Forests were all the same to Fenrir Greyback. The tall trunks that crowded together, the endless soft scrunches of leaves under his feet, and the constant feeling of being watched. He had walked for what felt like forever, however he did not feel tired. Anger fueled his body, anger at the small alpha mutt who stole his bitch and anger at his bitch who thought he could stay away.
It was night, and Greyback did his best to keep to the shadows in the forest. He could smell its residences: a centaur herd... spiders... he could even smell a giant who no longer lived there. Darting from tree to tree, Greyback saw light in the distance, soft and growing. He found a path and followed it. He slowed as he reached the light, letting exhausting to finally slowly catch up to him as, when he reached the edge of the forest, a small hut lies a little ahead of him, with a grand old castle laying further ahead.
The sight of Hogwarts brought a smirk to the werewolf. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, smelling the fresh, pure smells of unspoiled children, and among them was his bitch. "Just you wait, bitch," Greyback growled, "I'll have you soon enough. Though you've been a naughty bitch, maybe I'll have you watch while I have a child or two before I put you where you belong." There was a snap behind him. Greyback jumped and turned to see what was behind him, seeing only nothing. His eyes narrowed and he sniffed the air. Centaurs, he realized with a growl. He looked back at Hogwarts and smirked, "I'll have all the time I want to get you bitch," he purred, "the moon will call for us soon."
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Harry woke up feeling scared. He didn't know why. He was in the Slytherin's Dormitory with Draco. His Alpha was naked, sleeping comfortably as he cuddled against Harry's back. Harry turned in Draco's arm and rested his head under the crook of Draco's neck, closing his eyes as he took slow, deep breaths, allowing himself to be surrounded by Draco's scent.
He couldn't tell why he felt scared. Everything was just as normal as it always was. October was beginning, and the last full moon was a few days behind them. His schedule was busy, yes, Sixth Years are expected to be studying almost every hour for their N.E.W.T.s at the end of their seventh year, and every spell is expected to be performed nonverbal now which Harry had great difficulty with. On top of that, there was Harry's Quidditch practices. Since he was the team captain now, he had to hold trials and make sure everything was perfect. Even with his team made, he did not feel like he could relax. Ron was his Keeper, and though he knew that his friend was good at it, the redhead had terrible nerves, and that in turn became another thing for Harry to worry about.
"You're thinking too much," a sleep voice grunted. Harry glanced up to see Draco looking at him through sleep-ridden eyes.
"No I'm not," Harry said.
"You have worry lines deeper than a canyon, love," Draco sighed. "What are you thinking of?"
"I don't know, everything I guess," Harry shrugged. "Just woke up feeling strange."
"How strange?" Draco asked.
"Remembering everything single that is riding on our shoulders strange," Harry said. "It's just a feeling, just forget about it." He shrugged and tried to get up, but Draco pulled him down and onto his chest.
"No, we're not going to forget about it, omega," Draco said. "Tell me why you're feeling scared."
"I don't know," Harry said. "It's just a weird feeling, it'll be gone by breakfast, okay?" He kissed Draco's lips softly, and smiled, "I'll be okay, come on. We should be betting dressed anyway."
"Alright, fine," Draco said, nodding. Harry was happy that Draco decided to put it off for now, however he could still feel his Alpha's worry. Harry went under the covers searching for their underwear, slipping his on first before slipping Draco's onto his Alpha. They got out of bed and got ready for the day.
Harry's odd feeling never went away even after he had food inside him. It was small, as though he ate a bad apple or a clump of porridge that refused to go down. Sometimes in the lull of his classes, he could still feel it, especially when he was near a window. During their break, Harry, Ron and Hermione decided to go outside for a change, wanting to enjoy possibly the last bit of sunshine until winter is over.
"So, how is it like sleeping in Slytherin's dormitory?" Hermione asked. "You two are sleeping back in ours next week, right?"
"Yeah, and it's alright," Harry nodded. "We finally were able to split our clothes evenly, and I think Dumbledore talked with the house-elves so that they stopped putting our robes back into our own trunks."
"Ohh," Hermione said.
"They're still not trying to make you switch teams right?" Ron asked, "like you're not going to tell them everything about Quidditch… right?"
