Save it for the
manifesto post-mortem…!”

Theo huffed loudly, “If you’re going to murder me at least be clever about it- don’t be one of those
bragging morons who makes it obvious. Murder me right or not at all!”

“There’s no satisfaction if it’s obvious, ” quipped a voice that Hermione recognized as Anthony
Goldstein.

“I made no such admission- I simply brought up a fascinating bit of intel, completely unrelated…”

“Right. Be sure to wear gloves when you pour his tea, mate.“

Faintly in the background Harry’s voice rang out of one of the far rooms,

“I don’t pay you to sit around yapping all damn day long!”

A hush fell and Hermione turned to leave but then a quiet voice sounded and she hesitated.

“I thought we were getting drinks with all the Aurors tonight?” Anthony mused.

“Yeah Malfoy. You still owe me a round from last time.” Nott’s voice was fading as his steps
returned to his workspace.

“Sorry Goldstein, tell everyone to piss off for me, would you?”

“It’s been on the schedule for weeks.” Anthony whined,

“We literally go every week.” Draco barked back, shuffling something on his desk.

“Well yes, but it is on the calendar.” Anthony said laughing at his own joke.

“You really think I’d hang out with you lot over her?”

There was laughter and someone clapped him on the shoulder. She faintly heard someone say
“About time mate”.

She was smiling as she hurried away down the hall back to her wing of the Ministry, envelope
tucked safely under her arm.
Chapter End Notes

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 The Conclusion
Chapter Summary

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When Hermione returned to her office Ms. Fletcher pounced on her, waving a copy of the Prophet
in front of her and pointing to the article that had been published about their legislation.

“Look at this! Look! If this isn’t the fattest load of bollocks I’ve ever-“

Hermione stared at the paper, a look of surprised turning into horror as she gazed not at the photo
Ms. Fletcher was pointing at, but the one just above.

‘Name a more perfect pair! Astoria Greengrass and Draco Malfoy spotted Saturday having a
heart-to-heart’ The headline read.

Draco was pictured standing in St Mungo’s with a stunningly beautiful blonde woman standing just
inches away. He talked animatedly to her, a smile playing on his lips that slowly dipped into a
frown. She reached out and clasped his hands in hers and leaned in so close, smiling broadly with
gorgeous bright white teeth that lit up her face and patted their joined hands. Draco nodded at
whatever she was saying and smiled, his face relaxing back into an easy smile while gazing into her
eyes. Hermione watched it several more times, her jaw clenched.
Ms. Fletcher was talking to her about damage control when Hermione finally looked up at her, her
eyes vacant and cold. She listened politely, taking the Prophet and the letter Draco had given her
and leaving them on her desk, pulling out parchment and a quill and getting back to work.

It was almost a blessing that Ms. Fletcher stayed right up until the end of the day because it kept
Hermione thoroughly busy, not even breaking for lunch. When the day was over and Ms. Fletcher
finally left, Draco appeared in her office moments later as if he’d just been in the hall waiting.

“Okay, I have three options for you to pick between-I couldn’t decide how formal we wanted to
go-“ He started, walking to towards her desk with a wide smile that slowly dipped into a frown as
he took in her posture. She was looking down at her hands in her lap, her shoulders hunched. “-
Hermione what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Not really, I’m fine, I just..”

Draco’s brows furrowed as his eyes scanned her desk, landing on the unopened letter. He moved to
pick it up.

“-Oh. You didn’t open the letter..?”

“No. I was going to, but then I saw you in the Prophet and I-“

Draco snatched up the prophet, eyes scanning the front page. Hermione took a deep breath, her
eyes screwed closed,

“Look, in the beginning I only agreed to start all of this with you because I didn’t think feelings
would get involved, it was supposed to be low stakes and just for fun-“

She ran her hands through her hair and slouched into herself, taking up less space.

Draco's eyes snapped up to her from the papers where they had been.

“We’ve obviously had chemistry for ages but I thought I could stay detached but with all these
things you’ve been saying lately…some of the things I’ve heard… I just keep over thinking it…I
don’t know how to feel anymore, or how to not feel.”

She dropped her hands from her hair to clasp them in her lap tightly together, “I don’t know how to
handle it all when we are functionally nothing to each other,”

Draco had walked around the desk trying and failing to catch her eyes. He reached out for her hand
but she pulled away.

