The Adjustment

Chapter 2

A/N: A huge thank you to all my readers and reviewers! I cannot believe how many reviews the first chapter has gotten! You've definitely blown me away with your love. Thank you soo much!

I completely forgot to thank the very talented Maloreiy for her insights on chapter 1. She really gave me some good thoughts to chew on and this story wouldn't be what it is without her help. So thank you Maloreiy!

And I'd be nowhere with this story without the delightful VinoAmore for being Alpha/Beta extraordinaire on this. She stayed up late TONIGHT (!) to help me get this chapter in tip-top shape for you all!

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Draco

Draco woke with a start and a throbbing cock. He reached a hand into his pants, gripping himself tightly. Something smelled utterly divine and his eyelids fluttered as he started a slow stroke. This was definitely the hardest he had ever been. He was quite sure of that.

But Salazar, that scent made it impossible to think. The light streaming in through the curtains cast a soft golden glow around his room, as memories of the previous night slowly filtered through his mind. Smelling Granger the moment she entered the third-floor hallway had him rushing to his bedroom. Unwilling to face her once he realized she wasn't a Beta as he previously assumed.

Granger was an Alpha. It both disgusted and exhilarated him. Especially if he woke up like this.

Well fuck. He stroked a firm hand up his cock, spreading the bead of moisture he found there down his shaft. He had only spotted Granger briefly at the Welcome Feast, but he could certainly imagine it was her stroking him so firmly. Perhaps wrapping her lips around him and sucking.

Draco arched his back as the vision of Granger on her knees before him fully formed behind his eyes. Her tongue slipping over his cock in time with his hand had him panting. He imagined her opening her mouth as she stared at him with her big brown eyes and he fed his cock to her slowly. It was with that image in his mind that he came with a low growl.

Disgusted with himself, Draco reached for his wand and Scourgified the entire mess away as a flash of anger surged through him. He should have been the Alpha and she the lowly Omega. It was perplexing how a Muggle-born presented as an Alpha in the first place. He was almost positive he'd read somewhere Muggle-borns were almost always Beta's. It figured that Granger wasn't.

He recalled the moment she entered the common room the night before. Draco stood on the other side of his bedroom door listening to her movements, hating himself for it. But couldn't seem to stop the irrational desire to be close to her, instinct warred within him. If he wasn't careful, he knew he would find himself throwing his door open and dropping to his knees before her. Draco clenched his fists hard, biting his cheeks to keep himself from opening the door. He waited with bated breath as she grew closer. Her footsteps stopped just outside of his door and he was sure she was going to knock. Both relief and disappointment battled for dominance within him as he heard her steps grow distant. He finally released a breath with the sound of her door closing. While the last thing he wanted was to be confronted with the wall of pheromones that Granger was emitting, he also couldn't help wanting to bask in those hormones. They felt entirely too good.

Releasing a grunt of frustration, Draco rolled out of bed with a heavy feeling in his stomach. Somehow he knew that he wasn't going to last a week living with Granger. He could see it now, him on his knees begging her to take him and put him out of his misery. All because he couldn't figure out a way to 'turn off' his Omega hormones and tune out Granger's Alpha ones.