Harry woke up feeling loved and content. He felt a body pressed against him, and in his sleepy mind Harry smiled and pushed against the body, feeling a cock brush against his loose and abused hole. "Alpha," he sighed.
"Harry," Draco grumbled. They laid for a moment before logic shocked them. Harry screamed and jumped out of bed while Draco stared at him. "We fucked!" Harry panted.
"We did, multiple times," Draco chuckled, "I came in you seven times."
Harry's eyes widened and he stared at his body. "Seven times…" he whispered.
"Yeah," Draco nodded. "Our instincts took over, remember?"
Memories flooded into Harry's mind. A small smile appeared on Harry's face and his cock jerked in response. He found his way back to bed and Draco was immediately by his side, his arms wrapped around Harry. "We fucked seven times," he whispered. "And we mated…" he reached to his neck and winked when he felt marks. He looked at Draco's neck and saw bite marks on his neck, looking as though he was bite by a wolf cub. Draco's hand cupped his. "We mated," he nodded.
They knew that that was what it was called. Their roles told them. Their roles guided them. Alpha and omegas bind together, Alphas and omegas mate. That was what they did last night. They mated under the full moon. But now… "Am I pregnant? Oh god did you get me pregnant you dick?" Harry panicked.
"Relax, even if I did, there is a morning after potion," Draco said soothingly, "it's easy to make, very easy, and everything I need is already here. Calm down Harry, okay?"
"You're going to make me that potion, now," Harry snapped, "fucked me seven times—I can't believe it! We've only been dating for a week!"
Draco chuckled and kissed Harry's cheek. "That's the first time you said it out loud."
"What?"
"That we're dating," Draco smiled. "I like it."
"Yeah, well, no point denying it," Harry shrugged, "and you are starting to try and act better." He sighed leaned back. Draco still held him and both fell on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Still, I thought we would be able to wait a month or two before having sex."
"Well, so did I but it seems our instincts had other options," Draco sighed. He glanced at Harry for a moment. "Are you angry?" he asked.
"I don't know," Harry sighed. "You were amazing but, I always thought the day I lose my virginity would be more romantic."
"Same here," Draco sighed, "I wanted to charm you, woo you and spend hours worshiping your body and showing how beautiful you are."
Harry blushed and bit his bottom lip, "So even before then—"
"I always knew I would give my virginity to you," Draco nodded, he smiled and turned to face Harry. "You're too annoying in my life to not have a significant effect."
"Gee thanks," Harry said sarcastically, but he smiled when he turned to stare at Draco. Their expressions softened as they were drawn to each other, their eyes fluttering close as their lips pressed together softly, sending electricity through both boys. Their smile widened in the smile and Draco hugged Harry closer as their kiss deepened. I'm so lucky to have Harry Draco thought.
"Yeah, you are," Harry chuckled in the kiss.
"What?" Draco blinked, and separated from Harry. He stared at Harry who cocked his head slightly.
"You said you're so lucky to have me," Harry said.
"No, I never said that," Draco said slowly, "I thought that… wait." He stared at Harry who continued to look confused.
"Why is he staring at me like that? What freakish thing did I do now?" Harry's mouth did not move at all, yet Draco heard it loud and clear as though he talked right inside his head. His eyes flashed with intelligence and smirked.
"You are doing nothing my sweet Omega; I'm reading your thoughts and you are reading mine. It seems they're not linked because of our mating."
Harry gasped, "You talked inside my head!"
"And you talked inside my head," Draco nodded. "It seems that when we mated, we did more than just fuck fantastically. Our marks bound us together, body and mind it seems."
"Woah," Harry breathed, he stared at Draco for a moment then smiled. "Weird Alpha/Omega stuff that now allows us to reach each other's thoughts! Perfect, I can use this in Potions and ask you questions without Snape knowing it."
Draco laughed and shook his head, "Of course you think about how you can use this to cheat in Potions," he said sitting up. Harry perked up and smiled. "Come on pup," Draco sighed, "we should get dressed, I have a potion to make after all."
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Fenrir stopped in the woods and held his nose high. He closed his eyes and smelt the air. Diagon Alley was a dead end. The Malfoy brat wasn't there when he raided it, and worse enough from the smells of it, his bitch was there too. "That Malfoy brat will pay for stealing my bitch," he growled to the air. He could still feel the moon's blessing, even the morning after. He felt stronger, agiler, more attune to his natural senses than any normal wizard. He needed to get his bitch before they go to Hogwarts. It didn't even matter that he wanted to hand the boy to Voldemort after he had his way with the bitch. No, Fenrir needed his bitch, needed his Omega, to prove that he was superior.
