Mother,
For the remainder of the summer I will be living at Diagon Alley. The reasons are my own. Do not write or send for me. I am fine. I just need to be away from the mansion, from the current company that resides under it. The werewolf and Dark Lord have used me in their experiments as punishment for father's failures. However, I feel stronger, better, and now I know what I need. For that reason, I will be here in Diagon Alley, away from both, until further notice. I have a feeling we will not see each other before school starts, and if so I know that you will be well. Please do not write to me until school starts.
Draco
Draco read his quick letter a couple times before sealing it in an envelope. He took his wand and enchanted the letter so only his mother could open it before summoning a house-elf. "Give this to my mother," he demanded, handing the elf the letter. It disappeared with a loud snap and Draco stood up to stare at himself in the mirror.
"Alpha," he said, staring at his muscular form. "I am what that mutt called an Alpha now." He stared at his form, admiring his muscles, before moving back to the table where he wrote his letter. There was a letter opener, along with an empty vial. Draco took a deep breath and picked up the letter opener. He inhaled sharply and struck the blade across his hand. Blood spewed out and Draco closed his hand into a fist over the vial, squeezing as the blood dripped down. Through gritted teeth, he filled the vial and magicked his cut away.
"I need to see what exactly happened to me," he muttered, and with that thought in mind, he dressed in his clothes, which felt constricting, and his robe. "But first I need new clothes." With his objectives in mind, Draco left his room and left the Leaky Cauldron into Diagon Alley.
The wizarding street had changed dramatically recently with the rise of Lord Voldemort. Gone were colorful displays and packed groups talking merrily. Instead the sparse people still shopping huddled in scared groups, there were vendors set up along the street, selling talismans and trinkets that supposedly protect against werewolves and other dark creatures. Draco sneered at each one he passed as he made his way to Gringotts. Along the way, wanted posters of Death Eaters filled the walls, covering windows and storefronts. Draco did his best to ignore them all.
He stopped, however, to marvel at the only colorful display in the shopping district. In bright large letters, the store front practically yelled Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes and had displays of fireworks and joke items dancing around the windows. "Idiots," Draco muttered, and continued on his way to Gringotts.
It took longer than usual for Draco to withdraw money. The security in the bank tighten immensely, the goblins doubted him at every turn. It took him a full hour longer than usual to get his money, and he left the bank incredibly soured.
His first stop was to get clothes that actually fit. The first shop was Madam Malkin's for school robes. The owner was oddly silent as she fitted him for new robes. He did not feel like chatting idly, and so walked around the shop with a purpose, pointing out the robes, shirts, pants and ties he wanted and in what color. When he was done, he gathered his purchases in bags, and left to get more clothes in a better shop in Knockturn Alley.
The clothes shop, incidentally enough, was right next to the third shop that Draco needed to visit. This clothes shop, Draco smiled as he looked at the tight fitting clothing that fitted properly. If I am going to get Potter, I need to make sure that he cannot refuse me, Draco chuckled to himself as he examined a silk shirt. "I don't normally wear silk like this," he said aloud, "but I will try it out."
He brought tight pants that made his legs look flawless, some bracelets and necklaces to accessories, and, as well as to just flaunt his wealth and gift to Potter, and shirts that suggested and shown many of Draco's best features. He also made sure to get a robe with an Extension Charm on its pockets, allowing Draco to pocket all of his purchases. Draco was about to leave when, in the back, he saw something that made him smirk. It was a simple black collar. "Potter's a wolf now if the mutt is telling the truth," he reasoned to himself, "and wolves need to be properly domesticated." So, with a sadistic and perverse glee, Draco brought the collar.
With a smile, Draco left the clothes store in Knockturn Alley, and walked the few steps into Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary, a shop for potion ingredients. He walked in and went straight to the old man behind the counter. "I need ingredients to test blood," he said.
The old man gave a wheezing laugh and looked at Draco, eyeing him. "Whose blood you want to test, boy?" he asked.
