Chapter Text
Thursday 27th May 1999
Draco woke that morning after the worst night’s sleep he’d had since being thrown in Azkaban six months prior. He’d felt like a child on Christmas Eve, restless and desperate for the morning to come quicker, but far too excited with anticipation to fall asleep. Today was the day he finally got out of this hellhole. This was the day he got to see his friends and family after being separated from them for so long. But, most importantly, this was the day he finally got to reunite with Hermione.
Hermione Granger. The love of his life. His perfect omega. Merlin, who’d have thought he’d ever be saying that. The thought that the Golden Girl was not only speaking to him, but in love with him too? He was sure the media was going to have a field day if they hadn’t already. There’d probably already been a tonne of coverage of his trial and subsequent breakout but Hermione hadn’t complained once so perhaps it hadn’t been so bad.
He rolled off his cardboard mattress one final time and stood to stretch. He’d been spending the last few months trying to retain his fitness, no longer wasting away dreaming of getting out and instead preparing for his release. Every morning he would go through a routine of exercises he could fit in the shoebox they called his cell in an attempt to burn off some of the excess energy he was feeling.
Today was no different. In fact, he spent longer exercising today than he ever had. His Alpha was prowling just below the surface of his mind, restless and ready to pounce. Draco knew it had been too long without Hermione, too long of nothing but dreams of her, too long with his own hand keeping him company. The day was finally here and his Alpha was ready to take down anyone who kept him from his Omega any longer.
A guard roughly banged the bars to his cell and shouted to get his attention. Draco rolled his eyes at the brusqueness of it but walked forward calmly anyway.
“These cells are the size of a broom cupboard, the shouting is unnecessary. I’ve lost count of how many times I've told you that.” Draco said, waiting with barely concealed impatience for the guard to open the barred door.
“I can’t wait to be rid of you. You’ve got to be one of the most irritating prisoners I’ve ever had the misfortune of watching,” the guard grumbled, struggling to get the wand out of his robes.
“Ah, don’t say that mate, I know you’ve enjoyed perving over my letters and hearing me wank. Don’t lie to yourself, you’ll miss me.” Draco blew a kiss and winked at the guard, refusing to let anything dampen his mood today.
“Helga heffin Hufflepuff…” the guard muttered, shaking his head and unlocking the door. He stepped to the side so that Draco could exit his cell for the final time. “Follow me then, your mother’s waiting in the lobby.”
Shit. His mother? Why was she here? Draco had assumed that he’d be taken straight to the ministry to sign the paperwork for his probation, meet Hermione, and then take her home and fuck her into oblivion. His mother was not supposed to be present for that.
But, alas, there she was. As soon as Draco turned into the lobby Narcissa walked briskly towards him, her arms outstretched, pulling him into a hug. He desperately tried to hide the confusion on his face, and embraced his mother back. After all, he had missed her.
“Oh, my dragon. I’m so glad you’re finally out of this place. There’s a couple forms they need you to sign and then I get to take you straight back to the manor. How wonderful is that?”
“Um, yes wonderful, mother. I just-”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of everything. I didn’t want you to have to worry about the details. Let's just get you out of this awful place, it always chills me to my bones.”
His mother guided him to the desk, where the guards took him through the magical contracts he needed to sign, limiting his travel and monitoring his magic usage for the next 12 months. Once they were all completed, without any warning Narcissa reached for Draco’s hand and immediately apparated them to the reception at Malfoy Manor.
Disorientated from the unexpected side-along apparition and irritated that the day was not going as he’d been dreaming about, Draco turned to snap at his mother. Before he could even get a single word out he was hit with the overwhelming scent of jasmine and sandalwood.
He whipped his head around, searching for his mate, her scent so strong in his nostrils that there was no doubt she was nearby. He looked at his mother, frustration clear on his face. Narcissa stood there with a smug grin.
“Now Draco, before you bite my head off, please do try to remember that I defied the Dark Lord to protect you. Did you really think I’d keep you from her on your release day? I just didn’t want you going into a rut in the middle of the Ministry of Magic. We do still have some dignity to maintain.”