Harry laughed, "Of course not," he smiled. "Look, I'm our Captain, and Draco is still Slytherin's Seeker. Yeah I can see how some people might find that problematic, but honestly if Draco tries to use his Alpha-charms or whatever to make me tell him stuff about our team, I'll punch him." Ron snickered loudly while Hermione just rolled her eyes. "Besides Ron," Harry continued, "We have all of October to practice—the first match isn't until the second week of November!"
"Yeah but it's against Slytherin," Ron said.
"Then just psyche yourself up about beating Slytherin for steeling me biweekly," Harry said, giving his friend a grin. He slapped Ron's back, "You'll be fine, you're great at Quidditch! They'll see!"
"Yeah," Ron muttered softly; he did not look convinced.
They were on the grounds now and were making their way towards the Black Lake when Harry felt it again. The small scared sensation stuck in his throat. He rubbed his throat absentmindedly and tried to focus on what Hermione was asking him. "Huh?"
"I asked how are your notes going with your, umm, personal problems?" Hermione asked.
"You mean about my being an omega?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Hermione nodded. "Still feels weird saying that."
"Well, it's going fine," Harry said. "We have two notebooks really, one to share with Dumbledore and one not to."
"Why do you have something you're not going to share with Dumbledore?" Ron frowned, "isn't the point that you are figuring this all out together?"
"Honestly, Ron, do you really have to ask?" Hermione said, her cheeks tinted pink. Ron looked at her, confused. "I don't get it," he said.
"In our private notebook we go into more intimate details about what happens when we have sex," Harry stated.
"HARRY!"
"What, Hermione? It's true, that's what we're doing," Harry defended himself. "Besides, its better that we keep these to ourselves because, well, I think I can get pregnant."
"But you're a guy," Ron said.
"Obviously," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "But listen to me for a second. You guys know about how Draco did his crazy blood tests on us?"
"Yeah," Ron said slowly, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Don't tell me he's still doing that."
"Yeah, but not as obsessed as he is," Harry said. "We know that there's something biological inside us, Draco and I, that sort of intensifies our feelings for one another, and it is somehow connected to the moon, be it a monthly thing or tied into lycanthropy. That's why, while yeah we're dating, we're sort of far more advanced in our relationship than normal. I mean, honestly we've only been dating for a few months and are acting like we've been doing this for years."
"So that's why you two are weird," Ron muttered, earning him a glare from both Harry and Hermione.
"Actually, a bit, yeah," Harry admitted. "but that's not the stuff I want to talk about. There's something in me that allows me to carry a baby full term, Greyback mentioned it when he turned me, and I feel it every time during a full moon."
"Wait," Ron interrupted, his eyes going wide, "you don't mean that your—"
"RON!" Hemione interrupted. She turned to Harry, "So basically during the full moon, you believe that because of what you are, you are biologically able to carry a child full term? Might it have to do with the biological intensity that brings you and Malfoy together?"
"Maybe, I don't know," Harry said. "It's just I had a thought about it for a while, and I was wondering if Draco and I could somehow isolate it.'
"Why would you want to isolate the thing that makes you get pregnant?" Ron asked.
"Because if we can, Ron, than we can figure out a way to turn that into a potion," Harry said simply.
Ron still frowned, looking confused. "I don't get it," he said, "Why would you want a potion that makes guys pregnant?"
"Because there are gay guys like me who wants to start a family with their significant other but can't because it is normally impossible," Harry explained. "Like imagine if Charlie wants to start a family with his boyfriend."
"He doesn't have one—"
"Well imagine he does, and they want to start a family, with a potion like this, he can, and Mrs. Weasley would definitely be very happy about it," Harry said. "The point is, that I can see this whole situation producing something good if I can figure out what exactly is making me able to get pregnant."
"Then why keep this from Dumbledore?" Hermione asked, "I mean if you are serious, I'm sure that he can help or have Madam Pomfrey help."
"He's too busy, I don't want to bother him," Harry said quickly. "And we don't know if it's only because of me, or because of the changes that Draco has too."
"You mean he goes all furry too?" Ron asked.