He pressed his nose to the ground and continued to smell. He was away from London, away from Diagon Alley, but he knew that he was heading towards his bitch. It was weak, and for some reason weaker, but Fenrir could still feel a line between him and his bitch, a line that was created when he turned the boy. He followed it, speeding through the woods before stopping suddenly.
It broke.
Fenrir's heart fell and he became enraged as he felt nothing around him. Malfoy fucked his bitch. Malfoy took his bitch and stole his virginity—a virginity that belonged to Fenrir! "NOOO!" Fenrir roared out, his clawed fingernails slashing at the nearest tree. He slashed again and stopped when he heard a snap. His head jerked to a bush and rushed it, capturing at rabbit that struggled in his hands. "Fucking Malfoy," he growled out. "That fucking science experiment. He stole my bitch, and I will get him back. If not here, then at Hogwarts. I'll sneak into the castle and—" he snapped the rabbit's neck. "I'll kill him for using my bitch, then I'll use his blood on the boy, reminding him who the bitch belongs to." A sadistic smile appeared on his dirty face, and he turned around and ate as he walked. It was a long walk to Hogwarts, after all.
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Ever since their mating, Harry's and Draco's moods both increased dramatically. Draco made the morning after potion and Harry downed it in one huge gulp before kissing his mate as thanks. It looked as though the mating was a turning point for both their attitudes. They argued, yes, but still they were always smiling and touching each other. From tickling to poking and hand holding and kissing, the boys always had their hands on each other, causing Mrs. Weasley to reminisce with her husband on when they were young. Draco did his best to make up to the Weasleys and Hermione, going to the extra mile to be polite to them all, and only getting into fights with Ron every now and again instead of every day.
Summer passed in a romantic bliss, filled with kissing and full-moon sex that was followed by a morning after potion. Their letters came, and Harry and Draco congratulated each other on becoming Quidditch Captains of their teams. Draco, Ron, and Hermione have reached a rocky agreement that were stable enough that, when it was time to leave for Hogwarts, Draco helped carried Hermione's belongings, along with Harry's.
They took Ministry Cars to the station, and on the way, Draco looked at his mate and friends. "Harry," he said, getting their attention, "when we're on the train, would you like to sit with my friends?"
"What do you mean Malfoy—he always sits with us!" Ron argued.
"And I've spent the entire summer with all of you, his friends," Draco countered. "I want Harry to meet my friends now."
Ron glared and pouted but Harry nodded, "Of course," he smiled.
"Harry!"
"What Ron? It makes sense; besides, we are dating—it's only right that we know each other's' friends," Harry said.
"But what if they do something—Slytherin to you?" Ron asked.
"Ron please," Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Then I'll do something Slytherin back to them," Harry grinned, "I'm learning from the best, right Draco?" Draco grunted in agreement and looked at Ron. "I promise Harry will still be an innocent Gryffindor by the time we get to Hogwarts."
Harry giggled and thought, "Well, not so innocent."
When the cars pulled into Kings Cross, Harry and Draco walked together, away from the Ministry Aurors tasked to escort them. One tried to grab Harry's arm, but the teen yanked it away as Draco growled. "Stupid adults, who do they think they are?" Draco grumbled in their mind link.
"Doing their jobs but it's annoying. I don't need protection from them! All I need is you and besides, even then I can take care of myself." Harry complained.
"I know," Draco whispered, and pulled him closer. When no muggles were looking, they walked through the barrier into Platform nine and three quarters as the Aurors debated on how to get through. "That was dangerous!" one of them said, running after them.
"You were taking too long," Draco sneered, and he smiled at Harry as the boy stared at the red and black Hogwarts Express. "Come on pet," he said. The Weasleys were right behind them and Mr. Weasley helped Harry put his luggage on the train. "Watch out for yourselves and be safe!" Mrs. Weasley said, pulling the teens one by one for a tight embrace. "Harry, you're coming back over for Christmas, it's all fixed up with Dumbledore, so we'll see you soon," Mrs. Weasley said. "Draco, it was nice meeting you. Now get on—get on all of you!"
Ron and Hermione got on and quickly started to make their way to the prefect carriage for their start-of-term meeting. "I'll bring you to our compartment before I have to go," Draco said. "Come on, pet."
