Harry met with Ron and Hermione in Ron's bedroom. He looked tired as he closed the door behind him and glared at Ron. "You didn't have to punch him!" he started.
"We're starting with you defending Malfoy?" Ron grumbled.
"I am not defending him! You both were wrong," Harry said heatedly. "I yelled at him too for punching you Ron."
"He still shouldn't be here," Ron muttered. "That stupid slimy bastard bitch."
Harry frowned. Something inside him wanted to yell at Ron, telling him that Draco wasn't a bitch. Instead he just shook his head, and leaned against the door, crossing his arms. "I needed to," he said. "I don't know why but we just ran into each other and we... clicked. Alpha/omega, or just us in general, I don't know but, we clicked and talked. When it was just us, he was sweet... and rough. The perfect type of man for me." Harry stopped himself short, "He's running from Voldemort," he said. "Voldemort and Greyback did things to him, just as Greyback turned me into an omega werewolf. He isn't a werewolf, but still Draco was used just as I have."
"Still," Ron said a little uncomfortably, "why did he have to come here?"
"This is the safest place we can be," Harry said. "I don't know why but, I feel like we can't leave each other."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know," Harry said, "It's just a feeling I have. Something bad will happen if Draco and I are left apart."
"Malfoy will throw a fucking hissy fit that'll what happen," Ron muttered.
"RON!"
"It's fine, Hermione," Harry said, though he sounded annoyed. "Yes, Draco is a git, I get that. I'm not asking that we all just magically forget every single thing he did to us but that we just stay civil until he apologizes to us."
"And how do we know that he'll do that?" Ron demanded.
"Because I'm not going to fuck him until he does," Harry answered directly.
Ron choked on air while Hermione's face turned a vivid pink. Harry seemed unmoving at their reactions, instead he just continued to lean against the door waiting for them. "M-Mate," Ron sputtered out, "please don't tell me that—"
"We didn't," Harry said, "but it's obvious that he does."
"Harry," Hermione blushed, "doesn't this all seem too much too soon? I mean, if you really want a relationship with Malfoy, fine, but to be talking openly about stuff like this…"
"It's just something inside me, I don't know if it's the Omega in me but, it seems natural in a way," Harry frowned. "I want a normal relationship, believe me, but I don't think that is possible now. I'll try to keep it as normal as I can but, because of our new instincts…" Harry let out a low sigh, "I need to talk to Dumbledore about this."
"I'm sure he'll have an idea about what is going on," Hermione said.
"Lord knows Draco knows more than I do," Harry said. "He's been doing tests on himself."
"Tests?" Hermione said, surprised.
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "He has all these vials and stuff, had me pack them all up before I brought him here. He was doing experiments on himself, trying to figure out what is going on with himself."
Ron winced and glanced awkwardly at Harry. "What you mean is that..."
"He was studying his blood," Harry said.
"That's messed up," Ron muttered. "More reason he shouldn't be here, he's off the deep end!"
"Is he?" Harry asked, cocking his head to the side gently. "I don't know," he muttered. "Anyway, Draco and I won't be doing anything drastic. At least for now. All I want is to talk to Dumbledore about this and try to teach my Alpha—I mean Draco some manners." He frowned, "Why did I say that?" he muttered.
He shook his head and sighed, "Anyway can we just try to be civil with each other?" he asked Ron, "I'm not blaming you, believe me I'm not, but if you and Draco keep fighting and he has to go, I don't know what will happen to me."
"You'll stay here obviously," Ron shrugged. Harry frowned at this but said nothing. Instead he looked at the two of them for a moment. Then it hit him, "Crap! I forgot about Ginny!"
Ron laughed, "Sorry," he snorted, "it's just—wait hang on did you tell her yet that you're gay?"
"No," Harry groaned. He moved away from the door. "It just never came up and nothing seemed like a good time. I mean think about it Ron, how the hell am I supposed to tell my friend who obviously had a crush on me since before I even met her that I'm gay—and now I guess am kind of dating Malfoy?"
"I don't know but I wouldn't put it like that."
Harry turned to see the door opening, Ginny standing in its place. She looked angry, glaring at all three of them.
