Harry and Draco went to the Gryffindor Tower after dinner. Draco walked confidently into the lion's den, his nose held high as he held onto Harry's hand tightly, both their bags hung over his shoulder. Ron and Hermione were the first to notice. "Umm Harry," Ron hissed when they ran up to them, "why is Malfoy here?"
"To sleep," Harry said, as though it was obvious. Ron and Hermione both stare at them. "Um, remember what I said this morning?" he asked.
"Right we did but we never thought—"
"What Weasley? That I was be humble enough to actually sleep in this tower?" Draco interrupted. "Relax, we've shared a summer together. If I wanted to do anything to you I would have done it."
"You punched me," Ron argued.
"You punched me first," Draco countered. "All I want is to sleep without feeling like I am going to die. I don't have time to mess with you lions."
"Fine," Ron said, "but I'm watching you."
"Just don't get jealous," Draco drawled. He pulled on Harry's arm. "Come on, I'm tired," he said. Ron and Hermione followed, however their little argument gotten the common room's attention, and a large group of the more fearless Gryffindors crowded together in front of Draco. "Great," Draco muttered.
"What are you doing here, you filthy snake?" a seventh year demanded.
"Hello McLaggen, I am here to sleep, move aside," Draco drawled, glaring at the taller teen.
"This isn't your dungeons, Malfag," McLaggen sneered. A couple of his friends snickered at the name while others looked around uncomfortably. Draco gritted his teeth and stepped up to yell, only for Hermione to interrupt them.
"Don't start!" she yelled at both of them. "McLaggen, I won't allow you to talk like that to anyone. And Malfoy, you better not even think of causing any sort of trouble here!"
Draco scoffed. "I just want to bloody sleep," he muttered.
"I know that, I'm just telling you," Hermione said.
"Then he should go back! Why is he even here? He's a Slytherin!" another seventh year yelled. "He doesn't belong here!"
"So? I don't care!" Harry yelled out. "Draco is my boyfriend and because of what happened over the summer, both of us need to stay close to each other or else horrible things would happen to ourselves. So everyone can just get out of our way, and if you don't I swear I hope I'll never see you during Quidditch tryouts because I will send you back before you can even get on a damn broomstick!"
Harry breathed angrily as he glared at he group in front of him. They all stood awkwardly, trying to avoid his gaze. Harry stood tall and kept his gaze sharp. The group in front of them slowly moved away, giving strange looks at the couple until it was only McLaggen and his friends. "I better not even see you at the tryouts," Harry warned and pushed through McLaggen, Draco following.
"Must you always cause a scene, pet?" Draco asked when they were in Harry's dormitory.
"Only when people are being stupid," Harry said. "I can't believe them! I mean how is it that Slytherins were more damn accepting of our situation than Gryffindors!?"
"It is not that we are more accepting, Harry," Draco said, "although we are superior. It is because we know how to keep our mouths shut." Harry frowned at that. He didn't want to believe that both houses were just as hateful towards the other. He showed Draco where his bed was and his Alpha left for a shower when the other boys walked in.
"Um hi Harry," Neville said uncomfortably.
"Where's Malfoy?" Seamus asked.
"Taking a shower, why?" Harry asked, looking at his friends with some suspicion.
"Well, it's just Ron told us that there are some things that you want to tell us, about that whole summer thing you mentioned," Seamus said. Harry looked over at Ron.
"Did he?" he asked.
"I thought it would help," Ron said defensively.
"It will, but honestly I don't know where to begin," Harry said. He looked towards the bathroom and sighed, "I hope he likes taking long showers," he muttered. The boys were all now crowded around Harry, looking at him expectantly. "Alright, well, I guess I could give a short version of it. What do you want to know?"
"Are you and him really dating?" Dean asked.
"Yes," Harry nodded. "Draco and I have been dating since the summer."
"We didn't know that you were gay," Dean said, looking around. Ron nodded, looking a little ashamed of it himself. "And we kept egging you on to date girls!"
"It's fine Dean, really," Harry said. "I knew since fourth year and, well, with everything going on it was hard to bring up honestly. My life hasn't ever been peaceful. Still hasn't." He paused for a moment then started from the beginning. "During the summer, when I was on a date with another boy, a muggle, I was attacked by Fenrir Greyback. The boy, he was attacked when Greyback was unshifted, but he shifted before he attacked me. He turned me into a werewolf, but also something else. Something that Draco and I have been calling an 'omega.' Greyback did a similar thing with Draco, but he didn't turn him. He just experimented on Draco until he became an 'Alpha.' We found each other during the summer and just connected naturally. We've been staying with each other ever since at Ron's place."
The others turned to Ron, who nodded in agreement.
"So uhh what happens, because of this thing?" Dean asked carefully.
"Because I'm an omega and he's an Alpha? Well we're still learning," Harry said truthfully. "I change with the full moon, but I am still in control of myself, I'm not like a regular werewolf. And Draco, he doesn't shift really, but some attributes changes," a dusting of blush started to affect his cheeks.
"Like what?" Neville asked.