“I don’t want to be nothing, Hermione. I’ve told you-“

“-I’m scared. I won’t…handle it well when you’ve finally gotten… whatever it is you’re after from
me. When I’m just yesterdays news. The clown who believed your pretty little lies while you move
on to your next conquest. I don’t want to be made to look like a fool, Malfoy.” She pointed
accusatorially at the Prophet in his hands.

“Tori isn’t-“

“Oh Tori is it?” She scoffed, mumbling bitterly, “You’re close enough to have nicknames for each
other then? God I was stupid to think for a second-“

“We’ve been friends since we were kids, our families are close.“

“How very romantic. Congratulations, I’m sure you will be perfect for each other-“

“We were talking about you!” Draco shouted, pointing at the picture and slamming it down on the
desk.

Hermione froze, her eyes wide at his out burst.

He paused, cracking his neck and taking a deep breath before continuing in a more even tone,

“I was telling her that I’ve been seeing someone I’m really crazy about.You, Hermione. I confessed
to her that I’m worried because you almost never reciprocate affection, the harder I try to get close
the further it feels like you run…”

He stared at her, scanning her features while she sat frozen.

“She was saying that she could see how invested I am. To give you time, that you were worth
fighting for because she could see how my feelings for you changed me for the better.”

Hermione swallowed.

“But what about your secondary options?”

“My…my what?” Draco blinked, pulling his hand back.

“Before, when we were talking about the research project. You said I was your first choice but if I
said no you would explore your secondary options. Who are they?”

Draco laughed humorlessly and covered his eyes with his hand, rubbing his forehead as if to nurse
a headache.

“It was a bluff, there was never a secondary option.”

Hermione swallowed, sitting up a little straighter. Draco continued,

“It was always you or no one, Hermione. I didn’t want you to feel boxed in or to make a choice
because you thought you had to. It was only ever going to be you for me.”

Hermione’s jaw clenched and she fought the smile that spread across her face. She tried to cover
her face in her hand but Draco was watching closely.

“Was that all, then? Is the crisis averted? Can I take you out for a date yet? I need you to pick
between the restaurants I picked-“

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head and smiling,

“You said drinks…”

“I did, but then you didn’t eat lunch and you get all wound up when your starving so I was hoping
you’d just let it fly this time-“

“How do you know I didn’t eat lunch?”

Draco laughed,

“Because I’m bloody obsessed with you, Hermione. I keep tabs. I notice when you’re not taking
care of yourself.”

Hermione scoffed, but the tension that had been wound around her in a vise grip minutes before
had left her body and she couldn’t help but smile affectionately at him.

“I don’t get that wound up when I’m hungry..”

“Oh yeah and the ocean isn’t wet. Lets not pretend facts aren’t facts, Granger.”

They looked at each other for a moment before Draco picked the letter of her desk and held it out to
her.
“I was imagining this going a little differently, but here.”

Hermione took the letter, watching him carefully.

“Open it.”

She wasted no more time, ripping it open. The St Mungo’s crest was in the top corner. Her eyes
narrowed and she unfurled it.

Dear Ms Hermione Granger,

We would like to offer our sincerest gratitude for your generous donation of 10,000 pounds to the St
Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Thanks to your donation we will be able to
further our mission to aid those in need of medical aid-

Hermione read the rest of the letter in stunned silence. After the fourth read through she lay the
paper back on her desk, stood and flung her arms around his neck. He staggered back from the
force of her, laughing while winding his arms around her waist and burying his face in her curls.
When she finally pulled away he smiled down at her,

“Hermione, I have had feelings for you for so long. And I know you need proof to see that, and I’ll
keep proving it to you, however you need. I don’t want to be your nothing.”

“If I had of known you were really serious-“

Draco groaned, “When will I get it into your thick stubborn head- you are as clever as you are
obstinate-“

“-I would have provided you with an itemized list with highest priorities on a need basis; thankfully
St Mungo's would have been high on the list so it was a wonderful choice-” She said, as if hadn’t
spoken. She released him and paced around her desk, gesturing as she spoke,

“I am curious to know what your philanthropic goals are going forward. If you want to grow your
impact you should establish a hard number so that you can divide between the beneficiaries in a
way that optimizes every sickle- not to mention there are tax breaks that I can help you utilize so
that you’ll have more means to reinvest further into organizations if you are interested in longer
term goals..”

Hermione looked up, realizing that she’d been waffling on. She steeled her expression looking
down at her feet and adjusting her skirt. A blush colored her cheeks.

“No, don’t stop. I was listening.” Cool grey eyes met warm brown ones. The adoring smile he
looked down at her with was contagious and she melted under the warmth of it.