Draco and Harry walked through the corridor of the train, earning looks and gasps from the compartments' occupants. For a moment, Harry wondered if it was because of both of them, or if it was because of the 'Chosen One' business. They moved towards the back of the train where Harry noticed that the compartments started to be filled with mainly Slytherins. Draco opened a compartment door and walked in. Harry followed to see two people were already in there. "Blaise Zabini," Draco said, pointing to the dark-skinned Slytherin, "and Theodore Nott," he pointed to a smaller Slytherin who had glasses on his round face. "Be nice to them pet, I'll be back." He kissed Harry and gave Blaise and Theo a sharp look before leaving his trunk with Harry's. Harry stood awkwardly for a moment before walking further in, pulling both trunks. He lugged his trunk onto the luggage rack and turned to move Draco's. Somehow it was heavier than Harry's, and the omega struggled to push it onto the rack. He huffed and looked between Blaise and Theo, who were still sitting and staring at him.
"You know you could have helped instead of staring at me," he said.
"You didn't ask," Zabini shrugged.
"Why are you even here?" Nott asked. "Gryffindors don't sit in this part of the train."
"Yeah I noticed," Harry said, "but I am today." He sat down and looked at the two of them. "Draco and I are dating, he spend the summer with me and my friends, and now he wanted me to meet his friends," he explained.
"Oh, so that's why he didn't answer my letters?" Theo asked, "I thought he was being rude." He stared at Harry for a moment, his nose held up. He looked as though he was thinking for a moment. "Since you're here, that means someone needs to find another compartment."
"I hope it's Pansy," Zabini said, "that girl annoys me. You're not the jealous type, are you Potter?"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Since third year, Pansy Parkinson tried to get Draco's attention," Zabini explained. "It's ridiculous, Malfoy is obviously gay and yet she lives in denial."
"Oh well, I guess I can be a little jealous sometimes," Harry answered. "I never got into a situation where I am jealous… for that reason."
"Well I hope you call out her tongue," Theo said, "which reminds me." He leaned forward and stared at Harry, "What position are you?"
"Uh you should know that," Harry said awkwardly, his mind going to Quidditch, "I'm the Seeker you guys keep losing to."
"Not that, we're talking sex," Zabini said, rolling his eyes. "Are you the top or the bottom, Potter?"
"Bottom, always bottom," Harry answered, his cheeks blushing slightly.
"That's a relief," Theo sighed, he glanced at Zabini who nodded. "Hello Harry, I'm Theo, and this is my boyfriend Blaise," Theo said.
"Uh hi guys, why the awkward questions?" Harry asked, shaking Theo's offered hand.
"We wanted to throw you off," Zabini explained, "and besides, Draco tends to surround himself by gay people—I swear Parkinson is the only straight person we know, aside from Bulstrode but we don't talk about her. Everyone else is gay—even Crabbe and Goyle."
"Kinky," was Harry's automatic response. Zabini snickered and leaned back, looking more relaxed.
"We were wondering why, if it's because he has a top energy or a bottom energy, but didn't seem right to ask him directly," Zabini shrugged. "Thankfully, you're here, and thankfully Draco is a top."
"Believe me, I know how much of a top he is," Harry muttered. He looked between the two of them and blushed, "Draco and I had an interesting summer. I don't want to tell you guys more so, however, until Draco is here."
"Fair enough," Blaise nodded. The door to the compartment opened again, and Harry saw Crabbe and Goyle standing dimly in the doorway. Blaise grabbed Harry and pulled him between himself and Theo. "The lion cub's okay, he's Draco's boy now," he said. The two nodded and walked in silently.
They stared at Harry and Goyle asked, "He receives?"
"Yeah," Blaise nodded.
"Good."
Harry's face turned red and he said angrily, "Well since we're all taking about how Draco fucks me—why don't you all just blurt out your sex positions? Huh?"
"He's my master," Crabbe said, pointing to Goyle with one hand and using the other to reveal a collar.
"Same here with Blaise," Theo smirked, revealing his own collar.
"Ugh gross! Can you guys stop talking about sex when I'm here? Ugh—why is Potter here?" a girl walked in. She was pretty with long blonde hair and a pleasant face.
"He's Draco's boy, no collar yet," Theo said, grabbing Harry's shirt and pulling it down— "What is that?" he demanded, looking at the bite mark. "Potter—when were you attacked by a wolf?"
Harry felt that his face could not go redder as Goyle stood up to help the girl with her luggage. "I'll tell you later when Draco comes in," he muttered. He looked at the girl for a long moment, "You're Greengrass," he pointed out.
"Yes, I am, and you're Harry Potter," Greengrass said, rolling her eyes. "Again, why is he here?"
"He and Draco are dating now apparently. They hooked up over the summer," Blaise said, petting Harry's hair.
"He's the reason why Draco didn't respond to any of our letters," Theo said, "Not that we blame you Potter." He gave Harry a small grin.