"No, not exactly," Harry said, "although he does have some wolfish changes. These changes are mostly around his uhh dick to put it bluntly."
"Oh god," Hermione muttered, her face already turning red and her eyes shifting to Ron, as though silently warning him to stay quiet. Harry glanced between them before starting over.
"It's bigger than normal and has another…bulbous part that makes it so that when we have sex during the full moon, he is locked inside me when we climax," Harry continued. "It might be the mixture of our two changes or just mine, but however in the end, male pregnancy is possible," Harry finished.
"That's actually interesting," Hermione said. "Did you talk to Draco about this?"
"No, I've been working on this on my own, mentally," Harry said. "I was thinking of telling Draco about this later. Especially since I'm going to need his help. He's much more better at this potions and science stuff than me."
"Well, if you need our help, you know we will," Hermione said.
"We will—I mean yeah, of course," Ron nodded.
"Thanks guys," Harry smiled. He was silent for a moment and rubbed his throat again before rubbing the back of his neck, frowning. He looked around, but they were the only ones by the black lake.
"What's the matter?" Ron asked.
"Nothing just thought someone was watching," Harry muttered. "Thought it was Colin or McLaggen."
"Maybe it's your headache from being away from Draco?" Hermione asked. Harry shook his head.
"No, it's not that," Harry said. "I don't feel a headache or anything. It's more the feeling on the back of my head, like the hairs are standing on end." He looked around again and frowned.
"I think your werewolf senses are going haywire, mate," Ron said.
"Yeah I guess you're right," Harry sighed. He forced himself to forget about the feeling and relaxed with his friends for the remainder of their break. When it was time to go back to the castle, clouds were slowly gathering in the sky. Harry felt the strange feeling again and looked over his shoulder when they reached the doorway into the castle. Once more, he saw nothing and walked inside.
Like he told them, Harry waited until the soonest he could get Draco alone to talk with him about his idea. They were outside again, in the covered border of the courtyard. It was now fully cloudy, and Harry had the feeling that somebody was watching him. However, he figured it was one of the many students outside, some of which stared at him and Draco oddly. "So, you want to do more blood tests on you?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, don't you think it's a good idea?" Harry asked.
"Possibly," Draco said, "it would also take a very long time Harry."
"I know," Harry said. "I know, this is like a long term thing I want to work for, for after the war, you know? Something to look forward to."
"Besides us living together?" Draco chuckled.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, besides that, Alpha." He sighed and looked around, though no one was really glaring or staring at him.
"I think it's a great idea," Draco said. "I know that Crabbe and Goyle have been trying to get pregnant, or at least they act like it."
Harry opened his mouth and shook his head. He didn't want to know more about that than what Draco already said. Instead he sighed and looked around the courtyard. "It's a bit strange," he said. "Us."
"Not strange," Draco said, "I feel more like inevitable. Like even without this Alpha/omega stuff, we would be together eventually."
Harry looked at Draco for a moment before smiling, "Yeah, eventually."
"Speaking of, our first Hogsmeade visit is coming up," Draco said, "and I thought about it, and I want to officially ask you on a date."
Harry laughed, "Our first date," he snickered, "and what did we do before then?"
"Made love countless times," Draco purred. "But you're right. I said I would court you, and haven't done any proper courting, and that includes taking my boy on dates. So, what do you say Harry?"
"I don't know," Harry drawled, "I might be busy that day." Draco's hand moved to Harry's ass and squeezed roughly. "Ow! I'm kidding," he said.
"You better be boy," Draco said, his hand staying on Harry's ass. "Because I have our day already planned out." Keeping his one hand on Harry's' butt, Draco turned so that he can more easily take his second hand and lightly wrap it around Harry's throat, holding it gently, his fingers slowly stroking his bite mark. "After I romance you and turn you into a whimpering, begging mess, I'm going to do what I should have done the first day we ran into each other," he breathed hotly.
Harry swallowed, his Adam's apple pushing against Draco's hand. "What is that, Alpha?" he asked, already getting aroused.
Draco leaned close and brushed his lips against Harry's ear as he whispered, "I'm going to collar you, Harry Potter."