“Mother, I love you but I need you to tell me where Hermione is. My alpha is barely contained right now, and I don’t want anything drastic to happen,” he said in a low, rough voice.
Narcissa scoffed and Draco felt somehow chastised.
“You Malfoy men are always so dramatic. She’s in your quarters. The house elves are prepped for the next week, and I’ve made sure you’ll have all the privacy you need. I’ll be staying in the London apartment for the next few days, so don’t worry about me.” She placed a hand on his cheek. “Enjoy yourself, my dragon. Make her yours. And I wouldn’t mind some grandchildren, while you’re at it.”
She winked at him and left him standing, mouth agape in the middle of the reception room. His mother was a saint. He’d get the elves to cut her fresh flowers every day for the next year. In fact, maybe he’d do it himself. Not right now though.
Draco jogged down the corridor to his set of rooms, the scent of his Omega getting stronger the closer he got. Fuck, he was nearly feral, Hermione wasn’t going to know what hit her. He reached the door to his sitting room, took a deep breath to centre himself and opened the door.
There she was, pacing back and forwards in front of the sofa, chewing on her lip and running her hands through her hair. His Hermione. She was more beautiful than he remembered. Wearing a little red sundress and cream cardigan, she was radiant. Her skin glowed with a tan she had no right having at the end of May, and her hair had streaks of gold in it.
Draco was totally enraptured by her.
“There she is. My Golden Girl.”
“Draco!” She spun around and ran towards him, leaping into his arms and wrapping her legs around him. He held her close, arms secure around her waist and under her thighs, peppering her face and neck with kisses.
“Oh love, I can't tell you how much I missed you.” Draco said in between kisses. “Wait, Hermione, I want to do this properly, let me put you down.”
She hopped down from him and took a step back, reaching for his hands to clasp in hers. He could see from her eyes that her heat was close, maybe only a few hours away, and he knew how he wanted to spend those hours.
“Hermione, do you mind if I shower and change first? I have some things I want to say to you, and I’d rather not do it looking and smelling like this.”
Disappointment flashed across her face, but she smiled at him and nodded. “Of course Draco, it must be horrible still being in those clothes. For what it’s worth though, I don’t think you smell bad at all.”
He smirked at her, pulling her in for a kiss. His first kiss with her as a free man. Well, mostly. She tasted like honey and he couldn’t resist sliding his tongue alongside hers, deepening the kiss and stealing a sigh from her throat as she clutched his biceps. He pulled away, and placed a small kiss on her forehead. She already looked debauched, lips a little swollen, pupils slightly dilated, chest starting to heave as she panted. He was half tempted to invite her into the shower with him but he knew then that he’d never get to say what he wanted to say if he did.
He directed her to relax on the sofa and wait while he cleaned up and headed into the bathroom. He reached for the taps and water started flowing out of the showerhead, big steamy clouds forming and inviting Draco in. He undressed, leaving his prison clothes on the floor for the elves to set on fire later and stepped under the water.
He let out a long breath. He hadn’t had a shower in the longest time. Maybe even before the Battle? Salazar knows they didn’t let him wash in Azkaban, just routine scourgifies to avoid any illnesses spreading. Before that he had only been allowed a handful of shallow baths when he was in the ministry cells before his trial. Oh, and the baths he’d had with Hermione in her heat, but he’d never ended up very clean after those. The hot water on his back now was bliss, the pressure pounding out the knots that he’d built up from sleeping on that joke of a mattress for six months.
He could have spent hours in there but his Alpha was getting angry now, heating Draco’s blood and filling his mind with adrenaline. Why was he shutting himself up in here when his beautiful Omega was waiting patiently for him in the next room? He turned off the water and dried himself down, grabbing a pair of jogging bottoms and a loose t-shirt from a pile of clean clothes in the corner of the bathroom.
Hermione leapt up the minute he opened the door back to the sitting room, twisting the hem of her dress in her hands. He could smell the anxiety seeping into her scent and rushed over to her, rubbing his hands over her shoulders to try and soothe her nerves.
