Day 11: Alpha/Omega & Teacher/Student

Day 11: Alpha/Omega & Teacher/Student

The classroom buzzed with the low hum of whispered spells and the scratch of quills on parchment as Hermione Granger sat at her usual desk, trying to focus. She kept her head down, scribbling notes as Professor Bellatrix Black lectured about advanced magical theory. The room was warm, filled with the smell of old books and potion ingredients, but all Hermione could notice was something else—something dangerous.

Bellatrix.

Everything about her was captivating. She was brilliant, powerful, and commanding in a way that made Hermione's stomach twist with admiration and something else. Hermione had always been in awe of her professor, drawn to her sharp mind and dark beauty. But today, it was worse. As Bellatrix stood at the front of the room, her deep eyes flashing with authority, Hermione found it nearly impossible to concentrate.

Shifting in her seat, Hermione tried to ignore the strange warmth building in her chest, creeping down her body. The heat was distracting, but she pushed it aside, frowning as she kept her eyes on her notes. The scent of Bellatrix—an intoxicating, musky smell that always lingered around her—seemed to be stronger today, making Hermione's head feel foggy, her senses heightened as if the air in the room was pressing down on her.

She swallowed hard, her hand slowing on the page as the heat intensified. The words blurred before her eyes, and no matter how much she tried to refocus, something inside her was shifting, stirring in a way that felt primal. And then it hit her—hard and fast.

Her heat.

The realization crashed over her like a wave. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as panic surged through her. Her heat had arrived, sudden and overwhelming, and she wasn't ready. She could feel her body trembling as she tried to keep her composure, but the scent of Bellatrix—so close, so consuming—made it impossible to think clearly.

Bellatrix continued her lecture, her voice smooth and steady, as if nothing was wrong. But for Hermione, everything was wrong. The heat was clawing at her, her omega instincts pushing her toward submission, screaming at her to give in to the burning need building inside her.

Hermione's gaze flickered toward Bellatrix, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. The alpha's scent was wrapping around her, drawing her in, making her skin tingle with need. Usually, Hermione could control her heat with potions and discipline, but today was different. Today, she was in the presence of the alpha she had secretly longed for, and her body was betraying her, slipping further out of her control.

Bellatrix's voice paused mid-sentence, and she turned to look directly at Hermione. For a split second, their eyes locked, and Hermione's heart slammed against her ribs as a wave of desire crashed through her. Her omega instincts flared, screaming for release, for her.

"Miss Granger," Bellatrix said, her voice sharp as her dark eyes narrowed slightly. "Is there something the matter?"

Hermione's pulse pounded in her ears, her whole body trembling as she fought to respond. But she couldn't. The scent of Bellatrix was too strong, too overwhelming, and Hermione felt herself sinking deeper into her heat, losing control.

"I..." Hermione's voice came out barely a whisper as she looked up at Bellatrix, her wide eyes full of panic and something else—something she couldn't quite name. "I'm sorry, Professor. I—"

Before she could finish, the scent of her heat hit the room like a wave, undeniable and intense. Bellatrix's expression darkened, her nostrils flaring slightly as the change in the air became clear. The other students continued scribbling in their notes, oblivious, but Bellatrix knew exactly what was happening.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across Bellatrix's face, her dark eyes gleaming with something predatory as she stepped closer to Hermione's desk. Her movements were smooth, deliberate, as if she had all the time in the world. The tension in the room was almost suffocating as Bellatrix's alpha scent mixed with the omega heat pouring off of Hermione.

"You're in heat," Bellatrix purred, her voice low and filled with dark amusement as she leaned over Hermione's desk, her gaze never leaving Hermione's. Before Hermione could say anything, Bellatrix casually flicked her wand, casting a muffliato around them. If any of the other students found it odd, Bellatrix didn't seem to care. "How interesting."

Hermione's breath came in short, shaky gasps as Bellatrix loomed over her, the alpha's scent practically drowning her senses. It was making her light-headed, dizzy with a mix of fear and desire. The heat inside her was roaring now, pushing her closer to the edge, her body crying out for submission. For Bellatrix.