“Let’s stop dancing around each other. No more nothing, no more casual uncertainty. Be my
girlfriend.”

“You mean it?”

He leaned down, holding her shoulders and kissed her with a smile on his face, soft and slow.

“Yes.”
“Thank you Draco.”

The smile that crossed his face was more at peace than she’d ever seen him.

“Now please tell me more about these longer term goals of ours, Hermione.”

-A Few Months Later-

The atrium was packed with witches and wizards, both from the Ministry and not. Harry was
standing center stage, Malfoy next to him and a line of Aurors behind them. Harry’s voice boomed
throughout the space, amplified by his wand,

“And so it is with great pleasure that I award Draco Lucious Malfoy this badge of honor for
exemplary contributions to the Ministry and the Greater Wizarding Community of Great Britain for
his work in not only locating and orchestrating dozens of successful sting operations, but also in his
development of an antidote to help victims of the syndicate. He was single handedly responsible for
the capture and disarming of Undesirables 1 and 2 and as a result many people owe their lives to
him and his work. I hope you will all join me in celebrating his successes.” Harry said proudly,
pinning a badge onto a stiff looking Malfoy’s collar.

Several people wolf whistled and cheered before Harry stepped away and a roar of applause echoed
through the space. Malfoy nodded his head slightly, his eyes were darting through the crowd,
scanning until they found golden brown eyes and wild curls. A genuine smile broke across his face
and he winked. She rolled her eyes and clapped enthusiastically.

Draco held her eyes until his fellow Aurors crowded around him on the stage, clapping him on the
back and ruffling his hair. He glowered at them, but there was no real malice behind it and when
they piled in to hug him he embraced them back. After a moment he slipped out beneath their arms
and jumped off the stage swinging his weight on one arm. He ran up the stairs of the atrium two at
a time, until he was beside Hermione, taking her face softly in his hands and kissing her tenderly
without a care in the world for who was there to see it.

A roar of wolf whistles exploded from the stage before he pulled back, meeting her lips once more
and stroking her cheeks with his thumbs as he pressed their foreheads together before turning to
hurry back to the stage. As the ceremony commenced Hermione watched through the gaps between
her fingers, hiding her face behind her hands shyly but she couldn’t help the smile that was
plastered across her face.

-One Month Later-

“You really want to do this?” He asked, clearly nervous.

“It’s the only thing we don’t know yet. I just want to know if it’s possible…”
“We don’t know what the side effect will be, or if it will even be reversible. No one provided
reports on the phenomenon. We have nothing to compare it to except real werewolves and even
that’s just hearsay-”

Her gaze met his, “I know. I’ve researched it quite extensively. Which is why…I was just
thinking…We could try. I’m sure we can find a way to reverse it if we need to. But whatever the
outcome…I’m okay with it. Are you?”

He swallowed thinking for a moment, “I’ll…see what I can do about securing another dose. You
recall what that’s going to entail, right?”

“I do.” She nodded, unwavering.

He sighed, fighting the smile that twitched the corners of his mouth as he watched her excitement
at the prospect. She smiled openly in response and grasped his hands.

———

Hermione was running through the halls of the flat, searching for something…

She found a window, tugging it open. The rush of cold early winter air rushed past her filling the
hall and she breathed a sigh of relief, sweat beading at her temples. She fell to her knees resting her
cheek against the cold window sill. She pulled at her shirt collar, letting the icy air cool the clammy
skin of her neck and chest.

“Hermione?” A voice called from a different room. She groaned. There was a clatter and quick foot
steps drawing closer. She pulled her shirt over her head, desperately trying to reduce the fever that
was burning her from the inside out. Both it and her skirt were discarded, flung down the hallway
as if their mere existence offended her. A door opened and closed and he was there.

“Did you get lost on the way to the loo? What are you…? Oh-“

“I was just trying to get some fresh air, I can’t think straight, I couldn’t figure out where I was, I
needed air-“

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”

“I need you. Please, please..” Her voice was broken from delirium.

Draco lifted her up, pressing her front against the window so that her back pressed firmly against
him. He kissed along her throat, burying his face where her neck met her shoulder. She whimpered
and arched into him. His hand swept across her ribs, feeling down her stomach and disappearing
into her knickers. She gasped and the contact, immediately trying to increase the friction. He
pressed her chest into the cold window pane firmly, the cool glass making her nipples strain against
her bra. His free hand unhooked the clasp and the bra fell away, leaving her exposed, pressed
against the window for anyone near the London flat to see. His hands were moving faster now, and
she moaned, desperately wriggling to try and generate more friction.
He slapped her bottom viciously hard with his free hand, the crack echoing down the hall. Her cry
danced the line between pain and pleasure.
“You’ll take what I give you Omega.”