"Mine. Now please show me the ingredients to test it," Draco said shortly. "I need to break down my blood's components."
"Fine, fine," the old man said, "I remember when I was your age I had a similar hobby, only I wasn't breaking down just blood." He left his story at that with a laugh and moved from behind the counter. He led Draco to a shelf full of dry ingredients. He pointed them out one by one, explaining how they would affect the blood. Draco brought them all, not caring about the cost. The shop owner just laughed at Draco's spending habits, but accepted the money all the same, showing him every and all ingredient that he can use to mix and distil the components in his blood. With ingredients, and tools purchased, Draco returned to his room where he had lunch and decided to get to work.
He first laid out everything he brought and sat down with his vial of blood. "That stupid wolf thinks he can do whatever he wants to me," Draco grumbled. "I will find out what he did exactly, and make sure that if he tries to do it to himself, he'll have a rude awakening." His first test was to see the blood's reaction to mandrake leaves. He placed the leaf on a small dish, and carefully poured several drops of his blood onto it. The leaf absorbed the blood instantly, and started to shrivel, turning red as a strong smell rose from it. Draco took a breath, and nodded, "Testosterone," he said, "Looks like a lot, why more than usual. That would explain the hair growth and muscle mass…"
Next, he took a bundle of wolfsbane petals and placed them into another dish. This time, however, when he dripped the blood onto them, the reaction was violent. Sparks flew from the blood/petal mixture, a disgusting hot smell lingered as both blood and petal burned, but only slightly. Draco coughed and wiped away the smoke with his hand. "Okay, I think that means I'm not a werewolf, but have werewolf properties? A werewolf like creature with higher testosterones? Just what the hell is an Alpha?" he grumbled in slight frustration.
The tests continued. Whenever Draco ran out of blood, he bleed more out of his hands. He did his best to record his results, but everything he did just led to him to more confusion and questions. Days passed, and nobody came to look for him thankfully. It was two weeks since he left Malfoy Manor. His rented room was full of notes and previous tests, his hair was disheveled, and Draco found himself at the edge of his frustration and patience. He watched as the mixture of mandrake leaves and dittany reacted to a sample of his semen, giving out a musky, hypnotic smell that gotten to his brain.
"That's it!" he said, standing fully. "I need a bloody walk." He went to the bathroom and showered, dressed in a simple button up shirt and pants, making sure that the top two buttons were unbuttoned, opened slightly to show off his chest and the gold of his necklace. Nodding approvingly to his looks, Draco left his room.
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Harry was used to wearing clothes that did not fit him properly. Growing up with Dudley, he was used to wearing clothes that were a couple sizes too big for him. That said, Harry could not help but feel agitated by his pants as they seemed to constantly sag, even with his huge butt and a buckle. It was near the end of July; Harry's sixteenth birthday was a week away and there was no hint of any Hogwarts letters. Without a reason to go to Diagon Alley, Mrs. Weasley was hesitant to allow anyone leave the Burrow due to current events. Harry wanted to honor her wishes, however with every day he spent there, Harry just felt more and more agitated. It wasn't the pull of the moon, which too was a week away, but something else. A need inside him to run, to be free and stretch his legs if only for a moment. So, with this selfish need driving him, Harry groaned as he written a quick apology letter that apologized for him leaving the Burrow and a promise that he will be back in a couple hours. He snuck to the fireplace, making sure that the living room was empty as he reached for the floo powder. "Diagon Alley," he said in an urgent whisper, and ran through the green flames.
He appeared in the Leaky Cauldron, and as he stepped out, a strong smell hit him. It was pleasant, strong, and oaky. It was a hot smell that somehow heated his body, causing him to flush as he felt his head going lightheaded, the scent seemingly invading the deepest parts of his brain. He needed to follow it. He needed to see where this scent was coming from. Harry looked around and only found that the only person in the tavern was Tom the Barkeep. The smell was definitely not coming from him. Instead, it seemed to be coming from upstairs. Harry allowed his instinct to lead him, following the alluring smell away from the fireplace and towards the staircase. He barely climbed five steps before he saw the source of the smell.