"I—I didn't mean to..." Hermione stammered, her voice shaky as her wide eyes flicked up to meet Bellatrix's. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and her whole body felt like it was burning up from the inside out. "I'm sorry, Professor. I—"

"Quiet, love," Bellatrix interrupted, her tone soft but commanding. She placed a hand on the desk, leaning in closer until Hermione could practically feel the warmth of her breath. "I can smell you from across the room. You couldn't hide this even if you tried."

Hermione's pulse quickened, her body trembling beneath Bellatrix's presence. It felt like the alpha's scent was everywhere, pressing in on her, making it impossible to think about anything other than the intense heat flaring inside her. Her omega instincts were in full control now, screaming for release, for Bellatrix to take what she needed. Hermione felt like she was losing herself, her control slipping away entirely.

Bellatrix's dark eyes glinted with satisfaction as she studied Hermione, her gaze traveling over her trembling body. The scent of Hermione's heat was thick in the air, filling the room with an unmistakable tension. "You've been so good, haven't you, Miss Granger?" Bellatrix's voice was a low, dangerous purr. "Always the perfect student, always so in control. But now..." She trailed off, her smile growing as her fingers reached out, lightly brushing against Hermione's flushed cheek. "Now, let's see if you can be as good when you're in heat."

Hermione's breath hitched at the touch, her skin tingling where Bellatrix's fingers made contact. The heat inside her surged, the need to submit overwhelming every thought in her head. She had never felt like this—so desperate, so completely at the mercy of someone else. But she couldn't stop it. All she wanted was for Bellatrix to take her.

"Professor, please..." Hermione whispered, her voice trembling as she looked up at Bellatrix, her eyes full of need. "I can't—"

"Can't what, love?" Bellatrix's lips brushed against Hermione's ear as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against her skin. "Can't control yourself? Or can't resist what your body wants?"

Hermione's body quaked at the words, her heart racing as Bellatrix's voice sent shivers down her spine. She could feel herself slipping further, completely losing any grip she had left on her control. Bellatrix's scent was too powerful, her alpha presence too overwhelming, and Hermione's body was betraying her, giving in to the primal need building inside her.

"I—I..." Hermione stammered, her voice barely audible as she fought to hold on. But it was no use. The heat was too intense, her omega instincts overpowering everything else. "Please, Professor..."

Bellatrix's dark laughter echoed softly through the room as she straightened, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Don't worry, Miss Granger," she said, her voice dripping with dark humor as she took a step back, her gaze never leaving Hermione. "We'll take care of that little problem of yours after class."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the weight of Bellatrix's words sank in. After class? She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on, her body trembling uncontrollably as her heat continued to take over.

"Bellatrix, please," Hermione whined, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with desperation as she looked up at the alpha. Her body was begging for her touch, every inch of her aching for relief. She couldn't handle the waiting. Not now. Not when her heat was tearing her apart from the inside.

The sound of her name from Hermione's lips seemed to snap something inside Bellatrix. Her dark eyes flashed with a mix of hunger and something more dangerous. With a flick of her wrist, Bellatrix's wand came up again, and the muffliato charm vanished.

"Out," Bellatrix commanded sharply, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. "Everyone out. Not you, Granger."

Her tone was so sharp, so authoritative, that the students barely hesitated. They scrambled to gather their things, exchanging curious glances but moving quickly, eager to leave the tense atmosphere of the classroom behind. Bellatrix's gaze never left Hermione, her expression unreadable but her eyes filled with something dark and dangerous.

The door clicked shut behind the last student, and the room was suddenly silent. The thick, suffocating tension settled in like a heavy blanket, pressing down on Hermione until it was hard to breathe. Her breath came in shallow, ragged bursts, her body trembling violently as the intensity of her heat swirled inside her, making her light-headed.

Bellatrix's lips curled into a wicked smile as she slowly stalked toward Hermione, her dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Look at you," she purred, her voice low and full of amusement. She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly over Hermione's flushed cheek. "My little omega, so desperate for me."

Hermione whimpered softly at the touch, her body quaking as Bellatrix's fingers traced her skin. The heat was unbearable now, every part of her body screaming to be touched, to be claimed. She had never felt anything like this before—never felt such a raw, primal need for someone. Her body was no longer her own. It belonged to Bellatrix.