“Hermione, love, sit down, let’s get the talking out of the way before I lose my mind,” he lowered them to the sofa. “Darling, I’m so happy that you’re here, waiting for me, I was going spare when I thought my mother had interfered and you’d be left waiting for me at the Ministry.”
“She sent me an owl a few weeks ago asking me to come and stay when you were released. It was so hard to keep it a secret from you in my letters, but I wanted you to be surprised. Honestly, I thought she’d spill to you when she picked you up. She’s almost been more excited about this than me,” she blushed, looking down at her hands in her lap.
“Please tell me she’s not said anything about grandchildren to you too…”
“She may have mentioned something, a couple of times…” Hermione giggled.
“It’s in her blood to meddle I swear, it’s an absolute nightmare.” Draco groaned in embarrassment. “ Well, in any case, I’m so happy you’re here. There’s things I’ve wanted to say to you in person for the longest time, Hermione, and now here we are.” He took a deep breath and took her hands in his, prompting her to look up at him.
“Hermione, you have been the greatest thing to happen to me, not only in the last six months, but in my whole life. You are fire personified, you are powerful and destructive to those who are against you, while also bringing light and warmth to the ones who you love and care for. I think I am one of few who can say I have experienced both sides of that fire. You are ferocious and kind. You are strong-willed and gentle. You are terrifying and utterly adorable.
“Your letters and your love were the only things keeping me sane within Azkaban. That, and the memory of how fucking delicious you taste-” Hermione shoved him in the arm as he laughed at her scandalized face.
“In all seriousness, you make me so fucking happy, and I honestly can’t believe that I get to call you mine. And on that note…”
He slid off the sofa and knelt on one knee in front of her. Hermione gasped, covering her open mouth with her hands.
“I’m a convicted felon, I’m a social pariah, and I don’t even have a ring to give you, Hermione. But I know that I love you with everything I am. Our magic saw fit to put us together and I will never understand why yours chose me, but I will feel lucky every day for the rest of our lives. So please, Hermione Granger, will you mate with me?”
Tears were streaming down Hermione’s cheeks. “Yes! Yes of course I will, you absolute muppet! I’ve already agreed! I love you!”
“I know, but I wanted you to have a proper story to tell people-” She cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing her mouth to his, kissing him fiercely. He could feel the love she was pouring into him, doing her best to convince him of her obsession with him.
He reached for her waist and pulled her to straddle his hips, snogging her senseless on the sitting room rug, one hand gripping her hip tightly and the other creeping up her back to her hair. He took a handful of her beautiful curls and tugged, pulling her head back as she moaned wantonly, and licked a stripe from her collarbone to her ear, going back to suckle over her mating gland.
She was grinding in his lap now, her core directly over his cock with just two thin bits of fabric separating them as Draco felt himself fully harden beneath her. He pulled her hair again, turning her to look at him, her eyes black and her lips red and glistening.
“Darling, we need to move. I’m not mating you on the floor no matter what I said I was willing to do for you. Can you stand, baby?”
She nodded and shuffled off him, reaching for his hand when she stood to help him to his feet. Once he was upright, he swept Hermione up into his arms and carried her through to his bedroom, throwing her onto his bed.
The room looked the same as it always had, dark wooden furniture, emerald green silk sheets, a slytherin boy’s wet dream. And now, years and a whole war later, with his omega in the middle of his bed? Sixteen year old Draco would have come in his pants at the sight alone.
“How are you feeling?” he asked her, as she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him hungrily.
“Fucking fantastic, my Alpha just proposed to me and I believe I’m about to have the best sex of my life … what do you think?” She scoffed at him.
“I meant how are you feeling in terms of your heat, don’t be a brat, darling,” he smirked down at her from the end of the bed. Merlin, they were going to have a lot of fun together.
“The omega is there, I can feel her and I’m getting warm,” Hermione mused, “but I think we have another hour maybe?”
He looked down at her, a devilish grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. Wonderful. He was going to devour her.
He tore his t-shirt over his head, standing before her in nothing but his jogging bottoms, his cock tenting the grey fabric and leaving a dark spot where his precome had seeped through.
Before he could kneel up onto the bed, she turned and crawled towards him, pulling herself up to his height and kissing him. Hermione ran her hands over his scalp, scraping her nails down his chest to the elastic of his trousers, teasing the skin around the band.