“Yes, whatever you want.”

His hands slowed and she bucked, fucking herself on his fingers. Another vicious slap, this time on
the other side, balancing out the pain. She yelped, trembling.

“On your knees.”

She dropped down as fast as gravity would allow.

He unclasped his belt, lowering his fly and freeing himself. He was already fully hard, straining for
her.
He pressed the velvet soft head against her lips, dragging it across to her cheeks. She eagerly
moved to take it in her mouth, but his hand caught her forehead, forcing her head back against the
window to look up at him.

“Do you remember last time, when we were in the shower? You got down all pretty for me on your
knees…”

She nodded eagerly, eyes wide. The Alpha in him was furious, having been denied last time by the
antidote. He would take no prisoners tonight.

He pressed the soft head to her lips. The potion had increased it to a size far bigger than anything
she’d ever taken in her mouth before. She bobbed her head, her cheeks sucking in as she worked
him eagerly, occasionally coming up for air. Her tongue traveled down the length of him, working
gradually back up to the head. Her eyes found his as her tongue played with the soft curves,
popping him back in her mouth with wet obscene sounds. Her eyes rolled back when he rewarded
her with a moan.

“Perfect. You’re perfect. Get used to the size before I give you more.”

She bobbed eagerly, encouraged by the praise, desperate to please. His hand found her throat and
she froze as he squeezed.

“I’m going to fuck your pretty little throat while you touch yourself, Omega.”

Her eyes were wide, but she nodded enthusiastically. His hands delicately worked into her hair,
smoothing out the wayward curls affectionately before finding a secure hold. He pressed her back
all the way against the window, his free arm providing a resting spot for his head so he could look
down at her.

“Work your way down your body with your hand. I want to watch you play with your nipples for
me.” He leaned in, holding her head still with his hand and thrusting into her mouth slowly, testing
her limits. Her hands shook as they softly played on her chest.

“Good, you’re doing so well. You are so hot with my cock in your mouth. I get hard every time I
think about it. Touch yourself lower now.”

He thrust in again as her hand traveled down, working it’s way into her knickers. His cock found
the back of her throat and her eyes widened, before pinching shut, fighting not to gag from the
intrusion. He pulled back, smoothing her hair,
“You took that so well. That was just practice. I want you to enjoy this, if you are not you can tap
my thigh with your free hand and I will stop immediately, do you understand?”

She nodded, her fingers already working her up to something, the anticipation building as she
obediently worked his head in her mouth.
“I won’t push you further than you can take, but I will push you right up to the edge. Let the fear
turn you on.”

He pushed into her again, going further than he had before, pressing her head firmly against the
glass of the window, trapping her there. She held on as he fucked her, her eyes welling up as she
gagged, but she made no move to tap out, savoring the total loss of control. Her fingers continued
to work, pushing her closer to the edge. He pulled out, allowing her to breath for a moment, then
thrusting back in, harder than before.

“So good, so fucking good. You feel amazing. Gag on my cock Omega.” He groaned, picking up
the pace. His hand traveled down to grasp her throat, feeling the way it bulged from him. He pulled
away to let her breathe again, dropping down to kissed her fiercely before returning to his position.
This time was the roughest yet, He fucked deep into her, his hand dropping down to pinch off her
nose so that what little air she had been getting between thrusts was completely cut off. He pounded
into her, taking out every bit of frustration from last time’s interruption. Her body trembled, she
was so close to the edge, her fingers moving frantically as her vision started to go spotty. Panic
pulled her hands up but she didn't tap, trusting that he wouldn't hurt her. The fear caused her to
splutter choking. He pulled away and she gasped, falling forward against his legs shaking.

He picked her up off the ground, her back pressed against the window, her legs hooked around him.
He was inside her in one smooth movement that tore a moan out of both of them, his hand finding
her immediately finishing off what she had been so close to. Her whole body shook as she fell over
the edge into bliss, broken strangled cries coming from her punctuated by hard thrusts. When she
started to recover he didn’t slow, his fingers working her past the sensitivity and right up to another
ledge. Her head was thrown back against the window, her eyes pinched shut, riding a never ending
wave of bliss. Every time it seemed like the wave might end a new one picked her up, carrying her
up, up, up. She didn’t remember finding his neck, buried in the scent of him. A force of nature, a
powerful body of water. Her teeth grazed the soft skin there and her canines responded
immediately, sharpening to points, ready to puncture. He groaned at the contact, panting. His hand
pulling her closer.