"You've never had an alpha during your heat, have you?" Bellatrix murmured, her voice low and dangerous as she tilted Hermione's chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. Her gaze was intense, filled with the dark promise of what was about to happen.

Hermione's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths as she tried to respond. Her body was shaking, her skin burning with the overwhelming need that coursed through her veins. "No, Professor," she whispered, her voice trembling with both fear and desire. "I've never..."

Bellatrix's smile widened, her dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Oh, love," she purred, her fingers slowly trailing down Hermione's throat, her touch possessive and teasing. "This is going to be fun."

Without waiting for a response, Bellatrix's hands moved with swift confidence, sliding down Hermione's body as if she owned every inch of her. Her touch was firm, her movements deliberate as she pushed Hermione back onto the desk. Hermione gasped, her heart racing in her chest as her professor's fingers tugged at her clothes, making quick work of them. In mere moments, Hermione was left trembling and exposed, lying bare beneath Bellatrix's hungry gaze.

The air felt cold against Hermione's skin, a sharp contrast to the heat that burned within her, but it didn't last long. Bellatrix's eyes darkened with hunger as she stared down at Hermione, taking in every inch of her exposed body. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, and for a moment, Hermione felt like prey caught in the gaze of a predator.

"So beautiful," Bellatrix murmured, her voice thick with desire as her hands trailed down Hermione's thighs, spreading them apart with a rough, confident motion. "And all mine."

Hermione's breath came in short, desperate gasps as Bellatrix's fingers found the sensitive skin between her legs, teasing her with a touch that was both gentle and possessive. The heat inside her surged, the need to be filled, to be taken, growing unbearable. She couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips, her hips instinctively arching off the desk in a silent plea for more.

"Please, Professor," Hermione whimpered, her voice barely a whisper as she begged, her body trembling with the intensity of her need. "Please... I need you."

Bellatrix chuckled softly, her laughter low and mocking as she stood between Hermione's legs, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Patience, love," she purred, her hand trailing up Hermione's body, her touch possessive and deliberate. "You'll get what you need soon enough."

With a flick of her wrist, Bellatrix's own clothes vanished, revealing her pale, muscular body in all its glory. Her alpha cock was hard and ready, and Hermione's breath hitched as she stared at it. The sight of it sent a wave of panic and excitement rushing through her, the sheer size of it making her heart race even faster.

Bellatrix grinned, clearly enjoying Hermione's reaction. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Hermione's ear as she whispered, "Is this what you want, love?" Her voice was low and teasing as she positioned herself at Hermione's entrance, the thick head of her cock just barely brushing against her slick folds. "To be claimed by your alpha?"

Hermione's body trembled, her breath coming in shallow, rapid gasps as the tip of Bellatrix's cock pressed against her. She had never wanted anything more in her life, but the size of it made her nervous. She swallowed hard, her voice shaky as she whispered, "I—I'm scared."

Bellatrix's smile softened for just a moment, her dark eyes filled with something almost like affection. "Don't worry, love," she murmured, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Hermione's neck. "I'll take care of you."

And with that, Bellatrix thrust forward, her thick cock sliding into Hermione's tight, wet heat with a smooth, confident motion. Hermione gasped, her body jerking as the sudden stretch sent a sharp wave of both pain and pleasure crashing through her. It was too much—too big, too intense—and her body struggled to adjust, her muscles clenching around Bellatrix's cock as she let out a soft cry.

"Fuck," Hermione whimpered, her nails digging into the desk as Bellatrix pushed deeper, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, her body trembling as she tried to make sense of the intense fullness inside her. "It's... it's too big!"

Bellatrix chuckled softly, her hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts as she began to fuck Hermione, her cock stretching the younger witch with every movement. "Was this your first time, love?" Bellatrix purred, her voice thick with amusement as she leaned over Hermione, her lips brushing against her ear. "Were you a virgin?"

Hermione whimpered, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Bellatrix's cock filled her, the pleasure slowly starting to overtake the pain. "Y—yes," she whispered, her voice trembling as her hips arched off the desk, her body instinctively begging for more. "I was..."