"Ginny—"
"I heard yelling and something about Malfoy, so I decided to check on you, Harry," she said awkwardly, her voice uneven. "Seems like you're doing mighty fine." She stepped away and turned quickly.
Harry stepped to chase after, but Hermione stopped him. "I'll talk to her," she said, getting off the bed. "In the meantime, why don't you two try to make Malfoy understand what's going on here?"
"Yeah, okay," Harry nodded. Hermione left after Ginny and Ron stepped up to Harry, shaking his head as he leaned against Harry. "That was tactless, mate," he said.
"I know," Harry said, "come on, let's go make sure Malfoy didn't hurt himself."
The two left Ron's room and made their way downstairs to Harry's. Harry was surprised to see that Draco was still sitting where he was when Harry left. He looked up smiling at Harry, only to turn that into a scowl when he saw Ron. "Here to punch me again, Weasley?"
"Stop," Harry snapped. "We're here so you two can shake hands and agree to be civil. If you can't do that Draco, then I'll just leave with Ron—"
"NO!" Draco roared. "You are mine!"
"I know, I am yours," Harry said, "but you right now are being an asshole and a prick, so just shut up, man up, and apologize!" Draco growled out at Harry. In the back of his mind, Harry felt a pull, a suggestion to kneel and apologize immediately to his Alpha. To show his neck and whimper. Harry started to bare his neck, but stopped, fighting the instinct and instead glared at Draco.
The taller teen looked down, "Fine," he said after a moment. "Weasley, I am sorry."
"You can do better than that, Malfoy," Ron said.
Draco glared at Ron, but Harry stepped between them, his arms still crossed. He thought for a moment before saying, "Alpha, please. Try to say a better apology to my best friend?"
Draco looked almost insulted for a moment, his facial features hardening for a second before softening. "Fine, but I want to hold you," he ordered.
"Yes Alpha," Harry muttered. He walked away from Ron and stood in front of Draco. The Alpha immediately grabbed his boy, turning him around and pressing his back to his chest, crossing his arms around the boy protectively, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. "Weasley," he said in a far more civil tone, "I am sorry for everything I have done to you and your family."
"Better," Ron said with a slight sneer. "Still don't like that you're here."
Draco's arms tightened around Harry. "I apologized!"
"Still doesn't change anything Malfoy," Ron said. "Still, I'll be civil long as you are. For Harry." Harry smiled at him.
"Thanks Ron," he said. He looked up, "Alpha?" he mewled, "what about you?"
"I'll stay civil," Draco grumbled.
The boys stood there awkwardly. They were saved from tense conversations, however, when Mrs. Weasley called for Harry and Draco. Dumbledore has arrived and was waiting for them both in the kitchen.
Draco wanted to carry Harry, however when he moved to sweep Harry's legs up, Harry objected but allowed his alpha to hold him as they made their way downstairs. Dumbledore was sitting at the large wooden table in the kitchen. He raised slightly to greet both Draco and Harry. "Draco, I must say that this is a surprise," he said, "Mrs. Weasley has informed me of unfortunate events that has transpired?"
"Yes Professor," Draco said a bit too shortly. He sat down in one of the chairs, and pulled another close to him for Harry.
"I would like to hear it, however, from yourself," Dumbledore said. "What has happened, what did Lord Voldemort and Greyback do to you?"
"The Dark Lord—I mean You-know-who," Draco began.
"Please Draco," Dumbledore said, "fearing his name only increases the fear of himself. Voldemort, please. We must always use proper names."
"Fine then," Draco nodded. "Voldemort," he said with difficulty, and began to give a full telling of everything he had dealt with since becoming Fenrir's experiment. When he was done, explaining how he has been experimenting with both his blood and semen, Harry was left red-faced while Dumbledore leaned back and thought for a moment, stroking his beard.
"And what has your experiments indicate?" Dumbledore asked.
"Firstly, I have a mild case of lycanthropy," Draco began, "however I do not become a werewolf during the full moon. There is not enough of the... ailment," he said cautiously, glancing at Harry, "however I have some werewolf-like traits. Or rather, animalistic traits. I find that I am more aggressive, and the meat I usually like to eat needs to be rarer for me to properly enjoy them. I think Greyback did this to me as either to enhance his own lycanthropy, or lycanthropy itself is needed for the base of all the other changes."