Harry glanced at him. "Our sex drive is increased immensely," he said trying to keep a straight face. Neville blushed while Seamus and Dean laughed.
"So you rail Malfoy all night long?" Dean laughed.
"No, more like Malfoy rails him," Ron said.
"REALLY!?"
"Um yeah, I'm the omega, Dean, Seamus," Harry admitted. "Draco is my Alpha. Which means—"
"Which means, to use your eloquent language, during the full moon I rail Harry all night long," Draco walked in, wearing only pajama bottoms. "In the bedroom, and with our link, I am the Dominant, and Harry is my sweet submissive."
"Draco I swear to god," Harry muttered, glaring at Draco as the blond laughed, taking his place next to Harry. "However, there is more to us than just the sex," Draco said. "We need to be together."
"Why?"
"Because Dean, if not, if we're far apart, I think we'll be hurt," Harry said sadly. "Last night for instance. Draco and I were in terrible pain. We couldn't' breathe, it felt like I was being stabbed. It was only when we found each other in the castle that the pain went away. We realized what it meant instantly and went to the Slytherins dormitory to sleep."
"So that was why you weren't here in the morning!" Neville said. Harry nodded.
"We're trying to figure out more, to see if we can extend the distance we can be apart without hurting," Harry said, "but until then we need to sleep together."
"So unless you guys want Harry in crippling pain, or forever sleeping in the Slytherin dungeons, you better smarten up around me," Draco said irritably. He looked at all of the Gryffindors, stopping at Neville, "Longbottom, stop staring at my chest," he barked.
Neville jumped and looked away, blushing madly.
"What he means," Harry said irritably, "is that he is sorry for everything he has done in the past five years and hope that he can show you how sorry he is through actions. Isn't that right Draco?"
"Yes," Draco said forcefully. "I'm going to bed."
Harry sighed and looked at his friend, "Sorry," he said.
"No problem just don't be loud," Dean shrugged, causing Seamus to snicker. Ron, however, looked horrified.
"You two aren't actually going to—you know—"
Draco laughed, "No Weasley, I promise you we won't disturb your beauty sleep with fornication. All I want is bloody sleep."
"Okay, good," Ron said, looking relieved. He went to his own bed. Draco huffed and pulled Harry in, closing the bed curtains. "Finally," Draco said.
"You are unbelievable," Harry said.
"But you still love me, don't you omega?" Draco chuckled, already clawing at Harry's shirt.
"I do Alpha," Harry giggled. They threw off their clothes, and cuddle close in each other's arms, drifting off a peaceful sleep. The next morning, they've repeated what they did yesterday, and Draco sighed contently as he held Harry, the boy tracing patterns on his chest.
"I think we should switch it to a weekly thing," Draco suggested, "instead of switching nightly. It might be easier on everyone involved."
"Okay, that sounds good," Harry nodded.
"Good, because we will be spending the rest of the week in the Slytherin Dungeon," Draco said. Harry glanced up at that.
"And why that?" he asked.
"Easier for us," Draco said, "I can do whatever I want to my omega, and we won't have to leave as early for breakfast." He chuckled lewdly as his free hand smacked against Harry's ass, his fingers digging in towards his hole. Harry blushed.
"Okay," he said, "Slytherin Dormitory it is."
Harry spent the morning convincing Ron and Hermione, mostly Ron, about his and Draco's decision. By the end, Harry was able to convince Ron by promising that he wouldn't suddenly "turn all snakey" and spend all of his time with the Slytherins.
Harry was thankful that the Slytherin, according to Draco, knew to keep their mouths shut at least. He actually enjoyed being with Draco's friends when they were together. During the first week there were many times where Draco just left Harry in the hands of his friends, like a rushed Dad leaving his child in daycare, before running off to the library for a book he forgot, or to ask one of his professors a question. It seemed much more fun and talkative, at least, compared to when he and Draco slept in Gryffindor Tower where Draco still received a lot of glared and untrusting looks from the other Gryffindors, but Harry's dormmates tried their best to act welcoming.
They were now three weeks into September, and the full moon was due on Friday. Harry started to get uncomfortable, and every morning he had to go to Madam Pomfrey to drink the Wolfsbane Potion. "So Harry," Blaise asked one evening as Harry sat with them, "any idea when Draco will collar you?"
"I don't know," Harry blushed.
"You've been dating for a while now, right? The whole summer," Blaise said. "He should have collared you by now!"
"More importantly, what is going to happen during the full moon?" Theo asked. "You're not going to stay in the castle, are you?"
"No," Harry said. "There's a place already prepared for Draco and me," Harry said. "We'll go there, I'll shift, and uh hopefully Draco will remember to bring a morning after potion."
"Why would you need that?" Theo frowned.
"Because even though I'm male, because I'm an omega, we figured out that I have the right equipment, you know, to carry a baby," Harry said.
"Oh," was all they said. Blaise and Theo shared a look while Crabbe and Goyle whispered to each other. Daphne, however, nodded, "Is it weird that I hope men could get pregnant? Then maybe they would stop complaining over every little cut."