"So, Potter, how did you and Draco get together?" Greengrass asked, sitting directly in front of him as Crabbe and Goyle moved to make room for her. Harry bit his bottom lip.
"That's a bit of a long story," he confessed, "and I don't know which details I can reveal without my—Draco's permission, but I'll try."
"Oohh now I'm interested," Greengrass smirked. "Crabbe, be a dear and close the door and shades, I want complete privacy for this." Crabbe did so and Greengrass leaned forward, "Reveal all Potter," she said.
Harry nodded and thought for a moment. "We met each other in Diagon Alley," he began. "Things were happening to the two of us, things that I don't want to tell you guys yet… Draco can if he wants to. We talked and, did things," Harry's cheeks blushed while the others leered lewdly at him, "and I brought him home to the Burrow, the Weasleys' place."
"Weasleys?" Draco Malfoy spent the summer with the Weasleys?" Blaise interrupted. Harry nodded and he gave out a loud, "HA! I bet he loved that."
"He did actually, because I was with him every second," Harry said. "Anyway, we spend every day together, talking, apologizing, kissing—"
"Sucking," Blaise chuckled.
"Blaise, shut up," Greengrass snapped, "continue Harry—did you guys frolic and hang out around flowers?"
"Um no, but there were some flowers we picked for Mrs. Weasley," Harry said. "Most of the time he was in our room, working on potion experiments."
"So, you guys shared a room, huh?" Blaise asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Separate beds, but near the end we did sleep in the same bed," Harry blushed.
"That's so cute," Greengrass said, "So, he finally brought you around?"
Harry frowned, "What are you talking about?"
"It's exhausting," Greengrass sighed, "Ever since he met you all he went on and on is 'Potter this' and 'Potter that' and 'Potter is a big stupid prat for not shaking my hand.'"
"Oh really?" Harry asked. "You called me a prat?"
"What? Where is this coming from? Never!"
"Tell Greengrass that."
"What? Don't believe her! I swear whatever Daphne says is utter lies!"
Harry smiled and chuckled to himself. "Uhh Potter, you okay?" Greengrass asked.
Harry blinked and snapped out of his thoughts. "Yeah sorry," he blushed, "one of the things that happened to us is that we can read each other's thoughts."
"Really? Damn that's something," Greengrass whistled, "Right boys?"
"Yeah," Goyle grunted.
"When Draco's going to collar you?" Crabbe demanded. Harry stared at the bully, slack jawed. He looked at the two of them, "When are you two going to apologize to me for five years of bullying?" he asked, crossing his arms. The two stared at each other for a moment. "Sorry," the grunted.
"It's a start," Harry shrugged, "and for the record, Draco and I did not talk about collars. At all." He looked around at the five of them. He relaxed a little, leaning towards Blaise. "What about you guys? Since I'm revealing all."
He waited for a moment, staring at Crabbe and Goyle. The two bullies stared at him for a moment before telling their story of how they became an item. It was strange, humanizing them, but Harry listened, nodding, and blushing at the extreme details they have included, which included their kinks and how they became master/pet. He was saved, thankfully, when there was a knock on their compartment door.
They all stopped and looked at each other for a moment. Theo opened the door to see a breathless second year, "Blaise Zabini—and, and Harry Potter!" she panted, blushing slightly at the sight of Harry. "These are for you two." She had two rolls of parchment tied with violet ribbon. Perplexed, Harry took the scroll addressed to him and opened it.
Harry,
I would be delighted if you would join me for a bite of lunch in compartment C.
Sincerely,
Professor H.E.F. Slughorn
"Slughorn?" Blaise asked, looking at his own invitation.
"Our new professor," Harry said. He looked at his invitation and then at Blaise.
"Well, let's go then," Blaise shrugged and stood up. "Come along Harry," he led the way. Harry stayed in his seat for a second before moving to follow Blaise. The corridors were packed with students waiting for the lunch trolley. Harry worked to stay close to Blaise as they made their way to compartment C.
"Harry, there you are," Draco appeared, stepping right in front of the same compartment. "I assume you got an invitation too?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded, immediately latching onto his Alpha. He leaned to Draco's ear, "Apparently we have to talk about collars later, Alpha," he whispered.
"That we do," Draco chuckled. He looked at Blaise, "Has Harry been a good boy?"
"The best," Blaise smirked.
Harry shook his head and turned to Draco, "Your friends are weird," he simply pointed out. "But come on Alpha, we shouldn't keep Slughorn waiting." He didn't realize his slip and pulled Draco inside, Blaise followed, looking highly amused.