He was the most beautiful and sexy man Harry has ever saw. Strong muscles with a perfect face and dirty-blonde hair. His emerald eyes stared lustily with the gray, and both just gasped in recognition with each other. "Malfoy!"
"Potter," Malfoy purred. Harry panicked for a moment, but Draco Malfoy quickly closed the distance between them and captured his lips, pressing his lips against Harry's in a demanding kiss that forced the boy to submit.
A moan grew in the back of Harry's throat. Draco swept the smaller Omega off his feet, holding him bridal style as they kissed, Harry submitting easily as he held onto Draco's face. Draco brought him back to his room, kicking open and closed the door. He threw Harry onto his bed, "Fuck Potter, my Omega came to me," he growled.
Omega... Harry wanted to question it but when he opened his mouth, only a moaning need came out, "Alpha."
"Yes pet, I'm your Alpha," Draco smirked. He inhaled deeply, "Fuck Harry, you smell so good," he groaned, "want to fuck you right now." He indicated to his growing bulge, which Harry stared at hungrily. "But we need to have a talk unfortunately, however I won't talk to you in heat, boy. But don't worry, I'll take care of you." He fell upon Harry, kissing and sucking at Harry's neck as his hands went to Harry's pants. He slipped them off easily, along with Harry's underwear. "Quick and dirty," he growled against Harry's neck. "I'll make love to you properly later, Harry."
Harry only groaned in need, opening his legs to the Alpha. Draco continued his assault on Harry's neck as his fingers went to Harry's hole, instinct leading both as logic disappeared. Draco did not wait, he pushed two fingers into Harry's wet hole. "Your ass feels good Potter, so needy and wet for my fingers," Draco growled out. "And so tight! Too tight for my thick cock." He moved his fingers in and out, Harry's slick coating his fingers as he did so. Harry gasped and moaned loudly, holding onto Draco tightly. "More, more," he begged. "Please."
"You like that Potter? Such a needy Omega," Draco smirked and he kept going. Harry's cock harden and leaked openly. "Good boy," Draco praised, kissing Harry's neck. "Good boy, don't touch your dick." Harry moaned at the pressure and speed of Draco's fingers. They jammed violently against Harry's prostate, inflaming the tissues of muscles and making the Gryffindor see stars. The wet sound of Draco fucking Harry's hole with his fingers filled the room, mixing with Harry's high moans and mews as Draco bit and licked at his neck. Then, with a loud cry, Harry's cock exploded with an orgasm, rope after thick rope of cum coating his shirt. His hole tightened around Draco's fingers as it had an orgasm of it's own, drenching Draco's fingers in a cum-like substance.
"Beautiful," Draco purred, pulling his hands out and licking his fingers clean. "You taste so good, Potter," he moaned.
Harry just laid on the bed, breathing heavily and covered in his sweat and cum. He looked up at Draco, who stood over him. He felt his heat slowly fade away, only to be replace with a confused panic. "Malfoy—what are you—what did we just—Malfoy!"
"I'm happy you remember my name," Draco smirked. "You're an Omega, I'm an Alpha. We can both thank that stupid mutt for that. Still though, I don't think we can blame him for this," he gestured to Harry's cum-covered shirt.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked. Draco took out his wand, and with a wave, Harry's clothes and the bed sheets were cleaned. Harry muttered a thank you as Draco move to sit down with him.
"From how I see it, we can have this be long and drawn out with both of us only denying the inevitable, causing frustration and anger to both of us, or we can sit right here and talk about it right now," Draco said. "I will not call my feelings for you love, I wanted you for some time, to date and to fuck both. Call it a mixture of teenage hormones and a great egotistical need for you," he shrugged. "I don't know. Anyway, yeah, I wanted you and planned to romance you, which I still will, however this just changed plans slightly. So, how about you?"
"Me?"