“Draco… while I’m still lucid… Will you let me?” She whispered against his lips, his cock twitching from the sensation of her fingers.
Draco swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort, and nodded his head. Hermione began to kiss down his body, sucking on his prison tattoo, licking his scars and nibbling the edges of his muscles until she was face-to-face with the tent in his trousers. She gave one quick kiss to his fabric covered cock before she pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed and she slipped to the floor.
“Much better,” she said and shimmied his joggers down to his ankles.
Draco forgot what words were at this moment. His hands were clenched tight at his sides, his cock bobbing in the air between them. Hermione leaned forward and tentatively licked the bead of precome on the tip of his cock before slowly enveloping the head within her hot mouth. Draco let out a deep groan and raised one of his hands to the nape of her neck, not pushing, just resting. He just wanted to touch her in every way possible.
Hermione grabbed the base of his cock and pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connecting them.
“Fuck, baby, you look so good like this, on your knees for me.” Draco said, arching his head back, the hand that wasn’t in Hermione’s hair reaching behind him so he could lean back to give her more space.
Hermione smirked then leaned back in and began kissing and licking her way up and down his shaft, getting acquainted with it, teasing him in every way possible. She made her way back up to the head, her tongue poking out of her mouth to circle it, before taking him in her mouth fully and lowering herself halfway down his cock. Draco felt himself hit the back of her throat, and when she swallowed around him, he couldn’t suppress a whimper.
“You are wearing,” Draco took a deep breath and stuttered as she took him deep into her throat again, “far too much clothing.”
She ignored him and kept bobbing her head, getting his cock absolutely slick with her spit. Far too quickly, he felt the telltale pressure that his knot was going to start forming so he gently moved his hand from Hermione’s neck and cupped her face, pulling her off of him.
“I have been far too alone and you are far too sexy for me to last much longer. Get on the bed, I want to taste you too.” Draco said, standing and stepping out of the pants around his ankles.
Draco reached out a hand and pulled Hermione up from the floor, impatiently vanishing the clothes off her body, taking in the beautiful blush that spanned from her freckled cheeks to the tips of her breasts. With a laugh, Draco picked her up by her thighs and gently tossed her into the centre of the bed.
“My turn, darling,” he said, crawling in-between her thighs, “Remember what I said in my letter? I need you sated and relaxed before I give you my knot. How many orgasms do you think you can give me before you need more?”
Hermione’s blush on her cheeks deepened but she looked him straight in his eyes, “I guess that depends on how much effort you’re willing to put in.”
Draco smirked and wasted no time in throwing her legs over his shoulders, leaning down to lick through her folds, straight to her clit. He focussed in on it, sucking it into his mouth, and teasing the tip with his tongue, causing her legs to shudder around him.
Hermione’s moans were muffled by the way her thighs were clenching around his ears but the sound still went straight to his cock just the same. Using one arm to keep her hips pinned to the bed, Draco brought his other around to tease his fingers around her opening.
“More, Draco, please,” she begged, her hand trying to find purchase on his shaved head to push him closer. Not wanting to make her too desperate as he still wanted her lucid enough when he knotted her, he obliged easily and pushed a finger inside. She was so slick already, her heat rapidly approaching, that he pulled out and easily inserted a second.
Hermione’s moans were getting louder, the pressure on the back of his head from her hand increasing. He kept fucking his fingers into her, curling them to press on her front walls, trying to find that delicious spot that would make her see stars. He continued sucking and flicking at her clit with his tongue until he felt the telltale clench that she was about to orgasm.
With a groan that made Draco harder than he had ever been in his life, Hermione came, a rush of slick coating his face and hand. Draco slowed down to work her through her aftershocks and then slowly started moving his fingers again.
“Draco,” Hermione moaned, the vowels long and drawn out, “I’m good, I promise- I want to mate with you, I need you to bite me, honestly- I'm getting desperate, please, I'm begging you-”
“Soon, darling, just one more and then you’ll get my cock.” Draco said, smirking, then lightly began teasing her clit with his tongue again. Hermione squirmed but didn’t stop him, clearly enjoying how intense it felt to be touched so close after orgasm, while still not fully in heat.
