Harry and Draco woke up smiling softly at each other, their hands joined. The bed's curtains giving them privacy, they both stared for a moment. "I have a feeling this is going to be the death of us," Draco chuckled.
"I know," Harry sighed, "how about tonight you spend the night in my room? Then we can both be equally embarrassed."
"Like I'm not embarrassed already?" Draco asked. "Just think of the things everyone will say. Especially Zabini!"
Harry giggled and kissed Draco lazily. They both sighed when they separated, looking at each other in concern. "We're going to have to tell Dumbledore this," Harry said.
"I know," Draco groaned, "but for now, all I want is to feel my omega against me." He trust his body against Harry, their erections grinding against one another. Harry blushed and smiled at Draco lewdly. Draco raised an eyebrow as Harry pulled the blanket off of them, leaving it to the side as he crawled on top of his Alpha, his small hard cock dangling in front of Draco's mouth as he eyed his bigger, thicker prize. "I think I'm going to love being mated with you," Harry purred before taking Draco's length inside him. He felt a wet heat as Draco swallowed his cock in his mouth and moaned around his Alpha. The bed was filled with soft moans and wet slurps as the boys worked. Draco was able to swallow Harry's cock fully while the omega struggled to get more than half of Draco into him without breaking his jaw. Draco's hands roamed around Harry's body while Harry focused on keeping himself supported as they moved quicker and quicker, reaching a strong climax that had them both drinking.
Harry's lips and chin were cum-coated as he allowed Draco's flaccid dick to leave his lips and he smiled at his Alpha, which collected the cum on his thumb and had his omega swallow it. "I think I'm ready to greet my dormmates now," Draco chuckled.
"Me too," Harry blushed. They made sure their underwear were on at least before Draco opened the bed curtain to see that everyone else were thankfully awake and out. They showered together, and Harry borrowed one of Draco's robes before they made their way downstairs, where there were still Slytherins. Some gave Harry only a glance, believing him to be any other Slytherin, but others recognized him immediately and stared. Daphne Greengrass was still in the common room, and she too stared at the two of them.
"Why is Potter here?" she asked curiously.
"Alpha stuff," Draco muttered. Greengrass just raised an eyebrow at that but left it at that. However, the people around her perked up at Harry's name and started to whisper and gossip. Harry's heart fell as he looked around. The school will know that Harry Potter slept in the Slytherin dormitories in an hour.
Draco pulled Harry out and they immediately made their way towards Gryffindor Tower, instead of the Great Hall, so Harry could get this belongings. Harry led him through secret passages and staircases, and because of that they were able to avoid most of the students, only running into a couple first years as they went from one secret passage to another. When they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Draco waited outside.
Harry immerged ten minutes later, wearing Gryffindor red and his bag shouldered. "Come on love," Draco said, and they made the descent down the marble staircase into the Great Hall at the bottom of the castle, where whispers were all loudly hissed. They separated with a kiss, and Harry went to sit with Ron and Hermione.
"Where were you? We were worried when Ron saw your bed empty!" Hermione said.
"Sleeping with Draco," Harry answered. "I don't know why but being at opposite ends of the castle felt horrible. Like my body was being stabbed with thousands of needles. I couldn't breathe, almost threw up multiple times. I had to run out of the tower to get some relief. Draco was feeling it too, and when we ran into each other all the pain was gone."
"That's not good—are you alright? Did you tell Dumbledore yet?" Hermione asked.
"Well he can't of yet if he just got here," Ron said. Harry nodded, "Draco and I haven't talked to him yet, however Slytherins did see us walking out. So I have to deal with more rumors," Harry said, looking annoyed. He sighed and took some bacon, "the only good news is that I have three weeks till the full moon. I'm sure the rumors of Draco and me will die by then, only for the new rumors to begin."
Hermione and Ron looked at Harry with some sympathy, however the young werewolf did not want to hear it. Instead he stuffed his face with bacon and sausage before moving on to eggs. Professor McGonagall came along, and after a misunderstanding, both Harry and Ron were cleared for Potions with Professor Slughorn. They had a break their first period, and Harry wanted to use that to go talk with Dumbledore with Draco, but when he brought the idea up to Draco, the Slytherin told him that he unfortunately had Ancient Runes.
He and Ron went to the common room and decided to play wizards chess. Harry felt a little irritated, his wrists getting surprisingly itchy, but it was manageable. I guess Ancient Runes' classroom is close to the tower, he thought.
You're right pet, it's on the fifth floor. Draco's voice floated into his head and Harry blushed, momentarily forgetting about their link. Yes, we have our link. Now do be quiet, I'm trying to concentrate.
Sorry, Harry thought, rolling his eyes.