Bellatrix's lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive skin of Hermione's neck. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice dark and possessive as her hips moved faster, harder, driving her cock deep into Hermione's trembling body. "You belong to me now."

Hermione's breath came in ragged gasps, her body quaking with every thrust as Bellatrix pushed deeper inside her. The heat that had been overwhelming her moments ago was now an inferno, the pressure building higher and higher with each movement. Every nerve in her body was alight with sensation—pleasure and pain mixing together in a way that made her head spin. She had never felt anything like this before. It was overwhelming, and yet, she couldn't get enough.

Bellatrix's hips moved faster, harder, and with each thrust, Hermione's mind slipped further into that primal space where nothing mattered but the feel of her alpha inside her. The slow burn of pain from being stretched so fully was fading, replaced by the intense pleasure that came with every rough movement of Bellatrix's body. Her omega instincts screamed for release, for Bellatrix to take her, claim her completely.

"That's it," Bellatrix purred, her voice thick with satisfaction as she continued to fuck Hermione, her thrusts relentless and deep. "You're mine, little omega. Mine to fuck, mine to breed."

Hermione's entire body trembled at the words, her omega instincts flaring to life, driving her closer to the edge. She felt completely out of control, her mind barely able to keep up with the intensity of what was happening. Bellatrix's cock filled her completely, stretching her to the point where she thought she might break, but the pleasure was so overwhelming she didn't care. She wanted more. She needed more.

"Please, Bellatrix," Hermione gasped, her hands clutching at the edge of the desk as her hips instinctively arched toward the alpha's rough thrusts. Her voice was breathless, desperate. "Please, I—"

But before she could finish, the words were lost in a cry of pleasure as Bellatrix shifted slightly, hitting a spot inside her that made her entire body jolt. Her nails dug into the wood of the desk as the pleasure built higher, burning through her like fire. She could feel herself getting closer, her body tensing as her orgasm started to creep up on her, overwhelming her senses.

Bellatrix's lips curled into a dark smile as she leaned down, her breath hot against Hermione's neck. "You feel that?" she whispered, her voice low and dangerous. "You're close, aren't you, love? I can feel how tight you are, squeezing around me like you want me to fill you."

Hermione whimpered, her entire body trembling as Bellatrix's words sent shivers down her spine. She could barely speak, barely think. All she could focus on was the overwhelming need for release, the desperate urge to come. Every muscle in her body was tight, straining as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm.

"You belong to me," Bellatrix growled, her voice possessive and full of hunger as her thrusts grew rougher, more demanding. "I'll fill you, love. I'll make sure you know exactly who you belong to."

Hermione's body quaked, her muscles clenching tight around Bellatrix's cock as the pleasure became almost unbearable. The words, the roughness of Bellatrix's movements, everything was pushing her closer to the breaking point. She couldn't hold on any longer.

And then, with one final, brutal thrust, Bellatrix's knot swelled, locking them together as the wave of release crashed over them both. Hermione screamed, her body convulsing violently as her orgasm ripped through her. Every muscle in her body clenched tight around Bellatrix's cock, milking the alpha's release as her own pleasure tore her apart from the inside.

Bellatrix groaned, her hands gripping Hermione's hips with bruising force as she came, her cock pulsing inside her, filling her with thick, hot seed. The sensation of being knotted, of being completely filled, was too much, and Hermione's body spasmed with the intensity of it all. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as her orgasm stretched on, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her until she thought she might pass out from it.

For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing, the tension in the air finally easing as they came down from the high of their release. Hermione's body was limp, trembling in the aftermath of the intense pleasure, her mind hazy and overwhelmed.

But just as they were starting to settle into the stillness, the quiet was broken by the sound of the door creaking open.

Hermione's heart nearly stopped as she glanced toward the doorway, her breath catching in her throat when she saw the unmistakable figure of Professor McGonagall standing in the entrance, her eyes wide with shock.

Bellatrix, still very much knotted inside Hermione, didn't miss a beat. Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she glanced over at the startled professor, her voice dripping with amusement. "Sorry, pussy cat," she drawled, clearly enjoying the moment. "We're a little busy."