"Interesting," Dumbledore muttered, "please, go on."
Draco nodded. "On top of the mild lycanthropy, I have several potions that altered my body as well as increase my testosterone levels. Personally, I hope that both cancel out, and I will not lose my hair with age, but that that is not important now. What is, is that with these two my body has changed, just as Harry's. However, I've became stronger, muscle mass grew over night, while Harry slimmed and became tone to the point of feminization. Sorry, omega," he said. Harry didn't respond.
"Strange, when we checked, Harry seemed normal, testosterone levels wise," Dumbledore muttered, "unless you are just commenting on his looks."
"I am," Draco nodded. "Harry and myself are male, one hundred percent. Greyback did not change that. Anyway, besides from the higher testosterone and changed body with traces of lycanthropy that is all I know for certain." He started to look annoyed, "When I tested my semen a hypnotic smell rose, which I guess is for the benefit of attracting my omega—I mean Harry. That, along with something Greyback said, makes me thing that if we try, Harry and I can have a child."
"WHAT!" Harry screamed.
Draco nodded, "When he was toying with me, Greyback kept mocking me, taunting about how he will 'fill you with his pups.' Male pregnancy is impossible, but I think that he must have done something to do that, when mixing with the changes he did with me, allows you to become pregnant."
"In other words, Harry," Dumbledore said, "I believe that a proper working definition of 'Omega' for what we know of it, is a werewolf, or a male with werewolf attributions, who has the ability to get pregnant.' As for you, Draco, the Alpha is naturally the one who can impregnant the Omega. You must have pheromones that secrete naturally that allows for the attraction of an omega, in this case Harry. Which can be troublesome when taking consent into the issue."
"Actually sir, about that," Harry blushed, but Draco interrupted him.
"I had a crush on Harry for a couple years, and this seems like a proper time if any to start a courting him," Draco said. "If you accept, Harry," he said, looking down at his omega.
"Yeah," Harry blushed, nodding. "But I have a question, Professor," he said, turning to Dumbledore. "Whenever I'm close to Draco I feel relaxed, but whenever we are away, I still feel connected to him, if not a little on edge. It's nothing serious but, I was just worrying, what will happen if we stay separated for a long period of time?"
"Difficult to say," Dumbledore muttered. "However, there should be no reason for either of you to be separate over long distances. And if so, we shall figure out ways to prepare for that."
"Okay," the boys nodded at the same time. "So what should we do now?" Harry asked.
"If you think it would help I would say that Mr. Malfoy should continue his experiments, as long as he keeps it safe," Dumbledore said. "Both of you will obviously be remaining here for the remainder of the summer, and your school letters will arrive soon. Explore these roles of Alpha and Omega, figure out the full extents of these roles, and, hopefully, find a way to keep Greyback away from both of you, forever."
"Yeah," Harry nodded softly. "Could he get us at Hogwarts?" he asked.
"The usual protections should keep him out, however there will be no possible way now that there are new protections along with the usual," Dumbledore said. Harry and Draco looked relieved at that. Dumbledore stood, and said, "That is all that we know then, I hope that the rest of the summer is uneventful for the both of you."
"Goodbye sir," Harry said. He and Draco shook Dumbledore's hand and the headmaster left. Alone, the two went back to their room where Harry turned to face Draco. "Do you mean it? The courting thing?"
"Of course, Harry," Draco said. "Our situation as Alpha and omega may enhance our relationship and sex life, obviously," he added a small smirk, "but I was completely serious in my intent to court and date you."
Harry hummed and moved to his bed, bending down to pull out his Firebolt. "So, would that mean you have something to ask me, Malfoy?" he asked.
"Yes Potter," Draco said, stepping to meet Harry, holding his Firebolt with one hand as the other wrapped around Harry's waist. "Potter, would you be my boyfriend?"
He started to lean in for a kiss, only for Harry to weasel out of his grip, freeing his broom. He smiled cheekily at Draco, "I'll think about it," he said, "but I think I'll go fly my broom for a bit now, Alpha." He gave Draco's cheek a kiss and left the room.
"Fucking Potter," Draco grumbled, but he smiled and shook his head before deciding to go back to his research.