"Harry?"
"Huh—oh, sorry Ron," Harry said when he saw that it was his turn, and his chest pieces were yelling at him to make a move.
They spent the rest of the period playing away until it was time for class. Harry's sourness at the thought of having Snape teach them Defense Against the Dark Arts was balanced by the relief knowing that he and Draco were in the same class again. He did not care of Snape's sniping and sneering attitude, nor the looks and whispers the rest of the class gave him. When it was finally over, Draco and Harry compared classes. Relief filled them both to see they shared all their classes except for Draco's electives.
The couple decided to spend their first break together, Draco dragging Harry to the library so he had some motivation to work on his Ancient Runes assignment. Whispers and glances followed them everywhere they went, and Harry found that he cared about them less and less. They were just a normal couple going to the library to do homework—who cares if he's 'The Chosen One' and Draco is a Slytherin! Or that they're both boys!
Harry found himself grumbling angrily as they sat down. "What's the matter, pet?" Draco asked.
"Everyone is staring at us," Harry complained, "it's annoying. I'm used to it but there's no reason why they should be staring and whispering about you."
Draco chuckled. "I don't mind," he said. "Let them stare, let them whisper, for they're all whispering jealousy of how they can never have a sweet omega like you."
"Draco," Harry blushed, "not here."
"Why not? Don't you like your Alpha's love?" Draco chuckled.
"I do but—"
"Then tell me," Draco commanded. "Get on your hands and knees, Harry Potter, and tell me all about how you love your Alpha."
"Draco," Harry gritted out, glancing around. Nobody was around them thankfully, so he sighed and slipped out of his chair, kneeling in front of Draco. "I love you so much, and I love my Alpha's love," he said dryly.
"My heart, say it like you mean it Harry," Draco chuckled. He laughed at the sharp glare Harry gave him.
Harry forced a sweet voice, "I love my Alpha so much and I love my Alpha's love, especially when he forces me to do embarrassing things that will make him lose sex later on."
"Hmm we'll see," Draco said.
"Can I get up now?" Harry asked, irritated.
Draco pulled him up and into his lap for a kiss. "Yes you can, pet," he said and winked at Harry. Harry retuned to his seat, but he didn't feel like complaining anymore. The two worked on their assignments, Snape's being so complicated that Harry barely gotten half of it done by the time for lunch.
They did not see each other again until Potions, and even then, it was after the double lesson, where Harry gotten a second-hand book where a genius written all over it, that they could talk again. "I want to see your book after we talk with Dumbledore," Draco said as they made their way to the headmaster's tower. "You were clearly following different directions."
Harry just gave Draco a cheeky grin and winked as he said, "Maybe, or maybe without Snape standing over my shoulder you realize I'm a better potioneer than you."
"Ohh no, omega, you will not be better at me at Potions," Draco said. "I will always be your superior there."
Harry rolled his heads and shook his head. He and Draco made their way into the corridor where at the end, a statue of a gargoyle stood. "You do know the password, right?" Draco asked, glancing at Harry.
"Of course, I do," Harry said, puffing out his chest. "I got a letter from Dumbledore just before I got to Potions." He grinned at Draco and turned to look at the gargoyle. "Acid Pops!" he said. The gargoyle sprung to life and moved out of the way. "See," he teased. The stone staircase started to spiral from the floor, and the two stepped onto it. They rode the staircase to the two where two grand wooden doors met them. Harry knocked.
"Come in," came the voice of Professor Dumbledore. "Harry, Draco, I am surprised," he said as the two walked in. "I hope neither of you are here because you are in trouble."
"No professor, we didn't get in trouble in our classes," Harry said, "however something did happen last night."
"Oh?" Dumbledore asked, looking worried. "What?"
"We were in our dormitories," Harry explained, "Gryffindor Tower and the Slytherin Dungeon about to go to bed when we both started to feel intense pain."
"It was nauseating, I thought I was going to throw up at any moment, and I felt like I had a high fever," Draco said, Harry nodding in agreement. "We shouldn't stay still, couldn't breathe at some points. It felt like pins and needles were constantly being driven into us."
"I tried going to the bathroom and drinking water but that didn't help with my fever at all," Harry said.
"Before I knew it, I was running out of my dormitory," Draco said.
"Same here," Harry nodded. "I just needed to get away, as though I can outrun the pain and sickness. I don't know how long I've ran but eventually Draco and I ran into each other, and when we touched…"
"Everything stopped. The fevers, the nausea, the pain. Everything went away the second we touched each other," Draco said. "Then we just became exhausted. I took Harry to my dormitory and we were finally able to go to sleep."