Harry laughed and bit his bottom lip. "Well, I don't know about now, but I think the baby conversation might be a possibility between Draco and I after we graduate Hogwarts. We just have too many things to worry about now."
"Like how you're going to die fighting the Dark Lord," Pansy Parkinson sneered. "Then all alone, Draco will have no choice but to run back to me like he's supposed to! We have a contract!"
"No you don't," Daphne said, "Draco's family had a contract with mine. He was supposed to be courting either me or my sister, but then it turned out that both of us are gay. Also, who do you think you are coming here and talking like that about our friend!"
"He is not your friend—he's Potter! The enemy!" Parkinson yelled, "or have you all forgotten that our parents are working to kill him?"
"Not mine," Blaise immediately commentated. "My mother doesn't care at all about the war."
"And our parents are forced to work for You-Know-Who," Theo said. "Honestly, Parkinson, you really need to remember where we are. You're saying dangerous things that the professors don't want to hear. And we don't want to hear it either. We're at Hogwarts, the one safe place right now."
"If you're so fanatic about it you can always just run away and ask You-Know-Who to marry you," Daphne laughed, "although I wonder what he will do first, berate you for your stupidity or punish your dad for raising you!" Harry and the others laughed as Pansy sneered and growled uselessly. She stomped her foot, and walked away with a "you'll see!" Harry's laughter died down, as reality settled in.
"I am going to have to fight him eventually… along with all your parents," He said grimly.
"Yeah but you won't be alone when you do," Daphne smiled. "I mean you have your friends, right, Weasley and Granger."
"Yeah, but still—"
"And you will have us as well," Daphne continued. "Since Draco will kill us if we allow anything to harm you. So let's see off the bat that's, seven people who'll fight with you, eight including Draco. Against one crazy old man. I think I like our chances," Daphne grinned.
Harry tried to smile back, but couldn't, his mind too fixated on Voldemort.
When the night of the full moon arrived, Harry and Draco were taken away from the Slytherin Dungeons discreetly by Madam Pomfrey. It was a clear sky that night. Harry started to itch all over, and he had to hold onto his Alphas as smut and lewd started to flood his mind. He needed to breed, and he needed to breed NOW!
They reached the Whomping Willow and Harry automatically went to pick up a long stick, jabbing it at the root that will cause the tree to still. Madam Pomfrey stared at him for a moment before shaking her head, forgetting who she was dealing with. "Professor Dumbledore will be back for you by morning," she said.
"Okay," Draco nodded. He held Harry close and the pair went into the passageway that was under the tree. They were silent as they rushed down the passageway, wanting to be out of the cramp tunnel. It rose eventually and opened up to the Shrieking Shack. Draco sneered, "Everything here is disgusting, love, how did you even know of this?"
"Professor Lupin," Harry groaned, "he came here monthly. My dad and Sirius learned to be Animagus to keep him company." Draco hummed and allowed Harry to pull him into the bedroom. "Don't you dare shift, pup," Draco commanded. "I want to be inside you when you do."
"Yes Alpha, I'll try," Harry groaned. They tore off their clothes, their cocks already hard and leaking. Harry panted heavily, his hole leaking with sex, his body sweating as the heat took over. He fought off the urge to shift, to surrender to his instincts. Instead he stood, like a good boy, watching as Draco changed the room. He fixed the furniture with magic, dedusting everything his wand pointed at and kept all of the windows open to allow the fall breeze to drift in. Once everything was acceptable, Draco grabbed Harry and pushed him on the bed, falling on his boy and kissing him ravenously. "I want all of Hogwarts to hear you scream boy, can you do that?"
"Yes Alpha," Harry moaned. "Please put it in." His legs spread apart, and his hands spread his ass, revealing his wet and needy hole. "Please Alpha."
"Such a needy plea," Draco chuckled. He stroke his own cock a couple times before pushing slowly, teasing Harry's hole. "Now, who do you belong to?" he asked.
"Alpha, I belong to Alpha—Please!" Harry moaned. "It's getting too much." Draco chuckled and slowly pushed in, Harry's wet hole opening easily for him. "Such a needy slut, no resistance whatsoever," Draco chuckled.
"Alpha!" Harry whined.
"Okay Harry, you can shift now," Draco purred, and he started thrusting.
The screams of the Shrieking Shack started up once more. They rang out into the night sky and the older residence of Hogsmeade jumped in fright. They paused, listening to the screams, and found that they sounded different than the screams and howls of years gone by. They shuttered their windows and locked their doors and did their best to perform silencing charms. Meanwhile, the screams Harry cried out did reach only the most exposed sections of the castle. In Gryffindor Tower, the sixth year boys all stopped what they were doing as the howls reached their tower. "What was that?" Dean asked, going to the window. He swung it open and listened for the faint sound. His eyes went wide, and a snickering smirk appeared, "Seamus—hey Seamus come here!" The Irish Gryffindor went to the window and they listened together. The howls came again, and both stared at each other, smirking. Dean winked at Seamus and the two leaned out, howling loudly in return. They laughed and howled with the howls, before closing the door and Dean pulled Seamus into his bed, closing the curtains.