Draco began to lick her cunt in earnest then, the taste of her on his tongue and the feel of her legs around him making him desperate to be inside her. This was his mate. This was the person he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Fuck, if she’d let him, he’d spend the rest of his life right here, between her legs, making her come as many times as she wanted.
Hermione’s slick had started to drip down his forearm and onto the bed when he felt her start to clench around him again.
“Oh fuck, oh shit, Draco, I’m coming again,” Hermione moaned above him.
Draco worked her through her second orgasm and eased his fingers out, kissing his way up her body until he reached her face. He cupped her cheeks and brushed her mane of hair off of her sweaty face.
“How are you feeling, love?” Draco asked, kissing her forehead.
“Fantastic, amazing, life-changing, need I go on or are you going to mate me now?” Hermione smiled sweetly up at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners. He was truly the luckiest man in the world.
Every sleepless night locked up in that cell, every mind-numbing day listening to the cries of other prisoners, every letter he’d sent and received from her, every moment in Draco’s life had led to this moment. The woman of his dreams, his perfect omega, lying beneath him, looking up at him with love in her eyes. In this moment, Draco knew that his soul was utterly lost to Hermione Granger.
Reaching down, he lined himself up and pushed slowly inside, his eyes never leaving hers. He watched her face as he entered her, her mouth going slack with pleasure and the golden brown of her eyes all but disappearing. He could tell she was barely holding on, that her omega was clawing at her to be free.
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you,” Draco said in a gravelly voice, “I’m going to knot you. I’m going to fill you so full with me, my seed will be dripping out of you for days. I’m going to bite you, and mate you, and make you mine forever.”
Draco started fucking Hermione in earnest now, leaning forward to bite gently at her mating gland, not yet piercing the skin. She writhed and whimpered below him.
“I’m going to bite you right here, darling. I’m going to push my knot so fucking deep inside you and then I’m going to pierce your skin and mark you forever.” Draco panted in her ear, “And don’t forget, my lovely, lovely girl. You’re going to bite me too, remember? You may be mine but every ounce of my being, every piece of my magic, is yours too.”
Hermione’s moans echoed within the room around them. She was beginning to clench down on his cock, her nails digging into his back from the fast arrival of her third orgasm.
“Yes, yes I want that. I need that, Alpha. Fuck me, knot me, mate me, please!”
Draco felt his knot start to expand, her clenching walls getting almost too tight for him to fit inside. With one last thrust he forced his way in and locked himself to her, the crest of his orgasm so close he could taste it.
He didn’t try to stop his instincts this time. Draco leaned over his omega’s bared neck, and bit right down into her mating gland.
Colour exploded behind his eyes, his whole body caught fire with a feeling he couldn’t begin to describe. He opened his jaw and let out a loud groan of pleasure as Hermione screamed in ecstasy, her whole body shaking beneath him.
“Your turn, baby, please- Make me yours.” He panted.
Hermione dragged her half lidded eyes to his face. Draco cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth to his neck, her heaving breath tickling the gland there. She gave him one sweet kiss and then she bit down, piercing the skin.
He could feel their souls coming together, their entire lives centring around one focal point. He could feel her heartbeat flowing through his veins, her breaths expanding his lungs. Even their own unique scents had combined to something so wonderful, so beautiful, it brought tears to his eyes.
Draco lowered Hermione’s head back to the bed and then rested his forehead against hers.
“I love you, Hermione.” Draco choked out through the emotion clogging his throat.
“I love you too. Forever.” Hermione said back, her smile taking up her entire face.
Draco had a lot of things he regretted about his life, being a prat throughout school, his blood purity beliefs, fighting on the wrong side of a war, but if he had a time turner he wouldn’t go back and change any of it.
All of those choices lead him right to this moment. Right to the moment where his mind, body, and soul became connected with his mate. He would live the rest of his life atoning for his mistakes, that was a certainty, but as long as he had Hermione, his omega, by his side… well, Draco thought, that sounded like a fair trade.