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Draco Malfoy paced the dimly lit Room of Requirement, his fingers drumming against the edge of the Vanishing Cabinet. The wood felt cold under his touch, mocking his every failed attempt to repair it. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the chill in the air. Failure wasn't an option. The Dark Lord had given him this task, and if he couldn't deliver, his family would pay the price. His mind raced with visions of Lucius in Azkaban, Narcissa's pleading eyes, and his own inevitable end. He slammed his fist against the cabinet, the sound echoing like a death knell.
That's when it hit him. A scent. Sweet, intoxicating, like wildflowers drenched in honey, laced with something primal and urgent. It seeped into his nostrils, curling through his veins like fire. Draco froze, his alpha instincts surging to the forefront, drowning out the panic. His cock twitched in his trousers, hardening instantly as the aroma wrapped around him, pulling him toward the door.
He wrenched it open, stepping into the corridor of Hogwarts. The castle was quiet, late into the night, but that scent guided him like a siren's call. Down the stairs, past the Slytherin common room, toward the Gryffindor tower. It grew stronger, more potent, making his pulse thunder and his mouth water. Unbound omega. In heat. Peak fertility! The words echoed in his mind, ancient knowledge from pureblood lore flooding back. She was ripe, her body screaming for an alpha to claim her, to fill her womb.
And then he saw her. Hermione Granger, that insufferable know-it-all Mudblood, slumped against the wall near the Fat Lady's portrait. How was she an Omega?! She has never shown Omega behaviour! Her robes were dishevelled, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she clutched her stomach as if in pain. Sweat glistened on her skin, her bushy hair sticking to her neck. She whimpered softly, unaware of his approach, her body betraying her with every shallow breath. The scent poured from her, thick and heady, making Draco's vision narrow to just her form.
Potter's little pet, he thought, a dark thrill twisting in his gut. Unclaimed. Ripe for the taking. His mind whirled with possibilities. The cabinet could wait, survival could wait. If he died this year, at least he'd leave a legacy. A Malfoy heir, sired in her fertile heat, halfblood or not, but powerful. Her intellect mixed with his pureblood line? It would be unstoppable. He could breed her now, knot her deep, pump her full until she swelled with his child. Possess her completely, bind her as his omega.
Draco moved like a shadow, his hand clamping over her mouth before she could scream. Hermione's eyes widened in terror, her body thrashing weakly against him, but the heat had sapped her strength. She was pliant, desperate, her pussy already slick and aching beneath her skirt, he could smell it, taste it on the air.
"Shh, Granger," he hissed into her ear, his voice low and commanding, alpha pheromones rolling off him in waves. "You're burning up, aren't you? Don't know what's happening to that filthy little body of yours." He dragged her back toward an alcove, away from prying eyes, his free hand yanking up her skirt to expose her soaked knickers. She bucked against him, but it was futile; her omega instincts recognised him now, responding even as her mind rebelled.
He shoved her against the stone wall, pinning her with his body. His erection pressed hard against her thigh, throbbing with need. Ripping her knickers aside, he found her pussy dripping, swollen and ready. Two fingers plunged inside without warning, curling to stroke her inner walls. Hermione gasped into his palm, her hips jerking involuntarily as slick coated his hand.
"That's it," Draco growled, nipping at her neck, right over her scent gland. "You're mine now. I'll claim you, breed you full. Potter won't save you this time." He freed his cock from his trousers, the thick length slapping against her belly, pre-cum smearing her skin. Positioning himself at her entrance, he thrust in deep with one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt in her tight, clenching heat.
Hermione cried out, muffled by his hand, her walls fluttering around him as her body surrendered. Draco didn't hold back. He entered her hard, each snap of his hips driving him deeper, his balls slapping against her ass. The scent of her fertility drove him wild. He could feel her womb calling to him, begging to be filled. His knot began to swell at the base, locking them together as he pounded relentlessly.
"Gonna knot you, Granger," he panted, his teeth grazing her shoulder. "Pump every drop into this greedy pussy until you're carrying my heir. Malfoy blood in your veins, our child will be strong, even if it's half Mudblood." Her body betrayed her fully now, milking his cock as an orgasm ripped through her, slick gushing around him.
Draco roared, his knot fully inflating, sealing him inside as he came. Hot spurts of cum flooded her, coating her cervix, ensuring it took root in her peak heat. He held her there, grinding deep, possessive growls rumbling in his chest. She was his omega now marked, bred, and bound. The Vanishing Cabinet faded to nothing. This was his true purpose.
Draco's knot throbbed inside Hermione, pulsing with the last jets of his cum as he held her pinned against the alcove wall. Her body trembled beneath him, slick walls clenching around his shaft in the aftershocks of her forced climax. But it wasn't enough. The scent of her heat still saturated the air, her fertile pussy dripping with his seed, yet he craved more, needed to flood her deeper, ensure every drop took hold. She was his omega now, and he'd fill her until there was no doubt she'd carry his heir.
He pulled out with a wet pop, his knot deflating just enough, cum leaking from her stretched hole down her thighs. Hermione slumped, gasping, her eyes glazed with confusion and unwanted pleasure. Before she could recover, Draco gripped her arm, yanking her toward the nearest door, an abandoned classroom, forgotten and dusty, perfect for his needs. She stumbled, trying to twist away, her voice a weak protest muffled by exhaustion.