"This wasn't a onetime thing either," Harry said, "it built up looking back, getting worse the farther we were from each other. Even today, I had a headache because I was in the Gryffindor Common Room and Draco was in Ancient Runes."
"Oh dear," Dumbledore muttered, "I can see how this can become a problem." He leaned back and looked between the two of them. "Great distances from each other will cause intense pain, even in this castle it is enough to feel as though you two are going through an intense sickness." He frowned and stroked his moustache and beard in thought.
Harry and Draco glanced at each other. "We were actually talking about it this morning," Harry said, "we can switch off sleeping in each other's dormitories."
"That seems like a likely solution for now," Dumbledore nodded, "however I am worried about how your friends will react to this. I do not want this to ostracize the both of you."
"We've already explained the situation to my friends and dormmates," Draco explained. "Both on the train ride to Hogwarts yesterday, as well as this morning. This morning was for last night's events and the train was for, well, everything else."
Dumbledore nodded, "And?"
"They are fine with us together, and it is just sleeping," Draco said, earning him a small kick from Harry under the table.
"I haven't talked to my friends about it yet," Harry admitted. Dumbledore nodded and looked between the two of them.
"That would work, I suppose, for now, however a more permanent solution should be looked for in the future," he said. "If you two cannot truly be separated over long distances, then that would cause severe issues in your adult lives and future jobs."
"We didn't think of that," Harry frowned, and he looked at Draco to see that he too had an embarrassed look.
Dumbledore nodded, "That can be excused and expected. You are only sixteen boys; it is a shame and wrong to expect the world from you. Luckily enough, we have two years to figure out how to overcome this problem."
"What will we do for now?" Draco asked.
"Do as you have planned," Dumbledore said. "I will talk with Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape to explain your situations, and make sure that neither of you get in trouble for breaking our rules." He gave a small chuckle and smiled at the two reassuringly. "You said that it was only headaches when you are in your separate classes?" he asked once more.
"Yes, but I can concentrate through them," Draco nodded.
"Harry?"
"I can work through them too," Harry said.
"Then I suggest you keep doing that," Dumbledore said. "Practice on being separated. See if the headaches dull or worsen. Which reminds me, Harry, both Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey have been informed on your situation. We have agreed to use our dear old Whomping Willow to bring you to the Shrieking Shack during the full moons."
"Thank you sir, but" Harry glanced at Draco. "During the full moon, as I told you, I remember everything. I'm still myself. And Draco was with me during the last times, and both of us were fine."
"However I cannot say that about your friends—"
"I know that sir," Harry interrupted. "I'm sorry to interrupt but that wasn't what I was going for. I was wondering if during the full moons, Draco comes with me, since he too is slightly affected."
"Is that true?" Dumbledore asked, looking at Draco. The blond nodded.
"I don't turn into a werewolf like Harry, but I get moodier," Draco said, "like angrier, more likely to lash out. I'm only calm around Harry during a full moon."
"I see," Dumbledore sighed, "this is all very troublesome, and quite frankly, hard to keep up." He stroke his beard for a moment before looking at the both of them. "Since this is happening to the both of you, I have a small assignment, if I may," he said. "I would like the two of you to write down everything that has changed. How your conditions have affected you, and what you had to do in order to continue living your lives. I feel that with it written down, it would make it easier for all of us to keep track of it."
Harry admitted that that was a good idea. He glanced at Draco, who nodded. Do we have to give every little detail? He asked mentally.
We can write the explicit stuff just for us, my sweet omega, Draco answered. I'll keep it medical for Dumbledore while you can write about the fun. They shared a smile and turned to Dumbledore. "We can do that, yeah," Draco nodded.
"Excellent," Dumbledore said. "Then you two should start immediately, and keep it updated if anything new develops, especially if it involves your headaches."
The three all stood, and Dumbledore dismissed them. Back in the corridor, Draco took Harry's hand and pulled him, "Come along, we have to go to my dormitory," he said, glancing at Harry. "We are going to spend the night in Gryffindor Tower, but god help me if I will wear Gryffindor colors the morning after."
Harry laughed and allowed his Alpha to pull him along. "This is going to be so much fun!" he smiled, "Who do you think is going to yell first? You or my friends?"
"Well if Granger is there, she will keep the peace civil I am sure," Draco said. He turned to Harry with a large smirk, "However just know that your friends aren't like mine Harry, if they complain about hearing you moan like a needy bitch in the morning, then I'm going to make you scream."
Harry moaned as Draco's thumb slid across his lips, pushing in. His tongue met his Alpha's thumb. Draco smiled in approval as Harry lapped and licked his thumb greedily. He pulled his thumb out, and Harry smiled innocently, "Is that a promise, Alpha?"