“Yes. Is that what you want, Omega? Take what ever you want.”

She bit down and the wind knocked out of his lungs, a strangled moan escaping his lips as his
whole body pressed hers hard into the window.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck-“ His mouth was by her ear, his breath and his moans tickling the sensitive skin,
making her hair stand on end. His pace was unrelenting, punishing as he fucked her into the cold
glass.

“Are you ready? Can you take it?”

She nodded breathlessly, her eyes rolled back unseeing,

“I need to…fuck I need to feel you around me, all the way…”
“Please..” She whispered, her nails digging into his back viciously,
"I'm going to fucking fill you up, fuck you so hard you'll be sore tomorrow,"

His pace became frenzied, punishingly erratic the closer he got to the edge slapping against her
harshly with every thrust,

“Oh fuck, I’m so close, I’m-“

He thrust hard, fucking his knot into her. She gasped, eyes saucers.

“Oh..!” She whimpered, her nails digging into his back, the scales tipping to pain rather than
pleasure. “It’s too much its too much, I can’t-“ His hot breath heated the sensitive spot on her neck
as he gasped, jerking rhythmically inside of her, filling her with a relentless torrent of release. His
lips ghosted along her neck, she felt a brush of a tooth and then a white hot explosion.

Every part of her mind dissolved, and reformed. Her consciousness completely detached, floating
separate from her body. She was aware on some level that Draco was stumbling back to the
bedroom carrying her. She was also aware on some level that they had been tucked under covers,
but her consciousness was too busy riding the biggest high of its life, basking in a current of pure
euphoria, too far gone be present in those moments.

She opened her eyes after some time, to find that Draco was doing the same. They watched each
other silently, saying nothing, not needing to. It wasn’t telepathy, it wasn’t anything she could
assign a word to, it was a shared knowledge, an understanding, a recognition. They had tapped into
the greater energy of the world, a force beyond them that welcomed them in like they were it’s
beloved children. She could see everything that he was, who he could be, who he had been. And he
could see the same of her. Every time, space, consciousness…it was all bigger than them, but they
were a part of it all, in every lifetime reaching out to each other without meaning to, dancing with
the universe into each others arms for all of eternity. At some point they closed their eyes, and both
drifted away into the deepest, most nourishing sleep of their lives.

When the sun had risen in the sky Hermione woke with a start, sitting up on her arms and taking in
the soft lighting around her.

“Holy shit.” She gasped, looking around.

Draco stirred, rolling over, his eyes pinched shut at the brightness, only one eye squinting open.

“Why do you wake up so bloody early..?” He complained, but then startled, eyes widening.

She looked at him, then down at herself in confusion.

“It’s gone.” He said simply, frowning a little and finding her eyes. “The bond is gone.”

She frowned, feeling the loss too. “I guess…I guess it’s something that you only get to keep if
you’re really a werewolf.”

She shifted her legs uncomfortably, acutely aware of the mess they hadn’t managed to clean up
before passing out.

“I’m going to go shower.” She raised her wand, tidying up the sheets, herself and Draco as best she
could.
 “Don’t disappear again.” He said, there was a smile on his face, but a edge of real concern too.
“Come back when you’re done.”

“Okay. I promise.” She said, smiling. She let her hand delicately run along his jaw, traveling down
his neck to his collar bones.

She shivered, looking around,

"It’s cold in here."

"Yeah, someone decided to open the window last night."

Hermione blushed as she remembered what they had done and where.

"I wonder if anyone saw..."

"I'd imagine several people did."

Hermione flushed, mortified.

"They probably heard us, too." Draco teased, enjoying making her squirm,

"Lucky them," He said laughing.

"I'm going to block all of that out now."

She stood to leave stumbling a little, struggling to walk and disappeared out of view only to
reappear a moment later.

“Okay- here’s a thought-”

He groaned, opening one eye to look at her,

“What happens if we take the potion again? Will the bond come back? We need to document
everything that happened, it was powerful enough that it ended the heat- and the last heat
influenced this one, so logically this last one would influence the next one-“

Draco threw a hand over his eyes and laughed.

“Really?” He said finally, “You want to do this all again? If I had have known the monster I was
creating…”

She beamed at him and they shared a look of amusement and affection before she teased,

“It’s just for research, of course.”

FIN.

Chapter End Notes

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