"No... Malfoy, stop... I don't"
"Shut your mouth, Granger," he snarled, shoving the door open and dragging her inside. The room was dim, lit only by moonlight filtering through grimy windows, desks scattered haphazardly. He slammed the door shut, locking it with a flick of his wand. No interruptions. No escape. Her scent intensified in the confined space, driving his alpha instincts into overdrive. His cock, still hard and slick with their mixed fluids, bobbed as he advanced on her.
Hermione backed away, bumping into a desk, her hands pushing at his chest. "Please... this isn't right. I don't want..."
Draco grabbed her wrists, slamming them above her head against the wall, his body caging hers.
"You don't get a say anymore. You're in heat, begging for it without even knowing. And now? You're mine to breed." He crushed his mouth to hers, forcing his tongue past her lips, tasting her whimpers as he ground his erection against her belly. She squirmed, legs kicking weakly, but the heat betrayed her, her pussy clenched emptily, slick flowing anew.
Releasing her wrists, he spun her around, bending her over the nearest desk. Her skirt hiked up, exposing her ass and cum-streaked thighs. She fought then, twisting to elbow him, nails scraping his arm. "Get off me! I won't let you."
His hand cracked against her ass, the sharp slap echoing, leaving a red mark. "Fight all you want, Mudblood. It changes nothing. Your body's already mine, wet and ready." He pinned her down with one arm across her back, the other guiding his cock to her entrance. She bucked, trying to crawl away, but he thrust forward, slamming balls, deep into her soaked pussy in one brutal stroke. Hermione cried out, her walls fluttering around him, pulling him in despite her resistance.
Draco fucked her relentlessly, hips snapping with frenzied force, his balls slapping her clit with each plunge. The desk creaked under them, her body jolting forward. She clawed at the wood, sobbing denials, but her pussy betrayed her, tightening, gushing slick as pleasure built against her will.
"No... stop... I don't want your child..." Her voice broke into a moan as he angled deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.
"Yes, you do," he growled, leaning over her, teeth sinking into her shoulder hard enough to bruise. "This is your purpose now, taking my cock, milking my cum, swelling with my heir." He pounded harder, the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. Her orgasm hit like a wave, pussy spasming around him, forcing him to grit his teeth against his own release. But he held back, wanting to drag it out, coat every inch of her womb.
Pulling out suddenly, he flipped her onto her back on the desk, ignoring her flailing limbs. She tried to roll away, knees drawing up defensively, but Draco pried her thighs apart, hooking her legs over his shoulders. Her pussy glistened, puffy and open, cum bubbling from her hole.
"Look at you," he sneered, stroking his cock before shoving back hovering over her, folding her nearly in half. He drove deep, pelvis grinding against her clit, his weight pinning her completely.
Hermione's hands pushed at his chest, tears streaming down her face.
"Malfoy... please, no more... I can't..." But her body arched into him, hips lifting involuntarily as he thrust slow and deep at first, then building to a punishing rhythm. Flesh slapped against flesh, his cock stretching her wide, dragging along her sensitive walls. She fought the pleasure, biting her lip until it bled, but it crashed over her again, orgasm ripping through her core, pussy clenching rhythmically, pulling him deeper.
Draco groaned, feeling her milk him, but he didn't stop.
"That's it, come on my cock, Granger. Show me how much you need this." He shifted, her legs still over his shoulders, allowing him to pound straight down into her, the angle letting his tip batter her cervix. Each thrust sent jolts through her, her breasts bouncing under her half-open blouse, nipples hard peaks. She orgasmed twice more like that, body shaking, slick soaking the desk beneath her ass, but he kept going, his own release building.
Finally, with a guttural roar, Draco buried himself to the hilt, knot swelling to lock them together. Hot cum erupted from his cock, jet after jet coating the walls of her womb, flooding her fertile depths.
Hermione wailed, another climax tearing through her, her pussy fluttering wildly around his knot, drawing every drop deeper.
But even as his knot held, Draco wasn't done. He waited just long enough for it to soften slightly, then pulled out, cum gushing from her abused hole. She lay there, panting, trying to curl into herself, but he grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach again.
"One more time. From behind. So I can watch you take it all."
"No!" Hermione scrambled, fighting harder now, kicking back at him, her nails raking his thigh. "I won't! You can't make me carry..."
Draco slapped her ass twice, harder, then forced her legs apart, kneeling behind her on the desk. He yanked her hips up, ignoring her thrashing, and rammed his cock back into her dripping pussy from behind. She screamed, pounding her fists on the desk, but he clamped a hand on her neck, holding her down.
"You will. You're MY omega. Obey me. This pussy is for breeding. MY seed only."
He fucked her savagely, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangling in her hair to arch her back. Her ass jiggled with each impact, his balls smacking her clit. She resisted, body tense, curses spilling from her lips, but the heat won, her walls quivered, slick coating him as pleasure overrode her will.
"Fight it all you want," he panted, thrusting deeper, faster. "But you'll come again. And you'll take my cum. Our child is your fucking purpose now."
Hermione shattered, orgasm exploding through her, pussy clamping down like a vice. Draco followed instantly, knot inflating once more, sealing his cock inside as he pumped rope after rope of thick sperm directly against her womb. He ground against her, ensuring it all stayed deep, her body shuddering in unwilling ecstasy.
When it finally ebbed, Draco collapsed over her, still locked in place, his breath hot against her ear. "Good girl. You're bred now. Mine forever."
She whimpered, spent and broken, but her scent, sated yet still needy,told him the heat wasn't over. Not yet.