"Yes Potter, besides you saying that I'm a complete prat, which is wrong, what are your feelings to me and this?"
"It felt good," Harry blushed, "and... I don't know about you but—whenever I touched myself, I stopped because I always thought of Greyback. But when you touch me, all thoughts disappeared, I felt good. Safe. I'm not opposed to us doing this but… you have to apologize."
"For what?"
"What do you think?" Harry said, looking up to Draco, "for everything you've done to me! To my friends! Five years of bullying. You have to apologize."
"Very well then," Draco said. He lowered himself onto Harry once more, kissing and sucking his neck softly. "I'm sorry," he said between kisses, "that I—bullied—harassed—and was an awful person to you for the last five years, Potter. Will you be a good Omega for me, pet, and forgive me?"
"It's a start," Harry muttered. He sat up, moving so he can lean against Draco. "Why are you here?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"Why are you here, in Diagon Alley, instead of your home?" Harry asked.
"Oh, that," Draco frowned. "I sort of ran away after the mutt and the Dark Lord did their experiments on me. I was a test subject for him, they did not care of I lived or died—just that the potions he used turn me into an Alpha so that he can use them on himself."
"That's horrible," Harry said, he looked up to Draco, "Does this mean that you've grown a brain and aren't with them?"
"Of course! Why would I support a person who wants me dead?" Draco said, as though it was obvious. "It is a waste of my time and an insult to a proper pureblood male." Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. "But yes, two weeks ago I've left my manor, and lived here ever since."
"How horrible for you," Harry said with a hint of sarcasm, "leaving all those luxuries and servents for a small room."
"I know, I had to keep myself busy in order to keep from growing mad," Draco said. "I was studying my blood, trying to see exactly what that disgusting mutt did to me."
"And?"
"I have no idea," Draco admitted. "I know I have extra testosterone, and a little bit of lycanthropy in me, not enough to change I expect, but enough to support the changes."
Harry nodded.
"That is why I am here, but why are you here, oh great 'Chosen One'?" Draco asked with his usual dry sarcasm.
"I needed to walk, to run and stretch my legs," Harry said. "I'm stuck at the Burrow because of everything that is going on. And I just felt this hot agitation inside me growing."
"Hot agitation, huh," Draco muttered, his fingers slowly moving to Harry's hole, "Is it here, pet?" he asked with a smirk, slipping a finger in easily.
"N-Noo," Harry moaned. "But I don't feel it anymore—could it be because of you?"
"Of course, your body must just know it's proper place in submitting to me," Draco said with an air of confidence and cocky superiority. Harry just shook his head and relaxed on Draco's chest. He looked around and frowned. He did not want to let go of Draco. He did not felt like he could let go of him. Harry felt something starting to tie between them, and he did not want to sever it so soon. But he knew that he would have to because sooner or later, he would have to return to the Burrow. Then, an idea formed in his head.
"Come to the Burrow," he said.
"Excuse me!"
Harry looked up at Draco, and moved away so that he was standing next to the bed, Draco stood up as well. "Come to the Burrow," he repeated. "You can feel it too, right? This pull between us? I don't know what it is, but I don't want to destroy it. So, come live with me at the Burrow! It must be better than living in this small room. Besides, then we can be together," Harry gave a sly smile, "we can properly learn about each other, how we feel and touch, how our bodies changed."
"Sounds like a good idea," Draco muttered, "and I feel that I cannot leave you, pet. You are my Omega, Potter."
"So, will you go to the Burrow with me?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Draco said, after a moment's thought. He kissed Harry and smirked down at him. "Help clean up this room," he ordered.
"Yes Alpha," Harry said automatically, smiling back. "And" he said with a wide smile, "now you can practice apologizing to Ron and Hermione!" With a chuckling smile, Harry cleaned Draco's room, helping him gather his notes and research ingredients. Buying new clothes completely out of his mind, Harry grabbed Draco's hand, feeling a surge of heat in his body at the touch. They gave the room one final look, and left, the door closing behind them.